by Willa Okati
Gina inhaled sharply as she felt the hard swelling beneath. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
Randall moved in a little tighter. “What would ‘Mary’ have done?” he teased.
“Screamed and ran.”
Randall came closer. “What would Gina do?”
“Sit here and wonder what’s going to happen.”
He leaned in nearer still. “And Georgina? What about her?”
“She’s going to tear your clothes off and have you right here.” She felt strong; anything was possible, whatever she wanted. Slipping her hands under the shoulder bands of Randall’s black tank, she gave them a hard jerk and heard them rip as the cloth parted.
Randall looked startled, then delighted. “Georgina doesn’t play around.”
“You bet your ass she doesn’t.” She felt reckless, like a biker about to slip her legs around a thousand-pound Harley and feel it roar to life. She shoved Randall’s ruined shirt down out of the way and attacked his chest. From one tough pectoral to another, she showered him with hard kisses, leaving small bruises in their wake. When she reached a nipple, she twisted it hard between her fingers, bit, and then sucked.
“Oh, God!” Randall arched under her touch. “You do that again and I won’t be able to keep my balance.”
“Who says I want you balanced?” Gina gave Randall a shove, not too hard, pushing him over onto his back.
He laughed shortly as he settled onto the floor, then opened his arms wide. “Go to it, warrior woman.”
Gina wasted no time. She knew what she wanted. His nipples were great playtoys, but her goal was further south -- Randall’s tempting, hard erection pressing up against the fastening of his jeans. Didn’t matter that she’d had a good look within the last forty-eight hours. Gina wanted to see again. Fondle. Taste.
“Easy, easy,” Randall soothed as she eagerly pulled on his button fly. “One at a time. God, at least it’s not a zipper.”
“No waiting.”
“Not if you don’t want to.”
Gina didn’t. Like herself and Dakarai, Randall had had to do without underwear after the first few rounds of sex. As soon as the buttons were undone, his cock sprang clear of the jeans and out on display for her.
She ran her tongue around her lips, getting them good and moist. Memories of doing this when they were younger crowded thick and heavy in her mind.
“Get ready.” Gina wiggled down between his knees and bent her head, a curtain of hair fanning out across Randall’s stomach. He’d always gotten turned on by not being able to see, to only feel what she did.
“Do it,” Randall said, hoarse. “Gina.”
She was too hungry for him to wait any longer. Grasping the base of Randall’s steely erection in one hand, she took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked roughly. When he gasped, she took a light nip and then soothed the sting with her tongue. Her tongue swirled down as she drew more of his dick into her mouth. Never still, she teased him with fingers and lips and tongue until she tasted the first salty drops of pre-come.
Randall swore and rose up halfway, pushing at Gina’s shoulders. “Stop.”
Gina looked up through the tangle of her hair. “You weren’t enjoying it?”
“Whoo. Too much.” He managed to grin. “You almost pushed me over the edge.”
Gina gave another teasing lick. “Not such a bad way to go,” she said, wicked.
“Nope. But a quick suck isn’t what I wanted, not after all this time.” Randall wriggled until Gina sat up, sweeping stray locks out of her face. “You’ve seen what I’ve got. Now it’s your turn. Take off your jeans. Let me look at your pussy.” He ripped away the remains of his shirt.
She shivered deliciously at the crude turn of phrase, and her body rushed to obey. Scrambling to her feet, Gina made quick work of her zipper and scooted the denim down her legs. She kicked it aside and stood above Randall, cupping her labia. Damp for him, her curls gleaming with juice. She saw him notice, his nostrils widening as he breathed in her scent and his tongue flickered out as if he wanted a taste.
“Do you want to lick me?” Gina offered herself to him. “Use your own tongue on me? Turnabout is fair play.”
“Oh, no.” Randall’s grin stretched broadly. “I’m dying to get inside you. Ride me, Gina.”
She hummed with pleasure. Oh, God, yes, this she could definitely do. Her body remembered how, sinking down with a knee on either side of Randall’s hips. She poised the entrance to her pussy above his cock, teasing him with the wet, warm drops beading on her edges.
