by Vanessa Cox
Her poor nipple stood wet, erect and fully sensitive to the cool night air. It was such a contrast to his hot mouth that the cold air almost felt like light kisses on her nipple. A shiver danced down Celia’s neck all the way down to her feet.
Feeling her tremble beneath him, he lifted his head and a rumbling purr sounded from his throat as he nudged her breast. “I need more of you, Celia, and I will take it from you, but I want to hear you say that you want it,” he growled harshly.
Celia could barely match his gaze, her eyelids were heavy and her body felt like it was on fire. She breathed heavily, almost panting, while he looked up at her hungrily.
His grip on her tightened, almost to the point of being painful. “Tell me you want me. Tell me that you want me inside you,” he growled. Without breaking eye contact, he extended his tongue out to her nipple and flicked at it cruelly.
While panting for breath, all she could do was nod her head lazily and hope that he would end the torture he was doing to her body.
His warm mouth covered her nipple completely and sucked hard. With her breast still in his mouth, he rumbled, “Say it.”
“Yes!” she moaned.
That’s all he wanted. He released her wrists that he had locked in his grip and began to trail down her body, laying hot licks and gentle bites down her stomach and ripping the rest of her robe off. It felt like he was leaving little droplets of hot wax on her stomach with ever bite. She could feel the wetness between her legs begin to spill onto her thighs. She clamped them shut as he moved further down her body.
“I’ve released your arms so that I can kiss you where I need to, Celia, but I’ll restrain you if you don’t do as I want,” the dragon said with a low voice, loaded with promise. Celia froze for a moment, allowing his words to sink while he continued to kiss towards the center of her legs.
Through his licks and bites he murmured, “Open your legs.”
Celia let out a restrained cry. “Please, I…don’t feel comfortable…”
“Open your legs,” he ordered.
She closed her eyes tight and a breath shook unsteadily while she slowly eased her legs open. He fell perfectly in between her quivering thighs and nestled his head right above her aching sex.
His rough tongue began to lick the juice that spilled out of her and onto her thighs. Celia threw her head back and whimpered. With his long, coarse tongue, it felt like an animal was between her legs as he licked and cleaned her wetness off of her. It didn’t feel like a man.
His tongue began to travel closer to her center, closer to the source of her wetness and Celia unknowingly began to move her pussy closer to his mouth. Her body was begging for his tongue and she wasn’t even aware of it.
As his tongue grazed the crease of her thigh, her whole body tensed. It tensed from both fear and anticipation. He purred as he got closer and closer to her pussy.
Celia stilled her body as she felt his fingers open her heavy folds. Her cheeks burned with shame as her sex laid completely exposed to him. Whatever happened between them while he was in dragon form seemed completely different from now. She now knew what he intended to do to her and she was embarrassed beyond words. No one ever spoke of this to her when they explained coupling to her.
Tears were threatening to surface as she whimpered, “Please…please don’t...I-“
He didn’t listen.
Celia threw her head back in unexplained ecstasy as she felt his tongue slide through her aching folds and glide over the little pearl that was usually hidden under its hood. His tongue gently lapped at it while he repositioned his fingers to open her lips wider. Searing, almost painful shots of tingling pleasure radiated through her entire body.
Needing to hold on to something, Celia grasped a neighboring branch and held on tight. His tongue began to travel the entire length of her slit, as if he was hungry to explore and consume everything that he could. Once he found her tight hole, he dipped his tongue into her and adventured inside, hoping to drink more from her.
She gasped in shock as she felt him slide into her. Her pussy walls happily clamped down on him, milking his tongue for a seed that it would never be able to give. Feeling her tightness around his tongue, he moaned into her center, which felt like it vibrated into her very being.
He was killing her. That’s what he’s doing. He was going to kill her with his tongue and she would have been perfectly happy with that. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his upper body while he face was buried deep in her pussy.
The dragon slowly slipped his tongue out of her channel as her walls tightened around him, as if trying to make him stay. He lifted his head from her sex, his lips wet with her juice. “You’re so tight,” he purred. “I tried to stretch you as much as I could last night, but I’m not sure if it was enough.”
Celia lazily shook her head, not caring or understanding a word he was saying. It felt as if she was drunk.
His glowing eyes danced with amusement before he lowered his head once more and covered her clit entirely with his mouth. Celia arched her back and cried out in pleasure. Her stomach tightened and she squeezed her knees up in shock.
His tongue lapped and swirled around her bundle of nerves while his mouth gently sucked on her pussy. Celia grasped onto his shoulder, holding his head in place while also trying to push him away, the electric shocks were becoming too intense.
He held fast and kept his mouth latched onto her while her body writhed in pleasure. The dragon then slowly eased a thick finger into her quivering channel and her walls eagerly latched on. He began to move it in and out of her while his tongue circled around her swollen clit.
The tingling pressure in her core suddenly became too much to bear. Her walls clamped down and squeezed his finger tight while an explosion of pleasure coursed through her entire body. Wave after wave of electricity shot through her core. He quickly lowered his mouth to greet the flowing juice that began to spill out of her and lick it up hungrily.
