Immortal Dragons

by Ophelia Bell

  After a good hour of such teasing, she finally dropped off on a whimper, her body giving up for the night and succumbing to a more pressing need for rest. Sleep was an indulgence he could do without, especially if it meant he could simply lie here with her and feel her delicious curves tucked tight against him for hours.

  He considered rolling onto his back and taking care of himself, but swiftly dismissed the thought. He didn’t want to wake her, didn’t want to lose this close contact with her for even a moment. Not to mention something about the tense longing felt right. Not just fair, since she had to wait for her orgasm, but right.

  It’s you who drove that habit into me, you old bastard. He sighed at the silent thought, one that at one time in ancient history would have been heard by Aodh.

  The dragon had once spent every second of free time in the Haven with Neph, or just outside it in their secret hideaway beside the Nile River. They’d been so closely melded they shared almost every thought. And one of those thoughts Aodh had shared was how much he loved the taste of Neph’s Nirvana when he’d been compelled to hold back his climax for as long as possible. Aodh would have feasted on Vrishti’s Nirvana if he could be here.

  He frowned into the darkness. Aodh would have also wanted to be the first to take her there. The first to bury his cock in her virgin pussy, because he’d always said there was something particularly intoxicating about a virgin’s Nirvana, the first time she came while being fucked.

  His cock twitched against the soft cushions of her backside. As much as he wished he could save that treat for his old lover when they finally reunited, there was no way around it. Her magic … the access to the Source that he needed … would only come from the kind of orgasm he could give her by fucking her in his primal state.

  With a soft rumble of fresh arousal, he brushed his lips over her bare shoulder and inhaled her sweet scent. He was being far too generous … He relished the idea of being her first. Reveled in it. Aodh would have his chance, and by then Vrishti would be well-trained to hold back her climax until the last possible moment. The dragon may miss out on her virginity, but he’d benefit in the long run.

  The best Neph could do would be to give her the dragon her first time. At least for that first, crucial stroke. He could be Aodh when he first fucked her, then shift into his primal form once she was primed to take a full-sized satyr cock. One that would pull the flood of the Source from her body when she climaxed and enable him to harness that power to carry them where they needed to go.

  He hummed at the vivid fantasy and squeezed Vrishti’s nipple. The sleeping Summer princess murmured a soft, incoherent sound of pleasure before quieting again, her breathing deepening.

  Yes, that would be ideal. That way he could absolve himself of at least a little guilt, and would be able to tell Aodh he’d had her in spirit, even if he hadn’t actually been there. If the dragon agreed to meld again, he’d be able to relive the moment through Neph’s memory.

  He frowned at a sudden realization. He could be Aodh, had been Aodh for most of the day, but he wasn’t presently shifted into his old lover’s shape. Somehow during the night he’d slipped back into his own human shape and hadn’t realized it. But Vrishti hadn’t said a thing, and had eagerly tucked herself in his arms and passionately given herself over to his attention. She’d responded as openly and eagerly as she had all day without the slightest protest.

  The pounding in his chest rushed to his ears. She responded to him, not the dragon she professed to have claimed as her mate. Of course Neph knew her fate was bound to him as tightly as the dragon. There was no doubt in his mind that the three of them belonged together. But he needed her focused on Aodh as much as he was for them to get to the dragon. If her desire for Aodh waned, it could make getting to him problematic because Neph hadn’t set eyes on Aodh in thousands of years. While Vrishti may have never bonded with the dragon, she’d voiced her claim. Somehow he needed to make sure she didn’t lose that determination to make the dragon hers.

  On that thought, he flooded his body with magic, altering his shape into the dragon he knew so well. In Aodh’s familiar form, the feel of her body was every bit as delicious against his and he spent the rest of the dark, snowbound night simply holding her and watching her sleep.

  This is for you, friend. So you’ll know what she means to us both once I can finally share these moments with you.

