by Freya Garth
‘Oh, Doraya,’ he moaned, rocking his hips back and forth. ‘Oh, Doraya.’
She sucked and slurped at his cock, suddenly loving the sensation of power. This big, strong dragon rider was at her mercy, his pleasure dependent on her actions.
‘I’m close,’ he grunted. Doraya remembered the gushing liquid that had covered her chest on the castle tower. She forced another fraction of his cock between her willing lips, and he groaned more loudly than ever as he pumped his cum into her. The first gush hit the back of her throat, and her eyes watered, but she managed not to gag or cough. Swallowing was pleasant, soothing her throat, and seemed to provoke the next gush and the third. She licked his cock clean, very gently, then placed it on his belly and lay alongside Goril.
His chest was still heaving as he restored air to his lungs, but he reached for her hand and held it until he could speak.
‘Are you sure you’ve never done that before?’
‘I think I would have remembered,’ she said drily.
He chuckled. ‘You’re a natural, little one.’
She felt a rush of happiness.
‘Did it excite you?’ he asked.
Doraya had been so focused on his pleasure, she’d forgotten to think about her own, but now he mentioned it, that questing animal between her legs was back. ‘Yes, very much,’ she said.
‘Let me see.’ He rolled over and slid his hand between her legs. ‘So it did.’
His deft fingers stroked her clit. It felt good, but not good enough. Could she ask for more? He had, so perhaps it would be okay?
‘Harder. Please,’ she gasped, opening her legs wider.
Goril responded, and she began to thrust her hips rhythmically against his hand and moan. Then she felt a new sensation, his other hand joining in, a finger probing her entrance.
‘This shouldn’t hurt you now,’ Goril said, ‘but tell me if it does.’
Slowly and patiently, he inserted one finger a little way.
It felt so good, yet everything he did made her want him to do more. Doraya thought she might burst with frustration. Was this how Fiami felt?
‘Please,’ she said. ‘More.’
He pushed his finger further into her. She bucked against his hand, forcing his finger in as far as it could go.
‘More?’ he asked.
‘Yesssssss!’ she hissed.
He inserted a second finger alongside the first and began to work them in and out, rubbing her clit steadily all the while.
‘Ohhhhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhhhh…’ She tossed her head back and forth, wanting to find something, get somewhere, but she wasn’t sure what or where.
‘Come for me, little one,’ he coaxed, and lowered his head to take her nipple.
The feeling of his mouth sucking on her breast was more than Doraya could hold, and she yelled out her release as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her slender frame.
Goril took her shuddering body in his arms and held and soothed her through the aftershock. She couldn’t help noticing that he was fully erect again, and although she had just come herself, she was sure she could enjoy more stimulation.
‘Is Fiami satisfied?’ she asked.
‘No,’ Goril said reluctantly. ‘But I can hold her back more easily after the first one.’
Doraya looked up at him from under her eyelashes. ‘I think we should give her more of what she needs.’
‘I’m surprised you’re not exhausted.’
‘I slept all day.’ Doraya felt revivified. ‘I want to do more. Learn more. Feel more.’
Goril kissed her hair again. ‘You are such an asset. I thank the day that brought you to us.’
‘Thank the dragon that brought me.’ Doraya boldly took hold of his cock and began to stroke it. ‘I want you to put this inside me.’
‘Doraya!’ He sounded shocked. ‘You’re not ready.’
‘I feel ready,’ she said. ‘We could try, anyway.’
Goril hesitated. ‘You’ll probably feel Fiami’s mind, her emotions, if we fuck.’
‘When, not if,’ she said. A small voice in the back of her head asked where her newfound confidence had come from and who she thought she was anyway, but she ignored it. ‘So dragon riders’ women feel their dragons’ minds?’
‘Not always. And only when they fuck.’
‘That’s a terrible way to try to put me off.’ She grinned at him. ‘Now I really want to know what it’s like.’
He hesitated again.
She poked a finger into his chest. ‘Do you want to keep Fiami all to yourself?’
‘It’s you I want to keep to myself,’ he said roughly. ‘I won’t be able to if you keep stroking my cock like that.’
