“Please don’t ask me questions I cannot answer,” a shaken Guinevere pleaded.
The two of them stood in silence for a long time. She continued to look up at the sky. He continued to look at her. The moonlight glowed over them beautifully. She knew if she turned to him, every bit of her strength would crumble. How could he be someone whose reputation was true? She simply could not believe it. It seemed impossible now that he had ever been considered a true threat to her. She crouched down on the floor and buried her face in her hands. Everything was far too overwhelming. Her sick Elder, the mission she’d been sent on, losing her home, her conflicted feelings, her huge confusion, and her fear were more than she could bear.
“I feel so alone,” she cried into her hands.
It had not been meant for him to hear. Guinevere needed a moment to unload everything she felt deep inside. But he had heard. She felt his hand on her back move in comforting circles. She leaned into the touch. She breathed out and let her head fall against his chest. The two of them tumbled onto the ground and he pulled her into his arms. Guinevere was tired of wondering whether this was right or wrong. In that moment, she decided the only thing that mattered was how he made her feel. And, despite it all, this was the most comfort she felt outside of being with her Elder.
“You are not alone,” he muttered against her cheek.
She looked up at him and opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out. She shut her eyes and inhaled. She did not know what to say anyway.
"My cottage is still there for you if you wish to stay."
Guinevere stood up slowly and looked up at the moon. She turned around and looked at the glow it cast on his gorgeous face. The long black locks of his splayed out on the floor shined magnificently. He looked unreal. She had nowhere else to stay but, more than that, she wanted to be near him. Perhaps the cottage was her new home in this town of humans. Guinevere nodded. She would never stop heeding her Elder's words and she felt deep inside her that her actions now would have been approved. Guinevere, in any case, had always been good at getting a read on someone's character. And from the very start, something told her Doran was not a malevolent human. She could tell even now that he had sensed her vulnerability and had the sense to let go of his questions. It did not matter to him what the answers were, all he wanted to do was help her.
“Please,” she mumbled brokenly.
He stood up at once and took her hand. The two of them walked in silence on the outskirts of town. The air of the night was cool and the quiet was calming. When they finally reached the cottage’s door, Doran asked if she wanted a fire. She told him she did not. He turned around to make his way back to his house but Guinevere reached out and grabbed his wrist. He looked at her with an indiscernible look in his eyes.
“Please,” she told him, “I don’t want to be alone.”
Doran looked hesitant for a split second and then he nodded. The two of them walked inside and he went over to a closet in the main room, pulling out a blanket and pillow to set down on the couch.
“What is that for?”
“For me,” he said as he pointed at the couch, “I’m sleeping here.”
Guinevere vehemently shook her head and said, “No. Stay with me. I want to be with you.”
She took his hand and the two of them walked into the bedroom. She climbed on the bed and curled up, looking up at him expectantly. She could see him looking over every inch of her face and body. The look in his eyes was unmistakable– it was affection. She felt something stir in the pit of her stomach. It coiled and made her feel warm similar to the night she had been intimate with him. This time, however, it was more of a tender feeling.
“Aren’t you uncomfortable,” he whispered, “In those clothes?”
Guinevere shook her head that she was not but he opened the wardrobe anyway. She reached out and took his hand, pulling him down to the bed. She cupped his face and looked into his deep, brown eyes. She just stared into them for a while until she felt like she’d had her fill, even if that did not seem possible. Then she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. At once, a rush of warmth made its way through her body. She could feel his warm breath on her skin. She opened her mouth and he slid his tongue over hers. His taste was exactly as she had remembered it. She broke the kiss and pulled back to look into his eyes once more.
“Guinevere,” he breathed out.
She ran her hand over his hair and fingers through the sleek locks. She placed her hands on his shoulders and positioned her body on top of his. She just wanted to feel him near but when her center rubbed against him, another type of feeling ran through her. It was one she recognized now from the night they had been together previously but it took her by surprise no less. The biggest surprise, however, was that the tenderness had not disappeared. It had mixed in with all her other feelings and from the look in his eyes, Doran was experiencing the exact same thing.
He placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. He kissed her deeply as he rolled her over onto her back, his hand running up her body to rest at the side of her chest. She exhaled heavily onto his lips and looked meaningfully into his eyes. She wanted to feel the things he made her feel last time. She wanted to do the same for him.
“Again,” she told him.
“Again?”
She nodded. He kissed her. He pulled her body flush against his, the kiss passionate but tender. It was yet another new thing she experienced with him. Guinevere wondered how many more wonderful, new experiences were left to be had with Doran. She wanted to find out. She yearned to be by his side in more ways than she knew were possible.
“Are you sure?”
Guinevere nodded and whispered, “Like last time.”
