Brother Of The Dark Places

by Miranda Bailey

  I pulled her to me, tasting her lips hungrily as her hands pushed away my shirts, and I removed hers, our pants flew away a moment later. Naked skin came together and turned to flames, or so it felt as her skin brushed against mine. Fire was my friend, it was what I was when I was a dragon, and with Thyra stoking the fire deep inside me, I let her fire consume me.

  I fell back on the soft moss mattress of the bed, taking her with me. I felt her calves straddle my hips, and her breasts flattened against my muscled chest. She grinned down at me, her eyes burning for me as she drank me in. Her lips came to mine and I inhaled sharply of her scent. She smelled so familiar now, a scent that hit me in the stomach whenever I smelled it. I tasted her as I drank in her tongue, teasing it with my own as I sucked at her lips, tasting the flavor of her scent, and savoring it.

  Her fingers clenched on my shoulders and she moved to offer me her breasts. Her hands were planted on each side of my head as I took one, then the other into my mouth to tease the peaks into hard little beads. Her hips ground down into me as I licked the nipple between my teeth with a slow swipe of my tongue.

  “That feels so good, Endre.” I heard her breath above me, and couldn’t stop the grin that stretched my mouth wide. I knew she loved it from the way her hips ground down into my abdomen so deep, with a frantic pace that told me she was close, so close, if only she could hit just the right spot, at just the right time.

  I also knew it because I could just feel the brush of her thoughts against mine. Knowing how aroused she was by my touch deepened my own arousal. It became too much, because she became aware that I was aware, and I had to step back, mentally, or be lost in a mirrored maze of our own creation.

  I stroked a finger down her spine as her hips danced on me, the slender line of her vertebrae was an enticing valley, but I trailed down, until I cupped her ass in my hand. I held her to me before I clenched the globe of flesh, directing her movements as I felt arousal pulse through me. I was so hard it ached, and I felt a pain I hadn’t felt in a long time. The pain of arousal.

  I shuddered for a moment, and thoughts of pulling her down, pulling her right onto the part of me that ached the most for her filled my head.

  “Endre, please...” She gasped as the thoughts flooded my mind, then hers in the next second. “Do it.”

  But I couldn’t yet. I wanted to touch her, to memorize every part of her, before she left me.

  I dipped my hand down, from her bottom to the deep well of her desire. I could hear myself groan as my middle finger sank into her slickness. She was greedy; she needed the release that was just right there, if only I’d give her just that one thing more.

  I pushed, just a little, just enough to get my other hand between us to slide into the valley between her thighs. That’s when she exploded into a release that I could see as hot blue flames but the rest of the world would not witness. They would never see this, because they were not magical. She was also mine, and there would never be another soul that would make her come so hard that her fire burned blue.

  She pushed her hips down, not ready to explore, not ready for slow love-making, but totally consumed with the need to be a part of me, now. She clamped down onto the finger still buried inside of her, as her thighs gripped my sides. I could hear her calling out my name and it made my cock pulse with impatience, but I held on, letting her have this first moment as she lost herself in pleasure.

  Thyra rode it out, my finger on her clit working out every single shiver I could before she collapsed atop me. She wasn’t done though, as I said, Thyra was greedy and she wanted more immediately.

  I felt her slide slickly down my abdomen, until she was straddling my hips. Her small hand found the length of my cock and before I could even enjoy a shiver of pleasure at her touch she sank down onto me. She took me into her tights walls and as her wet heat surrounded me, I forgot about the world outside, I forgot about my past, and my feud with Wruin. There was only Thyra, there was only us.

  Our minds became one as we moved together and I felt a shudder begin in her depths. My fingers found her breasts, cupped the heavy globes and teased at her nipples as the shudder turned to a tight spasm around me.

  “That’s it, Thyra. Let go baby. Give it all to me.” I felt her pleasure as my own, she felt mine as hers, and her dance on my cock became slow, a teasing grip of fascination as she slid up my shaft. She would sink back down and I’d thrust up into her savoring the feeling of being invaded as I invaded her pussy.

