Rhani (Dragons of Kratak Book 3)

by Ruth Anne Scott

  Her head fell back, and she moaned out loud. He guided her down on his tongue, on his fingers. He milked the molten lava from her G spot and pushed it back down deep to the place where her cervix opened into her forgotten crevices.

  Oh, God, when had she ever experienced anything like this? She bucked against his face and rode his hand to her ultimate glory. Her lips curled away from her teeth, and she grimaced at the explosions behind her closed eyelids. She knew nothing but the interwoven union between her flesh and his.

  His tongue taught her the meaning of passion. She screamed in desperate longing for more, more of him, more of everything he could do to her. Her fountain gushed sweet honey onto his knuckles, but he only banged his hefty digits into her depths harder, with wild abandon never to be tamed.

  Her pants held her legs tight together around his hand, and every ecstatic beat of her hips forward against his face drove her rounded ass backward. She arched her back and craned her neck to catch his hand, but he already gave her as much as she could stand of that and so much more.

  He licked the spurting juice spraying from her cleft, and his lapping tongue brought her higher, and higher still. He tossed her this way and that, between one unbearable pleasure and another. She couldn’t retreat from one without smashing herself to pieces on the next. She couldn’t ride his hand without coming up against his tongue. She couldn’t enjoy his tongue before he attacked her G spot with his fingers inside her.

  How could she stand this? She couldn’t. She could only shatter into mindless shrieks and sobs of joy. He drove his hand into her welcoming vacuum, while the other arm strapped her against him. He looped his massive arm around her waist so she couldn’t escape. He would have her. He would own her, and she could do nothing but fall at his feet and worship him.

  She collapsed in inarticulate screaming. Only his muscled strength stopped her falling to the floor, but when he let her go, he didn’t let her sink in a heap. He withdrew his dripping fingers from her ravaged pussy and sucked the syrup from them. Then, while he helped her up with his arm, he pulled her pants the rest of the way down to her feet so she could step out of them.

  She obeyed his movements. Whatever she was, he made her. He reduced her to jelly. Wherever he took her, she would go, but he wasn’t finished with her yet. When she stood before him dressed in nothing but her own orgasmic splendor, he slipped his own pants off, and his angry tool stabbed up at her with its raging veins jutting out along its length.

  Moira quavered to her core at the sight of it. Every time she saw it, it stabbed a fiery arrow of fear into her heart. How could she cope with that? That was the dragon that ravished her and left her screeching for release. That was the deadly lizard breathing its fire into her being.

  It shot out toward her with its unerring determination. Its instincts directed it to her destination. It found its way into her no matter how she quaked and whined, yet mingled with that icy fear, the stirrings of excitement quickened her pulse to leap at it and grab it for her own.

  Whatever else it would do, it filled her emptiness with its pounding rhythm. It spread its magical elixir through her and anointed her with such mind-blowing delight she couldn’t stand it. She worked her holes to welcome it. She welcomed the pain of receiving it as she welcomed the earth-shattering orgasms it gave her.

  Rahni watched her reaction with his fierce, unerring eyes. When he looked into her face like that, she found herself back on the mountain with the dragon looming over her. He stood over her on four clawed feet with his wings spread around her. The furnace under his skin blasted its heat into her skin, and his long whip body pulsated with the power to split her in half with his wicked rod.

  “You want that, don’t you?” He picked it up and pointed it at her. “You love it, don’t you? Is that big enough for you, baby? Is that hard enough for you?”

  Even as he spoke, the blood pulsated through the veins, and the thing writhed in his hand. She moaned and tried to turn away, but he jerked her around with his hand behind her and made her look.

  “Take a look at that, baby. Can you take it? Do you want that thing in your juicy little pussy?”

  Moira couldn’t look at it. She looked everywhere but there, but he wouldn’t let her get away.

  “Suck it, baby. Lick it and kiss it and tell it you love it.”

  Her eyes snapped to it. She stared at it in horror. Tell it she loved it? How could she do that? How could she love that instrument of her own destruction?

