by Marie Daye
Eskil paused and took a deep breath before setting Libelle down, bending her weak knees and slowly lowering her onto her back on the cool soil. Her entire body was trembling, but not from the cold: she was truly scared. Her pale skin shined like stardust in the moonlight, and he gently brushed his fingers across her cheek before cupping the side of her face. He leaned over her and kissed her forehead before smiling at her, a glimmer in his eyes and light reflecting off his pearly canines.
“Do you believe me?” He asked.
Libelle didn't know how to respond. She wasn't sure if she really believed him, she wasn't sure if she could trust him. Eskil was trying to take her life only five days ago, there was no way anyone; man or dragon could change in such a short period of time. Either he was acting… or he was being genuine. Right now, he wasn't trying to hurt her, he wasn't trying to force her, and he was only trying to convince her. He was being gentle with her and giving her pleasure she had never received before, even now he was staring at her with his blood red eyes that somehow appeared to care.
Eskil desperately wanted her to believe him, and it didn't make sense to her. Not if he wasn’t being genuine. She timidly raised her hand up, her palm brushing against his cheek; the warmth emitting from him felt comforting and she watched as he turned his head into her hand and kissed her palm. He smiled again at her, this time not exposing his teeth. She had to admit that she was enjoying his advances, and she never liked someone advancing on her. She had been enjoying herself moments ago, despite the twinge of fear.
He said her name, his deep voice gentle and calling to out to her soul. She felt her heart flutter in her chest as she pulled her hand back from his face. She covered her eyes with her palms and chewed on her lower lip again, a horrible habit. She didn't know what to do anymore, especially right now. She felt his hot breath against the nape of her neck where he gently pinched her skin between his teeth, followed by a series of soft kisses.
His kisses traveled back down to her breasts where he sucked her perked nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the bud before releasing the suction his mouth had formed with a subtle pop. She whimpered when he moved to her other breast to repeat the same teasing motion. Her shirt was tattered, the material torn completely down the front: there was no saving it now while it was only attached by her arms. Her pants were still around her calves, bunched up and making it difficult to move her legs while Eskil trailed more kisses down her abdomen. Her heels dug into the soil, trying to free her feet from her leather boots. She felt trapped beneath Eskil’s large body, his muscular and damned sexy body. She felt hot, excited, wanted and needed: but the twinge of fear still lingered in her heart and mind.
Eskil responded with a soft chuckle when he heard her airy gasp as his tongue grazed her sensitive clit, he paused only a moment to tease that area before he marked kiss after kiss down her inner thigh. He lifted her legs and planted his lips to her shaking knees, pulling her boots from her feet and sliding the leather material of her pants from her legs. He kissed her calves, her ankles and the tops of her feet. Every inch of her was beautiful, he was mesmerized by his lifemate. She lay on the ground before him, for the first time ever: she was completely vulnerable and exposed to him. If he had wanted to take her life, this would be the time to do so. But he didn't want to take her life, he wanted to cherish it. To treasure her, to admire her beauty until the end of his days, he wanted to devote himself to her.
Eskil’s kisses traveled back up from her legs, back to her clenching belly to tease her navel and to rub his rough hands against her sides. His fingers digging into her ribs before he ran his hands up her sides, under her arms that were raised to cover her face. He kissed the underside of her forearm, nudging it with his nose to try to get her to show her expression to him. She didn't move and he took the time she would need to savor the taste of her breast again, she was scared and he was struggling to understand why.
Yes, they were born in an era where they should have been enemies: but they were not enemies. By all the Gods, they were not meant to be enemies in this lifetime. Their sick sense of humor was torture, they strangely found pleasure at the mercy of others, and only a few of the Divines cared for his reckless behavior. Yet the reward they bestowed to him, after thousands of years of pain, agony and anger: there was no greater gift he could have received.
