“Now tell me, my angry sex goddess—where were we?” he asked when their tongues had reacquainted themselves.
Taking his hand, she pulled him towards the bed, turning him so that the backs of his legs pressed against the edge of the mattress. With a vicious smile on her lips she moved down his body, fingers digging hard into his hips. Kisses landed on his neck, chest, stomach, her tongue tasting him slowly, playfully as she moved along inch by inch.
Delectable salt flesh. A sensual delight, that body of his.
The fine hairs above his sex were wet with her desire, scented in her musk. She kissed him there, as well, teasing the base of his shaft with her tongue as he drew in a deep breath.
And then, seizing control rather than submitting, she was on her knees before him, taking him in her mouth. Once before, she’d had her lips on him—in her own bed, in her country home.
A world and a lifetime away from this place.
That time, she’d been thinking strategically. Using her sexuality to deceive; denying her want for him. Her need to be one with him, to taste the sweetness of his flesh. She’d told herself in that moment that she’d wanted only to get her hands on a blade. To chase him from her house, never to see him again.
But now, feasting on him was no tactic. This was pure, splendid want. An ache to pleasure him—and to satisfy herself—in every way imaginable.
He was swollen so long that she could wrap both hands around his gorgeous shaft and still get her mouth around him. Unbelievable. So thick that her fingers barely made it around his girth. And to think that this divine creation—this extraordinary, magical cock—was soon going to be inside her. It was enough to make her head spin, intoxication setting in like a wonderful illness.
Astonishingly, with every stroke of her tongue he seemed to grow even more, a sharp pulse telling her again and again of his increasing pleasure.
“Neko,” he whispered, fingers tangling gently in the dark strands of her hair, “The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do is tell you to stop. I want to come for you, sweet thing. But not this way. Not yet.”
With a final, slow lick, she submitted and rose to her feet, right hand still stroking him gently, reluctant to let such a beautiful thing out of her reach.
“So get on the bed,” she said, commanding. “On your back. You will come for me in the way that I choose, Dragon.”
He backed up, throwing himself onto the soft covers. His cock stood tall, inviting her to do with him as she desired. With his right hand he grasped its base, displaying himself for her greedy eyes.
“Do you see what you’ve done to me?” he asked. “You’ve ruined me.”
“I would say that you’re quite improved, actually,” she growled, climbing over him as he’d done to her a few minutes earlier.
She rose to her feet on the bed so that she stood naked over his body, a temporary confidence guiding her. And then, slowly, she lowered herself onto his length, his hardness pulling her open as her eyes locked on his. Those beautiful, ethereal light aqua eyes, telling her everything in that moment of how he felt.
Trust. Adoration. Need. Lust.
All of it a potent mix, feeding their mutual hunger.
As she came down on him she let out a cry, hands reaching for something, a support. His reached for her, his fingers grasping, and she squeezed, the beautiful ache between her legs permeating every nerve.
He really was tearing her in two. So, so deep inside now. So thick. He filled her up, and yet she wanted more.
She rose slowly, weight shifting to her knees, then came down again. Repeated the motion, a little harder. A little faster. Squeezing him, claiming him. Her channel stroking his length as his breaths deepened under her.
And slowly his pelvis began to work in gentle rhythm of its own, guiding his hips upwards in increasingly intense thrusts.
Soft, now, she thought. Don’t break me. Not yet.
“You’re mine,” she whispered, hands letting his go at last as they moved to his cheeks. The words flitted through the air towards him and he caught them, burying them in his soul.
You’re mine.
His lips didn’t move, yet she heard his deep voice as clearly as anything. We belong to one another, Neko. Make me come for you.
Then our bond will be complete.
The Verse
Neko pulled away from his face and took hold of his hands again, guiding them to her breasts as her pelvis rocked over him. He touched her softly, tenderly, as though for the first time. Fingers moved slowly to her nipples, pinching them ever so lightly as she watched, rising and falling over him, reluctant to move too fast for fear that it would end.
“Tell me what you like,” he said, looking up into her face. “What you want.”
“Slip your thumbs over my nipples,” she whispered back, and he obeyed, the softest flick driving her mad as her channel clenched hard around him.
“Is this good?” he asked, knowing full well what the answer was. Her body was giving him every hint of its growing pleasure.
She nodded, arching her back as she came down on him again, her clit making sweet contact with his flesh.
Lumen drew one thumb to his mouth and licked it before doing the same with the other. He stroked her again, her nipples hardening stones under his touch. Never had she felt so much beautiful stimulation in her body, her every nerve charged with possessive, greedy want.
And each time she came down, another jolt of ecstasy filled both of them. Another reminder of how deep inside her he was, how thoroughly connected they were.
As though guided by her renewed confidence, her long fingers went to the delicate place between her legs. So wet, still, from his sweet laving minutes earlier. From her own juices. She stroked herself as she took him in, her eyes closed tight. Knowing that he was watching. That it was pleasing him to see her like this.
In charge, commanding and sensual atop his body.
