She shuddered, and her flesh screamed for more.
“You must stop now,” she told him, not truly convinced he should.
“Why?” His calloused palm scraped the smooth skin of her backside.
She had no answer for him.
On the next pass, his finger delved into her slick passage, but only for a split second, and she gasped at the invasion. It was the first time a man had touched her so. God help her, she liked it. She liked being at his mercy, she liked being on her knees, and she liked the sting of her flesh.
“Hmm, your pussy is so wet.”
Her heart ached. How could she let a stranger touch her like this? Talk to her like this? But the answer didn’t seem to matter as she arched her back and held her bottom higher so he would continue what he was doing. Proper virgins did not behave this way. Although, as her mother never tired of pointing out, she never seemed to respond to things the way proper girls did. This…this should not make her body burn for more as it did. A virgin should run screaming, not want, with every fiber of her being, to roll over and spread her legs for this mad man—creature. Whatever the devil he was.
One long finger boldly traced her nether lips through the hair. His fingers lingered, parted her seam and explored her folds.
Her breath came in pants as his sweet caress teased every layer of flesh.
When he found the little nubbin hidden there, pleasure beyond her imagination shot through her like an arrow. It felt different from when she touched herself. The anticipation of his stroke made it much sweeter beyond reason.
“Oh,” she moaned. “You must stop. This isn’t right.”
“You know the word that will make me stop.”
She could not bring herself to say it in fear that he would comply.
She lifted on her tiptoes to allow him better access, and Marcos chuckled.
Rena didn’t care as long as he didn’t stop. One thick finger expertly slid up and down the length of her tender flesh while a knot coiled deep within her belly. Then he switched to small circles, teasing and raising the hard nub to a point. Icy threads of fire spread from that knot everywhere at once, a sensation she’d never experienced before at her own hand.
Rena could not see him, but she felt everything around her. The silk of the linens grazed her nipples with each movement. His hard cock and the surrounding hair brushed the back of her thigh while he worked her into a lather with his strong hands. Her own wanton juices dripped down her inner thighs as he spread her folds even farther.
Marcos picked up the pace, and she heard the sloppy sound as he stroked faster and faster.
“Hmm, so wet.” He expressed his approval at her body’s response. One hand held her hip where he wanted it, the other slid against her tender skin over and over again, showing no mercy.
Her very blood seemed to surge at his commanding rhythm, and with it her frenzy of need climbed. The fire coiling within licked at her skin, which seemed to grow too tight as she hungered for release.
Rena used her elbows as leverage to buck against his hand.
“Yes, my rosebud, come for me.”
The commanding voice seemed so far away as that tight knot in her belly finally exploded. Rena cried out in wails of exquisite fulfillment as she rode his hand.
His strokes continued until the last moan was wrung from her, and she collapsed on the bed. She huffed into the silks, trying to catch her breath. All too soon the waves of passion subsided, leaving only gentle spasms in their wake.
Marcos flipped her again and removed the blindfold. Leaning one knee on the bed, he gathered her hands. Strong fingers deftly worked the knot at her wrist while she searched his face for any sign of condemnation and saw none.
Then her eyes found his cock, hard and standing from his body. Large. Too large to go where she knew men put them given the opportunity. She turned away.
When her hands came free, he tossed the rope aside and rubbed the insides of her wrists to soothe the marks left behind.
“You are beautiful.” His gruff voice strained with emotion.
“I am plain.” The men in her village had ignored her long enough to know that. Her curves were sufficient to draw an eye but nothing exceptional. Her brown hair rarely stayed where she put it, and more often than not, her round face peeled from the sun. No, beautiful was not the word to describe her. Loyal, kind, and reliable. These were her words.
“Do not argue. You are beautiful. The flush of pleasure on your face glows with the knowledge of what your body can do. You are queen of this chamber, and I am at your mercy.”
Something stirred inside her at his words, a sense of wistful confidence she’d never felt before. To not feel ashamed of her desire for once in her life and to celebrate what her body could do shamelessly came as a new concept to her. An intoxicating one.
“Why do you do this?” She watched his face as the pad of his thumbs strummed the pulse points on her wrists and goose bumps spread up her arms in response.
“I am of a certain nature myself. This seems a more fitting way to satisfy my desires. I do not have the stomach for raping and pillaging villagers. This is much more appealing, is it not?” He eased her back against the pillows, and she complied.
His hand trailed down the length of her gown until he found her foot, then swept back up her inner leg gathering the fabric with him. “Do you know about the exchange between men and women when they lie together?”
“Will you make me carry a child?” Rena pulled away from him. “Rosebud.”
He tipped his head to one side and placed his hands on his naked thighs. “No. I will not. I am the product of a human and dragon’s love, and I would not bring such a solitary life on another.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. You’ve been very…” She struggled for the right word. “Accommodating. I’ve helped raise my sisters and, well…don’t wish to do it again, at least not right now.”
“So…it’s not the fact that I am a dragon you are opposed to. It’s children in general?”
“For now.” She loved her sisters, but the endless care left little time for much else.
