He reached behind her and pushed the door open, walking her backward until they were both inside. He turned her and slammed her back against the door and kissed her deeply, swallowing the yelp that had escaped her lips. His tongue wound around hers more aggressively than before. The kiss went from deep to fueled with a fiery passion in a matter of minutes. Guinevere was having trouble keeping up but she did not want to stop. She placed her hands on his face and held him as if that were the only way to keep up with him. It felt like he was rushing to some sort of destination even though they were just standing inside his cottage.
She felt his hand move slowly up her side and over her breasts. She gasped. It felt very intimate and she knew right away that was not a part humans touched casually. He kissed her neck and began to massage one of her breasts over the dress, making her breathe heavily. The tight, hot sensation between her legs had not disappeared. Instead, it had grown so strong it felt like it was spreading through her legs and hips and she was sure there was moisture between her legs now as well. She squirmed against him and felt something very big and hard press against her.
She jumped and a small squawk escaped her lips. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, his even darker than they had been outside. He took one of her hands and guided her to rub the hard bulge under his pants. He groaned against her neck and breathed more heavily than before. She did not know what it was about it but rubbing him and hearing the sounds he made as a result of it made her want to keep doing it.
“Oh, Guin-ev-ev-ere,” he grunted into her ear.
He ran his fingers through the long locks of her light blonde hair, which looked silver from the moonlight entering through the main room’s window. He tugged at it gently and she looked up, baring her neck again so he could freely close his lips over it. She felt him suck on it and a sharp mix of pain and pleasure ran through her. Quite suddenly, he dropped into a crouch and started to pull her dress up slowly as he stood up. Guinevere stood very still, heart thumping in her chest, wondering what he was planning to do now. He ran his fingers over the inside of her thigh and over the covering her wings had made, right at her center.
“Oh!” she cried out with a heavy exhale, her entire body quivering.
If she had thought anything else gave her a great pleasure she had never known before, this topped it all. Just the one gentle touch of Doran’s made her yearn for more.
“More,” she breathed out pleadingly, “More. More.”
He rubbed his hand against her center and she moaned loudly, the quivering of her body intensifying. She felt heat pump through her veins and she shut her eyes. It felt like she was starting to grow so hot she could even burn from the inside out. He kissed her deeply, hungrily, and continued to rub her. The pleasure became so intense she grabbed his hand and stopped the movement. It had become too much. She rested back against the door and panted, looking up at the ceiling hoping cool air would soon fill her lungs. She wished the cool night breeze could enter her body and help calm her.
“So you don’t want more now?”
“I don’t know,” she told him breathily.
She wanted to experience and enjoy the immense pleasure he was giving her but did not know how to physically handle it. Not once had her Elder mentioned such a thing was possible. What was she supposed to do now? This was her own decision to make. Guinevere looked deep into his eyes and kissed him. She rubbed the hard bulge in his pants and he soon whispered gruffly, “I need to release.”
“Release,” Guinevere repeated, not sure what he meant.
Doran nodded and unbuttoned his pants. He took a few steps back and she saw him pull something very long and thick out of his pants. She knew it must have been the hard bulge she had just been rubbing. The sight of him rubbing the long shaft with the palm of his hand made the wetness at her center increase and her mouth salivate. He reached out and she took his hand, walking forward slowly without looking away from it.
“This,” he muttered against her lips.
He took her hand and had her wrap it around the shaft. It was hard and warm and she could feel the blood pulsing through it. She started to stroke up and down like she'd just seen him do and the groans from deep in his throat were louder and needier than before. She stroked a little faster, holding it tight and he grabbed her hair tightly.
“Yes,” he panted against her ear, “It feels so good.”
“What else,” she breathed, “What else can I do?”
“With my cock?”
“Cock,” she breathed out, yet another word to commit to memory. She was holding his cock and it made him feel really good. She liked it. She liked it a lot. That was precisely why she wanted to know what else to do to pleasure him.
He ran his thumb over his lips and looked at her meaningfully. It took her a moment but then she realized he was telling her to press her lips to his cock the way they’d pressed their lips together. She got down on her knees in front of her and gasped; it looked even bigger now that it was staring her in the face. The moisture between her legs had started to stick on her thighs and the desire to have him touch her again grew stronger. Still, she wanted to remain focused on his cock. She kept repeating the word silently in her mind, almost as if in awe. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and moved forward, pressing her lips onto the tip. Doran shook and groaned again. She looked up at him and then something came over her– she opened her mouth and wrapped it around him. She moved her head forward, taking more of his length into her mouth.
“Oh fuck!” he choked out.
She pulled her head back and looked up at him, not knowing if what she had just done was good or bad. His eyes were closed and he opened them to look down at her. They were still dark and hungry like before. There was sweat on his forehead, making the front of his otherwise sleek hair become damp.
“That was good,” he reassured her, “So good.”
Guinevere smiled and nodded before opening her mouth and taking his cock inside it again. She moved her head forward and held it there. She was not sure how long he wanted it in her mouth and he soon picked up on that.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?”
