Dragon Devotion

by Amelia Jade

  Her body was singing from the attention he was giving her, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he sent her over the edge, regardless of the clothing barrier. Knowing it would be better if he had unrestricted access, Ana reluctantly pushed his hand away for the time it took her to strip her pants off.

  But Ferro surprised her. His hand never returned, but instead he grabbed her near leg and used it to roll himself over, until his mouth landed perfectly between her legs, heat blasting from his tongue as it caressed her.

  She couldn’t help it. She cried out, immediately clamping her hands over her mouth to prevent any further noises from escaping.

  And there were many, as Ferro continued to lavish attention upon her. As she felt herself reaching the edge, her body beginning to shudder on its own under his touch, a finger slipped inside of her. It curved around until it easily found purchase, rubbing on that one…perfect…little…spot.

  Ana exploded, her hips rocketing from the bed, aided by Ferro as his free hand snaked under her rear, holding it aloft while her shoulders bounced and dragged along the bedding. Her core tightened into a knit ball for one long anguishing moment, and then all hell broke loose as her orgasm exploded with a light that eclipsed even the glow from his eyes.

  She pressed her hands harder into her face, desperately trying to keep her noise in, but she failed miserably, her cries of pleasure filtering out into the room around them. Her efforts to keep quiet only encouraged Ferro along, and he continued to massage her just perfectly, sending wave after wave of ecstasy pounding through her body.

  Without warning another orgasm overcame her, thundering through her body, muscles contracting so rapidly they pulled her from Ferro’s grasp. Her legs snapped together as she fell to the bed, riding out the pleasure as it coursed through her from head to toe.

  “Mmm,” Ferro said as he moved up next to her, kissing her side as he did.

  “Wow,” she gasped, her lungs only starting to recover from the exertion.

  “Agreed.” His deep voice vibrated her skin slightly, and he only made it worse as his lips gently caressed her neck, sending repeated shivers down her spine.

  “Stop it,” she giggled, though really she enjoyed the light tender touches.

  “Make me,” he challenged.

  Ana arched an eyebrow his way.

  “Careful what you wish for,” she said playfully, pushing him down on his back.

  Chapter Eight

  Ferro

  Ana hooked one knee up and over him, using her momentum to press him back while she straddled him.

  “You look so fucking hot like that,” he said, the vulgar language slipping out of him before he could stop it.

  The effect his words had on Ana made him forget all about it, as she bit her lip, a furious red blush appearing, running from her cheeks down her neck and all the way to the top of her breasts.

  “You think so?” she asked sultrily, arching her back so her breasts stuck out toward him more, her hard nipples practically begging to be touched.

  Ferro could only nod as she slowly, deliberately, ground her smooth-skinned hips into him, dragging herself along the hard outline of his cock.

  “Yes, I do believe you do,” she said with a knowing glance between her legs.

  Her knees shuffled slightly as she pushed back down his legs, until her hands could freely massage him.

  And they did.

  One palm continued to caress his shaft, while the other deftly undid his pants, until it required a second hand. Then she grabbed them and his underwear and tugged them down in one smooth motion, exposing his cock for her to grasp. Warm fingers slid around him, gripping tightly as he throbbed under her touch.

  “Is this all for me?” she asked innocently, looking up at him from between his legs, her lips mere inches from the head of his dick.

  He nodded repeatedly, unable to trust his voice to make the proper sounds. She was a sexual goddess, acting like she knew his every desire. Her eyes batted quickly at his answer, and she made a big show of wetting her lips so that they slid over his head with ease.

  “Oh,” he groaned as she took the tip into her warm mouth. “Yes,” he grunted as her tongue swirled around the base of his head, finding all of the sensitive skin located there. Meanwhile her free hand was cupping his sac, gently fondling him there.

  The attention was pure bliss. Ana seemed ready to cater to his every whim before he even asked for it. She popped his cock from her mouth, but before he could beg her to continue, she spit on it, the long strands of saliva sliding down to encounter the hand that firmly held his shaft.

  Her eyes focused on him, she used the spit as lube, her fingers sliding smoothly over the skin as she spread it around before taking him back in her mouth, going even deeper this time. His eyes rolled back as her head moved in time with her hand, ensuring his entire cock received attention at once.

  It was too much, and she knew it. Despite taking at least half his large cock into her mouth, a grin managed to spread on her face as she felt him swell in her hand.

  “Ana, I’m going to—” He didn’t finish his sentence as she pushed herself deep on his cock. He felt it hit the back of her throat just as he lost control. His cock pulsed in her hand, shooting deep into her mouth. Ana continued to work his shaft, stroking him constantly as he came.

  The visual and physical stimulation of the moment pushed him to that elusive higher-plane of bliss that only happens every so often. His legs began to shake, despite the fact that he was sitting on the bed. His arms lost all strength and his core screamed in protest as muscles flexed and relaxed in rapid-fire succession.