  He took the decision away from her and moved her himself. He could have guided her down to kneel at his feet. He could have stuck it in her face and not given her satisfaction until she worshiped at the altar of his raging, brutal cock. She would have done it, too. She would do anything for him.

  He didn’t do that, though. He guided her down with steady pressure on her hips, and he let her weight drop down on his lap. She sat down with a sob of relief, and she threw her arms around his neck. She covered his face with kisses and pushed the hair out of his face, but he didn’t return her kisses.

  He positioned her legs around his waist and took firm hold of her voluptuous ass. He laid his rigid lance along her belly and rocked her back and forth. His pubic bone rode up between her folds to the erect little nub hidden there under her hood. He bumped his bone against her sensitive tissues until she moaned and her head fell onto his shoulder.

  He grumbled into her ear. “Yeah, baby. Oh, yeah.”

  He rocked faster and pried her butt cheeks apart. He fossicked into her crevice with inquisitive fingers until she yelped in surprise. He spread the slippery jiz around her perineum and her ass, and he stuck his spunky fingers into her mouth when he kissed her. She tasted her own ooze on his fingers before he transferred those fingers to his own mouth.

  When would he deliver her from this insanity? When would he complete her and leave her a breathless bundle of nerves to recover on his bed? He never gave her any sign. She could only dangle on the brink of collapse and wait for his pleasure.

  He dropped his head onto her chest and caught at the loose skin around her collarbone with his lips. He nibbled farther down to the cavernous cleavage between her pendulous breasts. Moira arched her back and shoved her tits in his face, but he would never hurry. He took his time leaving a trail of gentle nibbles down her cleavage to the first hardened nipple he found.

  He sucked it between his sharp teeth, and Moira caught her breath. At the same moment, he leaned back and lifted her with his hands around her ass to bury his cock between her legs. Its taut mushroom flipped back, and the terrible stick jabbed deep into her throbbing orifice.

  Moira convulsed backward, but his powerful arms captured her and held her in position to receive his angry intrusion. He clamped down hard on her nipple with his ravenous teeth, and his massive erection plowed to the very limit of her inner depths.

  Moira reeled. Could she? Did she have to take that alien thing into her body? How could she stand it? She wasn’t made for this. Her pussy couldn’t stretch that wide to accommodate such an unnatural penetration.

  The instant those questions flashed across her mind, something unholy reared its ugly head from the black depths of her soul and whispered, Yes! The next minute, he withdrew his slithering cock from her twitching hole. He hovered at the opening for a long, agonizing moment before he plunged it in again to its limit.

  Before she could question, he pumped his monstrous meat into her delicious pussy again and again. His rhythm knocked her off her moorings, and she drifted into the black sea of unquenchable desire. She could accommodate him. She took that alien thing into her body, and her muscles spasmed around every inch of its rude length. She lusted after it. She dreamed about it. She wanted to ride it to kingdom come.

  She matched his rhythm with her own galloping hips. She slammed her ass down on his cock with lusty cries for more, more, more. He mangled her tits with his teeth and smacked her ass from behind to spur her on, but she needed no encouragement.

  His
cock filled her to the brim. It answered all the questions it raised. It created a law unto itself, a law she obeyed without question. What was it? She couldn’t answer that, and she no longer cared. She knew only her own thunderous crashing against the granite might of him. She knew only his gargantuan cock plunging into her being, stirring her to greater feats of orgasmic ecstasy, and spreading its rotten essence through her to sprout new tendrils and seedlings of its own.

  She threw herself against his penetrating spike, and the thick, sticky concoction overflowed over his hips to spatter them both in the joyous spray of fulfillment.

  Chapter 8

  Moira woke up hours later in the big bed in Rahni’s room at Prowiss Keep. The linen sheets and heavy brocade quilt surrounded her naked body with comfort and contentment, but she sat bolt upright when she turned over and saw Rahni buckling his pants a few feet away. “What are you doing up?”

