“Can you- can- can you su-suck?”
It was hard for him to get words out between his heavy breathing and groaning but he managed. She started to suck on his cock as he moved her head up and down and then the sounds from deep in his throat grew louder. He started moving his hips up and down, moving his cock in and out of her mouth. He finally pulled her head back so that his entire cock slid out and she looked at him.
"I'm about to finish," he said in a warning voice.
Guinevere had absolutely no idea what he was talking about but she could tell it meant for her to move away from his cock. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and started to stroke it vigorously. Guinevere pushed his hand away and replaced it with hers. They looked into each other’s eyes as she kept stroking, faster and faster. She held him tightly and moved her hand up and down until he cried out and something warm and white shot out from the tip of his cock and spilled over her hand. She drew her hand away and looked at it, noting it felt sticky on her skin.
“Sorry,” he muttered, quickly wiping her hand with a handkerchief from his pocket.
She did not know why he was apologizing but she nodded anyway. Then she let out a little whimper and squeezed her legs together. The hot moisture between her legs had not subsided and neither had her desire to be touched again. Doran stood up and reached out for her hand to lead her to the bed. He guided her down on her back and climbed over her, kissing her at once. She felt his hand run up the inside of her thigh again and then rub over her center, which still covered. He moved his hand up to her lower abdomen and felt for the part of the cloth covering her where he could slip his hand under. When he did, he slowed the kiss down and he moved his hand down to her center. She felt the tips of his fingers graze over her slit and she knew they were now covered in the moisture she’d released.
He moved one of his fingers up and down her slit with more pressure and she moaned loudly. She shut her eyes and dug her nails into his skin. Another finger began to press down on another part of her, a very sensitive nub just at the top of her center. She moaned even louder, mouth hanging open, and body trembling. He pulled open her slit just a bit and rubbed a finger right past the opening. He continued to touch and press down on the nub as he did this and soon enough, yet another new feeling completely overtook her.
Guinevere felt like she was perhaps losing her mind. Her body tense up for a moment and then seized, a nearly intolerable pleasure manifesting at her center and then shooting out to every part of her body. She shook and shook, eyes rolling back in her head. She heard screaming and did not realize until her body stopped shaking that those screams had been coming from her mouth. Her chest heaved with her fast breaths. For a couple minutes, it felt like she would never breathe properly again. She shut her eyes, exhaustion taking over completely, and fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Eight
Guinevere woke up at early dawn and found Doran was nowhere in sight. The previous night was a blur when she first opened her eyes. But as memories started to return to her, she felt her heart begin to beat faster. It had been amazing and now she recalled falling asleep with Doran in bed with her. Why was he gone now? Was this normal behavior for humans? The two of them had shared a very intimate night but he still had chosen to leave.
She stood up and felt her dress a mess. She felt her skin was sticky as well so she undressed. She felt the need to clean herself and then realized she had no idea how humans washed. There were no lakes or rivers around to bathe in. She stepped out into the main room hoping there was something there she had somehow missed. There was a door on the other end of the room and she crossed over to open it. There she saw the thing humans called a toilet, which she had learned to use on her second day in town. Next to it was a big, white porcelain tub with something silver hanging over it on one end. She wondered what it was for. There was a knob at the center of the wall and she turned it. Water immediately poured out from the silver thing. She stepped in the tub and let the water wash over her thinking it was curious how humans chose to wash up.
After feeling sufficiently clean, she stepped out. She was midway through crossing the main room, completely nude and dripping wet, when there was a knock at the door. She froze, eyes wide with terror. Then it occurred to her it was probably Doran.
“Please wait!”
She ran to the bedroom and slammed the door shut. She opened the wardrobe and pulled out the first thing she found. She pulled it over her head and was about to open the front door of the cottage when she realized what she had put on. It was short and white, something she assumed a human woman might only wear at night in privacy. She could either keep Doran waiting even longer or just open the door. Parts of the previous night replayed in her mind and she pulled the door open. Doran opened his mouth to speak but instead he only gaped at her. His deep, brown eyes wandered over her body and she could see them sparkling. A subtle look of hunger like the one from the previous night shown in his eyes and she knew whatever she had thrown on was something he liked. Suddenly, Guinevere felt very shy and she ran to the bedroom. She slammed the door shut and sat on the bed, hand over her heaving chest.
She stared at the door for a minute and then another but Doran did not come in. He did not even knock. She decided it was time to get dressed because there was still a mission to be accomplished. Her Elder had been waiting long enough. She quickly pulled a dress out of the wardrobe, checking it only to make sure it was not another garment to be worn in private. It was not. She struggled less to put on the dress this time around. Coral colored with a tight bodice and full skirt, it was not as long as the one she'd previously worn. It ended just below the knee and thanks to her boots, none of her legs showed. She was glad the top covered her just as well and even had short poufy sleeves.
