Tears for Her Dragon

by Julia Milla

  Caitlin’s back bowed off the bed as she screamed his name. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right, as being loved by her dragon. On and on, Kyran thrust his tongue in and out, drinking of the juices that freely flowed from her. His fingers teased her clit while the tip of his tongue teased the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her channel, making Caitlin sure she would lose her mind.

  Higher and higher he pushed, demanding that she hold nothing back, forcing her to give him all that she was. Finally, when Caitlin thought she could take no more, her fists pulling at his long dark hair, her heels digging into his back, and her lips begging, “Please…please, please, please…Kyran…plleeaasseee…” her mate gave one final thrust with his tongue at the precise moment his thumb and forefinger closed firmly over her overly aroused clit.

  Caitlin screamed her orgasms to the heavens as they came one right after another, her sexy dragon wringing every last earth-shattering spasm from her with his tender licks and loving kisses on her heated flesh. Barely able to open her eyes, the banshee glanced down at her mate as he kissed the inside of each of her thighs, took her legs from his shoulders, and crawled up her body, placing love bites on her tender skin.

  Smiling the best she could and not wanting to be outdone, Caitlin waited until Kyran was lying next to her and had just reached for her before rolling to her knees. Looking deep into his eyes through their blessed connection, the banshee winked as she climbed atop her mate and straddled his thighs.

  “What the…”

  Placing her finger to his lips, she cooed, “Shhhh, my love, it is my turn to love you.”

  “But…”

  “But nothing,” was her only answer as she placed both her fists around his erection, running the pad of her thumb through the drop of moisture on the tip before beginning to stroke ever so slowly up and down.

  Kyran groaned low in his throat as his eyes rolled back in his head and he growled, “Aye, Caitlin, mo ghrá, Ah wull nae lest loong if ye keep that up.”

  “We’ll see about that.” She grinned before leaning forward and licking across the head of his throbbing cock.

  Kyran’s back bowed as he howled her name. Sitting up taller, Caitlin raised to her knees, positioned the head of his erection against her wet curls, and commanded, “Kyran, open your eyes.”

  Just as she was ensnared by the love she saw in the depth of his mesmerizing grey eyes, Caitlin slid her mate’s cock into her wanting body, stopping only when he was fully seated inside. Sighing at the bliss of the moment as feelings of utter completion that can only come from being the other half of your soul swamped the banshee, Caitlin slowly began to rise up, rolling her hips at the top and then sliding back down until their hips once again touched.

  Creating her own erotic dance of love and commitment, Caitlin’s heart soared as Kyran met her stroke for stroke. His hands tightened on her waist as faster and faster she rode her dragon, their impending climax rolling over them, sweeping them toward that irrevocable moment where everything is perfect and their love shines the brightest.

  Leaning the tiniest bit forward as Kyran raised his hips, Caitlin squealed, “Oh my goddess, yes!”

  The change in position was exactly what she needed for now, upon every downward thrust, the head of Kyran’s cock teased the bundle of nerves that made her crazy and his hips bumped her excited clit. Closer and closer to orgasm they raced, pushing each other, needing each other, loving each other as only true mates can.

  From one heartbeat to the next, the couple was screaming their release to the Heavens like a prayer of thanks for their perfect mate. On and on their orgasm continued, until Caitlin collapsed against Kyran, who was breathless and laying back upon the pillows.

  Slowly, their breathing returned to normal. Caitlin moved just enough that Kyran slid from her body before trying to climb off his chest. Her dragon’s arms closed around her and she felt as well as heard his low rumble of, “Ye’ll nae be gooing anywhere, Mrs. O’Connor. Not now…not ever.”

  Snuggling back to his chest, content to stay forever, Caitlin did have to ask, “But what about the wee beastie, as you call it, and your kin? Don’t we need to be heading back to the lair soon to help with the hunt?”

  “It’ll keep, mo chroí, it’ll keep. Right noow, Ah’m happy juist bein' alive 'n' bein' wi' ye.”

  “Well said, Mr. O’Connor, well said,” she purred, laughing at Duke’s answering bark. “I have my guys. The rest will sort itself out.”

  Epilogue

  “One day I’m gonna figure out why the heck we chose to live in the Godforsaken Arctic Circle.”

  “And when you do, let me know, because I’m still trying to figure it out almost a century later.”

  Elsa laughed out loud at her sister, Mona’s, reply. Not because it was especially funny, but because it was the sad truth. Generation after generation of their kind had happily lived in one of the coldest places on earth. Mona, being the oldest, was just about to celebrate her hundredth birthday of freezing temperatures and dark days. It had originally happened out of necessity, to save their population from their dark cousins, the gnomes. Later, as the enemies against those considered special grew in numbers, the Elves simply stayed in the frozen land where few others dared to tread.

  Although they only got three months, if they were lucky, of sunshine and one of those months, usually July, where the temperatures actually rose above freezing, it wasn’t so bad. It was, after all, all that Elsa had ever known and most days, she was okay with that. But the older she got, the more she wanted to experience something different, something new...something not frozen.

  “Hey, stop your day dreaming,” Mona teased. “If we don’t get this tree home before dinner, Mom is gonna blow a gasket.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s a shame we didn’t have a brother to help do all the hard labor.”