He watched her for a long moment. She waited again for the judgment in his eyes, but it didn’t come. However, he did leave the bed, to her disappointment, and strode to the table near the fire.
“Are you hungry?”
“Did I offend you?” Why should she care if she offended a dragon? Yet, she did. Not just because her body still hummed from his attentions, but because she hated to offend anyone. Her only desire in life was to please others. Was this the nature of which he spoke?
“You said the word.” He poured water into a goblet. “There is fruit, bread, cheese…”
“Is that all? No villagers?” she teased.
“Not tonight. In your honor, I abstain,” he teased back and pulled out the chair for her to join him. The fire cast shadows on his naked body, and Rena studied the rippling muscles below his skin. He truly could tear her apart if he willed it. She got up and sat where he indicated.
He joined her at the other end of the table but, instead of eating, propped up his feet and watched her. “What kind of student were you as a child?”
“What an odd question.” Rena reached for a berry to keep her hands from fidgeting. “The normal kind, I imagine.”
“I doubt that. Was your teacher a disciplinarian? Was he rigid in his instruction?”
Her thoughts went back to the crush she had as a child and felt her cheeks flush. “Master Evans was fair.”
Marcos put his hands behind his head and leaned back. If not for his intense gaze, she could imagine it to be an ordinary meal. “He made you call him master. How quaint. And did you see your share of discipline?”
She squirmed under Marcos’ questioning, not from his directness, but out of the memory of being disciplined by Master Evans. A firm hand. Only she knew how much she looked forward to the punishments as she grew older.
“No need to answer. I can
see by your inability to sit still that your pussy grows wet just thinking about it. “ He bit into a pear.
She watched him chew with very little interest in her own food, but to be polite, she broke a piece of crusty bread off and put it in her mouth.
“When I asked you earlier about men and women, I merely meant do you know of the pain caused by losing your maidenhead.”
She swallowed hard and grabbed the goblet in front of her to keep from choking.
He waited, brows raised.
“This is hardly a conversation I should have with a stranger.”
“We are hardly strangers.” He indicated the bed with the flip of a hand. “Answer my question.” His tone left no room for argument.
“Yes.” She wrung her hands as she rose to pace in front of the fire. He left no room for self-doubt or uncertainty either.
“Ah, you’re done then.” He lunged from the chair, knocking it over in his haste.
Rena jumped at his sudden movement as he gathered her in his arms and walked her backward toward the bed.
She struggled in his grasp. “Wait. I…”
He did not stop, only whispered in her ear, “Remember the word.”
Marcos gathered her gown over her head as they walked, leaving her tangled in the garment. Excitement and fear battled for control of her senses. When cool wood touched the backs of her thighs, Marcos pushed her down on the bed.
Panic bubbled inside her, and Rena kicked at him. He grabbed her ankles and threw them over his shoulders as he knelt between her legs. Before she could wrestle the twisted gown off her face, he forced her thighs wide apart with his chin and buried his face in her tender folds.
Rena froze. Panic gave way to joy in a single heartbeat. The luscious lap of his tongue was almost too much to bear. As he licked the outside edge in a long hot sweep her heart beat so hard, she felt it in her head. Then he drew one of her nether lips into his mouth, sucking gently.
She didn’t know what to do with her hands. She wanted to bury them in his long hair and press his face even further into her warmth. But that seemed wrong, and she grabbed fistfuls of bedding instead.
She felt her juices flow freely and trickle down the cleft of her backside. Alarmed, she knew he could taste her gushing arousal. “Stop, you mustn’t.”
He murmured against her mound, “Your pussy juices taste so sweet.”
Marcos gently spread her flesh and licked the exposed nub. Still swollen from their last encounter, the sensation sent her into a writhing fit. She squirmed against his face. “Oh!”
He lifted his face from between her legs and laughed. “I’m sorry, what was that you were saying?
“Don’t stop,” she gasped shamelessly. Her body demanded more.
“Oh, I don’t intend to.” He dipped his face between her legs again, this time thrusting his tongue into her sheath.
“Ahh!” There were no words. She sucked in mouthfuls of gown as she prayed he didn’t stop.
His talented tongue circled her clit, teased her lips, and laved the full length of her slit in ways she could not have imagined. Her thighs began to shake, and she undulated against his face. Marcos gently slid a fingertip into her tight opening, moving in, out and around while he licked and sucked her hard nubbin.
Quite certain she’d go mad if he stopped, she released the bedding and did what came naturally, buried her hands in his thick hair.
He groaned in approval.
Then it began again, the sweet tumble to ecstasy. Each stroke of his tongue sent a shooting star through her belly until it rained fire. Suddenly, his finger was not enough. She wanted—no, needed—to be filled.
“Are you ready for me?”
She heard his voice in the distance and nodded in response, panting through the fabric.
He leaned over her, and his weight settled at her widespread hips. Still trapped by her gown, she struggled to reach for him. He must have understood her need, because he pulled the garment from her face, then found her hands.
Marcos held her gaze as he drew her hands over her head and drove into her in one smooth motion.
