Page 16 of A Kiss From a Dragon Lord

“From the trader, he said these are the best for fine hair. Your beautiful hair, my Anwyn, deserves only the best.”

I blush and nod, lifting the wool dress over my head. I’m standing in only my shift, the humid air causing it to stick to my skin. Lassar looks down at me and growls before quickly turning away.

“I’ll leave you to it.”

Letting him go would give me an opportunity to think. To be sure this is the decision I truly want to make. But each click of his claws along the stone floor feels like a knife in my heart. It sounds ridiculous, but I’ve already let this dragon give me an orgasm with his tail.

My sanity has clearly left a long time ago.

“Lassar!” I call. He turns back towards me, and with confident hands, I pull my shift off of my shoulders and let it pool at my feet. Lassar’s golden eyes take in every inch of me. His tongue licks over his lips like I want it to lick over me. I see the outline of his cock pressing against his leather pants. My pussy is already turning wet and slippery.

With a small smile on my lips, I meet his stare.

“Bathe with me.”

8

LASSAR

Anwyn’s golden hair is plastered down her naked back as she hangs onto the pool’s edge.

I’m happy my beautiful Anwyn likes this place. I knew she would. I hadn’t let myself hope that she’d allow me in here with her. Not yet, at least, but she had. Now my gaze is hungry as it takes in her bare skin. My cock pushes against the front of my leather trousers I still have on as I recall what she looked like, completely naked.

Small breasts and small hips. Her nipples were the same perfect pink as her lips. Her little pussy was hiding beneath a dusting of blonde hair between her thighs. My mouth waters again at the memory. I could eat her whole, but she’s not mine yet.

Even though she agreed to stay longer, she still plans to go.

Not yet. I still have time to make her mine, to prove to her that I am worthy. If she doesn’t choose me, I’ll spend my life following her from the shadows, ensuring she is always safe and cared for.

I should be caring for her right now.

As if my thoughts reached her, Anwyn turns towards me. Her opal eyes peer over one delicate shoulder. The side of her breast is just visible as both hands are curled beneath her head at the pool’s edge. I glide towards her in the water, droplets clinging to my scales.

My precious Anwyn smiles. She picks up the hair tonic next to her and holds it out to me.

“Would you mind washing my hair, Lassar?”

Without a word, I move quickly, snatching up the glass bottles and dumping the contents on her hair and my hands. The lavender and citrus scent fills the space around us. My claws dig into her scalp, scratching and massaging lightly as I clean her silken hair. Even wet, still sparkles in the lowlight. It is a privilege to tend to her like this.

I tell her so.

She moans as I continue to work the tonic into a lather.

“No one has washed my hair since my mother when I was a girl.” My claws slide down to her neck, gently rubbing away the tension there too. Anwyn is quiet about her past, but I am as greedy as ever to know more about her. To covet each new piece of information about her like it’s a rare jewel.

“Can I ask about your mother?”

Anwyn nods. “She was beautiful and kind. From what I remember, at least, she passed when I was ten. My father loved her so much that he died from a broken heart a year later. At least that’s what the town told me.” I shrug, emotions clogging my throat. “I barely remember anything from that time.”

“And you’ve been on your own? Since you were ten?”

“Yes. I stayed with a farmer and his family for a few years, but they had too many mouths to feed, and I didn’t want to become a burden.” Her voice has so much sadness that I can’t help but slide closer to her. Letting my wet scales press against her smooth skin, she takes a deep breath. My head comes down on top of hers, and she leans back against me, the round cheeks of her ass cushioning my cock.

I swallow down a hiss as Anwyn continues.

“I moved around from town to town after that. Always on guard, always looking for a new opportunity to exploit. I’ve seen the worst of people and done things I’m ashamed of to survive.”

“You did what you had to,” I say, rubbing my claws through her hair again. Anwyn is quiet as I rinse the tonic from her hair. When the suds are gone, she glances over her should at me again, a small smile on her plump lips.

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