by T. S. Ryder
Moments later, Sullivan followed suit, pulling out and cumming all over her, shooting load after load of his sticky sperm all over her chest, covering her tits like a frosting. Exhausted, he collapsed beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.
“Wow…” they both said in unison.
Chapter Five
When Cynthia woke, her whole body felt sore. Her mind was hazy for a moment before memories of last night came rushing back. She looked around quickly, searching for her newfound lover, but he was nowhere in sight. “Sullivan?” she called out into the empty bedroom, but there was no answer.
A soft breeze rolled in from the open window, fluttering the golden-colored curtains. Cynthia sighed, wondering where he had gone. She was about to doze off again when she was possessed by the sudden need to explore. It was as if the corners of the room were calling out to her. Sullivan would come back eventually, she thought.
So she got up, but doing so, she noticed the mess on her chest. She groaned slightly, feeling her own juices seeping out of her. Images of last night flashed before her eyes and her hormones flared up once more. She noticed an open door and peered inside. To her benefit, it was a bathroom. She quickly cleaned herself up before padding back into the room. She started buttoning up her shirt that had somehow managed to stay on her body throughout the night.
Cynthia walked up to the fireplace first. It was made of a smooth, green-colored granite. Its white colored-swirls gave it a rich, elaborate pattern. She traced her finger over some of them, shivering as she felt just how cold it was. The fireplace itself looked like it had not been lit in a very long time. There were a few ashes on the bottom, but they looked like they had been there for ages.
Sitting on the mantelpiece were a few interesting artifacts. There was a strange-looking bronze statue of a monkey, sitting like Buddha. It had its hands over its stomach while another set of hands covered his elongated ears. Cynthia half-expected him to have another set of arms, to make him a Buddha/Kali hybrid. She stared at it a few moments longer, but she still couldn’t quite make out what it was.
Moving to the left, there was a beautiful broach, pinned to a rose-patterned upholstery. The peacock, engraved in what looked like near-tarnishing silver, looked almost lifelike. Its large, pluming feathers were a vibrant mixture of iridescent greens and dashing blues. Cynthia gently ran her fingers over it, smiling to herself. Sullivan sure did have a love for strange antiques.
Finally, Cynthia arrived at the center of the mantelpiece. Here, a breathtaking dragon necklace was settled in a glass display, which shone brightly as if someone had just finished polishing it. Each of its dark, raven black scales was carved into the onyx-like material. The dragon’s long, slender neck made up about half of the necklace, while the painstakingly detailed wings and tail made up the rest. Cynthia got on her tiptoes, pressing her face closer to the glass display until her nose was almost touching it.
Tiny rubies had been used for the eyes. Its tail had barge spikes that looked rather intimidating. Cynthia wondered how any craftsman could have gotten so much detail into a relatively small piece of jewelry.
She looked around the room, seeing that it was still empty. Cautiously, she took the glass box, holding it in her hands. She gently opened it, exposing the necklace. She held her breath and picked it up. It was cold to the touch. She was almost disappointed not to have the little dragon come to life in her hand. Instead, it laid motionless as her fingertips ran along the dragon’s spine.
Finally, she gathered up her courage and draped it around her neck. It was made in such a way that the dragon’s head was nuzzled against the hollow of her neck, his maw looking like it was about to set her heart on fire. The dragon’s tail wrapped around her neck in a choker fashion, while the impressive wings spread out across her shoulders.
Cynthia gasped as she finally let go, letting it settle on her body. Pure energy suddenly rushed into every fiber of her being. Her pulse quickened and her heart felt like it would explode. She nearly dropped to her knees, her mind clouded.
Suddenly, the necklace began to move. The dragon’s limbs stretched after centuries of slumber, its claws slowly clenching. Abruptly, they dug into Cynthia’s flesh, causing her to cry out. She tried to pull the necklace off her neck, but it was impossible. Somehow, the necklace had managed to attach itself to her body, causing her to panic.
