“No,” Lyra breathlessly assured him. Her hips on their own accord began to sway to the rhythm of his ministrations.
Without asking permission, he scooped her into her arms and carried her to shore. Lyra wrapped he arms around his neck and snuggled close to his chest. How could she now need what she had no idea she wanted?
He set her gently into the soft grass and looked at her with desire-filled eyes. “Lady Prince, I beg of you stop me now, for later…”
“There will be no need.” Lyra said, kissing him lightly on the lips.
A sound Lyra couldn’t categorize was wrenched from his throat. His body blanketed hers as once again he stole possession of her lips. Daene moved his legs so that one of his strong thighs parted hers. He lowered himself on top of her, careful to keep his full weight on his elbows. Lyra closed her eyes and allowed the Draegonii to have his hedonistic way with her.
Sharp teeth nibbled but didn’t draw blood. She heard the intake of breath of her own breathing. Immediately, he blew upon the skin he had nipped. The heat made her toes curl. She trembled at the erotic act. He slowly trailed down her body until he reached her core; there his warm breath caused the most sensation.
He blew directly onto her and then licked her folds with his hot wet tongue. Lyra squirmed grabbing his head, forcing his tongue deeper inside of her. Without preamble, she undulated her hips at the sensation, increasing her pleasure. The growl from her Fire Beast rose in a growing crescendo. It caused vibrations on her already hardened nub that made her eyes roll and her belly clenched.
“Come for me Lady Prince,” he urged her. “Come for your Draegonii mate!” The thrust of his tongue increased, as did the tempo of her hips. Lyra’s fingers dug and grasped his hair in passion forcing him closer and deeper into her saturated center. The orgasm seized her. She was robbed of all sound as she tried to scream in passion. Her grip tightened in his hair as she climaxed, her body jerking violently. Quickly, he crawled up the length of her body, using his own body weight to keep her anchored to the ground.
“So much passion,” he murmured in her ear, as the waves gradually eased. “And we’ve only just begun.” Lyra, finally granted the gift of sound, gasped at his words. She couldn’t possibly take more pleasure. His mouth descended on her hers, making her taste her own passionate juices. His kiss was deep and thorough, leaving Lyra’s head spinning.
He turned her over onto her belly, and Lyra rested her head onto her hands. “Just close your eyes, mate,” he whispered, and Lyra without hesitation closed her eyes. Starting at the base of her spine, he licked her to the base of her neck. Claws, scraped gently against her skin, and Lyra shivered, even arching her back at the feeling that was quickly followed by wet kisses. He retraced his steps, catapulting her into sweet agony. Then he turned the sensual assault into the other direction. By the time he reached the backs of her knees, Lyra was digging her fingers into the soft grass. She could feel him over her straddling her just under her hips. With sheathed claws, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up until her backside was nestling his cock.
Lyra pushed back, feeling his hardened male arousal against the seam of her bottom. She swiveled her hips in a circular motion and could hear Daene as he grunted in approval and pulled her flush to him. She could feel how slippery she was as Daene’s cock glided between her vaginal lips. The warm air around them began to swirl, and sweat began to dot their skin, causing smooth movements as if they were gliding against one another. Lyra rose on her knees and leaned against his slick chest. One of his hands stayed at her hip, the other cupped her breast and squeezed. Lyra sighed as he squeezed the small globe, then took two fingers and began to roll her nipple between them.
Lyra didn’t think her nipple could possibly get any harder, but after he licked his fingers and repeated the process, she pushed her breast into his hand, begging for more. Daene laughed softly against her neck as he reached around and grabbed the large mushroom head of his cock and held it in place between her moist nether lips. Dipping his thumb into her juices, he rubbed it against her clit, making it slippery.
Her head began to spin as he kept his arousal firmly in place as he slid back and forth against her slippery lips all the while flicking rhythmically at her swollen nub. Lyra’s hand dug into his thighs as a tremendous force began to build between her legs again and roiled in her belly. Her breathing came faster and shallow. She knew this place now, because of Daene. It was a place of intense pleasure, and she was riding the cusp of it for the second time this night. His movements became stronger as he put more pressure on the already deeply sensitive nub. For the second time, Lyra came. Only this time, her voice rang loud and clear as she screamed her pleasure into the darkened sky.