Guinevere pulled back and looked up at him. She shook her head to indicate she had not and felt her cheeks burning as they blushed. He smiled and crouched down to be at the same level as her. He ran his thumb sweetly over her cheek and then cupped her face between his hands.
“You don’t have to do this. You should only do this if you really want to.”
Guinevere looked deep into his eyes and assured him, “I want to do this.”
“You’re sure?”
Guinevere nodded and reached down to wrap her hand around his cock. She wanted to show him how much she really wanted to keep this going. He kissed her and they tumbled back onto the floor, Guinevere on her back and Doran on top of her. She felt his cock poke against her center and she gasped. He quickly moved over and got on his back. Guinevere followed her instincts and sat up to move down and wrap her mouth around his cock again. This time, since he knew she was new at this, he wrapped a chunk of her hair around his hand and guided her. He moved her head up and down his shaft, sometimes slow and other times fast. Sometimes he moved her head further down until she felt the tip of his cock poking her throat.
“Can you- can- can you su-suck?”
It was hard for him to get words out between his heavy breathing and groaning but he managed. She started to suck on his cock as he moved her head up and down and then the sounds from deep in his throat grew louder. He started moving his hips up and down, moving his cock in and out of her mouth. He finally pulled her head back so that his entire cock slid out and she looked at him.
"I'm about to finish," he said in a warning voice.
Guinevere had absolutely no idea what he was talking about but she could tell it meant for her to move away from his cock. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and started to stroke it vigorously. Guinevere pushed his hand away and replaced it with her
s. They looked into each other’s eyes as she kept stroking, faster and faster. She held him tightly and moved her hand up and down until he cried out and something warm and white shot out from the tip of his cock and spilled over her hand. She drew her hand away and looked at it, noting it felt sticky on her skin.
“Sorry,” he muttered, quickly wiping her hand with a handkerchief from his pocket.
She did not know why he was apologizing but she nodded anyway. Then she let out a little whimper and squeezed her legs together. The hot moisture between her legs had not subsided and neither had her desire to be touched again. Doran stood up and reached out for her hand to lead her to the bed. He guided her down on her back and climbed over her, kissing her at once. She felt his hand run up the inside of her thigh again and then rub over her center, which still covered. He moved his hand up to her lower abdomen and felt for the part of the cloth covering her where he could slip his hand under. When he did, he slowed the kiss down and he moved his hand down to her center. She felt the tips of his fingers graze over her slit and she knew they were now covered in the moisture she’d released.
He moved one of his fingers up and down her slit with more pressure and she moaned loudly. She shut her eyes and dug her nails into his skin. Another finger began to press down on another part of her, a very sensitive nub just at the top of her center. She moaned even louder, mouth hanging open, and body trembling. He pulled open her slit just a bit and rubbed a finger right past the opening. He continued to touch and press down on the nub as he did this and soon enough, yet another new feeling completely overtook her.
Guinevere felt like she was perhaps losing her mind. Her body tense up for a moment and then seized, a nearly intolerable pleasure manifesting at her center and then shooting out to every part of her body. She shook and shook, eyes rolling back in her head. She heard screaming and did not realize until her body stopped shaking that those screams had been coming from her mouth. Her chest heaved with her fast breaths. For a couple minutes, it felt like she would never breathe properly again. She shut her eyes, exhaustion taking over completely, and fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Eight
Guinevere woke up at early dawn and found Doran was nowhere in sight. The previous night was a blur when she first opened her eyes. But as memories started to return to her, she felt her heart begin to beat faster. It had been amazing and now she recalled falling asleep with Doran in bed with her. Why was he gone now? Was this normal behavior for humans? The two of them had shared a very intimate night but he still had chosen to leave.
She stood up and felt her dress a mess. She felt her skin was sticky as well so she undressed. She felt the need to clean herself and then realized she had no idea how humans washed. There were no lakes or rivers around to bathe in. She stepped out into the main room hoping there was something there she had somehow missed. There was a door on the other end of the room and she crossed over to open it. There she saw the thing humans called a toilet, which she had learned to use on her second day in town. Next to it was a big, white porcelain tub with something silver hanging over it on one end. She wondered what it was for. There was a knob at the center of the wall and she turned it. Water immediately poured out from the silver thing. She stepped in the tub and let the water wash over her thinking it was curious how humans chose to wash up.
After feeling sufficiently clean, she stepped out. She was midway through crossing the main room, completely nude and dripping wet, when there was a knock at the door. She froze, eyes wide with terror. Then it occurred to her it was probably Doran.
“Please wait!”
She ran to the bedroom and slammed the door shut. She opened the wardrobe and pulled out the first thing she found. She pulled it over her head and was about to open the front door of the cottage when she realized what she had put on. It was short and white, something she assumed a human woman might only wear at night in privacy. She could either keep Doran waiting even longer or just open the door. Parts of the previous night replayed in her mind and she pulled the door open. Doran opened his mouth to speak but instead he only gaped at her. His deep, brown eyes wandered over her body and she could see them sparkling. A subtle look of hunger like the one from the previous night shown in his eyes and she knew whatever she had thrown on was something he liked. Suddenly, Guinevere felt very shy and she ran to the bedroom. She slammed the door shut and sat on the bed, hand over her heaving chest.
