by Eden Redd
Syndra stood up, turned and left the room closing the door behind her.
In the living room, Lilly watched with amused eyes as Syndra stood by the bedroom door and listened. Zelda was up and moved to her side, the sea elf also listening.
“We should give them their privacy,” Lilly smiled.
“I want to hear if he does that cute groan when he spills his seed,” Syndra said as she listened intently.
“I orgasm twice when he does that,” Zelda added as her ear twitched.
Lilly eyed them for a long moment before she cleared her throat. “Come to me, my crew and give them their privacy. This is Cora’s moment and we should be courteous. Besides, we have something to discuss.”
Syndra and Zelda stood up. Hearing their captain’s words, they moved to the couch and sat down beside her, all ears.
Lilly didn’t mince words. “Recent events have shown me that we need to increase our crew if we think to strike back at the Empire. I have decided, tomorrow, we return to Aquris. I have a new member in mind.”
Syndra and Zelda’s eyes widened.
“We can’t risk bringing Cora back to Aquris. Even in the Free Waters, she may be targeted,” Syndra advised.
Lilly nodded. “I have thought of that, that is why she will be staying here. You, Zelda, I, and Jon will be going through the portal. We will make a quick stop and see if we can find a healer.”
Zelda’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not thinking of… her? Are you?”
Lilly smirked. “I’m weighing our options.”
Syndra blinked. “Captain, Jon should stay here to watch over Cora while we scout out another crew member.”
Lilly’s smirk faded. “Jon is part of this crew. We may need his luck when we are there. In the morning, we can discuss some of the details, but for now, prepare yourselves for the journey back home. Are you with me?”
“Aye Captain,” Zelda nodded.
“Aye Captain,” Syndra nodded.
Lilly’s smirk returned. “Good. Now, let’s sit back and listen while our little Cora takes what she wants.”
***
Cora eyed Jon as he lay on his back, spread eagle. The dim light and flexing muscles caused a deeper stir as she eyed him like a piece of meat.
“I could have tied most of them. I don’t think we needed Syndra,” Jon said.
“She wanted to help,” Cora whispered before licking her lips.
“So, should we have a safe word?” Jon grinned.
“Safe word? Oh, I read about that. A word to indicate we stop during the act. We have something similar on Aquris, at least from what I heard. A pattern of touching to indicate you wanted your lover or lovers to stop.”
Jon nodded. “It sounds complex, but we here on Urth use a simple word so everyone knows what it is and stops immediately. Considering I’m tied to the bed, we should have a word.”
“What do you think the word should be?”
Jon thought about it for a long moment before he parted his lips, “Supervillain?”
“Easy to remember. I agree. Our safe word is Supervillain.”
Jon’s body relaxed, allowing him to fall into the mood.
It’s her first time and it should be comfortable for her. I just have to be there for whatever she wants to make it easier.
Cora took hold of her bandana, pulled it off and threw it aside. Fingers curled into the bottom of her shirt and she lifted it over her head in one smooth motion.
Despite the tiredness in Jon’s muscles, new life sparked. He watched as the shirt fell away to reveal her almost handful sized breasts. Her tiny pale nipples stood erect. Her slender lithe body moved with near seductive flair as her fingers curled into the waist of her shorts. Her feet kicked off her boots before she began snaking out of her shorts.
Jon was silently entranced. Cora moved with wanton desire, but her gaze was cold, mechanical. It was as if she was telling her body to do something because that is what she thought she should do. Slightly tanned skin glowed in the dim light as her shorts fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them away. Her teal hair glowed darkly from her head. Jon’s gaze traveled down her form, taking in her neck, chest, flat stomach, hairless womanhood and lightly supple thighs.
“You’re beautiful,” Jon whispered.
Cora’s cheeks turned pink as she looked away and covered her breasts. “Mine are not as big as the others.”
“They are perfect for you,” Jon said warmly.
The pink in her cheeks faded and she dropped her hands to her sides. Like a ghost, she drifted to the edge of the bed and looked Jon over. His toned body showed his inner and outer strength. A bulge began to form in his boxers as his member tried to break free.
