by T. J. Quinn
The expression on his face told her the answer. He really thought his people would reject her.
“I’m sure they won’t mistreat you…” he started, trying to explain it.
“I’m not talking about that, and you know it.”
Once more, he looked around, clearly uncomfortable. “Let’s take this conversation somewhere else if you don’t mind.” He asked her.
“Yes, that’s a good idea. I’ll see you back at the palace.” She agreed, turning around her chair and heading to the door she had used to get in.
“Wait. I’ll take you back.” He said, trying to stop her.
“I don’t think so. Right now, I want to be alone.”
He could have stopped her, she knew that, but fortunately, he respected her wishes and allowed her to go back to the palace on her own.
That gave her time to analyze the whole situation. Though she hated to admit it, she knew his people wouldn’t be as welcoming as those kids would. She was different, not only different from his people but she was also different from her own people.
She knew exactly what that meant; she had been through it several times, back home. Though back on Earth, her condition was common, people still treated her differently. Some only rejected her, as if being unable to walk meant she had no value to the society.
Chapter Thirteen
Brynjar was already waiting for her when she reached the main door. He gestured her to accompany him to his office, and she followed him.
“I believe you misunderstood my intentions.” He said in a stern tone.
“I’m sure I didn’t. Listen, I’m used to this. Ever since I had the accident, things changed for me. Even back on my planet, people usually reject the crippled ones, so you don’t have to explain anything to me.” She replied, in a calmed tone, hiding the pain that the whole thing caused her. “I’ll stay away from your people, from now on and that should solve the problem.” She promised, squeezing her hands together over her lap, to stop them from wriggling.
“That’s not what I want. I just don’t want you to face strangers on your own. There’s no sense exposing you to stressful situations when I can avoid them.” He retorted, crouching next to her chair, to look at her straight in the eyes.
“You can’t be around me all the time. People might find that strange and the gossips would only make things worse.” She said, shaking her head.
“I don’t care as long as you’re protected.” He insisted.
“That’s very kind of you, but I really think that would only make things harder.” She said, trying to convince him.
“No, they won’t, and if they do, we’ll find a way to cope with it.” He assured her.
“Why would you go through all this trouble for me?” she asked, puzzled.
“I’m sure I’m not the only one experiencing the effects of wild chemistry between us.” He said, running his fingers down her cheek. “I want to be around you. In fact, I need it.”
“That’s insane and pointless. Why would you want to waste any time with me? You should be trying to find a way to get your own soulmate.” She grumbled, feeling her heart thundering in her chest.
“The time spent with you is anything but wasted.” He assured her, as he got up and pulled her out of her chair, just to make her sit down on his desk.
Slowly, he scrolled his hands up her arms until he cupped her face, tilting her head slightly back before he claimed a kiss from her lips.
That first real kiss was more than either of them expected. It felt as if they had ignited the most powerful fire and in a matter of seconds, they were both consumed by it.
Passion swirled through their bodies, taking their arousal to unsuspected levels.
Feeling his rough tongue inside her mouth felt strange and yet incredibly arousing, making her want more and more, never having enough of him.
When he finally released her lips, to allow them both to get some air, she moaned her displeasure, unable to hold back such strong emotions. She wanted him.
With one last kiss on her lips, Brynjar picked her in his arms once more and carried her out of his office.
“Where are you going?” she muttered, feeling the heat coloring her cheeks.
“To my room.” His concise answer told her about his urgency, one that clearly matched hers.”
“Someone will see us.” She protested, hiding her face in his chest.
“I don’t care.” He assured her.
This time, it took him no time to get his quarters. It was as if he had run, though she never felt as if he had, seconds later, he was entering his room, and heading straight to his bedroom, where he dropped her gently on the bed.
She stayed there, on her knees, looking at him.
“If this is not what you want, you just have to say it, and I’ll take you to your room right away.” He said, in a stern tone, as if he was making a massive effort to pronounce those words. He didn’t want to let her go.
The good thing was, she had no intention of leaving. She had never felt this way before. She would always wonder how it would have felt if she refused that opportunity to herself. This was no time to worry about a future she might even not have.
“I want this.” She murmured, looking at him, feeling her cheeks getting redder than ever.
He nodded, obviously pleased with her answer.
Once more, he cradled her face and claimed a passionate kiss from her lips, sliding his tongue between them and delving her mouth, leaving no inch uncovered.
At the same time, his hands struggled with her clothes, in order to get rid of them, succeeding in just a few seconds, though she was sure he had damaged the clothes.
Naked in front of him, she became a bit way too self-conscious of her imperfect body, but he didn’t give her time to react. He got rid of his own clothes and joined her in bed, kneeling in front of her and kissing her one more time, burying his fingers in her hair and pulling her closer to him.
Allowing them to breathe, he finally released her lips just to continue with his explorations along her silky cheeks and her sensitive earlobes, combining kisses with nibbles on his way down her neck.