Doraya took her hand away, and he groaned at the loss of sensation.
‘Let’s try,’ she said softly.
He rolled on top of her, his weight pinning her to the bed. ‘Tell me if it’s too much,’ he rasped, and placed his cockhead at her entrance.
The feeling of it nestling there was almost unbearably exciting. Then he began to push. At first, Doraya thought she had made a mistake. His cock felt so huge, perhaps her body couldn’t fit it in any more than her mouth could. Then she felt an incredible stretching sensation. Her body was yielding to accommodate him, and her mind was stretching, too, to accommodate something huge. She remembered the enormous happiness she had momentarily felt on the castle tower. This was the same, but more complicated. Lust, anticipation, and excitement, all mixed together and irresistible.
‘Yes!’ she cried, beating her fists on Goril’s back. ‘Give it to me!’
He began to thrust, trembling with the effort to keep it gentle, but she met him thrust for thrust, jamming her hips against his, clawing at his buttocks now to pull him in more tightly. He gave up his resistance, slid a forearm under the base of her spine and slammed into her, wonderful friction inside her building heat in her body until it burst into flame. She cried out, wave on wave of pleasure like a swooping dragon, his cries meeting hers, and that huge presence in her mind expressing enormous pleasure and satisfaction.
They clung together, slick with sweet-smelling sweat, Goril’s heart beating so hard Doraya could feel it in her own chest. Her body was contracting around Goril’s cock, which made him groan a little. She moved her hips experimentally, and his cock slid out of her.
Doraya felt enormous regret. ‘Oh,’ she said, with huge disappointment. Then she realised it was Fiami’s emotions she was feeling, with her own contentment buried somewhere beneath.
‘When does it stop?’ she asked.
Goril looked puzzled. ‘We have stopped.’
‘No, I mean Fiami. Oh good, she’s losing interest. When will I stop feeling her feelings?’
Goril sat up. ‘You’re still feeling Fiami?’
‘She’s thirsty now.’
‘That can’t be,’ he breathed.
Doraya put her hands to her head. ‘She’s too big to be inside me all the time.’
‘Wait here. I’ll get Papa.’ Goril was off the bed and pulling on his clothes. ‘If it’s difficult to manage, count something. Anything.’ He looked around the cave. ‘The logs in the woodpile.’ He threw one onto the fire and wrapped a blanket around Doraya. ‘I’ll be back as soon as I can find Papa.’
Doraya clung to a bedpost, trying to make herself small. She didn’t feel safe with Fiami’s huge presence inside her mind. It felt as if Fiami might blot out her consciousness. The dragon’s mind and emotions didn’t feel malevolent, just colossal, making it hard for Doraya to understand the relevance of her own feelings and thoughts.
Count things, Goril had said, but she couldn’t remember how to count, or what counting was. Her name was all she could hold onto. Doraya, Doraya, I am Doraya, she said to herself, over and over in her mind, and longed for Goril to ride her or at least to stroke her fur as she flew.
* * * *
Goril raced through the tunnels and burst into Papa’s bedcave.
Alda and Saban w
ere lying on the bed, fully dressed, holding hands and chatting. Alda was startled, and his nostrils flared as he took a deep breath to admonish his son, but Saban placed a warning hand on his arm and stood with an agility that belied her years.
‘What troubles you, Goril?’
‘Doraya. We—’ He ran his fingers through his unruly hair while he tried to find some words, not wanting to spell out what had happened between himself and Doraya. It felt too private, too intimate, but Saban was nodding as if she knew what he was trying to tell them, which gave him the courage to speak. ‘She’s still sensing Fiami.’
Saban’s eyes widened in horror. ‘Alda—’
‘Go, you two.’ He began to heave himself up with his staff. ‘I’ll be there as soon as I can.’
Goril raced back through the tunnels with Saban close behind. Beautiful, hot little Doraya. He couldn’t bear to lose her now, so soon, when they’d only just met. How could they help her? Dragon riders grew up with their dragons’s young consciousness in their minds. They learned how to manage the mental relationship as they learned how to live. Doraya had no previous experience, and her mind had just been invaded by a huge, mature dragon’s mind. Could she retain her own personality? Her reason? Goril’s skin chilled at the thought.
