Falon: The Ancient Blood Awakens (A War of Blood & Scales)

by Angel Black

  “Hold still for a second,” he said.

  She could tell just by his voice that they weren’t going to be having sex. Connor, the aristocrat, was speaking and not Connor, the beast. Whatever he was planning, it was more mischievous than sinful.

  “You’ll have to hold these until we get on the jet,” he finished, and suddenly she felt another push.

  He pressed each metallic ball, one by one, inside of her. The sensation was strange, but delicious at the same time. She had to squeeze slightly at first, to keep them in place. They were warm now, and they coiled a fire inside of her, the warmth flooding the walls of her pussy, creating a soft pleasurable sensation.

  She tried to walk with them, feeling them out. Feeling them move with her. She turned and looked at Connor, who was smirking playfully.

  “They vibrate?” she asked.

  “They have smaller balls inside of them that move when you move,” he said. “It’s sheer feminine pleasure, but not enough to make you come by itself.”

  Enough pleasure for me to not die of sexual frustration from not having you inside of me?

  Her face must have been angry, because Connor was breaking out in roars of laughter. He’s fucking crying, he’s laughing so hard!

  * * *

  As soon as their stewardess had left them alone, the innocent couple, Connor gave her the dark look with his carnivore smile, the gentleman disappearing once again to let the beast out.

  “Goddamn, right,” she said. “I’m dying right now!”

  If he hadn’t crossed the aisle to come to her, she would have lunged at him, that’s how much she needed him right now.

  He didn’t even kiss her, simply got up from his side of the aisle (amazing how private jets felt more like limousines with sparse seating) and kneeled in front of her knees.

  Not even going to use the bathroom? Out here?

  “But she’ll catch us,” said Alexandra. “I don’t want you to start and get interrupted, I hate that!”

  “Let her try to stop me,” he growled, forcing her knees apart with his hands.

  She felt more than heard his wet tongue devouring her, making slick noises with his head between her thighs, having hiked up her dress around her waist.

  His hands gripped her possessively by the ass, cupping and pulling her in. She gave in to him and to their mutual desire, pushing down viciously on his head as she pumped her hips into his mouth, loving the slick sounds of tongue against her flesh. He started humming against her clit, alternating between long strokes against her opening and sucking on her throbbing clitoris. The tension built against his relentless assault and she exploded around him, coming in his mouth as her hips convulsed against him.

  She pushed his head away, to give her space to recover from his attack, and he looked up at her, sitting on his knees, smiling with that dark look. Her beast was back and was far from done with her.

  “Stand up,” he said.

  Doing as he commanded, she was standing over him, and as he held his hands out, she obliged, releasing the Ben Wa balls for him. He licked her juices off them, holding eye contact with her the whole time. Then, he sprung upon her.

  With an inhuman speed, he stood and pulled her up with him, flipping her roughly so that she was bent over in front of him, staring out at the clouds through the window. He rubbed his hand at her wet pussy, then worked her juices up and down his shaft, lubricating himself before he plunged into her.

  “Arch your back,” he said in a rough growl. Definitely not a request.

  Arching her back for him, she heard him grunt with satisfaction at the sight of her, “Delicious. All mine,” he said, greedily. Something about his voice just before he penetrated her made her tighten up down there. She felt the tip of his cock gently stroking against her hole, teasing her with it, as he lightly rubbed it against her. He brought his other hand to her fleshy breasts, cupping them hungrily at first before lightly pulling and twerking her nipples, which only added to her growing hunger for him.

  “Say it,” he commanded.

  “Fuck me,” she said through gritted teeth, the vitriol of her voice surprising her and making him laugh.

  “Not good enough,” he said, still playing with her nipple and stroking his cock against her swollen lips. “Say it like you mean it, and show me you want it.”

  “Fuck me, please, baby!” She said, wiggling her hips against him.

  He simply laughed. “Not good-” and then she surprised both of them. She wiggled backwards some more, catching his flighty cock’s tip just enough to ensnare him slightly, so that his cock went in about an inch and pressed lightly downwards, at angle, against her stimulated g-spot.

  “My dirty little slut,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. He finished what she started, slamming into her with the force of a thousand soldiers pillaging a village. The force of his hips pummeled her over and over, violently moving her as he brought his hands up to her neck, lightly choking her while he took her from behind. She started to scream from the agony of pleasure but he knew her in bed now and covered her mouth with one hand while still choking her with his right hand, muffling the sound so that they would not be heard.

  She felt herself clenching before she even realized what was happening, coming again in less than an hour after what his tongue had done to her clit. This time, it was coming from the g-spot that he kept pounding on and it didn’t make her tired. Her muscles knotted and clenched against his cock that continued to stretch her out.

  “Yes, baby, come for me,” he said, feeling her go again.

  He pulled her up by the shoulders so that her back made contact with the muscles of his stomach and chest, while he continued to plow into her, this time driving his cock up into her, with his left arm holding her against him in an embrace as he sucked against her neck. He used the hand of his hugging arm to play with her nipple as she came on him, while he drilled his cock inside of her.

