Page 68 of Wings of Frost and Fury
His tongue sweeps along my cheekbone, and I draw in a long breath, letting my eyes close for a moment, relishing theaffection. But he keeps licking, becoming more enthusiastic with every passing second, until I giggle and push him away.
“Stop licking and go sit over there,” I order him. “Give me some space to eat.”
With a faint whine, he obeys. I finish several more crackers, some cheese, and a few sips of wine. It’s all I can manage, but it’s enough to stop me from trembling so violently.
Perhaps I shouldn’t be spending what little energy I have on playtime with Ashvelon, but I have a dreadful feeling that my physical condition is going to get progressively worse the longer the Mordvorren hangs over Ouroskelle. I may as well enjoy myself while I still have the strength.
I turn my attention to the big gray dragon who’s sitting in the middle of the cave, occasionally glancing out at the torrents of rain, pretending that he’s not physically trembling with desire. He shifts uncomfortably, and I catch a glimpse of the giant, swollen cock that has extruded from his genital slit.
“Looks as if the snake is out of the pocket.” I smirk, and he chuffs with mingled desire and embarrassment.
“My need is not your responsibility,” he says. “If you do not feel physically well enough for this—”
“Ah, but darling, I need it too. I have the most depraved desire to hear youscream.”
A shudder runs over his huge form. He moans softly between those immense jaws, and his tongue flickers out.
I survey the interior of cave, wishing I had something to which I could tie him. I think torturing him sexually is exactly what I need to take my mind off the watery sensation in my muscles and the dullness in my head.
He brought a couple of silk scarves back with him. I suppose those will have to do.
“You may transform,” I tell him.
The dragon’s neck arches and his brow ridges contract, as if he’s struggling to focus. After a long moment, he manages to shift.
Fuck, he’s beautiful. I will never tire of the curves of his strong shoulders, the muscular panels of his chest and abdomen, or the golden waves of his hair. Most of all, I enjoy that sweet, handsome face of his. It belongs tohimnow, no one else. The expressions are his, the beauty is his. His personality transforms his features, claiming them, reshaping them.
He’s pathetically hard and needy, dripping arousal from the tiny slit at the end of his pretty pink cock. I am so inexpressibly lucky that I get to play with him.
I climb out of the nest and pick up the scarves, the strap-on cock, and the plug. “Lie down on your stomach,” I tell him.
He lowers himself to the smooth stone floor with his cock pinned beneath him.
Sitting at his side, I stroke the firm, juicy curves of his rear. “I’ve never seen a man with such a perfect ass.”
“Not even theinnkeeper?” he mutters.
“No. This ass is all you, darling.” I smack it, delighted with the slight jiggle despite its firmness. Impulsively I lean down and bite him, sinking my teeth into his ass cheek until he gasps at the pinch.
“Yes, I bit you, dragon,” I murmur, licking the arcs of the indentations left by my teeth. “How do you feel about that?”
“It hurt, but I liked it,” he says breathlessly.
“Good boy. Spread your legs for me, wide as you can. That’s it. Oh, look at these plump balls, all squished against the floor.” I trace them with a fingertip. “So swollen. So ready to be toyed with.” I squeeze them lightly, listening to the hiss of his breath.
“And this…” I press my fingertip to his asshole. It’s pink, clean, and bare. This body is new and fresh, which means playing with this part of him will be far more pleasant than it was with some of the human males I’ve fucked. Mentally I block out the memory of one particularly disgusting interlude…
That won’t happen with Ashvelon.
I packed lubricant among the supplies I brought when I came here. A girl should always be prepared. But before I fetch it, I lie down naked between his spread thighs, pull apart his cheeks, and touch my tongue to his hole.
Even here, his skin tastes good. Warm, salty, and sweet, with a faint magical freshness. New skin, perfect skin. He’s absolutely delicious. I trace the puckered creases enthusiastically, then push the tip of my tongue into the tightness at the center.
“By the Bone-Builder,” Ashvelon swears in a shaking whisper.
He’s no virgin, as we’ve thoroughly established by now, but I still feel some responsibility for making sure he’s comfortable with what I’m doing to his new, unfamiliar body.
“Do you like this?” I ask.
