“What? Shocked you, have I? It all worked out in my favor. He’s paid me in gold ever since, until he got himself cursed into that stone he’s about to be sucked back into. Oh, I know you think you can save him, but it’s too late now. I knew eventually he would find someone stupid enough to break the spell. That’s why I’m telling you all this now, because he’ll spend the rest of eternity doomed to know that he harmed his only daughter. You’re his only way out of the curse, and with you, poor deluded thing, gone, he’ll be stuck in eternal hell, just like he deserves to be, while the rest of us are finally free of him.” In the blink of an eye she pulled out a lethal looking dagger, but before she could do more than wave it in the air, the narrow path they stood on collapsed.
Run, little dragon.
The deep voice in her head compelled Rhonda to act, and taking her skirts in her hand, she turned to flee, even as the ground gave way under her feet, too. She screamed, and Drorgan’s long tail wrapped around her waist lifting her up in the air as he took off again, while Cheryladna fell into the sea surrounded by the collapsing cliff. Rhonda screwed her eyes shut against the sight of her broken body bouncing off the rocks, while Drorgan took her higher up the cliffs, until he dropped to the grassy ground at the top. The wind knocked out of her, Rhonda took a moment to realize what was happening, as Drorgan shifted back to human. Naked, curled up on his side he looked in pain, his usually so healthy glow diminished to an ashen, stone like grey, and Rhonda rushed to his side.
“No, you don’t, damn it, you can’t do this. I won’t let you. This isn’t fair.” Her tears fells on his skin, leaving trails of normal color behind, and not caring who might see them, and acting entirely on instinct, Rhonda straddled him, while yanking her clothes off of her.
“Don’t you dare leave like this. You can’t let her win. We all need you.”
Chapter Eight
Through the pain threatening to tear his soul in two, one voice held him in the here and now. Hot tears scolded his skin, and the most delicious scent invaded his nostrils. Blindly he turned toward the voice of his little dragon, as he fought the pull away from her. His claws ran out, his dragon struggling to break free from the dark magic pulling him back into stone, condemning him to another generation spend in living hell. The coppery scent of blood roused his dragon further, and when soft, feminine lips touched his, whispered words of love and hope, he allowed his beast to guide him, to take, to conquer, as soft flesh yielded to his touch, drew him into the forgiving warmth of his mate’s body.
Every touch of her skin on his, every shared kiss made it easier to fight the pull to the stone, and flipping them both over, Drorgan roared, and opened his eyes to find a wide eyed Rhonda staring up at him. Her hair had come loose and fanned out around her like a chestnut blanket, as she ran her hands over his shoulders and brought her legs around his waist. The move brought her bare cunt in direct contact with his cock, and that organ reared to life between them. Rhonda gasped, and Drorgan flexed his hips to run the thick tip of his shaft through her pussy lips. Delicious wetness greeted him, yet, still he held himself back, taking in the woman underneath him. With the sun dipping behind the horizon, basking them both in their eerie orange glow, it drew dappled shadows over her ample curves. He wanted to take his time to suckle the stiff nipples, to see her skin flush in her arousal as she came apart under his tongue, and fingers, but he didn’t have time for any of that.
Dipping his head and with a muttered apology he caught her scream in the kiss he gave her, while he thrust into her dewy heat in one hard move. Her internal muscles clamped around his cock like a warm, wet fist, and deepening the kiss he pulled out only to slam back into her. There was no finesse to this coupling, just heat and need, and the urge to claim and possess. When Rhonda mewled into his kiss, her fingernails scoring his back, while she dug her feet into his calves and lifted her hips into his thrusts, Drorgan lost control completely.
Dimly aware of Rhonda writhing underneath him, while the rhythmic ripples around his cock signaled her impending release, he gave himself over to the ruthless speed he needed to appease his dragon, to chase the orgasm building at the back of his spine, as he slammed into her soft body over and over, until the sweet oblivion of release claimed him. His dragon took over, flames engulfed them both, and Rhonda screamed his name as nothing else existed, but heat and desire which would surely kill them both.