His lifemate, his little elf, his Libelle. Everything she was belonged to him, and everything he was, everything he will be: belonged to her. Lifemate’s were equivalent to the mortals so called soulmate, but dragons bonded to their lifemate on such a deeper level than a mere verbal contract of marriage. Their souls would bind to each other’s, they would not be able to live without each other. They were bound together for life, for eternity, his immortality would be bestowed onto her mortal life. She would be with him, forever.
It enraged him, deep down to his core that he had not realized this about her long ago. How could he have ignored the yearning he felt for her, the feeling of need the welled up within him every time he thought of her. They had fought countless times, and countless times he had aimed at taking the life of the one thing that now made him whole. The one thing that would give his life meaning again.
His thoughts ran wild as he continued his teasing across her body, grasping her breasts with his hands and mouth. Feeling the soft skin of her waist to her quivering thighs, his groin was nestled between them against her pelvis. The material of his pants were the only thing that separated them, and he wanted that boundary gone.
She squirmed beneath him and he watched her lips part in a lust-filled sigh when he rubbed his hips against hers, her arms were still crossed above her and covered most of her face from his view. He sat up, pulling his cotton shirt above his head and tossing it to the ground beside them. He opened the trio of buttons, pulling the material apart and exposing his large member to the cool air. The long shaft was pulsating, thick veins visible beneath the silky tissue; he was hard, so incredibly and painfully hard. His pants slid down around his waist, stopping mid-thigh as he leaned forward to kiss her chin. He twitched when he felt his cock rub against her belly, a bead of milky white cum forming on the tip as he pushed his hips against hers and lightly massaged his sensitive skin against hers.
Libelle stifled another gasp when she felt him thrust against her, the head of his cock teasing her clit and slowly sliding across her pelvis and stopping at her navel. She resisted the urge to look down at him, afraid that he may see her face, see her tears. Eskil rubbed himself up against her sensitive body again, this time a quiet moan escaped his lips. He paused, his sack resting against her entrance and his shaft reaching from her pubic bone to her belly button. He was big, his cock was large in length and girth and he would fill every inch of her. Eskil reached up and tried to move her arms, trying to expose her face so he could see what she was feeling: she stiffened and Eskil tried not to frown.
“Libelle,” He whispered. “-show me your face.”
She shook her head, her lower lip sucked in between her teeth as she gnawed on it. He called her name again, and this time he paid more attention when she released her lip: it quivered and she was struggling to stop it. He wanted her to look at him and she wouldn't, but he was willing to play dirty to get what he wanted.
He slid his fingers between her legs, finding the wet lips that were aching to be touched. One finger slid inside her and she returned to biting her lip, a second, then a third found their way inside her to her most sensitive spot where he furiously rubbed until he felt her clench her slick tunnel around him fingers. She moaned and cried out, unconsciously spreading her legs further apart to grant him better access. His motions slowed to a crawl, gently massaging her throbbing sex and flicking his thumb over her clit.
Libelle’s breathing had quickened, her chest rising with each shaky breath. He heard her sniffle, followed by a sharp inhale and hiccup. “Please.” She cried out, her voice weak and hardly a whisper.
“Libelle,” Eskil respon
ded, leaving her aching sex to rest his chest against hers.
She shook her head when he tried to pull her hands from her face. “Please, Eskil just stop. I can't. I can't do this.”
Eskil used more force this time, grimacing when he felt a sharp twinge of pain stab at his mind when he pried her arms apart and held them at the side of her head. Her icy eyes were full of life, but full of tears. Her gaze darting about, looking everywhere but at him. Her lip was trembling, red and sore from her chewing. Tears rained down her cheeks, an unattractive bubble of snot blowing from her nostril as she tried to control her crying.
Eskil tried to kiss her, the motion meant to be kind but she shook her head again. “Please, please stop. Please stop, I can't do this.” She hiccupped again with a wave of tears, her chest jerking with each sharp inhale.
Eskil felt his own heart ache, he had made his lifemate feel like this. She was scared, truly terrified and he was to blame. He brushed a hand against her cheek, trailing his fingers along the jagged scar that he gave her.
