by Amelia Jade
With so much going through her head she decided to distract herself.
“Have you figured out what you’re going to do for the talent show now that you can’t just shift into a dragon and stun everyone?” she asked, startling herself at how loud she sounded after walking in silence.
Rokk shook his head, stifling a snort at her direct reference to his earlier blunder. “I’m working on it. Not that I would tell you even if I did,” he teased.
“Come on. You can trust me.”
He tugged on her hand, forcing her to twist slightly toward him as they walked. “You’re the competition too.” His lips compressed at her pout. “Okay fine, I’ll give you a hint. Just one though. A tiny, tiny thing. That’s it, got it?”
She bobbed her head quickly. “Yup. Got it.”
“Okay.” Rokk took a deep breath in, his magnificent chest stretching his shirt to the limits. “My talent…is magic.”
She stopped walking. “Seriously? That’s it, that’s all you’re going to give me? Magic? Sounds to me like you still hope you can turn into a dragon and wow the crowd.”
“You can’t tell me you’re bored of seeing that happen. I’m 104 and I still love watching it, and don’t get me started on becoming a dragon, because that’s even cooler!”
Linny shook her head and resumed her strides toward her quarters. “You’re ridiculous, Rokk.”
He followed after her, courtesy of their still intertwined hands. “Maybe, but I made you laugh.”
“Groan.”
“What?”
“You made me groan,” she corrected. “Not laugh. There’s a difference.”
“A groan is just a laugh you’re reluctant to allow to happen. In this case at least.” He didn’t sound fazed in the slightest.
“You’re insufferable. You don’t give up, do you?”
“Not in the slightest.”
By now they’d arrived in front of the building that housed sleeping quarters for much of the administrative staff and temporary visitors. She waved her badge at the scanner and went to open the door, but Rokk beat her to it. He pulled the door open and held it for her, dropping her hand so he could use the other to wave her through.
“Now he develops manners. Where were those when you were spying on me yesterday?”
“How long are you going to go on about that for?” he sighed.
“Rokk, it was yesterday! It’s barely been twenty-four hours.”
He sighed again, longer and more dramatic. “It feels like forever.”
This time she did laugh, opening the door to the stairs by herself while he waited. “Well, are you coming?”
Rokk muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “Not before you,” but she couldn’t actually make it out enough to confront him about it.
“What’s that?” she asked innocently instead, letting him know she’d overheard him at least partially.
“I said ‘I guess,’” he teased, coming up next to her as they ascended to the third floor.
“If you’re getting bored of me, you can always go. I promise you I can find my way to my room on my own.”
Rokk pretended to think about it, his eyes narrowing, mouth scrunching up. “Hmmm. No, I’d better make sure you make it in safely. This place looks dangerous.”
She eyed the spartan steel and gray-colored walls and floor. Overhead long neon lights glowed every four feet. Green doors were the only source of color.
“Dangerous. Maybe to your imagination and spirit.”
“Precisely. Your spirit is something I quite like. I had better protect it.”
She tapped a foot. “How do you plan on doing that?”
He reached out to the nearest light fixture and touched it.
Linny gasped as his hand glowed and the light flickered and faded out. A moment later the next one followed. Then the next, and the one after that, until every light in the hallway went dim, leaving only the blood red of the exit sign over their head to see by. A moment later Rokk touched that and it too disappeared.
“What are you doing?”
“Protecting you. Now your imagination can run wild of what’s out here. Goodnight.”
“Oh no you don’t!” she cried, snatching at his hand as he went to go back into the stairwell. “You did this. You either fix it, or you make sure I get home safely.”
She knew full well that was his plan all along, but Linny was having fun, so she played along. Part of her was curious about what would happen next.
“This way,” he growled, artificially deepening his already low voice. “I’ll guide the way.” He took her hand and they were off.
Linny let him go for a bit before tugging sharply. “Rokk, do you know where you’re going?”
“Your quarters. This way!”
She didn’t move. “Actually, they’re back there somewhere. I can’t see, but I’m not that far down the hallway.”
“Oh. Right, of course. What number?”
“Three sixteen.” She stifled a laugh. He was too cute.
A moment later he stopped in front of her door.
“Thank you, brave Rokk. You have guided me home safely. I shall forever remember you for this heroic quest you have taken me on.” She pretended to feel “woozy,” putting the back of her hand to her forehead and swaying slightly.
“Are you all right?”
“Just fine. Overwhelmed by your manliness.” Behind her back she palmed her badge against the door and let it slide open.
Bright light spilled into the hallway as she backed into her room, illuminating Rokk as he stood and watched. Linny paused, looking him over. Straight-leg black utility pants paired with a black T-shirt that seemed likely to burst at any moment. His hair was perfectly styled as always, slate gray and teased upward, a solid contrast with the twin blue circles deep in his face.
He watched her with the same level of scrutiny. Probably wondering if he should try to come in or wait for an invitation, she decided. That was the easy part. They had flirted more than enough for her to be aware that he was interested in her and wanted to engage in more physical activities.
