The Air Witch's Dragon

by Severine Wolfe

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  Nearly drunk on the scent of her arousal, Ryluth laved her nipples, gently pulling on them and feeling her body, which was perfect, under her clothing. She was voluptuous and soft as a female should be. She smelled like perfection, to him. He could not stop drawing her in. It has him so aroused he was in danger of coming in his pants. He quickly thought his clothing away, it was part of his magic, and it took a minuscule amount of power to do it.

  He lay against her, his erection being rubbed by the restlessness of her legs. He closed his eyes and promised himself he would survive this erotic torture.

  He began kissing down her stomach.

  “Ryluth? Is this done?” She went still when he got below her navel.

  “Yes, Sofia,” he said, his chin right on her clit, and he knew it would vibrate.

  She hissed in air and nodded and lay her head back down.

  He decided to jump right in, and licked her from her entrance to her clit and she shivered. Putting his lips around her stiffened bundle of nerves, he lightly tongued it and she moaned, loud and long. He sucked, lightly and her legs began twitching and moving again. Ryluth stopped himself from rubbing himself on her sheets like a young Dragon in his first throes. This was all for her. He would endure.

  He licked her clit, lightly and she began to move her hips, thrusting up into his mouth. Rimming the entrance to her sheath with his finger, he slowly entered her with that one digit and again, she moaned, before thrusting up to take more of his finger. He kept bringing her up to the edge, then backing off. He had two fingers inside her grasping sheath and he wanted to blow right there.

  “Oh God!” she cried. “More!”

  That pulled his head up.

  “Will you accept more, Sofia? You must say the words.” He would not enter her body without her express permission. It must always be her choice.

  “Gods, yes, Ryluth. I need you.”

  He closed his eyes. He had waited lifetimes to hear his female say that.

  Their clothing disappeared with a thought. Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed it along her slit, wetting himself with the thick juices of her arousal. He held himself just touching her entrance.

  “Be sure, Sofia,” he urged, praying she would not change her mind.

  She arched her body, taking the head of his cock inside her. “Yes!”

  He slammed himself into her warm softness and stopped, allowing her to become accustomed to his size, as he wanted to chisel this moment in his memory, to never, ever forget the first time he was inside Sofia.

  She began pushing his shoulders.

  “Move, damn you,” she moaned and arched into him, trying to get the friction she needed going. Who was he to deny her?

  He began to slowly move in and out of her body, holding himself in check when he really wanted to slam into her until they both came apart in an explosion that would change them, forever.

  She moved with him, writhing beneath him. He worried that his being on top would make her think of being taken by Demons, so he deftly rolled them so she was on top.

  She looked down at him, shocked.

  “I don’t know...” she looked at them, to where they were connected and Ryluth felt her tighten around him. He closed his eyes, trying not to spend himself before she knew just how wonderful love making could be.

  He gently took her hips in his hands and began moving her up and down his shaft. She then put her hands down on his chest and was moving herself and Ryluth was thrusting up to meet her, hitting her clit with his pelvis bone. She began shuddering and her movements became erratic, as did his. Sofia was slamming herself down on his rigid length when she cried out, and her sheath began milking his cock until he spent his seed inside her, bathing her channel with his essence.

  She fell down on top of him, gasping for air, as he was. Her hair was all around them, and he ran his fingers through it, thinking of how wonderful that had been. Any time he had needed to find a partner for sex, he’d gone to the Technomage World and found a willing witch. It had been barely satisfying and he didn’t do it often or with much enthusiasm. With Sofia, he wanted to lay here in bed all day learning her body and bringing her to release time after time. She had been beautiful in her climaxes. She had yelled his name and it had brought his own release within her body. That had been the best moment of his entire life.

  He brought one hand down to run and up and down her lower back and thought that even now she could be pregnant and it filled him with a fierce pride.

  She finally rolled off of him and she looked up at him, shyly.

