Page 17 of A Kiss From a Dragon Lord

“It’s odd that a dragon was the one who made me have faith in humanity again. I’ve been so relaxed here I feel like my old self.”

I suppress the urge to puff out my chest. I’ve pleased my precious one, I feel like a king.

“I’ll always take care of you, Anwyn. Even if you choose to leave, I’ll always make sure you’re safe.” She smiles at me again. Her smooth back is still in front of me, and I gently drape her long hair over her shoulder, exposing the expanse of it. Taking the bar of soap, I rub it along her skin until it’s soapy. Using my hands, I work out the stiff muscles in her back.

Anwyn moans, tilting her head to the side.

“I’m ashamed of the man I used to be. How could I have been so selfish and arrogant? Consumed by my own greed as to enter into a bargain with a demon and to be cursed to live in this monstrous form.” My hands press more firmly into a particularly tight muscle. “I thought it was a death sentence, and in some ways it was. But now…”

My hands still on her back, emotions weighing down on me.

“But now what?” Anwyn asks, her opal eyes curious.

“But now, I think it was a blessing. As I said, I never would’ve met you otherwise, and if by some chance we had when I was human, I wouldn’t have been worthy of you. My greed would’ve blinded me to the treasure you truly are. Now, like this, I see what you are, who you are to me. And I must protect you with everything that I am. This curse has given me the power to do so, and for that alone, I will be grateful to the demon I once hated.”

I rinse the soap off her back. Anwyn is quiet for a few moments until she turns from the edge. Treading water, her beautiful breasts are bared towards me. Her hard nipples skim the top of the water, her eyes gazing into mine. She’s so gorgeous I have to look away, her body too decadent for these monstrous eyes.

“Lassar,” she calls gently. Her hand finds mine in the water, wrapping around my wrist. My head turns back towards her; her eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them. They could lure me to my death, and I’d go willingly. “Lassar, touch me. Please.”

A need to claim pounds in my veins, but I am gentle with my precious Anwyn as I grip her around the hips and set her on the edge of the pool. She gasps as her warm skin meets the cool stone floor. She bites her lip, her hands going to my shoulders. With her like this, we are almost the same height.

My claws skim up her sides before cupping her breasts. She arches back as her own hands explore my body. I memorize every detail of my treasure, from the freckle on the side of her left breast to the faded scar on her right shoulder. Letting my tongue slip from my mouth, I lick over the raised skin, and she shivers.

She is delicious. I can’t believe she’s letting me touch her like this.

Anwyn’s hands skim over my chest, tickling my scales there. Her fingers dip into my back muscles, pulling me closer to her.

“You’re so warm, Lassar. It’s like there’s fire in your blood.” Her thighs open, releasing the sweetest scent from her cunt. She’s wet, I can smell it. I’m desperate for a taste. Her legs wrap around my waist, the heat of her pussy cradles my cock through my pants, and my control snaps. The feeling of her wet flesh unleashes the monster inside of me.

“Can I kiss you, my precious Anwyn?” My hold on my beast is breaking, but I will not fail her now. Not when she has shown me this trust. I need to hear my precious one say that she wants me.

Her smile is mischievous, her cheeks rosy from the warm water.

“Only if you promise to do a lot more than just kiss me.”

I growl, the sound echoing around us.

“Be sure of what you ask me, my precious one. I’ve been holding myself back for days. I don’t want to scare you with the depth of my desire for you.”

The thought of her being frightened of me makes my stomach turn. Anwyn merely smiles wider. Her hands trace down my chest again, down the hard plane of my stomach until they reach the lacing of my trousers. With one small finger, she runs along my bulging cock.

My breathing is coming in pants as she tilts her mouth up, her lips dancing over mine.

“I wouldn’t ask for it if I wasn’t sure I could take it. All of it.”

With a broken groan, I slam my mouth on hers. She opens for me like a flower; her moans are like honey on my tongue. My claws rake over her, kneading her breasts, skimming down her back, and grabbing her ass. She moans for me, wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me in closer. Her little cunt continues to rub against me.

I drag the scales on my chest against her nipples, and she gasps, her greedy pussy soaking me with more sweetness. Grabbing her ass harder, I pull her even tighter against me. My tongue slips into her mouth, tasting her fully. It tangles with her smaller one, gentle at first. Then I’m feasting on her. I break the kiss to focus my attention on her neck.

My tongue skims up the side of it as she grinds against me.

“Your pussy is so wet, my Anwyn. Is it wet for me? For the dragon who caught you?”

Anwyn sighs, her head lulling back. Something about me reminding her how I got her makes her work her hips faster against me. My hand slips down to her soaking wet pussy. Her flesh is warm and soft as I run a claw through her slit.

“Well? Tell me, Anwyn. Tell me why you are so wet.”

“You,” she pants. “You made me ache like this. Now you need to take care of it.”

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