Dragon Jade Chronicle: The Warlock And The Warrior

by Jamie MacFrey

  He groaned, his hand folding through Fione’s long hair, gripping the curve of her head. Fione moved in response, releasing his testicle to lick her way back up his cock, swirling the head with her tongue before plunging it into her mouth.

  Her lips closed, giving him an intense suction as she slipped his entire shaft into her mouth, starting slowly at first, probing how he felt in her mouth, before slipping her hands away from his cock to fondle his balls. Tau watched enthralled as she became less disciplined, her head bobbing along him to the accompaniment of wet gurgling and sucking.

  He couldn’t help himself as she sucked on him, the pressure of her mouth, her eager willingness to reward him, beginning to bear him over the edge far faster than he had anticipated.

  “Princess, I’m about to—” he began.

  In response, Fione plunged down his cock, moaning her desire, pressing her face deep into his crotch, her lips clamping to suck on him harder and her tongue roving along his shaft. Without thinking he grasped her head with both hands, his cock exploding inside her mouth, pouring his cum out into her throat.

  Fione didn’t struggle against his hold, instead relaxing and Tau moaned as he felt her swallow over and over in rhythm to his pulsing cock.

  “Oh fuck,” he said, his climax subsiding.

  Fione pushed back against his hands and he remembered himself, releasing her. She rose up, smiling at him. His semen clung to her mouth. She ran a finger across her bottom lip, examined it for a moment, then licked it clean.

  “You shouldn’t manhandle royalty like that, Sir Tau,” she told him.

  “My apologies, princess,” Tau said, but Fione only laughed at him. She fished Pol’s pants off her legs, then helped Tau out of his own clothes, running her hands over the muscles of his bare chest, pausing to feel his heartbeat, drumming hard behind the ribs.

  “Just teasing, Sir Knight,” she said. She stood up, stepping across his lap, and made to squat down, but Tau caught her around the waist, pulling her pussy to his lips, lapping at it, tasting how wet she already was. She rubbed her hands through Tau’s unkempt golden hair, guiding his mouth up to her swollen clit, letting him tease the nubbin for a moment, then pushing him away.

  “Time for that when we’re not in a forest,” she said, squatting.

  She reached between them, lifting Tau’s cock in her hand, stroking him hard and fast until he’d grown enough steel again for her liking, then guided the head of his cock to her pussy lips, teasing it into the folds. As she settled, her pussy, coaxed by the mixture of her juices and Tau’s spit, yielded to him with an abruptness that surprised them both, their pleasurable moans echoing each other as if from a single mind.

  Fione wrapped her legs around Tau’s waist, and he twisted his right arm around her back, resting it on her shoulder while his left arm grasped one of her substantial buttocks. She leaned forward and kissed him, her tongue slipping into his mouth. She rocked back and forth for a moment, groaning as he moved inside her body, before pulling Tau down on top of her.

  Tau bent his head, kissing her collarbone and licking up her neck to nibble on her ear. Fione wrapped her hand in his long hair, gasping at the feel of his warm mouth, of his week-old stubble stroking against her sensitive skin. She slipped the hand that had been holding onto his cock up her body to her clit, and Tau crushed her to him in his arms, so strong he held her perfectly in place, unable to move save for, quite luckily, the fingers on the hand between them.

  “Oh, fuck, yes!” Fione cried as Tau began to piston in and out of her. “Oh, harder, Sir Knight!”

  “As you wish,” Tau murmured at her. He braced himself on his knees, lifting her hips slightly with his arm. She groaned as his pace increased, his shoulders dipping into her as he fucked her. Her wordless joy escaped from her lips, her eyelids heavy as the pleasure built in her, and when she turned to look at Tau, he leaned forward and kissed her again.

  Tau marveled at her tongue in his mouth, at her soft lips pressed against his. She broke their kiss to moan at him, something about Vash and how she’d missed this, and Tau took the chance to removed the arm from under her shoulder, pawing at her left breast, squeezing it, pressing the nipple, hard beyond belief now, up and away, then catching it between his mouth, his back arching in a long curve as he continued fucking her.