Had she somehow stumbled onto a magical item? She cursed herself for not bringing her wand along. Once again, she tried to tug off the necklace, but this time the little dragon lifted its head and snapped at her. She quickly withdrew her fingers, reluctant to find out how sharp those teeth were. What was she supposed to do now?
Chapter Six
Just as Cynthia was starting to panic, Sullivan entered the room. His footsteps were silent and Cynthia didn’t even notice as he walked up to her, a proud smirk on his face. So she had found the necklace after all. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her toward his body. “Good morning,” he cooed into her ear ever so softly.
Cynthia’s body turned rigid at his sudden appearance. What would he say when he found out that she had been fiddling with his stuff? A sense of dread washed over her as she tried to think of a good excuse as to why there was a dragon necklace now physically attached to her neck.
“I’m glad you found my necklace,” Sullivan whispered after a moment of silence.
“Wait… you’re glad I tried on the necklace?” Cynthia asked in disbelief. She had been almost certain that he would be furious with her.
“Of course, because now I know you’re the one I’m destined to be with,” he whispered into her ear, nibbling her lobe from behind, his hands on her stomach.
What did he mean? Cynthia tried to process his words, but they were like gibberish to her. “I don’t understand…” she finally said.
Sullivan tightened his grip before letting go and took her hand. He guided her toward the bed, letting them both sit down on the edge. “There’s something I must confess.”
The tiny dragon on Cynthia’s neck seemed to calm down from its excited state, nuzzling against her and falling back asleep, going back to its rigid form. Cynthia looked up at him, puzzled.
“I’m a dragon,” he said simply. The word dragon fell between them like a large rock. Cynthia stared at him in disbelief.
“You mean… like a real one. Those huge fire-breathing lizards?”
Sullivan’s face contorted with the offense at her words. “I do not breathe fire and I am certainly not a lizard,” he said, trying to reclaim his dignity. “I’m a dragon yes, like the one around your neck. I have wings and I can fly, but I don’t breathe fire or acid or anything else for that matter. That’s just a myth the humans invented long ago.”
Cynthia just stared at him. She could hardly believe what was happening. “Okay, so you’re a dragon… but what about the necklace?” Again, she reached up and tried to remove it, but just like before it wouldn’t budge.
“Attar here…” Sullivan paused to reach out and run a finger over the tiny dragon. It lifted its head in acknowledgment, a purr-like sound emerging from within its throat, “… is my companion. As a witch, he’s most similar to what your kind calls a familiar. Strange how you don’t seem to have one yourself. It is the reason why I had my doubts at first, thinking maybe you were just a mystic.”
Cynthia’s mouth hung agape. How did he know she was a witch? Had she been careless with her magic? She narrowed her eyes at him, wondering how long he had known her secret. “How do you know that?” she asked, feeling a bit threatened.
“I could sense it. You possess some very powerful magic. It was one of the things that attracted me to you… among others,” he said smoothly, running his fingers along the side of her face. “But Attar has marked you as my mate. Placing him around your neck activates his magic and if he deems you worthy, he’ll attach himself to you.”
“So I can never take him off?” Cynthia asked, a lit
tle concerned.
“As long as we both love each other, he’ll always be with you. At times, you may be able to persuade him to turn into a bracelet or maybe a belt buckle, but for the most part yes, you can’t take him off,” Sullivan explained. “But he knows that you love me too. He could sense it in your blood, that’s why he marked you.”
Sullivan was slowly pulling Cynthia closer. “You aren’t going to deny it, are you?”
Cynthia’s mind was swimming. Did she really love this man? No one had ever made her feel this way before. She knew she never wanted to leave his bedroom, but at the same time, the rational side of her couldn’t quite let her heart do as it pleased. She had just met this guy. She knew nothing about him, aside from the fact that he was a dragon. She wasn’t even completely sure she believed that.
“Show me,” Cynthia suddenly demanded.
“Show you what?”
