About a Dragon
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With a smile, he kissed her. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, tugging him closer. One of her long legs wrapped around his waist as he gently moved her to her back, his tongue lazily exploring the wet warmth of her mouth.
Sighing, her hands buried in his short hair, Morfyd teasingly sucked on his tongue, playfully torturing him with a mere taste of what she could do to his cock.
Pulling back slightly, he licked her lips. He could spend hours merely kissing this female. Although he was sure he couldn’t last hours. He pushed his erection against her mound and she groaned…then she froze. He felt the change in her down to his toes. Forcing himself fully awake, Brastias leaned back and stared down into Morfyd’s beautiful blue eyes. And that’s when he saw pure panic.
“Morfyd?”
“Oh, gods!” She pushed him off her with one good shove, and scrambled out from under him. Somewhere during the night, the majority of her clothes went missing. She grabbed up her robe and satchel.
“I…uh…” She looked at him one more time. “Well…see ya.” she screamed, her face flush with embarrassment and horror. Then she ran. He didn’t know the dragon could move that fast as human.
Brastias dropped back onto the hard, unforgiving ground and stared up at the two suns.
Stared and wondered when last he may have seen his leggings.
* * *
It was late morning when Talaith finally opened her eyes. The insistent knock at the door forcing her awake.
“Hold,” she squeaked.
She looked at Briec. On his stomach, his face turned away from her, Briec’s arm still held her captive at his side. She reached over and poked him with a finger. He didn’t even move. Not surprising. Not after last night.
She pushed his arm off and slowly swung her legs off the bed. She winced and shuddered from the pain. Her entire body sore and well-used, sticky from sweat and other fluids, she wasn’t sure she could actually make it to the door. After a few moments of sitting, she grabbed one of the furs from the bed and wrapped it around her. Shuffling slowly she made her way over to the door, unlocked it and let the servants in.
Like every morning since she’d been at Garbhán Isle, they brought hot water for her bath. She waited while they filled the tub and then she dismissed them.
Talaith closed the door and made her way to the tub. Dropping the fur at her feet, she stepped into it and eased herself into the water, her body screaming in protest the entire time. Once she was in, she dunked her head under the water and proceeded to scrub herself clean.
Her exhaustion bone deep, every muscle sore. Her lips, nipple, sex sensitive to the touch. She had no idea what happened last night, but she’d be feeling its effects for days.
Over and over again, Briec took her. He was relentless and she was demanding. Sometimes he’d take her four or five times in a row. As soon as he’d climax, he’d flip her over and, still erect, start again.
She wished she could say the whole thing was some kind of horrible experience, but she’d be lying. Except for the aftermath to her body and the accidental burning of her back during the night, she enjoyed every second, and quickly lost count of her climaxes. The few times he did stop, the break wouldn’t last long. And just as she began to slip into a deep sleep, he’d start kissing her again, f**king her again. Making her beg for everything he had to give.
Finally, when the first rays of the two suns peeked out, he’d climaxed one last time before passing out on top of her. Thankfully she had enough energy left to heave herself out from under him before dropping off to sleep as well, or he would have awoken to a crushed Talaith.
After soaking until the water turned cold, Talaith dropped herself from the tub and dried off. She bit her lip to keep her moans and groans in as her muscles screamed at all her movement. She knew enough of healing to know if she went back to bed, as much as she may want to, her body would cramp up and she would be unable to walk or do much of anything for days.
Somehow she managed to pull on a soft black dress, since the thought of anything touching her sex, even leggings, almost sent her into a crying tantrum. She brushed her hair off her face, and headed toward the Great Hall. She got halfway down the stairs when she stopped and sat down heavily, unable to go a step farther.
Talaith had no idea how long she was sitting there like that when Morfyd found her.
“Gods, sister. Are you all right?”
She couldn’t hold back the tears any longer…her entire body hurt more than she could say.
“No.” Talaith shook her head as tears streamed down her face.
Morfyd crouched beside her. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“My entire body hurts. I can’t walk.”
“You mean sore? Or something else?”
“Sore.” So very, very sore.
“All right. I’ve got something for that. Come, sister.” The witch slipped an arm around her waist and lifted her up. Being that she was actually a dragon, Talaith didn’t worry she might be too heavy for Morfyd. The female basically carried her to the Great Hall.
It surprised her to find it deserted. Usually, this time of morning, the Great Hall fairly buzzed with activity. But today it was merely the two of them.
“Where is everyone?”
Morfyd sat her in a chair at the dining table.
“Recovering, I suspect.”
“Something happened last night. What?”
“I don’t know. I passed out by the lake last night. I woke up with…um…I woke up and had no idea where I was or how I got there. Although I think I’m glad I left. I’d hate to think what would have happened if I were actually here.”
