by Leela Ash
She lifted her head in surprise, her gaze clinging to his in disbelief.
He nodded emphatically. “It’s the truth, Kitten. And I’ve never said that to any woman.”
She grinned, “Kiss me again.”
His eyes lit with a wicked flame and he grabbed her around the waist and rolled, bringing her to rest beneath him on the bed.
She laughed up at him, “For someone in a lot of pain a while ago, you sure recovered fast.”
He chuckled as he bent to take her lips. The moment his mouth touched hers, all humor fled and they held onto each other tighter and tighter. Their hands were encircled around each other’s bodies as he kissed her deeper and deeper.
His mouth left hers to explore the soft skin of her neck before sliding lower to her chest. One large masculine hand drifted beneath the soft cotton of her blouse and shoved the material upwards. He bent his lips to the exposed nipple of her breast and she sighed in pleasure.
Her hands encircled his huge frame, urging him on with moans of pleasure as he began to touch her in places no one ever had.
A thought intruded and she tensed a little in his arms, “What about if Klyana comes in?”
He looked down at her, his eyes blazing into hers, “That’s a legit concern. She can hear thoughts so locking the door won’t help. All she would have to do is listen in and hear my wicked thoughts and she would know at once what’s going on. Besides she could probably make me levitate off you even through a closed door,” he added.
Kathy burst out laughing at how chagrined he sounded. Then she cupped a hand tenderly to his cheek, “What thoughts would Klyana hear if she listened to your mind right now?”
His gaze deepened, became more tender and loving as it stroked her from head to toe.
“She would hear how much I want to taste your nipple again,” he began, bending his head to do just that.
A hiss of breath escaped Kathy and she arched her back helplessly, offering him more of her.
“She would hear how much I wanted to taste your second nipple to see if it was as rosy and delicious as the first.”
His lips moved to the second breast.
“She would hear how much I wanted to lick your stomach and navel,” he whispered suiting words to action. “And, how much I wanted to make my lips travel all the way down to the juncture of your thighs,” he continued, drifting lower.
Kathy shifted restlessly, her legs shuffling and spreading for him as he lifted her long skirt to bunch around her waist and shifted her panties to one side. He flicked a finger experimentally along her wetness, and Kathy’s eyes widened in a mixture of alarm and surprised pleasure.
No one had ever touched her there.
Ignoring her surprise, Drake murmured, “She would know how badly I need to taste you now.”
His mouth covered her clitoris and she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as she began to undulate against him.
Drake flicked his tongue in light, rapid strokes against the sensitive nub of her clitoris and she moaned, reflexively delving her hands into his hair and holding him against her pussy.
He twisted his head this way and that, and the warmth of his mouth sent yet another sensation ricocheting through her slim frame.
Kathy was beside herself, humming and moaning as pleasure overtook her. “Please don’t stop,” she moaned.
“I won’t,” Drake promised as he moved his lips up and down her sweet, soft pussy.
Pleasure pooled in her lower abdomen, tension building as an invisible core in her tightened, tightened, and threatened to rupture. Kathy spread her legs impossibly wider, enjoying the unfamiliar sensations Drake was evoking between her legs. Then just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore and something surely had to give, he lifted his head.
Keening disappointment spread through her at that loss of sensation and she opened her eyes.
Drake was tearing at his zipper with supernatural speed. He freed himself immediately and Kathy’s eyes widened in alarm. He was huge! His penis was fat, thick, and so long she couldn’t tamp down a feeling of fear and excitement as she looked at it.
He saw her staring at it and he reached out and caressed her cheek gently as he promised, “I’ll be gentle.”
Drake knelt onto the bed, between her spread legs his gaze melding with hers as he positioned her legs wider. His hands reached between her legs and ripped the crotch of her panties. The sound of tearing fabric was as loud as a gunshot in the relative stillness of the room and Kathy tensed as reality intruded.
