by Aidy Award
They both gasped for air, panting hard. Jett sucked in a long deep breath working to get himself back under control.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
Oh shit. He definitely should not tell her about fucking around with any succubus. "You don't want to know."
She grinned at him and shrugged. "Okay."
Okay? Just like that? The absolute trust and faith she had in him felt almost as good as making love to her. He didn't understand how she could give him everything. He'd earned none of it, deserved even less. He was going to be a greedy fucking bastard and take everything she would allow for as long as she would.
Someday she'd figure out he wasn't one of the good guys and she'd leave him to save herself. Until then he'd do everything he could to make her as happy as she looked now.
Jett rolled off the bed and stood, shucking his jeans. The warm air from the fireplace felt damn good on his bare skin. He grabbed his cock in his fist and pumped it once, squeezing the head to help him maintain some control. If he wasn't careful he'd blow his load inside of her in only a couple of strokes. She deserved better than that. He wanted to give her his best.
"Do that again." Yvaine smiled drowsily and her words were like a purr.
"This?" He ran his hand up and down his shaft again, keeping his touch light. He didn't need anymore stimulation, but he'd do whatever she asked of him.
"Yes. That's really effing sexy."
"You're the one who is fucking sexy. I could come simply from staring at you. What do you want, love? What do you like?"
"Everything you've already done. What do you like?"
"I want to fuck you. I want your legs wrapped around my waist as I thrust into you. I want to feel your cunt tighten and squeeze my cock until neither of us know our names. Tell me you want that. Tell me you want me to fuck you, Yvaine."
She sat up and scooted down to the edge of the bed."I want that. Ooh, yes. Let's do all of that."
He stepped between her open legs and lifted her up, cupping her ass in his hands. He wanted to lay her out on the plush carpet in front of the fire place and take her there.
"Say it." He loved that she was up for everything he wanted to do to her. She wasn't shy or timid about sex and that was a major turn on.
"Duck me." Her forehead wrinkled and she slapped her hands over her mouth.
Jett laughed and nuzzled her ear. "Duck... you?"
She shook her head and slowly lowered the mask of her fingers. "I mean, funk me. Oh no. Don't do that. Fluck me. Ack."
One of her eyebrows went up and the other down at what was coming out of her mouth. Her hands flew back up to her mouth and she did that squeaking don't-let-it-out laugh.
Either he'd broken her brain with orgasms or... He backed her up against the nearest wall and held her in place with his body. He tugged her hands away from her mouth. Maybe she needed a little incentive. Jett scraped his teeth over the mark of his dragon across her neck and whispered into her ear in a dark and husky tone. "Yvaine. Say fuck."
"Flaaaark." She drew the word out on a long moan and its meaning was clear. Yet, still not quite what he wanted to hear.
"Try God damn it." He pressed his pelvis against hers and notched his cock right at the perfect spot to make her eyes roll back in her head.
"Dog gone it." She groaned each word and wrapped her hands around his neck.
One more try. He pumped against her, sliding the head of his cock across her clit.
Yvaine leaned into him, rocking her hips, giving as good as she got. She licked the shell of his ear and bit down on his earlobe that sent shockwaves straight to his dick.
"Shit." She felt so damn good.
"Schnozbottles," she replied, her voice as sexy as a siren.
What did that even mean? It was so ridiculous it almost wasn't funny. His interest in the subject was waning fast though. He didn't care if she couldn't say fuck as long as she did in fact, fuck him. He was too damn close to taking her here against the wall and he didn't want their first time to be him rutting like an animal. The fireplace and soft carpet were too far away so he turned and laid her back on the bed.
"You're too good for me, Yvaine."
She lifted each of those delectable thighs and rested them on his hips. "Show me how good you are."
Jett pushed a strand of hair out of her face and kissed her forehead, then her cheek, and then her mouth. He pushed his tongue between her lips and slid inside of her tight pussy. She was so wet that it was almost hard not to just thrust his way into her in one hard stroke. That wasn't how good he was. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter he pressed inside of her, savoring every movement, every flutter of her channel around him.
"Holy fuck, Yvaine. You feel so god-damned good." Another gentle thrust of his hips and he was fully seated inside of her. Her body fit perfectly to his.
"Jett." Her eyes were closed and his name was a whimper. She took in a shuddered breath and opened those gorgeous purple eyes, enchanting him with the lust sparkling in them. "More."
For a second he thought he was hurting her. Thank the shadows he wasn't. He withdrew just the tiniest bit and pushed back in, doing that over and over until she was moving her hips in rhythm with his. She was so beautiful, so perfect.
The glow of black light with red sparkles that used to come from her necklace emanated off her skin, lighting up the room. Whatever this particular part of her magic was, it made her even more beautiful to him. Jett lengthened the strokes he took in and out of her wanting so badly for this to be good for her. He almost didn't care if he ever came. He wanted to watch her face flush, her eyes to drift close, and her body to tense as she got closer to exploding again.
He had no words for what he was feeling. He wasn't sure he'd known joy before, but this, being here with Yvaine might be the definition of it. She grabbed his shoulders, panting hard, and dug her nails in. There was no way she could possibly hurt him, the tiny pinpricks that came with her desperation only pushed him higher, wanting more from her.