She stepped back into the main room, pointedly looking away from Doran. She could feel his eyes on her. She knew he was taking in her appearance and wondered if he found her pretty in the dress. She nervously tugged at the strings of the large bow on the front of the dress before finally turning to meet his gaze. He was smiling and it made her smile too.
“Ready to go?”
Guinevere nodded. She walked forward and out the front door. Her disappointment in the interaction lasted only a moment. Doran was quick to pull out the list and she was reminded of how much she still had left to do. Perhaps it had been naïve of her but Guinevere never thought it would take this much time or work to acquire everything Althaeda claimed she needed for the Elder’s treatment.
“Are we eating breakfast?”
“Yes,” Doran nodded, even though he took a turn in the opposite direction of where they usually went to eat. “I thought we could try someplace new today.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry, there is a lot of sausage there.”
Guinevere felt her cheeks burn but a sense of relief went through her nonetheless. She had tried many foods and a variety of meats but none were quite as delicious as sausage. There was just something amazing about it, so much so that she knew she would miss eating it once she returned to her life as a dragon. They walked a bit further out and by the time they arrived at a small shop with tables and a crowd of people, her stomach had growled on more than one occasion. The two of them sat outside and overlooked a large field of beautiful flowers, as a large plate of sausage was set in front of them. Guinevere stared at it and noticed there were different shapes and even slight variations in color.
“Dig in,” he said, just as a plate of eggs and potatoes was set down beside the sausage platter.
Each of them had a clean plate in front of them so they could help themselves to whatever portions they wished. Guinevere's plate, of course, was mostly sausage. She'd picked one of each shape and color and a few extra of the kind she was used to eating. By the end of the meal she had decided sausage in any shape and flavor was one of the best foods she had ever tasted either as human or dragon.
“We have a long couple of days ahead of us,” Doran comme
nted as they set out to walk in the direction of the field. He nodded to a group of small houses in the distance and said, “That’s still part of our town but it is really on the outside. We don’t see those people much but we will need to pay a couple visits to get some of the stuff on this list.”
“Will it take more than just one day?” It was clear Guinevere was now in more of a rush than before.
“It might,” he told her. Then he turned to look at her and asked, “What is it you need all this for? What’s your deadline?”
“Dead-line?” Her heart sank upon hearing that first part of the word.
“Yeah, by when do you need everything?”
“I don’t know,” she answered truthfully, “As soon as possible.”
“Are you ever going to tell me what’s going on?”
Guinevere remained silent. She still refused to explain her situation because it was too much of a risk. Maybe she could skirt around the main details or lie but Guinevere did not want to think what might happen if Doran pieced things together. Despite all his help and the feelings that they clearly had for one another, as evidenced by the intimacy they had shared the previous night, she was too cautious to open up about her mission. They walked in silence until the first of the small buildings was within reach.
“Wait here,” he instructed.
Guinevere stood still and waited even though the way he spoke to her did not exactly sit well. It was not the first time he had taken the lead this way and made her feel like she had to follow orders. For a moment she wondered if he was getting too comfortable and carried away. In spite of herself, she snuck around the back of the building to where she could hear hushed voices. It was Doran speaking to a stout young man with a scruffy beard and a mop of brown hair on his head.
“You know you owe me, Gerald,” Doran told him sternly.
“I do, I know it, but darn it things aren’t that easy,” the man named Gerald said.
“And do you think it’s easy for me to keep your secret? Not at all. This is important and if you know what’s good for you…”
“All right. Okay. Let me see what I can do for ya.”
The stout young man stood up and walked into the building. Guinevere was confused. She had never heard Doran threaten anybody. She recalled what he'd told her about his reputation. He even admitted he sometimes took advantage of the way people saw him. Others did not find him as kind as she did. Then she thought about all the times he had left her out to wait as he worked on acquiring one or two things from the list. Was this the reason? Was he hiding his true self from her? Suddenly, a feeling of dismay spread through her. Now she thought there was a chance he was trying to manipulate her but for what reason, she did not know. Guinevere gulped. If only she kept her head on straight then she could continue to stay in his cottage, get his help to acquire the rest of the items, and then never see him again. It pained her to use him like this and to have her image of him shattered but there was only one thing she needed to focus on– her Elder's life.
She heard the young man step back out and then Doran’s footsteps. With a panic, she ran to the spot where he had told her to wait. The last thing she needed now was for him to discover she had been eavesdropping. When she promised her Elder she would do anything to help, she meant it. As long as he continued to treat her well, even if it was a lie, this could be bearable.
"One more stop for the day," Doran said as he held up a bag and shook it. "This one might take a while, though. We'll need to work for it."
