The Drache's Love

Chapter 15, Cormac

I sat bolt upright in bed, in a panic, startling Avva from her slumber.

“You’ll be scryed!  They’ll know you’re here!”

She laughed.

“It’s not funny!”

“I can’t be scryed, love.  I formulated a spell to protect myself and my entire household from being spied upon in that manner.  So, no, they won’t know I’m here.”

I fell back onto the pillows, heaving a sigh of relief, and pulled her closer to me.  She had called me “love”.  I latched onto that solitary word, and my heart soared.  She rested her head on my chest a moment before lifting her blue eyes to mine.  I felt as if she were looking into my very soul.

“Maybe it would be better if they could scry me.  It would get the inevitable over with.”

“Have you lost your mind?  At the very least, that would ruin what little bit of time we’ve stolen to be together.  And at the most?  My head ends up on the chopping block.”

“I wouldn’t let that happen.  I’m...just not prepared to let you go.”

“We won’t think on that until it happens.”  I wasn’t prepared either.  And in that vein, us being here together was a mistake.  But I couldn’t waste the opportunity.  I loved this human, and it would kill me to let her go, but for now she was mine, and it was up to us to make the most of this time together.  It would do no good to dwell on what was yet to come.

“You know,” she said,changing the course of the conversation, “I have no idea how old you are.”

“I’m thirty-three.  And I have no idea how old you are.”

“I’m an old maid at twenty-five.”

“You could be one hundred, and you wouldn’t be old,” I said through my laughter.  That laughter soon died on my lips as I took in the intent way she was looking at me yet again.  She pressed her lips to mine, and I was lost.

I broke the kiss and pulled her astride me.  I wanted to see her.  Her hair was loose now, falling to her waist in onyx waves that would have been curls had her hair been shorter.  Her chest was heaving in anticipation.  I toyed with the laces on the front of her dress.  I wanted her out of it, but I wouldn’t rush her.  She then pulled one lace loose.  That was all the invitation I needed.  I deftly finished unlacing the dress, faster than I would have liked.  I wanted to savor every moment, but my excitement got the best of me.  I had been aching to see what that dress was hiding.  

With the dress loosened, I slid the sleeves down her arms, slowly, gradually revealing two creamy globes with puckered, dusky pink n*****s.  My imagination had not done them justice.  They were full, round and perky.  I couldn’t resist but to take them in my hands.  My hands were large, but her perfect breasts were just the right size.  When I teased those n*****s with my thumbs, Avva groaned.  That groan cued her own impatience.

When she leaned down to remove my tunic, I first took one, then the other breast in my mouth, toying with the pink buds with the fork in my tongue.  The fork in a Drache’s tongue had been created for such a time as this.  Her sharply indrawn breath only confirmed my theory.  It was only then that I allowed her to lift my tunic over my head, leaving me only in my ever tighter breeches.  I pulled her down to me, and claimed her mouth, her breasts crushed into my chest.  The feeling of our skin meeting in such a way was heady.  I knew she had to be soft to the touch, but I had never imagined her being this soft.

I rolled us without breaking the kiss.  Her hands went immediately to the laces on my breeches.  I didn’t try to stop her.  Turnabout was fair play.  With my breeches unlaced and loosened, she lost no time exploring my body with her hands.  They found my ass and squeezed, then traced up my back, breaking me out in goosebumps.  Our kiss stifled my own groan.  I ground my hips into hers before finally breaking the kiss.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she replied, adamantly.

And so, I slipped her dress the rest of the way down her hips revealing her perfect vee of silken curls.  I was ready to make good on my promise to taste her, but before I could, she had rolled us again.  My woman was strong, and her strength sent a fresh surge of heat to my already rock hard c**k.  It was her turn to finish undressing me, and she practically ripped my breeches off, revealing the arousal the minx had caused.  She pulled back a moment to take in the sight.

“You definitely have the bigger d**k,” she commented, before flicking the head with her tongue.  My hips bucked with a mind of their own, and I thought it was possible that my groan could be heard in the village.  Seeing my reaction, Avva took me into her mouth, going slowly up and down, while using her tongue to tease every inch of me.  I knew if I let her continue, I would explode in her mouth, and I wouldn’t be having that just now.  I was already trembling with my desire for her.  I wanted to feel her p***y tight around my c**k when I came for her.  And I wanted her to come over and over again.  So, I sat up, pulled her face to mine and plundered her mouth.  Now, I would taste her.

I stretched her out beneath me and slowly worked my way down, kissing along her collarbone and paying special attention to those perfect breasts, before dragging my fangs across her belly, and finally arriving at my destination.  I hooked her knees over my shoulders, and looked up, almost asking permission.  The lust in her eyes was all the go ahead I needed, and I dipped my head between her thighs, and began worshipping her slit.  She was dripping wet.  I dragged my tongue up her slit, before using the same technique I had on her n*****s on her c**t.  Her reaction was immediate.  When she bucked against my mouth, I plunged my tongue inside her.  She was so tight, I would need to take my time to make sure she was truly ready for my lovemaking.  Her legs were already trembling.

When I returned my attention to that most sensitive nub, she began to moan and gasp, and she threaded her fingers through my braids.  It didn’t take long for her to throw her head back and cry out in ecstasy.  I couldn’t wait any longer to be inside her, but I would stop if she told me to.  I wanted her to have no regrets, so I propped myself on my elbows, took her face in my hands and asked one more time.

“Are you sure?”

Her answer was to firmly grab my c**k and guide it toward her silken folds.  We never broke eye contact as we eased the head in, together.  She let my c**k go and pulled me down to her mouth.  She had just begun nibbling at my lower lip when I began to slowly slide myself deeper into her p***y, giving the tight little thing time to adjust to my size.  She pulled back and began panting.  Then, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and thrust her hips powerfully upwards, taking all of me down to the last inch.  Our eyes locked, and I shouted at the sensation of my d**k being completely encased in her.  It took all of my self control not to come at that instant.

I took a moment to gather my wits and to allow her to adjust further before I began to move inside her, slowly at first, and then building speed.  Avva moved her hips in time with mine, in a primal rhythm that neither of us had to be taught.  My eyes had never left hers, and I could tell she was nearing her second climax.  She increased our speed, all the while reflexively squeezing my c**k with her muscles.  Her p***y clamped down on me when she tumbled over that cliff, and I exploded.  

“MINE!!!”  I shouted, as I emptied my seed into her womb.  Never before had a female and I climaxed at the same time.  I was lost to her, there was no doubt.

I reclined and regarded her, reverently.  It was then that she brushed her lips against mine and whispered, “I am yours, for now, and for always.”

My heart clenched.  If only that could be true.  Unfortunately, that wasn’t her choice to make.  But knowing she wished it so caused the words I had meant to keep to myself to tumble out of my mouth.

“I love you, princess.”

She smiled, as if she had known all along, as tears welled in her eyes.

“And I love you, Drache.”