by Mandy Rosko
It was more of a bath than a spring.
Azoth moved to the edge of the little pool and set her down. He crouched down and ran his hand through the water.
“It’s warm. This will do.”
“How is this here? How is all this not covered with mold? Where does the water come from?” It was pouring in clean enough, but she didn't see a place for it to drain out.
“A spell.” Azoth said. “A stone cavern is hardly the place for such things, or even to grow or hunt for food, yet I have always been provided for.”
More magic and spells. She should’ve seen it coming.
Diana pulled down the zipper on her jacket, and was trying to shrug out of the thing when Azoth’s hands pulled it off her shoulders in a smooth motion.
She looked up at him, and even though it hadn't been skin to skin contact, goosebumps still formed all over her flesh, as if he had, and it had felt good. “Uh, thanks.”
He nodded to her before placing her jacket on a stone slab that looked like it was used mostly as a bench.
Her fingers paused on the buttons of her blouse. “You can go now.”
“I intend to bathe with you.”
“What?”
“It will speed your recovery.”
That sounded like one of the lamest lines she’d ever heard. “No way,” she said, shaking her head, even as, deep inside, a little voice was telling her to go along with it.
Look at him, standing right there, so muscled and handsome, so cover model gorgeous, and he wanted to be with plain, scarred, little her.
Why not let him?
Azoth sighed, his shoulders sagging, but she got the impression that it was because he was struggling for patience rather than being beaten down by her resolve. “Princess, miva sakkra, we shall do nothing you do not wish to do, but otherwise, I intend to get into the pool with you.”
If her face got any hotter it was going to melt off. He wasn’t giving her a choice on this one. She was slightly thrilled about that, but didn't want to admit it to him, or to herself. “I don’t think I’m getting entirely naked then.”
That sex charged grin came back, and it sent an electric sizzle right to the folds of her sex, which had become wet and moist a long time ago. “Although I adore your body, I have seen my fair share for the night.”
Fantastic.
Diana hesitated a moment longer, her eyes continually moving towards her…husband, and lingering there for any signs of foul play, but he just continued to undress, as casually and comfortably as though there wasn’t another person three feet away in a brightly lit room.
It was easy enough for him to get his clothes off, considering he was wearing only a pair of leather pants that didn't have a belt, or even a button and zipper. They were tied off at the top with a string. He kicked off the boots he wore, which also looked to be made of some animal hide of some sort. Then he shoved them down and kicked them away, exposing the flesh of his perfect thighs.
He didn’t have any reason to be shy. He was built a model on GQ. A fact she already knew even without the removal of the brown leather pants he wore because his upper body had been exposed to her since she’d met him. She guessed that, as a prisoner guarding a dragon and a yacht-load of treasure, he didn’t have much else to do other than work on keeping that six pack of his in excellent shape. Holy damn.
Made her feel all like shutting the lights out for when she got into her white cotton undies, if there was any way to turn off the lights, that is.
Her teeth clenched up when he was completely naked in front of her, but not because she was annoyed with him. It was because he was so damned good looking, and now she could see every inch of him, including his erect cock, which he didn't even try to hide. He smiled at her before she could look away from him and pretend that she hadn't seen anything at all.
She couldn't pretend. That ship had sailed, but she still wasn't going to look. Not directly, at least.
He wore no underwear at all, and even from her peripheral vision, she now knew that the color of his pubic hair matched the hair on his head. She couldn’t help herself, she brought her hand up to cover her eyes.
It might’ve had more to do with hiding her embarrassment though.
Azoth laughed and stepped around her, though she felt the brush of his skin against her as he walked a little too close and stepped into the water.
“Princess, it’s time for your bath.”
There was no way she was going to keep control of herself. Her sex throbbed and her breasts ached for touch. She was so done.
Chapter Five
This seemed like an odd thing to be doing, considering she had a voice in her head that, fifteen minutes ago, had been screaming at her to get out of Dodge. She’d already run from the dragon, and Azoth was no longer giving her the shivers, not the bad kind at least, so what else could it be?
Still, that didn’t mean getting into a hot bath with him was a good idea. Yet she still did it. She hesitantly stepped into the water. The pool was fairly shallow, in fact it reminded her more of a hot tub, only without all the air bubbles. There was even carved out space for her to sit. She did.
It was all very nice, but the only thing, the only person, she could focus on, was him.
Azoth sat on the other side, nearly under the mouth of the dragon that poured in the water. They stared at each other.
Why wasn't he trying to come closer to her?
“Put your head under the water,” Azoth said. “It will ease your locks.” He made as if to touch her crispy strands of hair, but then held back, as though knowing she wouldn't want anyone near her burned hair.
She didn’t do it right away. Partly because fear from her rational side kept saying that she was in a hot bath with a man who claimed to be her husband, and who could drown her if he wanted, and part shock that he knew about her sensitivity to her hair.
