by L. A. Boruff
Continuing down the short hall, I entered the bathroom and stopped and stared as memories fell one on top of another. The fun I had swimming in here with my mom, the times she let me play with her accessories, my dad getting ready to go hunting, so many bittersweet memories. This room was right out of time. The bathroom was originally a grotto with three heated mineral pools.
The first pool was for cleaning, and the dirty water was filtered naturally by the plants and the minerals in the sand that was on the floor of the pool. The second pool was for swimming and was heated naturally by the underground river that was in turn heated by the lava holes from the core of the Earth. It was made safe long ago by my ancestors. The third pool further back was much hotter than the other two and mostly used for sore muscles sort of like the hot tubs or saunas of today. There was another bigger communal grotto on the tenth floor below ground. The rest of the rooms had your more modern bathrooms.
Stripping down, I stepped into the first pool, grabbed some sand from the bottom, and started scrubbing. By the Mother of us all, I needed this. I couldn’t stay long because I didn’t want Kia to wake up without me near, so I hurriedly scrubbed up and grabbed some soap weed, crushed it, and washed my hair. This particular weed was long gone on the outside world, but it always reminded me of green cardamom with its hints of cinnamon, clove, and just a trace of mint that had an intense sweetness about it.
My ancestors had saved so many species of plants that were now only found in our greenhouses or rooms like this one. This area where the pool begins, and the communal one below ground as well as the hydroponics gardens were not put in stasis since the Earth was constantly renewing it. What was put on it was an erosion free charm. Stepping out of the first pool, I grabbed a towel and dried off, then went to the sink to brush my teeth, and brush my now squeaky-clean hair. Yay.
I’d avoided looking in the mirror this whole time as it was hard to see myself all grown up and without my parents here. I hated being alone. I hated that my daughter would grow up without ever knowing their love or that of a clan. Placing my hands on the counter, my head still bowed, I slowly raised it to see an average looking female with green eyes and brown auburn curly locks, dripping with wetness. Nothing stood out just as it was meant to.
Finally, I dropped my glamour and took in the person I’d grown into. It was always the eyes that drew me first. One faceted gem-like green eye with golden flecks and a horizontal slit stared back at me and looked exactly like my dragon shifter father’s, while the other eye boasted the same horizontal slit, but was a bright silver with black undertones exactly like my full-blooded primordial mother.
The primordial bloodline always won out, but if one of the parents was another species like my dad, who had been a dragon shifter, then you got extra gifts to go along with your primary ones. My daughter, on the other hand, had been a one-night stand with a Romanian gypsy with unknown psychic gifts hence the seer gifts my daughter was developing. Just thinking about him made me flush and my body heat up. He’d done everything right to make my first time a memory to be brought back up in the dark of my lonely nights. Goddess, it had been so, so long ago, and no one else since. I couldn’t help running hands down my body as the memories flooded me.
I’d met the handsome gypsy while I was traversing the Carpathian Mountains headed towards Italy. Mostly, in those first years alone after my parents were killed, I traveled either as a dragon, mountain wolf, or bear, which was safer for a young girl on her own. Besides, it got me through those mountains much faster than pure walking.
4
October 12, 2026
The Romanian gypsy and I met one night at an inn in Banská Bystrica. I’d decided I needed a break from the small animals I’d hunted and to get a cooked meal for once. I cleaned up in the river and put on my jeans, shirt, and hiking boots. Then, I walked into town with an old ratty backpack that I needed to replace while I was in the city. When I’d arrived, I think at first the innkeeper was going to refuse me until I finally pulled out some of the cash I had in my pocket. Once he was satisfied, I could pay, I was given a room for the night. Then I hustled up to it and dropped off my stuff. Then, hustled right back down as I was starving.
I walked into the dining area close to drooling just thinking about that hot, delicious meal soon to be mine only to find the entire place packed. I almost backed out, but at the last second, a handsome young man beckoned me to his table as he was sitting alone amid all the bustle in the dining room. I looked him over carefully as I walked up to him.
The way he was sitting indicated he was tall, I would say six foot three; his body took up a good portion of the chair, even if he was lean and muscular. He looked to be around twenty or maybe younger but not by much, a little older than me. The black-haired young man looked assured of himself and excited at meeting me, but at the same time, there was just a hint of haunted, sadness in his eyes. I wasn’t sure of that of course, but it seemed that way. Reflecting back, I think he foresaw our meeting and its results.
Black diamond, bright eyes danced with happiness as he got up and pulled a chair out for me. His features were striking in being both masculine and pretty at the same time. He had introduced himself as Durriken, which I later learned meant fortune-teller, go figure. I only gave my first name, Sadie. We’d sat around talking and drinking well into the night; I was pretty sure this had been the most interaction I’d had with another human being in over three years. Later as the restaurant shut down, he’d invited me to his room for a nightcap.
It had been awkward at first on my part, but when he came up to me, running his hands up and down my arms as if to warm me up, I fell into those liquid onyx eyes. Those big fingers lightly skimmed the flesh of my arms on their return journey up, raising goosebumps along the way and sending sparks all over my body.
