by Viiola Grace
Sometime in the afternoon, he landed. She dismounted with his help, and tried to rub the stiffness out of her legs while not meeting his eyes. Her body burned with the arousal the gentle stimulus had caused, and she suspected that the descent had been abnormally violent to stir her senses even further.
“Did you want something to eat? I have a traveler’s lunch that the tavern prepared for me.” His voice was heavy with amusement, but she continued to rub her buttocks with stiff hands.
“That sounds wonderful.” She turned and froze in her tracks.
Standing twelve feet away from her was a very aroused male. Marcus had glorious dark hair, beautiful dark eyes, and a body that any blacksmith would envy. His clothing had hidden a wealth of treasures, and she hadn’t even noticed. It must have been the flight, or her exhaustion, or the face of an aroused male eyeing her with lust, but she hadn’t imagined the body approaching her. Taut muscles rippled over every inch of his frame, every inch. His ten inch manhood stood out proudly, curving upward to his belly, the physique of the dragonkind marking every glorious inch with a prominent ridge.
“Maybe we should work out the stiffness a little before you sit down,” he said helpfully. “You are obviously not accustomed to dragon riding.” The wicked look in his eyes gave the statement a double meaning.
She watched him approach slowly, not wanting to frighten her, and she arched into him as he placed his hands on top of hers on her backside. His clever fingers began a gentle massage of the region, which had the effect of pushing her leather-clad breasts against his chest, and her hips against the very interested portion of his anatomy. Her breathing deepened as her body began to accept the contact.
She tilted her head back and groaned at the release of the tight muscles, brought on by his competent hands. This was quickly followed by a moan as her aroused body was reminded of that morning’s ride. “Ah, you mentioned lunch.”
It was a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation, but the transformation of lust that she saw in his face was unnerving her.
“Later.” It came out as a snarl.
* * * *
His hands worked on the ties at the back of her neck and her top fell to her waist. He stopped to admire the view for a moment, then untied the knots holding up her skirt, the knot holding her top on her hips, and lifted her up to lay her on the ground, where he stripped her of her boots.
He sat back on his haunches to admire the view. He had never seen a woman so perfectly put together with his preferences in mind. Well-proportioned fit and toned body, beautiful legs, a soft white belly, and long throat. Not to mention breasts that caused him to salivate when he watched them rise and fall in agitation.
He had only wanted to offer her the position of healer out of respect for her father. However, when he found out she carried the power, all of his intentions went out the window, and he was consumed with the idea of making her his mate. It took a certain type of woman to withstand the lust of a dragon, and now he had found one that he didn’t need to restrain himself with at all. With any luck, she would be able to bear his offspring.
Pushing away thoughts of the future, he concentrated on the now. And now, there was a very naked dragon female waiting for him with hesitant anticipation in her eyes.
She raised herself on her elbows into a reclining position, framed by the soft green grass. With a certain amount of trepidation in her eyes she held out her hand to him, and beckoned him closer. He didn’t hesitate to accept the invitation.
“I haven’t done this in a long time, not since my husband died,” She looked a little worried as her eyes focused on his groin. “His um, proportions were not as, um, healthy as yours either.”
“Don’t think about it, you were made for exactly this type of coupling, I guarantee it.” With a large grin, he settled on his knees next to her, and touched her face with his fingertips.
She turned her face up to his touch, and gave herself over to him.
He slowly stroked down her neck with both hands, traveling slowly, so as not to startle her. His hands came to rest on her breasts, and they began a gentle, teasing massage, circling the soft flesh and working their way to her nipples, but not quite touching them. He kept up his ministrations until she was arching under his hands, and her nipples were standing erect. Marcus suddenly bent his head, and enveloped the tip of one breast with his mouth, bringing a gentle and then fierce suction to bear on the tender flesh.
Lia moaned, lost in this feeling that she had been denied, both by grief and fear. Grief for her husband, and her lost time with him, and fear that in another man’s arms she could forget him.
Marcus raised his head and brought his mouth to hers, his tongue thrusting inside to duel with hers. His hands returned to their worship of her breasts, and she began to undulate her hips in a rhythm that she had almost forgotten.
In response to her growing fire, Marcus began to drag one hand down her body to rest between her thighs. She arched her hips into his hand, and he needed no further urging. His long fingers delved between her spreading thighs, and sought the secret entrance therein. He sucked in his breath at her wetness and heat, her obvious readiness for him. But continued to caress her, knowing that it would ease their joining if he had prepared her first.
He slipped one and then two fingers into her, enjoying her gasp and small cry of pleasure. Setting a rhythm to his thrusting fingers, he removed his other hand from its pleasurable pursuit at her breast, and brought it down to the small bundle of nerves buried in her heat, circling it with his thumb. As her moans of pleasure changed in pitch and frequency, he redoubled his efforts and speed and was rewarded with her gasping cry as she came.