  “That was beautiful, Sofia. Thank you very much.” He said this quietly, hoping she understood the true appreciation he had for the gift she had given him.

  A huge grin appeared on her face.

  “All those things we did, that is normally done?”

  He nodded at her, taking a lock of her hair that had fallen across her breast and twirled it in his fingers. “Why would you think they weren’t? Have your friends not told you?”

  Her brow creased. “I think they do not talk about specifics around me, perhaps amongst themselves, but not me.”

  “Why?” That boggled Ryluth even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.

  “Because I don’t think pleasure such as we experienced is possible with Demons.”

  “Do you think Bax thinks that?”

  She laughed and snuggled up next to him. He put his arm around her, enjoying this intimacy with her, never having wanted it with any other female.

  “Bax has never had sex with Cassie in her Demi form or we would have all heard about how hot that was,” she said.

  Ryluth chuckled. “I meant it when I thanked you, Sofia. I have never experienced anything like that in all of my years.”

  Sofia leaned up and peered into his eyes. He winked at her.

  “I assure you, I have never felt that before,” he felt the overwhelming need to assure her.

  “Felt what?” She was genuinely curious.

  “You made me feel like a god, Sofia,” he pulled her down, kissing her. “You made me feel like the luckiest male on any world. You gave me a gift of such beauty and rarity that I can only stand in awe of it.”

  She blushed and ducked her head down into his shoulder. Then he realized she was silently laughing.

  “What is so funny?” He demanded.

  She snorted when she lifted her head up, then laughed all the harder for it. When she began to settle down she tried to tell him something.

  “This was so much better than described in the book Lauren sent me,” she stated.

  He frowned. “What book?”

  “Lauren sent me some books that she thought might help me see that sex was not always so horrible.”

  “Did you truly think that it was?” He asked in good humor, pride coming through that he had shown her it was not. “Surely, you friends must have…”

  She giggled. “I didn’t see it before and I figured they were fooling themselves, calling it love or whatever...”

  “You don’t have a romantic bone in your body, do you Sofia?” Ryluth found that thought depressing, and that feeling was not allayed when she just shrugged.

  “I am pragmatic, as I have had to be. I have witnessed love in others, but have never found it myself.”

  Ryluth’s head dropped back onto the bed, unable to look at her, because it was painful for her to admit that she didn’t feel for him what he desperately felt for her. And then, the imp in him sat up and asked when, exactly had he declared his feelings for her? He thought about that. What was it that he felt for Sofia. He was sexually attracted her. He was proud of her quick mind and her determination to help the Drakkos break their curse. He loved that she cared for the fledglings and had promised to take some of the other females to meet the young. He found, he did love her. He loved her even more for having gifted him with her body.

  He leaned up and kissed her until his eyes crossed. “Then I shall have to show you where it h
ides. I’ll consider it a quest. A sacred quest.”

  She giggled and looked down at them, Ryluth’s cock already at half-mast.

  “We were all clean and ready to start the day,” She chuckled, unrepentant.

  “Would you like to learn how dirty one can get in a bath?”

  Her eyes lit with eagerness and she nodded.

  He had much to show her.

  Chapter Ten

  Several hours later, after Ryluth had showed her the many delights to be had in the bath, then having to clean up the mess, Sofia was almost relieved when Lennalth came to her door in search of him for something only Ryluth could handle. She changed her sheets and put the laundry in a chair, not knowing what was done with it, and picked her forgotten book up off the floor. She put it on the nightstand, not worried that she would need any further instruction in the ways to be pleased.

  The only dark spot in that wonderful memory was the fact that she had learned nothing about pleasing Ryluth, not that he ever seemed to not enjoy himself, especially when he spent himself inside her body. She had watched him after she had already come and his face was fantastic in that moment. When his eyes had opened, he was still moving within her and she could feel him shooting his essence into her, she had stared at the intense satisfaction that practically glowed in them.

