He brought his mouth down to her sopping wet breasts, and began to suckle playfully on her, taking her nipples into his mouth, biting down, and pulling back. She sighed with pleasure, and then tensed up around him as she felt his hand sliding down between her legs, and his fingers hooking up inside of her.
“Oh God... Oh yes... Yes... Please...”
She shrieked and shivered as she felt his delicate hands sifting through the dripping pink folds of her womanhood, touching her with a perfect adeptness, a tenderness that did its job on her a million times over. His mouth slid along the terrain of her breasts, inhaling the nipples, teeth sinking into her, the pleasure coursing through her chest and combining with the ecstasy of his fingers up inside of her.
He pushed hard and deep, moving his digits skillfully in and out, pressing her lips apart, thrusting his wrists vigorously, and moving to attack her clitoris at just the right moments, proving to her beyond a doubt that he knew exactly what she needed.
She began to scream, and then to cum hard beneath his weight, her body seizing up beneath him, her thighs closing around his still thrusting wrist. Pleasure swarmed through her dripping, naked body, wave after wave of it causing her head to grow light, making the ground beneath the two of them seem to swivel on its axis.
Slowly she began to tumble back down from the extreme heights of such bliss, her bare chest heaving, her heart thundering in her ears. Gylvan was still running kisses along her body, his lips sliding from her erect nipples, to her shoulders, to the sides of her neck, to the perfect pink lips, so soft, so tight, so perfect.
Suddenly, now that that first wave of pleasure had been ridden and then dissolved away, she began to feel some severe reservations about what the two of them were getting ready to do.
She pushed him off of her with some considerable level of difficulty. “Wait... Wait... Stop,” she instructed, and after several moments, during which he thought he might be misinterpreting her, he at last relented.
“What's the matter?” he asked, alarmed, and a little bit sexually frustrated.
She looked at him blankly, breathing hard for several minutes before saying anything. Then she slowly shook her head, closing her eyes, in a way that was apologetic.
“I can't,” she said, in barely a whisper.
Immediately he pulled back from her, looking concerned.
“Oh,” he said, as though having suddenly become sober to the situation they were in, in a fraction of an instant. “Lyn, I... I'm sorry, I... I don't know what came over me... I didn't mean to...”
She shook her head.
“You didn't do anything,” she said. “It's... It's just me. This is too much for me right now... More than I can really go through with it. Not that I don't want to, it's just...”
He stared deep into her eyes, waiting for a further explanation. At this point, she had no choice but to separate herself from him completely, afraid of giving in once more to her most basic impulses.
“It's just not a good time,” she said. “You caught me off guard. Please, just... Just give me some more time to think this through.”
“Yeah,” he said, nodding, “yeah, of course... When do you think...”
“I don't know,” she said simply. “Just... Look for me again, in a few days. At this same spot. I don't know when, but you'll find me. That much I know.”
He looked at her soberly, not saying anything for some time. But then he nodded. “Alright.”
She let her hand be taken, and gently pressed against his mouth in a soft kiss. Then she turned to get dressed, collect her things and go.
Gylvan watched as she left, staring after her from the clearing in which he'd first spotted her. His heart somehow felt simultaneously weighed down by unhappiness, and racing with bliss.
4
That had not been at all what Lyn was expecting when going out that morning to do her washing. Or- well, maybe it was, in the very back of her mind. It was honestly becoming quite difficult to distinguish reality from fantasy these days.
Everything she'd told Gylvan about herself had been completely true, yet she had carefully omitted certain details about her situation when conveying her story, afraid that the full truth might result in driving him away, rather than bringing the two of them closer together.
It was true, for instance, that in her early twenties, Lyn was still one of the few young women in her village who remained unwed, for the reasons that she'd expressed to Gylvan during their conversation in the stream. She was also still a virgin, if that ecstatic mingling of her body with Gylvan's own on the bank of the stream didn't count as some kind of a black mark on her otherwise spotless record.
What she'd purposefully neglected to mention, however, was that Lyn's life wasn't totally devoid of romance, in the way that she'd pretended it had been. At this very moment, she had a suitor from another village, a man named Ulysses, who regularly traded with the men around town. He'd caught Lyn's eye one day while she was out doing chores, and had been wooing her for several months, hoping eventually to take her hand in marriage.
Under normal circumstances, Ulysses would have been everything Lyn could possibly hope for. He was an absolutely stunning specimen of manhood, with short blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and a powerful, muscle-bound physique. Whenever he held her in his arms, and kissed her, Lyn felt completely safe, completely at one with the world. And if it hadn't been for some nagging feeling deep within her, a voice that told her that that wasn't enough, she would have been quite content to settle down and start a family with this man. But as things stood, something remained in the very back of her mind that told her to hold out, to delay marriage, in anticipation of something far greater than she might possibly have once imagined.
