Immortal Dragons Book 5: Dragon Guardian

by Ophelia Bell

  And she pictured Aodh as she had that day after he’d confessed he was hers. The day he had kissed her and made his promise, then said farewell. After they’d parted, she’d watched from the mountainside path while he and his siblings shifted and took to the air. He’d been so magnificent she hadn’t been able to get that image out of her mind since, but now she pictured that huge, winged creature in a different context—aroused and with an even bigger cock to fuck her with than the one she now rode like her life depended on it.

  Neph let out a low chuckle and her eyes flew open, realizing he had to have glimpsed her filthy fantasy. He grinned wickedly at her. “You want to take a full-sized dragon cock, kitten? That can be arranged.”

  “I … don’t know. It’s just a fantasy.”

  He cupped her head in his hands and gave her a piercing look. “You are an ursa, baby. Your sweet cunt is meant for giant cocks. I have no doubt you can take it, and even less that he’ll be willing to give it to you. Keep that image in your mind. I like it.”

  Now she couldn’t avoid picturing that precise scene. She closed her eyes again, lifting her hips and slamming down on Neph’s cock with renewed fervor. Her breathing became ragged as she worked herself ever closer to that peak she craved.

  Neph shifted his hands up her sides, cupping her breasts and lifting them to his mouth. He pushed them together so he could easily toy with both nipples, teasing his tongue around and around one, then sucking each one in in and released it before switching to the other. She tangled her fingers in his hair, then grabbed onto his horns for leverage as she increased her tempo, aching for that final, delicious rush of her orgasm and the accompanying release of all that pressure that built inside her.

  “I’m ready, baby,” Neph said. “Hang on.”

  He released her breasts and slipped a hand between them, pressing two fingers between her thighs against her swollen clit. He pressed lightly at first, gradually stroking and adding pressure. She let out a gasp at the first hard rub, digging her nails into his shoulders. Then she crashed her mouth down onto his as he repeated the action, speeding up his strokes even as she sped up her relentless, almost frantic fucking, slamming down on his cock almost hard enough to hurt. But it didn’t hurt—it was exquisite, every bruising stroke pushing her pleasure closer to the brink.

  His tongue lashed hers and he gripped the back of her head with his free hand, holding her tight to him while he continued to rub her clit. A harsh moan escaped her just as her body surrendered to sensation, a slave to his touch and the steady, driving thrusts of his cock meeting her writhing hips.

  She released his mouth, desperate for breath as the pleasure overtook her. Pressing her forehead to his, she opened her eyes and was met with the wild swirling depths of his. In a sudden, overwhelming rush, the swelling ache of built-up power inside her burst free and she cried out, tightening her grip on his horns. He kept his hand between her thighs, his rubbing fingers growing slick and wet from the sudden flood of power-infused fluid that surged from inside her.

  Around them, vines and moss grew over the walls of the cabin, the growth seemingly oblivious to the fact that it was the middle of winter outside. Fragrant flowers bloomed as the waves of Vrishti’s climax took them both even higher as she stared into his eyes. The vortex in his depths sucked her in and they were flying, the peak of her orgasm seeming to launch them straight into the current of some kind of mystical river she’d only ever read about in her mother’s library.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Aodh

  Aodh slept like a stone, but despite triggering a hibernation state that dulled his senses enough to allow him to slumber undisturbed, something had broken through that barrier. He’d spent the last vestiges of his power to close his chamber and put himself in this state, infusing the heated pool with the drugging smoke that he rarely ever used on himself. He could still smell the pleasant, wintergreen scent of his power in the room, but now there was more. Something more potent, more alive than even his perpetual dreams of his mates.

  The scent roused him only a little at first, but then he heard the voices. One a surprising and pleasing sound that matched his dreams of Vrishti moaning his name in pleasure while he fucked her. But she wasn’t moaning his name.

  “Neph! Oh, god, please don’t stop! I need more.”