She couldn’t stop her hand from coming up to touch the wiry strands. “How—”
“You always took pride in it. The way the sun touched it, the flowers that bloomed in it. You refused to speak to me for nearly a fortnight because I had once pulled on it.”
She didn’t want to know what would cause him to tug on her hair. Still, she looked down at the water she sat in. It was nearly clear, and it would have been had it not been for the heat and steam.
“I don’t suppose you have any shampoo or conditioner here, do you?”
He stared at her blankly.
“To clean my hair.”
“The water will do that,” he said.
She sighed. Maybe it was just the time he came from. His people probably thought that hot water alone was the epitome of a luxurious bath. Almost, but not quite there.
There was nothing for it. She’d have to make due. Pinching her nose, Diana dunked her head under the water, allowed the hot liquid to rush through her ruined hair, and then came back up for air.
She didn’t feel any different.
Azoth was smiling at her.
She quirked her head at him, then lifted her hand up and touched her—her silky smooth, soft hair.
She put her other hand into her hair and scrunched it into curls, tilting her head at an angle that would allow her to see the dark strands. It felt softer than silk, and she had no doubt would look as though she’d just stepped out of a salon when dry.
“How—”
“The water, sakkra, it has regenerating abilities My father created a stone of such abilities, and he placed it inside the dragon's mouth. You cannot see it, for the water, but it is there. Now, as the water flows over the stone, the water takes on the power of the stone. You did not think I would stay forever young in this cavern without it, did you?”
He asked it with a smile in his voice, as though it were obvious and he found it cute that she’d asked such a childish question.
Suddenly the reason for her lack of injuries made sense. She must’ve bathed in here with him earlier, before they’d had sex.
Just the tho
ught of that brought the event to the forefront of her mind. What she’d thought to be a dream, Azoth hard body on top of her, his wrist thick cock inside of her, moving, touching everywhere…
She blushed and had to look away from him as her body reacted to the memories. “I didn’t know.”
“I—of course, I’d forgotten.”
Awkward moment, but that was alright, because Diana was curious now. “Don't dragons...I mean, aren't they immortal?”
Azoth laughed. “Everything dies, princess, but I suppose I would still be alive, even without the aid of this spring. I would simply be,” he searched for a word.
“Older?”
“I imagine I would have aged quite finely.”
Now Diana wanted to laugh, but she held back. “Then how do you explain me? If I'm who you say I am, why haven't I aged? Why is my hair a different color?”
His voice was harsh as he replied stubbornly. “It is you.”
Because of the constant splashing of the water from the dragon’s mouth, she didn’t register a change when he moved across their little pool and settled his large, strong hands on her hips.
He could have squeezed and really hurt her if he wanted to, but his touch was gentle, and smooth beneath the water. It was familiar and reminded her of so many sensations she was no longer sure hadn't happened.
Her breath quickened and her sex swelled at his nearness. Her nipples tightened and sizzled as his chest brushed against hers as he came even closer, until he was between her legs, and their naked bodies were pressed against each other.
Now she really was burning up as the folds of her cunt swelled. Her clit throbbed, and she wanted him to touch her, to put his hands down there, but she was too damned scared do ask for it.
“What—”
“Forgive me sakkra, but I must. I cannot be gentle,” he pressed his mouth to hers, hard and giving her no room to argue. His muscled arm wrapped around her small shoulders, pressing her closer to him, practically pulling her onto his lap.
Diana didn't fight him. She curled her arms around his neck, completely taken in by the feel of his skin.
Azoth's cock was hard. She could feel it jutting against her hip, large and throbbing.
She wasn’t resisting, she should be resisting, but she wasn't, and that felt all right. Something was happening here that she didn’t understand, and yeah, maybe she was allowing herself to believe his story might be true, but that didn’t mean Diana was the woman he was looking for. More likely she was a look-a-like, but then, why was she having that other Diana’s memories?
Azoth’s hand cupped her breast, her small size C, and he massaged it and pinched down on the nipple as though it were more than what he needed.
Diana moaned and jerked in his hold, the nearly painful sensation of that pinch shooting down to her clit and almost making her lose her damned mind. She pressed her chest into his hand, wanting more of that as she moaned. He even pulled away from her enough to look down at his work through the water. Then he looked back at her, his eyes wild and lustful, like an animal in heat.
"I want you," he said.
No one had ever looked at her like that, or spoke to her like she was so damned gorgeous it was painful. All they’d ever seen was her scar.
Her body and mind decided right there that it was okay to do this. She could get lost in Azoth’s arms, she could have sex again and enjoy the feeling of someone else thinking she was pretty. She was an adult and so was he, she could take this and no one would say anything about it. It would be her decision.
“You’re beautiful, miva sakkra,” Azoth said, before he put his lips to her collarbone. As he kissed her, his hand moved to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the previous one. He didn't just play with her nipples either. His fingers circled her areola, and that felt pretty damned good, too. Even she had never been so thorough with herself.
“Can you read my mind?”
He laughed and pulled away. “You were thinking you were beautiful as well? How vain you are, my little pixie.”