  “I’m taking a walk.”

  “Now?” Black night darkened the light shafts in the ceiling.

  “I got a bad feeling about our meeting with Tam and Yorik. I have to get out and take a spin around the Keep.” He pushed her down on the pillow with a kiss. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be back in a little while.”

  “Are you sure this is a good idea? Don’t go looking for trouble when it’s already looking for you.”

  He chuckled and hung his buckler across his chest with his sword hanging from his hip. “If it’s trouble they want, then the sooner I find them, the better.”

  “Be careful. They’re dangerous.”

  “Not as dangerous as me.”

  He slipped out of the room. Moira curled into the pocket of warmth under her blankets, but her mind would leave her no rest. She tossed and turned, but she couldn’t go back to sleep. What if Rahni got himself into a bind out there and couldn’t get out of it? He was alone here, while Tam and Yorik had each other as well as all their other relatives to back them up. Who would stand against the patriarch’s natural replacement?

  She tossed the blankets aside and picked up her clothes. They fit her well enough. They always did, but for some reason, she didn’t find them comfortable anymore. They showed too much of her curvaceous body, unlike the elaborate gowns Kratak women wore. Maybe she should ask for one...or two.

  She strolled out of the room intent on finding Rahni. He wouldn’t want her playing nursemaid to him, and she probably couldn’t help him even if he did get into trouble. She couldn’t rest, though, not knowing he might be in danger.

  She didn’t get any further than her bedroom door before Pariri and Carila mobbed her. “There you are. We’ve been waiting for you for hours. Where have you been?”

  “Asleep in bed. Where have you been—lurking around my bedroom door, waiting for me to show my face?”

  Pariri laughed. “Don’t you know you’re the most fascinating thing in this Keep right now? You can’t blame us for wanting to know everything about you.”

  “There’s nothing to know about me. I’m really a very ordinary person.”

  “A very ordinary person could not have won Rahni Harkniss as a mate after all these years. There must be something extraordinary about you. Do you know he hasn’t spent this much time in his human form since he was a little boy?”

  “So, he told me.”

  Carila spun Moira around. “So, come on! Spill the beans. We want to know who you are and where you come from and everything that happened between you and Rahni since you first met.”

  Pariri chimed in over Moira’s shoulder. “Well, maybe not everything, but you get the idea.”

  “There’s really nothing to tell. Rahni wasn’t even interested in me. We just sort of got pushed together by circumstance.”

  Carila frowned at her. “Don’t you dare let us down, when we’ve been waiting all this time for some spectacular story from you about a daring rescue and love against all odds.”

  “The only thing against the odds about me and Rahni is that I didn’t know he was a man when I fell in love with him. I fell in love with the dragon. I only found out he was a man after the fact.”

  Carila’s mouth fell open. “After the fact! You mean you...you mated with him as a dragon?”

  “No, no.” Moira turned bright red. “I mean I gave my heart to him and turned my back on my own people before I ever knew he was a man. I didn’t even know he was Rowan Harkniss’s oldest son. I just thought he was a dragon.”

  Pariri spun her around. “And what about the daring rescue? You can’t let us down on that.”

  “There was a daring rescue, but it had nothing to do with us falling in love. I got lost in the forest and attacked by a wild pig, and....”

  The two women gasped, and Carila’s hand flew to her mouth. “You what?”

  “It gored me in the stomach. I would have been dead if Rahni hadn’t scared it away. He healed my wound, but he did that to preserve relations between Kratak and the Allies. It served to bring us together, but other than that, I’m afraid there really is nothing to tell. I’m sorry to disappoint you. If I’d know you were waiting for an exciting story, I would have gone about it differently at the time.”

  Pariri narrowed her eyes at Moira. “See that you do better next time.”

  Carila burst out laughing and clapped her hands. “Come on, Moira. Enough dawdling around here in the passage. We want to show you all around the Keep.”