  The other voice clarified in his mind, and along with it, all the tangled mess of old hurts surged forth.

  “Almost there, kitten. Just hold on.”

  Neph. The man’s scent filled Aodh’s head so potently he had to be real. Within this hibernation prison he’d made for himself, he couldn’t open his eyes to be sure, but the numbness of this form had faded and he was almost positive he felt skin pressed against his scaled side.

  The sensation warmed as the sounds grew louder, and there was no mistaking the rise in volume of a pair of voices mixed in sensuous abandon and the smack of flesh on flesh.

  Excitement and arousal flooded him, but all he could do was wait. They had come. They were here, if his senses could be believed. In all the centuries of perpetual dreams he’d endured, nothing had had this level of intense clarity.

  The voices rose in tempo, the sounds growing louder as his senses awakened fully. Hot skin pressed against his side. A pair of breasts, a cheek, a pair of hands with fingernails dug in as though grasping for purchase against an onslaught of pounding thrusts. He recognized those impassioned grunts all too well, his entire body thrilling at the ancient memory of the cock that accompanied those sounds burying itself into him long ago.

  But at the same time a contradictory surge of rage filled him as the understanding of this tableau clarified in his mind.

  Neph had come for him, and Vrishti too, but by some cruel twist Neph had chosen to wake him by defiling the perfect, innocent Vrishti right in this very chamber. Despite his recurring dreams of forgiving the satyr, Aodh was forced to endure the sounds of their heated tryst, yet another sign of the Dionarch’s need to control what Aodh held most dear.

  The sounds of Vrishti’s passionate cries distracted him briefly from his anger and he couldn’t help but dwell on the breathy, desperate moans she made while being fucked, and the way her small hands clung to his scales like her life depended on it. He could picture the satyr easily in his primal magnificence, overcome with a satyr’s essential need to take pleasure sometimes in the most deliciously brutal way possible. Yet despite that rough, barely controlled surrender to his lust, Neph’s sensibilities required that he see to his partner’s pleasure too, and the texture of Vrishti’s aura was unmistakably potent with the built-up pleasure he drew from her.

  Aodh hated him for it, but was enraptured by it at the same time. For the first time in nearly four centuries, he itched to wake up and take control of his life again.

  “Come for me, Vrishti,” he thought. “Wake me with all that beautiful power I feel.”

  Her sounds of ecstasy made his petrified cock ache, and Neph’s rutting grunts were both enraging and arousing. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to fuck the man or set him on fire once he awoke.

  At that second, Vrishti’s voice rang out with an impassioned “Yes!” and Neph matched her with one of his own, less coherent cries. The power of their auras merged, seeping in through Aodh’s petrified scales and enveloping his sleeping dragon form completely.

  Aodh’s self-inflicted prison melted away, the warmth of Vrishti’s panting body becoming more evident as he regained his full capacity to sense the outside world.

  The second he opened his eyes and saw the huge satyr still buried inside the pretty dark-haired girl, he let out a roar of displeasure and swiped at Neph with one huge claw, hitting him squarely across his broad chest with a solid smack.

  Neph had no time to react, his eyes flying open as he went sailing through the air, landing with a splash in the nearby pool. He came up spluttering, but Aodh had already coiled his huge body prot
ectively around Vrishti’s dazed form, stretching one wing up like a canopy to cover the hollow he’d created for her between his belly and his rear legs, his tail wrapping around them both.

  He peered down at her, inhaling her fertile scent like he’d just been released from prison and she was his first breath of freedom. And he supposed she was, in a sense.

  She stared up at him, her lips parted and soft breaths gusting from her where she lay half-seated on his bent rear leg.

  “I came for you,” she said, finally finding breath to speak. “I promised I would.”

  The scent of her arousal and the remnants of her recent orgasm still inundated his senses, and he almost misunderstood her meaning. What he scented on her was more than just her own essence, though. She was covered in Neph, a scent he discovered could still drive his lust into a frenzy of need.

