by Marie Daye
“Beloved, I want you to do something.” Eskil said.
She tilted her head to the side, silently questioning him.
“Touch me.” He said gently. “Touch me however you want, wherever you want. I want you to be in control.”
Her eyes widened and her cheeks turned red, “I, I am not sure I can.” She said embarrassed.
“I won't touch you, I won’t do anything unless you tell me to do it. You will have control over everything.”
He knew it would be difficult for her, difficult to take initiative and make the first move. However, this was the only thing that made sense to him. Libelle had her control taken away from her when Gaalin forced her to endure something, something that no one should ever have to experience. He could give her control here and now, and perhaps she would begin to feel more than fear.
She bit her lip, her palms resting on his abdomen. “I don't know what to do.” She whispered.
He smiled, “Whatever you’d like. If you want to do something, do it. If you want me to do something, tell me.”
She looked like she was near tears, “I want you to,” She paused. “-kiss me.”
His smile widened, sitting up and tenderly kissing lips. “What next?”
Libelle pointed to her cheek, glancing away while he kissed her cheek. She tend pointed to her chest, over her heart. Another warm and gentle kiss. Her hands shook as she pointed to her abdomen, and each place she pointed, he kissed. She still straddled his waist, and when her trembling hands pointed to between her legs he snickered.
He slid himself downward, his eyes remaining locked with hers until he was positioned between her legs. His hot breath teasing her inner thigh. “What would you like me to do?”
“Touch me.” She whispered.
“Just touch you? With what?” He asked, challenging her to find her words and speak up for herself. To express he wants and needs.
Libelle stuttered, “Yo- your tongue.”
Despite the urge to have her fast, he forced himself to slowly tease her. To build up her courage, her strength, her desire. His tongue flicked the already soaking tissue of her sex, sliding between her lips and sinfully torturing her entrance. She stifled a moan while biting her knuckle, her arms pinned against her chest. He twisted his tongue around her entrance before pushing inside her, relishing in the heat from her core. The sweet, berry-like taste of her that made him want more of her.
His fingers followed, rubbing his thumb over her clit gently at first; then harder and faster until he felt her constrict around his two fingers that were slowly moving in and out of her. She groaned, leaning forward and resting on her palms. Eskil knew she was already getting close, her breathing had quickened and she wasn't holding back her moans.
Eskil moved his fingers against the sensitive part of her core, feeling the intensifying ache of her sex inside of himself. Her clit had hardened into a tight nub, and the feeling of his calloused finger rubbing her there made the pressure within her core increase.
She struggled to find her words, gasping with each one. “Eskil, st- stop!”
Instantly he did, and he heard her groan. The sound was not one of pleasure, but rather disappointment. He chuckled, and she shook her head.
“Never mind, don’t stop.”
Eskil plunged his fingers inside her, twisting them back and forth, moving them in and out of her until he brought her back to the brink of climax. His tongue teased the sensitive nub and pinched it between his teeth, sucking on her clit and easing the stinging sensation away. She hissed, her head arching back when her fingers twisted into his hair. Her sex spasmed around his fingers, and the taste of her sweet juices hit Eskil’s tongue. He moaned, his fingers slowing while he kissed her inner thigh.
He gently called out her name and she looked at him with a dazed expression, “What do you want next?”
She curled her finger to him, signaling him closer; he slid himself back up and positioned his waist beneath hers. Her plump lips found his, her tongue slipping into his mouth while her hands locked with his. Images of her riding him flashed through his mind, and he smiled wickedly.
“If that’s what you want to do Libelle, by all means.”
She snickered, it’s still strange to not have private thoughts anymore.
“I have to disagree, because I can see exactly what it is you want to do to me.” He released her hand and rubbed her lower lip to her cheek, “Libelle, beloved. You can always do whatever you want to me.”
She bit her lip with another dark blush on her cheeks, looking down between them at his pulsating member that rested between her legs. She rubbed her wet sex along the length of his hard and thick shaft, enjoying the growl that erupted from Eskil’s mouth and repeating the motion again for good measure. She lifted her hips, resting on her knees so Eskil could reach between them. His large hand wrapped around his long cock, positioning the head of his member at her entrance.
She moaned when the head of his cock slid inside her, stretching her tight sex further as she lowered herself down onto him. The moment his large member filled her, she was incredibly satisfied. Having Eskil with her, inside her, she felt peace. Her lifemate made her feel so safe, and the connection they had made her feel so strong.
Her servant and friend had hurt her, however he never would be able to touch her, not again. Her lifemate, her partner, the love of her life was easing away her pain. Her eyes fluttered and she rocked her hips against Eskil’s, clumsily moving against him and thoroughly enjoying his throbbing member inside her tight sex.
He groaned, his hands on her thighs while his eyes clenched shut. “Beloved…” He whispered.
She felt the increasing tension within her core once again, she was satisfied by having Eskil with her. Yet the urgency within her told her she hadn't had enough of him yet. Her movements quickened, sliding back and forth against him while moving her hips up and down; twisting and thrusting his cock inside her where his magnificent cock hit all of the right spots.
“Eskil,” She gasped. “I need you.”