“Sweetheart,” he whispered, index and middle fingers circling her nipples before giving them the most delicate squeeze. “I want you to come again for me.”
Her smile told him that she would. Yes. Of course I will.
The fact was that her fingers were unnecessary. The mere thought of riding him in this way was nearly enough to bring her to orgasm. But it felt so good, filled her with such a carnal pleasure to know that he could see it all. That he was being invited into her deepest, most exquisite fantasy.
Lumen cheated as he watched, assuming a little of the control, stealing it from her for only a moment. His hips took over, ramming her once from underneath so that she cried out with the gorgeous agony of it all. Then, cruelly, he repeated the motion.
“Lumen—no—oh, God—I’ll—”
Yes, my beautiful girl.
Her breath stopped when the first pulse crashed over her, her channel tightening impossibly around his girth as he sped up his pace, his hands digging into her thighs.
Whatever he called it—making love, bonding—he was fucking her now, and it was the most glorious experience of her life. He was an animal. Powerful. Filled with a need superseding all sense of decorum. He pounded her so fast, so hard, that she thought she might faint from the pleasure of it all.
“Neko, I’m going to come,” he growled. “I’m going to come so damned hard.”
Her eyes popped open and locked on his. “Yes,” she said. “I want it so much, Lumen. You don’t know.”
But he did know. He must have. And with one final burst of need they slammed together, his heat searing her insides.
She cried out, her body cleft in two and yet whole, strong. Empowered. Every Lapsed in London could have heard her yell, but she didn’t care for a second.
You’re mine. My Dragon.
As the words entered his mind he smiled.
And then she collapsed on top of him.
* * *
A few hours later she lay on her back, staring up at the now dark ceiling of glass. No idea what time it was, but it didn’t really matt
er. Time was nothing anymore. They’d been together for minutes, or hours. Or decades. They were bonded now.
It was dark outside, only the dimmest light filtering through the lake into their strange residence.
“The verse that Lyre gave you,” she said softly. He was awake, she knew. She could feel it. “Can you tell me now what it is?”
Lumen rolled over onto his side, propping his head on his hand.
“I suppose I have to trust you completely now that you have so much of me inside you,” he said.
She laughed. What a wonderful thought that was. “I had more of you inside me earlier,” she said. “And I want it again. But for now, give me the verse so that I can be useful to the Dragon Guild. And to my Dragon.”
“All right, I’ll tell you,” he said, stroking a finger over her naked stomach, following the curves of her body. That wondrous form, that he’d come so quickly to worship. The body assigned to kill him, which had done just the opposite, giving him new life and hope. “And you can help me decipher its meaning.”
“I’ll try. But I’m no code breaker.”
He smiled before he spoke. “You’re everything, silly girl.”
“That’s funny—you’re everything too. I think this is mathematically impossible.”
“Either that, or perfect. At any rate, here comes the verse:
A young Saint beheaded—
East facing, feared and dreaded
One sentinel alone
Guards the symbol, carved in stone.”
Neko turned her head and looked at him.
“That’s it?” He nodded, his lips still curved upwards. “Do you know what it means?”
A shake of his head.
“You don’t care right now, do you?” she laughed.
Another beautiful shake.
“Silly man, making me do all the work while you bask in the afterglow of sexual ecstasy.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” he said, fingers still exploring her. “Wait—except for me. You have to do me.”
“I do, do I? So now it’s my duty? And what happened to the refined and poetic words ‘make love’? Suddenly we’re doing each other?”
“Yes, it’s your duty. And you’re quite right; I should be more poetic. You must make love to me. A lot. More than you think is humanly possible, in fact. Every half hour or so would be satisfactory, though more frequent would be preferable.”
Neko let out a laugh. “God, you’d kill me. And what if I say no?”
“Then I’ll cry and beg. Don’t make me do that. It’s not even remotely masculine. Not to mention lacking the dignity that a Dragon should possess.”
“All right,” she said, rolling over to face him, arm folded over her chest in a gesture of teasing modesty. “If you insist, I’ll do you again, tyrannical man. But first we need to figure out the wording of the verse.”
Lumen laughed, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him, his massive arm wrapping around her, their chests crushing together. Her legs stretched around his sides and she let out another joyous, tinkling laugh—almost a giggle.
“You actually manage to be a girl sometimes,” he said. “I love seeing it in you.”
“Well, that’s too bad, because most of the time I do everything in my power not to be a girl.”
“I know you do.” He kissed her nose. “I think that maybe you never got a chance to be one, not really. Your childhood was ripped away from you. Unfairly and wrongly, by the bastards we’re after now.”
Neko’s mind went to her first encounter with a Lapsed. The sight of the beast, tearing at its victim before her young eyes. Until that moment she’d been so innocent. Her world had changed irreparably, and nothing had ever been the same since.
But now, at last, a sort of peace had fallen over her world. Lumen was a calming force, a light in her dark life.
“The good news is that my adulthood is beginning to look up dramatically,” she said. “And do you know—I can’t believe I’m admitting this to you, but you’re the first person who’s ever seen me fully naked? Other than my parents, of course. And the doctor who delivered me, though my parents always insisted that I was born wearing a suit of armour. I’ve covered up for my entire life, even in front of other women in change rooms and such.”
