by Dara Tulen
Dragon's Fire
By Dara Tulen
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Chapter One
Hunting always made me horny... and a little hungry. Tonight, I was going to take care of the former first. The hot, if a little outdoorsy-rough, park ranger had been staring at me from the moment I'd arrived in the little Denver suburb. Well, everyone had stared at first, but most of those had been looks of shock and disapproval. Ranger Alex Titan, however, hadn't disapproved of my appearance at all. I understood the others' reactions and didn't let them bother me. I'd been dealing with people's judgments for as long as I can remember. Besides, I couldn't really blame them. Here in this small town, I did stand out.
At just under five and a half feet tall and only nineteen years-old, I've never been what anyone expected. The moment I'd stepped off of the plane, I'd known which people had seen my picture before and which ones hadn't. The second I saw Alex's dark eyes widen when he looked at me, the admiration in them clear, I know he'd be the one I'd hook up with when this was all done.
Now, as Alex and I stumbled through his cabin door, I knew I'd made the right choice. He was just the right combination of aggression and submission. His calloused hands skimmed over my bare arms as we kissed, his tongue hot and wet as it thrust into my mouth. I moaned my appreciation as I yanked his shirt open, scattering buttons across the hardwood floor. When Alex made a sound of protest, I nipped at his bottom lip and started to work on his belt buckle.
Alex grabbed the hem of my tight black t-shirt and took a step back as he yanked it over my head. I grinned as Alex's eyes widened at the sight of my black lace bra and the small Star of David tattooed on the top of one creamy breast. If he thought that tattoo was worth staring at, he was going to have fun tonight. My entire body hummed in anticipation.
“I have six,” I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. “Tattoos, that is.” I let the undergarment fall to the ground as I ran a fingertip over my breast, caressing the tattoo before moving down to my nipple. A shiver went through me as the pale rose-colored flesh wrinkled and hardened under my fingers. “That's one.”
I turned and pulled my waist-length braid of hair over my shoulder so he could clearly see my back. I was proud of my artwork. “There's two and three.” A pair of angel wings had been intricately etched on my skin. They rippled as I moved, giving the illusion that they had indeed sprouted from my shoulder-blades. They were joined by a Celtic cross at the base of my spine. It was expected for people like me to have religious symbols on their person. Mom had been raised Irish Catholic – hence my first name, Siobhan – and Dad was of Jewish-German descent – the last name Faust. And, by the way, the name's pronounced Shuh-VAHN.
I turned back around and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my favorite jeans. “Ready to see number four?”
I dropped the pants and shimmied out of my black lace panties. As I straightened, I caught a glimpse of the raw hunger in Alex's eyes and my stomach clenched. I ran my fingers over the words inked into my flesh. They started at the dip in my hips just to the side of the thin red curls that covered my pussy and circled up over the top of my ass to end on the opposite hip.
“What do they say?” Alex's voice was rough.
“It doesn't matter,” I wasn't interested in speaking or translating the Latin I'd worn for the past four years. “Don't you want to see numbers five and six?”
Alex nodded.
“Then kneel,” I knew that my light blue-gray eyes were nearly glowing with desire.
The young man immediately dropped to his knees, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
“Good boy,” I took two steps forward and put my hands on Alex's head. I dug my fingers into his thick golden curls and tipped his head up to look at me. “Let's see if you can find those other two tats.” Before he could respond, I shoved his face against my pussy.
Alex's hands grasped my hips as he began to work his tongue between my folds.
“Yess...” I hissed as Alex's tongue danced around and over my clit. “Right there.” I shuddered as the pressure inside me built.
He sucked the little bundle of nerves into his mouth and I cried out, an orgasm crashing into me. Even as my pussy was still throbbing, I yanked his hair, pulling him away from me. He gasped, his chin glistening, his eyes nearly black.
“Lay down,” I ordered. I needed more.
Alex removed his shirt as he stretched out on the floor.
“Make me cum again,” I straddled Alex's head and lowered my dripping cunt onto his face. I leaned forward, palms flat on the floor as I ground my pussy against his questing tongue. “Fuck,” I panted as Alex began to kiss my cunt as he'd kissed my mouth just minutes before. His tongue darted in and out of my pussy, circled my entrance and lapped up the sweet nectar that ran from my core. He knew what he was doing.
I could feel it coming, the release my body had been craving. Every nerve was stretched, and my muscles began to shake. “Come on, almost there.” I straightened, riding Alex's face as he tongue-fucked me into an explosion of ecstasy that made me keen. I was still shaking when I rolled off of the ranger. The sound of him panting for air filling the small cabin. My own heart was racing as little aftershocks ran through me. I propped herself up on my elbows so I could see Alex. “That is one talented mouth you have.”
“Thank you,” Alex grinned.
“Why don't you get those pants off and show me what else you have to offer,” I cupped my breasts, rolling the tips of my nipples between my fingers and thumbs.