"Jett. More. Please. I need..." She bit her lip and whimpered.
He could feel her cunt tightening around him with each thrust, but it wasn't going to be enough to push her over the edge. He had to be better. "Don't worry, love. I'll give you everything."
Jett pulled out and in one quick move had her knees up over his shoulders. He drove into her hard, making sure his center beat against her clit.
She threw her head back and cried out. "Yes. Oh gobstoppers, right there. Like that. Don't stop. Holy, yes."
The glow of her magic went from a soft light to bursts, like fireworks into the air around them. "God, you're amazing, Yvaine. Tell me you're close. Let me see you come with my cock inside of you. Come just for me."
She held his face in his hands and stared so deep into his eyes he was sure he was lost deep in her soul. "Come. With. Me. I want to feel you. All of you."
His hips jerked of their own accord, losing his rhythm. Yvaine pulled her to him and kissed him, sucking his tongue into her mouth and groaning. Waves of pleasure hit him directly in the heart. It wasn't the same feeling as when she'd projected her orgasm onto him before. This came from inside of him.
"Jett, I can feel you. I mean, what you're feeling. It's like I'm inside of you. It's amazing."
In that moment, all the darkness inside of him disappeared. That place he kept hidden from the world so that no one could see how broken and worthless he was filled with her magic, her light, her beauty. He wanted nothing more but to be hers forever.
He couldn't say the words, didn't even know if there were any to tell her how he felt. He did his very best to show her with his body. He didn't understand how this magic worked but he projected every sensation, every emotion he had back to her.
Together, in a brilliant explosion of love, pleasure, and magic, their bodies came together, until the tension was too much and they came together. He poured himself into her and groaned out her name. She gripped his cock tight inside of her, holding his
body with hers, taking everything from him and giving him everything in return.
The room went dark. He'd certainly never blacked out from an orgasm before. He blinked trying to clear his vision, but there was nothing wrong with his eyes. Shadow swallowed the room and the only light was the soft glow from Yvaine's eyes. Jett let his wings unfurl and wrapped them around her protectively.
She curled into his body and sighed softly. "That was incredible. Is this the afterglow?"
Jett had no idea what this was, but he reached his senses out and found nothing that put them in any danger. He recognized shadow when he saw it, when he was in it. He'd travelled through shadow with the cursed.
He opened himself up to it and it ebbed and flowed. He commanded it to recede and it did. He invited it back and the room fell into a velvety midnight once again. This manifestation of the darkness had come... from him. It wasn't evil, it wasn't good. This shadow was natural, like wind, water, earth, and fire. Something inside that had been untapped until now. Yvaine and her magic had unleashed a whole new part of him.
Shadow was his element, his domain, the part of nature made especially for him and his dragon.
Hot pins and needles spread from the back of his neck down his arms and he held on tighter to Yvaine.
How had he not known before? It had to be Yvaine. He really needed to find out what kind of supernatural being lived inside of her soft luscious body. He snuggled her closer to him, cradling her with his arms and wings. "You're my afterglow, love."
Very slowly he let the shadows move back to the corners and dance around the firelight. His body and mind rested peacefully in her arms and fell into a blissful sleep. He never slept long and was surprised to see dusk had fallen when he awoke.
That wasn't what brought him out of his slumber. Someone's soft fingers skimmed over his cock, tickling the sensitive spot under his rim. He peeked one eye open to see her transfixed in the exploration of his body. Her touch was softer than feathers and it was driving all the blood from his head straight south.
She made the cutest little gasp when his dick jerked and hardened under her ministrations. Jett wrapped his hand around hers and tightened her grip. "Leaping lizards. I didn't know you were awake. You scared the bjeebers out of me."
He chuckled but it came out strangled because she followed his directions and stroked him in her fist. He licked his lips struggling not to pump his hips. "Christ, you're adorable. You really can't swear. Is this part of your curse?"
Her gaze was transfixed on his cock sliding through her hand. "I don't know. I never noticed before. We were allowed to even think the Lord's name in vain, much less say it growing up in the convent."
"But you know what they mean."
"I'm not dumb. I read. How did you think I knew how to sex it up with you? Romance novels, duh."
He was going to have to get himself some of these romance novels. "Hmm. What else did you learn from your books?"
She glanced up at him and the twinkle in her eyes made his heart skip a beat. "There is something I've never done, but would like to try."
"I'm game for pretty much anything you want to do to me, with me, near me." Please let it be something insanely kinky.
The very tip of her little pink tongue darted out between her lips and she lowered her head, kissing the head of his cock. Jett's jaw went completely slack and he coughed like he'd just choked on his own breath. He didn't dare move at all for fear of losing the warmth of her breath and the promise of her mouth on him.
She relentlessly took tiny tastes, licks and nibbles. There was only so much he could stand before he begged her to fuck him with her mouth. He slipped his fingers into her hair. "Yvaine. Put your mouth on me, take me in, and suck my cock. You're killing me with your teasing."
"I don't want to hurt you with my teeth."
Had she really never sucked a cock before? "I swear you will not. Aside from biting my dick off, you can do no wrong."
