The Dragon Slayer (Dragon Prince Series Book 1)

by Marie Daye

  She wondered, if she could taste him like that.

  Do anything you’d like my dear, I won't stop you.

  She felt her cheeks become hotter than they were a moment ago, her thoughts were no longer private. She swallowed hard, sitting up in his lap and staring down at his muscular chest down to his chiseled stomach. Between her legs was his pulsating member, erect and ready for her to do as she pleased.

  Libelle bit her lip, lifting herself up and moving down his body as she tried to recall everything he had done to her. She wanted him to enjoy this, just like she had: except her mind went blank from passion every time he did this to her. Damnit.

  He chuckled, reaching down to tangle his fingers in her hair.

  “No.” She said firmly, surprising him. “Don’t touch. Uhm, just… let me do it.”

  Another chuckle. Libelle brushed her hair behind her ear, kissing the side of his neck down to his chest. She pinched his nipple between her teeth and he inhaled sharply, then she eased the sting away by twirling her tongue around it.

  I feel as though I shouldn't get aroused by that. He thought.

  Libelle giggled this time, turning her attention to his other nipple while her hands massaged his flexing muscles in his stomach. He twitched when her hair tickled his chest as she trailed kisses down to his belly button, her knees adjusting to slide herself down further. She felt his anticipation climb when her breath teased his cock, his hard member jerking at the attention.

  She was in control she realized, do not touch. She thought, stretching her mind out to his in hopes he would hear her. Put your arms above your head.

  Strangely he obeyed and she smiled, her hair now tickling his stomach while she raked her nails down his thighs. She kissed each one of his inner thighs, her hands sliding up from his knees to his stomach again, then slowly raking her nails back down. Her breath teased his cock again, watching it twitch once more.

  Eskil’s large and thick member was still so intimidating, but having the opportunity to thoroughly explore it may ease the tension she had with it. Her tongue flicked out past her lips, teasing the underside of the shaft. He muffled a groan when she then licked a flaming hot line from the base of his shaft to the tip.

  She wrapped her fingers around it, the girth making it difficult for her thumb and index finger to touch. She stroked him ever so slowly up, then down; her mouth opening to suck in his soft and round head. Hearing another groan come from him, she twirled her tongue around the head of his hard cock. The tip of her tongue flicking back and forth against the eye of the snake. Eskil’s hips thrusted upwards, his hands lowering and reaching for her.

  Libelle let go of him and released him from her mouth, sitting up to glare at him. “I said no touching.”

  His vibrant gold eyes burned, but he snarled and dropped his hands back down above his head. Libelle smiled, her nails digging into his thighs when her teeth grazed his sensitive sack. She trailed kisses up his legs and back to his cock, lubricating his slick member with her saliva as she took him back into her mouth. Her head moving up and down to take in as much she could of him.

  She suckled him quickly, her tongue twirling around his shaft and exciting more moans from him. Libelle. His thoughts repeated her name.

  He growled. “Enough, stop. I said stop.”

  She ignored him, her hands rubbing the length her mouth could not reach. Her head bobbed faster as she heard his breathing speed up. It was growing more difficult to focus on him, as she felt his pleasure radiating into her.

  He reached for her again. Hands above your head, I said no touching.

  “Libelle, you need to stop. I'm going to-” He groaned when she sucked hard on the head of his cock, then swiftly slurping him back into her mouth. “Libby, I’m about too-”

  Eskil ignored her protest and pulled himself out of her mouth, just as he exploded across her face. He froze in surprise, his slick cum clinging to her hair and cheek. She stared at him even more shocked, and Eskil couldn't handle how adorable she looked sitting with her lips parted and her eyes narrowed. Adorable, yes. Sexy and beautiful, by the gods nothing was more perfect.

  She wiped his cum from her cheek, playfully cursing at him. He pulled her onto his lap. “My little elf,” He whispered into her ear, “You’ll pay for that.”

