Bulging biceps flex, muscles ripple as he lifts the monster that must weight three or four hundred pounds up into the air, holding it there while it struggles to break free. Teeth gnash, claws thrashing the air, desperate to find purchase in Ragnar's flesh.
Ragnar steps back into the light. He has another monster held at bay in his other hand. The wounds on his back have torn open and blood pours, dripping down and off of his tail, pooling on the ground.
His strength on full display, he lifts the two creatures out to arm's length. They hiss as their teeth snap open and shut. Ragnar screams out loud, a battle cry that ignites hope, then he slams the two monsters together, smashing their skulls.
They're stunned by the impact and go limp in Ragnar's grip. He drops one to place both hands on the other. He twists and there's a dull snap. Crouching while keeping his eyes out into the shadows, he does the same to the other.
My heart pounds in my chest. I'm light-headed. Such a display of strength ignites a fiery passion in my soul like I've never felt before.
Ragnar steps out of the light and moves around in the shadows. Fear tinges desire with an icy chill until he reappears in the light.
Kneeling, he takes my face in his hands, staring into my eyes.
Our connection is stronger than ever. I feel his concern and fear for me.
Touching his face with the tips of my fingers I try to convey that I'm okay.
"Thank you," I say, trailing my finger tips along his cheek then down his neck and across his shoulders.
His lips spread into a smile and he leans closer, taking a kiss.
Fire burns through my veins, desire pulses with my heart. His touch is cool on my hot skin.
A shudder runs down my spine as his kiss brings sweet freedom. Free from fear, worry, and a gateway to desire.
My hands roam over his chest, hard muscles flexing while he holds himself in for our kiss. As my hands move up and over his shoulders I touch something wet, breaking the moment.
"You're hurt!" I exclaim, pulling back from the kiss.
He shakes his head, like he understood, then leans in for another kiss.
"No!" I say, shaking my head. "You're hurt, let me see."
Ignoring me or not understanding, he leans in again but I push back.
"I mean it, you're hurt," I say, climbing onto my knees.
My back and butt hurt, bad. I'm sure nothing broke but I think my bruises have bruises. It's nothing compared to Ragnar. Holding him by his shoulders so he will stay in place, I stand and move behind him.
The sight of his back makes me gasp.
Blood is seeping out of dozens of wounds reopened in his fight to save my life. Helplessness almost overwhelms me. I don't have any water or any way to care for him.
"Oh Ragnar," I say, tears welling.
He shrugs as he turns to face me. A tear slips out to fall down my cheek, and he wipes it away with his thumb. I try to look away, embarrassed at my tears and my inability to help. He places a hand under my chin and forces me to look up into his eyes.
He smiles, washing away all my concerns. My hand goes to his face, and he covers it with his own. Turning his head, he kisses the tips of my fingers.
It's a beautiful, perfect moment that drags on for I don't know how long. Time doesn't matter as long as I'm with him.
His hand resting on mine trembles. A small shiver, almost unnoticeable, except his eyes roll up, his eyes lids flutter, then he drops to the ground in a heap.
12
Ragnar
A deep, throbbing pain pulses through my mind as awareness creeps in.
"Olivia!" I cry, leaping to my feet.
Curse the pain, where is she!
Spinning on my heel, she rushes into my arms before I can complete the motion. Her soft breasts press to my chest, her arms encompass me, her body molds to mine. Wrapping her in my embrace, the rush of fear for her safety recedes, letting the pain return.
Her head leans back, her soft eyes meet mine. Her heart beats against my chest, reassuring and comfortable.
I don't know how long I was out. The loss of blood must have overcome me. Dead guster lie in a heap outside the circle of light from the ceiling where she fell.
She's fine. Watching her fall, I'd never been more scared in my life. Running for her but knowing there was no way I could reach her in time. It was one of the most awful experiences I've ever had.
We hold each other for some time.
Long enough I grow tired. I need a few days to heal even with the paste. My inability to use my wings is dangerous and makes travel harder.
Looking around the cavern she fell into, I decide this might be a good place to pass time.
The guster that made it their nest are dead, which also means meat and leather. If they were living down here, there has to be a way out.
Walking over to the walls of the cavern I run a hand along them. They're smooth and rounded, a safe place. We'll stay here until I can heal. Now how do I tell Olivia?
Turning back to her, she's staring up at the hole where she fell. She looks as I come over.
"We will stay here," I say, hoping maybe she'll just get it.
The confused look on her face is too easy to read. I couldn't be so lucky. I frown as I think about how to convey what I want to say.
I point to my back then to a spot next to the wall. She follows my motions but it's clear she's not understanding. I mime motions of sleeping then point to the spot by the wall again. Her brow furrows. An adorable dimple forms between the fur over her eyes.
When I point to my back again then repeat the other motions her eyes widen and her mouth forms an O. She got it!
She nods her understanding bringing a smile to my face.
I retrieve our pack from where I dropped it and dig through. I find the jar of juice we harvested from the cvet then pull the sismis teeth out of my side pouch. More searching and I find the small bowl I use to grind the teeth and set to work. Olivia watches with avid interest. It's obvious she's memorizing every motion.