What Linny didn’t know was how she felt. Even now, taking her time, evaluating whether or not to invite the gentle giant of a dragon shifter into her quarters, she still had no idea. It seemed like a good idea, but would it in twenty minutes? An hour? The next morning?
“I enjoyed my night,” Rokk said softly as the silence between them widened.
“I did too ,Rokk. Thank you again for bringing dinner. That was just amazing of you.”
He smiled and her legs wavered, unsure of themselves. Linny took a slow, deep breath to stabilize herself.
“Have a good night, Linny.” Rokk tilted his head to the side and lowered it respectfully in her direction.
It was now or never. He had sensed her hesitation and was giving her an out if she chose to take it.
Rokk backed away and flashed her one last smile before he headed down the hallway.
Like a bolt shot from a crossbow, she darted into the hallway. “Rokk. Wait.”
He turned, his forward momentum dying so abruptly it seemed impossible. “Yes?”
“Um. Would you like a drink?”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded, unwilling to trust her voice, but knowing deep down within herself that this was what she wanted. What she needed. Linny had to know more. She had to understand if he truly was interested, and to explore the odd connection that she felt every time they touched.
Rokk came back to her doorway. Linny stepped backward as he approached, until she bumped into a chair. Rokk didn’t stop. He came closer step by step until he was right in front of her, his body all but trapping her against the chair. Linny trembled, wondering if he would make the next move or not.
“I have to confess something, Linny,” he said, picking her up and setting her on the kitchen table.
“What’s that?” she asked, her voice hoarse.
“I’m not thirsty.”
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She squeaked, feeling like a mouse next to his goliath form. “Oh. You aren’t?”
“No.” His voice rumbled in his chest, which was now right at her eye level.
“Wh-Why did you come back then?”
There was no pause. “Because I want you.”
Linny nodded, the entire room bouncing in front of her from the jerky motion. “Oh.”
His finger found her chin and lifted it, just like it had that first day. Linny’s breath came in shorter bursts and she wet her lips in nervous anticipation. He was going to kiss her again, and this time there would be nobody around to stop them. No one to intervene. If she went through with it, things weren’t going to stop there. Not tonight.
“Are you okay with that?” He didn’t sound doubtful, but even hearing him ask put her slightly more at ease.
“Y-Yes.” Her voice cracked, but it was less hoarse, a little more strength seeping into it as she came to terms with what was going to happen.
“Are you sure?”
“What are you going to do to me?”
She watched his warm lips part in a genuine smile. “First, I thought I might kiss you, if that’s okay.”
“It is,” she answered, feeling stronger yet.
“After that, I figured I might just go with the flow and see where it took us, unless you have any issues with that.” He inched closer. Linny could feel the heat radiating from him, a sure sign that he was just as aroused as she.
“That sounds good.” Her voice was still barely audible, but it didn’t crack this time.
Then Rokk kissed her and speaking was no longer a priority. His mouth crashed into hers and the barrier between them broke in a flurry of lustful touching and soft cries intermixed with deep groans.
Before either of them knew it she was naked and pulling down his pants as she slid to her knees, moving down from the table like she was melting. Now a puddle at his feet, she looked up at him, watching every twitch of his face as she stroked his hard shaft, feeling him thicken and grow even stiffer as she touched him.
When her tongue caressed the underside of his cock she thought he was going to lose control. The groan that he produced was so loud it startled her and she nearly lost focus. His face tightened and he hissed when she applied more pressure with her tongue, running it up and down him several times before taking him into her mouth.
She was sucking his dick. This was happening. Linny was both aroused and shocked by the sudden development between the pair of them. A moment ago he was about to leave, and now they were both naked, exploring one another in the most intimate of ways. Even resting on her knees she could feel them trembling.
“Stop,” Rokk ground out. “You need to stop. I can’t…not with you.”
Linny pulled back. “What do you mean? What did I do wrong?” She got to her feet, suddenly self-conscious about her nudity.
“Wrong?” Rokk laughed. “That’s not what I meant, Linny.” He took both her wrists in his hands and gently pulled her arms away from where she’d crossed them over her small chest.
“What did you mean?”
“I meant that I can’t hold on any longer with you. It feels too good. I’m not ready for that sort of embarrassment.”
She looked up at him sharply. “You’re serious?”
“Positive. I very much want to do this with you. That was just too intense for me.”
“Oh.” She wiped the corners of her mouth, feeling silly for overreacting, but also buoyed by the compliment to her skills. “Good to know.”
They both laughed and Rokk took her hand, leading her through the strewn clothes.
“My bedroom is that way,” she said, pointing to the other end of the unit. “That’s the spare.”
Rokk didn’t say anything; he just turned around and started pulling her the other way. She smiled and went with him without a fight, smacking his ass as she waltzed by him into her bedroom, completely at ease all of a sudden. The change in her mood was abrupt, but they seemed to be for the best now. All it took was a bit of communication between them.
His voice came from behind her. “My turn.”
