Eye of the Dragon (Vision of a Dreaming God) (Fallen Drakon Empire Book 3)

by Diana Drakulich

  “Can you deny this?” He waved a hand between his bulge and her pussy - “This passion between us? Long have I waited for you my sweet pussy. Now take off your clothes.”

  She pulled away. As if hesitating. Make him work for it.

  “Do it. I know you want to. You have been teasing me, begging me for days now.” His long fingers brushed her pussy, tickling her core.

  Placing her fingers under her tshirt, Roxanne lifted it, revealing her smooth belly. Wriggled her hips.

  “Slowly.” Zoran commanded, his expression awed, devout. Warm palm doing slow circles over her belly.

  Rolling her shoulders Roxanne lifted her shirt higher showing the underside of round succulent breasts to reveal her nipples.

  “Ahh…” The Drakon breathed, an expression of reverence on his face. His warm fingers palmed her breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples, making her core clench. “So sensitive. Take it all the way off.”

  With a sensual roll of her shoulders she pulled the shirt over her head. Tossed it to the side. If only my strip poker games aboard the Golden Door were this exciting.

  “Beautiful. So suckable. These breasts will make our babies grow big and fat.” Bending his head he licked and sucked one nipple then the other, his palm rubbing her pulsating vagina.

  “Now take these off.” His fingers tickling under the waistband of her shorts.

  Their bodies undulating, rocking together. An age old dance to a silent, eternal rhythm.

  She undid her shorts, sliding them down over her hips. His long strong fingers following the material down, gliding over her firm ass.

  “Oh aye.” He groaned, squeezing her butt cheeks, pulling her mound against his bulge. Grinding against her.

  Roxanne dangled her shorts by two fingers, twirled them in the air and tossed them aside, in the opposite direction of her shirt. She wore no underwear. Who needed underwear on a hot humid planet populated by hot warriors?

  “Hmmh” He hummed, inhaling deep. “Your scent is driving me mad. I need you...my Beauty.” He pulled his torn tunic overhead to reveal broad muscular shoulders and step ladder abs.

  She licked and kissed from the cleft in his shoulder down to gently bite a nipple.

  “Ah! You sting me. I like that. Bite the other one.”

  She licked a kiss and a nip to his other nipple, one hand palming and rubbing his protuberant bulge.

  “You make me want to eat your bread.” His voice a sexy purr.

  “No-oo please don’t eat my bread. I just baked that bread.” She protested in mock fear.

  “So you want to eat me instead? Taste my god-cock?” He released a blast of enhanced pheromones that sent her head spinning. “On your knees Beauty.”

  Adoration of his succulent `god-cock’ dancing in her head, Roxanne sank to her knees. She reached for the lacings of his leggings.

  “Did I give you permission?”

  “No…Master.” Game ON. She was more than willing.

  Putting a finger under her chin he lifted her face. “Look in my eyes when you speak to me.”

  Gazing up at him through long lashes, turquoise eyes shining, she was thrilled by the torrent of golden energy shining through his eyes. He stroked his knuckles along her cheek. Placed a strand of hair behind her ear. Leaned down to kiss her soft pouty lips.

  “Now you’re getting the idea. Even if the woman secretly runs the show, Drakon men have big egos. We need respect.”

  She inhaled his musky spicy fragrance, so addicting it made her want to climb his body like a tree. But she waited.

  “You want to touch my sacred one-eyed serpent? Go ahead. Take him out.” He waved at his bulge.

  “Oh thank you...Master. I worship at your feet.” Roxanne smirked.

  An irrepressible tease, she was thrilled to finally get down and dirty with this sexy beast. She pulled off his soft boots. Unlaced his leggings. Slowly sensually rocked his pants down. Tossed them away.

  His eager shaft sprang out, hot, hard. Ready.

  She waited obediently for his next command as he palmed his base, rubbing and tugging on it until the crown swelled and reddened, leaking clear precum. He released a soft groan, overcome with need for her.

  “Lick the head.”

  Fondling his stiff cock with both hands she kissed the crown, licking, sucking the sensitive silky skin.