Before her breathing could slow, he flipped her to her stomach, lifted her to her knees, grasped her hips in an iron grip and drove into her. His pace was fast and frantic, his senses stirred to the breaking point by her release. Over and over he thrust into her, bringing more and more of his strength to bear, until he knew that if he had been with a human woman, he would have begun to break bones.
As his passion began to overtake him she began to arch and moan against him as arousal and heat rose in her body. With every thrust, he pulled himself almost out of her warm heat and then surged forward again. Each blow to her body brought a burst of sighs and whispers to her lips. Her responses continued to build as he pummeled away, driving himself so deep that his balls were slamming into her clit with every thrust.
She had climaxed before with less stimulation than this, but now she could not seem to reach that plateau, and she began to whimper as the pressure built within. With every withdrawal she moaned and she thrust her hips back to meet his as he buried himself within her again.
His mating frenzy took on a new intensity. He had deliberately chosen to take her facing away from him so he could change his form to one which could impregnate her. With her lost to the rising pulse of her passion, he changed into his warrior form. Large wings sprouted from his back, a tail took shape at the base of his spine, and his cock began to grow in size as he increased his height by two feet.
Marcus threw his head back, the muscles in his powerful neck straining as he fought for control. Her climax had been sudden and he had nearly followed her into release. But that was not his intention. As her walls relaxed their grip on his member, he began to thrust again. Harder and faster than any human could possible bear. His hips bucked back and forth, blurring at the speed at which he moved. When he couldn’t hold off any longer, he bent forward until his body covered her body entirely, and his head was in the crook of her neck.
He breathed deeply of her scent, and with a roar and a feral lunge he buried his fangs into the hollow where neck and shoulder met. At the surprising bite, she arched up and screamed again, her body bucking and shuddering in response to the pain and venom of his bite. He maintained his grip on her neck and began the final thrusts that would finish his pleasure. He began to groan as his orgasm over took him.
When he be
gan to empty his seed into her, a small venom sack in his mouth released a liquid into her bloodstream. He could feel the toxin release from his mouth, and kept his hold her neck as it began its work on her body. She went limp beneath him and he followed her to the ground, still linked at both mouth and member. After a few minutes he withdrew both fangs and cock. He removed himself to a few feet away, and resumed his human seaming.
Marcus made a small fire, and watched Lia carefully. He had turned her over and laid her on a blanket, gently cleansing away the blood on her neck and the seed between her thighs as she lay in the grip of the venom.
Hours passed and finally a tracery of blue was beginning to show around her neck. He watched her for any signs of consciousness, and when she began to stir, he lifted her into his lap and held her close.
* * * *
“What…?” She could barely speak, and he offered her a drink of water.
“Just stay still, I will explain it all to you, alright?” His voice was so very gentle and concerned that she could only nod agreement.
“As you know, your father was a dragon. Yes, his wings were broken after he lost a territorial dispute, but he was still a dragon, born and bred. Your mother also had dragon blood, a few generations back, but still potent. Together they made you, and from your eyes, to the description of your transformation the night that your father was killed, you bear full dragon blood and power.” He shifted her in his arms and met her eyes.
“The females of our species are extremely rare, and although dragons can and do breed with humans on occasion, a human female can only bear us one offspring and then is made sterile by the birth. Our females however are unable to conceive with humans. This has something to do with the venom which only a male dragon carries. When mating, he injects the venom into his mate’s neck and this enables her to conceive.”
She touched her neck and looked at him in confusion. “But I am not a pure blood dragon, my mother was only one quarter of the blood. My mother told me that I could not bear children, and that was why my father agreed to John’s suit. He knew I couldn’t have children and wanted me anyway.”
“You could not have children with a human, but could quite easily with another dragon. You parents knew that no decent prospects for a mate lived in the area, and wanted you to get on with your life. That is only a guess, of course, but it does seem to make a bit of sense, does it not?”
“I guess so…but…” She trailed off, then met his eyes as she replayed the earlier coupling. When she reached up and touched the wound at her neck she went white, “What did you do to me?” Lia’s voice came out as a whisper.
“You and I are now a mated pair, my pet. I had to snap you up before we entered another dragon’s territory and he realized what you are. And if the color on your neck is any indication, you are also pregnant with my child. The venom has made a necklace around your beautiful throat, if it was red, you would be in an unfertile time in your cycle, seeing as how it is a wonderful royal blue against your smooth white skin, you are fertile, and given our recent mating, pregnant. If the color does not change in two days, we will be sure.”
“What about my choice? I have a right to choose the mate that I spend the rest of my life with, how could you do that to me?” Her voice raised to a shrill pitch and she began to struggle out of his lap. He easily subdued her.
“Your choice is non-existent. With your father dead, and no one to broker a mate for you, you would have been up for grabs. Males regularly fight to the death for available breeding females. You would have gone to the winner. I have saved you from an embarrassing fate, you may thank me now.” He ended with that boyish grin that he had used on her in the tavern. She didn’t fall for it now either.