He leapt across the threshold of his cave and found Doraya clinging to a bedpost as if her life depended on it, her eyes tightly closed.
‘Doraya,’ he said, and put his arms around her rigid body.
‘Doraya,’ she repeated. ‘Doraya.’
‘Doraya.’ Saban knelt in front of her. ‘Look at me.’
Doraya opened her eyes, and Saban gasped. ‘Goril—’
‘I see,’ he said.
Doraya’s eyes were expressionless. And golden.
Alda arrived and took in the situation at a glance. ‘I’ve heard of this before,’ he said, ‘although it hasn’t happened in my lifetime.’
‘Do you know how we can help her?’ Goril asked, willing his father to have an answer.
Alda shook his head.
Goril groaned in disappointment. ‘There must be something we can do.’
‘We’ll do everything we can.’ Saban’s voice was soothing. ‘When Fiami sleeps, it might be easier.’
‘She’s sleepy now,’ Goril said.
‘So let’s wait until she sleeps. Then we should be able to help Doraya.’
Goril cradled her body in his arms and waited, trying to still the turmoil in his own mind for fear of disturbing his dragon.
Their dragon?
Sleep, Fiami, he thought. Sleep long, sleep deep.
* * * *
‘Doraya? You need to wake up now.’
She didn’t want to wake up. So tired. But the voice was insistent. It was a woman’s voice that she recognised, but she was too sleepy to think whom it belonged to.
‘Come on, Doraya, wake up and talk to me.’
That was a man’s voice. She knew the man. He was important, so she needed to remember. Goril. That was his name. Maybe she could wake up for Goril.
She opened her eyes and tried to focus on his face, but everything was blurry.
A finger traced her jawline, reminding her of something, she wasn’t sure what. ‘Hello, Doraya,’ he said.
‘Goril,’ she whispered, and wanted to smile, but there was something big in her mind that got in the way.
‘Doraya.’ It was the insistent woman’s voice again. ‘Do you know who I am?’ Another blurred face appeared next to Goril’s.
‘I know you,’ whispered Doraya.
‘My name is Saban. Can you say my name?’
‘Saban.’ Of course it was Saban. ‘Mabbi.’
‘You remember Mabbi?’ The voice sounded pleased. ‘Good girl.’
Doraya wasn’t sure she did remember, but it was too complicated to explain.
‘Doraya, listen,’ Saban said. ‘You’ve melded with Fiami.’
She didn’t want to listen. Sleep was all she desired, and anyway, she didn’t know what Saban was talking about.
‘Fiami’s mind is in your mind,’ Goril said.
‘She’s in danger of blotting you out,’ Saban continued. ‘She doesn’t mean to. Fiami just doesn’t know her own strength.’
‘You need to resist.’ There was a pleading note in Goril’s voice. ‘Don’t let her consume you. Remember who you are, Doraya.’
Their voices sounded further and further away, as if she was falling slowly into soft, dark sleep.
‘Stay with us, Doraya.’
‘Doraya?’
* * * *
Goril laid Doraya’s unconscious form gently on the rumpled sheets, sat down beside her, and put his head in his hands. ‘We’ve lost her,’ he said, his heart contracting painfully.
Saban put her hand on his shoulder. ‘We don’t know that for sure. She’s sleeping because Fiami is sleeping, like children and young dragons.’
‘I’d forgotten that,’ Goril said slowly. ‘What happens when she wakes?’
‘We don’t know that, either.’ Alda stood behind Saban, leaning on his staff. ‘We’re most likely to be able to get through to her during her waking moments, or it might be possible to wake her a little before Fiami wakes.’
‘I will stay with her.’ Goril raised his head, a resolution forming in his mind. ‘I will not sleep. Then I can sense Fiami waking, and try to talk to Doraya.’
‘We will stay with you,’ Alda offered, but Goril shook his head.