Linny yelped as she was picked up and dumped into the bed. Rokk laughed as he pinned her down and she playfully fought back. The instant his tongue slid down the inside of her thigh she quieted, the breath stolen from her chest.
That didn’t last for long, the warm, wet touch finding her clit with ease. He started slowly, gently working her up while she lay back on the bed, focusing on breathing and basking in the increasing crescendo of pressure forming between her legs. Rokk seemed to know what every moan, gasp, and cry meant, reacting and changing things when he should, and doing exactly the same thing without altering it at others.
“Right there,” she found herself gasping a few minutes later as he pushed her into climax. His hands clamped around her thighs, holding her close to his mouth, pleasing her until the very end, where she sagged back into the bed, drained and out of breath.
“I’m very glad I invited you in for a drink,” she said limply, the cliché attempt at humor the only strength she had at the moment.
“There’s a really bad joke I could make right there,” he teased, wiping his mouth to make his point, “but I won’t, just for you.”
Linny giggled. “That’s not the only thing you can do for me,” she teased, waggling her hips at him.
“Ready again?”
She nodded, biting down on her lower lip as she watched him bury his face between her legs once more. Almost immediately his tongue feathered over her sensitive nub. His touch was incredibly light, working her back until she was primed and ready again.
“No, don’t stop!” she begged as he stood up. “I’m so close.”
“Trust me.” Rokk pushed her back on the bed, spreading her legs wide.
“I do,” she gasped, not realizing how short of breath she’d become. “I do trust you, Rokk.”
The instant she said that he pushed inside of her. Linny’s eyes rolled back into her head, elbows giving out underneath. The mattress absorbed her fall as she lay back, letting Rokk feast upon her body, such as it was. She didn’t have any curves to offer, no ass to speak of, and even smaller tits, but his eyes lit up at the sight of her naked and she swore he grew even bigger inside of her.
“Gorgeous,” he growled, stroking into her, each time going a little deeper.
The anticipation was excruciating. She tried to use her fingers to finish the job he’d started, but Rokk swatted them away with a smile and a wag of his finger. “I haven’t forgotten you,” he said, pushing himself all the way inside her.
“You certainly have a way of distracting me,” she gasped a moment later, needing a few more seconds to adjust to his size. He was big. Not so big it hurt beyond enjoyment, but big enough that she felt a fullness that she’d never experienced before.
Rokk didn’t reply. Instead he just thrust into her yet again.
And again.
It didn’t take long for Linny to become reduced to little more than a moaning, writhing mess. She could barely speak; his cock stole the words from her each time he made her take him deep.
That’s when he started to rub her clit with his thumb.
“Oh my God.” It was almost too much. She wanted him to stop. Her body couldn’t handle it. She couldn’t focus on what was going on. Words failed her. Linny began to shake, the only noise coming from her was a never-ending mix of both moaning and crying out. There were no words, but nobody who heard it would ever mistake it for anything but a primal sound of pleasure.
“I want you to come for me,” Rokk growled, leaning over to the side to speak in her ear. “Now. Feel my cock inside you. My thumb rubbing your clit. Let yourself go.”
Hearing him talk like that was the final straw. She did exactly as he wanted and came violently, her body thrashing around uncontrollably as he fucked her senseless in the most literal manner she’d ever experienced.
Her brain shut down, her vision went c
ross-eyed and she almost blacked out when her lungs stopped working. The only thing Linny knew was pure, absolute ecstasy. It went on and on. At one point she became vaguely aware of Rokk crying out, and suddenly warmth spread across her stomach and one of her nipples.
It was only when the huge body of her lover crashed into the bed next to her, panting heavily, that she became aware that he too had finished. That was what she’d felt across her skin, the heat providing the stimulus for the last of her climaxes.
I came multiple times there, she realized dumbly, her brain working to sort out how many. She didn’t care. it didn’t matter.
“Wow.”
It was the only word either of them said for quite some time. Eventually she looked over at him and smiled, rolling onto her side to kiss him.
Liquid ran down her body and she was abruptly reminded that come covered her body.
“Right. Can I have a towel from the closet?” she asked, pointing.
Rokk didn’t speak, but he got up and grabbed her one, and another for himself. He spent a few seconds cleaning her up, but eventually she took over. Having someone else dig come out of your belly button was not an experience she’d ever found pleasurable.
“That was something else,” Rokk mumbled, his forehead and chest covered in a glistening layer of sweat.
How long had they been at it she wondered? Time had become warped not long after he’d entered her. It could have been five minutes or half an hour. Looking at the clock, she realized it was almost three in the morning. At least half an hour then. Most of which she’d spent in the throes of constant orgasmic explosions.
“Wow.”
Rokk laughed and kissed her. Then he bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth.
“Mmmm, that’s nice, but I think I’m spent for today.” She grinned. “But don’t worry, you certainly made a good first impression.”
Rokk laughed, and a minute later she joined in too. They kept going until tears streamed down both their faces, and shortly after that they fell into each other’s arms, kissing one another frantically, in need of more.