Alex immediately scrambled out of his pants, kicking them and his boxers to one side. He stayed on his knees as he faced me, making no attempt to cover himself. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of, I thought as I looked over the young man. He wasn't much taller than I was, maybe five foot ten, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Like me, he had the muscles of someone whose job demanded he be physically fit. A line of fine golden curls, a shade darker than the ones on his head, ran from his belly button down to the base of a fine, thick cock. It jutted out, swollen to at least seven inches and big enough around to make my pussy throb.
“So,” I cocked an eyebrow. “Did you find the other tattoos?” The look of pure bewilderment on Alex's face made me chuckle. Slowly, I spread my legs, exposing my wet and glistening pussy. Alex's eyes were drawn where I wanted them, and they immediately widened when he saw the matching symbols on the insides of both thighs.
“I saved a tattoo artist last summer,” I ran my index finger along my slit.
“And you let him tattoo you there,” Alex's gaze darted to my face and then back down to my hand.
“I fucked him first,” I shivered as my finger dipped between my folds and lightly touched my sensitive clit. I needed something inside me – now. I rolled over and grabbed my pants. I rummaged for a moment in my left-hand pocket and then pulled out a small green packet. “Suit up,” I said as I tossed it to Alex.
“Wow, you really are prepared for anything.” Alex tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom onto his cock. “Bedroom?”
I shook my head as I pushed myself up on all fours, my ass facing Alex. “Just get over here and fuck me already.”
“Not going to say no to that,” Alex muttered as he crossed the short distance between us. He put a hand on my hip
and gripped himself with the other.
I could feel his hesitation and let my impatience leak into my voice. “Come on, Alex, fuck me. I want you to pound into me, hard and fast. Make me cum again.”
“You're insatiable,” Alex positioned himself at my entrance.
“You have no idea,” I wigged my ass. “Get that thick cock inside me -” The last word turned into a satisfied groan as Alex sank into me with one sure stroke. “So good.”
“Shit,” Alex's voice shook.
“Don't you dare cum,” I ordered, my own voice strained. “Not until I get another one.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Pull my hair.”
“What?”
I spoke through gritted teeth. “Wrap my braid around your hand.” I reached a hand beneath me and began pinching my nipples, turning the pale pink to red as little jolts of painful pleasure danced through my cells.
Alex did as he'd been told and wrapped the heavy braid around his hand.
“Now, fuck me,” I pushed back even though Alex was fully sheathed inside me. “Hard.”
Alex withdrew until just the tip of his dick was still inside, then snapped his hips forward. I sucked in a shuddering breath. He paused, waiting for my reaction as my body hurried to adapt to the sudden intrusion.
“Harder. Faster.” I tugged on my nipple until the tip stood up, long and swollen. “Pull my hair.”
Either Alex finally realized that I meant it or his own body's needs had become too much, because he yanked back on my hair and began to pound into me, each thrust forceful enough to expel the air from my lungs. The slap of flesh on flesh filled the cabin, punctuated by our heavy breathing.
Every thought fled from my mind, and that was another reason I liked to fuck after a hunt. It allowed me to clear my mind of whatever shit I'd accumulated during the course of the investigation. When I had a cock stretching me, rubbing against my pussy walls, pinpricks of pain in my scalp and nipples intensifying every touch and stroke, it was hard to remember the bad stuff.
Suddenly, there was a crack followed by a sting and then, an instant later, heat bloomed across one cheek. It took me a moment to realize that Alex had just slapped my ass. And if the new rush of juices and the flare of heat in my belly were any indication, I liked it.
“Again,” I could feel myself hovering on the brink of what promised to be an earth-shattering orgasm, the last of what I needed to burn off the adrenaline of the hunt. “Spank me again.”
The instant the jolt from his hand rocketed through me, I came, a strangled cry on my lips. My arms gave out and my elbows buckled, but I didn't fall to the floor. Rather, my head snapped up and the pain in my scalp intensified, triggering a wave of even stronger pleasure. Alex didn't stop, continuing to force his cock past my pussy's spasming walls, each stroke making the waves of ecstasy that washed over me grow until they threatened to pull me under.
Then, I felt Alex's hips jerk, his body stiffen. Even as he emptied himself into the condom, he curled himself over my body so that his mouth was pressed against my ear.
“Once more,” he kept thrusting into me even as his cock pulsed inside my pussy. He snaked a hand beneath them and furiously rubbed my clit until I was screaming and writhing beneath him, my entire existence transforming into a quivering mass of flesh.
I could feel my brain turning off, overloaded by the sensations. As the darkness claimed me, I was aware that Alex was lowering us to the floor before collapsing next to me. The last thing I knew before the black took me was the feeling of Alex tracing my wings with his fingertips.