“Libelle, I am sorry.” He said. “Libelle, lifemate, my beloved. I could never hurt you.”
She shook his head and interrupted him, “Yes you can, and you already have.”
He stared back at the old wound, one he had given her long ago: a sour taste formed in his mouth. “Libelle, I did not know then. I did not know that you were my lifemate. I know that now, I cannot harm you.” He bent down and kissed her forehead and her teary eyes came back to look at his. He held her hand gently, and drew it closer until he placed her open palm against his chest over his heart.
“Libelle, you are my lifemate, my beloved, my one and only: I belong to you just like you belong to me. I cannot hurt you, I will never hurt you for as long as I breathe. You are my world, and surprisingly you always have been. You have never once left my mind, and I regret that I did not acknowledge these feelings sooner. If I had listened to them, I would have done things so differently. I would give anything to go back to the first time I met you, to hold you then like I am now.
“Libelle, you are everything to me. Lifemate’s, they are everything to a dragon. You are the very air I breathe, the wind in my wings, the fire in my lungs. You are everything to me. My life, my love, my heart is yours. Libelle, I plead to you: to believe me. To understand me. To understand that I regret my past actions that caused you harm, I would take it all back if I could.”
Libelle searched his gold eyes for deceit and found none, the heat under her hand flooded into her as she felt his heart rate quicken. She parted her lips to speak but nothing came out, instead more tears gushed from her eyes and she wiped them away with her free hand.
“Libelle, you are a lifemate to a dragon. I can't expect you to understand everything, but I can explain it to you as best as I am able.” He brushed his hand against her cheek, wiping away the stray tears she had missed.
“You are my whole world, without you I cannot exist. Now that I have found you, I will never let you go. I would lose my mind without you, my heart would break and my soul would shatter. You are what makes me whole. I will do nothing but cherish you, to protect you, to please you. I want you by my side, always. I want you to give me your heart, and I’ll give you mine. Our souls were meant for each other, Freyja decided that for us. Without you I am nothing.”
He squeezed her hand, “My heart beats only for you.”
Eskil stared into her eyes, every word he spoke was the truth. More tears flooded her eyes, blurring her vision. She felt the ice on her heart crack, her hardened spirit faltering in his presence. How hard she had tried to avoid complicated relationships, and how easily Eskil had just opened her soul to one. He let go of her hand so she could wipe away the new wave of tears, wind spiraling around them and blowing his long black hair into his face.
Eskil brushed his hair away with annoyance, but paused when he saw a very faint smile on Libelle’s lips. He smiled back at her, “Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“Do you believe me?”
Chapter Fourteen
“Do you believe me?”
There was a brief moment of hesitation, but she nodded again and Eskil felt a sense of relief rush over him. He kissed her, his lips trapping hers while his tongue gently twirled circles around hers. By the Gods, he didn't know he could feel this good to have her believe him. He felt her hands rest on his shoulders, her smooth nails digging into his skin when he pushed his groin against hers. He felt her stiffen again, and he opened his eyes to look at her.
The animal inside him was going berserk, he wanted to take her fast and hard. He wanted to be buried to the hilt inside of her, to make her cry out with countless orgasms. Thanking the Gods for his opportunity to learn how to fuck like a mortal: an animalistic mortal. His cock was pulsing against her belly, and he resisted the urge to take her this very moment.
He kissed the tip of her nose, “What else is wrong, tell me.”
She brushed her thumb against her nose, “I'm scared.”
Eskil chuckled, still not completely understanding her fear. “My Libelle, my beloved she-elf.” He kissed her lips again. “I will not do anything to hurt you, please believe me. I will… make sure you are ready for me.”