She'd been telling Gylvan the truth when she said that she'd seen him before in her dreams. Only it wasn't his human form that she'd seen, but that of his dragon state- or, him as a wyvern, as he'd strangely put it.
And it wasn't just him, either. A second dragon, much like the kirin Gylvan had described to her, was in the dream as well. In such dreams, she was always suspended in midair, hair floating around her as though in zero gravity, and the two serpentine beasts twisted around her naked body, rubbing sensually up against her as they writhed through the air, encircling her, making her feel totally at peace.
The dreams contained an unmistakably sexual undertone, filling Lyn with a sense of desire for the strange beasts that was unparalleled during her waking state.
The truth was, she'd never even seen a dragon before that day in the stream, and she couldn't have told you with one hundred percent certainty whether they were real had you posed the question to her. She'd heard rumors, of course, spread among the other villagers, that such creatures did in fact exist somewhere hidden in the world. But they'd been driven away by humans so long ago that sightings nowadays were rare, and it was easy to believe that such stories of their existence were precisely that- stories, and nothing more.
Coming across a creature that she'd never seen before, except for in her dreams, had completely overpowered her in a moment of weakness. She'd been prepared to go all the way with that beautiful creature right until he'd driven her to the brink of pleasure, at which point she'd quite abruptly snapped back to her senses, realizing the mistake she'd almost made.
It was true, this stranger was about as desirable sexually as a woman might hope for. But when she stepped back and realized it, he was attractive to her in many of the precise ways that Ulysses was attractive to her. And it was only his exotic nature, the sense of fulfilling some dreamt up prophecy, that she'd come close to committing an infidelity against a man she'd gotten to know for months now, who'd wooed her, and hoped to make her his wife someday in the very near future.
Of course, it was worth noting that Gylvan somehow felt every bit as familiar to her as the man she professed to love, but she tried to put the thought out of her mind for fear of surrendering too greatly to it.
What she needed now, more
than anything, was time to think. A chance to sort this out in her mind, and clarify what she really wanted out of life. As tantalizing as the dream of being entwined by two capable males had been, she knew that it was nothing more than fantasy, even if it had felt entirely real at the time of dreaming it. She couldn't rightly have two different men in her life and expect it to turn out well for her at all. Things just didn't work out that way in this world...
As much as she may have known this intellectually, the emotional part of her was still too hesitant to burn any bridges as far as Gylvan was concerned. Had she been smarter, she would have ended things with him for good, instead of telling him she would need time to decide before giving him a definite decision.
Now, she was left feeling tortured at the prospect of having to see him again, forced to either lie to him about her current relationship, or otherwise tell him the truth, and make that final cut once and for all.
Or, perhaps even worst of all, she would fail to resist his advances this time, and give in to those seductive gazes of his before she even had time to realize it or stop herself.
God, how her fanciful notions about life seemed to get her into trouble...
Presently, she was standing outside, looking up at the night sky, and pondering it all. She found her eyes continually flitting toward the woods beyond the village, as though expecting the mighty wyvern she'd seen and nearly slept with to go flying up out of the forest at any moment, drifting across the face of the mighty full moon above.
Just as she was wondering about Gylvan, and whether he might be thinking about her in that moment, she suddenly felt a pair of hands wrapping around her midriff, pulling her backward through the air. She felt momentarily alarmed, but then smiled as she felt a familiar set of lips touch down against the side of her neck, pulling back against the skin.
“Hello, beautiful,” Ulysses whispered in her ear.
“Hello, stalker,” she teased, but then regretted it, as Gylvan watching her bathe in the stream quickly came to mind.
She let her neck be kissed for several pleasant minutes, her eyes closed as the delight surged through her body. Then she turned to look into her suitor's eyes, and was suddenly surprised to see his face marked with cuts and bruises- seeming to be mostly healed at this point, but unmistakable in the moonlight.
“Oh my God... What happened to you?”
“I'm fine,” he said. “There was just a little fight at a trading post, and I tried to step in and break it up. It was really nothing serious...”
She looked at him, concerned. “You need to start worrying less about what other people do. If they want to act foolishly, it's not your place to endanger yourself by trying to intervene and stop them.”
“Well, it was one of my best trading partners, and if he got into trouble, it would cause trouble for me in the long run.”
“Oh,” she said, nodding, and quickly a look of distraction overtook her soft features.
Ulysses frowned. He brought a hand to her chin, and tilted her face upward, looking into her eyes.
“What's the matter, sweetheart?”
She swallowed hard.
“Nothing...” she said.
“Oh come on. You know I can see right through you...”
She couldn't have thought of what to say even if she'd wanted to tell him the truth. She stood there, silently, her lips sealed for several long minutes, as emotions welled up to the surface within her, denied the chance to be given voice to in spite of her sincerest desire to do so.