  The two women seized Moira by both elbows. They escorted her on a whirlwind tour through high halls, passages, observation platforms, and landing bays. Moira watched dragons taking flight and landing to transform once again into people.

  Even in the halls, teenagers shifted in the blink of an eye between running across the floor on their two legs to dive-bombing each other in the air as dragons. Moira stared open-mouthed at the spectacle, but Pariri and Carila took it all as perfectly normal. “Come on, Moira. We want to show you the Great Hall.”

  “Didn’t we already see that?”

  “That? No, those were just minor halls for family events, meetings, and gatherings. The Great Hall is only for Clan business like inaugurating a new patriarch, state funerals, and treaty negotiations with other Clans. Those other halls were nothing. Just wait ‘til you see it.”

  They hurried away to the other side of the Keep where they emerged from the passage in an observation box over an enormous chasm. The ceiling vanished into a bright shaft of icy light streaming down from above. No one could see where the room ended and the sky began.

  A wide stone floor stretched far into the distance. The nearest walls Moira could see hung with tapestries, coats of arms, and depictions of stylized dragons transforming into people and back again. They boggled Moira’s mind and hypnotized her with their confusing patterns.

  Carila interrupted her thoughts by murmuring in a hushed voice. “Look down there. It looks like we’re just in time to see history in the making.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Carila laid her finger to her lips and leaned over the railing to peer down to the floor below. Moira followed her gaze and saw Royce, Rarik, and Connal standing in a huddle directly below. If the three women remained silent, they could pick up snatches of their conversation.

  “You never supported my patriarchy, Connal. You were always disloyal. If you don’t watch out, I’ll have to discipline you, and that would end your career for good.”

  “I don’t have a career, Royce. I’m your brother, and I’ve always been loyal to this Clan. This is more important than any expansion. I don’t understand why you’re ignoring such an urgent message from the people who know best what’s going on.”

  “What you say is going on, is going on on the other side of the planet. You can’t really expect me to drop everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve on the word of one woman.”

  “It’s not the word of one woman. We have Rahni’s word, too, and we can consider him an emissary from Rowan. Rowan and Fay have these Allies researchers living under their very roof. Rahni wouldn’t come to
warn us if the threat wasn’t real.”

  “So, this is all about Fay again, is it? It’s always you and Fay. Connal and Fay, Fay and Connal. That’s all it’s ever been.”

  Connal stiffened. “Don’t you dare say a word against Fay.”

  Royce waved his brother’s concerns aside. “Rahni didn’t come as an emissary from Rowan. He came on his own, to deliver a message from that new mate of his. Until I hear some more convincing evidence supporting it, I’m not changing my plans.”

  “You fool! You’ll ruin us all. You’ll ruin the whole Ingasore race.”

  Moira whispered to Pariri. “What’s Ingasore?”

  Pariri chopped the air with her hand to cut her off.

  Royce glared down into his brother’s eyes. “If you say one more word about this, now or any other time, I’ll remove you from the Council. You understand what that would mean. I’ve shared power with you and Rarik all these years for the sake of peace in our Clan, but I draw the line here. Put this to rest and don’t bring it up again, or I’ll have no choice but to take drastic action.”

  Royce spun on his heel and stormed away across the hall. Connal watched him go with brooding eyes, but when he turned around, he found his brother Rarik smiling at him. “If it means anything, I agree with you.”

  Connal rounded on him with his fists clenched. “Then why in heaven’s name didn’t you say something?”

  “You know I can’t cross Royce. He’s patriarch of our whole Clan. If I crossed him the way you have, he would censure me ten times harder. Royce controls everything, and my position depends on his good favor. My family could be driven out of the Keep.”

  “That’s nonsense, Rarik. Royce couldn’t control anybody if he didn’t have you to support him. He only commands the Clan the way he does because he can point to you as his ringer. He would be nothing without you.”

  “I’m sorry, Connal, and I’m sorry for Rahni and his Clan, too. They’ll just have to take the brunt of any invasion until Royce sees the light. He won’t change his mind until the bombs start falling.”