Randall groaned. He curled his hands into fists. “Now,” he ordered.
Gina felt the power soar through her as she lowered herself onto his cock. The penetration felt different from their new angle. Deeper. She clenched her internal muscles around his organ to make him writhe.
Then, flying high on the waves of energy spilling from their joining, Gina rode him. She slid up and down, her pussy’s juices lubricating Randall’s cock until he glistened. The feel of his cock inside her, so hard and so thick, stole her breath and left her panting. Randall thrust in time with Gina’s movements, matching her stroke for stroke.
Unbelievable...
“Good,” Gina managed to say as she bore down. “Good?”
“God, yes,” Randall groaned.
“Yes,” Gina hissed, picking up the pace. It was a wild ride that had her soaring, even as his hips cradled her on each downstroke.
More, more, more. She needed more.
“Randall,” she gasped. “Move.”
Her breasts bounced beneath her red crop top, swollen and aching for attention. Randall was right there for her, though. He reached up and seized them in one of those hands that knew her so well. His other set of fingers went to her pussy as it moved on his shaft. After teasing at her labia for far too long and yet not long enough, sending tingles through her, he slipped one finger inside and circled her clitoris.
“Yes?” he asked, rubbing the button with quick flicks. “Yes?”
Gina tossed her head, hair cascading down her back. She covered both of Randall’s hands with her own, the one on her breasts and the one on her pussy, and rode him like a woman possessed. He thrust and bucked beneath her. Sweat began to roll and spray as they thrashed, getting in Gina’s eyes, but she didn’t care.
“Oh, fuck.” Randall’s hand tightened on Gina’s breast. “Gonna. Can’t wait.”
“Don’t,” she said, reckless. “Touch me again. We’ll do it together.”
Randall’s eyes rolled back into his head. Somehow, though, he managed to take Gina’s clit and give it a rough jerk, the shaft of pleasure/pain rocketing through her stomach. She howled as her internal muscles bore down crushingly hard around Randall’s cock, and she was propelled from one orgasm to the next as his hot seed splashed inside her, coating her channel.
Gina gasped for air, still clutching Randall’s hands. Her body trembled with aftershocks. “Ohhh,” she managed. “Randall.”
“Gina.” His fingers flexed weakly under hers. “Come here.”
Gina slipped off Randall’s cock and draped her body over his chest, their faces at just the right level for kissing. She wanted to taste him again and dragged him into a long embrace, tickling the roof of his mouth with her tongue while he thrust between her lips in a mimicry of the fuck they’d just had.
“Beautiful,” a voice said, startling Gina. “And beneficial. The past is truly put to rest now.”
Randall turned his head. “Dak,” he said, stretching. “How long were you watching?”
“From up there, I saw and sensed all you did. I haven’t been on the ground for long.” Dakarai traced his hand along the edge of Gina’s shoulder blade. “This was healing. Both of you needed it.”
“We’re not pushing you anywhere, but you’re not worried about being third man out?” Gina asked. Once again, she needed to know the answer.
Dakarai radiated peace. “Not at all. Whether we come together as two
or three, it builds the ties between us. And the magic.” He reached up as if gathering a handful of pixie dust, and gazed at the nothingness between his fingers. “It’s like salt in the Dead Sea. So thick. I can scoop it up and tame it to my will.” His eyes began to glitter. “This is what we needed. This is the true force to fight the dragon with. To conquer him at our whim.”
There was a pause. Gina shifted uneasily. “You shouldn’t have said that.”
“You really shouldn’t,” Randall agreed, raising himself.
“Damnation!” Dakarai began to sketch sigils in the air--
Too late. Gina felt a vast sucking on her back, as if she were being drawn through a straw, and was overtaken by the black. Traveling, she now knew, through the reality veil into the dragon’s shadow land.
But as she went, she heard the dragon snarl: This is not the true force, mage. You are mistaken. Again.
Gina tensed in the freefall.
Well... shit.
Chapter Thirteen
Oh, no. No way was she going to land on her ass this time.