What was she doing? This was forbidden for both of them. He was a dragon and she was a witch. There could never be anything between them, she thought trembling slightly. The ancient feud had been carried on for centuries and they could never be together.
There could never be anything between them.
But what if there could be? No matter how brief, what if there could be? Even if all she got was right now, she knew she would treasure it forever. Thanks to her powers, no man could ever be intimate with her without her powers unleashing themselves in vengeance and destroying him. But for some reason, Drake was the one man who could kiss her and even touch her without being destroyed. He was… immune to her, in a good way.
As though he sensed her thoughts, he paused, “We don’t have to do this Kathy.”
His eyes drifted shut and he cursed under his breath. Then he opened them to reveal frustrated longing. “I can’t believe I’m saying this and this probably means I have to hang up my playboy spurs because I’m no longer worthy of the name. but the thing is, we cannot have sex if you’re not ready. I mean I appreciate that this is your first time, so we can stop.”
That was just what she’d needed to hear, she realized as the last of her inhibitions fell away. This was Drake and she loved him as she had never loved anyone else. It was only fitting that her first and probably last sexual encounter be with him.
Her eyes locked with his as she slowly lifted one foot and placed it atop his thigh. He looked at the foot and then at her. She drifted it upwards, with tantalizing slowness until it nudged his navel. Then her gaze still locked with his, the foot drifted to the side and then curved itself around his waist.
The invitation was impossible to mistake and he cursed under his breath and leaned over her at once. His penis brushed against her soft pussy and the top of his head almost exploded.
Slowly he placed the tip at her wet entrance, rubbing it around and around until their juices were mixed deliciously. Then with excruciating slowness, he pushed the tip into her.
She was so tight; tighter than any pussy he had ever entered. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he strained into her soft wetness being careful not to hurt her.
“You’re so sweet and tight and so delicious, I could eat you,” he whispered, licking her cheek and drawing a breathless laugh from her throat.
Her hands were holding onto his forearms which were positioned on either side of her to hold his weight off her. “If you ate me all up there would be no me anymore,” she laughed.
“Then I’d bring you back up out of my stomach and eat you again,” he assured her.
She laughed again, delighted with his nonsense talk.
Drake thrust the head of his penis a little in and moved it a little out. A little in and then moved it a little out. He was going to hurt her, he knew. And his heart wrenched at the thought of seeing pain in her liquid green eyes.
His penis reached the barrier of her hymen and he froze, looking down into her wide, trusting eyes.
He withdrew completely. This was a terrible idea. He could only offer her pain; now and later. If she made love with him now she would end up hurt and he would end up feeling like a pariah.
He started to lever off her when she moved, thrusting her hips upwards towards his dick.
Her eyes searched his and then she breathed, “Please, make love to me, Drake. I want to see what it feels like. Just— just once! I want to feel a man’s touch without destroying him. Just once.”
/> His gaze locked with hers, unable to deny her, he returned his dick to her entrance and with one sure thrust, he buried himself in her to the hilt. Her scream was sharp and piercing but luckily he moved with supernatural speed and covered her mouth with his own, effectively swallowing her scream.
He began to kiss her as his hips started to move. She moaned, her body shaking as he made love to her. His penis was so long and fat, filling her completely and sensitizing every inch of her insides. He stroked deep, touching her in places she didn’t even know she had.
She moaned, her hips undulating beneath him as he fucked her. He increased his tempo, raising himself on one elbow and covering one of her breasts with his large palm. Her hands shook as she managed to cling to him, thrust about on the waves of the tempest he had created.
“Drake, oh Drake. I never imagined this,” Kathy groaned.
He leaned down to kiss her, pausing in his thrusting. “You’re so sweet,” he told her. “You’re so incredibly sweet.”
He continued hammering away at her pussy, his thrusts deeper, faster, bolder. He shifted and she suddenly stiffened, her eyes widening as she felt impaled. He noticed and adjusted his position. Then he lifted her hand and slowly carried it to her clitoris.
