by Viola Grace
“Yes.”
“Please remove your clothing and lie face down on the table. If you like, I can leave the room for a few minutes.” She turned to prepare the second sheet, then saw him unbuttoning his shirt with a lack of concern.
“I am fine with it if you are.” The challenge was obvious. He was quite an impressive specimen, and as he removed his clothing, she found that he was older than he looked.
With a dragon, you could tell the age by their bodies. He bore a series of scars that she acknowledged as territory dispute markings. The claws of another dragon had plowed through his golden skin. His hair was quite long, hanging below his shoulders within the confines of a strip of leather. It was a rich chestnut which contrasted starkly with his golden eyes. When he undid his pants, she watched with interest.
From what she had heard, dragon scales remained on the phallus, no matter the form he took. Huh. Nope. His cock was a slightly darker shade of gold than his skin, but was snug in a nest of silky chestnut curls, just like a normal male. The lack of hair on his chest had made her wonder, but
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now her curiosity was satisfied.
“Are you enjoying the view?”
She jumped. She had been lost in her own thoughts, and most of them x-rated. “Oh, yes. Quite nice. Now if you would lie face down on the table please?”
He looked startled, but moved to do as she asked. His cock had begun to rise under the attention that it was getting. When she had him settled to her satisfaction, she flipped the second sheet over him and moved to get the warmed oil.
Apparently he was not used to being referred to as ‘quite nice’.
She placed it on the table and coated her hands, then applied herself to her work. “Wind and wards you are tense, Mr. Ringler.” She worked at the taut muscles and smiled when he grunted at the force she was required to apply.
“Oh, I should have warned you, therapeutic massage can lightly bruise tissues. You will be more relaxed, but the first day you’ll feel like you have been hit by a truck.” An evil grin spread across her face as he made a harsh sound as she bent to her work.
It was well over half an hour of hard work later that she asked him to flip over. As he turned, not without some difficulty, she flexed her hands and wiped the sweat off of her brow. “Just lie back Mr. Ringler. Do you have any other spots of tension
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beside your back and neck?”
“You can call me Decklyn.” He shifted around and draped the sheet across his hips. It tented in a most obvious way. “My neck and hands are the only residual bits of tension. Unless you would be willing to address my erection.”
“That is not a muscular problem, that’s a hydraulic one.” She smiled and moved behind his head. Rubbing her slicked hands up his neck and pulling gently on his skull. Being this close to an attractive aroused man was having an effect on her. But she had to put her job first.
“Ah, but would you be willing to address it? You didn’t answer that.” His upside-down smile was engaging, and she smiled back when she saw his hunter’s gaze on her breasts. It wasn’t like he could miss them, but she did bind them down when she worked or they got in the way.
“Not while I’m working. But contact me another time, and we’ll see what we can do. Now let your head relax.” She continued the stroking her hands from his shoulders, up his neck, and to the back of his skull, flipping his hair out of the way each time.
The smile this time exposed his pointed white teeth. Dragons could not hide their eyes, or their teeth. It was a flaw of the magic that let them change shape. Or a warning to their prey.
In silence, she continued down his arms,
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kneading the tight skin and digging into the muscle underneath. Each arm was treated thusly, and then she came to his hands. She loved a man’s hands.
She sighed heavily and kneaded the tension out of his fingers. Tugging at each finger until they were totally relaxed and his eyes closed in bliss. Her fingers slid through his and she felt a tugging at her womb. It was not unexpected. She had been attracted to him from the start.
The liquid heat that she began generating caught her by surprise, though. His arousal had not diminished as she worked, and having that pillar beckoning her was shaking her self-control. She caught her own scent and flinched.
If she could smell her own heat, then he surely could. The satisfied smirk on his face stated as much. His eyes had flared open at the first rush of wetness that delivered her interest to him, and he was watching her massage his hands with a hunter’s attention. A hunter being stroked by his prey.
The hour was up. With a relieved sigh and shaking hands, she stood and removed the oil from her skin with one of her towels. “There, all done.” Over her shoulder she quipped, “Was it good for you?”
His voice was husky and far too close as he responded, “Not yet, but it will be.”
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“What?” She began to turn and felt a sudden rush of magic flow over her. She had no chance to defend herself and buckled under the wave of lust that followed in it’s wake. Her eyes searched Decklyn’s and she realized that she had been caught in his glamour. She fainted into his arms.
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Chapter Three
eat, everything was hot. Damn. He had given her a full dose of his glamour and left her sensitive to the slightest thing. Right now it was heat, and it was coming from her clit. Perhaps it had something to do with the dark head between her thighs working his tongue into the folds and petals of her sex, flicking her clit with his tongue on the upstroke, sipping at her nectar as she flowed freely. H
She refused to moan, her throat was aching and air was whistling in and out of her lungs with a vengeance. She was normally vocal when she had sex, but she was damned if she would give the dragon the satisfaction.
