Page 41 of Storm of Blood and Shadow

“No.” I blush harder.

“Beautiful liar,” he whispers. “Shall I do it again?”

Instead of answering I tilt my body forward, tipping my face up to his.

He kisses me over and over, learning, experimenting. I have not felt so dazed and delighted by the simple act of kissing in a very long time. I’d forgotten how exciting it can be, how justthe soft melding of mouths can awaken the deepest, fiercest, and most carnal cravings.

“My cock is longer now,” Varex whispers against my cheek. His hands are in my hair, and my fingers are clasping his sides. “Will you let me come inside you?”

It would be foolish to agree. If this change isn’t permanent, he could turn into a dragon while we’re fucking and split me in two.

“I don’t think so,” I breathe.

“Then may I at least explore you with these?” He lifts long, strong, masculine fingers. “And with this?” He touches his mouth.

Such a pretty mouth. Too fucking pretty.

I don’t like sayingyesaloud. It feels like yielding to more than the pleasure of the moment—it feels like agreeing to somethingmore, something deeper. But I offer him silent consent by removing my dress and lying down naked for him on the white cloth he brought.

He starts at my toes, popping each one into his mouth and sucking them gently. Then he caresses my ankles, my calves, and my thighs.

I’m a little insecure about the thickness of my legs, especially since a few of my former lovers commented on them negatively, saying they were too large, too muscular, out of proportion with the rest of me.

But Varex traces the contour of each muscle with unfeigned delight. “Such power and beauty in these glorious thighs. They are made for strength and for music.”

His words heal me more deeply than he will ever know.

Impulsively I sit up and pull myself close to him, arching my legs over his, bringing my pussy in alignment with his cock. I’m about to put him inside me when he says, “Wait. I haven’t tasted you with my human tongue yet.”

No other man would stop me from putting his cock in my pussy, and offer to go down on me instead.

“You’re not real.” I touch his face. “It’s not possible.”

“I would have thought the same thing a few days ago,” he says. “The sorceress has enviable power, to be sure.”

“That’s not what I meant.” I caress his jaw, familiarizing myself with the feel of it. No scales, just warm skin. “Most men would prefer to get inside me quickly when I offer the opportunity.”

“If that is what you want, I will do it. I will do anything you desire.” There’s a note of desperation in his tone, of abject devotion and aching desire. “Would you rather have my tongue or my cock?”

“If I’m not wet enough, I prefer the tongue first,” I tell him. “What do you think, dragon? Am I wet for you?”

I take his wrist and move his hand between my legs. His long fingers brush over my sex. When he twitches them, I shiver and moan softly.

“This little river, just here…” He strokes one finger between my soaked folds. “Is this for me?”

Lacing my arms around his neck, I nod. Much as I want to feel his tongue, I want him inside me even more. Maybe it’s a foolish, reckless choice, and yet I can’t stop myself. I want to reward him for what he said, for the way he touched my heart and soothed it with those lovely words. Beyond that, I am helplessly aroused and naughtily delighted that I am going to be someone’sfirst, instead of his twelfth or hundredth.

Varex looks down between us. “Do I simply… put it in? And where do I put it, exactly? The same place where I put my tongue?”

“I’ll make it obvious. Give me a moment.” I scoot backward off his lap and do a few stretches to limber up my legs. Then I lie down on my back again, only this time I pull my legs up,parallel with my body, so that my ankles are almost by my ears. Several of my previous lovers have appreciated my flexibility, specifically my ability to achieve this position, in which I basically fold myself in half and expose my entire pussy and ass for easy use.

“It’s called the oyster position,” I tell Varex. “There’s a similar one called the seashell, and so many more… but we’ll start with this. Put your cock inside me, then grab my ankles and push on them gently while you move in and out of me.”

He looks doubtful. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I’ll let you know if I don’t like the pressure or the angle. Do you see the slit where your tongue went?”

He swallows, his eyes bright. “Most definitely.”

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