Surprise flared in her eyes and he grinned, “I want to see you pleasure yourself. Trust me.”
The moment her fingers touched her clitoris, Kathy gasped at the strange sensation. Experimentally, she rolled her finger in tight little circles on her pulsing clitoris ad in a heartbeat, more pleasure rushed out to pool at the juncture of her thighs. Panting with excitement, she began to flick her clit as he fucked her. Moaning aloud now, she used her left hand to caress her left breast slowly; squeezing and rubbing while she rolled the third finger of her right hand over her clitoris again. In seconds, she was hot all over, set on fire by a thousand sensations.
He increased his tempo, and she helplessly raised her hips to match his rhythm and she was helpless to stop the onslaught of pleasure he had unleashed. Suddenly, the dam burst and she was peaking and trembling with ecstasy as she shattered into a million pieces in his arms.
He continued thrusting through her orgasm until he too flung back his head, groaning and grinding against her as ecstasy rent him and shook his powerful frame. He threw back his head, helplessly releasing a powerful growl and she moaned again, her body quickening and incredibly, tightening as another release arched through her like a bow. She poured out juices from her pussy, sensitizing him even further.
With a growl he peaked too and screamed her name as he poured his entire juices straight into her waiting pussy, gasping and groaning, the sounds almost animal.
Unable to control himself, a spurt of fire escaped his eyes, slamming into the pillow near her head. He groaned again and then pulled out of her to hastily beat out the fire with his hands.
As the smoke rose, she eyed the burnt pillowcase and then him, “Tell me you do not shoot fire out of your eyes every time you fuck a woman. I can imagine that would be difficult to explain to your… numerous women.”
He collapsed onto the bed beside her and gathered her in his arms. “Jealous?”
She rolled her eyes unwilling to admit her insecurity. He leaned down to kiss her, ridiculously pleased with himself and in the same motion dipped one long finger into her wet, willing pussy, slowly stroking in and out, mimicking the rhythm he had used with his penis.
Kathy moaned, her hands encircling his slick, sweaty body as her pussy started to pulse again with anticipation. Her vaginal walls clamped down eagerly on the intruding finger and in spite of herself, her hips undulated, seeking more pleasure.
He laughed, noting her eager response, “I want to make love to you again, Kathy. Will you take off all your clothes for me so I can see you?”
Before she could respond, she heard a piercing scream followed by a woman’s urgent voice which sounded remarkably like Kelly, “Drake are you home? Quick, it’s Klyana.”
11.
The world spun crazily on its axis as Kathy hurriedly righted her clothes, worry making her fingers move with frenzied speed.
Before she could even finish finger-combing her hair, Drake had zoomed out the door with his supernatural speed.
She raced down the stairs after him few seconds later, although it felt like an eternity and then she halted, stopping cold at what she saw.
Klyana lay on the floor in a bloody mess, surrounded by everyone from Drake’s family. Half of her face was seared and the smell of burnt flesh rent the air. Her clothes were a tangled mass of torn shreds and blood and her hair was matted with thick blood.
“Klyanaaaaaaaa” Kathy screamed in despair, sinking as though boneless, to her knees where she stood.
Drake’s head whipped around to face her and something in his eyes seemed to send a spark of warmth into her soul which was already filling with cold and dread.
Then he faced Klyana again. His voice was cold and flat as he announced, “This is Baxter’s work.”
Kathy’s head lifted and fury coursed through her as she opened her mouth and roared, wishing she could get her hands on Baxter for vengeance. Everyone in the living room, turned as one to watch her.
Drake rushed towards her, but her fury was already beyond her control. Her powers erupted in a flash, smacking him down and flinging him away from her. Her eyes turned pure red and she leaned back her head again and roared Baxter’s name.
Her entire body was trembling with anger and as though in a movie, her hair started to levitate off her back until the entire tangled mass was standing straight on end.