Several minutes passed and the final twinges of her release danced through her as she slowly caught her breath. Celia glanced down between her legs and she saw the dragon looking up at her with an intensity that caught her breath.
He lifted his head and crawled his way up her body. Celia blinked as he pushed her back onto her back. His large muscular frame hovered over her again, his hard chest pressed against her breasts. It felt surprisingly safe and all she wanted to do was wrap her arms around his back and bring him closer to her body.
Once he positioned himself between her legs, she could feel his large cock brushing against her wet center. Her heart started to beat just a little bit faster. What was happening? What was he doing?
“I need to be inside you now. You’ll need to relax or else I’ll hurt you, but I’ll try to be careful,” he said through clenched teeth, trying hard to control himself and not push into her all at once.
Celia panicked and tensed. “What? No…I’m a virgin…please…”
He growled lowly in response. “I know, you’ll need to relax. You’re very tight.” He slowly guided his cock along her wet slit, struggling to find her entryway.
Celia held on tight to his shoulders as she braced for what was about to come next. She felt a warm, meaty thickness press against her opening and she tensed up causing it to slide off its mark.
He growled in frustration.
Celia whimpered quietly.
He grabbed his large member and pressed it firmly against her and found her opening. He gently pushed and her lips spread wide as he pressed into her opening.
Celia cried out in pain. It felt like he was splitting her in two. She closed her eyes tightly trying to ignore the pain.
He slowly edged deeper into her so that the crown of his cock was finally in her. She dug her nails deep into his shoulders and her body tensed. This was nothing like the night before. Only the tip of his cock was in her and she felt completely stuffed, he couldn’t possibly plan to put more of him inside her, she thought desperate
ly. The utter feeling of fullness took her breath away.
“Too big…” she whimpered as she attempted to catch her breath.
He paused for a moment, allowing her body to adjust to his size and then proceeded to push further into her. She began to pant, trying to catch her breath while he filled her tight channel.
He clenched his jaw tightly and growled into her neck. “So tight,” he groaned. He slowly started pull back. She exhaled deeply, feeling like she could breathe again. He then abruptly pushed back into her, but this time just a little bit further.
Celia cried out in surprise.
He continued to do this, sliding in and out of her until her snug channel started to readily accept each slow thrust. The pain was still there, but the pain was tinged with pleasure. And the feeling of fullness was becoming delicious.
He continued thrust into her until he finally hit her invisible barrier. She didn’t realize he hit it, but he knew. He slowly eased out of her and raised his face and forced her to look into his glowing eyes.
With heavy eyelids, she gazed up at his beautifully glowing orbs and instantly felt a wave of warmth spread through her body. Her entire body relaxed and an overwhelming feeling of pleasure and security coursed through her.
While she stared into his golden eyes and without breaking eye contact, the dragon quickly thrust into her tightness and broke through her barrier. He plunged deeply into her until he was buried to the hilt.
Celia cried out in pain and almost broke eye contact, but he forced her to look up at him as he slowly thrust the entire length of his cock into her body. While looking into her eyes, he drove in and out of her, touching her in places that no man ever could.
While she looked into his eyes, Celia saw a flurry of images. She saw endless nights of pleasure with him burying himself inside of her. She saw her crying out his name thousands of times over while he worshipped her body. She saw all that so vividly, and yet it all felt like a hazy dream…
And just like that, the pain quickly became a foggy memory and disappeared and was replaced with the sweet pressure of his cock filling her core. Celia threw her head back in pleasure, breaking eye contact, while his pace began to quicken. And just as quickly her visions became a distant forgotten dream.
Satisfied that she only felt pleasure and not pain, he lowered his face into her neck and licked droplets of sweat from her skin. Being inside of her wasn’t enough, he wanted to taste every part of her.
As his pace quickened, Celia found herself lifting her hips and meeting him with every thrust. She found herself welcoming his cock and opening herself to take in more of him. With every thrust her walls tightened around him, quivering and squeezing, milking him hungrily. In silent response, he pressed harder and faster into her, almost manically trying to consume her.
Her channel began to contract around him as his thrusts became harder and faster. Her sex latched onto him, begging his cock for his release, while her body was close to its own. She could hear his breathing become labored as his thrusts became more frenzied.
Celia felt the familiar waves of electricity permeate from her core. The familiar tingling pressure began to build in her belly until it was too much for her to take. A wave of explosive euphoria crashed through her and coursed through her entire body as the dragon continued to thrust into her contracting channel.
Her wetness spilled onto his cock and her walls clenched and spasmed around him. It was all he needed to be sent over the edge. With one final thrust, his cock pulsed and gushed a fiery hot jet of cum, filling her deep with his seed.
He let out a primal growl that shook her very being all the way to her bones. Most living creatures would have been terrified, but Celia wasn’t scared. She actually wanted more.
They both panted for breath while lying in each other’s arms. Tharos remained inside her while they lied there quietly, not saying a word. With her arms still around him, Celia closed her eyes and let the lingering tremors course through her body
After several minutes, Tharos abruptly pulled out of her and stood up. Surprisingly, his sudden absence from her body made her feel…empty. She lazily propped herself on her elbows as she watched him pick up her robe.