  Sweet was the only word for it. Maybe succulent too, she was so wet it was like biting into a ripe peach every time I pushed my cock up into her. I could feel the way it felt to her, and it was blowing both of our minds.

  She leaned down to kiss me, her hips still working on me as we moved together, and rocked together. She gasped and forgot to breathe as the shift caused a pressure against her clit and I moved my hands to cup her ass once more. To grind her in just the right way against my pubic bone.

  My hips moved faster, tighter, entering her deep but quick, teasing at the place within her that made her cry out my name. I clenched my jaw, wanting to wait, wanting to fall into ecstasy with her. I was the one left gasping as her fingers found my own nipples and pinched, the pleasure new and unfamiliar.

  I felt her walls grip me tight, milking me, and could hold myself back no more. I felt my balls contract and pleasure shoot from the tip of my cock as the grip became deeper, tighter, faster, and we fell over the edge together. We truly were one as the world went dark and I experienced her orgasm with her.

  She shook in my arms, lost the ability the speak, and simply shook as we continued to move together, the blue flames surrounding us both now.

  The shaking of our bodies faded far too soon for our liking, but we clung together, shaken by what we’d experienced. We really had been one. I didn’t want to let her go. I didn’t think I could. Not this time.

  Thyra slid from me, her breathing still ragged as she tried to recover from her first experience as the mate of a dragon. I glanced over at her, my breathing already under control. She was weaker than a dragon, but she was strong. I watched her push her hair out of her face, and leaned over to kiss her, the heat on her lips still burning.

  “I will have to find a way to let you go. I’m not sure I can, though, Thyra.” I paused as her striking brown eyes opened and she gazed up at me, pain shadowing her smile.

  “I have to go, Endre. I just...” She sat up, her back a work of biological art, her tattoos a belt around her hips that I wanted to explore once more. Art in two forms, natural and ink.

  “It can wait, my heart. Wruin’s army won’t be here for a while yet, there’s no need to rush. I have people watching and you are safe as long as you are with me. Don’t be afraid. Let me love you one more time.” I whispered the words as a murmur across her collar bones and her hand went to my head, clenching in my hair to push my head down, down to those sensitive nipples of hers.

  I tongued the dark flesh of her nipples, stroked her until she was in a frenzy once more, but this time, I wanted to know her. This time, I wanted to touch every single inch of her before I walked away. Before she left me.

  I couldn’t seem to win. I’d left the world for love, and once I decided to go back into the world, love left me again. I could not blame her, my world was far more dangerous than hers, but that didn’t stop me from wanting what I couldn’t have.

  If she stayed the magic of our mating would slow down her ageing, and mine would speed up, until we found a balance more like natural ageing. We could have hundreds of years together, hundreds of years of love, but this was a threat too far, even for my daring little sailor. She could face drowning, but magic was just too much.

  I gripped her hips to bring her to me, until we faced each other on our sides. Her lips found mine, my own effort to smother protests that she didn’t want to voice anyway, not when my fingers replaced my lips on her nipples. I was in her head once more and her protests and denials melted away as pleasure rac
ed up her spine, straight into her brain.

  I slid my other hand down her body, over her abdomen, so soft and comforting, down her round hips, and further. I found her thighs, still slick with the evidence of our union, and pushed them open to make way for my exploration.

  My fingers slid into her, and my eyes were open and waiting as hers popped open to look into mine.

  “How do you make me feel so good?” She asked before her head fell back in surrender. My finger found the throbbing bud of her clit and circled tightly with the pressure her brain signalled to mine was just right.

  I could feel her pleasure, low in my own abdomen, and wondered why women ever stopped touching themselves if it felt that good. My own head fell back as the pleasure grew within Thyra, until it became something hot and tight and bound to explode.

  I had to stop or we’d both be over the edge in an instant again, and I wanted to know far more of her than that. She whimpered in protest as I moved away, but only to lean over her, my knees on each side of her hips. I took her chin in mine and our eyes locked once more.