  “One more,” he growled. He still wasn’t asking.

  While he worked her with his lips against her nape and fingers of his left hand against her nipple, his cock pressing through her clenching muscles, he brought his right hand to her throbbing clit, working it in a quick light circle, expertly massaging it.

  “Tell me you’re mine, only mine,” he said.

  “I’m yours, baby,” she whispered.

  “Then come for me,” he ordered.

  This time, the explosion brought tears with it, as g-spot finished its orgasm and her clit found its second one, while she stood a prisoner in his arms. She became nothing but raw sensation again, as she felt the hard muscles of his body and his arms entrapping her and forcing her to feel the bliss of his desire for her, with his gentle lips finding hers as she turned her head to seek his kiss, the two of them entwining their tongues in passion, while she came on and all around him, his object of pleasure.

  * * *

  Alexandra smiled sleepily as the stewardess came back to check in on them, accepting more champagne. She had tried to fix her hair, but it was still crazy looking, but the stewardess only seemed amused and slightly jealous, stealing glances at the man who had just been inside of Alexandra a few minutes ago.

  Connor didn’t seem phased in the slightest, acting as if nothing had happened, making small talk with the stewardess while Alexandra sat in a daze.

  Alexandra couldn’t believe her luck. She was staring out of the window of a personal, private jet that Connor had hired, watching the clouds float by.

  Connor had just stepped out to get some refreshments and Alexandra was having trouble processing everything that had happened the last few days.

  It had been an absolute whirlwind of romance and passion. Connor was protective and charming. He had a sort of old fashioned charming in the streets. Holding doors and things like that.

  In bed, he turned into a demonic beast, possessive around her, but truth be told, Alexandra didn’t mind.

  She had been falling for him from the first day of being with him,
from the first day where he had pulled her into his arms. She had been falling for him since she had woken up to breakfast and another round of passionate love making.

  She loved the experiences that being with him brought but, most of all, she loved being with him, enjoying his company and the way he felt when he held her, the way he whispered her name, the way she felt when she was with him.

  His conversation was enlightening, riveting, his touch electrifying. Everything was incredible when she was with him. Everything was seen through the rosy glow that burned through her body and lit up her life.

  * * *

  It was incredible. Time passed by in a blissful rush, in a gorgeous, fluttering movement that left Alexandra breathless. Exotic locations, passionate love making, nights out on the town, romantic dinners. Connor treated her to everything, to anything that she could imagine, could dream, both in and out of bed. And she was enjoying every moment.

  But best of all, she loved the intimate conversation, the feel of his breath as they whispered together late into the night, the way it felt to have his body beside her as they slept, the touch of a hand, the shared look over dinner. Those were the moments that Alexandra lived for, the moments that she most craved, most loved and desired. It was everything that she had dreamed of and more, and it made everything worthwhile.

  Seven days later, and they were in Baltimore again. They had had a lovely night out on the town, another night where Alexandra had been treated to all of the best. Connor had taken her to the Mt Washington Tavern where they had lobster, scallops and steak, and the conversation had been on fire. Alexandra couldn’t stop staring into his eyes, burning and vibrant and so very blue they seemed to shine in the darkness of the restaurant.

  When they went back to his penthouse suite, their love making was twice as passionate as usual. Connor seemed to be throwing every inch of his soul into being with her, being close to her, and Alexandra responded in kind. It was the most passionate and incredible love making that Alexandra had ever experienced, the most amazing sensations that she had ever been lucky enough to experience. It was everything that she had dreamed of and so, so much more. Alexandra had held on for dear life, burying into Connor, breathing him in, gripping him so tightly she thought that she might leave a mark on his skin. It was perfect.

  Alexandra snuggled against him, as they always did after a fantastic night. This time, though, Connor didn’t say anything afterwards. He just held her, staring at the ceiling.

  He didn’t say anything for a long while, and Alexandra felt concern raise its head. She turned to look at him and saw that his sparkling eyes looked unusually dull. He seemed distant and Alexandra wasn’t sure why.

  “Connor… are you alright?” Alexandra whispered into the night.

  “I’m fine…” He answered, quietly.

  “You seem distant…” Alexandra frowned, softly. “If something’s bothering you…”

  Connor shook his head, smiling a little. “Just distracted with… business, I suppose.”

  Alexandra nodded softly. “I understand.” She sighed. “I need to go back to work tomorrow too… it never ends, does it?” She smiled.

  Connor nodded and she thought that she saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes. “No… it never ends.”

  Alexandra felt tired, exhaustion working its way through her bones. It had been such a big week that it was hard to stay awake. The dreams had all but disappeared and she felt comfortable in Connor’s arms, comfortable and more rested than she had in a long, long time.

  She didn’t want to give this up, didn’t want to give up the security and the pleasure that she had found with him, in this relationship that had started so fast and progressed so quickly into something more, something special.

  She didn’t know why, but she felt drawn to Connor and that had only grown stronger and more stable over the week. She found herself wondering if Connor felt the same way and if Connor felt drawn to her too.

  “Connor…” She murmured.

