Dragon's Curvy Concierge

by Mychal Daniels

  “Open your eyes and watch me,” he commanded. “Let me see those beautiful eyes of yours, my love.”

  Unaware that she’d held her eyes tightly shut, Bronwyn gave into the moment and opened her eyes. Before her he sat on his haunches looking at her with so much love and appreciation, the force of it threatened to overtake the last of her ability to remain still.

  He worked, massaging, kneading, and lightly pinching until her body writhed with pleasure. When the mounting pleasure of his touch built to the point that teetered on pain, a sound so primal it startled her erupted loud and sure.

  “There you are, my mate. Hold nothing back. This is our sacred space and time.”

  The words bypassed her brain to infiltrate her heart, soul, and body. Obeying his call to release, Bronwyn moved against his artful touch, creating pleasurable friction. His hands had worked their way up to the outer folds of her pussy. Continuing to use the same expertise as before, he rubbed, stroked and massaged her pussy until it gave forth its nectar.

  Ragged with arousal, his voice cut through the electric sexual impulses cocooning them together. “I love how much you respond to my touch. I could do this to you all day. You’re my greatest treasure, my love.”

  Unable to respond through voice, her answer was to open herself more. The tip of his finger traced the outline of the seam of her pussy lips. His touch light and exploratory, she breathed in and out determined to stay with him. Reclaimed in his intense gaze once again, she yelped in surprise as his finger plunged into her opening.

  Then he stopped.

  “Bronwyn?” Tentative, he removed his finger, parted her folds and moved down to look.

  Unable to fathom what he was doing, she propped up on her elbows to see. “What?”

  “Oh, my Goddess.” Looking back up at her, he said, “You’re a virgin.”

  Defensive despite her intention to remain cool, she said, “And? Is that going to be a problem?”

  He remained still and quiet. Not sure what he was doing, she tried to sit up, only for a massive hand on her lower stomach to push her back down.

  “Lie still.”

  “What’s the matter?”

  “Nothing. I’m in awe. I mean, you’re a virgin. I have to go about this differently.”

  “Why, is there a problem?”

  “No. If I don’t do this right, you could have more pain than necessary.”

  “Here we go again?” she said, throwing her hands up above her head.

  “Stop that.” He climbed up the length of her to settle himself between her legs.

  Seizing the opportunity, she looped her legs around his thighs again. “Gotcha!”

  “Yes, always,” he said, placing a kiss on her lips.

  Taking a chance to return him to his exploring, Bronwyn rotated her hips against him. Pleased to feel the length of him through his pajamas was still ramrod stiff, she smiled.

  Instead of him cautioning her, or admonishing her to behave, his body answered, plunging in to meet her thrust.

  “Ooh!”

  “Trust me, I’m doing everything I can to hold back from taking you hard right now.”

  “Why don’t you? I promise I won’t break.” She took his head between her hands as she said the words that finally seemed to come in a bit of coherence. “I’m yours, you’re mine. My body has been waiting for yours all my life. I couldn’t see my way to give my treasure to any other man but you.”

  “This is my treasure. Never forget that.”

  Nuzzling his nose, she said, “Yes, yours alone. Please, don’t hold back. I want all of you. That’s what we agreed on, right?”

  “Yes.”

  Before he could make any more protests, she arched up, allowing her body to move against him in sensual attunement. A growl so low, deep, and long, she had to wonder if that was possible in his human form, rocketed through them both. As she continued to test her movements, his head dipped to kiss and suck the curve of her neck.

  “You feel so good. Stop before I hurt you.”

  “Never, I want to touch you back, making you feel as good as you’ve made me feel.” Her whispered statement was met with him pulling her up and into his waiting arms. Amazed her foot no longer her, she wrapped her legs around his waist in the process, she sat down smiling at the indention of his hard, large cock beneath. “Take them off.”

  “What? Not yet,” he whispered, continuing to nip and suck her neck.

