Dragon Jade Chronicle: The Warlock And The Warrior

by Jamie MacFrey

  She shook her head, clearing the thought. She never should have let Pol get in the water with her. It had got her all worked up, scrambled her senses when she needed them sharp in the woods. And yet, an idea was brewing.

  “So what if I strip for you?” asked Kiera.

  Largan froze.

  “What?” he asked.

  “That would prove I don't have any tattoos.”

  Largan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

  “Tempting. Tempting,” he said, eying Kiera.

  “But I want something, though.”

  “There’s always a catch,” said Largan.

  “You’re the captain here?”

  “In a way. I’m the Alpha of the whole den. After my mate, Vel, I’m the captain of the whole group.”

  “Then I want free passage through the woods, until the inn of the Dancing Sorcerer. You know it?”

  “Sure. From afar. Another place we don’t get invited.”

  “And... an escort—or a hostage—until the inn as well.”

  “That’s a high bargain. What’s your name, girl?”

  “Kiera.”

  “Kiera. Pretty name,” said Largan, smiling again. He stood up, drawing himself up to his impressive height. Kiera’s chest fluttered a little, staring at his full nude form, catching some of the twilight sun and the fire. If Mox hadn’t shifted slightly, she might have forgot the circumstances she and Pol were in.

  Her gaze didn’t escape Largan. His eyes twinkled at her.

  “I’ll tell you what, prove you're not Dragon Clan and I'll let you live. As for the rest, I’ll make you a wager,” said Largan.

  “A wager?”

  “I’ll wager you that you can’t... finish... me before that fire’s burned out,” said Largan. “If you win, I’ll grant you the safe passage. I’ll escort you myself, as a matter of fact.”

  “And if I lose?”

  “Well, I won’t kill you. But you and Pol here will come back to the den with us. I don’t know about your man here, but you seem like the sort of person who might fetch a ransom.”

  “I wouldn’t recommend trying to ransom me.”

  Largan laughed. “I wouldn’t have recommended trying to cross our territory, but here we are. The world moves as Vash wills it.”

  “Who makes the first move?”

  “Well, you suggested it.”

  “I mean now.”

  “Throw down your sword and let Mox up.”

  “How do I know I can trust you?”

  “You don’t. But you know if you don’t trust me, you’ll die. Whereas if you trust me, you know that you only might die.”

  Kiera glanced at Pol.

  “What do you think of those odds?” she asked.

  “I always tend to choose the option where death isn’t assured, myself,” said Pol.

  Kiera nodded. She tossed her sword in front of Largan, then let go of Mox, stepping back with her hands raised.

  Mox scrambled to his feet, then dashed for the sword, stooping to pick it up. Largan kicked him under the ribs, sending him falling back to the ground with a yelp.

  “We should kill both of them, Largan,” Mox shouted at him. “You anger the Wolf-God by denying him the death of Dragon Clan scum.”

  “Don’t you ever fucking listen, Mox?” said Largan. He grabbed Kiera’s sword, tossing it by the hilt in the air to Yina, who caught it and stabbed it into the ground in front of her. “She surrendered. She’s going to prove she’s not Clan.”

  “You’re weak, Largan. A true leader would kill these bastards and hang their heads in the trees where the Clan might see them.”

  “Why don’t you see how weak I am?” asked Largan.

  Mox was on him in a second, sending a haymaker flying towards Largan’s face. The larger man leapt back, then caught Mox’s arm just below the shoulder, delivering a pair of rapid hammer blows to Mox’s ribcage. The red haired man yowled in pain, dropping his guard, and Largan laid him out with a single strike across the jaw, dropping him flat on the ground.

  Largan grabbed a hank of Mox’s hair and pulled him up.

  “You might be right, Mox. I am weak. I should have killed you the day Vel made me Alpha, but I couldn’t do it, I just couldn’t bring myself to kill from my own den. And I’m still not going to kill you today. But you’re out of chances, Mox. The next time you challenge me, I’ll be as strong as you ever wanted me to be.”

  He hauled Mox back to his feet, the red haired Canian drunk from Largan’s punches. He pushed him away, kicking Mox in the back.

