I felt her walls grip me tight, milking me, and could hold myself back no more. I felt my balls contract and pleasure shoot from the tip of my cock as the grip became deeper, tighter, faster, and we fell over the edge together. We truly were one as the world went dark and I experienced her orgasm with her.
She shook in my arms, lost the ability the speak, and simply shook as we continued to move together, the blue flames surrounding us both now.
The shaking of our bodies faded far too soon for our liking, but we clung together, shaken by what we’d experienced. We really had been one. I didn’t want to let her go. I didn’t think I could. Not this time.
Thyra slid from me, her breathing still ragged as she tried to recover from her first experience as the mate of a dragon. I glanced over at her, my breathing already under control. She was weaker than a dragon, but she was strong. I watched her push her hair out of her face, and leaned over to kiss her, the heat on her lips still burning.
“I will have to find a way to let you go. I’m not sure I can, though, Thyra.” I paused as her striking brown eyes opened and she gazed up at me, pain shadowing her smile.
“I have to go, Endre. I just...” She sat up, her back a work of biological art, her tattoos a belt around her hips that I wanted to explore once more. Art in two forms, natural and ink.
“It can wait, my heart. Wruin’s army won’t be here for a while yet, there’s no need to rush. I have people watching and you are safe as long as you are with me. Don’t be afraid. Let me love you one more time.” I whispered the words as a murmur across her collar bones and her hand went to my head, clenching in my hair to push my head down, down to those sensitive nipples of hers.
I tongued the dark flesh of her nipples, stroked her until she was in a frenzy once more, but this time, I wanted to know her. This time, I wanted to touch every single inch of her before I walked away. Before she left me.
I couldn’t seem to win. I’d left the world for love, and once I decided to go back into the world, love left me again. I could not blame her, my world was far more dangerous than hers, but that didn’t stop me from wanting what I couldn’t have.
If she stayed the magic of our mating would slow down her ageing, and mine would speed up, until we found a balance more like natural ageing. We could have hundreds of years together, hundreds of years of love, but this was a threat too far, even for my daring little sailor. She could face drowning, but magic was just too much.
I gripped her hips to bring her to me, until we faced each other on our sides. Her lips found mine, my own effort to smother protests that she didn’t want to voice anyway, not when my fingers replaces my lips on her nipples. I was in her head once more and her protests and denials melted away as pleasure raced up her spine, straight into her brain.
I slid my other hand down her body, over her abdomen, so soft and comforting, down her round hips, and further. I found her thighs, still slick with the evidence of our union, and pushed thigh to make way for my exploration.
My fingers slid into her, and my eyes were open and waiting as hers popped open to look into mine.
“How do you make me feel so good?” She asked before her head fell back in surrender. My finger found the throbbing bud of her clit and circled tightly with the pressure her brain signalled to mine was just right.
I could feel her pleasure, low in my own abdomen, and wondered why women ever stopped touching themselves if it felt that good. My own head fell back as the pleasure grew within Thyra, until it became something hot and tight and bound to explode.
I had to stop or we’d both be over the edge in an instant again, and I wanted to know far more of her than that. She whimpered in protest as I moved away, but only to lean over her, my knees on each side of her hips. I took her chin in mine and our eyes locked once more.
“One more time, Thyra. Then you can go.” I kissed her lips lightly, and then began my exploration. With a wave of my hand a few more candles erupted to give me the light to see her properly. I found an intriguing freckle on the right side of her collarbone and kissed it. My fingers stroked her nipples as I moved down, until her ribs were in my sight, and I stroked down the hills and valleys, a ticklish moment that made us both smile.
She kept still as my face moved lower, across her belly button and down, to the birthmark on the right side of her lower abdomen. It looked like a winged creature of some kind, small and a light brown that wouldn’t be visible at all if she hadn’t spent so much time in the sun. It was familiar but I couldn’t place it, perhaps my memory of her first day here was the answer.
I kept going down, my fingers and lips touching her softly, to memorize each spot, to imprint her taste on my brain. When I reached the apex of her thighs she tried to pull me up, too impatient for even this.
“Don’t make me wait, Endre, please.” Her words were almost a sob, but she hadn’t reached that point yet. I wanted that point. Only then would she have all of me.
8
Thyra
I wanted to grind my fist into my eyes, I wanted to throw him off of me, and climb onto his body once more, whatever I had to do to make this endless ache just go away. His touch wasn’t necessarily sexual, it was gentle, soft, and sweet, but it was driving me absolutely mad!
I felt my heels pressing into the bed as his breath blew over the wet center of me, and my hands clenched in the soft furs beneath us. He was going to kill me with me pleasure, that’s how he was going to keep me here, I decided as his fingers found my folds and opened me.
I stopped thinking at all when his tongue flicked out to take torture to a new level that sent my brain into a darkness only he had ever given me. A felt the invasion of his fingers within me and wondered at how even his digits could stretch me as he slid into me.
My thoughts focused on those areas, the spot where his lips sucked and his tongue stroked, and the other one, where he opened me and found another spot that made me moan in surrender. Fuck, how would I survive this? Did I want to?