  “Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

  Bronwyn pulled out of his embrace to snatch at the drawstring of his pajama bottoms. She ignored the wetness from her pussy that had saturated the front. In silent obedience, he rose, granting her access to pull down the pants. Close, the musky-spicy scent of his body had her mouthwatering to taste the tip of his huge cock.

  So, she did.

  Salty and warm, the precum wept from his tip as she enrobed it with her mouth. Never having given a blowjob, but confident of the technique from what she’d picked up here and there, Bronwyn made sure to breathe and then take more of him in.

  “Bronwyn—fuck!”

  She paid no mind to his words concentrating on taking more of him into her mouth. When she had quite enough to work with, her tongue made a loop around the thickness. She began to move her head back and forth, remembering to breathe and relax with a loosen her jaw.

  “You’re going to kill me dead if you don’t stop. I can’t hold onto control much longer.”

  Ignoring his words, she grabbed the base of his long shaft and began to gently pump, paying attention to how he reacted. Adjusting the pressure while increasing the speed and coordination of her mouth and hands, she moved in a rhythm that amazed her. And, it felt good. He felt good. Bronwyn managed to take more of him into her mouth marveling at the sensation of his tip hitting the back of her throat. Never one to learn slow, she adjusted the angle of her head to allow his shaft to slide down her throat.

  “Oh Goddess, stop!” he yelled. “You have to stop.”

  She paid no heed to his words, continuing until her body was picked up and almost slammed back onto the bed. Connecting with his face again, a cross between agony, pleasure and erotic energy rode his face as he took her legs and placed them on each of his shoulders.

  “You wanted to join. That’s what we’ll do.” Rough and hurried, his words seemed to tumble from him in a way she’d never experienced before.

  When the tip of his cock rubbed up and down the seam of her folds, Bronwyn was lost to making sense after that.

  “Take me,” she found herself saying as he continued to work his cock along her seam.

  As if in punishing retribution, he circled her hardened nub of her clit with his tip before running his length up and down her drenched inner walls. Sounds of her nectar coating his cock penetrated the space, but not enough for her to want to stop or get embarrassed. This was the best feeling she’d ever experienced.

  Her inner walls in her channel began to contract as if reaching for him to come inside. Sensing this, he looked down.

  “You’re tight, but your body is ready to welcome me home.”

  “Do it, please baby, do it now,” she moaned.

  Widening her legs to see, she watched as he guided his huge cock inside. Slow at first, she winced but bit down on the searing heat and pain that shot through her. It hurt and felt so good at the same time. He withdrew, looked and rubbed the length of himself along her pussy lips again. This time, he rubbed against her clit until she saw blue dancing lights in her heightened arousal.

  “Mac, please?”

  “Please what?” he asked.

  “Please,” was all she could manage to say, over and over.

  He continued to rub her clit as her thigh muscles, and pussy lips tightened around his shaft. Increasing his speed, she bucked up and down against him until she climaxed, hard.

  “Good, come all over my cock. Give me that orgasm.”

  And she did.

  Once her body began to settle down, and she could
see well enough to look at him again, he started once more. This time rubbing his tip along the length of her opening. Like a loyal dog wanting to play, her pussy rebounded clenching and grabbing for his cock again. This time, he leaned in and with force so strong she scooted at least a foot up the bed, he plunged in.

  Her body shook, trembled and convulsed around his throbbing cock as he held her tight. White hot pain forged a path up her channel into her belly and splintered off into her upper body. Mac withdrew slow, only to return hard and forceful again. Another pain shot through her, but it was mitigated by the edge of pleasure, sultry and smooth.

  “Ooh…”

  “Yes, my love, your body is opening to me. Breathe and let me in.”