  “One more time, Thyra. Then you can go.” I kissed her lips lightly, and then began my exploration. With a wave of my hand a few more candles erupted to give me the light to see her properly. I found an intriguing freckle on the right side of her collarbone and kissed it. My fingers stroked her nipples as I moved down, until her ribs were in my sight, and I stroked down the hills and valleys, a ticklish moment that made us both smile.

  She kept still as my face moved lower, across her belly button and down, to the birthmark on the right side of her lower abdomen. It looked like a winged creature of some kind, small and a light brown that wouldn’t be visible at all if she hadn’t spent so much time in the sun. It was familiar but I couldn’t place it, perhaps my memory of her first day here was the answer.

  I kept going down, my fingers and lips touching her softly, to memorize each spot, to imprint her taste on my brain. When I reached the apex of her thighs she tried to pull me up, too impatient for even this.

  “Don’t make me wait, Endre, please.” Her words were almost a sob, but she hadn’t reached that point yet. I wanted that point. Only then would she have all of me.

  8

  Thyra

  I wanted to grind my fist into my eyes, I wanted to throw him off of me, and climb onto his body once more, whatever I had to do to make this endless ache just go away. His touch wasn’t necessarily sexual, it was gentle, soft, and sweet, but it was driving me absolutely mad!

  I felt my heels pressing into the bed as his breath blew over the wet center of me, and my hands clenched in the soft furs beneath us. He was going to kill me with pleasure, that’s how he was going to keep me here, I decided as his fingers found my folds and opened me.

  I stopped thinking at all when his tongue flicked out to take torture to a new level that sent my brain into a darkness only he had ever given me. I felt the invasion of his fingers within me and wondered at how even his digits could stretch me as he slid into me.

  My thoughts focused on those areas, the spot where his lips sucked and his tongue stroked, and the other one, where he opened me and found another spot that made me moan in surrender. Fuck, how would I survive this? Did I want to?

  I couldn’t even try to hold myself back, to wait, to defy his insistence on my pleasure, because my hips moved on their own, dancing to the rhythm his mouth set. My lips would only release sighs, the only word his name as he stroked my hips into a tilt that ground my ass into the bed. Fuck, it just felt so good.

  I wanted to come on him, around him again, the sensation had been well beyond anything I’ve ever felt before, even with my ex-husband, and I wanted that again, but Endre wanted me to come on his tongue, on his fingers, and damn it was too good to resist.

  His lips sucked at me harder, with far more insistence, and then his fingers began to move. He mimicked the way he wanted to fuck me, the way I wanted him to fuck me, and that strange sensation started all over again. The sensation that I knew his thoughts, that I knew what he felt, and that we were just one single entity.

  I could feel how his cock ached to be inside me, I could feel how he yearned to never stop tasting me, and...oh I could taste myself on his tongue, but as if it were my own tongue and the taste of my own sex made my head spin, the way it made his spin.

  Nothing surprised me now, and I knew I had to give into him, mainly because I couldn’t deny myself the pleasure he gave me. I rode his fingers, his face, until the point where he spoke to me in my head.

  “I want to suck your clit for the rest of my life, my heart. And after I’ve spent a hundred years doing just that, I’ll spend the next one hundred fucking you until you scream.”

  Pleasure throbbed through my clit, an electricity that set off the walls deep inside of me, and I felt how I clamped down on his fingers as an ache of pure bliss. I growled as he tore my world apart, a deep feral sound that would shock me later, but for now, made total sense. My fingers clenched at the furs beneath me, tearing at the fine hairs that made it so soft as my hips pushed into Endre’s face.

  Those beautiful full lips of his never let go of my clit as I moved on him, he never lost me as a frenzy of grinding took over that I could not control. I fucked his face as he fucked me, demanding everything I had to give to him and I gave it gladly.

  I let the tidal wave of pure sensation rock through me with total fascination, lost in the way my stomach rippled in time with everything below, the way my spine tingled as everything went dull around the edges except us.