I couldn’t even try to hold myself back, to wait, to defy his insistence on my pleasure, because my hips moved on their own, dancing to the rhythm his mouth set. My lips would only release sighs, the only word his name as he stroked my hips into a tilt that ground my ass into the bed. Fuck, it just felt so good.
I wanted to come on him, around him again, the sensation had been well beyond anything I’ve ever felt before, even with my ex-husband, and I wanted that again, but Endre wanted me to come on his tongue, on his fingers, and damn it was too good to resist.
His lips sucked at me harder, with far more insistence, and then his fingers began to move. He mimicked the way he wanted to fuck me, the way I wanted him to fuck me, and that strange sensation started all over again. The sensation that I knew his thoughts, that I knew what he felt, and that we were just one single entity.
I could feel how his cock ached to be inside me, I could feel how he yearned to never stop tasting me, and...oh I could taste myself on his tongue, but as if it were my own tongue and the taste of my own sex made my head spin, the way it made his spin.
Nothing surprised me now, and I knew I had to give into him, mainly because I couldn’t deny myself the pleasure he gave me. I rode his fingers, his face, until the point where he spoke to me in my head.
“I want to suck your clit for the rest of my life, my heart. And after I’ve spent a hundred years doing just that, I’ll spend the next one hundred fucking you until you scream.”
Pleasure throbbed through my clit, an electricity that set off the walls deep inside of me, and I felt how I clamped down on his fingers as an ache of pure bliss. I growled as he tore my world apart, a deep feral sound that would shock me later, but for now, made total sense. My fingers clenched at the furs beneath me, tearing at the fine hairs that made it so soft as my hips pushed into Endre’s face.
Those beautiful full lips of his never let go of my clit as I moved on him, he never lost me as a frenzy of grinding took over that I could not control. I fuc
ked his face as he fucked me, demanding everything I had to give to him and I gave it gladly.
I let the tidal wave of pure sensation rock through me with total fascination, lost in the way my stomach rippled in time with everything below, the way my spine tingled as everything went dull around the edges except us.
I held on for dear life, even as the waves started to ebb and the pulses started to slow. Endre moved as one last shock ran through me, his hands pinning mine over my head as he moved between my thighs and found his home within me.
His entry was a thrill of stretching, pleasurable escape as he pulled my left knee up to go deeper, to fill me entirely with a cock far larger than anything I’ve ever seen before. I felt my nails dig into his skin as he rocked into me, over and over, his face a mask of concentration as he raced us both toward one more taste of heaven.
The intensity of his hips thrusting his cock into me increased as I felt his balls tighten between us. He was so close. I touched his face and brought his lips down to mine, a move that left him groaning against my face as his lips slid away, to my cheek.
“I can’t stop, Thyra. Fuck, I can’t stop. You feel too good.” I left my other leg fall open as he spoke, letting him take whatever he wanted from me. I knew he was going to take me with him because somehow, some magical how, I was a part of him and he a part of me, and I felt everything as he felt it.
I felt it when he pulsed the first time, an aching relief of exquisite pain that was far more pleasure. I felt the way a snarl tore from his throat as he let himself go. And I felt the mindless glee as he rocked into me one last time and he let me have it all.
I was right there with him through it all, I felt it all, and knew that I’d never want to leave him now. I had to, but I didn’t want to.
I clung to him as he sank over me, exhausted from the full-tilt release of it all. My fingers were in his hair, cradling him to my neck as he fought for breath.
How could I ever let this go?
The moment was so intimate, so trusting, that I couldn’t speak. I could think though and my thoughts made my eyes sting with tears.
“It’s alright, Thyra. We’ll figure this out. Please, just don’t go yet. I promised I wouldn’t try to convince you to stay, but I just can’t let you yet. Please.” His words were spoken against my throat, and I was glad for it. He wouldn’t see the tear rolling down the other side of my face.
I swiped at it with a free hand and inhaled deep before I answered.
“I just need to think. Let me up.” I pushed at his shoulders and he rolled away instantly. I tried to pull my legs up but they shook too much. I’d need a minute before I could get up.
A knock came at the door and interrupted whatever else we might have said. Endre sighed, pushed himself up from the bed, put on his pants, and went to the door.
“I need to talk to you.” Wruin then.
I pushed onto my side, reaching for any shirt I found. It was his. I inhaled it as he found the other one and left the room wordlessly.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I heard it in my head but looked up anyway. He was gone.
I had to wait until I could stand up to put my pants on, then I put on the coat he’d given me earlier and wrapped myself in a fur blanket.
I don’t know what time it is now, the sun didn’t stay up for long at this time of year from what Endre said, and went out into the remaining light. The sun was already going down and the day just felt odd to me.
Only a few days before I’d been on my boat, all was right in the world, and I had a direction to head in. The sun went up at the right time, it went down, and the world was as it should be. That storm had done far more than damage my boat, it had changed my entire life. The fact that it had nearly taken it didn’t escape my thoughts either.
If Endre hadn’t come along and pulled me out of the water I’d have died. He’d saved my life and I owed him for that. I felt him brush against my thoughts and paused. I’d been heading for the camp, curious to see these people from another magical world. He’d sensed my thoughts and was warning me not to go down there.