‘Thank you, but no. I have brought Doraya to this point. I will bring her out of it, if I am able.’
Saban looked as if she disagreed with him, but she clamped her lips tightly together and turned to Alda for a decision.
‘Then we will visit again in the morning, if that is agreeable to you,’ Alda said.
‘I would be grateful.’
‘Call on us if you need us in the meantime,’ Saban said.
‘I will.’
Goril made sure Doraya was warmly wrapped in the blanket and threw another log on the fire. At last, some time to think. He recalled everything that had happened between him and Doraya since he saw her in King Panac’s dining hall just one short day ago. Yes, she had chosen to come with him. She had asked of her own free will just as women were supposed to do, but how much free will did she have, really, being beaten and half-starved? Was it in fact the act of a desperate woman?
As part of the dragon riders’ agreement not to seduce women, they had agreed not to say anything about the conditions in which their women lived. Goril knew some of the absurd rumours that had developed about dragon riders and their women, and it was galling to be unable to correct them.
Doraya turned in her sleep and flung out an arm. Goril was at her side in a heartbeat, but she showed no sign of waking, and he could tell that Fiami was still fast asleep. He made sure Doraya was fully covered, tucking the blanket around her slender frame before sitting down again by the fire.
There was no getting away from the feeling that Doraya’s plight was his fault. She hadn’t known what she was asking for when she said she wanted to be a dragon rider’s woman. Goril banged his fist on his knee in frustration. There had to be a better way.
Then again, to be fair to himself, Goril hadn’t known this could happen to Doraya. Alda, he remembered, had said he’d heard of it before. Goril made a mental note to ask Papa, next time he saw him, what he knew about the phenomenon.
For now, he had a job to do. He built up the fire, undressed, and slid under the blanket, moulding his body around Doraya’s. At least with Fiami asleep it was easier to ignore his desire for the beautiful woman in his arms. Plus, he’d never been turned on by someone unresponsive. That was one of the many wonderful things about Doraya. She was so quick to respond to his overtures, and had even begun to use her initiative.
Thinking such thoughts, he reproved himself, would not help him ignore his desires. He kissed Doraya’s cheek where her long lashes lay. Her green eyes had been so mesmerising, by turns watchful, m
ischievous, and dark with desire. Goril missed those eyes, and he didn’t think he would ever see them again. It was imperative, then, that he brought expression back into her golden ones.
Goril settled into a comfortable position and set himself to wait through the long night.
* * * *
The first thing Doraya felt when she awoke was a pressure in her head. Perhaps she could massage it away with her fingers. As she made her first drowsy movement, she became aware of something warm and comforting behind her.
‘Are you awake?’
It was Goril’s voice, speaking quietly. She realised she was naked beneath a blanket, and so was he. A flush of surprise and embarrassment warmed her chest and face. She had never woken up with someone else before.
‘Doraya?’
‘I’m awake…my head…’ She raised her fingers to her temples and tried to relieve the pressure.
‘It’s Fiami,’ he said. ‘Try to stay calm, and then we won’t wake her.’
‘I want her out of here.’ Doraya rubbed her forehead in an attempt to erase the dragon’s looming presence from her mind.
‘She’s waking. Don’t reject her. Welcome her, Doraya. Accept her, and hold on to your self.’
‘How?’ She felt enormous sorrow, and tears pushed their way over her eyelids and down her cheeks.
‘You are strong, Doraya.’ His voice was urgent now. ‘You have endured terrible things in your life. Find a way. I’ll help you in any way I can.’
Doraya didn’t know how to hold on to her self. She didn’t even know who she was. A kitchen wench, bullied and bruised, tired and hungry.
Hungry.
‘You’re hungry,’ Goril said.
How did he know? ‘Hungry,’ she said.
‘I’ll bring you food.’
Goril slid away from her. She tried to listen, to work out what he was doing, but the effort was too much, with hunger clawing at her belly. There was nothing but hunger. The whole world was made of hunger, and then someone put some food to her lips. She chewed and swallowed greedily and opened her mouth for more, feeding until she was sated.