Embroiled in her orgasm, she was vaguely aware of Daene as he grasped the thick root of his cock and positioned it at her entrance. Firmly, he pushed her down until she rested on her elbows. Slowly, he swirled the large head around, bathing it in her natural cream. As the waves began to subside, Daene invaded her virgin core, causing pain and renewed pleasure at the same time. “Relax, Lyra.” His voice came ragged as he moved slowly in to her. “The pain will be fleeting, the pleasure between us will last a lifetime.
Pain? Oh yes, the pain was already forgotten as his cock sent her into another round of mind-numbing pleasure. He pushed himself gently inside of her inch by agonizing inch. Lyra dug her nails into the soft grass at the foreign but welcome invasion. He ran one claw lightly down her back, and she shivered at the sensation. When he pushed himself inside her to the hilt, Lyra lost all ability to breathe from the feel of it.
She felt boneless and on fire. With a solid grip on either side of her hips, Daene pushed into her. Lyra gasped. He drew his hips back, and Lyra thought he was going to pull completely out when he slammed into her again, seeming to go even deeper than the last time. Again and again, he pumped into her hot and thick. Lyra found her fingers digging into the grass even more as the invasion took over her body, making her want more and more of him. “You feel so good,” Daene moaned as he thrust into her.
He pulled out of her and quickly flipped her on her back. “I want to see you when you come for me again.” His voice was husky, and he spread her legs and moved between them. Lyra didn’t wait for his head to fully descend to kiss her. She reached up and pulled him down, plundering his mouth. He was tasty, and Lyra wanted to keep indulging in the heady concoction that was Daene. When the kiss ended, Daene raised his head slightly and looked down at her. He pursed his lips together, and Lyra’s eyes grew wide as a pure white flame began to stream from his lips. As it made contact with her skin, it caused hot and cold to rack her body. Her nipples hardened even more as the flame grazed but didn’t burn. “Oh, yes,” Lyra said, encouraging him.
He rose, sending the flames down her belly and paused at the junction of her thighs. “Yes, do it!” Lyra demanded, unsure if she could take any more pleasure without passing out. But she was willing to give it a try. Daene immediately granted her wish and as the pure, white flame tickled at her clit, Lyra shut her eyes as another orgasm raced through her. The flame stopped as her body bucked, and Daene entered her while she was still orgasming. “By the holiest fire, you are so beautiful!” he bellowed as he pistoned into her.
His large hands cupped her bottom, giving him more leverage as he pushed himself inside her. Lyra felt her walls contracting with every thrust. Suddenly, he couldn’t go fast enough, and she threw her hips at him in abandon. “You mustn’t,” he breathed heavily. “I haven’t the control…” His hands abandoned her bottom as he put them on either side of her to give him a deeper thrust.
Lyra was past all sensible thinking as she writhed underneath him, seeking that exquisite goal of wanting him to peak as well. Her mind and body told her to keep moving, to keep striving, and she heeded the unspoken advice. Daene grunted, and Lyra could hear the grass tearing as his claws dug into the earth. He was fighting for control, and she was fighting for him to lose it.
; A faint purple hue covered Daene’s skin as he pounded into her. His sounds of pleasure became more animalistic as he thrust his hips faster and faster. Lyra’s nails would have scored his back if it weren’t for the protective scales that were forming. She wrapped her legs around his narrow hips as pushed unmercifully into her. Her sheath sucked and pulled at him, surrounding him with incredible heat and tight, slick muscle.
Lyra screamed into the night as the sensual pleasure overloaded. Quickly, Daene’s rapturous release of hot seed followed. Their hearts beat rapidly as both strived to fill their lungs with air. Lyra’s legs lay limp. Daene grabbed her about the shoulders and rolled over so she lay on him while he struggled to regain control. He refused to give up purchase inside of her.
They listened to the night, neither one knowing what to say. Finally, Daene spoke. “Thank you,” he said quietly, giving her an impromptu hug.