Gina wasn’t sure which way was up and which was down in the void through which the dragon called her, but she could still feel her body, and that was good enough. Tucking her arms around her legs, she coiled into a tight ball and tensed her muscles. Waiting.
This time, when the hands began to brush at her, they flinched away. Some grazed her skin, jerked back, then fluttered their fingers over her again in -- what? Fear? Approval? Respect?
Gina could only hope.
She rolled her eyes in the pitch blackness of the void. Honestly, the dragon needed to learn a new trick or two. This inky nothing had been a mind fuck the first few times around, but now Gina knew that game, it wouldn’t hurt her, and even if something in the void tried to harm her, she had Dakarai and Randall figuratively at her back. Their power was joined, braided in an unbreakable chain.
“Come on!” Gina gave a wild shake of her head, feeling hair lash her cheeks as she tumbled past the last of the hands. “Show yourself already!”
The darkness jerked to an abrupt stop, as if someone had freeze-framed a DVD. Gina found herself hovering in midair above the rough-hewn stones of the dragon’s lair, not floating, just frozen.
“So eager to play,” the familiar voice scoffed. “What do you intend to do, little warrior, if I keep you there at my leisure until I stroll over and slide a sword into your stomach? If I watched while you twisted on the blade? Drank your blood as it poured down my mouth?”
Even though she was pointed headfirst at the ground, Gina found her mental and physical balance and held on tight. “So what’s stopping you? Do you want to play, or do you just not have the balls?”
The dragon huffed, a hot sulfuric blast of air, and let Gina fall. She and her men hadn’t practiced this, but her reawakened strength and agility knew how to handle the drop. She tucked and rolled, doing a flip in midair, and landed squarely on her feet. The impact ricocheted up her spine, but she stood firm and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Look at you,” she brazened. “Dressed up in your old man Jones outfit again. What’s the matter, couldn’t keep the old Godzilla action going?”
The dragon, back in his man-shaped form and solidly planted on his throne, coiled both fists on the arms and hissed at her again, forked tongue oscillating like a pinwheel. The sight made Gina laugh, which seemed to further enrage him.
“You are so puffed full of foolish pride,” he spat. “If I were to prick you with one talon, you would deflate like one of your children’s idiotic balloons.”
“Nope.” Gina thumped a hand over her heart. “Maybe once upon a time, when it was all show, sure. But now, what you see is what you get.”
“We will soon discover the truth.”
“Damn right we will.” Gina faced off against him. “But what is with the human getup? Aside from some scales, those teeth, and a few wicked-looking nails, you could pass for any Joe walking down the street. Okay, a weird one, but still.” She adjusted her position. “Thought you hated humans. We stink, we’re weak, we’re pathetic.”
The dragon man snarled. “Push me no further.”
“Sorry, can’t stop now. I’m on a roll.” Gina leered at the dragon man, goading him with her words as if they were spear points. “See, my boys and I were talking earlier. Figured it took a lot of strength to maintain such a huge lizard body. You need one or two of those special blue pills to keep it up.”
“Blue pills?” The dragon frowned. “I need no medicaments.”
“Doubt it. My guess is you burned out a long time ago. All those fights.” She spun and delivered a sideways kick at a pile of dragon ashes. “Got to take it out of a guy. You don’t have enough fire anymore to get the job done. Why else would this place be so cold? Your juice is running low, dragon. You’re not all you could be.”
“Pfah! I am no mortal that I should fall prey to any weakness.” The dragon man spat, a steaming stream which was, no doubt, full of venom. “I am strong as ever I was.”
Gina snorted. “Right. Big talk, little action. You say I’m wrong? Prove it. Change into the beast and show me I’m wrong. Let’s see one more time just how rough and tough you are.”
Gina waited to see if her goading would be enough. If she could just piss him off good and hard, she’d get him off his guard...
No joy. The dragon man’s eyes narrowed but he kept a grip on his control -- mostly. He leaned forward on his throne, hissing, his scales flashing deeper and lighter blue. “Are you so eager for a fight, little mortal? Even knowing what I can do to you -- what I have done to you?”