  Eskil’s stubble tickled Libelle’s inner thigh as he kissed a path to her awaiting and aching sex, she was desperate for him and her slick juices leaked from her tight core. He gently slid his fingers between her wet lips, deliberately moving them carelessly and slow. She rested on her knees, her elbows supporting the weight of her upper body. She was looking over her shoulder at him, her body trembling with anticipation.

  His fingers slid in and out of her, and she fought back a moan.

  “Oh?” Eskil chuckled. “Trying to hide that delectable voice from me now? That's not fair.”

  Again he slid his fingers in and out, twisting them as he did so.

  He purred with a sigh, “Libby, you're so wet. So ready for me.” He kissed her lower back. “Your body was made for mine, your sweet body is so eager for me and I’ve hardly touched you.”

  She stifled another moan. He smiled, “I can feel how much you want me. Feel how wet you are? Feel how much you're sucking my fingers in? It’s as if you’ll never have enough of me.”

  Her sex constricted around his fingers as her ground them against her sweet spot, her back arched further and her bottom raised up towards him.

  He smiled slyly. “Libby, tell me what you want. I’ll do whatever you ask me to do.”

  He felt her hesitation, saw the redness of her ears. He withdrew his fingers and she whimpered, unconsciously pushing her hips towards his. Eskil’s cock surged, and he rubbed it with her sticky juices, pressing the head of it against her entrance.

  “What would you like me to do?” He asked again.

  Her voice broke, “I want you inside me.”

  He smiled wider in victory, “As you wish.” Eskil slammed his cock into her all at once, relishing at how tight she was. It took a moment for her muscles to adjust and he felt them coil around his cock as he buried himself into her, all the way to his hilt. He groaned, spreading her cheeks with his hands as he started pounding into her hard and fast.

  “Libelle, beloved. You're perfect for me.” He moaned, “Your body is always aching for me, always ready.”

  This time she didn't stifle her moan, he stretched her and filled up her entire sex. The ache she had been feeling was finally fulfilled, and he was right. They were perfect, her body was greedy; always needing him until she was completely drained and satisfied. She mentally cursed, I want to see you when you climax.

  Eskil’s hips that pounded hard into her suddenly stopped. His thick cock leaving her tight sex for a moment before he twisted her onto her back. He lifted her legs up straight, placing her heels on his shoulders and his fingers digging into her thighs as he slammed himself back into her trembling tunnel of heaven. Eskil took her hard, like the beast he knew he was, like the dragon he was.

  His lifemate, forever bonded by heart and soul to him, she was so close and he could feel how desperate she was for him. Her hands reached beside her head, twisting into the towel beneath her. Her large breasts bounced with each thrust, and he released her legs to fall down to her and captured the soft mounds in his hands. His fingers dug into them, twisting her peaked nipples between her fingers.

  “Eskil!” Libelle cried out, now curling her fingers into his hair. “Baby,” She moaned, calling him that for the first time. “-Baby I’m so close.”

  He loved that pet name on her lips, he wanted more of it. His thrust became harder and quicker, her sex tightening around his cock until she exploded around him. The lusty cry that echoed into his ear made him smile triumphantly, he wanted more of her pet names and more of these fabulous sounds.

  “More.” He groaned, “I feel you beloved, feel me as well. Sense how good you make me feel, only you can do this to me.”

 
Eskil, baby… Libelle’s thoughts cried out. Harder, oh please, take me harder.

  She was purposely trying his self-control, wasn't she? Libelle wrapped her knees around his waist, lifting her hips from the ground and giving him a new sensation inside her. He groaned, and instead of carrying on how they were he lifted her from the ground. Firmly holding her hips and slamming himself inside her, their bodies slapping together and her sex spasming around his hard cock.

  “I'm going to cum.” He growled, clenching his teeth.

  She nodded at him, panting; her eyes hooded and seductive as he pounded in an out of her. Her sex felt so wonderful with him inside her, nothing could have been better. She wanted more, oh she couldn't get enough of him. He made her feel so sexy, so confident, so needed.