This Airitech fellow didn’t sound very nice, at all. He was in that camp somewhere. I looked down the hill at the camp and wondered where exactly he was. I was hoping that some of Endre’s magic had rubbed off on me, that I’d somehow be able to make the worm come to the surface, the way my father used to catch night crawlers when we’d go fishing. He’d spray the ground with water and the fat juicy worms would come up out of the ground.
Nothing like that happened though, no matter how I glared at the camp. I’d always wanted to be magical, to be able to have a life like the women in the legends my father had told me about. Strong and brave women that stood up for what they wanted. I had that chance now, I realized, even if I wasn’t magical.
I went around a snow bank, heading back up the hill, my thoughts totally on the quandary. Otherwise I might have noticed the man that appeared behind me. I might have been able to escape.
I didn’t see him though and before I knew it, I had a cloth in my mouth, my hands were tied behind my back, and a very evil sounding voice was whispering in my ear.
“Ah, so Endre has finally found himself a woman. I was starting to think he’d turned into a monk out here on this frozen island all alone. Good, you’ll come in handy very shortly.”
Before I could even try to scream the man used a little more magic to shift into a wolf, a very large one, and his pack appeared to drag me to a portal that appeared. All I could think to do was scream for Endre as the wolves drug me away, each one with a bit of my shirt clamped between their teeth.
Then, we were somewhere else. Somewhere full of blue ice, the sound of dripping water, and a small cave that was warmer than I expected. I looked around and saw nothing but ice, except for a blue pool of water in the very center of the cave.
No more than 14 feet long and 7 feet high, I somehow knew instinctively that above us there was a mountain of ice. LED lanterns brightened the place up, but there was little else to offer comfort in the place. I wiggled away from the wolves as one came near me, murder in its eyes.
This one shifted, and became a woman. She looked familiar with her dark hair and gray eyes, but I couldn’t exactly place where I’d seen the features before. My head swam as she came near, too many shocks in too short a time was definitely taking it’s toll.
“You idiots, you didn’t tie her feet! She can just get up and walk out of here!” She produced a rope from her pockets and stupidly, all I could think was, how did she manage to keep her clothes on when she’d been shifting back and forth between human and wolf form.
It didn’t matter in the end; she still tied my feet up and pulled me up to sit against the back of the ice wall. It was cold and she knew it because she brought a fur to put between me and the wall.
“Shut up, Aska. She’ll freeze to death if she steps foot outside. She won’t be going anywhere.” Airitech had shifted as Aska tied my feet and came over to stare down at me.
“Yes, Father.” The girl muttered and moved away. She went off to sulk and I watched her go. That was Abigail’s sister. I wonder if she knew about that?
9
Endre
I knew she was gone before they even had her through the portal. I looked to Wruin, and he sensed something was wrong.
“Thyra’s gone. Airitech has her.” I closed my eyes, trying my best to see through her eyes but all I could see was blue ice. That could be anywhere frozen. It could even be in the Arctic. There was a magical world up there too.
“Can you see her?” Wruin asked, far more in the question than just the need for a location.
He was asking if we were mates, the kind of mates only shifters could have, the once in a lifetime kind of mate. I think that’s why Wruin had been so blithe about forcing Riever out of my life. I’d loved the girl, but she hadn’t been my mate, at least not to his standards. Not the way I was with Thyra.
Knowing that Riever wasn’t my bond
ed shifter mate after all of this time didn’t ease the eons of anger I’d felt towards Wruin, but it did explain why he’d ordered me to marry a woman that didn’t want to marry me or be banished. He knew it wasn’t real, mated love.
I’d never quite understood what that was supposed to be like until Thyra came along. The fact that I’d known the difference from the start, but hadn’t realized it, wasn’t lost on me.
“What can we do?” Wruin asked, watching me for a sign of what needed to be done.
“I don’t know, I really don’t know, Wruin.” She was safe, and that was all I knew.
We waited for his army to arrive, along with more from Taka’s, and sent out trackers. These weren’t ordinary trackers though, they tracked portals, and where they led to.
Abigail, Wruin’s mate, was with them, using powers she’d only learned she had.
“I protected her and her mother for years, until her mother passed away.” His voice ground to a halt but I’d noticed the gravelly sound it had taken on. The mother had meant something to him.
“Abigail is my mate; I knew it before she was even born. Airitech, her father, had really done a number on Abigail’s mother. He’d led her along, led her to believe he loved her, but he was only using her. Somehow he’d figured out that Doreen was special. She would give birth to the key that would open my world, that would allow me back into my kingdom.”
“I’d heard you’d been banished somehow.” I’d heard whispers. I’d felt the ripple that went through all of the magical kingdoms when Wruin was brought back into our world. I hadn’t felt the slightest sympathy for him.
“I was. Doreen found me in my cave when she was only a child. She grew up playing with me during her summer holidays from school. Eventually, she stopped being able to see me. Airitech, well, he used her. He had other women, and tried to cage her up when he found out he’d got her pregnant. She escaped, came to me, and I hid her from him, until his death. Now he wants back into Tir Na Nog. We have to stop him. He’ll destroy everything.”
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