She lay on her side, warm and comfortable despite her nakedness. That was probably due to the equally naked human male form curled around her. Garen radiated as much heat as the massive fireplace in the great hall, she’d wager. Kara could feel the light puff of his breath against the back of her neck. One heavy arm was draped over the curve of her hip. The other rested beneath her, massive hand curled over her ribcage. The entire length of his body was pressed tight to hers.
The crinkle of his chest and belly hair rubbed against her back and buttocks with each inhale and exhale. The fur of curls on his legs brushed against her smooth skin as he tangled his muscular calves with hers. His cock was still buried inside her. He was still big and hard within the slick confines of her pussy, though he no longer possessed the extra inches to push all the way into her womb.
Kara felt the slight rasp of his beard against her cheek as he brushed his mouth against her ear. “When did you know it was me?”
She snorted, cocking a brow. “By the fire last night. I could hear it in your voice.”
He raised his head, blue eyes glinting with surprise. “You didn’t.”
Kara slid her hand over her belly to twine her fingers with his and leaned up to nip at his full lower lip. “I did. And then, of course, I knew I was right when I watched you change by the lake.”
His dark brows rose and his lips twitched up into a wicked grin. “You saw me at the lake?”
“I watched you bathe and looked long at your wet, naked body.” She undulated against him, her own smile wide. “And then I saw you turn into a great, black beast with ebony wings and scales the color of the midnight sky, and you flew away from me.”
He flexed his hips, sliding the hard length of his cock deep into her slippery pussy. “It was either that or take you right there, by the fire, with Mervyn on the other side of the clearing.”
The wet glide of his shaft inside her was a sweet friction. Not the same as the almost painful sparks of arousal she’d felt before, but so good. Deep and hot and languorous. She pressed back into the cradle of his thighs, squeezing him with her inner muscles. Garen groaned. Kara chuckled breathlessly. “I’m glad you waited. Though,” she gasped as his hand slid up her ribcage to tenderly cup her breast, “I think he probably still knows what we’re doing. You’re not exactly quiet, my lord.”
Garen grunted as she wriggled her hips. “I can’t help it. You feel so good around me, Kara. So hot. My sweet little fireball.” He bent to press his mouth to hers. “And don’t ‘my lord’ me. You had no trouble calling me ‘Garen’ before.”
Kara reached back to grip his hip and pull him harder against her. She slid her other hand into the thick fall of his dark hair and pulled his mouth back to hers. “I will call you what I like, when I please. Now, kiss me, my lord.” She nipped at his lower lip with a grin.
He obliged her, covering her mouth with his and plunging his tongue inside. Their hips moved in sync as he glided in and out of her slick channel. She held tightly to him as he thrust into her hard and quick. Their bodies slapped together. Kara rocked her hips, sliding herself along the length of his cock.
“Yes! Oh, god, Garen, please! Just like that!” she moaned. He rolled her nipple between his calloused fingers, sucking at her tongue while his shaft slipped in and out of her wet pussy. He splayed his other hand over the curve of her belly, cupping it as he drove up and into her. The tip of his little finger strummed at her engorged clit.
“That’s it, sweet. Squeeze me with your silken pussy. Make me cum. Let me fill you up.” Garen groaned the words into her mouth in time with his rapid thrusts.
The honeyed friction began to seep out along Kara’s nerves, sliding through her muscles and veins. She could only chant Garen’s name, and ‘yes’, over and over again. While her last orgasm had been an ever tightening coil that finally snapped, this was a wash of dissolving sweetness that poured through her, warm and sugared. She cried his name again at the last as her body rippled and quivered around him.
Garen drove into her one last time, burying himself entirely within her spasming sheath. He pressed the wide, spongy head of his cock against the mouth of her womb and held himself there as he throbbed and spurted deep inside Kara’s clutching pussy. He held her tight in his arms, and she clung to him, as the last shivers subsided. Garen’s panting breath was hot on her cheek.
“Next time, maybe we can try this in a bed.” She chuckled, kissing his sculpted lips.
“Next time,” he agreed, stroking her belly. “And the time after that too. I’m not as young as I once was.”
Kara’s brow arched. “How old are you?”
He drew back slightly, grinning. She winced as his cock slipped out of her, sore and empty. Her thighs were slick with a combination of their fluids and she ached in places she didn’t know could ache. But pleasure and happiness still burned within her like a sun.
Garen’s grin, however, dissolved into a frown. “Does it hurt badly? You are very small compared to me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Is this the part where you tell me most women would be sobbing and fainting or some such behavior?”
His blue eyes twinkled. “I wouldn’t dare.”
Kara kissed him again and then pulled his arms tight around herself. She snuggled back into the warm embrace of his body and closed her eyes as a delicious lethargy flowed over her like a blanket. “Good. But Garen?”
“Hmmm?” he replied. She could hear the tiredness in his voice as well. She pressed her mouth against the back of his hand.
“Next time, the bed.”
He brushed his lips against her bare shoulder. “As you wish, my lady.”
Kara fell asleep with a smile on her face.
***
Kara stared out of the topmost window in the highest tower of the keep. All of the mountain was laid out below her in the bright afternoon sunlight like a wealth of jewels. The lush greens and yellows of the forests and fields like emeralds and citrines, the sparkling blues and whites of the rivers and lakes like diamonds and sapphires. Like Garen’s eyes. And in the distance, the glint of the sun from the red brick of the village church, winking like a ruby.
Her father’s farm was there, a thin plume of white smoke rising from the chimney. And everywhere her gaze fell, prosperity. She looked forward to another visit with her siblings soon. As soon as she could travel safely, of course. It had taken time, and coaxing - she’d had to convince both Garen and Mervyn - but she’d finally persuaded her dragon to reveal himself to the villagers. No more hiding behind his servant to avoid attack in human form. And with her help, they had formed an alliance. There was no villager, crofter, or farmer who would dare to harm the dragon now within hundreds of miles. They not only kept his secret, they actively protected it.
In return, he protected them. No other beasts, not ogres or giants or packs of the enormous and vicious dire wolves, dared challenge the dragon. Garen ruled his lands in harmony with the people, and everyone flourished.
“And one day,” she murmured, petting the immense bulge beneath the fine silk of her dress, “this will all be yours, my son.”
Garen’s strong arm slid around her waist. “His and his sister’s.” He pressed a kiss against her temple. Kara rubbed her palm against the coarse hair of his beard and smiled at the sleepy, auburn-haired toddler resting her cheek against Garen’s broad shoulder. She leaned over to brush a kiss against the girl’s forehead.
“Yours, too, of course, my love. And don’t worry, I won’t let your Papa sell you to a strange man for a chest of gold like mine did.” She winked as the little girl’s bright blue eyes slid closed.
Garen grimaced. “Did you have to tell her that story?” Kara chuckled, drawing his mouth down to hers for a long, sweet kiss.
“She wanted to know how we met. Don’t worry, I left out the naughtier bits.” She waggled her eyebrows at him. Garen laughed, reaching down to stroke the curve of her ass through the fabric of her skirts.
“Well, then,
I won’t tell our son how I once saw a farmgirl picking plants in the forest and decided I had to have her exquisite arse.”
She settled back against Garen’s broad chest with a sigh and looked out across the lush land below her. She listened to the sound of her dragon’s heartbeat, and the soft breathing of her sleeping daughter, and caressed the bulge of her belly again. “Tell him whatever you like. You appreciated my lovely arse, I despised your trunk of gold. It doesn’t so much matter how it began, does it? Only that it did.”
The End
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