“Prove to me that you really are a dragon… that this isn’t some sort of a cheap trick.”
Sullivan sighed. “Very well. But I will not transform completely. It’s too dangerous.” He did not want to admit to her that due to his exile, he was not allowed to do so.
She nodded, eager for anything that would disperse her doubts. With bated breath, she watched as he got up, standing before her. He closed his eyes and stretched out his arms. Attar craned his neck, looking at him. Together, they watched as large, leathery wings slowly emerged from Sullivan’s back. They nearly took up the entire room. His scales were black, changing into a deep, midnight blue depending on the angle. The tips of his wings were adorned with sharp-looking talons. He flexed them slightly, letting the soft breeze roll in Cynthia’s direction. He watched her face carefully, gauging her reaction.
Cynthia couldn’t believe her eyes. She really had fallen in love with a dragon.
Chapter Seven
Slowly, Cynthia got up, her fingertips reaching out, nearly touching him. “May I?” she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.
“Of course,” Sullivan answered, smiling down at his mate’s curiosity. Cynthia held her breath, touching his wings for the first time. She gasped, feeling an inexplicable rush of energy pouring into her soul. She could sense his powerful magic, like living electricity. She could already feel her hair stand on edge, the back of her neck prickling with the sensation.
“This is amazing…” Cynthia whispered, more to herself than to Sullivan. “I never imagined dragons would still roam this world… I had always assumed they had died out centuries ago.”
“That’s what the humans believe, but there’s a cluster of us still alive and well.” He grinned.
“Where? Are there more of you here in Seattle? Can I meet them?” she asked excitedly.
A frown appeared on Sullivan’s face. He contemplated telling her about his family history but then thought better of it. He didn’t want her to look at him differently, just because he was once a royal only to be exiled from his own people. “Don’t worry about them. It’s just you and me now,” he said, placing his hand on Cynthia’s cheek. His thumb rubbed against her skin affectionately. “All that matters is that we’re mates. That we belong together.” His voice dropped an octave, turning sexual and somehow dark.
Cynthia felt herself shiver with desire. She looked up into Sullivan’s eyes, losing herself in them. Her hands had moved away from his wings and around his neck, their faces coming even closer together. She felt herself shiver under the effects of his formidable aura. She had never felt someone with such strength before. It was invigorating.
Sullivan’s hands dropped down to her hips, pulling her close until their bodies locked together. Their foreheads touched and their breaths mingled. Their hearts started to beat a little faster as their lips came together in a passionate kiss. Cynthia felt herself melting against him, her lips glued to his as they continued to make out, her fingers running through his thick, black hair.
Sullivan grinned into the kiss, prying his tongue into her mouth. She happily complied, rubbing herself against him, feeling her excitement grow. With his wings now safely tucked away and out of sight, he pushed her onto the bed and pounced on her. Cynthia giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist, keeping him trapped, a naughty glint in her eye. “Now you’re mine,” she said, her voice breathless.
“No.” He countered, his eyes darkening. “You’re mine.” He growled playfully, pinning her down as his lips moved along her neck, kissing her tender flesh, making her moan out until her whole body started to wriggle in pleasure. “And you can’t resist me,” he whispered into her ear, challenging her to correct him.
Cynthia found herself unable to say anything, laying there with her heart hammering and her legs apart. His hand wrapped around her thighs, spreading her legs even more, hiking up her button-up shirt and exposing her still bare pussy. A smirk appeared on his face as her womanly scent made its way to his nose once more.
It was intoxicating and Sullivan couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and tasting her at the source. Cynthia moaned loudly at the abrupt sensation of his rough, almost scaly tongue pressing against her wet folds. She bucked her hips, feeling herself shiver with desire. Her fingers clutched the sheets as his tongue slithered inside of her, venturing deeper and deeper. He lapped at her now flowing juices, making sure to get every drop.
Cynthia moaned. Never before had she felt this way. The grainy texture of his tongue against her pussy walls was slowly driving her insane. She bit her lip and tilted her head back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Sullivan…” She moaned once again.