“Should I talk you through it?” Jon asked.
Cora’s brow pointed in annoyance. “I have been taught about the act and seen it many times, even though I haven’t done it.”
Jon nodded. “This is our moment. Tell me how it will go.”
Cora’s annoyance bled away as she looked over Jon’s restrained body. “I’ll take what I want, but you must be blindfolded. When I am satisfied, I’ll untie the restraints, but not before.”
“Understood,” Jon smiled before laying his head back on the pillow.
The thin elf drank in Jon’s body before crawling onto the bed. When her hand grazed his side, heat flushed her cheeks. The intimate touch was enough to cause a blooming warmth and a drop of wetness. Cora fought for control as she slipped along the bed and took hold of the pillowcase.
Jon watched with understanding eyes as she twirled the pillowcase between her hands. He lifted his head as she moved closer and placed the makeshift blindfold over his eyes. Gently, she tied it behind his head and when she was sure he couldn’t see, she sighed in relief.
Darkness filled Jon’s gaze, but he listened intently. Senses alive, he took in her breathing as she shifted on the bed. Heat glowed along one side of his body as she moved about, Jon assuming she was studying his body or deciding what she was going to do. The restraints and blindfold heightened all his other senses. The physical surrender turned him on, his manhood throbbing and standing under its own power. The boxers kept it contained, just barely, but Jon wanted to be free.
The sound of a knife pulled from a sheath caused Jon to become very still. A breath later, something sliced along his hip. It didn’t touch his skin, but he heard something being cut. A small pain throbbed from his two fingers, distracting him for a moment until his boxers were pulled off.
She cut off my boxers!
Manhood free, it stood up and pulsed with his needs. Darkness clouding his vision, Jon waited until smooth hands took hold of his cock and gently began to stroke. Bliss surged along his member and into his spirit. Two hands gripped him with timid strokes as Cora’s breathing quickened.
The sun elf looked down at Jon’s rock-hard cock. Her purple eyes studied it as she stroked. Veins pulsed along the shaft as its purple head was two feet from her face. Cora glanced up as Jon moved to her touch. His hips moved up, his cock sliding in her grip. Switching to one hand, she found it easier to stroke him. Eyeing his slight movements, it set her soul on fire, an emptiness in her beginning to grow as wetness surged.
The short time she had been in this realm, she heard the rest of the crew as they laid with their Shullkar. Cora wasn’t sure if he was her true Shullkar since she was new to Lilly’s crew. It battled with what she thought she knew and how her soul cried out. Touching Jon was like lying next to a friend she didn’t know she had. Was this what being a Shullkar meant? Was he just as much hers as she was to the rest of the crew?
“Feels good,” Jon whispered as his hips moved to her touch.
Cora’s cheeks were a bright pink as she stroked him. Listening to what Syndra had to say about Jon’s manhood, the sun elf decided she needed to taste him too. Leaning down, she opened her mouth inches from the head.
Jon couldn’t see what was happening, but her touch was driving him crazy. Wi
th a hip thrust, he thought her hand would reach the base of his cock. It did, but an added sensation of warm lips around the tip of his cock sent shockwaves of bliss.
Cora looked down with wide eyes, the tip of Jon’s cock in her mouth. The sensitive flesh in her lips only stoked her fire. Her eyes half closed, she sank down, filling her mouth with his manhood and sucking on it like a piece of thick candy. The gentle up and down motion caused the inner fire to blaze into a storm. Reaching between her parted thighs with her free hand, wetness coated fingers the moment she touched herself. Lustful desire kept her hand there, touching her sensitive nub like she had many times before in frustration. It glowed and begged to be touched as Cora didn’t realize she was making familiar swirling motions with her fingers.
Nerves glowed with almost supernatural light along her body. The intimate kiss and the tip of his cock touching the back of her throat sent ripples of ecstasy, making her rub herself faster. Small moans vibrated as she suckled with sloppy eagerness, abusing her own clit. The motions were enough for Cora to relieve her pent-up frustrations, but she wanted more.