  “A brother? Now I know you have frostbite of the brain,” Mona laughed.

  “Pfft,” Elsa groaned, stomping over an oddly shaped snow drift just to waste a few more minutes before heading home. It wasn’t that she wasn’t excited for the holidays. It was just that it always seemed like Christmas when you lived in the frozen north. There was nothing really special about it except for the presents and the food, and even that had grown tiresome.

  Standing at the apex, she looked across the mountains to the frozen waters of the Arctic Ocean. Due to the time of year, it was basically dark all the time, but since it was still before four in the afternoon, Elsa could see a colony of penguins splashing into the icy water as they slid down the drifts and farther out, a herd of walruses diving for fish to feed their young, who were happily floating on a huge chunk of ice.

  She had to admit, compared to all the pictures she’d ever seen in books and on the internet, that her home was the most beautiful place in the world. But the one thing that stopped it from being perfect was the lack of anyone or anything not Elven. Kicking the ice that had formed under the newest layer of snow, Elsa’s toe hit a large, sharp metal corner of something that not only ripped the toe of her boot, but made her foot hurt so bad she was hopping around and howling like a loon.

  “What happened?” Mona yelled, racing toward her.

  Plopping down on the snow bank, Elsa shook her head and cried, “I think I broke my toe.”

  Kneeling beside her, Mona looked at Elsa’s boot, pushed her finger through the rip, and sighed. “Only you. What the hell did you kick?”

  “How should I know? I was just looking at the penguins and walruses and…”

  “And goofing around because you don’t want to go home,” Mona harrumphed, slapping the top of Elsa’s boot before adding, “I’ll get the duct tape out of my pack. That’ll get you home without frostbite.”

  Feeling like an idiot with her butt beginning to freeze through her snowsuit, Elsa saw a glitter come from where she’d kicked and true to form, her curiosity got the best of her. Digging through the snow and ice with her gloved hands, the elf felt a surge of unfamiliar mag
ic dance along her arms and hang in the air around her. Not sure what to make of it and unsure of its origin, she continued to dig, ignoring the feelings of dread that grew within her with every swipe of her hand.

  “What are you doing now?” Mona’s bellowed retort took Elsa by such surprise that she slid down the snow drift, uncovering the top and part of the side of a huge silver box covered with magical runes, the likes of which she’d never before seen.

  Unable to answer her sister’s question because of her excitement, Elsa jumped back to her knees and swatted at the snow, eager to uncover the rest of the box and see what was inside. It wasn’t long before Mona joined in and within just a few minutes, they’d completely unearthed what looked like a seven-foot-long sterling silver coffin with a lock the size of Elsa’s head holding it shut.

  Looking at her sister then back at the coffin then back at her sister, Elsa opened her mouth to speak just as Mona whispered, “Do you feel that? Something isn’t right. The magic coming off it feels wrong…dark…scary.”

  Nodding her head, Elsa replied, “Yeah, but underneath it all, I feel something good, almost pure, trying to battle his way out.”

  “His?” Mona asked, grabbing Elsa’s arm to keep her from moving any closer to the box.

  “Huh?”

  “You said ‘trying to battle his way out’. How do you know it’s a him?” Mona was no longer whispering and her tone said she was just about to play the big sister card and order Elsa to come home with her. So, the little elf did the only thing she could think of to finish what she’d started. Jerking her arm from her sister’s grasp, she pulled off her gloves, rubbed her hands together, and called on the High Magic she’d inherited from her mother.

  Warm, green light burst from her hands as she recited the words, “Mother Earth to whom we owe all things, lend me your power that I may open what is locked and save the being who is suffering,” over and over until her Elven Light literally hummed with power. Leaning forward, she touched her hands to the box and added, “Pour your power into this metal. Free who has been imprisoned.”

  Shades of blue, red, and brown mixed with the green, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that flowed from all around Elsa into the lock. Smoke rose from the tarnished metal. It popped and cracked. The mystic runes began to slither across the silver, hissing and sizzling before blinking out of sight.

  Mona screamed. “Stop it, Elsa. Stop it, now! You’re going to get hurt!” But the elf would not be moved. She was determined to open the box and save whoever she felt struggling to survive just under the lid.

  Pushing more and more of her magic into the padlock until her arms ached and her throat was raw from reciting the spell so many times, Elsa was just about to give up when the box began to shake. The top, bottom, and sides bowed out and back in like the metal itself was taking large, heaving breaths. Then the one remaining rune, the biggest of all, rose from its place in the center of the lid to Elsa’s eye level and spun around in circles before exploding in a shower of soot and ash.

  Elsa’s Elven Light blinked out as the box gave its final shudder and the lock fell to pieces at her knees. A split second later, the lid flew open with a loud boom. Taking a deep breath, the elf leaned over the high sides of the coffin and gasped. Jumping to her feet, she took three quick steps back and yelled, “Oh my Goddess! There’s a man in that box!”

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  “General?”

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  Covering himself with one hand while cautiously making his way towards what appeared to be his long-dead General, the archer snatched the tunic, pulled it over his head and took two quick steps backward. Watching Romanus, he asked, “I was not dreaming? You are not a mirage?”

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