  “Uh-hh…” He growled. “That’s it Beauty. So good.” His fingers sank into her hair, caressing her scalp. “Now lick down to the base. Yeah…Ah-hh.” He groaned, throwing his head back. “Up and down. Like that. Fondle my balls, like a good little pussy. Uh-hh.”

  He pulled her head back by the hair. “Keep your eyes on mine. I like to see the expression in your beautiful eyes.”

  Holding his phallus at the base the Drakon touched her face with it, rolling it over her cheeks, her eyes. Roxanne was stunned when a shockwave of energy leapt from his tip to her face.

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  “Lean back, put your hands on your ankles.” Zoran commanded her.

  When she did, he touched her nipple with his god-cock. And it happened again, a brilliant, tantalizing current of energy shot into her breast at the touch of his magic phallus.

  “You see?” He caressed her face as she knelt before him. “It’s Magic. Now suck. Make my seed rise. Keep looking in my eyes.”

  She sucked and licked up the endorphin-laden drops of precum that rose to the tip of his tumescent phallus.

  “Uh-hh I like to see a beautiful woman kneeling. You worship not me but the life-giving Force that flows through me and into you. My sweet pussy.”

  Fingers sinking into her hair, the Drakon twisted it in his hand then pulled her head back for a deep carnal kiss.

  “Suck more.” His heavy balls drew up under her hand. Releasing a low animalistic groan he threw back his head. “Enough.” He pulled her lips off his cock with a pop. “I can’t take anymore. Let us lie together. I smell your bread is ripe and wet. I want to taste it.”

  Zoran lay down on his side on the furs, a hand propping up his head. She laid down facing him, staring into glimmering golden eyes.

  He took her hand. Placed it over his heart.

  “Roxanne, if you leave me, know that you will take a piece of me with you. Wherever I go, whatever I do, I will always be looking for your beautiful face, your shining eyes. Don’t think I give my heart easily Roxanne. Nay. I guard my heart well, for it can make you love a Rasta.” The shadow of a sad smile slid across his face.

  “What we do here tonight is not just play. For me it is mating. I am giving myself to you. All that I am. All that I have.” He traced a hand over her hip, down her thigh. Ran it between her pressed thighs. “Open.”

  She smiled into his eyes. Spread her legs.

  His hand stroked her slick folds. “Do you want me Roxanne? Tell me. My inner beast needs to hear the words.” His fingers rubbing, circling her sparkling clit.

  “Please Zoran. I want your hot hard cock inside me so bad.”

  Gazing into his heavy-lidded, yet laser intense eyes, she inhaled his spicy pheromone-laden scent, her mind spinning in a miasma of desire.

  “In your language what do you call this?” The Drakon motioned, the fingers of his left hand in an `O’ and the pointer finger of the other hand going in and out through it.

  “Ahh, we call that sex or fucking.”

  “Fucking? A harsh-sounding word for something so soft, smooth, slick…” His fingers trailing along her channel, swirling over her naked pussy.

  “Some say `Fuck’ is an Old English abbreviation. Something like - `For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge In the Nude’ - FUCKIN.” She smiled. “Others say it means `Fornication Under Consent of King’ - FUCK.”

  “We call your Fucking - `Stirring the Milk’.”

  “Stirring the Milk?” Sultry lips curved, teasing.

  “Aye. Gods on one side demons on the other, stirring the cosmic milk of creation.” He said, rocking those lithe hips. Sliding his rigid erection up and down h
er slick channel.

  “So what do you say when you want to get it on with a girl - Hey baby how bout we go - stir some milk?” Her voice husky, needy. “Or, Hey baby wanna milk my jizz?”

  Roxanne’s attempt at humor fell flat with a thud.

  “Your ‘fucking’ is a serious act with us. Single Drakon men don’t `stir the milk’ with breedable girls. Only with experienced single women who are past breeding age. That is how we learn what women want.”

  “Stirring the milk...gods on one side, demons on the other…” She mused. “That’s about it. Sex is creation. It’s sin. And we love it.”

  “Drakon men are trained to control our seed from a young age.”

  “How so?”

  “For one thing I can climax without spending my seed.”

  “Really? You can climax without ejaculating? I didn’t know a man could do that.”