Jon let out a small groan as wetness slid down his cock. Cora’s lips were tender, tender enough to cause his cock to stand fully erect. Jon fought the lewd mental images of spurting in her mouth, but the more he fought it, the more he wanted to come. Being blind and restrained chased away any weariness he felt before, a raging need pulling at the very fabric of his soul. He kept a rein on his need, but a demonic whisper touched his mind, telling him he could go again and again.
This isn’t about me! It’s about Cora! She wanted it this way so she was in control and I can’t spoil it for her.
Jon grunted as he fought his inner demons.
Cora pulled her mouth away, breathing heavy as her fingers worked their magic. She wanted to orgasm more than anything, but she fought her own demons. Jon allowed himself to be at her whim. Lilly’s words echoed in her head, telling her to take him if she wanted. The mere thought sent tendrils of bliss along her body as she continued to self-abuse herself.
“I’m… taking… what… I… want,” Cora heaved as she pulled her hand away from her clit and crawled over Jon.
Jon sucked in air at the sudden loss of her lips. It was just enough to regain some kind of control, but his cock bounced with power.
Cora climbed over Jon until her valley pressed along his cock, forcing it down between them and sandwiching it between their bodies. Her hips moved, running along the throbbing thickness and Cora moaning her approval. Jon fought through the waves of bliss, feeling her running her wet womanhood along his shaft in intimate foreplay.
The pair were trapped, their bodies moving of their own accord. Jon fought his bonds as Cora fought her desires. Gravity pulled their spirits together as a wet slickness filled the intimate touch between them. Nerves fired as bodies moved. The playfulness charged the very air as Cora moaned her delight.
Jon and Cora stared beyond reality, seeing each other and not seeing each other. Her hips moved a little further and with the tiniest of devilish intention, Jon’s cock speared Cora’s thin slit and Cora pushed down with undeniable desire.
Worlds flashed and connected. Jon’s cock was hard as steel, caught in a vice. Cora’s body reacted with a splitting pain and an ocean of pure bliss. Cora’s small cries grew louder as she sank down, inch after inch. Jon fought against his restraints, wanting to touch and comfort her. The couple both cried out as bliss, love, and pain swirled into dripping nirvana.
Cora’s cries fell into moans, the pain subsiding as pleasure caressed her every nerve. Her purple eyes took on a daze as she sank down to the base, Jon’s cock fully sheathed in her thin, tight valley.
Jon’s hips moved with subtle power. He pushed up and she slightly bounced on him. Jon gritted his teeth as Cora languished on Jon’s cock, drinking in every sensation like fine wine on a cold night. The moment overwhelmed her and she barely woke from the dream, her hips moving and bouncing on his cock. Her hand was between her legs, swirling along her clit as she impaled herself on him again and again.
“Jon…” Cora hissed with a voice that wasn’t her own.
“Cora…” Jon whispered, his voice distant and not like his own.
The darkness parted and Jon watched a small fire dragon open its wings. It looked to him, cooing sweetly in the distance. Jon found himself smiling when a golden light rose up from his chest in the dreamy landscape.
Cora’s eyes stared at nothing as a fire bloomed in her chest. She watched the flames that were there and not there. In the distance, a golden dragon unfurled its wings and sang to her.
“I see… fire,” Jon whispered through the bliss.
“I see… golden light,” Cora hissed as her body moved on Jon’s thickening member.
Her inner walls stretched to nearly the breaking point as Cora was lost to the dreamy vision. The pain was gone, a waterfall of pleasure washing over her like she was reborn.
Fire and light throbbed along Jon’s entire spirit. The red dragon called to him with coos and a beckoning clawed finger.
Cora woke from her vision, her body engulfed in something beyond her control.
Jon woke from his vision, his body crying out to a deep song that needed to be sung.
Senses flashed and voices cried out in unison. Cora’s body trembled and shuddered violently, orgasms blasting her nerves, one after the other. Wetness surged, drenching Jon’s member, hips, and inner thighs with distilled ecstasy.
Jon’s hips thrusted to the hilt, his member thickening and pushing his soul through his cock. White seed burst from the tip, quickly filling Cora’s thin valley, followed by spurt after spurt.