She blushed. “I know I’m not, I meant—”
“You are beautiful, sakkra. Let no one tell you otherwise.”
Her fingers clenched his shoulders. “You keep saying that word. What does it mean?”
“Sakkra?”
She nodded.
“Love.”
Love. He was calling her his love. “I hope for your sake I am who you think I am.” she said.
“You are,” His large hand cupped the back of her head, and his thumb stroked her cheek. “I believe, that somewhere beneath that spell, you believe it as well, otherwise we would not be in this position.”
He was right. The realization startled her, but he was most definitely right.
He kissed her again, and she welcomed the familiar feel of his warm mouth on hers. His lips were soft and welcoming, his tongue touching and then probing, sliding between her lips and gliding against her tongue.
He tasted like something sweet and familiar, like a fruit she hadn't eaten in so long and needed to have now that she was reminded of how good it was. Diana pressed her mouth back against his, thrusting her tongue forward, searching for more of that sweetness that he had.
Azoth chuckled and held her tighter, but he didn't let her dominate him.
He was right, he had to be. Otherwise she wouldn’t be feeling the things she was right now, this wouldn’t be so natural to her, so perfect.
Her legs spread easily with his guiding hand, and he slipped within them. She felt his hard cock at the folds of her sex, and then he was entering her in one smooth motion.
Diana tensed for the intrusion, expecting a certain amount of pain. She was no virgin, but she didn't exactly get around much either, and he was big man. A very big man.
There was no pain. All she felt were the pleasurable sensations of a cock inside her, stretching her and touching every part of her inner walls. Then there was the sensation of being incredibly full.
Incredibly full and incredibly good, that was how she felt. Her inner walls clamped down on him, pulsing around him, and pleasure was already building within her, something she'd needed so much without even realizing it. Not just the pleasure either. She'd needed him.
Diana breathed a sigh and locked her ankles around his ass. He lifted her from her seat within the water, just enough so that he could stand with her, holding her back against the edge of the pool with both of their middles still submerged. Then he began to move.
Diana gasped, and she arched against him, her head falling back as she groaned helplessly.
This was so much better than she'd even hoped for, and Diana canted her hips back against his, meeting him and creating a rhythm that would bring her closer to the edge that much faster.
Usually during sex, Diana rarely felt more than a little sizzle as she tried to keep up with her partner, but now, with Azoth’s pulsing shaft inside her swollen sex, pumping back and forth, back and forth, touching everything, everywhere, places no one else had ever reached, it was absolute breathless-bliss.
It was their first time all over again, only now she was more aware of it. This time she wouldn’t forget.
Diana clawed her fingernails into Azoth’s back, vaguely registering the many jagged indents under her fingers as he moved on top of her. It was like strips of his skin had been torn away,
Scars, she thought. Many deep, ugly, and violent scars. She wondered how he came to have them. The dragon, perhaps?
She stopped thinking about that as the mounting pleasure of his quickly escalating motions moved through her thighs and stomach, up to her chest and throat. She tried to keep it in. Her heart pumped and her breathing was heavy enough, but she couldn’t do it, wouldn’t even think of it—
Azoth’s mouth was on her lips again, but just as she brought her tongue forth to taste, he pulled back.
“Make noise for me, sakkra. I want to see you moaning as I fuck you.”
She did. It was reluctant sound, b
rought on by his warm, breathy words in her ear. He grunted and moaned, so she did as well.
He returned each noise she made with one of his own. He slowed his hips, but still moving in sharp and deep thrusts, then in a circular motion.
Diana opened her mouth, but still only heavy breathing emerged. She spoke some words but she didn’t know what they were. Her brain wasn't functioning now that her body had become drunk on the pleasure.
And oh! It was so damned good.
Azoth put his hands down to grip the edge of their little pool, and he grunted loudly, his throat working and eyes squeezing shut as he moaned for her.
It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Maybe that was why he wanted her to make noise.
She’d already decided to stop holding back when he swiveled his hips around, and Diana’s eyes flew wide as she release high pitched keening sounds. “Oh my God!” She covered her mouth to keep from saying more, but Azoth pulled her hand away.
“You are mine,” he said.
Fine by her. “Fuck me faster.” she said, and that had been somewhere between a command and a beg.
He all too readily complied, and his cock thrusting impossibly fast was too much. Her orgasm exploded inside her and vented out her throat in a loud scream that she tried to muffle by biting down on Azoth’s shoulder. Her sex squeezed his cock again and again, and that seemed to be the driving force that brought him over the edge with her.
Azoth continued to move inside her only a few more thrusts before he groaned and tensed as he came inside her in twitchy spurts. He held onto her so tightly that she almost had trouble breathing, but it was warm and perfect, and she'd never felt more loved and cared for in her life.
Diana just wanted to let her body fall completely over top of his and never move. She was a rag doll, her bones were made of string, and it looked as if she would be staying that was for a good long while.
The only thing that ruined their coming together, that ruined Diana’s buzz was a single nagging thought.