  “You did,” he rumbled. “And I’m going to make you come again, just for me.”

  He flicked out his long tongue, teasing it over her full, brown breasts. She arched into him, utterly devoid of the kind of fear he might have expected her to show once faced with him in his true form. She relaxed back against him and spread her thighs eagerly, yet another incongruous action compared to the image he had of her from memory. The woman who now reclined in lust-filled abandon on his tail and rear leg was closer to the Vrishti who visited him in dreams. The visions he’d long had of he and Neph sharing this girl often featured her eagerly entertaining both their lascivious fantasies with her body.

  “Please,” she said, tilting her hips up as he teased his tongue over her glistening skin, working his way down her body to that well of pure ambrosia he knew awaited him between her thighs. Then the reason for this desperate need of hers hit him, along with the almost overpowering swell of magic that brightened her aura to a near blinding green light.

  “You are in your estrous,” he rumbled, his interest abruptly piqued. While a guest in the Sanctuary, he knew his siblings had sustained themselves by servicing the local females through estrous, but Aodh had instead accepted the invitation of the Queen to occasionally play with her mates. He couldn’t bring himself to be intimate with another ursa female, because he knew he could never do her justice when his thoughts would be on Vrishti. She’d been within easy access then, yet he didn’t dare distract her from discovering her true nature.

  “I need you, Aodh. Please help me.” She reached up and gripped at his big snout, aiming him between her thighs. This forced him to drift his tongue lower and taste that intoxicating mixture of her essence and Neph’s, the two things he could not resist.

  With a rumble of desire, he slicked is big tongue down through her cream-coated folds and pushed it deep into her. She dug her nails into his scales and wrapped her legs around his snout, rocking her hips against his lips as he drove his tongue deep into her. She took the thick appendage easily, the tight flex of her sweet cunt gripping him in a way that made his cock pulse with the desire to fill her up in other ways. But he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

  He fucked her eagerly with his tongue, savoring the remnants of her other lover that he hadn’t had a taste of in more than three thousand years. Sweet Mother, he’d missed Neph’s taste on his tongue, but he’d only imagined how Vrishti would taste. The combination of the two was more intoxicating than he was prepared for.

  Vrishti writhed, grinding hard and moaning her pleasure with each of his deep thrusts into her. He gusted out a brief cloud of white smoke to help ease her frenzy and let her feel the pleasure without the distraction of the desperate need. She relaxed a little, her tense grimace turning into a euphoric smile.

  She opened her eyes and stared up at him with somewhat glazed though lucid eyes. With her gaze fixed on him, she arched her back and let out a long, shuddering moan as her body convulsed and her orgasm rippled through her. A torrent of power filled him, more potent than he’d ever had, even from the orgasm Neph had given her that woke him up. The power wasn’t just in her aura—it came from the surge of sweet nectar that gushed over his tongue as well, and he swallowed every delicious drop.

  When the spasms subsided, he gently withdrew his tongue from her and nuzzled her with his snout.

  “Are you all right?” he asked. “Did Neph hurt you?”

  She let out a sated breath and nodded. “I will be soon. Is he all right? I thought I saw you attack him. You wouldn’t believe what we had to do to get to you.”

  She crouched down and crawled on hands and knees to peek beneath the membrane of his wing out into the room beyond. Aodh knew from the sounds Neph was making that he was fine … He’d climbed out of the pool and was now simply sitting on the edge, waiting. But with a naked Vrishti cocooned within his embrace, Aodh had far more enticing things to pay attention to. Her round, caramel backside was aimed right at his nose, her delicious pink petals wet and open to him again.

  He couldn’t resist a nuzzle of her there, and a delicate lick from her clit all the way back to tease around the tight rosette of her anus.

  Vrishti let out a gasp and stopped moving, resting her forehead against the pliant membrane of his wing where it stretched before her like a curtain. She shifted her knees wider, giving him a perfect view of the tight, spasming clench of her core as though it were crying out to be filled again already.

