He pulled her up and kissed her deeply. He rolled her onto her back and as he continued to kiss her, she felt something new. He shifted his body and his cock slid between her thighs, the top of it rubbing against her soaking wet opening. She broke the kiss and let out a loud, open-mouthed moan. He was panting heavily against her skin. The look of desire in his eyes was more intense than ever and his breathing was different. She knew that whatever he’d felt when his cock rubbed against her had also made him feel something.
“Fuck,” he grunted, “Oh, Guinevere.”
He placed his hand on her cheek and kissed her deeply. It was passionate and a little harsh, like he was in a hurry of some kind. She responded and raised her hips, feeling his cock rub against her again. Once again, the kiss broke with loud moans. The room seemed to grow darker and her body was shaking. Whatever she was feeling was completely unknown and thrilling. She looked into his eyes and the question left her mouth.
“What is this?”
He looked deep into her eyes and she could tell he was having trouble coming up with an answer. Maybe he had not understood her question. The truth was, even Guinevere was not entirely sure what the question meant. She wanted to know what this connection was and what it meant. She also did not know if what they were doing had a name. But, at that moment, what she most wanted to know was why his cock sliding against her opening had made her feel insanely hot inside like fire was pumping through her veins. It had made her moisture increase as well and it felt like her center was pulsing.
“This? This is us sharing a connection,” he told her.
He was right. She kissed him. He kissed her back and they remained still for a long time, just enjoying the way their lips melded together. She shifted and raised one leg. When she felt his cock rub against her again at a slightly different angle, she moaned. That was the breaking point.
“It makes me feel,” she whined, “Different. Good.”
“Me too,” he told her.
“It makes me want more,” she admitted.
“More? Of what we’ve been doing or–”
“More like different. Like new. Like…”
“You want to feel me inside you?”
Guinevere nodded. That was it. That was what she wanted. She wanted to feel him deep inside her. That was what her body was begging for and why her heart was racing like never before. He kissed her lips, and then her cheek, and then her earlobe.
“Are you sure?” Guinevere nodded and he said, “It might hurt a little, at first. If you’ve never done this…”
“I’ve never,” she told him.
He pushed her legs open and positioned his body between them. He looked deep into her eyes and reached down to grab his cock. He rubbed the tip of it up and down her center, making her moan and writhe. He sat back for a second and she saw his cock glistening with her moisture. She gulped and then nodded. He moved back over her and pushed her hair off her face. He ran a finger down her cheek and looked deep into her eyes. He mouthed the word "ready" and she nodded. He kissed her and, at that exact moment, she felt his cock start to push into her opening. She moaned at first but the further in he went, the more she started to feel a little discomfort and then pain.
He moved very slowly. He stopped every so often to let her adjust. She gasped every time he moved in a little more until he was all the way inside her. He held his cock inside her for a couple minutes as they kissed and, soon enough, the pain was gone. There was not even discomfort; it just took some getting used to. Having his fingers inside her was nothing compared to having his cock inside her. He started to pull it out but not once did he break eye contact. When it was almost all the way out, he pushed it back in. He continued this for a couple minutes until Guinevere was finally ready. He moved painfully slow until she was moaning and asking for more. Now it was pure pleasure unlike any other. She had ever known pleasure like this.
He looked deep into her eyes, pressed his lips to hers, and then started to move a bit faster. He thrust in and out of her, kissing her from time to time, but always looking into her eyes. She felt more connected to him than ever. He continued to move back and forth until he was going faster and faster. The two of them moaned loudly and eventually she felt it happening again– that intense pleasure that made her whole body rigid. She shook all over and struggled to catch her breath. Doran kept thrusting, even a little faster than before.
When he suddenly pulled out of her, she asked him why. He responded simply with, “I’m going to finish.”
This time she knew it meant his cock would shoot out the same warm, white stuff as last time. He turned around and stroked his long, thick cock vigorously until he ejaculated. It made a mess on the floor but he breathed out heavily in relief when he was done. He turned to look at her and could see she was confused. Even though Guinevere knew it was risky to let him see how puzzled she was by all this, she was too exhausted to properly arrange her face. Luckily, there were many other emotions she was experiencing that also showed. He tucked his cock back in his pants and turned to pull her into his arms.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed feeling his warmth and strong arms wrapped around her. She knew dragons loved and lived together but she never understood any of it. For some reason, her belief was that it would never happen to her. In a sense, she was right; she did not love another dragon– she loved a human.
Chapter Thirteen
The sky was still dark and Doran still sleeping when Guinevere moved silently out of the cottage. This time it would be he would find himself alone come dawn. She never knew his reason for disappearing in the middle of the night but she could be certain it was completely unlike hers. As she walked around the outskirts of town thinking about the list of items still needed, she tried her best not to focus on the real reason behind her sneaking out. The sun began to rise and the sky slowly turned lighter just as she reached a field and orchard. Her eyes scanned the area and she knew most of the items still needed were in this place. She darted forward and quickly moved around, picking out everything she needed and stuffing it into a burlap sack.