“Thanks, oh mighty, dragonlord, I am going to do my utmost to insure that your life is as exciting as I can make it.” The sarcasm and threat dripped from her voice, but he was remarkably unperturbed.
“Promises, promises. Now are you feeling better?” At her nod he continued, “Then let’s continue our journey.”
With that statement, he rose to his feet, still cradling her like a babe, and gently helped her to stand. He redressed her in a few moments, and stepped away to resume his full dragon form. Once again he swung his wing out of the way and extended his foreleg to allow her to mount.
A few minutes later she was once again astride his neck as he climbed into the sky, his powerful wings beating a steady rhythm which once more she felt in her loins where they met his smooth hide.
Hours later, they approached a small castle, perched on the side of a mountain, facing the sea. Lia’s eyes went wide as they beheld the open ocean just beyond the castle. It was the first time she had seen an expanse of water that did not have an opposite shore within easy reach.
As Marcus circled in for a landing, she wondered at her new life and what lay in store for her within the confines of the castle walls.
Chapter 3
Lia took in a deep breath of the cool mountain air as Marcus circled the top of the castle to land. His wing beats steady, he circled lazily, giving her time to view her new home.
“Amazing, just beautiful,” were the only words to make it past the lump in her throat. She was too caught up in the vistas around her, and too overwhelmed by the occurrences of the past two days.
Marcus landed with a thump, his hind legs made contact with the stone first, then his front claws, and finally his wings ceased to support his weight and he settled onto the ground.
His motions, while landing, distracted her from her beautiful surroundings, and brought her attention to the burning ache, which had once again formed low in her belly, while riding the dragon’s neck.
He extended his foreleg and motioned with his head for her to dismount. She did so with a great deal of difficulty from having her legs and thighs spread in such a position for several hours. When she had dismounted, he craned his neck towards her and with a wuffling sound, sniffed her from head to toe, rolling his eyes in pleasure at whatever it was he was sensing.
On the top of the castle, a door opened and man stepped forward to greet Marcus. Upon closer inspection, Lia was surprised to see elven ears making themselves known beyond the wealth of blue-black hair.
“Welcome, my lord, we were not expecting you back as yet. Did you find Lord Antoine, and did he agree to accept the position in the hospice?” The elf had slightly nasal tones, and completely ignored Lia, not once meeting her in the eye, and stepping around her to address Marcus as if she weren’t standing directly in his path.
Marcus shifted his shape into that of his warrior form, eight feet tall, vaguely human, with large wings, a tail, and the coloring of his dragon self, black with bright green eyes with slit pupils.
“Lord Antione is dead, Rifal, this is his daughter, Lia. My Mate.” The elf, Rifal, was visibly startled at this information. He looked now with assessing eyes at Lia. Noting her height, her figure, her short hair, and stopping stock- still when he met her golden eyes, dragon eyes.
“My lady, I am so sorry for any offence I might have given, I was not accustomed to seeing Lord Marcus returning with a female, and thought it best to ignore the situation. I am in charge of his Lordship’s household, if you need anything, please tell me.” He accompanied his stammered statement with a deep bow, and any insult that had been brewing in Lia’s mind was calmed at the thought that Marcus obviously did not make a habit of bringing strange women to his home.
“I accept your apology, Rifal, was it? I hardly know what to do with myself now that I am here. I believe that the first thing that I would like would be a place to rest and refresh myself after the long journey.” She nodded her head slightly, as if making up her mind. “Yes, that and a meal would do wonders.”
“Send them to my rooms, Rifal, Lia and I have business to attend to.” With that Marcus picked her up in his arms and strode through the door through which the elf had made his appearance.
“What business?” She was slightly breathless from be
ing in close proximity to him, his scent filled her nostrils, and her heart began to pound in her chest.
“At the grove, I pleasured you, now it is your turn to please me.” He lowered his head so that their eyes could meet, and she saw the promised fire in them. His stride did not alter, and he carried her down hallways with little care for the people traveling within them, causing those that they passed to flatten themselves against the walls, or be run over, or to be knocked over by the extended wings.
She held her tongue until they were in his chambers and he had set her on her own two feet sliding her against his body on the way down and making her very aware of his growing arousal.
The four-poster bed taking up the far wall between two large windows, opened onto a view of the ocean. The rest of the room was neat and tidy, a testament to the housekeepers that they had almost flattened on the way into the room. A bathing room was connected by a large door and she could see a mammoth tub sunk into the floor, full of warm water. Rifal was certainly efficient, and no doubt magic had been used to prepare the bath and room on such short notice. They must have started as soon as the guardsmen on the upper parapet had seen them approaching.
“Your home is quite lovely, what I have seen of it. Although most of it seems to be a grey blur,” she added with a grin, referring to the speed at which he had brought her here.
“I will give you a full tour tomorrow. We currently have a more urgent matter to attend to.” His voice grew soft and rough and he slowly began to approach her.
“Um, about that, you see, I don’t know how to pleasure a man.”
“But you were married…” He ended on a quizzical note.