  When dawn filtered through the snow outside, he decided he couldn’t wait any longer. He’d lain awake all night, aching for her and hoping like hell today would be the day. Decadent plans had formed in his mind as he considered how to tease her to the point of madness enough to trigger her estrous once and for all. He needed to get started, but needed her conscious first.

  But nothing as gloriously indulgent as what he had planned could be rushed.

  He pressed a kiss to her neck, brushing his lips down over her soft skin and drinking in the apricot scent of her. As he moved lower, he cupped her breast and gently thumbed her nipple until it hardened. Shifting up onto his knees, he eased her onto her back. She sighed and let out a soft little hum, twisting her torso in her sleep until she got comfortable again. The air had cooled, but was oddly not as cold as most mornings and he recalled that she’d been out of bed when he’d awoken the night before. She must have stoked the fire before coming back to bed. All the better for him. At least he could tolerate shedding the covers long enough to enjoy the sight of her naked, sleeping body for a few moments before he went about waking her up.

  He hovered over her torso, slowly sliding his palm around the tip of her breast while dipping his head to suck her other nipple in his mouth. Then he flicked each one with his tongue until both were acceptably stiff and pebbled. He reluctantly abandoned the beautiful orbs, working his way down over her belly, kissing and teasing with the tip of his tongue until he reached her navel.

  With a firm but gentle grip, he pushed her thighs apart and summoned the part of his dragon lover he’d always admired most. He slid the thick, forked tongue along her wet slit, using it to part her folds until her swollen clit was visible.

  As he pushed his tongue into her opening, she finally roused slightly for the first time, letting out a soft, hitching cry. Her feet slid up and her knees fell wide, opening her up for his tongue to delve deeper. He took the shift as an invitation and moved to kneel between her thighs, pushing them wider and capturing her clit between his lips, sucking until her hips twitched and her fingers clung to his head. Tangy wetness flooded his tongue, and he slowed his licks to savor it.

  He tilted just enough to gaze up her torso into her eyes. She stared back, her brown eyes wild with need and her full lips parted and glistening.

  “I want to come so bad,” she said, then let out a low groan of frustration.

  He lifted up onto his hands and smiled. “Today, I have a good feeling.”

  She clenched her eyes shut and rolled away from him, grumbling. “God, I fucking hope so.”

  Neph’s gaze lingered on her round backside as she trudged out the door and across the hall to the bathroom. While she took care of her morning business, he headed downstairs and started breakfast. She was no doubt starving after skipping a meal, so he wanted to make sure she was well-fed before he moved ahead with his plan. It would do no good to have a starving ursa to deal with when they started a temporal drift. They wouldn’t be able to take much with them, considering their method of travel required them to be fucking.

  She arrived half an hour later with wet hair and bright eyes, the aroma of her need a fragrant cloud that overpowered even the sweet almond scent of the body wash she’d used. Neph’s cock roused again instantly, the fresh ache sinking into his balls when her gaze dropped to his groin and she licked her lips.

  She tilted her head and smiled, then met his eyes. “Does his dick really look like that?” she asked, pointing at his hard-on.

  Neph froze, caught off-
guard by her reference to this body in the third person. “Ah … You mean my dick?”

  “What? I’m not so dumb I forgot completely that this is just a magic disguise. I like it. But I’m curious how much of it you made up versus what I’ll get to see when I’m with him. You’ve basically just turned yourself into a full-sized sex toy for me to play with.”

  She sauntered toward him, her lust-filled gaze raking over him. The sweet, beautiful woman didn’t mince words, and that made him all the hotter, especially when she came close enough to feel her shower-fresh heat and cupped his balls before sliding her fingers around his cock and stroking upward.

  “A-as long as it’s working …” he murmured, losing track of his actions when she pushed him against the counter and fell to her knees. She pressed a light kiss at the tip of his cock and he groaned, nearly losing his grip on the things he was holding. Right … breakfast.