  “Oh, yes, just like that, just like that,” came Fione’s soft murmurs as Tau sucked on her tit, probing and kneading the small pink pebble between his lips with the tip of his tongue. All too soon, though, it was over, and Fione gave a disappointed grunt, staring up at Tau as he reared back on his haunches, catching Fione around the thighs and peeling them off his waist. He ran a hand up her right leg, crossing it over his face so that it rested on his right shoulder, her torso twisting in response, her left knee touching the ground. Tau adjusted himself so that his right leg crossed over her left, their thighs pressed together tightly.

  He leaned forward, and Fione’s pussy flexing as her left leg stayed trapped under Tau’s body and her right leg followed along the movement of his shoulder, allowing Tau to push deeper inside of her. He kept leaning forward until his left hand touched the grass next to her bedroll just above her waist, until Fione’s legs were stretched far enough apart that it was just on the edge of comfort.

  Tau drove his cock into her with short, rapid strokes, the hand not supporting his own weight tucking her right thigh against his stomach, holding the leg straight. He turned his head and kissed the arch of her foot, his lips hugging the edge. His hips thudded into hers as he fucked her.

  “Shit, oh...fuck!” cried the princess. He was moving so hard and fast that she needed one hand to brace herself to keep from being pushed further and further off him with each stroke, though the hand he had on her leg helped a lot. She could barely stand it, her right hand flying over her clit. She’d not been lying that watching Tau—strong, tall, handsome—had made her far more aware of Olene’s deprivations than she had realized. She leaned forward a bit, sneaking a glance at where her groin met Tau’s to see the base of his cock glisten as he withdrew to ready for another stroke.

  “Oh, hells and dragon’s bells!” cried Princess Fione as her body burst with heat. She shuddered in small earthquakes around Tau’s cock, each unrelenting stroke prompting another to ripple across her body. She stroked her own tits, pulling insistently on the nipples as she rode her climax to its completion. When it was too much to continue, she braced her foot on the center of Tau’s chest, pushing herself off him. He groaned in frustration, forgetting himself again and grabbing at her ankle to keep her close, but she sat up and freed herself.

  “We’re not done, Sir Tau. Get the oil,” she told him. “And lay down.”

  Tau did as she instructed, handing her the bottle of oil. Fione unstopped it, then pressed her thumb over the lip so that she could drizzle some over Tau’s cock, using her free hand to stroke him until the entire length was coated in it. When she seemed satisfied with him, she rose to her knees and turned away from him, pouring a healthy portion of the bottle over the cheeks of her ass. She placed the bottle down, giving Tau a good view as she worked the oil into the skin of her posterior. She gave Tau a smoldering look of thanks when he leaned forward to cup her buttocks, separating them to help her.

  As prepared as she could manage, Fione straddled Tau’s stomach, reaching behind her to grab his cock and press into the crack of her ass.

  “Have you ever done this before?” she asked.

  “I have,” he said.

  “With a princess?”

  “No, your highness.”

  Fione smiled at him.

  “Well, then this is sort of a first time, so go slow at first,” she told him.

  “Yes, princess.”

  “Good,” Fione purred at him. She pressed the head of his cock against her asshole, the tip just entering. Her mouth turned into a circle as she began to slide back a little further, her eyes closing as the entire head of Tau’s cock slipped inside of her. She was braci
ng herself on his chest, her breasts squeezed between her arms, and Tau reached down, grabbing her thighs, holding her in place so he could push up a little into her, inch by inch until the cheeks of her ass were pressed against his crotch.

  “Oh, fuck,” said Fione. “Oh, fuck, I missed this.”

  Tau began to thrust, ever so slightly, ever so slowly, and her eyes opened. He grinned at her and she smiled back.

  “Do you like it, your highness?”

  “Yes, Sir Tau. Very much. Faster.”

  Tau grinned wider, his hips pushing back against her hard enough to force her forward a bit, so that when he settled them back down, most of his cock slid out of her. He pushed forward again, and Fione rewarded him with a moan.

  She leaned back a little ways, her hands shifting off his chest to his knees, her breasts flattening against her chest, or as much as they could, given their undeniable heft. Tau’s hands ran down her legs as her knees lifted off the ground, holding her in place by her ankles.