“Sadie? Is this what you want?” The accented voice came out so deep and husky, it took time for me to understand the meaning of his words as I basked in the tactile contact.
Finally, I hissed out, “Yesss.” My eyes closed, letting the sensations of his touch wash over me.
“Good.” I loved his Romanian accent.
Opening my eyes at his words, Durriken smiled down at me, his eyes growing darker, marauding. My blood heated and rushed through my body. Those wonderful fingers left my arms going to my hair, where he pulled it from its ponytail. The thick auburn locks cascaded down my back and his hands ran through the curly mass, making me sigh in relieved delight. Capturing my head, he gently lifted it from where I’d laid it on his chest. Bringing it and me closer to him, he captured my mouth for a deep, beguiling kiss that ignited a hunger I didn’t know was in me. Our tongues clashed; my hands grasped his shirt, pulling him closer to me, trying to merge our bodies into one. I wanted this. I needed this.
Pulling back from me, Durriken stared down into my eyes with a tenderness I didn’t understand, then leaning back in he kissed me more softly. Lightly teasing me with his tongue, making me chase him. Gasping into our kiss when he leaned into me, grabbing just beneath my ass, he lifted me; my legs automatically wrapped around his waist. Taking us to the couch, I felt his core tighten showing his strength. He sat down with me straddling his lap, our kiss never breaking just becoming deeper and wilder. The roughness of his five o’clock shadow and the softness of his lips was thrilling on a level I’d never imagined.
The feel of his hands on my sides and stomach shocked me back for a moment. Slowly he lifted my shirt, never taking his eyes from mine until it rose up over my face. Only stopping when the shirt trapped my arms behind my head and blinded me. A warm tongue bathing my braless breast made my breath hitch and fire shoot down my center. Oh Goddess!
A gasp left my lips as he sucked hard on my nipple then slowly pulled back, extending the tip until his lips lost suction with a pop. Keeping my arms trapped with one hand, the roughness of his other hand on the soft skin of my other breast damn near had me moaning out loud. I loved that shivery feel of his hands on me as m
y senses became sharper without my sight. The sharp pain of teeth nipping the tip of one nipple followed by gentle licks had my core tightening and me pushing into his jean covered dick. The pressure on my clit had me moving slowly back and forth as a need I’d never felt grew.
“Durriken,” I breathed his name.
I wanted, needed something.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, letting go of the shirt.
I kept my arms behind my neck as my core clenched at the order, panting with each glide of my clit against his hard, thick surface. My jeans became damp since I wasn’t wearing any underwear. His thumbs ran along both sensitive nipples before he started slowly and lazily twisting and pulling on them rhythmically. Trying to bite back a gasp here and a moan there as more pleasurable feelings shot down to my pussy, and I pressed harder with each back and forth movement of my hips. Groaning at each twist, each one became a little harder building a fire in my nipples, I cried out at just this side of pain. My breasts were squished in two hot hands, kneading them together before a hot, wet mouth licked and sucked on both nipples soothing them.
“Oh Goddess! Please Durriken,” I moaned begging for more.
My knees dropped to the floor as the memories continued to flow as if I was right there again. Pulling at my own nipples brought back those same delicious sensations he’d induced in me.
Moving faster and faster, my body tightens, my skin tingling, my breathing harsh when it stops.
“Noooo,” I wailed in protest as Durriken picked me up once again with his hands under my ass.
I swiftly shed the shirt to glare into his crinkled, laughing eyes.
“Sadie, my Sadie, we are just getting started.” Durriken’s wicked grin sped my heart up with anticipation.
Slowly he lowered my legs; my arms now wrapped tight around his neck holding on. My face bent to the side as his hot breath tickles my ear; his tongue lightly touching the outside as he follows a path straight to my neck, where I gasp as he lightly nips his way down an erogenous path, I had no idea exited. My arms lowered to run over his shirt covered chest. Each bite, my whole-body shivered and danced to his tune.
“Goddess,” A bare whisper escaped as his lips continued their path down my body.
My hands finally reached the bottom of his shirt but clenched in the material as he hungrily suckled first one then the other nipple, his other hand always on the opposite nipple lightly pinching, twisting, pulling. My thighs rubbed together restlessly with each drugging pull. More juice flowed from the depths of my being as my clit throbbed in time to my heartbeat. Which in turn seemed to create a loud thump, thump, thump in my head.
He whispered soft words to me in Romanian each time he drew away, and while I could speak the language, I couldn’t grasp one word. It was complete gibberish as I concentrated fully on each sensation and sound, he pulled out of me.
I protested as his mouth left my breast to travel down my stomach just as his rough hands followed down my sides. Lowering his big body to the ground, he buried his face in my jean covered pussy and inhaled, groaning in appreciation it seems. Those nimble fingers worked on the button of my jeans and zipper before curling around the sides and slowly lowering them. His eyes watched mine, the pupils barely seen as something dark and sinful passed through them before he slowly returned his lips to my stomach. My gaze trapped within his as he kissed and licked to the top of my mound. Pausing his kisses when the jeans reached my knees, he leaned back slightly and pushed them all the way down to my feet, before he placed one hand on my stomach gently pushing me backwards until my butt hit the bed. He swiftly finishes pulling them off me. Straightening back up, he knee walked to my closed legs, and I watched as those big hands pushed my knees further apart one slow inch at time until he’d widened them to his satisfaction. A breath whooshed from me, making me realize I’d been holding it for a while. So many emotions danced through me, and I started to hide myself when he let go of my knees, snatched my hands in his, placing them further back on either side of me, forcing me to lean back more.