  “Get back to the den,” he shouted, as Mox fled.

  Largan flexed his hand, checking it for damage. He turned and looked at Kiera, then glanced at Pol. He grinned.

  “Now?” asked Kiera.

  “Whenever you’re ready,” said Largan, his gaze returning to her.

  Kiera stepped out of her boots, undoing and discarding the belt that held her smock tight around her waist. Her heart was beating hard as she curled the fabric in her grip, lifting the smock up across her body, the air cool on her belly, then on her breasts, goosebumps prickling her skin, her nipples hard as she lifted higher. The fabric blocked out the light, and for a moment she was blind, before she pulled the smock all the way off and threw it in the grass near her boots.

  Largan drank her in, his eyes wandering across her skin, tracing the curve of her neck down to her heavy breasts, then across her stomach, aiming lower.

  Kiera wound her thumbs along the waist of her breeches, but Largan stopped her.

  “Come closer,” he said. “I can’t see you that far from the fire.”

  It was warmer near the fire, especially given how bare Kiera’s skin was, and when she stepped close to Largan, he grabbed her, his own skin radiating heat. For a moment she flinched, but when he lifted her arm awkwardly away from her body, she realized he was simply checking for tattoos. Or, at least, making it appear that he was checking for tattoos.

  “Good,” he said, after he’d lifted the other arm. “Now the bottom half.”

  He spun her around and knelt behind her.

  There was a whistle and Kiera glanced up at Atti, staring at her, her eyes running the same paths as Largan’s. And then she saw Pol staring, too.

  He was glued to her, his chest barely moving, his mouth slack. Kiera’s cheeks burned, and she looked away before he could see that she’d even noticed, turning her attention to stripping her pants off her body. Largan grabbed the cuffs of each leg and Kiera bent over. Largan’s breath was hot on her ass, and her breasts hung straight down from her body. She snuck a glance at Pol, confirming that he was still enraptured, as her breeches pooled around her ankles.

  Largan ran his hands up her legs, pressing them apart at the thighs, examining the skin between her knees. She gasped as his thumb nearly grazed her pussy, and she heard one of the Canian women chuckle, but managed to resist looking up at Pol again. Largan spun her back around, giving her front a perfunctory once over.

  “Not Clan,” said Largan.

  “Lucky you,” said Atti. “Can I check this one?”

  “You do what you like, Atti. I have a wager to settle,” said Largan. He stood up, glancing at Kiera. “We still have a wager?”

  “Yes,” said Kiera, the word coming out in a breathless whisper. She shook her head, clearing her nerves.

  “Yes,” she said again, the steel returning to her voice.

  “Your man there's not going to be a trouble?”

  “He’s not my man, he’s just a traveling companion. And even if he were, it’s my decision.”

  Largan waggled his eyebrows in surprise.

  “An unlucky fellow to be subjected to such a cruel torture,” he said. “Yina, Atti, move him back a bit. The girl says he’s not her man, but I don’t want him jumping up and ruining the wager if she’s lying.”

  “What if she tries something?” asked Yina.

  “Then tell Vel I love her very much and my last thoughts were of her.”

  “
She’ll know your last thoughts were of getting your cock wet,” said Atti.

  Largan chuckled. “She will, but she’ll appreciate the sentiment.”

  “C’mon, Pol,” said Atti, dragging the thief to his feet. “Let’s go stand against that tree there.”

  Kiera watched as they pushed Pol back into the woods, towards a heavy oak, the women flanking him and holding his arms so he wouldn’t move. Yina took Kiera’s sword with her.

  Largan looked at her. His eyes were hungry now, traveling over Kiera’s body.

  “You’re a brave woman, you know that?” he asked. “Not many Metropolitans would venture into the woods. Fewer still would fuck a Canian.”

  “I’m a Metropolitan, am I?” asked Kiera. “I thought you thought I was Dragon Clan.”

  “I never thought you were Dragon Clan, but you’re playing for more than proof, now, Kiera.” He looked at the fire, which was still crackling, the flames alive and dancing, egging Kiera on. “And you’ve got plenty of time to win.”