  Mac moved within her again, this time keeping a slow and even pace. Each time he withdrew, her body felt void and empty. Soon, he was plunging into her with a power and pleasure she couldn’t have described if her life depended on it. Lowering her legs to wrap them back around his hips, he hovered over her, found his new angle and plunged in deeper. Long strokes followed by grinding his hips had him seated fully inside. She felt him fill her up and it was ecstasy.

  “You feel so good.”

  “Tell me how you want it,” his words sent tingles straight to her pussy.

  “Do me harder. Fuck me, Mac.”

  He obliged. When she thought she’d come again, he pulled out and sat back.

  “Wait? I’m so close,” she moaned.

  “I know.”

  “Then why?”

  “Because I want you to be aware of what’s about to happen. When we climax, the joining will commence. Remember, there might be more pain.” Looking down at his cock, he added, “The amount of your virginal bloodshed tells me you’ll be sore if we don’t stop soon.”

  “Mac, for the last time, I’m fine. Come back and stop neglecting me!”

  Laughter was followed by him eyeing her. “Only if you tell me how you want me to take you next.”

  “I already told you. I want you to fuck me. Do it any way you want.”

  “How?”

  “Any way you want, just make it hard enough for me to feel your heartbeat inside me.”

  Masculine beauty smiled back at her, releasing a devastating smile as he said, low and sexy, “You are my life. I’m gonna fuck you like you’re unbreakable and then hold you as the delicate, precious soul you are.”

  Grabbing her hips, he tossed her over onto her stomach, wedged her legs open with his knee and was seated back inside her deep and hard. At this angle, Bronwyn could feel his length moving in and out of her against the bed. Mac fucked her harder than anything she could have imagined, and she loved it. It was what she needed. Each powerful thrust forged a bond stronger and deeper between them. He took her over and over. Changing positions, whispering promises about them, their future, and his love for her.

  She’d climb the mountain of climax only to be snatched to a new and higher plateau. Her Dragon was inhumanly human in his capacity to make love to her. In their lovemaking, it was more than obvious he was a man driven by the strength of his Dragon.

  When he pulled out, Bronwyn wanted to weep for him to come back only to be greeted by his tongue whisking her up into a new realm of arousal. Done with tonguing her into submission, he was back to filling her up with his thick, huge cock. Over and over, he took her in different ways and positions, only allowing her to catch her breath for a few seconds before devouring her body again.

  Seated against the headboard of his massive bed, he brought her to sit on his cock facing him. Her foot free of pain, flexible, and able to manage the position, she sank down, retaking him into her body.

  “We’re about to join. I want us to be in positions of equality. I’ll never Lord over you. Without you, there is no family, future happiness, or constant joy for me. Sit on me, looking me straight on, equal, as we join. I esteem you above all others, my love.” He solidified this vow with a kiss.

  Returning the kiss, Bronwyn gasped in pleasure as he began to retake them up the mountain to orgasmic bliss. Staring deep into each other’s eyes, they rose above the temporal world to access new realities. Deeper and deeper he entered her, as Bronwyn took in more and more of him. If she could, she’d devour him into her body, never to leave.

  Then, as if the walls of the room exploded, her body leaped into supreme bliss expanding her comprehension of all things. Mac kept her focused on him as they hurdled through dimensions never known to her before. He tightened his embrace, holding her so close, they shared the same exchange of breaths. His Dragon came to her, pouring knowledge, wisdom, understanding, visions, and pure energy into her essence. Fire, hotter that ten thousand suns wicked away her flesh until she could feel no more. The pain was real and yet distant.

  All she felt was Mac’s tight embrace and even tighter connection. This was the joining. It was magnanimous, taking over every iteration she could comprehend of existence. What she knew meant nothing in comparison to the expansion of everything down to the bone and marrow. Larger, deeper, truer, higher, wider; every aspect of awareness went on to infinity. Without having to try, she knew things about Mac, herself and life that had to be a gift given through her connection to the Dragon.