The barely functioning rational part of his brain screamed at him to stop this. He would kill her with his fire, yet that part wasn’t in charge right now. As his body bucked in painful ecstasy, pulled between the two worlds he’d straddled for the last few centuries, it was his dragon ancestry that took over. His inherent magic surged, making his fire shine brighter than ever, as it obliterated everything in its path. The smell of burning hit his nostrils, and with it came the horrified realization of what he had done. Struggling for breath, he pulled his fire back in, channeled his dragon back inside his skin, and collapsed on the soft floor. Since when was burned earth soft, and breathing, or rather struggling to breathe?
“Can’t … get off.”
Locking his arms he lifted himself up slightly, and Rhonda pulled several rapid breaths into her lungs, before she offered him a tremulous smile.
“You weigh a ton, Drorgan. First you try to incinerate me, then you almost suffocate me. I heard it called the little death before now, but I didn’t really want to snuff it.” She wriggled underneath him, which meant his cock, still hard, and firmly lodged inside her body twitched in answer, and she bit back a moan as he flexed his hips automatically.
“God, don’t do… oh…”
Still not quite believing his fortune at having this incredible woman not only underneath him, but unharmed, and seemingly only too ready for round two, Drorgan swallowed hard, as she grew even wetter around his dick. Her breathing sped up, and her eyes widened, as he withdrew slightly and then slowly sank back into her welcoming heat.
“Don’t what, little dragon?” he asked, inwardly wincing at the tremor of emotion in his voice. He barely sounded like himself. Then again it wasn’t every day that he mated in true dragon fashion. In fact, his losing control like that had never happened in his lifetime, and his heart beat faster as he instinctively recognized what that meant. Not only that, but raising his head, he saw the last few rays of the sun dip behind the horizon. He should be back in his stone, not here, making love to the woman who gasped his name as he flexed his hips again, and grinned down on her.
“Don’t you dare stop … I … God, please … not again … I can’t.”
Rhonda tensed and shook, when grasping her ass cheeks he rose to his knees between her legs to give him better leverage. Her hands slid off his shoulders, and she fisted the burnt grass surrounding them instead, as their gazes collided.
“Oh, yes, my sweet little dragon, again, for me. I want to see you fall apart this time.” He shifted the angle of his slow thrusts, and Rhonda mewled like a newborn kitten, while the ripples along his cock told him how close she was to coming again. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she bit her lips, her bountiful breasts shaking with every thrust into her, as she gasped for breath.
“Eyes on me, little one.”
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It was official. He was determined to kill her. Every slow, measured thrust of his huge cock into her channel forced oversensitive tissues apart as he grew bigger still inside of her, and despite having had one of the most forceful and bizarre orgasms of her life mere moments ago, Rhonda was poised to pitch over that cliff again. In the growing darkness around them his eyes glowed with the heat of his dragon. The same fierce, all-encompassing flames that had engulfed them the last time, stoked the slow embers between them, and Rhonda forced her eyes to stay open this time. Try as she might she couldn’t have looked away from the intensity of his gaze. It held her pinned in place as the flames licked across her skin this time, leaving flares of pleasurable pain behind.
This shouldn’t be possible, yet it was happening
again. Gentler, and altogether more loving than their last frantic coupling, as Drorgan bent his head and kissed her. More heat traveled along her skin, and through her now closed eyelids she could make out the bright flames surrounding them, as she kissed him back, while her orgasm raced through her in seemingly never ending waves of contractions that made thinking impossible. Caught up in the sensations he evoked in her, she moaned her denial when he withdrew from her body.
“Shhh, I’ve got you. I need to taste you.” The heated words delivered between kisses made her reach out to him, but he caught her wrists in his, and pushed her arms above her head, while he kissed a fiery path of need down her throat, along her collarbone and finally down toward her breasts. Drorgan blew a small stream of fire over her nipples, and Rhonda whimpered as the heat scorched her skin. Flames licked along her sensitive nubs. It made them harden further, and she barely recognized the needy, incomprehensible sounds that were spilling from her mouth, when he licked the flames off of her and pushing her breasts together suckled both of her nipples into his mouth.