She roared again and the very house shook.
Joshua whispered, “It’s impossible. I don’t believe it.”
Everyone looked at him. Drake voiced the question urgently, “Believe what?”
“Oistrophe. The very first witch in history. She’s the only one who could do that. The Blood rage was her trademark and she could kill anyone anywhere in the world when she got into that state. No witch has ever done it again, but that there sure looks like the blood rage to me,” he finished.
Drake looked at Kathy. Her eyes were completely red as she stared off into something unseen. Her pupils had vanished and her eyes were red all through, including the parts which should have been the whites of her eyes. She lifted one hand, palm up, and slowly began to curve the fingers inwards as though to form a fist.
Joshua looked at Drake, “Believe me, Baxter’s choking wherever he is right now. She forms that fist fully, he dies.”
Drake didn’t wait to hear more. He catapulted towards Kathy and grabbed her hands to stop her. She shoved at him with superhuman strength but he stood his ground.
“Kathy, don’t kill him. I can cure her. She’s still alive and I can heal her,” Drake whispered urgently.
She didn’t seem able to hear him. Her teeth were gritted as she struggled against his hold.
“Come on Kitten, look at me. Look at me. It’s me, it’s Drake. I can heal Klyana,” he shouted now, shaking her vigorously.
She didn’t respond still. Her hands were still struggling to thrust him away so she could finish off Baxter.
Desperately, Drake took her lips in a kiss. He forced his tongue into her mouth, silently willing her to remember him.
It worked. She started to kiss him back and then she collapsed against him as the red haze lifted and her eyes regained their lively green color.
Drake sighed with relief as he lowered her onto a cushion, letting a small rechargeable fan blow onto her face. He turned to face Klyana and slowly placed a hand onto her chest and shut his eyes.
A small hiss of pain escaped him as he started to absorb her injuries and in less than five minutes she was completely healed.
Klyana opened her eyes dully, her gaze searching around her. “Kathy?” she whispered.
“Just take it easy ma’am,” Drake said, helping her seat up. “She is… resting.”
Klyana looked at him, “The dragons. They didn’
t hurt her, did they?”
He shook his head, “She um, she noticed you were hurt and she, um… well, let’s just say she didn’t take it well.”
Klyana sighed as she let him raise her to her feet. She went to sit beside Kathy, stroking the girl’s arm and trying to wake her.
“I’m alright my girl,” she said. Then she froze, “What’s this?”
Drake peered around her to see the blood dripping out of Kathy’s ear. Klyana looked up at him, “What happened to her?”
Drake swallowed, “Joshua believes it to be the blood rage.”
Klyana was stupefied. Then she looked down at Kathy with something like reverence in her gaze. “So it’s true then.”
Joshua and others edged forward.
“What’s true?” Drake demanded.
“She is the reincarnation of Oistrophe. It’s how she never had to learn witchcraft; it’s how she was born with her powers; it’s how she does things other witches can never even dream of,” Klyana breathed.
Her eyes were shining when she looked up at Drake, “We couldn’t have asked for a better person to help heal the veil. Why, the first time the veil between the worlds was created, Oistrophe was there to help. It’s only fitting that she helps heal it now.”
Drake nodded, not understanding the import of what he had heard.
Klyana rose to her feet, easily reading his mind as she fixed him with a cool stare. “Do you really understand me, dragon? Only enemies can come together to heal that rift so it’s important that you and Kathy stay enemies otherwise that tear will never be healed.”
Drake frowned, his every fiber of being rejecting that notion.
He couldn’t be enemies with Kathy when he already liked her, he thought. His gaze cut to her and he managed not to lose his meal as he glared at Klyana, “You and I were supposed to heal the damn thing. She only came along as a second.”
“True. But no one can hate dragons more than Oistrophe, after all. Her first true love was killed by a dragon. I guarantee if she heals the veil with you, nothing would be able to tear it again. Except perhaps a love as strong as your hate.”