Before long I have a supply of healing paste. I hold it out to her and point to my wings and back. She takes it, looking solemn. I give her my back and try not to tense when she applies the paste. It hurts but the pain soothes under the balm of the salve.
Once she's finished, I reseal the jar and pack it carefully away. Holding my arms out to her, we settle down next to the wall and I fall asleep, letting the salve do its work.
Three days.
This morning I opened my wings for the first time since the storm. It hurt, blindingly bad, but at the same time it felt good. I've been feeling like a cripple without them.
I'm not ready to travel but that's okay. It's been nice having time with her. I've shown her how to harvest guster meat and we built a smoking pit to preserve it.
Now we're harvesting the leather. We won't be able to take it all with us but I hate leaving anything to waste. It goes against the code of a hunter.
Maybe we can come back for it.
Olivia is turning the stretched hide over when I turn around. She's bent at the waist and her beautiful ass is pointing at me. Stepping closer I slap her ass with a light, playful tap.
She turns, exclaiming, but her smile is welcoming. Rising onto her toes she offers me her lips which I take without hesitation.
My prime penis stiffens, the heavy weight of it presses between us.
She moves in closer against my chest. Gripping her ass I lift her off her feet and her legs wrap around my waist. Shifting, I move her so that the head of my pulsating cock is between her legs. Desire and need consume all thought.
Her tongue drives into my mouth, tackling my tongue. She's aggressive, demanding, and I want to give her all she wants and more.
If only she'll have me.
The sting of rejection colors my desire. This is more than we've done since I tried to please her with my mouth and she pushed me away.
Will she do so again?
"You are my treasure,"
I say, when we break for air.
She is, everything. All I want and need is her.
I carry her the short distance to the wall, pressing against it and holding her up with my hips to free my hands. Her fingers twine in my hair as our mouth mating continues.
The tiny clasps that hold her shirt closed are hard to work with my fingers but they give way at last, exposing her sweet skin.
Sliding my hands inside the cloth I cup her breasts. The weight of them in my hands makes my dick jump with tension, ready to explode its pent up desire.
Need. Pounding with every beating of my hearts.
My hips rotate, as if of their own accord, grinding my cock against her covered pussy.
Our tongues intertwine, tasting, exploring but it's not enough. I want more. I need more.
Lowering us down, I lay her on the ground beneath me. My hand slides down from her full breasts to the hem of her pants. Sliding under and into the dividing cloth, I find her soft fur and her wetness covers my finger.
She moans into my mouth.
My cock is pounding. It pulses, aching with unreleased need.
The cloth of her pants restricts my movement but I work a finger inside her. Her hips wriggle as she gasps, her eyes half closed. She bites her lower lip, nodding her head up and down.
"Mhmmm," she moans, as I drive my finger in and out.
Her hands go to her pants, sliding them down over her hips.
Licking her lips, I drive my tongue deep into her mouth just as I drive my finger into her.
She cries pleasure into my mouth and I take it.
Sliding in and out until she bucks her hips up and down to meet my finger, I push a second in.
I'm preparing her. I need her but I won't hurt her. I need to know her body can take the girth of my cocks. Even among Zmaj I'm large, and I wonder if that's not why she pushed me away.
My free hand is on her chest, flicking and playing with the hard nub at the top of her soft mounds. My tongue dances with hers.
Two fingers drive in and out of her wet pussy until she's taking them as easy as the first. Only then do I add the third. It's tight, so I move slow.
"Are you okay?" I ask, knowing she won't understand the words but she'll get my question.
She nods, panting.
I push my three fingers in her soft folds. Holding them there, I wait until she nods then slide them out in slow motion. Feeling every ridge and crevasse of her beautiful body. When just the tips are inside, I slide them back in.
Wetness soaks my fingers as her body warms to the pleasure I bring.
She moans, loud, her enjoyment echoing off the stone walls.
My hard cock throbs.
I want to bury myself inside her. But doubt niggles behind the urges.
Will she accept me?
Twisting my wrist as I slide in and out increases her pleasure.
She's panting, her hips make small thrusts up and down rising to meet me.
Bijass comes, threatening rational thought.
Desire, all consuming, need for her.
My cock pounds with the need for release.
Breaking from her lips, I trail my way down across her cheek then her slender neck.
She rises to meet my lips as I taste her sweet skin.
Trailing my tongue across her I move lower. Across her large breasts, teasing each of the hard nubs at their peak.
"Mmm," she sighs, pushing her chest up and into my mouth.
I enclose as much of her as I can take. Lavishing her with my tongue, nibbling and pulling with my teeth.
My fingers still slide in and out of her wetness.
Her hands run along my shoulders, pulling my hair.
Working my way lower and lower until at last I'm almost to her sweet opening. Inhaling her scent, the tight wound spring in my core explodes. I can't hold back. My need to taste her, to have her, is too strong for more foreplay.
Driving in, I lick her opening with my tongue. The small, hard button at the top of her rises to meet me. Lapping at her hard nub with my tongue, she screams my name.
