"Is that what you're planning to do with me?" I asked, my voice a little too high, but breathless too.
Hywel shook and the whole room rattled and trembled and laughed with him, gold and books and jewels jangling in their cases, his grin broadening.
I would like to taste you,blodyn bach,he answered, his tongue sliding higher, rubbing and looping near the top of my right thigh. His tongue squeezed, and I fell back on my elbows with a gasp.But I should like to feed you, not myself.
My head fell back, a moan trapped in my throat, my eyes squeezing shut. I'd served and enjoyed many a monster in my lifetime, but never adragon.
"I'm…I'm not sure I could reciprocate," I managed, biting my lip.
Hywel laughed again, even longer and heavier than before, and I could not restrain my groan as the sound—too low and rich to really ring in my ears—vibrated all around me and through the tongue that teased just shy of my bare sex.
Someday, you might. Perhaps even soon. But no, mydwttycreature, not today.
I opened my mouth to correct him—there was no day that I could spread myself enough for those massive twin heads I'd gotten a glimpse of yesterday—but his tongue slipped loose from around my thigh and then played coyly at my center, petting and pressing to my sex.
"Oh!"
I arched between the dragon's legs, sank down into the blankets and pillows, and shut my eyes against the sight of the enormous open threat of his mouth as he licked me. It was like the dull stroke of a cock spreading itself through my lips, but his tongue was not perfectly smooth; there were little bumps and grooves that teased my tender flesh.
Oh, you are much sweeter than the trickster's son.
I gasped and giggled, eyes flying open. I couldn't see Hywel's eyes like this, collapsed in the nest he'd made me, and his jaw opened wider. I didn't know if his words meant to tease or frighten me, or if he was simply a dragon and appetite was as much a part of his nature as it was mine.
His tongue slid up, over the coarse curls between my legs, tangling into the thin cotton of my nightdress, and I fumbled, pulling the fabric up, wrestling myself out and tossing it beyond his massive taloned feet. I stared at the thick, black length—no, it was a deep red color, like wine or pools of blood—watched it slither and slide, caressing over my belly, revealing a split end that eagerly stretched to cup and rub one breast. Hywel growled or purred, and I panted, trembling hands reaching to stroke his long tongue. It was dense, muscular, twisting in my grip, the forked ends able to pinch and pull my nipple as I cried out, but it was softer and more pliable than an erect cock too. I lifted it from my breast and it grasped and pulled on my hand, slid away again, swiped over my throat, and glided up my jaw.
My lips parted, eyes watching the roping tongue curve and curl over my body, my hips hiking up to push against it. My feet rose, bracing on slippery scales, and then higher, pressing to Hywel's thick lips, toes pricking over the pointed ends of his fearsome fangs on his lower jaw.
"Hywel," I whispered, eyes wide at the picture of his brutal teeth and wicked tongue between my spread legs. I was stretched, exposed, and his breath rushed over me, growing warmer with every purr and growl, rumbling into my toes. The sight was shocking and dangerous. If my foot slipped and his jaw snapped shut, I'd lose a limb.
I ought to have had enough of danger, of threats. But Hywel was petting me with his beautifully elegant tongue, and it was me who was toying with those jaws, who was trying to squirm closer, my heart hammering and my cunt throbbing in the same beat.
One dark forked end of his tongue slid over my bottom lip, and I closed my mouth and my eyes, sucking on the very tip of damp flesh, finding the taste of myself. It felt like a thick finger prodding between my teeth, exploring briefly, and underneath my own flavor was a dark and earthy one. I hummed as the second fork of his tongue skidded around my jaw, and then he pulled free, dragging back down the length of my body.
You are a very tempting morsel,blodyn bach.
"If you eat me, you only get to do so once," I warned.
Hywel's laughter came withnéktar, as much as his overwhelming licks. I was spread between a dragon's legs, left open to his licking tongue, at risk of being gobbled up and forgotten. I was making a dragonlaugh.
I grinned and stretched my arms over my head, finding his huge feet, stroking the knuckles and down to the claws. I arched my back, and Hywel's tongue made a brief return trip to pluck at my nipples.
Lush,he praised.
"Your tongue is lush," I answered, sighing as it skidded over my belly button and down between my legs again, cleaning away the dew of my arousal, stroking back and forth over my inner thighs, heavy and slick. "Your teeth are beautiful. Your scales are smooth."
I have you to thank for that, he answered, purring.And so thank you I shall.
His tongue seemed to shrink, growing plumper when not stretched, and it prodded and pushed against my pussy, split and stroked on either side. I moaned and rocked into the touch, but I kept my eyes on those sharp bright teeth and the dark gullet beyond.
"Laszlo—Oh! Hywel!" I grunted, twisting, trying to escape the determined grip of the forked tongue pulling my clit from hiding, and he released me with a rumbling chuckle. "Laszlo gave me the wax," I managed.
My mate knows what kind of rare treasures I like to find in my hoard, Hywel murmured, and then returned to tormenting my sex, pulling at my folds, my clit, burrowing at my hole.
I flushed at the words, my mouth opening to ask about Laszlo, about what it meant to bemateswhen you weren't the same species, but then I was blushing and crying out because Hywel's forked tongue was prodding me twofold, at my ass and cunt together. My hands gripped around claws, body instinctively ready to drag myself away, but Hywel just returned to petting and licking between my legs.
I gasped and settled and then moaned as the steady pattern soothed heat through me, built an ache that heated my blood.
I frightened you,he noted.