“I know what you can try to do. And yep.” Gina felt a thrill and realized she was enjoying this. “Let’s get it on. I want this over and done with.”
“You stand there half-naked with no weapons and challenge me?” The dragon man gave a dry, crackling laugh. “Your confidence in your puny human ability amuses me.”
“I’m not just any human.” Gina’s muscles thrummed, ready for the jump into action. “I’m a George, the last of the line. I can bring you down.” On impulse, she stripped off her red crop top -- for once she’d been at least semi-clothed when passing through the veil -- and flung it to the ground. Being unencumbered by clothes made her feel like an Amazon queen, needing nothing but her own strength against the enemy.
Although a spear would have been really, really nice.
The dragon man scowled at her. “Your current audacity is not what I expected.”
“I’ve been hearing that a lot lately.” Gina thumped her hands together. “So, what were you hoping for? That everything I’ve gone through would leave me whimpering? I thought you wanted a worthy opponent.”
Maybe not this worthy, she chuckled to herself; she could feel the power humming in every muscle. If she was right and the dragon man didn’t have enough juice to change, she could bring him crashing down, weapons or no weapons.
“Cat got your tongue?” she goaded, urgent in her need to get the fight started despite her earlier arguments with Randall and Dak about rushing into things. “Huh? Or are you having second thoughts? Maybe you’re not sure you can beat me.”
Oh, those words hit home. The dragon man stood, flexing his muscles. They were big and strong, yeah, corded and tough, but Gina had Randall to compare him to. She wasn’t impressed at the result.
“This is the battle that will be recorded in history,” he hissed. “If you are ready to begin, then we begin.”
Gina grinned, knowing she looked savage. Like one of her ancestors, facing down the beast. On the field, in a lair -- didn’t matter. This was her heritage, and she could handle herself. She was sure of it. “Go.”
Then, for good measure, she added: “Hoppy-toad.”
The dragon man roared, infuriated by her insult, and launched himself off his throne. His powerful legs and something unique to his particular form propelled him further than Gina would have liked. He could have landed on top of her and smashed her sku
ll against the paving stones, but even with the extra boost he fell a little short.
Baring his teeth, fangs down and glinting in the eerie half-light of the vast area, the dragon man rattled at her. He sucked on his tongue and spewed more venom. Drops landed on Gina’s skin, sizzling where they made contact with her flesh.
Stung like hell, but she wouldn’t back down. Dakarai could fix her up after the battle.
“You call a little razzle-dazzle a threat?” Gina asked, shaking stray droplets off. “I outlived your bite. Come to think of it, I beat your lust flame and your fireballs. None of your anger even touched me. Now, is it just me, or are you losing your touch?”
The dragon man lashed out with his talons, scoring four deep gashes across Gina’s naked abdomen. If she hadn’t jumped back, he would have opened her up and guts would be spilling. But she had moved, some lightning-quick impulse, and he only got into her skin.
The pain didn’t weaken Gina. It made her angry. “Are you waiting to see if I scream and run away like a little girl? You’ll be holding your horses for a long time. I’m not the innocent Mary I turned myself into but a George woman. I think I told you once before about the kind of power women have.”
Blue lips curled back over the dragon man’s vicious teeth. He didn’t make a move, though.
“You’re afraid, aren’t you?” Gina guessed. “You think I can actually take you down.” She deliberately looked at the dragon man’s belly, where to her delight she saw a ragged-looking scar. “Got you pretty good with my spear, didn’t I?”
“A flesh wound.”
“Doubt it. I had that thing sunk deep in your underside.” Gina feinted to one side, then quick as a flash of light, she jabbed the dragon man in his fading injury. Ah! Her blood sang as the dragon man winced and stumbled back. Point to me. “From weak to weaker.”
“I will not lie down and die for you,” the dragon man warned, even though his hand went protectively toward his abdomen. “Neither will I provide you with any more weapons. What do you have that makes you think you have a prayer of winning this fight, once it is begun in earnest?”