  A tray had been delivered to her room along with a potion and a note from Ryluth telling her to use it if she was uncomfortable. She chuckled and set it down. He had not hurt her in that way. She had been hurt, severely, in that way, and knew the difference, and frankly she liked the slight discomfort, for now it came from knowing she had been thoroughly loved, many times.

  Loved? She had been loved? She froze in the action of straightening the pillows and sat on the bed, staring at the wall. Ryluth had loved her. It was there in every tender touch, in every hesitation as he asked her permission, in every look he gave her. Her stomach flipped and the lunch she’d barely eaten suddenly wanted to come back up, but she put a hand on her stomach and took a couple of deep breaths and it eased.

  How did she feel about that? She didn’t know. Did she love Ryluth? She wasn’t sure, having no familiarity at all with that particular emotion. She had found so much joy in sharing her body with him, something she’d never expected to do. She had told herself that she would lie back and take it to have children when she found a male she could handle in that manner, but that response was now repugnant to her when she considered her morning with Ryluth. It seemed to cheapen the relationship in some way she could not entirely define, but she knew that it would be wrong.

  She was interrupted in her ruminations by a knock on her door and she opened it to see the twin half-elves smiling at her.

  “Have you gone to visit the young yet?” Meira asked.

  “We would like to go with you if you have not,” Nei smiled and giggled. “We are very interested in how the Dragons treat their young half-bloods.”

  They would be, Sofia thought grimly, knowing how half-bloods were treated on Era by full blood elves.

  “I was about to go, if you would like to come with me,” she told them, actually having totally forgotten about the fledglings and hating herself for it.

  She led them to the gate and could not have possibly missed either of them opining what had happened in her room. She was mum. Let them suppose and guess all they wanted. What had happened was between her and Ryluth and was no anyone’s business but their own.

  As they emerged through the gate, the half-elf twins gasped and stared in wonder at the woodlands surrounding them. She led them to the village where they found no one. Sofia called out for Derno and Cenan and within minutes she heard running footsteps. Cenan stopped at the edge of the forest and just stared at the females. Sofia waved to him.

  “He’s beautiful,” Nei whispered right behind her. Sofia turned her head to look at the mage over her shoulder. The gorgeous half-elf stood staring at the Dragon with her eyes wide and mouth wide open.

  Meira giggled until Derno ran up right behind Cenan, then she gasped. Sofia hung her head, but she smiled. She looked up and waved to the Dragons who were muttering quietly to themselves.

  “Where are Kristo and Glym?” She called out. They finally focused on her and nodded.

  “It is their nap time,” Derno said, as they approached her, he kept his eyes firmly on Meira. “You’ve brought friends.” He stated.

  “Yes,” Sofia told him, smiling, hoping they weren’t going to scare the women away. “Ryluth told me it was fine, as they are looking to settle here.”

  Cenan walked up and took Nei’s hand. “I am Cenan,” he said, taking her hand and kissing her palm.

  Nei giggled, and looked over at her sister who was in much the same state.

  “I’ll just go check on the children, then,” Sofia said to the four people who were completely oblivious to her existence.

  She walked over to the hut where she knew Derno stayed and found Kristo beginning to stir. He lifted his little head and stared at her sleepily the stretched his neck in what she was coming to recognize as his desire to be picked up. She pulled him up to her and carried him to Cenan’s hut and found Glym still asleep. She sat with Kristo in her lap and loved on him, playing small games with him for about twenty minutes before Glym came fully awake and ran right over to her. She grabbed him and hugged him to her. He nuzzled into her shoulder and she relished the love.

  “Let’s go outside and see if your fathers have regained their brains,” she laughed and set them both down and they ran as fast as they could outside and both Dragons were sitting on the benches near where they had had the fire with their own half-elf.