"Well, what if I--"
A knock sounded at the door and Yvaine jumped back startled. Jett growled. "Go the fuck away we're busy in here."
A female voice called back through the door. "The mistress asked me to bring you food and drinks."
"We're not hungry."
Yvaine pulled the blanket bunched at their feet off the bed in one giant tug and wrapped it around her self like a giant towel. She bounded toward the door. "I'm starving."
He had sworn to feed her more often. "Fine. Come in."
He didn't bother covering up his own nakedness. Hopefully it would make the person delivering the food go away all the sooner. Yvaine yanked the door open and a woman in a maid's uniform held a tray. But before she could bring it in, Ciara grabbed it up from her and sauntered into the room with it. "Holy First Dragon, Jettison I don't know your middle or last name. Put some ever loving clothes on. Jakob would pitch a hissy fit if he knew I saw you in all your naked glory."
Jett folded his arms across his chest. "It's not like you didn't know what we were doing in here."
Ciara rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him and crossed the room. She set the tray down on the coffee table near the fireplace. "So what if I did. I thought Yvaine might be hungry."
"I am. Thanks." She plopped down on the couch and grabbed a bunch of grapes and shoved a couple in her mouth. "Who knew nookie worked off so many calories."
Ciara's eyes went wide and she glanced over at Jett blinking. Her face contorted into some awfully weird looks. She was clearly trying to communicate something to him, but he had no idea what. She gave up and and sat down next to Yvaine. "Do you need anything else? A hot bath, some ibuprofen?"
"Nope. I'm good. More than. I'm pretty damn awesome." Yvaine grinned like a loon and Jett fell a little bit more in love with her.
Ciara giggled and curled her feet up under her on the love seat next to Yvaine like she was going to stay for some tea.
Not a chance. Jett was nowhere near done making love to his mate. Yeah. That's right. His mate. "Enough, Ciara. Thank you for the food and the room. Off you go."
With a snarl and a puff of smoke, Ciara scooted her butt back toward the door. "Okay, okay. I'm going."
"Oh, could I borrow some clothes for the morning. Mine are, well." Yvaine jerked her chin in the direction of the pile of scraps that used to be her clothes.
"Sure. No problem. I'm totally here for whatever you need. Girl talk later, you know, whatever."
Jett shut the door before Ciara was finished talking. The sooner he could get his mate fed and back to bed the better. There was so much more he wanted to do with her before morning. He went to the bed to grab a couple of pillows. Since they were already in front of the fire they might as well try his original in-front of the fire plan.
He grabbed one and saw a grey smudge on the sheets. He frowned and touched the spot. His fingers came away slightly damp and what he saw wasn't grey, but silver. He'd seen this before. The silvery slime dripping from Yvaine's chest. This was her blood.
"Jett come have a snack, you've got to be hungry too."
He didn't move. He could barely think. He simply stared at his fingers. "Yvaine?"
"What?" She munched on an apple slice.
"Are you a virgin?" It couldn't be. She was... he'd been so...
"Not anymore."
Stay Golden
Yvaine stretched under the covers and smiled with every part of her body. Then she snuggled up to Jett and drew long, lazy circles over his chest, up his bicep, along his shoulder and traced the scars there. Sometime in the night he'd wrapped them up in his wings again and she loved the seclusion it gave them.
For the first time in as long as she could remember, Yvaine felt like she was in charge of her life. She had a plan. Go to some place on the map she got from Mr. Bohacek called Holyrood in Scotland. Find the unicorn. Break the curse. Once she executed the plan, she'd know who and what she was. Perfect.
Bonus. Assuming it didn't cause too much pain and suffering to some poor unico
rn, plan part deux would be to go save Jett's brothers from hell. If the unicorn was going to die or something, they'd find another way. Her heart practically overflowed with hopeful optimism. She'd gone from zero to would be hero over night. Now if she could get Jett to quit being such a grump and give her some good morning lovin' all would be right with the world.
"Yvaine," he growled. He didn't open his eyes, but tightened his arms around her. "You need your rest."
"Pththth. You're being so sensitive about this. I'm fine. I don't need rest and recovery. I need your big weiner in my vajayjay." He'd refused to have sex with her again last night after their late night snack when he figured out she had been a virgin. It took quite a bit of naked teasing to even get him to kiss her. He wouldn't let her get anywhere near his penis. Not with her fingers, not with her hands, and definitely not with--"
"No. I can feel you plotting in that interestedly dirty mind of yours, and the answer is no."
"Why not? You don't have to even do anything. I've always wanted to try reverse cowgirl."
He made a strangled sound and then took a deep breath. "Because."
"That's not a reason. If you're worried about me being on top how about doggy-style."
"I took your innocence, god damn it."
"Oh poo. We did lots of other things together I've never done before, like fight demon batstriches, teleport, fly. It's not a big deal." The second she'd left the convent she'd wanted to do all the things she'd never been allowed to. She'd been too scared to do most of them on her own. Now she had a partner in crime. Sure, sure, losing her virginity was supposed to be some holier than though, life-changing, biblical event. It had been life changing, but not because she wasn't a virgin anymore.