by Cara Wylde
James’s heart started beating faster when he understood he would have to climb onto her claw and she would place him on her back. It made sense. She was too tall for him to climb on his own, although he would have probably managed. Not in a gracious, delicate way, though.
“I can’t believe this is happening. I’m actually doing this,” he chuckled to himself as he sat between her talons and held on tight. She easily placed him on her wide, strong back, and he did his best to hold on to the sharp protruding scales of her spine.
As soon as she felt he was seated safely and comfortably, Astrid lifted off.
Suddenly, they were in the air, and his heart jumped into his throat. He swallowed heavily and tried to breathe normally. He thought he would be cold up here, but the heat radiating from the dragon’s scales was keeping him more than warm. Soon, he would be sweating. He had had no idea a dragon’s body was so hot all the time. It told of the fire simmering deep inside her chest. If she wanted, Astrid could burn down half of London in a single breath.
The whole experience was unbelievable! James knew his sister, Delyse, had ridden both Eric and Viggo, but he had never dreamed he would ever get a taste of this magic.
Astrid didn’t swirl around or try to play tricks on him. She simply glided through the air and let him have his fill of the wind around them. She laughed internally when he felt him let go of her scales and raise his arms above his head. He screamed like a kid on a roller-coaster, then lost his balance a bit and settled down before anything tragic happened. Then, she did small laps in the sky, getting lost in the freedom of flying for the first time in days. She loved the feel of his strong thighs squeezing her sides. She could hear his heart beating faster than normal, and she could only imagine the look on his handsome face.
Flying had always felt natural to Astrid. She liked her two legs, her beautiful face, and being human, but there was something exhilarating about shifting into her dragon form, into a beast that was so tall and strong that it could demolish a building if it so desired. Her ability to breathe fire was also incredible, although she hadn’t had a real chance to use it in ages. When she felt like it, she released a long, sizzling flame of dragon fire into the sky, but she always made sure to be somewhere in the mountains, away from people. There was no point in scaring them, or in reminding them how dangerous dragon-shifters really were.
James squeezed her sides when a gust of wind hit him harder than he had expected, and Astrid’s heart skipped a beat when she realized she could feel a hint of what was hiding underneath the fly of his pants. She scolded herself for thinking about that while she was supposed to focus on flying, but it was impossible to ignore, impossible to not think about the possibilities their night together could hold.
In all the far-off scenarios in which she had imagined herself truly falling for someone, that someone had never been a human. She had nothing against humans, but she had never thought such a man could be so attractive to her. As a woman, she looked for a strong, striking physique, but as a dragon girl, she was looking for a unique personality, a well-defined character, and just a dash of arrogance. Of course, her mate also had to be somewhere on her level of financial success, because she sure as hell wasn’t going to support him. James Harington seemed to tick all those conditions off her list.
Astrid realized she didn’t want this to end. She didn’t want to go back to her hotel room alone and leave for Norway in the morning without even trying to see if there could be something more between them. She wanted to know him better, make him hers, then never let go. At the back of her mind, there was this thought that her desires came with possible risks. The greatest of them? Well, having her heart broken by pure disappointment. She had only met him that day, and she was already building him a statue in her head. What if she realized, in a couple of hours, or a couple of days, that the image she had created wasn’t real?
A bit distressed now, Astrid circled back and landed in the same spot in the park. She touched the ground, and James slid off her carefully. Before he could close his eyes or turn his back, Astrid started shifting back into her human form, not bothering to wait or motion for him to give her some privacy. Slowly, her golden scales retreated into her skin, and her bones and muscles shrunk, revealing her tall, slender, feminine body, and the amazing curves she had hidden underneath her dress all day.
It was all happening before his eyes, and James didn’t have the inner strength to close them. He gulped, feeling himself grow harder by the second. He had seen many naked women in his life, but none of them had had such a perfect, flawless body. Astrid’s skin was white and smooth, her breasts were round and heavy, with dark, perky nipples, and her hips were firm. Not a trace of hair between her legs… She looked like an ancient goddess, made entirely out of ivory and gold. He wanted her so badly, that he truly believed he would die if he didn’t have her, if he didn’t get the chance to run his fingers though that blonde hair and squeeze those curves into his hands.
Panic rose in James’s chest when Astrid stepped closer to the heap of clothes on the frozen ground and picked up her dress.
CHAPTER THREE
Astrid could feel the breeze on her skin, but it didn’t do much to her. The dragon fire inside her kept her warm at all times. When her nipples puckered, it wasn’t because of the cold, but because she had let her eyes travel down James’s body and stop on his crotch. He was so hard that it was impossible not to notice. She smirked as her eyes slid back up to meet his. All the nervous blushing was gone. He was looking at her like a man who knew what he wanted. She wanted it, too.
Without saying a word, she put her dress on, still watching him as he watched her. She made sure to bend and stretch as she picked up her coat and threw it over her shoulders, fully covering up the tease of a treasure she’d just offered him. She slipped back into her high hells, and approached him like a big cat would approach its tasty, juicy prey.
“This has been,” he started saying, then paused. “There aren’t words.” He shook his head slowly.
