The Drache's Love

Chapter 12, Avva

When I woke the morning after Mauricio’s dismissal, I was grumpy to say the least.  I hadn’t slept but what felt like a very few minutes.  Cormac seemed to be in just as dire straits as I.  I doubted kaffee would do anything for the fatigue today.

We slogged through our morning routine, and dragged ourselves to the training grounds for our morning run.  We were surprised, when instead of running, Melkree told us all to gather round.

“The entire company has been granted a three day furlough.  You’ve earned it.  Our new recruit will be here when you return, so be prepared to help him catch up, and quickly.  Now, enjoy your furlough!”

Cormac and I locked eyes.  I didn’t want to spend three days without him.  I would spend the whole time scrying to make sure he was okay.  He waited until the others were far enough away before speaking.

“Avva, would you like to come home with me?”  My breath caught.  Was he as loathe to be separated as I?

“I...yes.  Very much.  How do we pull it off?”

“We leave at separate times, and in different directions.  Make sure you wear a hooded cloak.  I’ll leave through the city’s South gate, and take the most direct route to it.  I’ll wait for you in the woods just outside the city.  You leave ten minutes after me and take a longer path.  Agreed?”

“Agreed,” I answered, my smile as wide a canyon, “now, let’s not waste any more time.”

He took my hand as we headed for the barracks.  This was one adventure I couldn’t wait for to truly begin.

I finally made my way into the treeline outside of the city.  I was glad of the cloak.  The crisp autumn air had already turned my cheeks a bit red, I imagined.  I saw my Drache a bit further ahead in a glade, and my heart leapt into my throat.  I didn’t know what to expect.

I knew he could hear me as I approached, but he waited until the last minute to turn.  My heart was racing as he looked me over from head to toe.  I had changed into a simple dress to be less conspicuous, but I had chosen this particular one for the lacing on the front, and I had laced the dress tight enough that I would appear to be a common barmaid to anyone who didn’t know me.  And my cleavage was where his eyes held.  I was nervous, and my heaving breasts were proof.  This was the first time we had been truly alone.

“My princess,” he breathed, reverently.  After making sure we were truly alone, he picked me up by the waist, pinned me against a tree and claimed my mouth, all in one swift movement.  I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck.  His kiss was hungry, and almost punishing, as if he had unleashed every bit of s****l frustration he had felt over the last weeks and channeled into this one kiss.  This time, he didn’t bother to hide his arousal.  His forked tongue plundered my mouth, claiming it as his own.  And I gave it, willingly. 

He grazed my bottom lip with his fangs as he moved his hands from my waist to my thighs.  As he began to slowly move his hands upwards, I ground my hips into his.  It was if they had a mind of their own.  When he reached my bare ass, he broke the kiss, and pulled back, startled.  I had intentionally, and quite shamefully neglected underthings, but no shame did I feel.

“Not here, not now.  I won’t have our first time be like this,” he breathed.

I whimpered.  He seemed to have more control of himself than I did.  

“I won’t leave you wanting, princess, don’t worry.”

He took my mouth again, but only briefly.  He trailed kisses down my neck before dragging his fangs across my breast and then burying his face in my cleavage.  He returned to my mouth and slowly began grinding his c**k against my most sensitive nub.  The friction was exquisite.  He drew a finger across my slit, discovering for himself the evidence of the arousal he had caused.  He pulled back again and gave me a satisfied grin before he slid one finger inside me and flicked my nub.  I gasped, then groaned as I bucked against him.  I stretched forward to claim his mouth for myself, but he wouldn’t let me.  He wanted to watch my face, I realized, as he inserted a second finger.  I bucked again, aiming to get those fingers deeper.

He began attending to my nub with that rough thumb, and pumping those fingers in and out of me, slowly at first, and then gradually building speed, all the while watching my face.  He paused his ministrations.  I groaned, frustrated at his lack of motion.  A sensation that I couldn’t describe any other way than ecstasy had been building inside of me, and there was a precipice that I was racing toward.

“I will taste these lips too, princess,” he murmured and began those motions again.  The mental image of his emerald face between my thighs, and the thought of his forked tongue replacing his thumb sent me hurtling over the precipice.  Cormac took my mouth once more and muffled my screams of pleasure as I exploded.  I had never known anything like it.

When the explosion had calmed, we looked at each other, panting.

“What about you?”  I could still feel his c**k pressing against my sensitive flesh.

“Good things come to those who wait, princess.”

He kissed me one last time, before gently placing me back on the ground and helping me smooth my skirts.  

He held out his hand to me, “My princess?”

“My Drache,” I replied, taking it.

And so, off I headed into the woods with this Drache whom I loved.