Dragon Lust

by Kelly Armenta

  “Not yet,” I replied, thinking that perhaps he had come to my call for just this reason.

  He nodded and ran his hand over my ribs and cupped a breast, then lowered his mouth to me. I writhed, feeling the length of him pressing against my hip. He was huge and I became moist anticipating the feel of him inside me. His hands cupped my face and his lips met mine in a kiss that rolled my senses. I opened for his tongue and sucked it into my mouth, hearing him groan above me. My hand slipped down his body and he lifted so I could wrap my fingers around him.

  There was a strange noise and then the crackle of flames. He raised his eyes to me and said, “I hope you do not mind?” We turned toward the wall separating the bedroom from the bathroom and where there had been rock before now there was a large fireplace with a crackling fire. He rose up on his knees and slipped from the bed lifting me into his arms. Then he was lowering me into bedding of rich animal pelts and onto his lap, just as he’d shown me in his fantasy.

  I licked my lips again and glanced down his body, seeing the strength of him and marveling at his beauty. I very much wanted to taste him and he released me so I could lick and kiss my way toward the apex of this legs. He lay back on his elbows upon the pelt and watched as I settled between his thighs, running my tongue up the length of him, grasping him in my hand when he jerked beneath me. I pulled him forward and slid my mouth over his tip, running my tongue over and around until he clenched the bedding in his hands. Then I slid down the length of him until he pressed against the back of my throat and I had to pull back slightly so I could breathe.

  “Your mouth feels incredible,” he whispered on a moan. “I’m not going to be able to take much more of that.”

  I smiled and worked him back out again using my tongue and teeth to tease and excite him. He struggled to keep his hips still and I felt that heaviness building low inside me. His sac felt tight and hard as I cupped him in my other hand and gently rolled him across my palm, sliding my mouth down his shaft again, taking him in even deeper this time as my throat relaxed with the excitement building in me. He growled and reached for me, lifting me under the arms and pulling me into his lap and onto his tip.

  His lips devoured mine, our tongues meeting briefly before he dropped his forehead to mine and muttered, “You are very wet, but tight.” And despite his need he gently eased inside me until I was seated on his lap with his entire length within. When he was certain I was well, he wrapped one leg round to his back and pulled my hips in tightly causing him to bump into my cervix and me to inhale sharply.

  “Too deep?” he asked, his eyes full of concern.

  I wiggled my hips slightly and shook my head. “Just perfect,” I assured him and he smiled again and lifted me up his shaft nearly to the end before sliding me back down again. The move made me breathless and I dug my toes into the bedding. I reached for his broad shoulders to balance myself as he forced me up and nearly to his tip again. This time though he pulled me down his length faster, nearly dropping my weight to his lap. The feel bowed my back and I found myself bent over his arm while he worked my hips and lathed my breasts with his tongue and teeth. He wrapped one arm around my lower back, just above my cheeks, and one around my upper using the strength of his body to lift and drop me back onto him.

  I’d never felt anything quite like it and it didn’t take long before the warmth pooling in my body burst its dams and I convulsed around him, my body spasming with the force of my orgasm. He laughed and worked me faster, building up the force within me again until I came crashing like a tidal over him. I yelled and Owen’s voice drowned me out, as he lifted his hips on the last downward thrust and he burst inside of me, spilling his seed.

  He gathered me up and against his chest, holding me when I would have slumped to the fur in a boneless heap. “Thank you, I think I need a nap now,” I muttered, and he chuckled and crushed me in a nearly bone snapping hug.

  “What you need is a nice swim in the sauna, then a rub down,” he informed me. I wasn’t going to argue with him, especially since I didn’t have the strength to do so. When he stood, I simply held on the best I could while he walked us across the room and out the door. I caught a flash of the other three before we cleared the doorway and realized they must have stayed for the entire show. Have to worry about that later, I thought and burrowed my face in against Owen’s neck. He chuckled and ran his hand over my bottom, caressing my skin with a gentleness that pleased me.

  “Aren’t you worried about Spot?” I asked, as he tromped with me across the sand right down to the water and into it.

  “No. The Wyrm won’t bother us.”