She chuckled. “Better leave it at that and not struggle to choose your words too carefully. It never ends well.”
“Don’t tell that to Shakespeare,” he laughed.
She stepped even closer, entering his personal space, her breath tickling his lips when she spoke.
“All I want to say is that, at this point, I prefer action and feelings to words.”
“Action…”
“For instance,” she placed a hand on his cheek, “I don’t want to go back to my hotel tonight. What are you going to do about that?”
She was so close to him… James stopped fighting his desire and encircled her waist with both his arms, pulling her closer to him. Her incredible breasts smashed against his chest, and his heart started beating so wildly that he thought simply having Astrid pressed up against him provided more workout than a brisk jog in the park.
“Where would you like to go, instead?” he asked. He already knew her answer, but he wanted to be sure.
“To yours. If you’ll have me.”
The wide smile on his lips told Astrid he had been thinking of the same solution.
“Oh, I’ll have you alright.”
She laughed, and James thought he would never have enough of the cheerful sounds she made when she was happy and relaxed. Finally sure of himself and of how the night would unfold, he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss. He made it slow and deliberate, slipping his tongue inside her mouth only when she allowed him to. Astrid moaned and melted into his embrace, her whole body so soft and responsive that he was afraid he might lose control and climax on the spot. That would have been embarrassing…
The moment that thought entered his mind, James snapped his eyes open. Astrid still had her eyes closed, fully concentrated on their kiss, oblivious to his sudden distress.
“Oh God, who knows what this woman is used to,” he thought. “Shape-shifters probably last forever in bed…”
Astrid broke the kiss and looked
up at him. She cocked an eyebrow at the weird expression on his face.
“Is there something wrong?”
“N-no.” He let go of her waist and took out his phone. “I’ll call for a cab.”
***
His trousers were uncomfortable, but it was the sweetest kind of torture. James hadn’t felt like this since college, when he’d convinced himself he was in love with the girl who lived two doors down in his sophomore dorm building. He had soon found out what he felt for her wasn’t love. His feelings were just as strong now, and he wondered whether it would be real this time, with Astrid… His body said “yes”, but could he trust his body when he was in such a crazy state of horniness?
He should have been embarrassed, maybe, but all he felt was excitement as he imagined her hands replacing the tight fabric of his pants, releasing his painfully hard cock. He shifted in his seat, which drew Astrid’s attention. He gave her a reassuring smile, and she placed a hand on his thigh. He was on fire. His apartment building had never seemed so far.
The second they got out of the car, they rushed to the elevator, then down the hall to his apartment. They both tried to keep their composure as best as they could. But when the heavy oak door closed behind them, Astrid was all over James, her sharp nails digging into the flesh of his neck while she devoured his lips. When they broke the kiss, he managed to mumble:
“Would you… would you like some wine?”
He didn’t know why he had said that. All he wanted was to throw her over his shoulder and take her to his bedroom. No matter how desperate he was, he still remained a gentleman.
“Wine later,” she breathed against him.
“Agreed.”
Their hands were everywhere, all over each other, as James guided her through his living room and the hall that led to his bedroom. Astrid was already pulling at his sport coat. He gave her a hand, and the garment fell to the floor, by the bed. Her coat ended up on top of it. Silently, except for the moans and heavy breaths, he peeled off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. He paused to take a turn at her own dress, pulling at the zipper and fumbling until he managed to draw it down the perfect curve of her back. Astrid shimmied free of the soft, silver fabric and let it drop, stepping over it and pressing her full breasts, still covered in black lace, against his muscled chest.
Her hands were in his hair, tugging and scratching, giving him a taste of her wild side.
James groaned in slight pain, but he wasn’t about to stop her. He enjoyed every second of it. She was intoxicating. She tasted like mint, and her long blonde hair smelled like strawberries. She was fresh and energetic like an early summer day, her skin was constantly hot, as if ready to burn him if he lingered too long on one spot, and her whole body was incredibly tight and strong. He already knew this woman would be able to ride him all night. He only hoped he could handle her.
His hands moved to the clasp of her bra, which he undid with a skilled flick of his fingers. She looked amazing in her black lingerie, but he needed and wanted much more. He immediately cupped her breasts, and his cock twitched when she moaned into his mouth. Her nipples were swelling and hardening under his touch, urging him to replace his hands with his lips.
Astrid arched into him, her hands coming down to relieve him of his pants and underwear. She rolled them down his legs as best as she could, as his tongue swirled around a nipple. She was so wet that she couldn’t hold back anymore. She needed him inside her. Her hands gripped his cock. She ran her fingers up and down the length, and weighed his manhood in her palms, smiling appreciatively at the conclusion that, yes, this man was not going to disappoint her. It might have been superficial of her, but Astrid preferred her men well-endowed. What they could do with their big cocks was also important, but if they weren’t very skilled, then she still had a chance to salvage the situation by taking control. To be willing to take control, however, she needed a good incentive: the sensation of being stuffed full by a massive shaft that could handle the fire burning within her.
James bucked his hips into her touch and moaned loudly around the nipple in his mouth.