The passion burning between them was so intense; there was urgency in each of their caresses and kisses.
He made her lay in bed before he nestled between her open legs, allowing her to feel the graze of his thick, hard cock against her thighs. She gasped, suddenly a bit scared of the unknown, thinking it probably wasn’t such a good idea to have a man of his size as her first lover.
His hands and lips reached her big, round breasts and those thoughts fled her mind. All she could focus on was his caresses and kisses and the way his coarse tongue felt wrapped around her hard nipple.
She was heaving hard, and her heart was beating so fast she was afraid it would come out.
She buried her fingers in his platinum hair and pulled him closer to her, loving its silkiness.
Brynjar was concentrated on feasting on her breasts. Kisses, licks, and nibbles were combined to drive her a bit more aroused, while he moved from one breast to the other.
She could feel her pussy dripping wet like never before in her life. She wanted him so much, her body arched to get closer to him.
He growled his pleasure, and she moaned in response, as her hands moved down from his hair to his neck and shoulders, feeling his scales for the first time and loving its roughness.
Brynjar slid one of his hands down her belly until he cupped her throbbing pussy.
“Oh… god…” she moaned, out loud, lost in the haze of pleasure he had conjured for her.
He smiled pleased as one of his fingers drew a few spirals around her wet folds. A few moments later, he slid it through her folds until he found her entrance. He ran his finger up and down her slit, and each time he reached the upper part, her whole body trembled and she moaned louder.
Curious, he spread her folds and examined the small protuberance she had right on top of her lips. He grazed it with the tip of his c
law, and she moaned.
“What’s this?” he asked, in a husky tone.
“That’s… my clitoris…” she muttered.
He pressed it and rubbed it and once more she moaned out loud.
“It’s a woman’s pleasure center.” She explained through gasps.
“That’s very interesting. Our women don’t have it.” He said, caressing a bit more, loving to see her squirm underneath him.
“They’re missing a lot.” She said, smiling.
“Yes, I can see.” He leaned over and slid his coarse tongue over it.
This time, she let out a heartfelt sob. “Oh… god… please…”
He didn’t move, and dedicated a few moments to that small knob of bliss, feeling for the first time the sweetness of her fluids.
His hard cock throbbed in craving need, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.
While still playing with her clitoris, he slid one of his fingers inside her, just to be surprised once more. He found a barrier.
“What’s this?” he asked her, puzzled.
“What?” she asked, lost in a haze pf pleasure.
“I’m sensing some kind of barrier inside you.” He explained.
Heat colored her cheeks. “Oh… that… it’s my hymen.”
“What’s that exactly?”
“A protective membrane.” She tried to explain, without giving too many details.
It was embarrassing being a virgin at the age of twenty-five.
“But… how do I penetrate you?” he asked, flustered. He was totally lost, and that made her feel a bit better.
“You have to break it.” She explained.
“Won’t that hurt?” there was a frown on his forehead.
“Just a little bit. We all have to go through it.”
“All the time?” now he was shocked.
“No, not all the time. Just the first time.” She finally explained.
He was silent for a few moments, absorbing the information. “You have never been with another man.” It wasn’t a question.
“No, I haven’t. Few men find me attractive.” She explained, starting to feel a bit too self-conscious.
But he didn’t allow her to think much.
“You’re the most attractive woman I ever met.” He assured her, claiming her lips with a breathtaking kiss, full of passion and desire, making her forget all about her virginity and the reason why she was still a virgin.
Thinking about it, she was happy she hadn’t been with another man, that she would only know him and no one else.
When he finally released her lips, his finger was poking her entrance once more.
“I want to make it right for you.” he said, combining his words with small kisses all over her face and down her neck.
“I’m sure it will be.” She said, heaving hard.
“Perhaps I should break the membrane before I penetrate you.” he suggested, pushing his finger inside her, while his thumb caressed her clit, making her gasp with pleasure.
“And… how do you… plan on doing that?” she asked, through ragged gasps.
He pushed his finger out of her and showed her a huge black claw on the tip of his finger. “With this.” He replied. “Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt you so much.”
“I have no idea since I’ve never done this before,” she said with an amused smile.
He chuckled and nodded. “Yes, I guess you’re right. I haven’t done it before either, but my instinct tells me this way would be better than trying to break it with my shaft.” He said with a scowl.
He didn’t want to hurt her, and she could tell that.
“I’m all yours. Do as you think is best, but do it.” She said, not even trying to hide her eagerness. She wanted him, no matter how.
He kissed her once more, devouring her and stealing her breath away before he focused on what he had to do.
Brynjar took a deep breath. Knowing he was her first man had been quite a surprise, but deep down it had stirred all of his male pride. The barrier that proved her innocence, on the other hand, worried him a bit. He didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted their first time to be about only pleasure.