  “Okay,” I muttered, as the water slipped over my waist and I clung to Owen and rolled my hips against him. I could tell he was only slightly smaller than he’d started off and I wasn’t too proud to admit I enjoyed the feel of him inside me. “More please.”

  He chuckled and slid me down his length then pulled me back onto him. He continued doing that for what must have been ten minutes or more, just slowly sliding himself in and out of me while we paddled around in the warm water.

  He eased us into the shallows and lay back on the sand so that I was still seated on him, my body resting across his chest. He worked the rubber band free from my hair and spilled it out of the braid and across our bodies. When he’d finished with that, he pushed it to the side and used this hands and fingers to massage me from the back of my thighs all the way up to my temples then back down again. I muttered and moaned and purred in delight. Then he pulled me off of him and turned me over so that I lay back upon him. He reached down and guided himself back into me. I wiggled my hips and braced my feet on the sand so I could continue enjoying the feel of him while he proceeded to massage up the front of my body.

  On his second pass his palm cupped my pelvis and his finger slid into my curls, gently massaging my nub in time with my thrusts. When my breathing became ragged he sat me up and bracing his feet, lifted himself to meet me all the while playing me with his fingers so that pressure built and I came for him, slamming myself down his length while he gripped my hip and pumped into me twice more before he too reached orgasm.

  This time I didn’t give him the choice, I simply slipped off to sleep when he turned me over and into his arms.

  Chapter 31

  “Okay so maybe you didn’t kill her,” Kit remarked with a touch of sarcasm to his voice. “But that last one sent the Elves to their knees and singed my eyebrows!”

  I cracked open an eye and glanced up at Kit who was now sitting on the sand next to me. My cheek was resting against one breast, my body spread out across Owen where he’d placed me just before I fell asleep…oh who was I kidding, I’d practically passed out. I had no idea what Kit was talking about and wasn’t sure I wanted to so I closed my eye and rubbed my cheek against Owen. He responded by caressing down my back and cupping my bottom in his large hand.

  “Do you mind?” Kit grumped. “Some of us are still celibate!”

  “Quick, what color is Kit’s aura?” Owen asked.

  I didn’t even bother opening my eyes just replied, “Kit is always orange-red because he’s a Lust Demon.

  Beneath me Owen stilled and I managed to crack open an eye and lift my head to look at him. “Is that truly how he looks to you?”

  “Yes, I’ve never seen his aura change, not since Mi touched me.”

  “Interesting,” Owen told me, then glanced at Kit who simply shrugged a shoulder.

  I put my cheek back down and asked, “Why?”

  “Because that’s not how he appears to me,” Owen stated quietly. “For instance at this moment he is as dark a purple as you can get.”

  “Dark purple?” I said, lifting my head and glancing at Kit, who just like always appeared red-orange.

  “It means gloom and sad feelings…which leads to frustration,” Kit told me in a voice devoid of emotion.

  Owen nodded and Kit glanced down at his feet, which happened to be bare at the moment. I noticed even his toenails
were tipped in silver and couldn’t help smiling. “Lexi,” Owen called to me. “I have a bad feeling about this meeting tonight.” He sat up and I slid down his body, forced to sit up or fall onto my face in the sand. “I sense you will need to have each of us bound firmly to you. I can’t explain it,” he told me, holding my shoulders, his dark eyes serious. “I called Kit because I think…I think you need to bind him more firmly to you.”

  I stared at him in surprise. “You think something is going to happen tonight and you want me to make love to Kit to what… protect him?”

  Owen frowned and thought for a moment. “No I think you need to protect yourself. And it’s not just Kit. I think you need to spend more time with Amras too.”

  My gaze swung to Kit, who was looking at Owen as if he’d grown a second head. “Together or separate?” And then spent a moment wondering how I could be so blasé about what he was proposing.

  He dropped his hands and spread them palm up as if to say he had no idea. “I’m sorry the future just isn’t that clear. I only know what my instincts tell me, and right now they are telling me that you need to protect yourself by binding the Demon and the Elf more closely to you.”