  I held on for dear life, even as the waves started to ebb and the pulses started to slow. Endre moved as one last shock ran through me, his hands pinning mine over my head as he moved between my thighs and found his home within me.

  His entry was a thrill of stretching, pleasurable escape as he pulled my left knee up to go deeper, to fill me entirely with a cock far larger than anything I’ve ever seen before. I felt my nails dig into his skin as he rocked into me, over and over, his face a mask of concentration as he raced us both toward one more taste of heaven.

  The intensity of his hips thrusting his cock into me increased as I felt his balls tighten between us. He was so close. I touched his face and brought his lips down to mine, a move that left him groaning against my face as his lips slid away, to my cheek.

  “I can’t stop, Thyra. Fuck, I can’t stop. You feel too good.” I let my other leg fall open as he spoke, letting him take whatever he wanted from me. I knew he was going to take me with him because somehow, some magical how, I was a part of him and he a part of me, and I felt everything as he felt it.

  I felt it when he pulsed the first time, an aching relief of exquisite pain that was far more pleasure. I felt the way a snarl tore from his throat as he let himself go. And I felt the mindless glee as he rocked into me one last time and he let me have it all.

  I was right there with him through it all, I felt it all, and knew that I’d never want to leave him now. I had to, but I didn’t want to.

  I clung to him as he sank over me, exhausted from the full-tilt release of it all. My fingers were in his hair, cradling him to my neck as he fought for breath.

  How could I ever let this go?

  The moment was so intimate, so trusting, that I couldn’t speak. I could think though and my thoughts made my eyes sting with tears.

  “It’s alright, Thyra. We’ll figure this out. Please, just don’t go yet. I promised I wouldn’t try to convince you to stay, but I just can’t let you yet. Please.” His words were spoken against my throat, and I was glad for it. He wouldn’t see the tear rolling down the other side of my face.

  I swiped at it with a free hand and inhaled deep before I answered.

  “I just need to think. Let me up.” I pushed at his shoulders and he rolled away instantly. I tried to pull my legs up but they shook too much. I’d need a minute before I could get up.

  A knock came at the door and interrupted whatever else we might have said. Endre
sighed, pushed himself up from the bed, put on his pants, and went to the door.

  “I need to talk to you.” It wasWruin, then.

  I pushed onto my side, reaching for any shirt I found. It was his. I inhaled it as he found the other one and left the room wordlessly.

  “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I heard it in my head but looked up anyway. He was gone.

  I had to wait until I could stand up to put my pants on, then I put on the coat he’d given me earlier and wrapped myself in a fur blanket.

  I don’t know what time it is now, the sun didn’t stay up for long at this time of year from what Endre said, and went out into the remaining light. The sun was already going down and the day just felt odd to me.

  Only a few days before I’d been on my boat, all was right in the world, and I had a direction to head in. The sun went up at the right time, it went down, and the world was as it should be. That storm had done far more than damage my boat, it had changed my entire life. The fact that it had nearly taken it didn’t escape my thoughts either.

  If Endre hadn’t come along and pulled me out of the water I’d have died. He’d saved my life and I owed him for that. I felt him brush against my thoughts and paused. I’d been heading for the camp, curious to see these people from another magical world. He’d sensed my thoughts and was warning me not to go down there.

  This Airitech fellow didn’t sound very nice, at all. He was in that camp somewhere. I looked down the hill at the camp and wondered where exactly he was. I was hoping that some of Endre’s magic had rubbed off on me, that I’d somehow be able to make the worm come to the surface, the way my father used to catch night crawlers when we’d go fishing. He’d spray the ground with water and the fat juicy worms would come up out of the ground.

  Nothing like that happened though, no matter how I glared at the camp. I’d always wanted to be magical, to be able to have a life like the women in the legends my father had told me about. Strong and brave women that stood up for what they wanted. I had that chance now, I realized, even if I wasn’t magical.