Page 40 of Dragon's Flame
She would’ve toughed it out though, for his sake—because after waiting for almost a millennia, the man’s balls had to be epically blue—except he noticed.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her—she must have winced.
“Nothing.”
One of his eyebrows rose. “We are bonded and you are lying. Tell me.”
Kenna made a dissatisfied groan. Showing him her knees meant losing him inside her, and she’d gotten quite used to the size, depth, and dimensions of his cock in the last ten minutes. “Fine,” she said, then lifted herself off of him and wriggled back, far enough to show him her legs. There were little scattered dents where pieces of sand and small gravel had ground into her—and he was horrified.
“What?”
“It’s fine,” she said, dusting herself off—then strong hands had her upright in a moment, with a speed that made her shriek.
“It’s not,” Tarian said, inspecting her. “Why would you think I would want you to hurt for me? Or that I would ever want to be responsible for any of your pain?”
“I—I don’t know. I just—” she started as he got up beside her.
“I am responsible for you. Not just for your pleasure now, but for every day of the rest of your life.” His chest was heaving with emotion, and his beautiful, beautiful human-looking, but definitely uncut, cock was falling to half-mast—which was good, because she was angry.
“No—that’s bullshit. I get to make decisions too!” she shouted at him, and when he didn’t respond, when the fact that he was like a stone wall was, in itself, a response, she shouted. “Maybe Seris ran away from you! Did you ever think about that? Because when you act like this—I would!”
Tarian took a step back, and reached down to assemble himself, tucking his dick away and zipping his pants up at once.
Then he just stared at her—and it was clear she’d hurt him.
“I am going to go outside now. I will not be far,” he said, before turning to do just that.
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TARIAN
The sun was pouring over the edge of this Realm, and Tarian wished he could follow it. He got to the edge of the ocean, took his pants off again and flung them backwards, and then jumped in, hoping that the water would cool his racing thoughts and frustrated body.
He dove down, tracing fingertips against the sand and rocks, and surfaced, shaking his hair out of his eyes.
He was hopelessly devoted to someone who didn’t fully want him.
And somehow, he would need to make peace with that, if they were going to manage to continue.
But it wasn’t that he wanted to trap her in a Seris-shaped box anymore—he just wanted her to be guided by basic decency and common sense.
Which would be hard, seeing as he was him, and she was just a human girl.
He tried to think back to when he and Seris had met, on either side of a table of Sheer-ka. She’d just beaten another player and she was sure that she could best him, and she’d beenright. He’d lost so badly he’d almost been tempted to use magic to cheat, but he couldn’t bring himself to, not after he’d heard her laugh. He’d graciously accepted defeat, bought her a drink, and the rest, for a time, had been history.
But . . . now? With this girl?
Once he’d gotten inside her, he’d thought half the battle was over.
He never could’ve guessed that the worst was yet to come.
He resurfaced, snapping his hair back again, only this time he wasn’t alone on the beach.
She was there, hugging herself against the evening wind, watching him.
“I was starting to get worried,” she said. “You were down for a long time.”
“I can breathe underwater.”