  Breathe bounded into her, producing a pressure pop in her ears as Bronwyn was back in her body climaxing with Mac. It wasn’t until they crested that she realized she’d embedded her fingernails into his back enough to draw blood. That didn’t matter as much as how hot her insides were. Inferno would be a great way to explain the sensation or mounting fire that dwelled within her belly.

  “Mac, can you feel that?”

  “Yes, it’s the rendering of your gifts from my Dragon. Hold on, I’ve got you.”

  Tightening her clasp on her mate, Bronwyn buried her head into the crook of his shoulder and rode out the wave of experiences. Forever and a second is what time felt like locked in the joining with her mate. Still, inside her, Mac’s body buzzed with life, energy, and power. Jolts, shocks, pulses transferred into her the longer they held on. What was missing? The pain he feared so much for her. Through the different phases they endure, Bronwyn felt stronger and stronger.

  When everything within and without returned to what would appear as normal, she had confirmation that Mac was her bond mate and that their joining was a good, solid one.

  “My love, are you all right?” he asked as she attempted to lift up and off of him.

  Their bodies were slick with sweat and hot like a fever as she moved up and over to sit beside her mate.

  “That was like some mind-bending fantasy movie,” was all she could get out.

  “Yes, but are you all right? Was it painful for you? I tried as best I could to transfer any pain I sensed away from you.”

  “What? Where did you send it?”

  “Into me,” he said as if it were nothing big.

  “Baby, oh my God, you shouldn’t have done that. I felt nothing but amazing.” Looking to inspect him for any outward signs of pain, she ran hands over his body.

  “Stop that, or we’ll be right back where we began.”

  “Hold still. I’m checking to make sure you’re okay.”

  “I’m fine. Remember, Dragon here. I can produce fire, fly and work magic.”

  “Yeah, but are you okay? How do you feel?”

  “Like the love of my life, my mate, my heart is caring for me as we sit here naked in bed together. That would equate to awesome.”

  Eyeing him before she gave in to believe what he said, a new wave of love washed over her. This man! He’d been so thoughtful as to siphon off the pain for her to become his mate.

  “My Dragon, my love.” She shook her head still not fully able to believe what they’d just shared. “You better never do anything to put yourself in danger on my behalf. I want you to be with me as much as for me. What if something had happened to you? That would be like you widowing me at the altar.”

  Smiling broad and happy he nuzzled her nose. “Altar, that reminds
me. You need to let me know when you want to have the human marriage ceremony. I’ll need to get into my parents' calendars to make sure they’re stateside. Then I can get my sister to coordinate with my brother and make sure they’re all here.”

  “Whoa wait. Marriage ceremony? Why do you think I want that?”

  Storm clouds threatened to move into his eyes as he focused on here again.

  “Because we’re the equivalent of human married now, I thought it would be nice for us to have that ceremony as well. That way I can make sure you’ve got access to my finances and other things. Plus, I need to get you listed as a beneficiary to my estate.”

  “Hold up. I thought Dragons lived forever. Why do I need all that?”

  “We live way longer than humans, but death and dying are a part of our life cycles as well. I want you protected by me in every way.” Then softening his eyes to take her in anew, he said, “We have time to figure all that out. How about we grab a quick nap. Then I’ll feed you and help you get your day started.”

  At the mention of her day, all the things she’d had on her calendar for clients came rushing back to the front of her mind.

  “Oh! My phone. Mac, would you…”

  “Sure thing. I’ll get it from downstairs—after we nap together.”

  “After?”

  “Yes, after. That’s something I need from my mate. I need to cuddle up with you now that I’ve got you naked, in bed, and properly joined to me.”

  Refusing to continue trying to figure out how she felt about marrying him for all the world to know and see, Bronwyn took the easy route and laid down in his arms. Soon she was in dreamland flying high with her Dragon.

  16

  Mac

  “Bronwyn, what do you do for these guys?”

  “What, why do you ask?” She reached for the phone he passed over to her.