“Thanks for what?” Lyra asked drawing circles on his fast cooling chest.
“Giving me what you have given no other man.” He grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips. “Draegonii may seduce virgins, but in the end, it is the virgin that have the upper hand.”
“How so?” Lyra whispered.
“Your innocence tempts us, your body enslaves us,” he answered truthfully.
Lyra stayed quiet, gathering her thoughts. “Are you saying you’re now enslaved by me?” Lyra asked hopefully.
Daene laughed lightly. “I believe I was enslaved by you the moment you faced me down.”
“So it is only my body that enslaves you?” Lyra asked with hesitation. Daene forced her to look into his eyes.
“I love you, Lyra. I don’t know how, why or when. I just do. Do you think one such as myself is not capable of such a thing?”
“I no longer think of you as a thief and a murderer,” Lyra admitted, her heart inflating at his words.
“Is that good or bad?”
“Good, I think.” Lyra laughed.
“Stay with me Lyra,” Daene blurted out.
Lyra straddled his hips and pushed herself up so that she looked down at him. “I am not one made to be a wife, Draegonii. I believe I love you as well, but I cannot take on subservient ways.” She looked down at him sadly. Daene burst into laughter. Outraged, Lyra hit him repeatedly in his thickly muscled chest. Daene put his hands out defensively.
“Hear me out,” he said between laughs. Lyra hit him once more before she crossed her arms in front of her chest in indignation. “You think I want you as a mate in the way of humans. I do not.”
Lyra frowned in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
“You are born, bred, and trained to be mate—nay wife—to a Draegonii. We like our women strong, independent, and brave. You are all of those things. While you were working so hard not to be a wife of a human, you succeeded in training to be a wife of a Draegonii.” Daene laughed. “You have to love the irony.”
“That is if I choose to be a mate,” Lyra reminded him slyly. Daene’s laughter immediately ceased.
“What are you saying, woman?” Daene changed positions, flipping Lyra on her back.
“I’m saying I have a choice. I am after all a Lady Prince, with all the rights of a man to choose my own destiny,” Lyra reminded him.
“So choose,” Daene ordered her arrogantly.
Lyra looked up at him squarely. “What of Seven? She is planning to stay with me. What future can we—”
“We will care for her until such time she deems she is ready to take on her challenge. Then she can freely study her craft. Stop stalling.”
“And your clan?”
“Will be renewed. I have the stone and I can return to what is left of my family with you by my side. I can assemble my people and lead them out of this black turn of fortune.”
“Your people?” Lyra sat up as much as she was able.
“I am a Draegonii Prince. Not a thief or murderer.”
“A prince?” Lyra smiled to herself. She would have never guessed. Then again, most people did not know she was a princess. “Fine, I will accompany you on one condition.”
Daene’s eyes grew red as passion began to flare in their depths. Before Lyra could utter another word, Daene was already moving inside of her, enjoying her tight deep depth. “Name your condition, woman.” He sounded strained. “We have other matters to attend.” He almost moaned at he pushed himself as deep as he could go inside of her warm, wet channel. His strong hands gripped her slim waist as he pumped his cock in and out of her. Lyra’s eyes lost focus, and for a second, she almost forgot her condition.
“You have to help me free the women who want to fight for their freedom.” She gasped as he went in particularly deep.
“You want to continue your role as a Wife Stealer?” he asked breathing heavily.
“Yes,” she replied with a sigh and threw her head back. Perhaps negotiating while making love wasn’t the smartest move, but…
He stroked in and out of her several times before he spoke again. “Then I believe the Lady Prince had just agreed to become my wife.” No other words were spoken that night.
THE LADY PRINCE
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Toni has been a resident of Michigan for the last fifteen years. Between her job as a personal trainer and writing, she loves to do theatre. Toni also serves on the board of the theatre group where she performs. Admittedly not the best singer, most of her roles are related to dancing.
Toni is very active in her community and often volunteers for city functions. In her spare time, she is an extremely amateur photographer and a clothes, shoes, and accessories addict.
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