  “Aye we can. It takes concentration and practice. In this way we can have multiple climaxes, like a woman. Because we do not spend, our climaxes are more intense and last longer.”

  “Amazing. Will you show me?”

  “It is my privilege to serve you.”

  “Please. I am dying to have sex with you Zoran. You are hot as hell.”

  “Tell me more. I need to know how much you want me.” He palmed his raging hard-on. Pulling, tugging on it. Rocking his hips, lightly brushing her core with his velvety erection. “Beg me.”

  She placed a hand over his and squeezed as he stroked himself. Her other hand fondling, rolling and tickling his balls.

  “Please Zoran, my hot sweet pussy is begging you. You have been torturing me long enough. I need you. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

  The look in the Drakon’s expressive eyes was one of total focus. His muscled body held the coiled poise of a predator the instant before it pounces.

  “There is one thing you need to understand Beauty - for me this is not just `fucking’. It is mating. You know the difference?” His warm lips plucked and sucked her nipples, first one then the other.

  She could only stare at him wide-eyed.

  “Ah they say silence has its own voice. Its own language. I see from your eyes that you don’t fully understand. You want me to satisfy your urges of the moment. Then tomorrow you will wish me a sad goodbye.”

  She felt him mentally pulling away from her. A coldness came between them and she hated it.

  “Zoran - I can’t commit to this `mating’. How can I live without my computer, without modern medicine? Without all the modern amenities i am used to?”

  “Ah - Always it comes down to these `amenities’.”

  “I will show you a real amenity.” The Drakon took her hand and placed it over his tumescent cock. “Hold me. Rub me. Show me that you need me. I have been dreaming of this moment Roxanne.” He groaned.

  “Open your legs.” Zoran stroked her slick pussy, circling and rubbing her clit. “This is what you need. This is real life. A good man, a warrior who will provide for you. Keep you safe. Give you children to love.” His voice deep, throaty, hot as sin. “What machine, what amenity can compare with this?”

  He kissed her pussy, invading her mound of desire with his thick sensuous tongue. Lightly sucked her clit. Ah!

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  “For Drakons sex is a sacred act. It means we become as One. Forever linked. But I will not be your boy toy until something better comes along, like your rescue ship.”

  As he spoke, the Drakon’s fingers gently invaded Roxanne’s core. Ah yes! Circled her sensitive nub. His lips moved to nipping and then sucking her taut nipples. His hips lightly rocking, brushing her core.

  Oh how she wanted to feel that beautiful big dick thrusting inside her. But I can’t lie. I can’t tell him the words he needs to hear – that I will stay with him on Rastabahn?

  “I just don’t know Zoran. I’ve only known you such a short time.”

  “Then I will give you the satisfaction you crave, but I will not penetrate your beautiful pussy. For me to do that before you are fully committed would pain my heart.”

  Taking his cock in hand he used it like a large soft finger, sliding it over her slick core to rub her clit. And she marveled how perfectly shaped it was for her pleasure.

  The Drakon kissed her lips warmly, adoringly while sliding his phallus back down to her needy channel. Then slowly sensuously back up again to rub her clit. With complete focus. As if they had all the time in the world.

  “Let it happen Roxanne.” His words caressed her. “Let yourself go. I am here for you. I will take you higher. I am on fire for you Beauty. Can you feel how much I want you? How much you mean to me?”

  It felt as if his `god-cock’ was shooting fiery impulses into her clit.

  “Open your legs wider.” She felt his thick warm tongue slithering through her folds, circling her clit. “Are you going to be a good girl now? Do as I tell you?”

  “Yes Daddy.”

  “Good girl. That’s so good baby. Hmmm,” His melting lips hummed against her vagina. Tingles shot through her veins. “You taste better than wild honey.”

  He licked then sucked on her clit. Kissed her labia with the dedication that a lover kisses a woman’s mouth. His hands pinching, rolling her nipples at the same time.

  His movements dangerously languorous, like a great serpent, writhing, endlessly coiling in the throes of mating.

  He lifted his head to rest on his elbows. Gazed into her eyes. Kissed her lips.

  “Taste yourself. Suck my tongue.” She devoured his mouth as he ground his cock against her core.