“I know beloved, I’m here.” He growled.
She shook her head, her sex was spasming around him and she could hardly focus. It was becoming harder to move, the burning in her sex was overwhelming and she wanted to cum. Except, reaching her climax was proving difficult as the closer she got the more intimidating the feeling became.
“Eskil, please.” She whispered, her hooded eyes seductive and pleading. Take me. I need you to take me, hard and fast. Please.
In a second he flipped her over, pinning her beneath him and never leaving her tight sex. She gasped when he pushed himself deeper into her, burying himself to the hilt of his cock while he nipped her collar bone. He withdrew slowly, then slammed himself into her, exciting a high pitched moan from her.
If this is what she wanted, if this is what she needed: he would give it to her. His cock thrusted in and out of her harder, her nails digging into his biceps and her legs wrapping around his waist. She cried out, calling his name as she got closer and closer to climaxing.
He groaned when her sex constricted around his cock and she moaned in pleasure, her juices leaking from her core and moments later his seed mixing with it. Her blue eyes filled with satisfaction and exhaustion, her body reaching a point that she could only do one thing: sleep. Eskil kissed her forehead when her eyes closed, his lifemate drifting off in slumber once again. This time sated and bound to have pleasant dreams. His cock was still inside her, and he was thrilled by the sensation: he didn't want to separate himself from her.
The heavy bear skin that had been pushed to the side looked tempting, and slowly he reached for it: pulling it over their bodies to shelter them from the cool air within the room. He laid down onto his back, carefully maneuvering Libelle onto his chest and comfortably resting her head against his chest. Her soft breaths tickling his skin while his hands caressed her back.
“My beloved.” He whispered, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll love you alwa
ys and forever.”
In her sleep she mumbled back, “I love you too.”
He chuckled, gently smiling. “Goodnight.”
Theron and Vegeir pushed themselves up from the spots they had decided to sleep in, shaking the snow from their backs and stretching their wings. Theron chuckled as Libelle and Eskil stood beside the monastery doors speaking with Davyn, the pair dressed in heavy wool robes obviously provided by the priests. They spoke for several minutes, before they held each other's hands and walked towards the pair of dragons.
“Sleep well?” Theron asked, smirking at Eskil.
Eskil’s eyes flashed as he glared at his brother. “You’ll keep your snide remarks to yourself.”
Libelle blushed, stepping closer to Eskil who protectively wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He kissed the side of her head as they reached the center of the courtyard, standing between the two dragons who smiled at the two of them.
Eskil sighed, “I have something I need to announce.”
His brother, Vegeir tilted his head. “What is that?”
He looked down at Libelle with a grin, “The war between dragon and man will be over, I will not fight their kind anymore.”
Theron laughed, “Your mate already has you trained, heh.”
Libelle laughed as well, taking a step towards her red scaled friend. She placed her palm against his snout, “Theron, I need to thank you for all that you’ve done for me. You're a good friend.”
The red dragon snorted, looking away from her. “Your welcome.”
She looked at Vegeir, “Thank you too Vegeir. We never would have gotten to this point if I never met you.”
He nodded at her, “You're welcome Libelle. However, I must ask. What will you two do now?”
Eskil shrugged, “Find some place to live in peace.” He winked at Libelle who was walking back to her side. “Perhaps work on making a few hatchlings.”
Theron laughed again, “I don’t foresee that happening anytime soon. If and when it does, call for me. I’d quite enjoy seeing this fool trying to be a father.”
Eskil growled at Theron, then shook his head when his brethren bellowed out a farewell and took to the skies. Vegeir nodding at them again, expressing his relief to see Libelle was well before returning to the throat of the world.
Libelle looked at Eskil curiously, “What now?”
His grin turned wicked as he pulled her into his arm, playfully grinding his pelvis against hers and squeezing her buttocks. “What about starting on those hatchlings?” He asked nuzzling her cheek with his stubble covered face.
She chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “About that…”
Eskil stared at her puzzled, “About what? Hatchlings?”
She sheepishly grinned at him, “I believe we are already expecting one.”
Epilogue
Standing beside the shoreline of the gently flowing river, staring at the slow moving current while schools of fish swam upstream. It was midday, the sun was high in the clear sky with a warm breeze blowing through the tree line. The sound of twigs breaking beneath pairs of feet were the only thing that disrupted the silence in the woods.
“You sure like doing things the difficult way don’t you Loki?” Eskil chuckled.
The light brown haired god snickered. “It all worked out though in the long run though, didn’t it?”
Eskil scratched his head, giving Loki and his father Odin a sideways grin. “That it did. I don’t understand why you all had to have events occur in the order they did.”
Odin laughed, “Because it was my grandfather’s plan. Búri was quite interesting to listen to when he spoke of you Eskil. Your birth was a grand moment for him, and despite his desire for your kin and man to become allies… He knew war would occur at some point, it always does.”
Eskil stared at the ground while they walked. “It was preventable I hope you know.”
Loki snickered again, “I may have had some involvement in starting the war.”
The god king Odin glared at his son, “I thought I told you to not involve yourself in mortal affairs.”