And he understood. He complied. He was happy to do so because she could feel how much he wanted the same thing as her. It was a connection unlike one she had ever known. As he ran his hand over her breasts and his fingers grazed the skin at the top of her chest, she knew it was something special. She trembled under his touch and reveled in the way the weight of his body felt on top of her. He kissed her cheek and pressed his lips on the line of her jaw. His fingers delicately tickled the skin right along the neckline of her clothes, which he had no idea had come from her wings.
He tugged down slowly until her large breasts fell out from the top. She exhaled and shivered, just once. His hand felt warm on her chest. He moved it down slowly until he was fondling one of her breasts. His movements were purposeful and gentle, his kisses the same. She inhaled his breath and looked into his eyes. She could not believe this was happening. Everything that had told her to stay away from him dissolved. None of it made any sense anymore. Whatever it was that made him behave the way he had with others surely had a bigger story behind it. He was not bad. He couldn’t be.
She felt his hard bulge press into her thigh and she giggled. He looked at her with a smile but the moment was not lost. He kissed her neck and then her collarbones. He kissed the top of her chest until she finally felt his lips all over her breasts. They were pecks at first but then they turned into wet, open-mouthed kisses. Guinevere instinctively pushed her chest up and a small moan escaped her lips. He took one of her nipples in her mouth and she shut her eyes, inhaling loudly. She felt his tongue swirl around one time, two times, and then three. She felt him suck gently before moving back up to take her lips. His bulge had grown even harder and was pressing insistently against her thigh.
Just like last time, she felt warmth and moisture between her legs. There was a strong desire within her to touch his cock, wrap her hand around it, and stroke it. She recalled having him in her mouth and she salivated at the thought. It was not the taste so much as the sheer enjoyment he derived out of it. There was something about sharing that type of intimacy with him that left Guinevere yearning for more. Her desire grew, pooling deep in her stomach until it reached her center. There was more moisture much faster this time and she soon felt it slick on her inner thighs. She moaned loudly
when his rock hard bulge pressed against her center, a feeling of great delight despite the layers of clothing separating them. It had not occurred to her until that moment that his cock could bring her pleasure where it had just pressed.
“Doran,” she choked out. She wanted to ask him to do more, to touch her like he had before, but she suddenly found herself feeling too shy to do so.
It was like he read her mind. She felt his hand at her ankle, slowly dragging her dress up until he could rub her bare center. He looked at her in surprise and she realized then he had expected her to have another covering there. He rubbed her with the palm of his hand and intense warmth spread through her. She grew warmer and warmer, so much so that she wondered if she would be able to stand it. But stopping this now was the absolute last thing she wanted.
He ran the tip of his finger over her opening and she quivered. He pushed it inside, just a bit, and moved his finger up and down. Guinevere moaned. He rubbed her with his palm as he did this and eventually slid his finger in a bit more. She moaned again and tensed up for a second before relaxing and enjoying his touch. Never had she imagined being with a man and having him move his finger inside her, much less that it would feel so amazing. None of this was part of the reason she transformed into a human but she was incredibly glad to have it happen. Being with Doran was the best thing to happen to her in the mess of events that made up her life recently.
“Is this okay?”
Guinevere nodded right as a little whimper escaped her lips. He slid his finger all the way inside her and she felt him move it in a circle. She shut her eyes and curled her hand into a fist so tight her knuckles turned white and her nails dug into her palm. When he slipped a second finger inside her, her eyes shot open and a strange noise left her mouth. It was one of pleasure and surprise but she felt his movement stop for a second. The entire time he was making sure to make her comfortable.
He kissed her deeply as he continued to work her with his fingers. She felt another finger press against the same nub as last time and a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her. She moaned into his mouth as he moved two fingers in and out of her, while a third finger alternated between pressing on and rubbing the extremely sensitive nub. He kissed her neck and she soon felt the intense wave of pleasure take control of her body. Just like last time, she went rigid and shook. She clamped her eyes shut and choked out moans until the pleasure subsided.
Guinevere wasted no time in reaching out and rubbing his rock hard bulge, over the material of his pants. She wanted to feel it, so she impatiently tugged at the fabric. She looked at him for help and he smiled. He reached down between their bodies and opened his pants. She reached in and took hold of his cock, stroking it enthusiastically at once. She ran her thumb over the tip and he sucked a loud breath in between his teeth. She moved down and took him in her mouth. This time she knew what to do. She moved her head up and down and sucked on him at the same time. It was not long before he started to groan throatily in pleasure. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and stroked, her sucking focused on the tip of his cock. This made his hips rise and his groans to get louder. He ran his hand through her long, light blonde locks and she looked up at him.
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.
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