He grinned at her, making eye contact for a moment before grabbing her thick thighs and hoisting her legs over his shoulders. Her ankles hooked behind his head, pulling him even closer until he could no longer pull away. With his face now buried in her wet pussy, his nose pressed up against her mound, his tongue ventured even further inside of her. He twisted it as quickly as he could, his hands moving along her body and under her shirt, finding her large breasts.
He took them into his hands, kneading them slowly at first. He continued to massage them as he pulled his tongue away from her pussy, his face covered in juices. Teasing her, he allowed his teeth to gently tug on her clit, making her howl in pleasure. Her fingers tightened around the sheets even more, her body writhing with lust. “Please, Sullivan… don’t do this to me…” she said, begging him. Sullivan just straightened himself out, grinning wildly at her.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he commanded, taking one of her nipples between his fingers and giving it a slight tug. She gasped. He grinned and pulled her legs off his shoulders. “If you ask me nicely, I might just make your dreams come true.” He winked at her, slowly unbuttoning her shirt and taking it off her body. He admired her for a moment. Her beautiful curves. Her womanly figure. Her milky flesh. Everything about her was absolutely perfect. A sense of pride washed over him, knowing this was his mate.
“Please… I want to feel you inside me…” she said, her words soft and gentle. Her eyes were wide and painted with lust, doing most of the talking. Sullivan positioned himself over her body, his dick rubbing against her bare breasts. He squeezed them around his cock, groaning with pleasure as he felt their softness. Cynthia could say nothing, her eyes glued to the now engorged tip of his cock, almost purple in color, a drop of pre-cum on his tip. Did she really excite him that much?
“Oh… I think you’re going to have to do much better than that,” he told her, a naughty glint in his eye.
“Sullivan… I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard.” Cynthia looked up at him. “Please… I need that big, fat cock inside of me,” she pleaded, her hormones kicking in. She had never wanted anything so much in her entire life. “Please.”
A throaty chuckle emerged from Sullivan who smirked down at her. “As you wish.” Before she could say anything else, he had the tip of his cock pressed up against her large, pink lips. Her eyes grew wide, but nevertheless, she opened them, eager to taste him. This wasn’t exa
ctly what she had in mind, but then again, she hadn’t specified what hole she wanted to feel him in.
Sullivan pressed himself into her mouth, inch by inch, feeling her tongue rub against his base. It didn’t take long for him to reach her throat. His eyes darkened and he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling on it as he rammed his dick down. Cynthia gagged, her throat tightening around his thick cock, making him moan in pleasure. “That’s it babe…” he said, grabbing hold of her hair with both hands as he slowly started to face-fuck her. A bit of drool ran down the side of her face, dripping onto her large tits, now bouncing slightly.
The dragon lost himself as Cynthia started to deep-throat him. The sounds of her slurping his cock only turned him on further. He could already feel his balls tighten and his cock twitch as her teeth grazed against him slightly. Cynthia’s eyes began to water as she tried her best to accommodate his huge girth inside of her small mouth, her pouty lips pressed tightly around his base. Her tongue flicked around rapidly, trying to pleasure him. Her mind went numb as she gasped for air, her whole body shivering with pleasure.
Finally, he pulled away, his cock now covered in her saliva. Cynthia panted, laying there, staring blankly at the ceiling. Suddenly, before she knew what was going on, he rammed into her. She screamed out, her whole body tensing for a moment as he spread her pussy apart. “Fuck!” Her arms wrapped around him tightly, pinning him against her chest. His cock filled her every inch as he started to pump in and out of her, shallowly at first, letting his every vein rub against her quivering pussy walls.
Cynthia bit her lip, her head on his shoulder, her body tangled with his. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins as he continued to fuck her, going faster. The squishy sounds of her juices echoed through the large bedroom every time he rammed against her womb. Her nails dug into his back, leaving long angry marks behind.