Her inner walls stretched around him as he filled her, and then came a sharp pain.
Rena screamed out but still refused to say the word, lest this new discovery come to an end before she understood what it meant. He let go of one of her hands and reached between their bodies to tease her nubbin with one deft fingertip while he slowly drove his cock in and out.
Heat built again. Her entire body felt as if it were ready to burst into flames. It did not take long before she was panting again.
“Please!” she begged. For what, she did not know.
“Not yet.” Marcos withdrew his hand and sucked her cream from his finger, intently holding her gaze while he sampled her flavor.
Rena knew she should be shocked, but all she wanted was more of him.
He dipped down and kissed her. His velvet tongue parted her lips so she could taste her own musk. Marcos continued to roll his hips into hers, his long, thick shaft invading over and over again while his tongue did the same to her mouth.
This time she did not fight what came naturally and lifted her leg to wrap around him, spreading as wide as she could, so he might go deeper still.
“Um, that’s right, my little minx. Spread for me.” He reached down and gathered her legs, holding them up to pummel her pussy, pumping his hard cock faster.
Rena needed to be touched everywhere and grabbed her tits, squeezing and pressing the nipples between her fingers. It wasn’t enough.
“Marcos…”
“Now, darling, now you can come on my cock.” He released one leg and found her clit again while he pounded into her. As soon as he rubbed the hard bead, she splintered into a million pieces, like a tree struck by lightning. The world disappeared around her, and all that existed was the union of their bodies. He propelled her farther and farther into oblivion with each stroke. She lost all control, and the screams echoing through the chamber were her own.
But Marcos gave no quarter, he continued to pound into her. Her pleasure didn’t crest as the times before. It rolled on and on until she glistened in sweat. Every inch of her shook with maddening pleasure, and she opened her eyes, hungry for proof he felt as good.
It was there on his face, his lips curled and features twisted in ecstasy. He grunted with every plunge, and it made her want more from him. She bucked against him, using her free leg as leverage, meeting him thrust for thrust
He ground his teeth. “Oh, so you like…being fucked…umph…my brave little sex slave?”
It felt so good, all she could do was nod. Her newly stretched flesh throbbed around his rod until she thought she could no longer bear the pleasure of it.
“You are so tight and feel so good on my cock.” Marcos echoed her thoughts, then threw back his head and roared, a sound not quite human. He pulled out, and his warm cum spilled all over her belly.
Rena smiled with the knowledge that her body had brought him that pleasure. A sense of power stirred within her watching him. He met her stare with a devilish grin while he caught his breath. Warm satisfaction swept over her despite the sweet ache between her legs. Had she been a cat, she’d have purred.
Marcos gathered her, adjusted their position closer to the head of the bed, and cradled her in his arms, spooning her tenderly. His heart beat heavily against her back. Still tangled in the gown, she couldn’t move much and didn’t even bother to try to cover herself as a proper virgin would. After all, she was no longer a virgin, and no part of this was proper. Being completely at his mercy felt safe, she liked the sensation of his warm lap cradling her bum.
Was his dragon skin just as warm? “Can you control how much you change when you become the dragon?”
He laughed, and the rumble of his chest vibrated against her back. A curious blue tail slithered over her hip to tickle the underside of her breast, forcing her to join him in laughter.
“Can I touch your wings?”
“Why?” He rose onto an elbow and looked down at her curiously.
His intense gaze made her blush. Had no one asked him that before? “They are beautiful.”
The shade of his brown eyes darkened to black as he turned his finger into a claw and used it to rip the gown so she could move.
“Ask me again.” His voice was course.
“Can I touch them?” The hungry way he looked at her made her wet all over again, and wonder overtook her that wet was even possible at this point. She rested her hands on his chest. His muscles rippled under her palms, and his heart beat steady and strong.
He bit her ear and whispered, “Beg me.”
Her mouth found his chest, and she licked the salty skin there. “Please, I must feel them.”
His skin shimmered under her hands and turned blue-green again. It was not like fish scales at all as she’d believed when he’d first shown her. A puzzle of shimmering membranes soft as feathers coated his body. She ran her hands through them, and he moaned. She buried her face in them and inhaled deeply. They smelled of spice and smoke. They smelled like him.
And yes, they were very warm.
She drew back and gazed at the dragon. His black eyes were huge, and he watched her intently. She turned her attention back to the tiny feathers and manipulated one in her fingers, examined it.
“Beautiful.” Rena let it fall back into place and stroked the object of her curiosity. His wing. It was silken thin and only slightly cooler to the touch than his body.
He leaned over her and spoke in a much more gravelly voice. “Were you so bold with Master Evans?”
His long, forked tongue traced her lips, and she parted them slightly without meaning to.
Marcos shimmered into human form again before he delved in, caressing and flicking her tongue, inviting it to play. Firm and soft at the same time, and she liked the way it felt. Braver than she knew she could be, she sucked on his tongue and relished the little noise he made at her endeavor.
Marcos drew away and pulled her arm to the corner of the bed. “Next lesson.”
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