  “Fine, but I’m going to need some food and a shower first,” I told the two of them. Owen just nodded, but Kit snapped his fingers and started shoving bite sized pieces of pizza at me from the tray that appeared on his lap. The cheese nearly scalded the roof of my mouth but the flavor was divine. Owen brushed the sand off his hand and snagged a couple, popping them into his mouth, much to Kit’s dismay.

  “And privacy. We’re going to require a little privacy,” Kit added.

  “Like you gave me earlier?” Owen asked, lifting one eyebrow as he stared the Demon down.

  Obviously I was the only one who hadn’t realized the three of them were still in the room.

  “That was different,” Kit informed him with a sniff. “Who knows what kind of damage a Viking your size can do to someone as delicate as my Mistress.” Owen just rolled his eyes and I glanced around the cavern chewing my pizza bite and wondering what was wrong with this picture.

  “Owen, what did you do with Spot?” I asked, thinking he should have shown up long before now and hoping nothing was wrong with him.

  “He’s sleeping at the other end of the pool,” Owen told me, his voice sounding curious.

  “Did you put him to sleep or just ask him to absent himself?” I asked, pushing to my feet and looking around the room in concern.

  Owen must have caught the edge in my voice because he too stood up and glanced around cautiously. “He was resting when we came in. I did nothing to him.”

  The pizza disappeared and Kit shifted to a black haze, from which a large silver tipped bat appeared. He circled my head once and sped off to the opposite end of the cavern. I watched him go with a sense of dread.

  I sent out a frantic call to Gareth and Jace and then slammed my shields into place, hoping Amras and Cursed were close enough to sense me. “Clothing,” I whispered to Owen, and found myself sheathed in a black leotard that covered me from ankles to wrists, while he was dressed in his standard black guard attire, a wicked looking knife held in one hand.

  “Look at the wall,” Owen growled, and I turned from watching where Kit had disappeared to the wall Owen indicated. What I saw there turned my blood to ice. The wall was swarming with some type of furry round black creatures that didn’t appear to have legs or arms, but huge mouths with very sharp teeth.

  “We need more light,” I whispered, and the room lit up like the Las Vegas strip on New Year’s Eve. On the far cavern wall was a hole where they seemed to be arriving from. The floor was flooded with little black fuzzy balls of teeth, all headed in our direction.

  “Don’t let them touch you,” Owen told me abruptly. “They can eat through Dragon scales.”

  “What can we do?” I demanded. “Fire?”

  Owen nodded once and held out his hand. A pale blue flame speared out from his fingers, hitting the closest fuzzy ball and igniting it instantly. The other black balls fell on their comrade and ripped it to shreds. Owen laid down a suppressing fire and backed us up to the edge of the water. “There are too many of them.”

  “Kit!” I yelled, which seemed to agitate the black creatures as more dropped from the wall and onto the floor. Something splashed in the water behind me and I turned placing my back to Owen’s as a large ripple appeared headed straight for us. “I need a weapon,” I told Owen, and a sword similar to the one I’d used earlier, only this one was not blunted, appeared blade down in the sand at my feet. I grasped the handle and braced myself, hoping that whatever was headed our way was friend not foe.

  I heaved a sigh of relief when Kit poked his head out of the water and drug as much of Spot up onto the sand as he could manage. “He’s still alive,” Kit told me, his breath coming fast. “I thought you might be able to heal him.” I glanced over my shoulder at Owen who was busy struggling to keep the nasty black fur balls at bay. “Help Owen,” I urged, dropping to the sand as my shields fell away. I closed my eyes and remembered what Amras and Cursed had told me, reaching down to lift my crystal shield halfway. “Someone bring me Amras and Cursed,” I yelled.

  Before my hands touched Spot, the two of them appeared next to me. Amras immediately grabbed for me, alarmed by the sight of Spot so near. Cursed freed his blade, took one look and pivoted to face Kit and Owen behind us. “I need to heal him, help me,” I begged Amras, who dropped to one knee in the sand and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Do what you must; I’ll help to deflect the energy.”