Her fingers twine in my hair, pulling, making the experience more erotic.
I can't stop. She fills my senses, taste, touch, smell, pouring into me and I can't get enough. I want more of her.
Her hips thrust up as her back arches. Driving my fingers in deep, I curl them up and hold deep inside her, barely wiggling them. Pressing my tongue against her hard nub as her body is wracked with pleasure. She's beyond words, panting meaningless sounds as her pleasure grips her tight.
She shudders again and again. Muscles spasm under the contractions of her orgasm. Holding myself to her, I wring every last ounce until at last she collapses.
She lies back, panting, her chest rising and falling in rapid movements.
Pulling my head back then sliding my fingers out she gasps and shudders once more. I move up beside her, putting an arm and a leg across her.
My massively hard cock presses into her side as I lie and wait, letting her make the next move. Never would I force more on her than she wants, now it is up to her if she wants me.
13
Olivia
That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had in my life, which is saying something since the last time he made me come was the most intense too.
Ragnar is an incredible lover. Attentive, caring, delicate and rough at just the right moments. He moves up and lies beside me, one arm across my middle and his leg laid over mine. His huge cock digs into my side, massive is an understatement.
I want him.
I need him to take me, to claim me.
I'm going to do this.
Or at least try. I don't know if my body can handle him. He's so… big and ridged. Don't forget the ridges.
But I know he will never hurt me. If I can't handle it, he'll stop. He'll understand. I know he will.
Catching my breath as the last vestiges of my orgasm pass, I turn my head and kiss him. Soft, gentle kisses.
My hand trails along his side.
His hard, lightly scaled body is a pleasure to touch. Reaching his hips I trail my fingers over the lower part of his sculpted, lean abs and down across those muscles. I don't know the term for them and not all men have them but Ragnar does and my god do they turn me on. Those hard line muscles that dive from his abs down to where you know there's a beautiful cock.
He pulls back from my kiss, looking into my eyes and arching an eyebrow. Biting my lip, I nod to his unspoken question.
"Yes," I say. "Slow. We'll go slow."
He seems to understand.
The tie of his pants falls free and I slide my hand inside the cloth, continuing to trace the line of his muscles.
I can't suppress a shudder when my fingers find his cock.
It's so damn big!
Hard, pulsing, ready to go if only I can take it.
Running my fingers from the base of his shaft to the top I let the tips trail lightly along. Ragnar groans, his eyes rolling up into his head.
The underside of his cock is silky suede.
Up and down I move my fingers. Reaching the top, I find hints of his stickiness as his dick jumps under my touch. He groans my name and slick desire pools between my thighs.
His hips make the smallest of thrusts back and forth and I know his desire for me is overwhelming. Palpable. It makes me feel bold.
Nibbling his lower lip I stroke his cock faster.
I kiss my way from his lips down to his chest. Muscled, rippling with strength, a marble sculpture of perfection brought to life. Tracing the bulging lines with my tongue I never let my fingers stop playing with his huge cock.
His fingers trace circles on my skin as I move down.
Down his stomach and lower. Slowly, inexorably I move lower.
He lifts his hips and slides his pants up and over. His cock stands erect, straining for the stars, a beautiful specimen of desire and need.
I know it's big. I've seen it but I didn't take time to a
ppreciate it it before. It's at least as big around as my fist. The underside is soft flesh while the top is a series of ridges slanted back into each other creating a wave leading down to his pelvis where the base ridge juts out.
Tracing the soft underside with my tongue, he cries out my name again. My heart leaps into overdrive, my pulse pounding in my ears and between my legs.
As I slide back down his shaft, I get it.
That base ridge will hit my clit.
I get it. We're compatible.
All of which means he may be big, but I can take it. I can have him.
Reaching the head of his cock I trace the ridge with my tongue.
His cock is too big for my mouth, I can only fit my lips around the head. He tangles his hand in my hair and hisses, urged on by his pleasure I press my tongue to the underside and suck.
"Olivia," he groans a warning. He can't take much more.
Climbing up along his body I pass over his cock, letting it slide along my pussy, the length parting my nether lips.
I shift until the head of his massive, pulsating cock is at my opening.
He puts his hands on my hips, stopping my downward motion.
He says something, concern in his eyes.
Biting my lip, I nod, resting my hands on his chest.
He loosens his grip but keeps his hands on my hips.
I'm on top and fully in control. I slide lower until his giant cock pierces me, the first ridge makes me groan in disbelief. It feels so good to have him in me. Pausing, I close my eyes and enjoy it.
Slowly I go lower.
Ragnar's hands on my hips flex, his eyes close and he releases a breath in a slow hiss. His face is so beautiful.
The urge to make him lose control makes me lose my own.
I'm so wet and so ready I rock forward until he's fully inside. I'm filled beyond belief, the ridges of his cock rub me just the right way and that base ridge!
Oh my god, the ridge. It rubs right against my aching clit.
I can't help but to ride his immense cock, thrusting my hips forward and grinding against that beautiful ridge.
"Olivia," he groans.
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