I knew that not much time had passed when I came to with Alex still entranced with my tattoo. I rolled onto my back, my limbs feeling not unlike jello. Alex was propped up on one elbow, looking down at me with something serious in his eyes. The hand that had been on my back moved to trace patterns across my breasts and I felt desire stir inside me again.
“Can I ask you something?”
I nodded as I ran my hands over his chest, exploring the hard planes. Alex made a small noise when my blunt nails scraped over his nickel-sized nipples and my stomach clenched. I lowered my head and licked the dark, wrinkled flesh.
“Do you always fuck after a hunt?”
The two questions all of my partners wanted to know. Were they special or was it just in the heat of the moment? And what was it about the hunt that made me so hot and bothered?
Brutal honesty was either one of my best or worst qualities, depending on who was being asked. “If I find someone I think is attractive, pretty much, yeah. Sometimes I have to take care of it myself.” I watched my meaning sink in. “It's the adrenaline. The less of an outlet I have during the hunt, the more steam I need to let off.”
“So if there's a fight and kill...”
“I only need to cum once.” My hand ventured lower.
Alex's eyelids fluttered as my fingers closed around his flaccid cock. I began to stroke him, slowly but firmly, feeling him swell under my ministrations.
“But on a night like tonight, with no fight and no kill, just a surrender and an arrest,” I pushed Alex onto his back as I used my free hand to reach for my pants again. “I'm starving.”
“Are you sure you don't want to go to the bedroom?” Alex's head thumped against the floor. He didn't sound like someone who really wanted to move.
I didn't bother to answer as I ripped open a wrapper with my teeth. I needed to get off again and get going. A few hours of sleep before heading out would be nice. I wasn't sure yet where I was going, but I knew I wouldn't be sticking around here for long.
My knees were going to regret this later, but the easiest way to make sure I got what I wanted was to take control of the situation. I placed the condom on the tip of his cock and, leaning down, used my mouth to roll it down over his stiff member.
“Fuck.”
I chuckled when I heard Alex swear and the vibration made him let out a string of expletives as I used my hand to take the last little bit that I hadn't been able to fit into my mouth. I had to work up to taking anything over four inches. When I raised my head, Alex was staring at me.
“The tattoo artist taught you that?” His voice was hoarse.
I winked as I threw a leg over his waist and took him in hand. “Nope. Lifeguard at Virginia Beach when I was seventeen.” I made a sound of pure satisfaction as I lowered myself onto his cock.
Alex reached up to touch my breasts as I began to move, but I didn't want his hands. I wanted his mouth. Without losing my rhythm, I grabbed his wrists and leaned forward, pinning his hands over his head. “Suck on my tits.” I can get quite bossy during sex, but most guys didn't seem to mind.
Like the good boy he was, Alex lifted his head and took one swollen nipple into his mouth. He sucked on the hard little nub as I shifted my rise and fall into a back and forth motion that rubbed my over-sensitized clit against his pelvic bone. I could feel my body heating up and I knew I was close. Every cell was still sensitive to each touch so Alex's lips and tongue against my breasts were twice as intense as normal. My stomach brushed against his and I felt the muscles jump under his skin. His hips were moving now, working with me as I rode.
“Use your teeth.” I knew what I needed for that last little bit to push me over the edge. The moment he scraped his teeth over my nipple, I came. My pussy squeezed Alex's cock when my muscles tensed and my breast fell from his mouth as he called out my name. He pulsed inside me as our bodies finished their dance. I slumped down on him, panting. Now I'd burned off all of that adrenaline and would be able to get to sleep tonight.
I rolled off of Alex and reached for my clothes. As I tugged my pants on, Alex spoke from where he was still lying on the floor.
“You're welcome to stay the night.”
How sweet. “Thanks, but I don't really do the whole cuddle and sleep thing.” I had a brief internal debate over the bra and then put it on. I may have had an athletic build, but I was a bit too, shall we say, buxom to go without a bra of some kind. At least, in public.
“Then can I get your number?”
I pulled my t-shirt over my head. “I'm not the kind to stick around, Alex. If I'm back in the area, I may look you up for another go around, but I'm not going to call and chat.” I turned as I said it. I didn't want to see the hurt on his face. It would just be embarrassing for us both. “I'll show myself out.”
Chapter Two
Alex was a nice guy, I mused as I walked out into the warm summer night. The ranger's cabin was at the base of the mountains, a short walk from the town and my hotel. On a beautiful August night like this, it was enjoyable. Or, at least it was enjoyable until I realized that something was following me. Repressing a weary sigh, I kept my pace even and stayed on the path that leads to the main road into town. My post-orgasmic haze had dissipated and I could feel the adrenaline flowing through me again, sharpening my senses. There went my chance at getting to sleep early. No matter what happened, I'd be keyed up for at least another couple hours. I remembered the trail from the times I'd walked it over the past week and knew that there was a spot where I could act.