“Hey... Are you alright?”
She looked up, as though having been suddenly pulled back to reality. She peered into his eyes, her head swimming as she tried to decide on a course of action.
Then, without a second thought more, she took the plunge.
She leaned in, and kissed him on the mouth, hoping that his lips would take those of the stranger she'd allowed to explore so much of her during those splendid, terrible moments at the stream. She suddenly felt that the primal creature who'd nearly been unleashed back in Gylvan's arm was coming to the surface again, raging to life in the hopes of receiving satisfaction this time around. Maybe, she thought, she was subconsciously trying to make this right, by giving to her fiance that which she'd nearly given away so freely to Gylvan.
Ulysses pulled her body in close, so that her breasts were pressed firmly up against his chest, and she could feel his erection swelling up against her, tempting her through the layers of their clothing. At last the two of them pulled apart, Lyn gasping for breath, Ulysses wide-eyed and not seeming to know what to make of this.
“Woah,” he said, blinking several times to adjust his eyes' focus.
“Take me,” she whispered desperately,” feeling as though she finally knew what she wanted.
“Wait... What? Are you sure that's what you want? I thought we were going to wait until after we were married...”
She responded to this by leaning forward into him once again, inhaling his perfect lips, and then separating once more. “Please,” she whispered desperately. “I don't care anymore. My parents aren't home, my house is empty. Please, Ulysses... I need you more right now than I've needed anything in my life...”
5
He carried her into the room where she'd lived since childhood, and set her down gently on the bed. In a moment, she felt the pressing of his weight down upon her, the feeling almost indistinguishable from when it had been Gylvan on top of her, rather than Ulysses. He brought his mouth back to hers and kissed deeply, then pushed her hands up over her head, pinning them to the surface of the bed, making her burn for him as he held her there as his grateful captive.
He kissed her lips, her cheeks, the side of her neck, the tops of her breasts. Then he reached down between her legs, and put a hand up under her dress, caressing her through her panties, forcing her to compare his efforts with those of the man who'd loved her at the river.
She tilted back her head, gasping for breath, and let her thighs close in around his hand as he caressed her, unable to bear such sweet sensations as they surged through her pelvis, causing her head to spin with unquenchable arousal.
He drove her nearly to the point of orgasm with the perfection of his touch, but she stopped him just before he hit the mark, wanting to do everything in her power to distinguish this from the near-affair down at the stream.
Instead, at this point she crawled up onto his laps, straddling him, and grinding her lacy panties up against the bulge of his erection through the fabric of hist trousers. She began to writhe around on his lap, undulating wildly as the two of them kissed, and soon his hands were sliding up along the front of her torso, pulling her dress up gently over her head. No sooner had the fabric hit the floor than his hands were on her breasts, followed by his mouth, suckling on her nipples in much the same way as Gylvan had done.
“Oh God... Oh yes... Yes... Please,” she whimpered, shuddering at his touch, unable to get enough of that perfect, rolling tongue against her smooth, milky flesh. She could feel him hardening up against her with every soft sucking of her tits into his mouth, and she continued to writhe, to dance on top of him for his pleasure as he proceeded. Soon, the temptation became too much for her to bear any longer, and she pulled slightly back from him, his teeth remaining clenched to the pink flesh of her nipples as she did so. She grinned at this, then reached down for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. His naked chest glistened in the darkness, sweat running down along his torso, stirring something carnally starved within her.
She rubbed her palm across his mighty pectoral muscles, then leaned in to lap up the salty perspiration from his skin. She rolled her tongue along the vast expanse of his chest, around his nipples, then began to run kisses down, down, down along the deeply cut six-pack of his abdominal muscles.
He sat there, almost disbelieving, as she pulled open his trousers, plunging her hand inside, and pulling his long, veiny erection out into the open. She pressed her hand along him, and began to stroke t
he hot, perfect flesh, working it up and down and causing him to brim with sensations.
“Oh, God, yes,” he sighed, just as a dab of pre-ejaculate squeezed from his tip, proving to her his sheer desire to be inside her.
She bowed forward slowly into his lap, opening her lips wide, and took him into her mouth. She dissolved around him, savoring the taste of his flesh as it sank into her neck. By the time she touched down with her mouth against his scrotum, her nostrils were flaring powerfully, and she was struggling to breathe as torrents of fluid dripped down from her mouth.
She began to pull up on him, building up a feeling that she knew must have been unbearably pleasurable for him, then she pushed back down again, allowing the suction to dissipate. He sighed with pleasure, as she began to slide her skull up and down along the course of his erection, running her tongue along the underside of his shaft as she sucked him off, maximizing the pleasure to the greatest extent possible.
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