Page 12 of Don't Fae With Dragons

As his mouth covers my breast, his hand moves to my neck and slides over it, tracing my jawline and my throat. His fingernails are almost sharp, and the slight scratching sensation they bring makes me shiver.

Then he takes both of my breasts in his hands and lifts his head up to kiss me. His mouth tastes of my body, now, warm and salty – I must be sweating some from the heat already. I kiss him back, tugging his head into me by grabbing his hair, and move my other hand to his cock beneath his trousers. At the touch, he bucks his hips into me, and I moan loudly at the pressure.

“You like it, don’t you?” he asks. I’m panting already, and he stands before me. He tears his shirt off his torso, and I fiddle with his leather belt until he helps me. My hands are shaking too much to be much help, so he pulls his pants down while I move mine over his stomach. Traces of muscles rest there, functional but slight. I lean in and lick from the base of his shaft up to his navel, and he sighs.

“Come to me,” I tell him. I’m not used to giving orders, but right now I don’t care what I sound like, I just feel like I want him. He smiles at me, and again I peek over to see Aurora wide-eyed. I can’t tell if she’s enjoying herself or not; in a way, I suppose, it doesn’t really matter.

He moves towards me, and I gasp as he pulls me to where I’m lying on the couch. He pulls out a protective ointment and slathers it on his shaft, to prevent disease and pregnancy. He winks at me, “Sorry to look so ...prepared.”

Trust a man to literally fall from the sky and not remember what happened to him, but is fully prepared for sexual intercourse. “Better to be prepared than not, isn’t it?” I ask awkwardly, but I need no reply as it was not really a question.

Kar laughs and nods before spreading me wide with his fingers. “You smell divine,” he says, inhaling deeply. I should like his sexy compliment, but actually, I feel nothing except carnal arousal. It would be better if he stopped talking altogether. Then he takes his cock and pushes it in, slowly, half a knuckles-width at a time. I breathe slowly the whole time, not used to such deep penetration, and he cups my face in his hand while he pushes.

Eventually, he’s fully between my thighs, the lubrication slick inside me. He starts to thrust, slowly at first, then gaining in intensity. He leans down to suck on my breasts, and I moan with the overwhelming sensation of being filled by him.

“Ahhh.”

“Shh,” he interrupts and puts one hand over my mouth, “I want you to keep your orgasm inside. You’re in my hands now, and I will tell you when you can scream. Just feel it building up.”

So I go with it. I let my head fall back on the loveseat, and rock back and forth with the motion of Kar’s thrusting. My hands move from his neck, to his hair, to his shoulders –I grab him roughly as he pulses harder and harder.

After what feels like hours, he closes his eyes and lowers his head, giving himself completely to the rhythm of our bodies. I start to feel my muscles spasm and I know I’m close. I make eye contact with Kar, to let him know.

He groans, slamming his body into me hard. “You like that, don’t you? Well just remember you asked for this.” I feel him twirl his finger about my sternum, then in a sudden and violent move he grabs my neck and tightens his hand until I can’t breathe and I can’t say a beep even if I wanted to. “What are you waiting for?” he demands. At this point I moan wildly with both pleasure and pain. He loosens the ironclad hand from my throat and I cry out, trying to grab hold of his shoulders with one hand and my throat with the other. We’re both slick with sweat, and I feel like I’ve weathered some kind of storm. In the corner, I see that Aurora has started touching herself, and pants loudly at the sound and sight of Kar and me.

Kar finally orgasms, an abrupt burst of energy and icy passion. He pulls out as he ejaculates, holding his cock so his come lands on my breasts and stomach. The sound of his orgasm, and the aftershocks, rock me to my core – he moans rough and heavy. Once he’s done, he stares down at my body, now slick with sweat and ejaculate both, and nods quietly.

He turns to Aurora and laughs. “Shall we all clean up, then?

CHAPTER 9: CORY

Someone is bedding the faery,my faeryand it’swrong. It’s wrong even beyond my own jealousy, my own rage at being powerless to be with her; it’s wrong in a way that makes my diamond-sharp scales stand up on my back.

I shifted to my dragon form as soon as I smelled it: the secretive masculine smell, the lilac and ash odor masked expertly. The smell of dead flowers, I realized after focusing on it for a few minutes: sickeningly, unmistakably dead. And whoever it is, he’s bedding Mili. So I’ve been storming around the volcano’s caverns in a barely-contained rage, all my force being used to prevent me from propelling the whole magma chamber up in an unstoppable explosion.

I switch between flying through the halls and stomping through them, especially the tighter chambers; nothing could piss me off more right now than getting stuck in a narrow passageway while the faery has sex to some hidden-odor, dead-lilac nobody. The faery who, I’m not-so-slowly realizing, I need. Badly. This is some sort of magnetic pull, a forbidden chemistry crackling between us that ignites my every thought and desire. It feels like a curse. I feel her deep within me, and anything that hurts her, hurts me too. Although right now I should expect to crave a smoke pretty soon, post-climax.

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About an hour later, the horrible combination of the faery’s aura and the dead flower scent ends. They must have stopped fornicating, thank the Realm’s Mother. Their odors separate, like spiderwebs untangling, and I shift reluctantly back into human form. No need to be dramatic, now, is there?

“Cory!” I hear Port call out, but there are two sets of footsteps tramping down the hallway. Max must be with him.

I grunt in frustration at their timing – must they come to pester me while I’m furious from the knowledge that the faery is getting off somewhere else? And with the dead flower guy, no less.

My two newfound friends bound up the hall to me, Port frowning and Max laughing at the scowl on my face.

“You look terrible,” Max snidely remarks. I just growl at him in response, and he laughs harder. “What’s the matter? Oh, let me guess – you smelled her, too.”

My eyes go wide, and the walls around us shake with the anger radiating off me. “What did you just say?”

Max laughs, and goes to clap me on the shoulder. I sidestep him easily, though, and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t be so defensive, Cory. She’s just having her fun. We’ve both smelled her, too, how could we not, you’d have to be nose-blind not to smell her. Can’t say I enjoy the scent of her being bedded by some random faery, but there’s not much to be done about it, is there? You clearly said, dragons do not go into town. It was one of your ground rules, remember?”

I glower at him, silently, my eyes narrowing as I get more and more sick of his taunting.

“Max, ease up,” Port says.

“No, Max – continue. See how it works out for you. I dare you.” I stare him down, and something wicked lights up in his eyes. A challenge, he seems to think. Apparently he hasn’t realized how great of a threat I really am, how powerful, howvicious. And with the sexual build-up in my body, I want nothing more than to kick some ass.

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