  Each fledgling went to his own father and the half-elf twins cried out in delight at the little Dragons. Sofia was nearly forgotten as the small Drakkos grabbed the women’s attention. She smiled, finding her own bench to sit upon, she watched. Meira and Nei were enchanted with the young Dragons and were giving them all of the attention they had been missing. It made her heart full to see them so happy. She also watched their fathers who appeared to be already besotted with the mages she’d brought with her. Ryluth’s plan might work, but that brought her up short as she knew how it had to end to break the curse. She didn’t want anyone to die.

  “I must return to the Palace,” she said, getting their attention. “Derno, can you and Cenan make sure they get back to the gate safely?” They nodded and quickly turned their attention back to the females and their young. Sofia huffed a laugh. It was almost like being back on the Demonworld again.

  As she stepped through the gate and back into the Palace, she took a deep breath. She walked to Ryluth’s office and sat down in a chair, feeling almost helpless. She needed help and Ryluth was busy. She picked up the parchment where she had written down the curse. She felt the presence of another person in Ryluth’s office. She looked around the chair she was sitting in and saw Groffur and Lei Yep, the Chinese Mage that Cassie had managed to find.

  She smiled, happy to see them safe and sound. “I thought you two had gone visiting the world,” she said, standing up and going to them. “I’m glad you’ve returned.”

  Groffur looked down at her and she realized that he didn’t look as old as he had previously. Perhaps she’d been too distracted with coming here to take notice, so she shrugged it off.

  “Ryluth says you need help translating some Ancient Drakkos,” he said. Groffur nodded to Lei. “She would like to help in any way she can.”

  Lei smiled and nodded at Sofia.

  Sofia gestured towards the box on Ryluth’s desk that contained what the Librarian had given her. “Everything is in there and is in Ancient Drakkos, so I can’t read it.” She waved the parchment she had written the curse on. “I wrote this down from Ryluth’s translation.”

  “Groffur has explained the curse to me,” Lei smiled and walked over to the desk. “Gods always give another way out of anything like that, for redemption.” She began going through the tomes and documents within the box.
“I think they have to do that.”

  “Has anyone told Threlzin that?” Sofia said uncharitably. All in all, she preferred the God of her youth. He never interfered in your life, made horrible edicts, called for sacrifices beyond the ability to give or cursed people to obscurity. Well, if she was being completely honest, he had, but that was very Old Testament stuff.

  Groffur looked at her and slowly nodded. “You’ve not been dealt with well when it comes to the gods, my dear.”

  Sofia could not agree more, but she asked Groffur to write down the curse in Ancient Drakkos and then she went to work on translating it as best she could, word by word.

  They were all so involved with their work, none of them heard Ryluth step into his own office and look at the mess they had made of things.

  “We should be doing this in the library,” Groffur grouched. “The Librarian would be better at this than I am. I’ve forgotten so much.”

  “You’re not that old, Groffur,” Ryluth chuckled as he walked to Sofia and bent down to kiss her. “No matter the image you wish to project to your young witch.”

  Lei giggled.

  “I’m older than you, boy. Don’t forget that.”

  Ryluth bowed to Groffur and smiled. “I could never forget that, oh Ancient One. You won’t let me.”

  Groffur harrumphed and returned to his translation.

  “It is nice to see you returned Groffur,” he said while taking his seat behind his desk and picking up the slim leather-bound journal. “The others were worried you intended to keep Lei Yep for yourself, giving none of them a chance.”

  “That’s exactly what I intend,” he looked over the book he had open. “It’s no one’s business, King or Drakkos.”

  Ryluth nodded. “Only as long as Lei Yep is agreeable to this.” His gaze wandered over to the Chinese woman who smiled at him and nodded. “As long as everyone is consenting, I see no problem with it.”

  Sofia smiled at him.

  “I heard you took the twins to see the fledglings,” he said to her, wanting desperately to be alone with her, inside her. The heated look he sent her was in no ways couched or polite. It raked down her body with a look so possessive he was sure she would catch fire.