  Kiera looked down at his cock, noticing it was hard and upright.

  “Excited about something?” she asked.

  “Just the anticipation,” said Largan. “You’re not going to try talking me into a climax, are you? Because this’ll get pretty boring.”

  Kiera stroked down his chest, running both her fingertips across his pectorals, before dragging her nails down his stomach. When she glanced up at Largan, his face was impassive, his eyes watching her with a cold interest, but as Kiera’s fingers rubbed across the skin just above and around his cock, he shifted slightly, flinching under her touch.

  Kiera ran her hands around his sides, gripping him at the waist, then lowering herself to her knees, Largan’s large, proud cock waving in the air in front of her face. She slipped the middle finger of her right hand across his skin, finding where his cock lifted away from his groin, then tracing it up the shaft. Largan’s hands moved slightly, then balled into fists, keeping himself from taking control. Kiera grinned up at him, her finger reaching the head of his cock, then tracing back down to find his balls and cup them in her hand.

  She leaned in, kissing the head of his cock, then licking down, tracing the same path across the underside of his cock her finger had. Largan groaned, his eyes closing, savoring the feel of her tongue across him.

  Kiera retreated back up his impressive length, both her hands wrapping around him, stroking just the base. When her tongue reached the underside of his cock, she lashed the bridge between his foreskin and head, then planted a kiss on it. Largan’s hands flexed again, and he gave a guttural moan as Kiera opened her mouth, enveloping him.

  She took as much as she could manage, working her way down the shaft until her lips met her fingers, nearly gagging at the effort. She pulled off, breathing hard, staring up at Largan.

  He shook his head—a small, nearly imperceptible motion.

  Kiera frowned, then, staring into his eyes, fed his cock back into her mouth.

  She continued until her jaw was beginning to tire. Largan’s balls and Kiera’s chin were soaked with her spittle as she tried to devour the Alpha’s entire length, nearly making it. She was gripping Largan’s buttocks, one in each hand, pulling herself down his cock as hard as she could, then leaning back, releasing him slowly. Largan looked away from her.

  “It’s getting lower,” he cautioned. She glanced over at the fire, seeing that he was right.

  Kiera groaned. She took Largan’s cock out of her mouth, staring at it covered in her saliva for a moment, then let him go. She stood, slowly, making sure to press her breasts against Largan, rubbing across the inside of his thighs before the thick cock was enveloped in her cleavage, slipping through as she stood up, her nipples stroking across his stomach and chest. She ran her hands across his chest, then leaned forward, licking at his collarbone, the earthen taste of his skin making her feel a little heady. She looked up at him and he tilted his head, trying for a kiss, but Kiera backed away a bit.

  “Lie down,” she told him.

  Largan lowered himself onto the ground quickly, falling onto his back. Kiera pushed his legs apart, crawling between them, lowering her chest down against his, then sliding back, until his cock was once again trapped between her breasts, each voluptuous mound pressed against his stomach. Largan tucked his hands behind his head, propping himself up so he could watch as Kiera stroked him with her breasts. The head of his cock peeked through her cleavage and Kiera lowered her mouth slightly, tasting him.

  To her delight, Largan gasped.

  She was growing hot, even as the fire weakened. Her hand slipped down her body, and a probing finger found her far wetter than she might have imagined. Kiera gasped, her thumb pressing onto her clit. Her fingers pierced into her, and she sighed, swirling the head of Largan’s cock with her tongue the next time it made its appearance from between her breasts.

  Largan reached down, taking a breast in each hand as though he were weighing them and when his thumbs brushed across her nipples in unison, she gave a low involuntary moan.

  “Not much longer,” he observed. Kiera saw that he was right. The last flames were beginning to die, most of the logs charred over or turned to glowing coals.

  “Fuck,” swore Kiera.

  She knew she ought to have hastened it, to have mounted Largan at the start and ridden him as hard as she could, but she thought he might have been the type who needed a slower, longer, engagement before he could finish.

  She stood, and when she glanced behind her, she saw Pol, Atti, and Yina staring at her, their eyes glowing in the dark, the Canians’ more than Pol’s. Atti was too close to Pol for her liking, less like a prisoner and more like a companion, and she couldn’t see either of their hands in what little light the fire was kicking up and the sunset had left.

