Page 127 of The Exiled Dragon

Never in my life have I wanted to fight for so much as I did right now. I had reason, purpose, and this would give me much joy to know my children will be safe.

Odessa, trying to pick up the ragged dress and run with me, I stopped, throwing her over my shoulder. Squealing in delight my smoke gathered around me as I ran, forming into my Dragon. Her body was slung back up on my neck, gripping it tightly, leaving trails of kisses on my neck.

“May I ask why we are traveling back to the cave, Black Dragon?” She playfully scratched my shoulder. Chuckling, I moved my wings harder and faster to return in record time.

“A Dragon’s nest is its home, and we have not been home in many moons. I wish to take you all over again and get any unfamiliar smell off your body.”

“Oh.” She trailed a finger from my shoulder to my neck, causing my scales to ripple. “And how do you plan to get your smell on me?” Odessa snickered.

I did not bother with a response; I continued to fly higher and higher until we reached our cave. Winter had returned to the mountains; at least a foot of iridescent snow had fallen. The snow cleaning the air of smoke and debris made the air crisp and light.

Landing in front of our cave, Odessa slid off my shoulder, but I gripped her with my arm before she could hit the ground. “You are getting so fast at shifting,” she said, startled.

“The magic you have brought back can do that,” I hummed in her ear. Kissing down her neck, her hand fell over my arm where I had encompassed her waist, her rear pushing back into my shaft.

“Bath first?” Her hand went behind her, entangling it in my hair.

“As long as I may follow.” Sucking on her mark, her knees buckled, sliding from my grasp.

“Race you then!” Composing herself, she ran into the cave, taking off articles of clothing as she ran into our main cavern. Chairs and tables were knocked over; she halted, bare-chested only with her wrap of under leathers on.

“No one is here,” I grumbled at the mess. Our nest was untouched; the rest could wait. Pulling her bottom leathers free, she stood naked before me, shivering at the touch of my hands. “The spring,” I spoke huskily to her, causing a grin on her face.

Turning quickly, I laughed while my leathers fell to the floor. She was neck-deep in the water, curling her finger at me, beckoning me to join. “As much as I love the view, I think I’d rather touch you.” Odessa tried to swim gracefully, but her swimming was lacking, something I would work with her on come summer.

Walking in, her legs wrapped around my waist. Her hands already had cleaning oils, lathering my hair as I dunked under the water. Preening, I craved this. It was one of the most loving actions mates could do. Clean each strand, each part of the body carefully, slowly, savoring every moment.

My hands, filled with cleaning oil, ran up her bare neck, leaning it to the side. It showed her mark perfectly. Dark, deep black ran over her skin. My mouth hovered, and she whimpered, feeling the heat of my breath.

“You like this?” Kissing it softly, I sucked the mark gently, gradually becoming harder.

“Yes, oh, yes, Creed.” Her fingers didn’t leave my hair, massaging my scalp and soon down to my neck and shoulders. Kneading them with her hands, my sore muscles turned to soft porridge. Humming, groaning, she traveled around my back, now using more oils to dig her thumbs into my back.

“This is a massage,” Odessa whispered. “I thought you might like this.” Groaning more, she worked my upper back, slowly down to my lower and finally with my rear. “Heavens, Creed, you have a fine-looking butt.” She laughed again.

Pulling her back around, my lips captured her, pulling her bottom lip with my fangs. Making slow passionate love to her was my idea, but how she teased me so, I don’t know if I could. Odessa’s inner thighs gripped me tightly around the torso, her wet cavern rubbing up and down my body.

“I want you, Creed.” Lips capturing my neck, sucking, and tonguing the dip in my shoulder, I pulled her out of the water still attached to me. My hand cupped her rear, holding onto it for dear life. My shaft was painfully hard, and it reminded me of my rut. It had been several days since our last mating, much too long.

Laying her on her back, my tongue swept down the column of her neck, her pale breasts where the light sources dare not touch, stared back at me. Tasting the sweetness of her nipples had me palming her stomach. What joy it would bring me to feel her swollen with our child; her breasts would grow and feed our fledgling if I was lucky… I groaned, biting her nipple.

“Yes,” she breathed. “You can bite harder.” Her desires would be given because I would never deprive my mate. Switching to the other, I sucked, bit the tip of her nipple, as she calls them, my fingers dipping lower down her body. Her inner thighs were still damp from our bath, but the arousal between her thighs had my nostrils flare.

“I smell your flower.” Odessa gasped, my fingers parting her petals. “It weeps for me. I mustn’t let its tears go to waste.” Kissing down her torso, my tongue licked her navel, kissing each hipbone, and the scruff of my beard tickled her thigh.

Hand already in my hair, her Dragon growled in approval. Parting her petals, I licked the small bud, smelling more of her wonderful citrus scent. “Ohhh!” she whined happily. My tongue licked quickly until my lips attached and sucked. “Yes, oh yes!” My one finger became two, pushing into her core. Her high came quickly, my beast roaring with pride at how well we have done to give our mate such pleasure.

“Creed,” her hand left my hair, trying to pull me to her body. Tantalizingly slow, I kissed each part of her body as my chest raised above her. “I love you,” she spoke with a tear.

“And I love you, my fawn.” My shaft forced itself in, pushing to her womb. Crying out at my girth, her fingers gripped my shoulders.

“Does my cock satisfy you?” I pushed into her sweet cavern. Her essence dripped, soaking my undercarriage. Her reels of pleasure would not let her answer. Odessa’s mouth was partly open, her eyes on me made my shaft twitch inside her. This look was radiant; I gave her this, and I alone would continue to pleasure her the rest of our lives.

Odessa was my mate. I would protect her and our family, providing and giving her the life she always wanted. Her cavern clamped on my cock, the pull and push becoming difficult to handle. “Come on me,” I ordered her. “Come, let me feel your pleasure soak me.”

My fawn’s head fell back on the bed, her nipples rising above her, having me lock and bite them as she rolled down from the moon to land among the stars. My body quaked, releasing my love for this woman into her body. This body was hers; my life was hers, and most of all, my heart and soul were hers.

Odessa’s breathing slowed, my cock still buried inside of her. My elbows lay on either side of her head while I stared down at the beauty before me. Her gentle fingers tickled my beard, running it up and down my face. Kissing those fingertips, she smiled, taking a heavy breath.

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