  “Vrishti …” he said, setting the two bottles of homemade syrup on the counter and dropping his hands to her cheeks. He squeezed her shoulders and urged her to stand. “As much as I want to be inside that mouth right now, you need real food first.”

  She gave his cock a wistful glance, then stood. “Then you’ll just have to tell me whether you’ve managed to replicate the taste of him too.”

  “The taste …” He laughed. “Dion’s balls, you need to know how faithful this representation really is, don’t you? Trust me, I know him well enough to get every detail perfect. Even his flavor, which is ambrosia, isn’t it?”

  “What do you taste like?” she asked. “Will you let me taste you next time?”

  “You mean the next time I get to come in your mouth? That I can do.” He felt almost hypnotized by the look of abject hunger on her face that he was sure had nothing to do with a need for food.

  Forcing himself to stop looking at her, he turned back to the stove and grabbed the platter of crêpes that he’d crafted into convenient rolled tubes. He’d hoped for fresh fruit to go with them, but they’d eaten what they had the day before.

  When he turned, her nostrils flared and she finally redirected her attention to the food. There was the hungry ursa he knew must still be there.

  “God, that smells so good. Should I set the table or something?”

  He gave her a wicked grin. “Today, kitten, you are the table. Lie down.”

  He gestured with his platter laden hands to the dining table, which he’d covered with a couple thick quilts for her comfort. She cast a confused look at the table, then back at him. He’d moved all but one chair out of the way, but guessed he probably wouldn’t even need that. If everything worked the way he hoped, she’d be mid-estrous before the meal was over, and he’d be buried balls deep in her.

  She did as he asked, hopping up onto the sturdy, custom-built table, and yet again he admired the skilled craftsmanship of the men who’d lived here. She slowly lay back, watching him the entire time as he set the food down at her head and went to the stereo to turn on music. Appealing to all her senses was his goal today. If seduction was a dance, it needed a suitable tune to accompany it. A moment later, strains of a rhythmic bass beat filled the air, instantly rousing his lust another notch.

  He pulled out the chair at her head and sat, bending briefly to press a lingering kiss to her lips. Then he took a crêpe in one hand and a bottle of blood-red syrup in the other.

  “Open,” he said. She complied, parting her lips, ready for the first bite. He drizzled the homemade raspberry syrup onto her tongue then dipped the crêpe in. She bit it and closed her eyes, letting out a pleased moan as she chewed and swallowed.

  He fed her like that for several moments, alternating syrup with crêpe and switching between the four different flavors of syrup he’d found in the fridge. Maple, raspberry, blueberry, and chocolate. On about the fourth serving, the drizzle of raspberry went wide and trickled down her chin.

  Vrishti let out a little gasp and laughed. “You missed,” she said.

  “Did I?” He grinned down at her and bent, darting out his tongue to lap up the mess. He captured her sweet lips, sucking the sticky syrup off before plunging his tongue into her mouth. Without looking, he tipped the bottle up again, haphazardly aiming for her breast. She let out a soft squeak of surprise, her hand shooting up to his arm. He released her lips and looked down at her, grinning again.

  “Am I your breakfast, then?” she asked, laughing.

  “You better believe it. I’m starving.”

  He drizzled more of the sticky red syrup in little spirals over her nipples, between her breasts, and down to her navel. Then he stood with a fresh crêpe in hand and dipped it into the puddle between her breasts, swiping up the syrup before stuffing the entire thing in his mouth. Fruity sweetness and buttery flavor blasted his taste buds. He hummed in enjoyment before taking another and repeating the process, this time swirling it around her nipples before eating it.

  She laughed at his comical enjoyment of the food. “You’re such a tease!”

  “That’s the point,” he said. “Do you want more?”

  “I want your mouth on me. You can’t leave me covered in syrup.”