Then she realized one of the items that should have been here was nowhere to be found. By this time the sun had lightened entirely and she knew Doran would be waking up soon if he had not already. She stood between two small trees and looked forward, in the general direction of his cottage. Would he look for her? The sound of a small animal scurrying around made her snap back into it. It did not matter what he would or would not do– she had to gather everything quickly and head back. Even if Althaeda did not want to raise alarm in her, Guinevere knew her Elder had very little time left without treatment.
“Market,” Guinevere said aloud, recalling one of the words she had committed to memory.
She sped off in the direction of the area where stands went up and specialties were sold, hoping with all her might she would find what she needed. She arrived at the square just as vendors were setting everything up and that was when she realized there was no way for her to pay for anything. In fact, she did not even know the name of the human's currency. She looked around and spotted exactly what she needed. A sick feeling came over her at the thought that some strange sort of exchange would keep her from retrieving this item. Asking Doran for help was not an option, especially not after she had left him the way she had. Guinevere could only hope he did not hold anything against her now.
“M-miss?”
Guinevere turned around abruptly to see a small, young man looking at her carefully. She could tell he was nervous about approaching her. Indeed, even now people only stared at her even though they’d undoubtedly seen her around town more than once. She looked at him, waiting for whatever he had to say.
“Do you need help?”
Guinevere studied him but a deep sadness filled her. That was the same way she had met Doran. He’d asked her for help and now she loved him. A small tear welled up in the corner of her eye and she quickly looked away. She shook her head and walked away, wanting to be alo
ne for at least a brief moment.
“Not now,” she said to herself.
She wiped away the tear and took a few deep breaths. She looked up at the sky, bright and clear now. Doran absolutely had to have woken up already and found she’d gone. Would he think she disappeared again, like last time? Guinevere knew it was for the best if he did think that. After all, it was not like she could have a future with him. She was a dragon that lived in the forest and had an Elder to care for. He was a human. There was simply no way around that, at least not for them to share a life.
“Not now,” she berated herself.
She stood up and strolled back toward the market, looking around carefully to make sure Doran was nowhere in sight. The small, young man who’d approached her earlier met her gaze and he quickly turned away with his face red. She felt sorry for making him feel bad but there was nothing she could do at this point. All that mattered now was figuring out a way to get what she needed from the vendor. Without any sort of clear plan, she walked straight up to the stand.
Behind it stood an older man with white hair and plenty of wrinkles on his face. Even though he appeared frail at first glance, it was clear he was actually quite strong. He gave her a kind, toothless grin and asked how her morning was going. She’d heard Doran start speaking to people in the same manner so she imitated him.
“Well, sir, and yours?”
The old man's smile grew and he replied, "Quite well. It's a lovely day out. I haven't been able to work my stand for some time now."
“Why not?”
“First, I was not well. Then when I got better, I had to travel two towns down to take care of some family business. After that, you see, I was quite tired.”
“I see,” Guinevere told him. Then she thought of something Doran would probably say and she said, “Sounds rough.”
“It was a bit rough but I made it through. I’m a tough, old bird.”
“Strong,” Guinevere told him in earnest.
“Thanks. Now, what can I do for you?”
“Oh…” Guinevere stared down at the basket that contained what she needed. It was a basket full of acorns and she only needed one. She reached out to point at it silently before quickly withdrawing her hand.
“You want acorns?”
“I need only one,” she muttered, eyes cast downward. She felt her cheeks blush. This was not a good plan.
“Just one, you say? Well, go on then, take it!”
“I can’t. I don’t have… any exchange.”
“Exchange? What’s that, you say? Oh, you don’t have money!” The old man laughed wholeheartedly before reaching out and grabbing an acorn. He extended it out to Guinevere and said, “Take it. It’s just one acorn!”
“Thank- thank you,” she stammered.
She quickly turned around and ran in the opposite direction. She tried to stay out of the main areas of town because that was more than likely where she might run into Doran. She ran the list through her mind one last time and remembered there was one last thing she needed to collect. Sage– the thing Doran had told her would be ready on his land in a few days. She knew there had to be some she could collect by now.
Guinevere could not bring herself to go over there right away. As much as she wanted to run over, collect the sage, and then run back to the forest, it was too hard. It was too nerve-wracking. There was also the factor of it paining her. She could not bear the thought of having to walk past the cottage where he’d allowed her to stay and where they’d shared their most intimate moments together. She sat down under the shade of a large tree and rested against its trunk, eyes closed. A gentle breeze made her long, light blonde locks move beautifully in a sweeping motion. She felt the small chill over her skin, which placated her heart a tiny bit. If only she could stay here with tranquility surrounding her until all problems simply ceased to exist.
