Page 33 of The Exiled Dragon

Slow and steady, one hand gripped my thigh while the other trailed up my back and to the nape of my neck. The slow squeezing of his hand as he massaged my neck pushed me over, more so than any other kiss. My body leaned in, my breasts pushing towards his taunt chest. It wasn’t enough. I was craving things I never thought I would and things I never knew about. I broke the kiss, ensuring I didn’t sway too far from his face. Creed wouldn’t do anything unless I permitted him, which made me have to be the bold one.

“You can touch me,” I whispered in his mouth. My heart spoke for me before my mind. Creed’s warm, heavy breath heaved as I untied the make-shift belt around my torso. “Here.” I grabbed his enormous hand in mine, taking two of my hands to lift his heavy arm. His hand cupped the outside of my tunic, giving him the first breast he had ever touched.

He groaned, watching his hand massage the breast beneath his hand. His thumb strummed over my now hardening nipple, watching it intently. Wanting more of his heat, I took his other hand and had it slide up the tunic, not caring if I was exposed beneath him. I couldn’t take it. I marveled at him while his hand, on its own, reached up to cup my bare breast.

Creed

What is she doing to me?

The siren before me, my fawn has taken both of my hands, permitting me to touch her in ways I had only dreamed about. Her breasts barely filled my hand, but they were glorious, nonetheless. They were warm, heaving with every rising breath she had taken. My Dragon growled in pleasure, feeling her soft body against my hard one. The noises escaping her mouth were foreign to me. She moaned, not in pain but in the pleasure of me holding on to them.

Little did she know, my growing desire for her had the fire of my Dragon begging to be released. My hand massaged them, thumbs rubbing over her teat. What would they taste like? Would she dare let me place my lips on her?

Her braided hair that she could have meticulously spent hours on was falling around her face, eyes heavy with pleasure as I continued to touch her. My lips descended to her shoulder, her mewls of pleasure filling the cave. I wanted more of these noises. I was becoming greedy, and she was not faltering in each step I took.

Lifting her tunic, watching her expression, she kept her eyes pinned to mine. Was she daring me to become this bold? Smoke left my nostrils, my Dragon begging me to bite into her pretty neck, to pull on the muscle and make her mine for all to see.

I couldn’t do that, not yet. Not during this lustful passion we shared now.

Leaning her back, my kisses trailed from her neck down to her chest. Her teats stood upright as I looked at them closer. It was beautiful, and my mouth begged for me to slip it on my tongue. A large gasp left her lips, her hands entangling into my hair as I sucked and nipped at it. Her body rocked onto my desire, causing a massive growl leaving my chest.

“Creed,” her husky voice whispered loudly. My mouth returned the favor to the other teat that awaited me. Her grip tightened around my head, massaging the braids in my hair. My desire grew harder, and Odessa’s bare slit rubbed against me in my cloth.

I needed her skin on mine.

Picking her up, my mouth not leaving her, I took her to our nest. Laying her gently, my lips left her chest to kiss up her neck and back to her mouth. As much as I liked to suck her sweet skin, her mouth was what I enjoyed the most.

Odessa’s thighs rubbed together. My cock strained against my cloth, wanting to be near the smell of her arousal. “Mmm,” she grunted, hands gripping into my shoulders. My fawn had only permitted me to touch her teats and nothing more. I had to restrain myself.

“Creed.” Her heavy whine tugged at me. “I just, I don’t know how to say it.” Frustration laced her voice. Reading her body movements, I had an idea, but it would be bold of me to assume. Taking my knee, I spaced her legs apart, resting my engorged member near her slit. I would not enter her. I had too many unanswered questions to be answered first.

Rubbing my clothed member on her bare slit, she moaned my name like a sweet prayer. “Yes, Creed, please.” Her amethyst eyes met mine, full of lust and greed. In the little time we had together, my body was screaming at me to take her, as it seems her own body craved the same.

Me, a damaged Dragon, ridiculed by my own kind, found a place in this human’s heart. I was told I would be alone the rest of my life, no mate to comfort my Dragon nor accompaniment to ease my lonely soul.

Then here she is, dropped from the heavens in my own territory, begging for me to save her, keep her, protect her.

My member slid up her wet slit. More of her intoxicating citrus scent came from the lower part of her body. Odessa mewled my name again, urging me to continue. I slid up and down her, feeling her wetness coat the outside of my cloth. It seeped through, and her arousal was touching me.

“Odessa,” my Dragon growled through my teeth. Heavy, hot breaths escaped me, making her teats perk in excitement. Her legs wrapped around me, urging me to rub her deeper, longer, faster. Her chest bounced at the rhythm I had created, one of her hands in my hair and one on her chest.

“Bite it a little?” she questioned. She could have commanded me to destroy the entire nation of Vermillion, and I would do it without hesitation. My mouth descended, biting her softly as she screamed my name. Thick, musky citrus exploded around me, my cock saturated with her liquid and now was engorged to the brim with my seed. Her legs tightened around me, now helping me with my rhythm.

“You can,” Odessa whispered. “Release.” Her heavy pants were now filled with more violent breathing. My body stiffened as a low growl escaped my chest. Spurts of seed now landed inside my cloth, coating the outside of her slit.

The sweat from my brow dripped on my fawn’s stomach. Her breathing slowed, smiling back at me, pulling me in for another soul-shattering kiss. “Wow,” she sighed asmy forehead touched hers. Her fingers swept down my face, holding me close.

“Are you all right, Prince Charming?” Her eyes were so innocent. No one could know we had done something so pleasurable if they couldn’t smell the thick scent of our bodies. Her beautifully braided hair was now ruined, strung over the pillow in a beautiful, curled heap.

My Dragon purred while I kissed up her neck. Odessa’s dainty fingers tickled my shoulder, causing a shiver in one particular spot.

“I really missed you today. I know that sounds so needy.” Her lips kissed my cheek. I returned the favor, wanting her to know I missed her, too.

“Did everything go all right? Nobody bullied you, did they? Cause I will go up there and kick some Dragon butt if I need to.” She gave a mean scowl. Chuckling within my body, I shook my head. Adam tried to bully me, but I took it in strides. He won’t ruin my day any longer, not with my Odessa.

My mood was sour when I came back to the cave earlier. I landed as softly as I could, just in case Odessa retired early. Pulling out my bag and finding the hidden pocket, I found the note that Amora had switched with me. It wasn’t a note at all; it was a small bag of ground-up yellowcress root. My heart warmed that Amora would give me more, knowing it was hard to get.

I sprinkled it around the cave to hide Odessa’s scent once more. Once the snow arrived, I couldn’t use it as much because the snow would wash away the scent-hiding properties. Taking the dust off the root, I rounded the cave and the path we took up just the day before.

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