Her fingers dug into the sheets she was lying on and her thighs flexed in reaction to his ministrations. She began to shiver and recognized that her orgasm was an instant away, so did he. He pulled away, and replaced his mouth with the erection that she had admired earlier.
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Her lip was bloody where she had bit through it. And with her eyes closed, she never saw his face approaching hers, but she did feel the delicate flick of his tongue in harsh contrast to the heavy thrusts of his hips. He carefully licked the blood of her mouth.
She opened her eyes in statement and that is when it hit her. Her orgasm roared through her, and her eyes were on his when the pleasure storm hit. Her mouth opened, but she still refused to make a sound. Her body shook and spasmed around him, then slowly relaxed, one muscle at a time.
He frantically thrust into her quiescent body and shook in his own release, his head resting on her shoulder, his teeth digging lightly to her.
“You taste like the forest.” It was the first sentence she had heard since she came too.
“You taste like a dragon.” It was heat, musk and magic.
“But you are human as well, it is in your blood.”
That irritated her. “Why are you tasting my blood?”
“Because, I have you in my power and I want to know more about you.”
“You have me in your power? How?”
“Check your ankle.”
The conversation had been held while his head
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was on her shoulder, his cock softening within her. His weight kept her from moving.
She slowly lifted her left ankle and saw a manacle there. She tugged at it and it was attached to a chain, probably bolted to the floor.
She took a deep breath, absorbing the scents of sex, dragons, musk and the room, then sent a bolt of power through her leg to blast off the manacle. It didn’t budge, but the power did fly around the room, as if seeking a home. Eventually zapping her in the right buttock.
“Ow! What the hell was that?” Her hand belatedly went to the damaged
spot.
“You tried to open the lock?” His head was still in the joint between her neck and shoulder, she felt his tongue snake out to lick at the little wound he had left behind. She shivered and felt her nipples rise in response against his chest. Her skin healed as his tongue lapped at her wound, closing under the effect of his saliva. He began to swell inside her as he tasted her blood.
“Of course I did!” What did he think? That she jumped and slapped herself in the ass all the time?
“Why don’t you just enjoy yourself for now?”
“Because you have me shackled to the bed?!”
A wave of lust went through her- that damned magic again. He had no qualms about throwing her into a frenzy of lust. “Is it really so bad?”
“It isn’t that. I just like to be on top.” She
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pouted prettily and he raised his head to look her in the eye. After a long moment staring into his golden eyes, she found herself flipped through the air and she landed astride him. His hard shaft still buried to the hilt within her.
All of the air huffed out of her lungs and she shivered and gasped as another wave of magic ran through her. “That’s cheating!” Her hands braced against his abdomen to keep her torso from collapsing against him.
An innocent smile was her answer. “What is?” Considering that his hands had reached up to fondle her breasts, and were devilishly working her nipples, the innocent act was taking it a little far.
“Running magic through me like that!”
His hips raised against her and she felt the deep stroke to her soul. “Oh? What ever could be wrong with it?”
“It’s giving you an unfair advantage.” She began to raise and lower her hips, riding him with slow, luxurious strokes.
“Ah, well, against women, I’ll take any advantage that I can.” As she lowered her hips with a twist and a rocking motion, he thrust upward. Hard.
She shrieked and went over the edge again, forgetting her vow not to let him hear her scream.
Her body arched against his and he held her
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hips to him, letting her have the full measure of her release as he rocked her against him. As she subsided, and her dazed eyes met his, he grinned again and flipped her so that she was now beneath him, on her knees.
She mewled as he pulled out of her to reposition them, and gasped as he thrust deep once more. This time, driving for his own pleasure. She heard the harsh breathing and the sharp slapping sounds as they came together. Her body pushed back to meet his oncoming thrusts as her gasping took on a more urgent tone.
She had always had a ‘hair trigger’ and it didn’t take her long to dance on the edge of her orgasm once again. This time he was with her, and as he began to pulse and shudder inside her, she felt his teeth digging into her shoulder once again.
The combination of pleasure and pain was too much and she screamed, trying to buck him off as her own body shivered and convulsed in a welter of confused sensations.
His weight bore her to the bed and she floated through her own mind absently. Thinking about how warm he was, and how heavy. She dozed off, only vaguely noting that he slipped out of her body and curled her against him before he nodded off as well. One hand held her hips against him, and the other cupped a breast. Wow, he was warm.
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A phone was ringing. It was a cell phone. No other ring could be that annoying. The warmth went away and she looked up, frowning.
“Hello?” Decklyn was standing beside the bed, his back to her. Man, he had a great ass.
“Yes, Dominick. She’s fine.”
“The Az demon never showed up.” He nodded to the voice on the other end of the line. “She’s going to stay with me until we get this settled.”