“Keep them there,” he instructed me, making the still ragged thumps of my heart hitch.
He squeezed my legs before he widened them once more, faster this time. He stared for such a long time; I got nervous and started to sit back up to cover myself.
Durriken’s gaze snapped to mine. “I said stay,” his voice gruff and commanding.
Returning to my position, I sucked in a breath as his fingers touched me so intimately, I froze. Gently he ran his thumbs up and down the outside of my thighs, circled in to glide over my outer lips before lightly skimming the nub peeking from under its hood, sending sparks of lightening through my body. My womb clenched and released. Running those teasing thumbs down to my core, he scooped up the juices, before he ran one thumb over and over that pleasure point making my stomach clench, causing spectacular tingles and burning to grow. My arms gave out and I fell back to the bed where I gripped the bed covering for something to hold onto. Warm breath hoovered over my pussy causing me to jackknife upward to stare down at him.
Pulling back slightly, Durriken frowned up at me.
“Which part of stay are you not understanding? Is it punishment you’re seeking?” His eyes returned to my center as it contracted at his words. “Hmm.” A knowing smile graced his lips as I flushed pink all over. “Perhaps later. Now back in position.” His words snapped with dominance.
I fell back, laying one arm over my eyes. My other gripped the bedspread once more.
Durriken’s thumb resumed its slow, erotic circles before I again felt his hot breath just above my clit and his thumb. Squeezing my eyes shut as his hands grasped my legs, nudging them apart even more. A wet tongue lightly ran over the same spot his thumbs had been only seconds before. My stomach and legs tightened. That wicked, wicked tongue flicked my sensitive nub over and over before he placed his whole mouth over my center and sucked, sending crackling, sizzling, sparks of pleasure throughout my body. A slow burn grew and grew with each lick, flick and suck. I jumped in surprise to feel a finger tracing my lower lips before lightly dipping into my core, then starting all over. Sounds were escaping me, but all I could hear was white noise as my whole being fully concentrated on one point of my body.
My hips moved. I badly wanted to reach down and hold him to me, but I was more afraid he would stop these delicious sensations. I jumped again when the light dip became a long slow thrust of his thick finger. He placed his other hand on my stomach to keep me from rising as he suckled my clit then pulled his finger out and thrust again. I rose to meet those fingers, the fullness of them.
I wanted more! “Durriken, please!” I begged on a sob as I sought something that was at once right there, yet not.
He added another thick finger, adding a slight burn to the fullness. Never stopping that sucking or licking. The thrusts became harder, meeting each one, the burn, the sizzling wound tighter, tighter, and tighter. I locked up, my body convulsed, my womb clenched over and over, my mind went white as molten lava filled my veins and pleasure rolled through me. My body sucked at his fingers even as it wanted to expel them. Slowly, oh so, slowly, I came down from a high I desperately wanted to reach again. Shuddering in another mini orgasm as he pulled his fingers from me.
Durriken shifted, but I was too boneless to check it out. The bed moved and his hands grabbed under my arms and scooched me back further onto the bed. My eyes snapped open to find him above me. My legs already spread with him between them. Oh, so slowly, Durriken lowered himself until his hard length was pressed right over my now overly sensitive clit. A new, harsher sensation built as he rubbed himself back and forth. It was at once painful and pleasurable. I couldn’t decide if I liked it or not. He coated himself in my wetness, making his cock slick until it was moving smoothly up and down my slit. My breathing changed as frissons of pleasurable pain had my juices flowing once more.
“Look at me.” His words had me opening my eyes, I didn’t realize I’d shut.
“T
onight, you’re mine. Do you understand?” His words dared me to contradict him.
There was no way in a hell I would do that. I nodded.
“No. You must answer me,” Durriken growled in a low husky voice.
“Yes. Yours, tonight,” I agreed, my own voice low and raspy.
It didn’t sound like me.
“Please, now?” Asking for the unknown but known.
Such a contradiction.
At my words, he reached down and lined his cock up with my center. He’d never stopped moving as he questioned me, that same build from before rising, my pussy drenched. Slowly, he pushed in. Opening my core wider as he pressed inward. He pulled out and then in a little more. My body stiffened at the unfamiliar intrusion.
“Relax, precious one,” Durriken whispered thickly to me even as he stopped to let my body adjust.
Sweat popped out over his body making it glisten as he strained, he stared down between our bodies, and I couldn’t help but follow the same path.
My eyes widened and snapped to his.
“That won’t fit!” I told him starting to panic.
He gave me a pained laugh.
“Yes, it will. Just relax. I promise, the only thing you should feel is a slight pressure and maybe a little pain, then nothing but pleasure. Sadie…” His eyes gazed into mine. “You are more than ready for me, okay?” I nodded a little spastically.