  It was too much. He fell back into the bed, his body limp except for his cock, as Ana continued to bring him down from his high slowly, ensuring that every last sensation and ripple of pleasure was eked from him.

  And they hadn’t even had sex yet.

  The thought raced through him, and before he could stop himself, he began to laugh. Ana looked up from her position between his legs, having just finished the job she was performing. Standing up, she put her hands on her hips.

  “What’s so funny?” she demanded.

  The fact that she was completely naked just amplified his humor. He didn’t want to see her hurt, however, so amidst his laughter he reached up and dragged her down onto the bed next to him. She let out a surprised yelp, but he guided her fall easily until she lay next to him.

  His laughter subsided as they nuzzled each other gently, basking in the moment and the pleasure they had been able to give each other.

  “I am just giddy,” he told her in response to her earlier question. “I have never felt such an intense connection before, and we have yet to have sex!”

  Ana smiled. “I know. I’m looking forward to when we do though,” she told him, her blue eyes looking up at him seductively. She gave an extra bat or two of her eyelashes.

  “Any objections to doing so right now?” he asked, pressing his hips against her, to show that his cock was hard and ready to go again.

  Her eyes flicked down to his waist, and he saw her pupils dilate in delight. Taking that as an affirmative, he slowly rolled her onto her back, giving her any number of moments to say no. She didn’t, and instead pulled him down into her embrace as her legs parted for him.

  A growl sounded deep in his throat as he nipped at her neck, his hips pushing slowly. Ana gasped softly at the same moment he slipped inside of her, his cock easily finding her warm entrance. He paused, wanting to ensure she had time to adjust to his size.

  Ana’s jerky, frantic nod let him know to continue. Her moans and his growls intertwined as they discovered the extreme pleasure of each other’s bodies. Every twitch and motion was felt as they lay intertwined, moving against each other in unison, as if they had done this a thousand times before. Ferro knew that, just like him, she would have taken others over her life. He had taken human women before, and as he aged, they had become more and more enamored with his skills in the bedroom.
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  He had always shrugged it off, not fully believing them. Now though, as he found his counterpart, someone who had lived a long and full life as well, he understood. Completely and thoroughly, he got it now. The ecstasy of his coupling with Ana was incomparable. There was no life experience for him to draw on that could fully convey how elevated he felt with her body pressed next to his.

  “Ferro,” she whispered in his ear, her voice calling out to the primal instincts ingrained within him. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back, her nails leaving long marks in his skin, tantalizing him with the fleeting pain as his body healed them almost instantly.

  With a passionate snarl he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, moving himself roughly against her. She gasped, her lips parting in a perfect “Oh” as he ground himself into her. She fought back, but only playfully. He managed to transfer his grip, with one large hand holding both of her wrists down. His free hand dropped to her collarbone. Watching for any signs that she wasn’t okay with it, he slid his palm upward until it wrapped around her neck.

  A flicker of nerves entered her eyes, but he let her know that his plans were anything but malicious by tenderly kissing her lips, reassuring her that it was all in the moment. Then, with a nod of acceptance, he tightened his fingers ever so slightly around her neck. Simultaneously, he levered himself up, using the hand above her head to support more of his weight. With the better angle, he began to fuck her both harder, and faster, than he had before.

  “Yes!” she gasped through his grip, her eyes blazing with delight at the way he was handling her. Ferro could tell it wasn’t something she’d experienced much of, but the increase of cries—neither of them cared about being quiet any longer—told him she was rapidly coming to find she liked it.

  He tightened his grip some more, at the same time increasing the speed of his hips as they thrust into her, burying himself completely every time. Her breathing became more ragged, and after several seconds he released his grip on her neck entirely.

  Ana gasped as blood and air rushed into her body as his hand pulled back. With her distracted, he released her hands, wrapped his hands around her legs and began to pull her into him. Her cries redoubled in intensity each time their bodies slammed together.

  But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. Ferro slipped to the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the floor. His arms were still under her legs, and he used that leverage now to pull her in tight to him. The height difference meant only her head and shoulder blades rested on the bed as he held her hips to his height.

  Now he had the angle and freedom he wanted. Ana watched him intently as he picked up his pace once more, thrusting into her as vigorously as he could, his cock slamming deep into her, eliciting cries that only urged him on more. Her hands grabbed her breasts, massaging them for him to see, her fingers softly playing with her nipples, sending more blood into his already throbbing cock at the beautiful sight of a woman touching herself. It was such a powerful sight that he lost control.

  With a deep, angry-sounding growl his hips took on a life of their own, crashing into Ana with an almost violent intent. She cried and her eyes rolled back into her head. Moments later he felt her walls tighten around him. It was more than he could stand, and for the second time that evening, Ferro came, his hard cock spurting more cum deep inside of Ana. His grunts mixed with her cries, a beautiful harmony that he wished could go on forever.

  Instead, lungs heaving, he collapsed onto her. Between the two of them they summoned enough energy to pull themselves back onto the bed, lying in each other’s loose embrace as they slowly recovered from their exertions.

  “Wow,” he said at last.