  Fione gasped as she began to bounce up and down on his cock, reveling in the thick length penetrating her ass.

  “Oh, fuck, talk to me,” she moaned.

  Tau grunted, barely able to concentrate on anything other than how tight her body was clenched around his cock. He shifted one of her legs across his body so that she was sitting crossways on him, bouncing up and down on the force of his thrusts alone.

  “Does my cock feel good inside you, princess?” he asked.

  “So good!” moaned Fione. Tau sat up, his legs out straight, his hands bracing himself behind his back, his hips pushing into the air, over and over, pushing his cock into her with each thrust.

  “You like this, princess? You like how hard I am?”

  “Oh, Vash’s song, yes. You’re so hard, Sir Tau.”

  “You’ve made me that way, your highness.”

  Princess Fione could only moan at him in response. Tau sat down, letting her ride him on her own power, his hands wrapping around her body, pulling her against his chest to kiss her, one hand mauling the soft flesh of her breast, tweaking the hard nipple at the end. He reached his other hand down between her legs, teasing around her clit before pressing his finger down her cunt, feeling the slickness from her arousal.

  “You’re soaked from this, aren’t you, princess?”

  “Yes,” Fione whimpered at him. His fingertips pushed in between the lips of her pussy.

  “You’re a little slut, aren’t you, your highness?”

  “Yes, oh, fuck, yes. I need it, Sir Tau,” she cried. His fingers disappeared inside her up to the second knuckle, sending jolts through her body as she continued to fuck his cock with her ass.

  Tau’s fingers probed into her, pulsing as he began to thrust as much as he could, the princess now sitting in his lap, her back pressed against his chest, his cock impaled in her ass. She lifted her arms over her head, gripping Tau’s hair and neck to brace herself as her back arched, pushing as much of her tit into Tau’s palm as she could manage.

  “Oh, shit! Don’t stop,” she cried, her body yielding completely to her pleasure as her second climax started to force its way through her body. Tau kept his hand at work between her legs, her thighs tightening around his fingers, squeezing them as her muscles seized up and she shuddered through her orgasm, her hands falling to her breasts, threading her fingers through Tau’s so she could caress herself the way she desired.

  “Oh, Vash’s song, that was good, Sir Tau,” she sighed as her pleasure began to subside, pulling Tau’s hand from her clenching pussy. “That was excel—oh!”

  Tau grabbed her around the waist, pulling her on top of him as he lay back down, then rolling her over so she was facedown on the bedroll. He ran his hands along her arms, stretching them out over her head, and Fione looked up at Tau, leaning over her.

  “I’m not done, your highness,” he told her, slipping back onto his knees over her. He used one hand to rearrange his cock, slipping the head back between her buttocks before returning his hand to her wrist.

  “Oh, fuck!” she cried as he began to thrust into her ass again, harder this time. He held her pinned against the ground, holding her steady as his pace quickened.

  Tau’s need had grown nearly unbearable, and he groaned as Fione began to push back against him, feeling her squeeze his cock with the muscles of her posterior. He gave it a hard slap, getting a gasp of shocked delight out of her, before returning to plowing her as hard and fast as he could manage.

  “Vash, you’re deep in there,” said Fione as Tau rammed home another hard stroke. “Fill me with your cum, Sir Tau.”

  She turned her head, catching his gaze and gave him a mischievous smile.

  “That’s an order, Sir Tau. I command you to finish in my ass.”

  Tau had hardly heard the words before his body hastened to make it so. He lost hold of her wrists, instead grabbing her waist and pulling her hard against him, burying his cock inside her, groaning as it came.

  “Yes! Ohhh, yes!” cried Fione as Tau’s cock erupted, shooting rope after rope of his thick cum into her. “Oh, good, do as your princess commands!”

  Tau could only grunt his assent, unable to move as Princess Fione began to gently stroke back and forth on him, milking his cock of the last of its load. He collapsed forward on top of his Fione’s body, and she adjusted slightly, his softening cock slipping out of her.

  “Good?” she asked.

  “Good,” Tau answered, smiling at her.

  “Good,” Fione said, the satisfaction evident in her voice.

  “Good,” said Kiera.