  “Yes, Alexandra...?” His voice was soft, soft and gentle and unusually tender, even for him.

  “I was wondering…” She sighed and felt sleepiness wash over her again. “I have to go back to work… I guess you do too…”

  He hummed softly in agreement, gently stroking her hair.

  “Well… do you think we can see each other again?” She whispered softly as the lull of his touch eased her into dreamland.

  “I certainly hope so, Alexandra.” Connor’s voice murmured, a soft breath on her skin.

  Alexandra nodded, feeling contentment well up inside her, feeling comfortable and safe against him. She snuggled in against him.

  “Connor… when can we see each other again?”

  Alexandra murmured, feeling her eyes droop softly shut. Connor didn’t answer, but Alexandra was too tired to care. He was here and that was all that mattered. They were together and nothing could ever spoil such a perfect moment.

  Alexandra was happy, and Connor made her feel more alive and content than anyone she had ever known. This was perfection and Alexandra didn’t plan on going anywhere.

  She fell into a deep sleep, happy and content.

  Chapter 14: Thousand Tears from Parting

  Falon stared at Alexandra, who had fallen asleep in his arms. She was resting against his chest, and he could see the rise and fall of her breathing, the way her hair tumbled across her shoulders. She was so beautiful. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and Falon had now seen a few on his travels. No one came close to Alexandra. No one could stir him like she did, make him feel happy like she did.

  He needed her in his life, wanted and craved her. She was everything to him and they had only known each other for a week, a blissful, beautiful whirlwind of a week.

  Falon felt the sadness sink into his stomach, a pain burning in his heart. It wasn’t fair, having to leave her so soon, so terribly, terribly soon. They worked so well together and she was an incredible woman. But he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he had no real choice in the matter. If he tried to put up a fight, he could get himself killed, or his memories erased. At the worst case outcome, he could get Alexandra killed and that was not a chance he was willing to take. He cared for her far too deeply to let that happen.

  Falon knew he had to leave her and go back to the portal. He wanted to say goodbye to her. Leaving her without a word was terribly cruel and he knew that… but he couldn’t explain why he was leaving. He couldn’t tell her the truth, or her life would be in danger. He had to leave, silently and quietly in the night.

  He had to leave without a word or explanation, and he had to do it tonight. Still, the thought killed him, made his chest ache with a longing and a pain that he had never known in all of his years.

  Falon tried to keep the hope alive in his heart. He needed to go back home, anyway. He needed to talk to the dragons of Imbris kingdom, hell, to all of Pax Gloria, and let them know that they were wrong about humans, that all of their assumptions were just that—assumptions. Humans were not that bad, after all. Humans were not the terrible simians that they had been lead to believe.

  Humans could be funny and kind and compassionate. Humans should not be abandoned, the dragon world kept away at all costs. He needed to make them see that they were wrong, needed to make thing see that there was another way of life out there.

  Falon knew that convincing them would not come easily, that it would be all too easy for them to push his words aside. But he would persist. He would persist until they saw sense.

  He would spark the change that could save the dragons. This sentiment of love, that was what was missing. Maybe that was enough to overturn the infertility rates. Maybe marrying for political gain instead of love was what had mutated the dragons into a race that could no longer breed. It was a theory, a hypothesis really, but it was a start. It was hope.

  Hope that he could use as an argument. Something he could use against the might of the dragons who were aligned against him. Sure,
he had broken rules and probably thousands of laws, but at least there would be something for the dragons to gain. Politically speaking, Aedan could spin the story of Connor running away into a narrative that saw Connor acting out an experiment that was commissioned by Aedan.

  That’s it! The young dragon who was not scared of humans the way the others were, was recruited for a secret mission by the Supreme.

  He felt the hope rise in his chest. It was fleeting, and sparse, but it was something. Hope and faith. It was all he had at the moment.

  Falon could only hope that he could make them change their minds in Alexandra’s lifetime. He could only hope that he could see her again, before she passed away and left him all alone again, as alone as he had been when he first met her. He needed her. He needed her in his life more than he could stand.

  What if she dies, though? What if she gets into a car crash while I’m away? What if she gets married? What if this all takes a lot longer than I hoped, and she grows old and dies from old age? Humans only last hundred years, at most. Higher Power, help me.

  He could feel the compulsion of his inner dragon, locked up in its Gunna, calling him to do the deed before he left. Connor fought it, needing to think clearly and not just act on the emotion of despair from parting.

  Her clean floral scent of oranges and lilacs floated up to him as looked down at her. She was perfect in every way: innocent in heart but mature in mind and open in spirit. She deserved the best, more than anything. More than his need for her.

  Do it. It was the calling of his beast, his dragon. The deed would be permanent, and there would be no going back for either of them.

  * * *

  With shaking hands, Falon moved towards Alexandra, where she slept. There was only one hope for him to see her again and Falon had to take it. He gently caressed her arm, feeling her warmth beneath his fingertips. He would be bonded with her, and she with him. They would always have an empathic bond from there on out: she’d feel the emotions within him, and he would feel hers. Two vessels for one being.