He turned and found her watching his backside. “Sure, she’s right here.”
He extended his hand to her, and she took the phone, winking at his smirking face.
“Hi Dad.” She rolled her eyes and glared at the dragon as he started to flex for her benefit. A series of muscleman poses almost had her laughing at him, she threw a pillow at him instead.
“Hey, Walnut. How are you?”
“I’m fine. What’s going on?”
“Well, you know that trouble that Alby and Imaran had with the Az demon that his ex sent after her?” He had ducked out of the way and was now weighing the pillow in his palm. He shrugged, dropped it and went into an adjoining room.
“Yeah.” She was wary now. That had almost cost her cousin her life.
“It’s after you.”
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“WHAT?!”
She heard a deep sigh, and knew that her father was trying not to hide anything from her. “Apparently the demon decided that since Alby wasn’t killed, and you helped with the lamp misdirection, you had to be to blame.”
“Oh, crap.”
“Cathal is coming after you. It has put a hit out on you.”
“Oh, crap.”
“That is why I contacted Decklyn. He’s willing to protect you, for a price.”
“What price?”
Now her father got quiet, which was not like him. He was normally very forthright with her.
“What price, Dad?”
“He wants a child. That means a woman who isn’t sensitive to dragon venom. In this case, that means you.”
“So this was an elaborate charade? My going to his office and his appointment with RR? Is Bethany in on this?” Ok, she was a bit shrill, a demon was after her- she felt entitled.
“No. No, Walnut. Decklyn had his choice of ways to get to you. We just left it up to him. He thought that it might be the best way to get you alone.”
She put her forehead in one hand and began to rub at the tension that was rising. “Fine, so did
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you take care of my equipment and my car?”
“Yes, they are both at your house. Safe and sound.”
“How is Mom taking this?”
“Not well. She has every plant in a six hundred mile radius from your location, watching for any disturbances. The second Cathal moves, the Warders will be there.”
“If I’m not dead by then.”
“Walnut! Don’t say things like that. Decklyn is going to keep you safe. No matter what.”
“Sorry, I love you Dad. Take care of yourself.”
“You too, Walnut. Be safe.” The line went dead and she disconnected the phone.
Stunned, she sat still against the pillows. She shifted her left leg and heard the clink of the manacle against the chain. This was not how she had planned her week to go.
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Chapter Four
Decklyn had left the room during her phone conversation. She looked around and found an open door. The flushing noise gave her a good idea as to the nature of his departure.
He wandered back into the room, completely unconcerned with his nudity. Fine with her, she was never one for clothes if she could help it. She sat back against the headboard with one leg bent, the other straight in front of her.
“So, you have gallantly offered your services to assist me in avoiding the hit on me?” Her thighs were sticky with cum, the scent was thick in the room. He sat facing her on the edge of the bed.
“Well, it isn’t like I wasn’t offered something in return.” His hand caressed the bite that he had left on her neck, a blue trace appearing under her skin. It was the venom that he had injected her with, beginning it‘s journey through her system.
It used to be thought that a dragon’s lust would kill a woman, but later it was found that it was the
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venom they exuded when they tried to reproduce that did the job. To breed a dragon, the egg needed to be fortified to support the offspring. The venom acted in this manner. It ran through the mother’s bloodstream and toughened the DNA in the egg, infusing it with the magic needed to support
a dragon.
For a normal woman, this process had the effect of draining her, leaving her womb unable to support life after the dragonet had been born. She would only have the one child.
Magical creatures were better able to tolerate the venom and the effect on their eggs. Decklyn had probably jumped at the chance to have a magical female handed to him.
“You know that he had no right to offer me to you?” She had all the power of the modern woman’s fury at her disposal. No one had the right to hand her off.
“Not by dragon standards. The father has the right to arrange the mating of any of his female offspring.”
“I am not a dragon.”
He was stroking her hair now, untangling it absently. “No, but your great-great-grandfather was. Livonath was the one who gave me the rights to you. Your father only gave me the information that I needed to keep you safe.”
“Livonath gave his blessing? When?”
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“Thirty years ago, when you were born.”
That impressed her, a little. “And you waited this long? Wow, I hate to wait for microwave popcorn.”
“Arranged matings are the dragon way. You are worth every second that I waited.” His golden eyes were glowing violently again. She knew what that meant.
“Oh, no, mister. Not until I clean up.” She put one hand out and slapped it over his mouth as he started to bring his head to hers. She felt his lips twitch against her palm and smiled. “I am sticking to myself, and everything else here.”
“Did you know that your cum tastes like maple syrup?” His eyes were dancing as he mumbled that observation against her hand.
“Yes, I did.” She stood on wobbly legs. “Now you can change the sheets, so that I am no longer the victim of the wet spot, and I am taking a shower.”