But she knew that was impossible. Nobody was going to take care of the things she needed to get done. She stood up and turned to start walking in the direction of Doran's land. She was not sure where exactly on his land she could find the sage but she could not wait any longer. If she deliberated too much, the night would fall and that would only cause trouble for her. Guinevere took a deep breath and started running toward Doran's land, thinking she would search on the edges of it first. Luck was on her side when the first little shrub she found had exactly what she needed. She gathered it quickly and turned to run back to the forest but something inside her made her turn to look in the direction of his house.
She felt something tug at her heart as she felt it jump into her throat. She felt sick. Her heart beat faster and tears slid easily down her cheeks. She watched him sadly knowing there was no future for them together. He was sitting on the porch outside his house and even from this far she could tell he was unhappy. It hurt to know this was her last glimpse of the man she loved. “Goodbye,” she muttered before running off to the forest.
Chapter Fourteen
“It is fortunate you were able to return so quickly,” Althaeda told Guinevere, “Your Elder did not have much time left.”
“When will we know?”
“Know if the treatment worked?”
“Yes,” Guinevere said with a hint of desperation.
"By sundown, the answer will come. Now you must leave your Elder alone to have some rest. Let us go on a hunt together."
“Even you will not stay with my Elder?” Guinevere was concerned. This did not seem like a good idea. “What if something happens while we are away?”
"Then it was meant to come to pass. Guinevere, listen to me. Do not question what I say for I know what is best for healing."
“I apologize,” Guinevere said as they started to walk toward the area that was best suited for hunting.
It was difficult, however, to focus on catching food when all she could think about was her Elder. The last thing she wanted was to return to their den only to find the worst had happened while she was away. She sat and looked up at the sky, watching the sun set slowly. As soon as twilight hit, she ran to Althaeda and begged for them to return.
“Very well, we shall wait outside the den. But you must remain absolutely silent.”
“I will. I will,” promised Guinevere.
The two of them headed back and she sat with her eyes fixed on the entrance of the den. She was eager for Althaeda to say they could go inside to check on her Elder. All she wanted was to go in and find a strong, white dragon. She wanted the suffering to end.
“When will you know if it is time?”
“We will know when it is time, trust me.”
Guinevere remained silent. She had no idea why Althaeda was so certain but she did not dare question her again, at least not out loud. None of it made sense and all she wanted was to know the fate of her Elder. Guinevere did not even want to think about what would become of her if the treatment did not work and she lost her Elder. As if her mind had been read, she saw a large figure emerging from the opening of the den.
“Guinevere,” her Elder cried out in a strong voice, much like the one she was used to hearing.
The large, white dragon walked in her direction and Guinevere felt a bubble of emotions swell in her chest. She charged forward and rested her head on her Elder. She was happy beyond words, relief spreading through her like never before. Now she understood what Althaeda had meant when she said they would both know when the moment came.
“It worked! Madame Althaeda, it worked, right?”
“Yes,” Althaeda informed her happily, “The treatment has cured your Elder.”
“Thank you,” the Elder said, “To both of you.”
“Your sweet Guinevere really did all the work,” Althaeda said.
"But without your guidance, none of it would have been possible," Guinevere told her.
She rested her head on her Elder once more. She shut her eyes and basked in the moment. The moon hung overhead with twinkling stars surrounding it, a soft breeze moved through the forest, and her Elder
was well. She no longer had to worry about life on her own, at least not anytime soon.
Chapter Fifteen
A few days and nights had passed since Guinevere’s Elder had been healed. At first, everything had been a celebration. The two of them had been officially welcomed to the clan by the green dragon and health had been honored. The den was given to them permanently. Guinevere knew her new dwelling grounds were objectively nicer than where she once called home but she was attached to the other place. Still, it was thanks to her Elder that she knew this place would feel like home someday as well. At least that was what she liked to believe.
As time wore on, however, Guinevere was unable to brush away a deep feeling of sadness that had started to well up inside her. Eventually, she felt tragically sorrowful. It did not take long for her to realize why she felt so miserable– she missed Doran and she missed him terribly. She tried to hide this from her Elder but one day it was too much to bear. She needed to speak about it with the one dragon in the world she trusted more than herself. Even though she knew there was no advice to be sought, perhaps unloading the emotions would be helpful enough.
“I’ve not wanted to burden you,” she told her Elder in a downtrodden voice.
“My sweet Guinevere, do you not think I’ve noticed? I know everything about you. I know there is something deep within you that has caused heartbreak. I have only been biding my time, waiting for you to speak of it.”
Guinevere cried and told her Elder about Doran. She spoke of how he’d helped her the entire time. She told of his kindness and how she’d caught glimpses of his rough edges but she just knew he was not a malevolent human. She hinted at their intimate moments but did not go into detail, a burning shyness running through her veins.
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