She stared at the door for a minute and then another but Doran did not come in. He did not even knock. She decided it was time to get dressed because there was still a mission to be accomplished. Her Elder had been waiting long enough. She quickly pulled a dress out of the wardrobe, checking it only to make sure it was not another garment to be worn in private. It was not. She struggled less to put on the dress this time around. Coral colored with a tight bodice and full skirt, it was not as long as the one she'd previously worn. It ended just below the knee and thanks to her boots, none of her legs showed. She was glad the top covered her just as well and even had short poufy sleeves.
She stepped back into the main room, pointedly looking away from Doran. She could feel his eyes on her. She knew he was taking in her appearance and wondered if he found her pretty in the dress. She nervously tugged at the strings of the large bow on the front of the dress before finally turning to meet his gaze. He was smiling and it made her smile too.
“Ready to go?”
Guinevere nodded. She walked forward and out the front door. Her disappointment in the interaction lasted only a moment. Doran was quick to pull out the list and she was reminded of how much she still had left to do. Perhaps it had been naïve of her but Guinevere never thought it would take this much time or work to acquire everything Althaeda claimed she needed for the Elder’s treatment.
“Are we eating breakfast?”
“Yes,” Doran nodded, even though he took a turn in the opposite direction of where they usually went to eat. “I thought we could try someplace new today.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry, there is a lot of sausage there.”
Guinevere felt her cheeks burn but a sense of relief went through her nonetheless. She had tried many foods and a variety of meats but none were quite as delicious as sausage. There was just something amazing about it, so much so that she knew she would miss eating it once she returned to her life as a dragon. They walked a bit further out and by the time they arrived at a small shop with tables and a crowd of people, her stomach had growled on more than one occasion. The two of them sat outside and overlooked a large field of beautiful flowers, as a large plate of sausage was set in front of them. Guinevere stared at it and noticed there were different shapes and even slight variations in color.
“Dig in,” he said, just as a plate of eggs and potatoes was set down beside the sausage platter.
Each of them had a clean plate in front of them so they could help themselves to whatever portions they wished. Guinevere's plate, of course, was mostly sausage. She'd picked one of each shape and color and a few extra of the kind she was used to eating. By the end of the meal she had decided sausage in any shape and flavor was one of the best foods she had ever tasted either as human or dragon.
“We have a long couple of days ahead of us,” Doran commented as they set out to walk in the direction of the field. He nodded to a group of small houses in the distance and said, “That’s still part of our town but it is really on the outside. We don’t see those people much but we will need to pay a couple visits to get some of the stuff on this list.”
“Will it take more than just one day?” It was clear Guinevere was now in more of a rush than before.
“It might,” he told her. Then he turned to look at her and asked, “What is it you need all this for? What’s your deadline?”
“Dead-line?” Her heart sank upon hearing that first part of the word.
“Yeah, by when do you need everything?”
“I don’t know,” she answered truthfull
y, “As soon as possible.”
“Are you ever going to tell me what’s going on?”
Guinevere remained silent. She still refused to explain her situation because it was too much of a risk. Maybe she could skirt around the main details or lie but Guinevere did not want to think what might happen if Doran pieced things together. Despite all his help and the feelings that they clearly had for one another, as evidenced by the intimacy they had shared the previous night, she was too cautious to open up about her mission. They walked in silence until the first of the small buildings was within reach.
“Wait here,” he instructed.
Guinevere stood still and waited even though the way he spoke to her did not exactly sit well. It was not the first time he had taken the lead this way and made her feel like she had to follow orders. For a moment she wondered if he was getting too comfortable and carried away. In spite of herself, she snuck around the back of the building to where she could hear hushed voices. It was Doran speaking to a stout young man with a scruffy beard and a mop of brown hair on his head.
“You know you owe me, Gerald,” Doran told him sternly.
“I do, I know it, but darn it things aren’t that easy,” the man named Gerald said.
“And do you think it’s easy for me to keep your secret? Not at all. This is important and if you know what’s good for you…”
“All right. Okay. Let me see what I can do for ya.”
The stout young man stood up and walked into the building. Guinevere was confused. She had never heard Doran threaten anybody. She recalled what he'd told her about his reputation. He even admitted he sometimes took advantage of the way people saw him. Others did not find him as kind as she did. Then she thought about all the times he had left her out to wait as he worked on acquiring one or two things from the list. Was this the reason? Was he hiding his true self from her? Suddenly, a feeling of dismay spread through her. Now she thought there was a chance he was trying to manipulate her but for what reason, she did not know. Guinevere gulped. If only she kept her head on straight then she could continue to stay in his cottage, get his help to acquire the rest of the items, and then never see him again. It pained her to use him like this and to have her image of him shattered but there was only one thing she needed to focus on– her Elder's life.
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