  Kiera shook the thought out of her head. Who cared what the thief was doing? Who cared who the thief was doing? She had her task.

  She squatted over Largan, his glowing yellow eyes staring at her as well. Kiera reached a hand down between her legs, lifting the heavy cock off his stomach, feeling the size and girth in her hand.

  Largan smiled at her, a wide grin that showed his teeth. She might have knocked that smiled apart, had it been delivered to her in a tavern in a seedier part of the world, but, here, now, holding his cock, she couldn’t begrudge the cockiness. If she’d been in a tavern in a seedier part of the world, she might have given him just such a grin. As it was, she lowered herself, until the head of his cock was nestled just between her pussy lips.

  Largan’s eyes were blazing beneath her.

  Kiera gasped and groaned as she slowly impaled herself onto his cock. More and more slipped into her, and she put a hand on Largan’s chest to steady herself. Largan’s hands, huge paws, wrapped around her waist, one dropping down to squeeze her buttock. She released Largan’s cock from her grip, letting just her pussy hold him, guiding him as he slowly reached the apex so that she felt it in her stomach. She stroked her clit slowly, then began to shift her hips, bouncing on him just slightly, gasping at each stroke. She glanced behind her again, but she couldn’t see the eyes of the two women and Pol in the dark.

  Largan sat up suddenly, and she could feel the heat of his skin in the cooling night air. He wrapped an arm around her waist, his hips shifting slightly as he began to thrust up against her, Kiera riding him back. The hand that she’d put on his chest slipped to hers, grabbing one nipple and turning it hard enough to make herself moan.

  “Don’t worry, he can see you,” whispered Largan in her ear, and then he bent his head, kissing and sucking on her neck.

  Kiera shook, a jolt of pleasure firing up her spine, her pussy squeezing down on Largan’s cock, ceasing her motion on his length. Still staring over her shoulder, she gave a startlingly loud scream, her orgasm unexpectedly ripping through her.

  “Oh fuck!” she cried. “Oh Vash!”

  Both her hands ended up on his shoulders as she recovered, her hips moving as if of their own accor
d, her eyes staring down between them, watching as she bounced on him, his cock plunging in and out of her as she moaned throughout, becoming more vocal and careless as the pleasure from her climax loosened her inhibitions.

  “You lose,” said Largan, and he pulled her aside, letting her rest for a moment in the grass. She didn’t bother to check the fire.

  “Now what?” asked Kiera, panting in the grass.

  Largan stood up, facing away from her for a moment. He shook his head to ease an apparent ache out of his neck, then returned to her.

  With a careful hand, he drew her up off the ground, supporting her in his arms, letting her lean back far enough that she felt his lips on her breasts, feeding one nipple into his mouth, the wiry hairs on his beard tickling her soft skin. Largan kissed a line up her neck.

  “Now it’s my turn,” said Largan.

  He turned her around, so that she was staring out into the dark, and folded her wrists down behind her back, holding them pinned together with one hand. He pushed on Kiera’s shoulders until she was bent at the waist, using one knee to push her legs apart.

  Largan’s cock split her open as he drove inside her, and Kiera gave a wild moan, her breasts heaving as he began to thrust into her. Her hips slammed back to meet his. Largan’s hand found a hank of her hair, pulling her head back and up, her shoulders and torso rising to meet his, his mouth finding hers and kissing her. She kissed him back, her tongue exploring his mouth.

  “Brave and wild,” Largan muttered at her. “I don’t know what it is about brave and wild women, but I have to have them. I’m glad I won, too. Vel would tear me apart if I didn’t bring you home after the way you fucked me.”

  He kissed her neck, releasing her arms in the same moment so he could take each large breast in his hands, squeezing and kneading at them. Kiera groaned, grabbing hold of him to keep herself steady.

  “Vel likes to watch, you see. Participate too, if you’re into women,” whispered Largan.

  “Sometimes,” gasped Kiera.

  “Your fellow’s out there,” Largan mumbled in her ear. “Watching.”