  Abruptly his expression changed, turning sad. “What will I do when you are gone Roxanne? Who can I love if not you? There is no one to take your place in all of Rastabahn. I will wander as a lost soul. Maybe I will go to White City and fight the Rasta to the end.”

  “Oh Zoran - Please NO. Don’t even speak of such things.”

  She gazed deep into those riveting golden eyes slashed by black brows as he undulated over her, tickling, stroking her slick folds with his silky blunt-nosed, `one-eyed serpent’. Her hips writhed, mindless, out of control.

  “You like that Hmmmh?” His fragrant breath washing over her face.

  “Yes Zoran. I love everything you do. Everything you are.”

  He moved back down to lick her mouth of desire, then lick her pearl with his hot, fat wet tongue. Shaking his tongue, vibrating, he purred, growling deep in his throat like a great cat.

  “Zoran...” She moaned, her back arching into a bow of passionate lust.

  “Aye Beauty. Come for me.”

  He pushed two fingers into her slick vagina, curving them forward to stimulate her G spot. It sent her wild.

  “Say my name.” His breathing deep but not ragged. In control.

  She glanced down and saw that he was rubbing and palming his raging hard-on as he licked her clit. He groaned with pleasure and this set her off.

  “Oh yes Zoran... so good.”

  Fireworks burst straight up from her clit as if he was pressing on a magic button that shot energy through her body. Exquisite sensations exploded. Rippling waves electrified her body, shooting all the way down to curl her toes.

  “Say my name. Tell me to come for you.” The Drakon hissed. His words, the power he gave her, was so fucking hot. Roxanne’s pussy pulsated again.

  “Yes Zoran, I adore you. Please - come for me.”

  Throwing his head back, his mouth in an erotic `O’ the Drakon groaned, rubbing and tugging on his swollen cock, hips thrusting, spasming with deep salacious pleasure.

  But to Roxanne’s surprise there was no ejaculation of semen. And when it was over his manhood was still erect. Sill demanding, still aggressive.

  They held each other close, breathing, relaxing. Then to Roxanne’s disappointment Zoran pulled away, his warmth replaced by cold air. He rose and put on his leggings, then stood over her, staring down.

  “Where are you going?” She asked, suddenly afraid he was leaving her.r />
  “Get dressed Roxanne.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s almost dawn. I want to greet Lord Sun as he rises. And you will see more `amenities’ of Rastabahn.”

  They stepped out into the grey morning light. The view down the seven waterfalls showed a narrow golden-orange crescent on the horizon, rising over the rolling sea.

  “Lord Sun - gives us the gift of this day.” Zoran waved at the boundless blue horizon.

  Roxanne shivered slightly. Stared around warily. “That’s nice. But ah where are those big snakes?”

  “You want me to call them to come and play with us in the water?”

  “You are just crazy and wild enough to do that.” She grasped his arm with both of hers. “Zoran - don’t you dare!” Then realizing he was kidding she cuffed his shoulder. “Brat! You know I’m afraid of snakes.”

  “You are part of Rastabahn now. You belong here.” He squeezed her warmly. “I brought you a gift from White City. The Rasta were not happy about it though. They tried to take it back.” His eyes glittered, mirroring his wild adventures.

  “Oh?” She watched as he pulled something out of his pocket.

  “Give me your hand.”

  She placed her hand in his. He slid the golden amethyst ring over her ring finger. The bare brush of his fingers sent tingles through her body.

  “It’s beautiful Zoran. Thank you. I will always think of you when I look at it.”

  “Never take it off.” A shadow of pain flashed across his glimmering eyes. His fierce captivating stare pierced her soul. “This ring speaks of my love for you. My mate. Forever. See, I have one too. The same.” He pulled out the matching purple amethyst ring and slid it on.

  God, I could spend a lifetime with this sensual romantic Being. She thought.

  He grasped her hand. “Come.”

  “Where are we going now?”

  “To see more `amenities’ of Rastabahn.”

  And so they did. Hand in hand. The dawning world of Rastabahn was the mystical awakening of Rex Mundi, the dreaming god. As they walked and sometimes ran, Roxanne’s feet never seemed to tire. They ended up sitting on the beach watching the sunrise in all its pink-golden-lavender blue glory.