  “Of course I want you Libelle, I’ll always want you.” Eskil chuckled. “You are beautiful, strong and courageous, you are everything I could ever ask for.”

  Libelle felt a tear sting her eyes, the warmth in her belly growing as hot as the earth's core. They were both nearing their climax, and there was one thing she felt she needed to say. Eskil groaned, slamming into her even harder now. Libelle’s vision went blurry and she cried out again, her entire body tensing as waves of fire coursed through her with her climax. Her body trembled when Eskil clung to her, burying himself into her all the way to his sack as he erupted inside of her. His seed burning her insides with all of his passion and desire.

  He collapsed forward, comfortably keeping his pulsating cock inside her while resting his head over her thundering heart. Libelle wrapped her arms around his head and kissed his scalp; when Eskil heard her sniffle, her body jerking with the quick inhale. He looked up at her concerned, and she smiled back at him.

  “Beloved, what is it?” He asked.

  She shook her head, “I just realized something and wanted to tell you.”

  He wiped away her falling tear, “What’s wrong?”

  Her lips spread in a wider smile, “I love you.”

  Eskil’s heart nearly burst from his chest at her words, his cock flooding back to life as he slammed himself back into her as deep as he could and kissing her. His tongue twisting with hers as his member slowly ground into her. “Libby, I love you too.”

  Far off in the shadows was a dark figure who watched the two lovers join together in a sinful act, the woman's lusty cries and desperate moans stinging at their ears. Gaalin stood beside an old tree, biting the tip of his thumb to the point it drew blood. He was pale while watching his lord be taken like a whore by the dragon prince.

  He whispered her name to himself, “How could this happen?”

  His fist slammed into the bark of the tree, “What has that beast done to you, to make you commit such a sin?”

  Her loud cry echoed towards him and he clenched his eyes shut, “What spell does he have you under?”

  Gaalin spun around on his heel, running towards the path that led towards the house. I just knew that beast was up to something, and this is it?! He must have worked some sort of magic on her, my lady would never succumb to such a creature! Don’t worry, my lovely Libelle. I’ll save you.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Eskil sat at the dining table eating the hot porridge Libelle had made, savoring the sweet taste of the honey she had drizzled on top. She was standing beside the fire, dishing out another bowl for Gaalin who sat across from him. Gaalin had been glaring at him since the drow first walked out of his own living quarters. Libelle set the bowl down in front of the manservant, handing him a small container filled with ground cinnamon.

  She poured herself a bowl, however she placed a cover over the top of it. “I’ll be back by this evening.” She said.

  Gaalin swallowed his mouthful, then stood and picked up a heavy sack from the table for her. “I don’t see why they're calling you back so soon, the king could have spoken to you while you were there yesterday.”

  She stretched her neck, shrugging the sack over her shoulder. “The king wasn’t aware of Ingrid’s murder until we found her. He probably just has some questions about it, and it's my duty to answer them.”

  Gaalin crossed his arms as he escorted her to the doorway, “You weren't involved in it though, so why would he need to question you?”

  “I’m not sure, however I’ll do as the king asked and visit him at his manor.” She grumbled, wrapping a loaf of bread and slices of cheese in a cloth. “Will you open the door please?”

  Gaalin pulled the double doors open, following her out into the yard where a wagon was readied for her departure. Two Edinburgh guards sat in the front, holding the reins of the exhausted horses. Her stallion tied to the rear of the cart snorting and stomping, pacing side to side while his heavy blanket fluttered around his body.

  “Lady Libelle,” One called. “We should depart soon or we may be caught in the rain.” He pointed towards the rolling clouds that drifted off the mountain peaks.

  “I know, I'm coming.” She turned back towards Gaalin. “I asked Eskil to do some chores for me today, please keep an eye on him. Keep him out of trouble.”

  He rolled his eyes, his sarcastic comment silenced with her stare. “I’ll keep my eye on the beast.”

  “Thank you.”