  She smiled.

  He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths to calm his body, to bring it back to its resting point. It was five or ten minutes later when they opened again.

  Soft noises from the beautiful woman in his arms told him that Ana had already fallen asleep.

  With one last sigh of happiness, he joined her.

  ***

  “You’re thinking about the Order again, aren’t you?” she gently accused him.

  Ferro shook himself from his daze, meeting her gentle glare.

  “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Is it that obvious?”

  Ana snorted in a most un-“ladylike” manner, though he found it rather cute and endearing.

  “I’ve been talking to you for the past five minutes. Have you heard a word of it?”

  A strange feeling overcame Ferro just then. It took him a moment to realize it. He was blushing! Embarrassment wasn’t something that happened to him often anymore.

  Giving Ana a wry smile he shook his head. “No. I have been doing you a disservice.” He grabbed her hand and gently pressed his lips to the back of it. “You have my abject apologies, m’lady.”

  She giggled, but didn’t snatch her hand back either. “Well, I mean, if they’re abject, then who am I to hold it against you?”

  Ferro grinned. God she is perfect.

  It didn’t occur to him that he’d known her for less than twenty-four hours. It felt like so much longer, as if they’d been friends for a long time who had only recently discovered that they were, in fact, so much more. Their elongated life spans meant that they could share thoughts and experiences that no one else would ever truly understand.

  It also meant she could read his body language with an accuracy that was bordering on scary. He instantly made a vow then and there to never try to hide anything from her. Not only would he fail miserably, but she would never let him forget it either.

  A smile split his face at that thought.

  “What are you grinning at mister?”

  “You,” he told her with a wink.

  Ana giggled again, shaking her head at his unabashed words.

  They were in the mountainous hills east of the village. That was where Ferro had initially been headed before he had stopped to render assistance. Now, they were hiking up a game trail, ascending to well above sea level as they went.

  “Where are you taking me again?” she asked as they pushed on, their brief pause done.

  “There,” he said, pointing vaguely upward.

  “Oh. Right. Up,” she said sarcastically. “So Mr. Specific,” she said, using the words like a title, “is there a particular destination at the end of this journey ‘up,’ or are we just going for an exploration?”

  He smiled. “Yes, there is a particular destination at the end of our journey,” he informed her.

  “Ow!” he cried, as a rock careened off the back of his head. Looking back, he gave Ana an incredulous glance.

  “It wasn’t me!” she protested. “It must have come from ‘up.’”

  He stared at her for a moment before breaking into laughter, which only served to agitate his momentarily irritated skull.

  “Next time, ‘up’ had better use a rounded rock, if it knows what is good for it,” he said, shaking his fist in mock anger at the incline ahead of them.

  “Are you going to tell me?” she inquired as they resumed their climb.

  “Of course!” he reassured her.

  There was silence for a moment, before she sighed dramatically. “When are you going to tell me?”

  He considered his answer carefully. “Soon,” he answered cryptically.

  “Has anyone ever told you that you’re rather annoying?” she asked cheerfully.

  “Occasionally!” He ducked the flying rock this time.

  He was fairly positive he could hear Ana’s teeth grinding behind him, so he decided to take pity on her. A joke was a joke only until it was taken too far, after all.

  “The primary residence of the Dragon Council is located within these hills,” he told her, his tone now serious.

  There was a short silence before Ana spoke again. “You don’t really think the Order was dumb enough to set up base here, do you?”

  Ferro shook his head. “No. But the Council may have left clues.”

  “Clues t
o what?”

  “Their whereabouts,” he replied. “The Order did not get them all. They all but confirmed that to us. Some, if not most, of the Council is likely now in hiding. It is my hope that we can find out where.”

  “Have you considered that the Order may have agents watching this place? They obviously know where it is, or else they wouldn’t have been able to overthrow the Council.”

  “Yes.” He hoped his body language didn’t give away the fact that he thought that not only possible, but a near certainty.

  Unfortunately, Ana seemed to pick up on that as well. “You think they’re watching it, don’t you?”

  He didn’t reply.

  “Oh my God,” she said, getting angry. “You’re hoping that they do! You want them to see you. To see us!”

  Ferro stopped his progress, turning to face Ana. “They were going to find us again eventually,” he told her, trying to ignore the way the lock of black amidst her platinum blonde hair bounced as she shook her head.

  “No. They were going to find you. I could be,” her voice trailed off, but she threw her hands wide, indicating the world. “It would be easy enough for me to lose them,” she accused.

  “Perhaps,” he agreed. “I thought that through as well. I figure it to be more likely that they will eventually find you. When they find you, they will kill you,” he said, his voice deadly serious. His gaze bore into her, driving home the point. “You stand a much better chance of staying alive if you stay with me.”

  Her eyebrows shot up. “If I stay with you? Did you ever ask me if I wanted to stay with you?”

  “Ana—” he began, but it was too late.

  She spun in place and began working her way down the mountain.

  “Ana, wait!” he called.