Drawing a trail of tiny kisses from her neck to her pussy, he took her back to the path of pleasure and bliss, alternating kisses and nibbles, sucks and licks on her sensitive clitoris, before he pushed his finger back inside her and used his claw to tear her barrier.
She was experiencing so much pleasure; she barely registered the fleeting pain.
“Are you alright?” he asked her, a bit startled with the blood coming out of her.
“Yes… I barely felt it at all.” She assured him, panting hard, feeling way too close.
He licked her clit once more, making her sob with pleasure.
“Good, then you’re ready for me.” He said with a broad smile, while he pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her and preparing her for him. His thumb never left her clit, rubbing, pinching and pressing it, allowing his instinct to guide his actions since this was new for him, but he could tell she was enjoying it, and that was what mattered to him.
His thrusts combined with his caresses on her clit were more than enough to make her go over the edge and feel the wild waves of a first orgasm crashing over her. It was incredible.
“Yes… I feel I’ve been ready my whole life.” She was finally able to utter, smiling back at him.
Coming up, he kissed her again as he rested the tip of his huge cock on her entrance.
“We’ll take this slow.” He assured her, pushing it slowly inside her.
Eleanor gasped for air, as she felt him for the first time inside her. Her whole body shuddered, as tiny jolts of pleasure rushed through her body.
He pushed a bit further, and she moaned as her walls stretched to receive him. It felt amazing, like nothing else and the ridges on his cock only made the experience better, since they rubbed her inner walls multiplying the sensations rushing through her.
“Oh… you feel so good.” He said, through gritted teeth, as he struggled to keep his hunger at bay. His instinct wanted to take her at any cost, and he was having a hard time controlling it. She felt like no one else ever did, and now he was able to understand why a soulmate was so vital for them. They were everything.
He pushed a little bit further and was planning on keeping that rhythm, but Eleanor clearly had another thing in mind, because she wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed him all the way in, making him growl his pleasure as she moaned hers.
He kissed her once more and started to thrust in and out of her, quickly taking them through the path to paradise.
Eleanor had had orgasms before. Like any healthy adult, she had experimented with her own body, and she had been able to conjure a few orgasms. But nothing prepared her for what Brynjar was giving her, the first orgasm had been impressive, but she could tell the next one would be even better.
She could feel her orgasm building up inside her, ready to explode and it felt so strong, so powerful it even scared her a little bit. But there was no way of stopping it, and a few last thrusts pushed them over the edge and into a turmoil of pleasure and bliss, that had them shuddering and panting in its wake.
He collapsed next to her, pulling her to lay her head on his chest, wanting her as close as possible.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, whispering in her ear.
“As if I died and went to heaven.” She replied, with a blissful smile.
He looked at her with a deep frown. “What do you mean?”
She chuckled. “It means I feel better than ever. It’s a saying.” She explained, still smiling.
“You were scaring me a bit.” He admitted. “Thank you for the amazing gift you made me today.” He whispered.
“You made it special.” She assured him. “I’ve never felt this way before,” she admitted, a bit worried.
Since the first moment she had laid her eyes on him, she had known he was different, special. Now, she w
as sure of it, and it scared her a bit. There was no future for them, there couldn’t be. He would find his soulmate and form a family with her, and she would be left behind. She couldn’t allow him to become an important part of her life or she would suffer way too much.
Then again, she would regret it deeply if she denied herself the opportunity of living this, whatever it was with him. Her life was too uncertain, and her future was completely unknown.
“I know what you mean. I feel the same way, believe me.” He said, in a husky tone, but she thought he was being kind to her and nothing else.
She couldn’t see more behind his words. She simply couldn’t.
So, she simply cuddled up against him and closed her eyes, feeling tired.
She must have dozed because when she opened her eyes again, she was alone in bed and it was dark outside.
Her chair wasn’t around, so she guessed it was still in his office. She needed to visit the bathroom urgently, and without her chair, it was going to be a bit hard.
She snorted, highly frustrated, closing her eyes for a few moments.
She was about to slide out of the bed when the swishing sound of the door opening signaled his presence.
Chapter Fourteen
Brynjar watched her sleep in his arms and sighed. He had lost hope of ever finding his other half. Now, he had her in his arms, and still, he found it hard to believe it wasn’t just a dream, that she was real.
After a while, he got up, determined to allow her to have the rest she needed after what they had been through.
He went back to his room and took a seat on one of the chairs near a large window. He needed to find a way to make the conversion work. Not only because it would make things easier for her, by having his people accept her with no reserves, but also because he wasn’t ready to lose her and he would in just a few years, according to the information they had been able to gather about her people.
While drogons lived up to two hundred and fifty years and more, humans barely reached a hundred and they aged too quickly, compared to the drogons.
Though he already was eighty-five years old, we would spend way too much time without her if he didn’t find a solution.
