The Drache's Love

Chapter 10, Avva

When I woke in Cormac’s arms, I didn’t know exactly what I was looking at.  That is, until I caught a faint shimmer reflecting a distant candle.  I suppose I should have screamed, but I was safe and I knew it.  And I was more comfortable and warm than I had been since training started.

But we would need to talk about it.  Of course, our training schedule didn’t allow for many private conversations.  That day, our dynamic was different, but I had expected as much.  I knew after the events of last night, there would be strangeness, but we would just have to work through it.  We made no more than small talk over our meals, and we both lost ourselves in training.  We happened to be training with staves that day, and I saw an opportunity to break the ice in some small way.  I swung my staff and took Cormac’s legs from under him.  He landed flat on his back, and looked up at me from the ground, more than a little miffed.

“There you go!  That’s the way to make the others think I have the bigger d**k, at least today,” I told him through a series of uncontrollable giggles.  He blinked once, twice and then exploded with laughter.  I wanted to join him on the ground and continue our laughing fit, but instead, I helped him up.  We were surrounded by too many eyes and ears.

That at least, reset us for the rest of the day.  The awkwardness may still have been there, but we were able to put it away, at least until we could discuss what had happened.  I felt brave enough to subtly flirt a bit over dinner, and Cormac was quick to catch on.  He seemed pleased and paranoid all at once.  When we retired to the barracks, we took up our usual seats around the fire.  I had hoped this would be our opportunity to have that all important conversation, but Borglum and Fridthor joined us to discuss the day’s training and to just shoot the bull.  But I refused to go to sleep without talking to Cormac.  And, for that matter, I was loathe to sleep alone, so I bided my time.  As we all retired to bed, I took note of those closest to us who were already sleeping.  Fridthor and Borglum slept on the other end of the barracks, and as luck would have it, the soldiers immediately surrounding us were already asleep.

I waited a few minutes in my own bed before slipping into bed with Cormac.  He’d had his back facing me, so I put my arm over his waist and kissed his shoulder.  He turned toward me, with a concerned look on his face, but he cradled my face with one giant hand and stroked my cheek with a thumb anyway.

“What are you doing?  Are you crazy?  Someone will see,” he whispered.

“They’re all asleep.  We’ll be careful.  I just want to sleep with you.  You stopped my nightmare dead in its tracks last night.  I’ve never felt so safe,” I whispered back.  I had no intention of telling him, however, that he had taken up residence in my heart.  At least, not any time soon.  He had come to my rescue where no one had been able to before.

“What happened with that anyway?”

“For as long as I can remember, I’ve had this recurring nightmare.  I don’t know where I am, I’m just surrounded by fighting creatures.  That is, until I came here and met you.  Last night was the first time I’ve had a nightmare since training began.  Instead of the creatures fighting all around me, we were fighting together, against other humans, and we were losing.  The opposing humans seemed possessed by demons.  Fridthor fell before me.  Borglum exploded into gravel.  The last thing I remember about the battle was me falling, and Mauricio standing over me, sword raised, ready to strike the killing blow.  But then, you came from behind and took his head off with one fell swoop of your scimitar.  Then everything else faded away, and it was only us.  I think that must have been when you comforted me,” I explained quietly.

He thought for a moment.  “I think we should definitely keep an eye on Mauricio.  I don’t trust him.  He just...rubs me the wrong way.”

“Me, too.”

Then, I couldn’t resist any longer.  I tentatively pressed my lips to his.  I had wanted to kiss this Drache all day, and kiss him for real, but I wouldn’t pressure him into something he didn’t want, or wasn’t ready for.  But it was Cormac who deepened the kiss, and pulled me tighter to him.  I held on for dear life, and never wanted to let go.  He teased my lips with his forked tongue.  I parted my lips, and he took the invitation, gently.  Lovingly, perhaps.  I quashed that train of thought immediately.  He nipped at my bottom lip with those fangs before pulling away, leaving me dazed and yearning for more.

“If we don’t stop now, we won’t be able to keep anything quiet.  Sleep, princess.”

“Your wisdom can be really annoying.  Especially when I know you’re right.  G’night, Drache,” I said before I gave him another quick kiss.  I rolled away so he could pull me closer to his chest.  He rested his chin on top of my head and did exactly that.  I shifted my hips back toward him, and my eyes snapped open.  He eased back just enough that I could no longer feel what had driven any of my drowsiness away.  I knew what happened when a man was aroused, but I had never had a close encounter of any kind with said arousal.  While his balls may truly not be made of iron, his c**k was made of steel.

And I made a deliberate choice not to think about the size of that steel c**k.