Animalistic moans filled the air. The scent of sex bloomed and overwhelmed their senses. Cora cried out in happiness as Jon groaned his pleasure. Their bodies continued, milking every drop of bliss from each other and mingling together until neither knew where the one began and the other ended.
Smoke rose up from Cora’s hands as she rode Jon. Her eyes widened in surprise before she snatched the small knife off the nightstand by the bed. With surgical precision, she sliced at the makeshift binds coiled around his wrists. Tossing the blade, it sank blade first into the nightstand as she grabbed at the blindfold and pulled it off.
A dim light touched Jon’s eyes as he sat up and grabbed hold of Cora, keeping her close. A hand grabbed her ass and helped her along as she rode his still rigid cock. Cora’s hand clamped onto the back of Jon’s neck as she moaned her delight, unable to stop. She held her other hand before him as their bodies continued their intimate dance.
Jon watched as smoke rose up from her hand and arm as the thin elf smiled brightly like she discovered magic for the first time.
“You have a dragon spirit,” Jon said with wide eyes.
“Your spirit woke my spirit,” Cora said breathlessly.
“Holy shit!” Jon said as he couldn’t stop having the thin elf on him.
“I know!” Cora said as she thrust down on Jon’s member with renewed vigor.
“Do you want to stop?” Jon asked.
“No,” Cora demanded.
The pair continued their intimate dance as their minds reeled from the shock and ecstasy.
Little did they know, three sets of ears heard everything just beyond the bedroom door.
Eight
The sound of sizzling sausages filled the kitchen as Jon cooked. He moved with ease, setting up plates as meat and eggs cooked on the stove. Plates set down, he scooped diced fruit onto each one. A tingling touched the back of his head as he prepared breakfast. It needled at his mind and he was unable to completely focus on what he was doing, he turned his head and glanced back.
Morning light streamed into the home. Four elves sat at the kitchen table. Cora’s gaze was firmly on the table as Lilly, Zelda, and Syndra sat silently, looking to the thin elf.
Jon turned back to cooking. He opened his senses as he picked up the pan with scrambled eggs and scooped them onto plates. Th
e mood in the kitchen was odd, but not gloomy. Energies rolled under the surface, as if everyone wanted to talk at once. Zelda and Syndra kept their expressions neutral, but it was Lilly who eyed the thin elf with a tiny smirk.
Sausages were last to fall onto plates. Jon scooped up two plates at a time, placing them before an elf at the table. Urgency took root as he quickly moved the rest to everyone before he took his own and sat at the table.
No one moved to eat, their eyes on Cora. Jon picked up his fork and stayed his hand, wondering if things were going to get complicated at breakfast.
Syndra leaned forward in her seat, her blank gaze turning hard as she eyed Cora. “I have one thing to ask and we must have the absolute truth. Do you understand?”
Cora nodded without looking up.
Syndra mirrored the nod and took in a small inhale. “Did Jon do that cute groan when he spilt his seed?”
Cora’s eyes shot up and connected to Syndra’s hard gaze. A second later, everyone at the table began laughing.
Jon sighed in relief as the four elves cackled like witches at midnight. Lilly smiled and chuckled while Syndra, Zelda, and Cora laughed the odd tension away. A calm bliss crawled along everyone at the table. Zelda picked up her spoon and fork and attacked her meal.
The laughter died as Lilly began speaking, all eyes turning to her.
“You can understand how last night’s surprise has changed many things for us? You joined my crew and you are part of it for life, but knowing you have a dragon’s spirit has made our current situation that much more difficult.”
Cora nodded. “I do. If I had known, I would have said something sooner.”
Lilly smiled. “I understand and we have no ill will with your discovery, but it does bring a sense of urgency to our cause.”
Jon put his fork down, remembering his father’s words at the club last night. “I may have some more information that can help shed some light on what happened last night.”
The four elves were all ears as Jon retold what his father had said to him. He spoke about awakening the magical spirits through sex or violence. He told them about how his family bloodline continued to awaken other spirits and he informed them that it takes one with a dragon spirit to awaken another.