Loki shrugged, “I couldn’t help myself. Besides, look at how it worked out. Eskil finally has his lifemate because of me interfering.”
His father sighed, “I suppose that’s true. Eskil you were always a pain in my side without her.”
Eskil laughed, stepping over a log. “I won’t apologize for that. However, I do owe you thanks Loki. Truly, if you hadn’t meddled in her journey I never would have ended up here.”
He smiled at Loki, accepting his hand and shook it. “You’re welcome Eskil. I’ll be sure to meddle some more if you appreciate it so much.”
Odin smacked the back of his head, “You will do no such thing!”
“Mother! Father!”
Eskil spun around at the shrill cry from his daughter, then spoke to the gods who were keeping him company. “I’m sorry, I have to-” They were already gone, their forms vanishing into air as they returned to Valhalla. He would speak with them on another day he thought.
“Father! Bjorn is being mean to me!” Cried Astrid who rushed from the tree line and ran into her father's arms. The young girl's brown hair waving in front of her sky blue eyes. “He keeps chasing me! He knows I can't fly as fast as him, and he keeps chasing me with a something rotten!”
Eskil chuckled, picking his youngest child up in his arms and kissing her forehead, wiping away her tears from her tan skin. He walked towards their large home, a manor constructed by the king of Edinburgh in an attempt to apologize for the actions of so many who went against his word.
Deep within the forests in the most southern part of the islands Eskil and Libelle lived peaceful and quiet lives; raising their two children, Bjorn their son who was thirteen and Astrid, who was soon to be celebrating her ninth birthday.
Many years had passed since the war between dragon and man had ended, the two coming to a peaceful resolve and truce between them. Dragons were once again gifted land for nesting, and man and their livestock were safe from their hunger. The gods were more involved with all their lives, and all had become much more relaxed in their new way of life.
“Astrid! Did you tell on me!?”
Bjorn hissed at his sister, his scaled dragon trembling with anger as he slammed his silver colored tail onto the ground. His form slowly changing back into a young boys with short black hair and deep navy eyes, a young boy who was snarling like a beast at his younger sister.
Astrid stuck her tongue out at him, “You wouldn't stop, what else was I supposed to do?!”
He pulled her hair and she screamed, the sound piercing Eskil’s sensitive ears. Peaceful lives, yes. They lived peaceful lives. Perhaps if he kept repeating it, it would become truth.
“Bjorn, stop it.” Eskil said coolly. “What were you chasing her with anyways?”
His son shrugged, with each passing day his personality reminding Eskil of his own. “Just some dead thing I found rotting by the river.”
Both Eskil and Astrid scowled, “Ew.”
Bjorn glared at his sister, “She burnt my fort down! It was just revenge!”
“Because you tripped me!”
“Because you stole my eggs during breakfast!”
Eskil sighed, chuckling to himself as he picked up his son by his waist and carried his squabbling children to the open doorway of their home. He set them down in the entryway, Astrid suddenly gasping and running away into the kitchen.
He heard her scream, “Uncle Theron!”
Bjorn groaned, “Father, he’s here a lot now isn’t he?”
He patted his son’s shoulder with another sigh, “That he is.”
They walked into the kitchen and saw Theron sitting at their dining room table, the red scaled dragon reclining in the wooden chair in a pair of linen pants. His brother glared at him, the man's copper colored eyes narrowed beneath his long red hair. Theron’s mortal form was a gift from Libelle who had spent countless hour’s nose deep in books t
hat she had no business being in. Researching the curse she had placed on him in greater detail, and finding a way to grant a dragon the ability to take a mortals form. With the gods permission and their help, many dragons had accepted the once referred to ‘curse’ as a blessing.
“How many times have I told you to not teach her to call me that?” Theron asked.
Bjorn chuckled, “A lot. Like, over ten, no, over one hundred times.”
Eskil shrugged, then shaking his head as he realized where his son got his attitude. It most definitely was not from his mother.
“Well Uncle Theron, I guess it has to be one more.” He said.
Astrid squealed as Theron lifted her into his lap, pecking her forehead with a gentle kiss. “How is my little lifemate today?”
Eskil snarled, taking a step towards his brethren when a small hand grasped his. He turned around, and beside him stood Libelle with a warm smile. She was carrying a basket of damp clothes, ready to be hung on the line to dry. Eskil quickly took the basket from her and set it on the ground, his palm softly massaging her swollen belly.
“You shouldn’t be lifting heavy things beloved.” He said to her, kissing her curved lips and feeling his unborn baby kick at his hand.
She rubbed his jaw line, “You shouldn't be giving your brother such a hard time. You know he won't hurt her. He loves her dearly, just like you and I.”
He grumbled, “She is not even nine yet, far too young to have a lifemate.”
He knew he was right, however he also knew there was nothing he could do about it. Theron had met Astrid when she was just a babe, and instantly he felt his connection with her and knew she was his lifemate. Libelle had nearly beheaded him when he had almost refused to give Astrid back to her, his instinct to be close to his lifemate was almost nothing to her instinct to be a mother. Now their roles were reversed, Libelle had grown comfortable in sharing Astrid with her future mate while Eskil grew to detest it.