  “Your estrous waves are hitting quicker now,” he said. “You’re at the peak. How long since it started?”

  “I don’t know,” she said, her voice tight with near-painful restraint. “It’s all happened so fast since then. But I need you.” She gave a desperate, pleading look over her shoulder, but then her gaze shifted in a different direction. Following her stare, he realized she was staring at his engorged cock where it lay tucked between his thigh and his belly. “I need you to fuck me.”

  “Vrishti … not like this. I will shift.”

  “No! I need you big. Please! I’m an ursa, I know I can take it.”

  “You were a virgin before Neph. And he’s big, but not this big.”

  Despite his protests, his cock pulsed with the very idea of pushing into that tight pink heat he’d had his tongue inside moments earlier. And if she really was at the peak of her estrous, she was right—she needed the fullest penetration she could get, and her pussy would easily accommodate something as huge as his massive erection.

  “Don’t you want me?” she whimpered, sending a jolt of shame through him. How could he possibly deny her anything she asked of him?

  “I want you more than life,” he rumbled. “Stay just like that, love, with your pretty cunt open wide for me.

  He folded his wing and uncoiled his tail, shifting his bulk to reposition so he could give her what she asked. It opened their private cocoon up to the room where he was forced to acknowledge—even just to himself—that Neph was exactly where he’d thought, and hadn’t made any overt move to approach him. The satyr must understand what Vrishti needed, but why hadn’t he come to help her? Aodh could have been feral after all these years—he might have actually hurt her.

  “You forget you have a drop of my blood in you, Aodh. The second I arrived, I knew your mind was still intact.”

  “Fair enough. Now get out. Leave me with my mate and go back to your own time. You banished me once. I can banish you now, if I want.”

  “I’m not leaving her. She needs us both, and you know it.”

  “Please, Aodh,” Vrishti said, her desperation cutting into his belligerent exchange with the satyr.

  Choosing to ignore Neph in favor of Vrishti’s more pressing need, he redirected his attention to her. He dipped his head to her cheek and nuzzled softly, blowing out more calming breath and flicking his tongue along her jaw and neck. He darted it out again at her breasts, toying with each one and cupping the heavy globes in the forks of his tongue. They felt like plump, ripe fruit, and he would have loved to lick them forever, but her aura had reached that blinding power a
gain so he couldn’t delay. She needed to be penetrated by something far more punishing than his soft tongue had been.

  When he slipped is tongue between her thighs again, he found her utterly soaked and dripping magic-infused wetness—more than enough to ease his passage into her. Experimentally he teased his forked tips around her anus again and was pleased at the eager response she gave him.

  He glanced at Neph with an arched, scaled brow. The satyr only gave him a wary look and said, “Don’t tease her any more than you have to. She’s been ready for you for days.”

  Still skeptical that she was really ready for him at full size, he tested her opening with his tongue again, this time deliberately pushing and stretching her until he was confident she could at least accommodate his tapered tip, if not the full length of him.

  He crawled closer until his entire body hovered over hers. His cock brushed along her ass, the silken warmth of her skin sending pleasurable shocks through his entire body. He gently brushed a talon against her cheek, hooking her tangled, damp hair and pushing it over her shoulder so he could taste the glistening skin at the side of her throat. She moaned and pushed her backside up into him.

  His entire body was big enough to cover her completely and he almost wanted to wrap his wings around them both and hide their coupling from Neph’s view, but something kept him from doing that. He wanted the satyr to see her come just for him. He’d never fucked the other females they’d shared in his dragon form, so this would be a first.

  He tilted his hips back until his cock grazed the cleft of her bottom, his tip easily drifting down between her cheeks along that perfect path that led to heaven. When he encountered the core of her wet heat, he dug his claws into the stone beneath him and pushed forward just enough to feel the sweet, hot give of her entrance as it opened for him.