He knew her body was ready for him, her sex was soaking and clenching down onto his fingers as he teased her. But her mind was not, she feared him and this situation. She feared what he told her, but she was putting her trust in him to not harm her and he would not betray that trust. Eskil slowly lowered himself down, moving his knees against the soil to trail painful nips followed by warm kisses that took the sting away down her body. He paused to savor each breast, licking his way down to her navel, and then down to the part he wanted to taste the most.
Libelle’s back arched and she whimpered out a cry when his tongue found her core, twisting circles about inside her tight sex and lapping at her delectable juices. He knew she was close to an orgasm, her first one with a very long night ahead of her. His fingers followed his tongue and he switched between licking her sensitive clit and sucking on it. The hard nub was hot, and each pinch of pleasure he gave it made her twitch. She was covering her mouth, muffling the moans he was causing. Reaching up he pulled her arm down, pulling her hand from her mouth in time for her to cry out when his snake-like tongue flicked against her clit and his fingers grinding over her sweet spot.
He moved his fingers back and forth over that spot while his tongue twisted around her clit, still holding her wrist and enjoying the sensation of her free hand twisting its fingers into his hair and scraping his scalp. Her legs spread more, and he felt her buck her hips against his mouth. He sucked on her harder, she gasped and cried out his name.
Eskil never took his gaze off her, her back was arched and her breasts bouncing with each buck of her hips. He released her other hand and her nails dug into his hair, twisting around his horn. She gasped again, his name purred from her lips. That sound was intoxicating, he wanted to hear more of it. His fingers dug into her more, the pace quickening and the sound of her pants increased. Her sex spasmed before constricting around his fingers, a sudden wave of sweet juices gushed from her and she stifled her scream. Her orgasm came fast and hard, her body quivering and twitching with each wave of pleasure that rushed to her tight tunnel. Eskil licked, sucking at her nub and the liquid that had rushed from her.
She let out a sated sigh, the grip she had in his hair loosening. He smiled to himself when he watched her bosom rise and fall with each deep breath, her eyes closed as she let the waves of pleasure pass through her. He pulled his fingers from her, the sticky juices covering his hand; he watched as her eyes slowly opened and smiled again when she turned bright red at the sight of him slurping her off of his fingers. He licked each finger clean, and bent down over her to capture her lips in another hot and steamy kiss.
“Libelle,” He purred out, positioning his hips between her open thighs. The head of his cock pressing against her hot entrance, it would be a tight fit he thought.
Libelle’s hooded gaze met his, her expression dazed and still feeling waves of pleasure after her intense orgasm.
“My lifemate.”
Eskil thrust his hips forward, shoving his thick cock into her tight sex. A split second of resistance slowed him, but he pushed himself deeper and deeper into her until he heard her cry out: one not of pleasure but of pain. An instant later he groaned and lowered his head to her chest, a current of painful static wracked his body and threatened to force him to collapse. He breathed through the pain until it faded enough that he was able to raise his gaze to hers, her eyes were clenched shut and he was struck with confusion.
“Libelle?” Eskil spoke her name with concern.
He heard her take in another sharp breath when he pushed his cock further inside of her, she was so tight around him and she hadn't taken all of him yet. She didn't speak to him but focused on breathing so Eskil didn't push further in her, despite all the urges and cravings that told him to take her like the animal he was. The smell of iron stung his nose, and he looked down to where the smell was emerging from. He pulled his throbbing member from her tight tunnel, and saw blood mixed in with her juices.
His confusion vanished. “You were a…”
She nodded, parting her eyes to look at him. Eskil stared down at her and felt his heart grow and his member swell, she winced and adjusted herself uncomfortably beneath him. He felt a surge of pride rush over him, he felt possessive, and he felt joy. He was her first, his lifemate was a virgin; no other male had ever taken her before. She was completely and utterly his.
Eskil’s chest puffed, and a smile spread across his face. Mine. He thought. He watched as she began to relax beneath him, the pain subsiding and the feeling of him stretching her began to feel a bit more pleasant. She raised a brow at him, questioning his smile when he leaned down to kiss her again.