Every suck and nip shot straight to her clit, and that bundle of nerves contracted, sending shivers of delight across her skin. With her legs spread wide around his thighs and her ass off the ground, she had no leverage to rub her greedy pussy against his cock. The tip of his thick shaft slid through her labial lips, taunting her with the promise of his possession once more. Drorgan lifted his head and, grinning at her, replaced his mouth with his hands. His fingers continued the erotic torture of her needy breasts, kneading the tissue and rolling her nipples between his fingers while he kissed his way down south.
Drorgan abandoned her breasts, flung her legs over his shoulders, and Rhonda gasped as a blast of hot air blew across her exposed pussy. It made her clench in need, and Drorgan chuckled, and repeated the action.
“That’s my girl. So wet and eager for my cock again. So ready to be consumed by my fire.” She winced when he found the marks his claws had left behind on her skin earlier, and Drorgan licked across the scratches again and again, until she was once again squirming underneath him. Her pussy muscles clenched and released in a desperate bid to be filled, pushing out his earlier cum, until the air between them was heavy with the scent and sounds of sex. It only served to pitch her need for him higher, and grasping hold of his hair she pushed his head down to where she needed him most.
The first lick of his tongue made her eyes roll back in her head, and jerk her hips closer to his talented mouth. When he growled and rolled his tongue again it was the forked, rough edges of his dragon’s tongue that lapped at her clit and hole at the same time. Using either end of the forked tips, he drove her insane as he took her right up the point of no return and then withdrew, before he sent a flame of heat across her quivering abdomen to lick at her breasts.
Drorgan laughed at her resulting plea for more, and repeated the action time and time again, until Rhonda lost all sense of where she was, and simply floated in a space where pain, heat, arousal, and need all rolled into each other, as her body convulsed under his talented ministrations. When he pushed what felt like several fingers deep into her channel, and curled them in just the right spot, Rhonda screamed and shook, as another intense orgasm turned her inside out. Only when the last of those aftershocks had subsided, did Drorgan replace his fingers with his cock, and slowly, inexorably push into her, until his heavy balls slapped her ass, and his pelvic bone hit hers. He ground his hips, causing the most delightful friction against her clit, and framing her face he started to move.
Through the roaring in her ears, and the overwhelming sensation of being stretched she heard the words she longed to hear, and thought she never would.
“You’re mine now, little dragon. All mine.”
At her whimpered affirmation, Drorgan roared. Flames engulfed them both once again, and as he set a ruthless pace between her legs, Rhonda flew again. Heat filled her insides. Fire licked her skin, and a kaleidoscope of color exploded behind her closed eyelids, as Drorgan stiffened and jerked above her. Their sweat slicked bodies came together in a release so intense she couldn’t be sure they didn’t lift off the ground.
When she could breathe again with any sort of normal rhythm she opened her eyes to find Drorgan watching her with such a tender expression in his rough features, she wanted this moment to last forever.
“Back with me, little dragon?” he asked, and Rhonda managed a grunt in response. Drorgan laughed and slowly pulled his softening cock out of her. Rhonda winced as her muscles protested, and Drorgan frowned as he straightened up next to her. With his arms behind him on the burned stretch of grass, and his long legs stretched out in front of him, naked as the day he was born, he made a formidable presence in the moonlight. Heat and strength poured off him, encompassing Rhonda, too, so that she hardly felt the cold breeze that now came in from the sea.
It was the first time she had seen him completely naked, and the sheer raw masculinity of this man took her breath away. There was nothing soft about him, and after what they’d just shared she was certainly under no illusion about him harboring a tender side, but that just fueled her fascination with him, and meant she wanted to know all there was to know about him. His muscles flexed under her fingertips, when she traced the myriad of scars on his back.