By the time the two of them returned to the cottage, they were both exhausted. Guinevere, having spent the day with him, had decided maybe what she saw was not so bad. Perhaps he was not as kind as she thought but that did not have to mean he was bad all together. Everyone had dark sides, even her Elder. When he gave her a swift peck on the lips to say goodnight, she allowed it. She was strong in not letting it go further. For a brief moment she had wanted to fall into his arms and shut her eyes to drift off to sleep but that could not be. She climbed into bed and looked out the window, the moon hanging ominously overhead. Many times she had seen the moon like this in her home in the deep of the forest and always it brought bad news. It was all she could do to hope this time it would be different.
Chapter Nine
Guinevere spent the following morning waiting. She paced back and forth in the main room of the cottage and even right outside of it but Doran was nowhere to be seen. Several times she debated marching up to his house and knocking. He had her list and only he knew where to find anything. She had not even a clue how to go about searching for things. But as the morning wore on it became evident none of that mattered. She could not waste a day waiting for him. If Guinevere had to find a way to do this on her own, she would. After checking to make sure the collected items were safely hidden, Guinevere stepped out and slowly made her way toward the town.
“Guinevere!”
She stopped cold. It was him. It was his voice but it was not coming from behind her where his house was. It was coming from somewhere else. She turned to her left and saw him running down the pathway. He looked strange and exhausted like he had not slept all night. Had he just come from somewhere else?
“Were you going to leave without me?”
“I couldn’t wait anymore,” she told him.
“I see,” he said. The crease on his forehead made it perfectly clear to her he was not very happy with her decision or response but he disguised it. “Let’s go.”
The two of them walked in silence to the center of town. There were plenty of stands set out that had not been there before and a large crowd of people. As they walked amongst them, Guinevere could not help but notice the looks they received. In particular, she saw how many people looked at Doran. Their eyes were not full of admiration the way hers were when she cast her gaze upon him. It was obvious there was no fluttering inside them or unique warmth or desire to be touched by him. It was not until that moment she noticed how cold he could be toward some people and with others he was polite but distant. Many looked at her curiously, almost as if wondering why she was with him more than whom she was. It made her nervous but she carried on.
“There she is,” he said, nodding toward a portly older woman behind one of the stands. She was laughing and talking to people as she prepared something in a jar for them. “She has something you need. It’s something we can find here only on days like this.”
The two of them approached the stand and the woman smiled widely, “If it isn’t Doran. I thought you were over my jam?”
"How could I ever be 'over' your jam, Louise? I've even brought a friend to try it!"
Louise turned to look at Guinevere. She got the same look in her eyes of awe as if not once in her life had she seen someone who looked like her. Guinevere smiled in return and then looked down at what she assumed was the "jam" and thought it did not look very good. Humans, however, seemed to love the stuff. She had seen some spread it on bread during breakfast but it was obvious Louise's was special somehow. What she found oddest of all, however, was the fact that Althaeda had requested this for the Elder's treatment.
Doran purchased one jar and held it tightly as he continued to speak to Louise. While the two of them laughed, Guinevere started to become agitated. Not only had they gotten a late start, now he was wasting time telling jokes to this woman. She turned to look in the direction of the forest and coughed. She had to believe her Elder was still alive. If that were not the case, she would have somehow received news of it.
The two of them went to a couple shops to find a specialty herb on the list but it was nowhere to be found. Feeling disappointed, Guinevere walked silently with her head down back to the cottage when night fell. She almost missed seeing a tall, frightening looking man standing a little away from the cottage. He was waiting for Doran, who looked concerned as soon as their eyes met.
“Go inside,” he muttered, “And be careful.”
Guinevere locked herself inside the cottage and carefully
peered out the window. Doran was having a conversation with the strange man but something about it troubled her. The man looked angry and Doran looked tense. She heard shouting. The night had set in already and she relied solely on the vision she inherited as a dragon to make out the two figures in the dark of night. She quietly made her way to the bedroom and pressed her ear against the window, shutting her eyes to focus. If she really tried she would be able to overhear at least snippets of their conversation.
“You should have known this would happen if you threatened Gerald,” the man said gruffly.
“It wasn’t a threat,” Doran maintained.
“You don’t call convincing him to do your bidding or else his secret gets out a threat?”
“You reap what you sow. You and I both know that. Do you want to be next?”
“Now you’re threatening me too? Listen, Doran, there’s plenty of ways we can mess up your life so I suggest you watch your back.”
“No,” Doran hissed, “I highly suggest you watch yourself. We don’t want history to repeat itself, now do we?”
The man stared at Doran in utter shock. Guinevere had no idea what he was talking about but it was clear the man did. There was a lot of history here and none of it was good. All of this spelled bad news and Guinevere’s heart began to pound in her chest. Maybe she had made a mistake in choosing to trust Doran. It certainly was a mistake to get carried away with the mysterious feelings that had overtaken her. She gulped. This could not go on. She would get the list from him and find the rest of the items on her own. If this man was dangerous or he was at least by association, she needed distance.
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