  Tau looked up. Kiera was sitting on a log nearby, staring at them, the sun fast fading overhead, so that the sky that trickled through the trees and framed her black hair looked to be on fire.

  “Kiera—I—” he tried to begin.

  “Lady vai Ullan,” Princess Fione started. “Sir Tau here was merely—”

  “There’s no trace of Pol,” said Kiera, staring at them with unseeing eyes. “At least not on this side of the Joi. And we can’t check the other side without further endangering the princess.”

  Tau slid off of Fione and sat up, looking at Kiera.

  “What do you propose we do?” he asked.

  Kiera’s eyes flicked to his. She gave him an acquiescent nod.

  “Get away from the river and the road, take the princess into the woods, then head south to Tia Vashil. If Pol’s alive, and that’s a big ‘if’ given what we saw that Sorcerer do to him on the bridge, he’ll have to take care of himself.”

  She pulled off a boot.

  “Well, I guess I’m going to turn in for the night. Tau, you don’t mind first watch?”

  * * * * *

  “Not so fast, Dragon Clan.”

  The blade bit into Pol’s neck as he tried to rise, and he paused in his movement in... the bed? Was he in a bed? Yes. It wasn’t a very nice bed, it was mostly straw. He realized with a start he’d become quite accustomed to life at the Guild. It had only been a couple of months since he would have envied this bed, knifepoint or no knifepoint.

  He opened his eyes. He was in a small, one room hut, a fire going in the small fireplace opposite the bed, a pot of... something... gurgling over it. Attached to the knife pressing against his throat was a woman, with sunburned and tanned skin, and a great mess of dark brown hair that frizzed around her head and trailed well past her waist. Neither her full figure, nor her apparently suspicious yet fair face escaped Pol’s notice, despite the circumstances.

  “Hello,” he said, as bright and friendly as he could manage. His chest was quite sore and, of course, there was a knife to his throat.

  “One wrong move and I’ll open you from ear to ear, then gut you like a fish,” said the woman. “And don’t think I don’t know how—I gut fish every day.”

  “I generally don’t question people with knives,” said Pol. “Would you mind putting it away?”

  The wit seemed to catch her off guard, and she stood back a bit, the knife c
oming away from his throat.

  “I’ll keep it out as long as you’re here, Dragon Clan.”

  “I’m not Dragon Clan,” said Pol.

  “Oh, no? Weird haircut, naked, scars on your body? You look like Clan to me.”

  “Would you believe that the weird haircut and the nudity are part of a disguise?”

  “No.”

  Pol sighed.

  “Neither would I,” he said.

  “How about this then?” he asked. “I’m actually a Sorcerer from the Guild in Tia Vashil.”

  “And I’m the Princess of Tia Joi.”

  “That would make life easier on me,” laughed Pol. “But I am, really. Look.”

  He stretched out a hand to the fire, then yanked, like he was pulling an invisible cord.

  The fire flickered, sputtered, then died, not even offering a wisp of smoke by way of a parting gift.

  “Vash’s song!” said the woman, pulling the knife away from him. “You are a Sorcerer! Make it come back, Lord Sorcerer.”

  “Err…” said Pol.

  She spun around and looked at him. “You can make it go out, but you can’t bring it back?”

  “I guess you could say I’m more like a Sorcerer-in-training,” said Pol. “I don’t really have a lot of finesse with fire. I’d be more likely to set the the roof on fire than just light the fireplace.”

  “But putting it out? That’s easy?”

  “I’m very good at destroying things…”

  The woman knelt at the fireplace, shoved some more kindling under the charred logs that had been burning before Pol’s demonstration, and, grumbling, struck a new fire using a bit of flint and the knife she’d threatened to gut him with.

  “Oh, let me help,” said Pol, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and sitting up further. The world swung around with him.

  “Oh, fuck,” he swore. “What have I been drinking?”

  “Half the River Joi,” said the woman. Pol lay back down, and she proceeded to huff and puff on the fire until it found some life again. Enough to set the pot to gurgling.

  “I pulled you out about a day ago,” she told him, standing and wiping off the knees of her long linen dress. “Closer to Vash’s kingdom than here. I tried to get you to take some of the fish stew, but you wouldn’t take much, that’s probably why you’re so dizzy.”