  Libelle climbed into the back of the wagon, sitting down and crossing her legs while setting her steaming porridge in her lap. “I’ll see you this evening.” She opened her porridge and spooned a large amount into her mouth. Then broke her bread in quarters, offering her stallion a quarter of the wheat loaf.

  Gaalin stood still watching the wagon depart, Libelle drowsily swaying in the cart as she ate her breakfast. The morning sun was already high in the sky, beaming down with its radiance and warmth. He scowled at it, turning and walking back towards the house.

  He returned to the table and his bowl of porridge, enjoying each bite of it while staring at the stack of crates in the entry way. All of the supplies from the day earlier had been placed there, and they all needed to be put away. He looked at Eskil who was reading another book of Libelle’s, the devil becoming far too comfortable in his living situation.

  “Libelle said she asked you to do some chores, what were they?” He asked.

  Eskil didn't look up at him, instead his gaze continued to scan the pages while he pointed at the stack of crates. Gaalin stood up and walked towards the fire, helping himself to another serving of porridge.

  “You should get started then, you may finish by late afternoon then.”

  Eskil shrugged, turning the page. “Once I am done with this book I will.”

  “Libelle asked you to do something that means you must do it.” Gaalin said returning to his chair.

  “Yes, Libelle asked me to put those crates away. She did not however say it needed to be completed this exact moment.” He licked his finger, turning the page again.

  “That’s ‘Lady Libelle’ to you scum.”

  Eskil sighed, closing his book and standing up from the table. He walked towards the entry hall, however instead of picking up a crate he exited the house. The gray skin was frustrating him already, and it was not even past noon. With his incessant glaring, his rudeness, and his over-fondness of Libelle he was not impressed.

  Eskil set his book down on the steps to the manor, stretching his arms and walking towards the stables. His gelding nickered at him and he smiled gently, plucking some clover from a small patch and handing it to the beast. Gently he pet its muzzle, “You're not an annoying creature like gray skin back there. You just want to be pet and fed, don't you?”

  The gelding snorted, nipping his fingers for more treats.

  “I suppose I should get started though huh? That is a massive amount of boxes, and all of them need to be gone through.” He sighed, stepping away from the stall door. “I’ll keep my eye out for a ripe apple, maybe give you one.”

  The gelding snorted, lifting its head up and down while pawing at the ground. He chuckled, stretching his arms across his chest and groaning. He was tired still, lack
of sleep draining his energy after a long night of love making. The images of her against his skin teased at his groin and he shook his head, clearing the scenes from his mind. The gelding extended its neck over the stall door, and he scratched its chin.

  “I may wait a while before going back in there. Don't want gray skin thinking he can order me around do we?”

  Eskil carried heavy chests into the cellar, one after another from the entryway, down the steep stairs, and into the darkness of the below-ground level. Libelle had purchased a variety of items, some he doubted she would ever need or use. Fresh fruits and vegetables, she would. However, rolls of fabric, raw ore, and strange alchemic ingredients. It was her decision though, and he rolled his eyes in amusement every time he came across a strange item.

  The dark elf servant had closely watched him the entire afternoon, sitting in a comfortable chair while writing within a journal. He never lifted a finger to help, and as much as it annoyed him, he appreciated the lack of help more. Deciding he would have been more frustrated tripping around the man, versus being stared at for hours.

  Eskil set down a heavy wood box of cleaned animal pelts, the furs most likely bound for some strange craft. He stretched his store back, wiping his brow with a sigh. The cellar was dark and mostly empty, used primarily as a storage room for excess supplies. He was impressed with Libelle’s wealth, however the tinge of anger he felt as to why she was so wealthy, kept nagging at him.

  Libelle had made a living on the deaths of his kin for several years. Her kind despised his kin, and his looked down their snouts at her kin. If either side discovered their relationship, it was bound to be complicated. Whose family should they meet first? He snickered to himself.

  Eskil turned and walked towards the steep stairs, carefully watching where he put his feet as each wood step groaned with his weight. He reached the last few stairs and looked up, his gaze locking with Gaalin’s.