“Here, we need to get back to camp,” he said quietly. She looked up at him in confusion, but could only nod her head, feeling too drained to argue.
She slowly lifted herself from the ground and reached for the robe, but was almost thrown off balance when he quickly swept her into his arms instead.
“What are you –“
“Shhh…you’re tired. Rest your head and I’ll carry you back,” he commanded softly.
Suddenly feeling extremely tired, she found that she didn’t have the energy to argue. She was only able to mumble, “Fine, but don’t think…I’m going to forget…” And then all she saw was darkness.
***
Loud birds chirping and the smell of cooked meat forced Celia to open her eyes and greet the cold morning air. She squinted hesitantly and saw a blurry figure moving around hurriedly, collecting items from camp and packing them up.
Fighting the urge to close her eyes and roll over, Celia unsteadily lifted herself onto her elbows. She suddenly became aware of the blanket snuggly wrapped around her. She lifted the blanket and found that she was wearing a cloak and a shirt that was three sizes too big for her, rather than her thin robes.
Images of the night before suddenly came rushing back to her and her cheeks burned fire red. Her eyes darted over to the man who was absently packing up his saddlebags and fury, embarrassment, anger and a strange tightness in her stomach bombarded her all at once.
“YOU!”
Tharos jumped with a start and looked over at her lying on the ground.
“Oh, good morning,” he said with a friendly smile and then continued packing up the horse. Before she had a chance to say anything more, he continued, “If you want something to eat, there’s hot food sitting by the fire, otherwise we should get going soon.”
Celia stared blankly at him. How could he be so nonchalant? After what he did to her last night? After what they did? And…he was a dragon, she screamed silently to herself.
She found herself to be at a complete loss for words though. She didn’t know what to say.
Celia wanted to yell and scream and throw big rocks at him, but she was also more than a little confused. Thoughts of last night brought a heat to her body that quickly squelched her ability to scream at him. Flashes of his hard body on top of hers kept surfacing to the point of distraction.
While retrieving one of his bags, he caught her eye and for just a moment she saw something flash in his eyes. What was it? Regret? Heat? Desire? Celia was too embarrassed and shocked to ask. Instead, she decided to quietly shovel down as much food as she could into her mouth in complete silence.
Once Tharos was finished packing up camp and Celia was finished eating, they were on their way, without a word or so much as a struggle from Celia. She was too deep in her thoughts to say anything.
Several hours of riding in stifling silence had passed before Celia found she couldn’t take it anymore. With his strong arms wrapped closely around her waist and with their bodies pressed close, Celia twisted in the saddle to face her captor.
“What was last night? What was all that? Who are you? And where are we going? For real? Who do you think you are? Are you some kidnapping thief that enjoys stealing women? And you’re a dragon? That’s impossible –“
The corner of his lips turned up into a lazy smile and she felt his body instantly relax, as if some invisible armor instantly melted away. She had no idea that he was tense during the whole ride until that moment.
“Yes.”
Celia halted her barrage of questions when he uttered his one worded answer. She paused and then asked, “Yes, what? Yes, you’re a kidnapping thief?”
“Yes, I am of the draconian people. No, I am not a kidnapping thief. Not really at least, although I suppose you might see it as such. Most of
the women do in the beginning.”
She was slow to respond, she wanted to absorb the words that he was saying fully. “’Most of the women do’? So you do this often?” she asked slowly.
Tharos threw his head back and barked with laughter. His arms tightened around her waist and she was startled by the flutters in her stomach that it caused.
“By gods no! I wouldn’t be able to take it. No, I haven’t done this before, but many before me have. We all must to this within my clan if we hope to have offspring.”
The word ‘offspring’ forced her brain to pause for a moment and alarms went off.
“Offspring? What offspring? What does that have to do with the women of my town? And what about the terrifying ‘sacrifice’ that we are forced to do every year? Explain!” she demanded. And with that she turned around and faced forward again, mostly because she didn’t think she could stand being so close to his lips and not think about what they did to her last night.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m waiting.”
There was silence for a moment and Celia thought that he actually wasn’t going to answer any of her questions, but she heard a light chuckle at the nape of her neck. “Well, since you demanded so nicely,” he purred lowly into her ear. She replied with righteous silence, but a shiver tingled down her back.
“I’m not exactly sure where to begin to be honest. From what I understand, we never needed to have this conversation with the women until they actually arrived to Grondwyr. The story is less jarring and they transition much better, but…you’ve forced us to do things a little differently.”
Celia snapped her head back around again. “Me? You’re putting this on me because I tried to escape my crazy kidnapper who…took liberties with me in the middle of a dark forest when he was a dragon?” she accused.
Tharos raised his hand in acknowledgement of her words. “I’m not blaming you at all in this, but because you ran away you triggered something inside that…” He abruptly stopped and took a breath and then continued, “Let me start from the beginning and then maybe you’ll understand?”