Sighing, her hands buried in his short hair, Morfyd teasingly sucked on his tongue, playfully torturing him with a mere taste of what she could do to his cock.
Pulling back slightly, he licked her lips. He could spend hours merely kissing this female. Although he was sure he couldn’t last hours. He pushed his erection against her mound and she groaned…then she froze. He felt the change in her down to his toes. Forcing himself fully awake, Brastias leaned back and stared down into Morfyd’s beautiful blue eyes. And that’s when he saw pure panic.
“Morfyd?”
“Oh, gods!” She pushed him off her with one good shove, and scrambled out from under him. Somewhere during the night, the majority of her clothes went missing. She grabbed up her robe and satchel.
“I…uh…” She looked at him one more time. “Well…see ya.” she screamed, her face flush with embarrassment and horror. Then she ran. He didn’t know the dragon could move that fast as human.
Brastias dropped back onto the hard, unforgiving ground and stared up at the two suns.
Stared and wondered when last he may have seen his leggings.
* * *
It was late morning when Talaith finally opened her eyes. The insistent knock at the door forcing her awake.
“Hold,” she squeaked.
She looked at Briec. On his stomach, his face turned away from her, Briec’s arm still held her captive at his side. She reached over and poked him with a finger. He didn’t even move. Not surprising. Not after last night.
She pushed his arm off and slowly swung her legs off the bed. She winced and shuddered from the pain. Her entire body sore and well-used, sticky from sweat and other fluids, she wasn’t sure she could actually make it to the door. After a few moments of sitting, she grabbed one of the furs from the bed and wrapped it around her. Shuffling slowly she made her way over to the door, unlocked it and let the servants in.
Like every morning since she’d been at Garbhán Isle, they brought hot water for her bath. She waited while they filled the tub and then she dismissed them.
Talaith closed the door and made her way to the tub. Dropping the fur at her feet, she stepped into it and eased herself into the water, her body screaming in protest the entire time. Once she was in, she dunked her head under the water and proceeded to scrub herself clean.
Her exhaustion bone deep, every muscle sore. Her lips, nipple, sex sensitive to the touch. She had no idea what happened last night, but she’d be feeling its effects for days.
Over and over again, Briec took her. He was relentless and she was demanding. Sometimes he’d take her four or five times in a row. As soon as he’d climax, he’d flip her over and, still erect, start again.
She wished she could say the whole thing was some kind of horrible experience, but she’d be lying. Except for the aftermath to her body and the accidental burning of her back during the night, she enjoyed every second, and quickly lost count of her climaxes. The few times he did stop, the break wouldn’t last long. And just as she began to slip into a deep sleep, he’d start kissing her again, f**king her again. Making her beg for everything he had to give.
Finally, when the first rays of the two suns peeked out, he’d climaxed one last time before passing out on top of her. Thankfully she had enough energy left to heave herself out from under him before dropping off to sleep as well, or he would have awoken to a crushed Talaith.
After soaking until the water turned cold, Talaith dropped herself from the tub and dried off. She bit her lip to keep her moans and groans in as her muscles screamed at all her movement. She knew enough of healing to know if she went back to bed, as much as she may want to, her body would cramp up and she would be unable to walk or do much of anything for days.
Somehow she managed to pull on a soft black dress, since the thought of anything touching her sex, even leggings, almost sent her into a crying tantrum. She brushed her hair off her face, and headed toward the Great Hall. She got halfway down the stairs when she stopped and sat down heavily, unable to go a step farther.
Talaith had no idea how long she was sitting there like that when Morfyd found her.
“Gods, sister. Are you all right?”
She couldn’t hold back the tears any longer…her entire body hurt more than she could say.
“No.” Talaith shook her head as tears streamed down her face.
Morfyd crouched beside her. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“My entire body hurts. I can’t walk.”
“You mean sore? Or something else?”
“Sore.” So very, very sore.
“All right. I’ve got something for that. Come, sister.” The witch slipped an arm around her waist and lifted her up. Being that she was actually a dragon, Talaith didn’t worry she might be too heavy for Morfyd. The female basically carried her to the Great Hall.
It surprised her to find it deserted. Usually, this time of morning, the Great Hall fairly buzzed with activity. But today it was merely the two of them.
“Where is everyone?”
Morfyd sat her in a chair at the dining table.
“Recovering, I suspect.”
“Something happened last night. What?”
“I don’t know. I passed out by the lake last night. I woke up with…um…I woke up and had no idea where I was or how I got there. Although I think I’m glad I left. I’d hate to think what would have happened if I were actually here.”