“What happened here?” she asked, and he tensed. Rhonda was half expecting him to take off again. Only this morning he would have certainly done so. He always did if she asked him anything remotely personal, and Rhonda held her breath as he tensed.
“You did.” He smiled grimly at her gasp, and pulled her effortlessly across and onto his lap. When she shivered in the cold breeze his dragon’s wings emerged and wrapped around her in a comforting cocoon. “Better?” he asked, and when she nodded against his chest he rubbed his chin over the top of her head.
“You mean me as in humans, right?”
Again he tensed, as he drew her closer into his body. He lifted her hair off her neck and inhaled deeply next to her ear. The action seemed to relax him, but it had the opposite effect on Rhonda. Her heart rate kicked up, and she felt him smile against her skin, before he withdrew.
“No, little dragon, I mean humans on the whole. You’re very much the exception to the rule. I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.” He paused, tipped her head up, and Rhonda lost herself in his azure gaze. A myriad of emotions crossed his irises, before the flames of his dragon took over. They seemed to flicker in time with the steady beat of his heart under her fingertips, and when he finally spoke his voice had dropped to a deep, growly whisper, which meant that Rhonda was all but ready to jump again.
“Thank you for keeping me out of the stone.”
Rhonda swallowed past the lump in her throat, and her eyes fluttered shut when Drorgan rested his forehead on hers. Their breaths mingled, and she whispered her reply.
“Is the spell broken then?” she asked.
“I’m still here, as is the castle, so something happened.”
“Good, it’s the least I could do, after all the times you rescued me.”
Drorgan laughed, dropped a kiss on her nose, and withdrew.
“If we’re keeping score you owe me at least another three recues I believe.” He grinned when she slapped his rock hard abs, and promptly winced.
“Careful, you’ll just hurt yourself, little dragon. You couldn’t hit me hard enough if you tried. Not with your fists anyway.” The wistful note in his voice made her look up to study him, but his mask was firmly back in place, and he shook his head at her when she opened her mouth to question him further. Her heart ached anew for him, and a shiver went through her when she recalled Cheryladna’s gruesome end. Not that she didn’t deserve it, but it left little Geva all alone in the world, and this man needing to build a relationship with a daughter he didn’t know he had. How did you even start to deal with all of that?
“It’s getting late. We should get you back to the castle. You’ll get cold out here.” Without waiting for her answer he stood
up with her still in his arms and she gasped when clothes appeared on his body in the blink of an eye. Sadly, the action robbed her off the protection of his dragon’s wings, and she shivered in the cool wind, as he slowly slid her down his front. Temperatures were dropping sharply, and stark naked as she was, she felt the cold on her exposed skin when he stepped away from her and kicked at something on the ground. Her clothes were a burnt mass under his boot, apart from the thin shift, which had wrapped itself around a protruding rock formation. Drorgan stalked toward it with all the intensity of a predator stalking his prey, and managed to grab it before a renewed gust of wind threatened to take it over the cliff’s edge.
“Here, this will have to do. I wish my magic would extend to clothing you, too, but alas, it doesn’t.” Heat scorched her skin when she pulled the shift over her head and smoothed it over her body, and despite the coldness of the night her blood heated under his intense scrutiny. The slow appraisal he gave her body left her shivery and achy for his touch, and a wicked smile kicked up his lips, as he held out his hand to her.
“No, that’s a lie. I rather appreciate seeing you naked, but not out here.” He laughed when she pulled a face at him, and wrapped her arms around herself as her teeth started to chatter. She hadn’t been this cold since the night they’d first met. Coming to think of it she had been wearing similar attire then. Talk about history repeating itself.
Drorgan must have come to the conclusion because his amusement fled.
“On second thoughts, we’ll be quicker if I fly. Ready to climb on my dragon’s back?”
Rhonda’s heart leapt in her throat, and amusement shimmered in Drorgan’s eyes when she bounced in her excitement.
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