  “One sec,” he said, dipping the last crêpe into her navel before devouring it. Then he sat and gripped the edge of the blankets, tugging them toward him until her head rested at the very edge of the table. He kissed her again, relishing the hunger with which she reciprocated, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair and hold him closer. He stood again and leaned over her, cupping both her large breasts, squeezing them together, and slowly licking around and around her nipples. He sucked at the skin he’d covered with syrup in an effort to clean it all off.

  Vrishti arched into him, murmuring a soft “yes” as he suckled at her raspberry-flavored nipples. He slowly cleaned the stickiness from between her breasts and moved lower as far as he could go from that angle, able to just reach her navel and lap at the little red puddle he’d left there.

  She shifted beneath him, pushing backward, and suddenly she gripped his hips and her lips brushed the underside of his stiff cock. Her body moved again, her knees bending and heels digging into the table for leverage.

  “Vrishti, where are you going?” he said, straightening up to look down at her. Her head was tilted off the edge of the table now, damp hair hanging down in black waves. The top half of her face was barely visible beyond his cock, which she took in her hand and licked again.

  “I want to taste you for real. Not him. You.”

  He attempted a protest … he needed to keep her focused on the dragon whose likeness he currently inhabited … but her hand around his dick and her lips brushing his balls sent every other thought out of his head. Then she opened her mouth and sucked one ball in, swirling her tongue around and around, and he nearly lost control.

  “You want me to suck you, don’t you?” she murmured in a husky voice.

  “Yes. Please, yes,” he groaned. The bass beat of the music picked up just as she tugged his cock down, angling it into her open mouth. Her head was fully draped over the edge of the table in what couldn’t have been a comfortable position, but she still eagerly opened for him and he couldn’t help but push in past her lips.

  Her tongue was hot against the head of his cock, her lips smooth and wet. It was all he could do to remember his purpose here was to drive her wild with need, not the other way around.

  He opened his eyes and forced himself to refocus. Her knees were bent, her legs slightly parted. Some of the raspberry syrup had run down over her hips and over the swell of her belly to her curl-covered mound.

  He leaned over her, the movement causing his cock to push deeper into her mouth, but she seemed eager to take him, sucking harder as he moved his hips. He cupped her between her thighs with one hand, propping himself on his other arm to help maintain enough leverage to avoid choking her outright with his cock.

  He sank two fingers in
to the sodden heat of her pussy and she moaned, tilting her hips up and spreading her thighs wider for him. So hot, so tight, and with that mouth already driving him to the brink, he couldn’t think straight.

  She bucked into his hand, meeting the thrusting digits. He pulled out and slid them lower, finding her tight rear opening and teasing around it in circles. She emitted a strangled moan, her body quivering with need and her steady sucking motions halting for a second.

  He pulled back and his cock slipped from her mouth.

  “Turn over,” he commanded.

  With a wide-eyed, hungry look, she nodded and flipped onto her belly. He moved in, looking down at her upturned face while she gripped him and descended on his cock once again, taking him as deep as he could go. Gaze fixed on the mounds of her ass, he leaned down again and gripped a cheek in each hand, squeezing and parting them. She moaned around his cock, lifting her hips to his touch and spreading her thighs wider. He dipped the fingers of one hand between her legs again and sank them into her wet channel, drawing her juices up to coat her tight puckered hole.

  She shuddered again from the pleasure, and he felt compelled to give her a reminder. “Stop when you get too close.”

  She responded with a small, muffled murmur around his cock that only sent a pleasant vibration through his body, urging him even closer to release. Then he sank his index finger into her ass. She tightened her grip on his cock and sucked harder, pushing her ass back into his hand as he began to fuck his finger into her.

  He marveled at how she responded, how much she seemed to love what he was doing to her. When he pushed a second finger in, stretching her opening wider, she shifted up onto her knees, giving him even easier access and spreading her cheeks wide.

  “I cannot wait to bury my cock in you, baby. And when we get to Aodh, he’s going to have this ass of yours all to himself while I get that sweet pussy. We’ll fill you up so full you forget who you are. Would you like that, Vrishti?”