“Something so beautiful should never be covered.” He drew an index finger over her left breast, pausing just above her nipple. “But I’m honoured.”
“You should be.” She manoeuvred to lay her head on his chest for a moment before speaking again. “A young Saint beheaded,” she said. “You know, that rings a bell.”
“Does it?”
“Well—the frustrating thing is that a lot of saints were beheaded. An alarming number, really. Denis, George…”
“Hmm. A woman who knows about decapitated saints. Maybe you’re a psychopath after all.”
Neko laughed. “I had a lot of time on my hands when I was a kid. And my father had a few books about the saints. He studied iconography as a hobby, and he and my mother used to take me to churches and show me the carvings and statues.”
“I see. So then, you’re actually more useful than I thought.”
She slapped his arm. “Gee, thanks for the kind words.” For a moment she pondered the verse again. “But which decapitated saint would it be—in London, particularly?”
“I don’t know,” Lumen sighed. “That’s why I need your brain. Mine was stolen when you so cruelly and selfishly made love to my weak, helpless body, depleting it of oxygen.”
“Poor thing. It seems that your brain—and oxygen supply—were both inside that beautiful appendage that I was sucking?” Neko’s hand slipped down to the place between his legs, giving him a gentle squeeze.
“Yes, I think it was. You’ve sapped me of my intellect.”
“I suspect that your intellect will grow again—and impressively—very, very soon. And maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll steal it again.”
“Fantastic, sexy, perfect woman.” Their lips met briefly before her head found his chest once more, listening to his heart beat against her ear. “Back to the subject at hand. Saint George is everywhere. He’s a definite possibility.”
“Yes. However, he’s famous for slaying a Dragon. So that bastard’s our mortal enemy; hardly the sort that we’d gravitate towards to hide our artifacts.”
“Oh—true. I hadn’t considered that. You know, I can’t remember why he killed the poor thing, exactly. Did it make sexual demands or something? Perhaps it told him that they’d have to make love every half hour. Positively inhuman.”
Lumen chuckled. “No, it wasn’t quite so cruel as I am. If I recall correctly, legend has it that the Dragon was nesting near a water source, and the townspeople, who were too terrified to access the water, asked him to kill it.”
“Nesting near a water source,” said Neko, feigning horror, her head lifting, eyes moving to the ceiling under the lake. “That sounds an awful lot like a Dragon I know.”
“Yes. It’s an eerily familiar tale, isn’t it? And here we are, with mad creatures pursuing us to our nest under the water. History really does repeat itself. Though in our case, let’s hope that no one succeeds at slaying the poor Dragon.”
Neko chuckled again. “Yes, let’s hope. Okay, so George has unofficially been ruled out on account of the fact that he was an arsehole who kills Dragons. But there’s someone else we should consider.”
“Oh?”
“A young Saint, beheaded. Saint Pancras was decapitated when he was a teenager.”
“A teenager, you say? Pity. He probably got lippy with his parents when they told him to stop playing video games.”
“No doubt. Anyhow, he’s all over London. Of course the best known location named for him is the train station. We could start there.”
Lumen thought about it for a minute. “True. Though it’s not a terribly old building. The Relics have been concealed for centuries.”
“Well, maybe someone at the station could hel
p us out. I’ll bet they’ve got some mad employee who knows everything about Pancras. These places usually do.”
“All right, then,” said Lumen, kissing the top of her head. “You beautiful, brilliant creature. We’ll head over in the morning and see what we can uncover. And so the hunt begins.”
“So the hunt begins.”
“But for now, I think I need to hunt something else.”
“Oh?”
“Well, to be specific, my tongue does. There is a creature they say is beautiful, delectable. They call it the elusive clitoris.”
“You’ll never find it.”
“Just watch me.”
“Oh—I think I will.”
Changes
When she awoke several hours later, Neko’s head was on Lumen’s chest again. For a moment she didn’t move, instead revelling in his slow, rhythmic breaths and the steady beats of his heart.
This was bliss. The calm, idyllic joy of a new, unblemished reality.
But even perfection could be interrupted by a bladder in need of relief, and she cursed hers for not letting her remain permanently next to her lover.
Slipping her legs slowly out of the bed, she drew herself up to a standing position. And for a moment a fierce dizziness assaulted her head, as though she’d had too much to drink the previous night. Instinctively she threw a palm to her forehead as though to stabilize herself.
“You all right?” Lumen’s voice was sleepy.
“Mmm,” she said, afraid to nod for fear that it would contribute to the vertigo. “I think so.”
After a few seconds he’d sat up, seeming to come out of the fog of slumber. “You need to be careful,” he said. “The changes we talked about in your body—I was serious about them.”
“Yes, I know. I’m about to discover that I have mad Hunter skills,” she said, turning his way. I’m fine. Stop protecting me.
The last two sentences were mere thoughts, projected towards him.
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