  I nodded and placed both of my hands on Spot, one on his head and one on his neck as close to his body as I could reach. I closed my eyes and thought of Spot holding my golden shoe in his mouth, and how much he enjoyed being scratched over his eye ridge. A tear slipped from my eye and my heart contracted. I couldn’t let him die, not like this. Heal! I breathed at him forcing the command down my arms and out through my hands and fingers. Spot jerked and thrashed on the sand, his head lifting as he sucked in air through his snout. I shoved Amras into the water and shifted to Dragon, using my body to block the burst of fire from reaching Owen and the others, as it speared from Spot’s mouth while he screamed and rose to his feet.

  Spot ignored me completely, screaming again in defiance at the little black fuzzy creatures then harrumphing out of the water and nearly knocking the others into the swarming mass as he skidded onto the sand and began cutting a huge swath of destruction with his fiery breath. Kit took one look at him and shifted to Wyrm, getting into the spirit and blowing fire everywhere. Cursed and Owen backed into the protection of my body and I wrapped my tail around them, turning to look for Amras, who seemed dazed and shaky in the water on the other side of me. “Cursed, help Amras,” I growled, my voice sounding much lower in Dragon form.

  Cursed glanced at Amras sagging in the shallows and placing one hand on my back, vaulted to my other side, then waded to Amras and lifted him into his arms, carrying him back to the strip of land directly behind me.

  I turned my head and glanced at Owen with one golden eye. “Bring me Gareth and Jace,” I told him. They should have responded by now and I was afraid that any moment they might rush through the doors and be burned to a crisp, or worse, cut apart by razor sharp teeth. Owen nodded and snapped his fingers and my Dragons stood before me slightly shaken but unharmed.

  “What the hell!” Gareth growled, and Jace glanced around in horror.

  “I need fire!” I told them. “Are there no Dragons that can breathe it?”

  Jace glanced at me and shook his head, looking back at Spot, who’d pressed forward but was still struggling to contain the sheer number of the little black beasties.

  “Owen can you give me fire?” I asked. He shook his head and glanced at Kit. The Demon nodded and flicked his tail at me. “Shift now,” I told Gareth and Jace, afraid that with Kit’s concentration elsewhere the two of them might suddenly begin spouting fire from their human mo
uths.

  No questions asked, they both simply shifted and suddenly there were three Dragons and two Wyrms standing on the sand. “Move,” I told Owen and he vaulted over me just as Cursed had done earlier. “Get into the water and get them out of here if it gets bad,” I told him bluntly. My head swung back to Jace and Gareth. “We may not want to be looking at each other when we do this,” I warned, and they turned outward leaving me the middle between Kit and Spot. “Now Kit!” I roared, and he flicked his tail again and flame shot out of me singing my lips when I was too slow in opening my mouth.

  I took moment to get my range and frequency, then lifted into the air, aiming for the walls where the black beasties were still streaming through. Behind me I felt the wind from Jace and Gareth as they followed me, flaming the floor to either side of us as they went. I was hoping the three of us together would be enough to melt the opening and stop the flood of beasties from wherever it was coming.

  “What are they?” Jace called to me.

  “I have no idea. Someone tried to kill Spot to prevent him from stopping them. If we hadn’t been here when they arrived…” I said, then shuddered to think of the damage these things could have created unchecked. “I think they were meant to overrun the entire den.”

  On my right Gareth flamed the wall then added, “There are passages to the other rooms from here. No doubt that was the intent.”

  “This hole doesn’t look natural,” Jace growled, his green head turned sideways as he stared at the opening.

  I looked at the wall and noted that the edges seemed blurred, as if the rock started here but simply disappeared around the edges into some other place. “Can we close it?”

  Jace let out that high pitched noise he used to call Snick and the Elemental appeared hovering in the air in front of him. They conversed while Gareth and I turned and spent a couple minutes doing flybys, destroying all of the little black fur balls within reach. Across the room Kit and Spot appeared to be doing well. For some reason the creatures were drawn to them. I glanced around the room looking for stragglers and wasn’t able to find any. Perhaps they were all teeth and stomachs with very little brains, and the promise of a potential meal had them throwing themselves to their death in an orderly fashion. All Kit and Spot needed to do was stand there and continue charring their little bodies into extinction.