“Oh, good,” she thought, “he’s vocal.” To Astrid, there was nothing sexier than a man who wasn’t afraid to moan, grunt, and even scream in pleasure. “I believe he deserves a prize.”
“I want to taste you,” she whispered into his ear, and smiled when she felt him shiver in anticipation.
Astrid pushed him away from her breasts, then turned them around so his knees hit the edge of the bed.
“Lie down,” she ordered him.
Sure, she could have knelt and taken his cock into her mouth, but she had never been comfortable in that position. A dragon girl kneeling in front of a man? Not in a million years! Not even for James. At least, not yet.
He obeyed and lay on the sheets, all the while not taking his eyes off her gorgeous body. Her nipples were harder and darker now, thanks to his ministrations. He wanted to taste her, too. He was dying to do it. But he also knew she was in control for now, and he needed to be a good boy and do as she said.
Astrid got rid of her panties and climbed between his legs. She took a long moment to stroke his erection and admire it thoroughly.
“Like what you see?” he asked in a low, husky voice.
“Oh, you have no idea…”
With that, she leaned in and took him between her lips, the head first, licking the translucent beads of pre-cum, then half of it, giving her jaw time to adjust to his girth. She used her left hand for support, while her right hand was wrapped around the base of his cock for better control. Slowly, her mouth slid down his shaft.
James’s breath hitched when he felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. It was amazing! Not many women he had slept with had had the ability to deepthroat so easily. He couldn’t blame them, though. He really was quite big. Her lips were now resting against the base as she sucked slowly, her throat making delicious swallowing motions.
“Astrid,” he whispered, although he had no idea what he was going to say to her. That she was incredible? That she knew what she was doing? That it was so hard for him not to come that very second?
At the sound of his voice, Astrid looked up. She loved the look on his face. His blue eyes were wide, and a drip of sweat was making its way down his temple. He was probably doing his best to hold it together. She smiled around his cock, hummed, then squeezed the base with her fingers while she proceeded to suck him fast and loudly. She knew her strong grip would prevent him from climaxing. He was only a human, after all. Shape-shifters could go all night, and they were ready for a second round almost instantly, but human males didn’t quite work the same. She didn’t want for this to end so soon, and as much as she wanted to taste his seed, she needed it more inside her pussy, not down her throat.
“Oh God!” he almost screamed.
The pleasure was unbearable. He felt like he was about to burst any second, but Astrid had made sure he couldn’t. This was the first time a woman was using this technique on him, and it felt amazing. Eventually, he relaxed on the bed and closed his eyes to better enjoy every sensation. His hands gripped the sheets for dear life. He was entirely at her mercy, and the way she sucked, squeezed, and licked told him she was perfectly aware of it.
Astrid played with his long, thick cock until she decided she had had enough. She didn’t know how much time had passed. Ten minutes, maybe? She was dripping, and her pussy walls were clenching and unclenching painfully now. She enjoyed giving him a good, thorough blowjob, but her own body had needs, too, and she couldn’t ignore them anymore. She let his cock slip out of her mouth, then stroked it slowly for another minute, giving James time to regain some control over his urge to climax.
She climbed on top of him and straddled his hips. Just as she was about to lower herself on his shaft, his hands went to her thighs, and he pulled her up his body. Realizing what he wanted to do, she smiled and let him guide her.
“My turn,” he said.
With her he
lp, he positioned her hips over his face. His hands were on her luscious ass while his eyes were fixed on the prize before him. She was keeping still now, letting him enjoy the view, and he appreciated her patience given how wet and turned on she was. He closed his eyes and licked the glistening folds, moaning at the rich taste of her arousal. He needed more, so much more.
Astrid sighed when his tongue dipped inside her pussy. The slow, deliberate motions he made helped her open up to him even more. Then, the tip of his tongue traveled up her slit and found her clit, and she lost it. She moaned and involuntarily pressed her pussy down on his face, angling her hips in such a way that his tongue stroked the delicious spot on the upper left side of her swollen nub. She was so close that she could already see stars exploding behind her eyelids.
“Right there,” she whispered. “Mmmm… don’t stop.”
And James didn’t stop. On the contrary, he gripped her ass tighter while he made quick, swirling motions around her clit. Her thighs were starting to squeeze his face, and he knew it was just a matter of seconds…
When she came, Astrid grabbed his head with both hands and pulled at his hair. Her scream filled the entire apartment. If James’s neighbors could hear her, she didn’t care. She rode her orgasm slowly, patiently, trying to make it last more by imagining she could spread that energy which had just exploded between her legs up into her body. It worked every time, and before she knew it, she had a second orgasm, smaller and quicker. It was a good thing James wasn’t tired yet, because she needed his tongue against her clit, licking and circling, just a while longer.
He waited for her to come down from her height when she was fully satisfied. He didn’t mind, he could stay like that for hours. Right now, he couldn’t think of a better place to be than between her legs. When she moved, her arms and legs trembling a bit, he helped her by gently placing her on her side, then rolling her so she would face him as he settled between her thighs. His cock was resting on her folds now, and he used his hand to draw it up and down, teasing her clit and her entrance with the engorged head.
