Ride the Dragon : Hot Sex Mystic Fantasy (2 page)

He was
kneeling in-between her legs and she kicked at him, hooked her ankles behind
his thighs and tried to pull him down to her. “Yes, damn you, yes! Get in me!”

She
looked down the length of her naked body and could just see his crotch, could
see the bulk of his erection, stiff and ready. It was different than a man’s.
Larger, to be sure, but also it had small bumps along the shaft that were like
fleshy scales, and that aroused her sensitive areas like nothing else she could
imagine. In the dark of her room she had tried to do to herself what he could
do with his dick. She had tried any number of toys sold to her by a very
discreet saleswoman, and none of them had ever completed her the way the
texture of Vonor’s dick could.

He
touched the tip of his erection to her wet, sorely wanting cleft. But he held
back and would not enter her. She tried to make him, tried to force her body up
onto his, and still he teased her with that gentle pressure on her opening when
what she wanted was him to rock her hard and fast.

“Do me!”
she yelled out loud, tears in her eyes. “Damn you, Vonor, do me!”

“Say it,”
he said to her.

She
gasped. “No! I will not. Not this time.” She twisted and screamed and shifted
and tried everything she could to get him in her and nothing worked. “Fine!
Fine! Please, do me! Is that what you want? You want me to beg for it! Please,
Vonor, I need you, I need you in me.”

His smile
was triumphant and teasing. “Say my name.”

She
whispered it, holding herself still except for the trembling she could not stop
as she felt him push harder on her. “Vonor.”

“Louder,”
he commanded.

“Vonor!”
The last of his name became a high-pitched, mindless cry, as his cock slid into
her bit by bit until she had taken in as much of him as she could, her vagina
pushed wide, painfully holding him in, her mind losing track of where the pain
ended and the pleasure began and vice versa.

And she
came again.

Even as
her muscles were fluttering on him, he was moving in her, pumping into her, and
it was everything she could do just to remember where she was as he did her,
pumped her, and time and space and reality lost all meaning in the glow of his
sex.

The first
time he had fucked her, she had bled for a day. He had been very apologetic and
had waited until she was healed and ready before he did her again. What he
didn’t know, was that she wasn’t fully healed from him when she came back
insisting he do her again. She had just wanted it that badly.

Now, he
forced her hard, but not as hard as he could have, she knew. He knew she could
only take so much, and she knew she wanted to be pushed to her limits and past
them.

His hands
explored her body now, letting go of her arms now that his body was pinning her
down. She could feel his tail rubbing over her legs, up the sides of her ass
cheeks, could feel his breath in her hair and smell his musky scent and it all
combined inside of her in one small but growing point of emotion and feeling and
that point grew until she knew she couldn’t hold it anymore and it was going to
blow out of her and she couldn’t stop it and she didn’t want to stop it and
then it was happening and she felt everything that she was going out of her in
that one orgasm that happened at the same time that Vonor roared into the night
air and she felt his cock pulse inside of her until she couldn’t tell which
vibrations were from her orgasm and which were from his.

It was
some time later when she came to herself, when her heart rate slowed and her
breathing evened out and her eyes focused on Vonor’s smiling face above her.
His eyes sparkled in the light from the lamps overhead. His sleek skin shone.

And she
wanted him again.

She knew
that would come, later. They almost always did each other twice in the nights
she came to him. There had been a third many times. But not now. Not until her
body had recovered enough for her to enjoy it.

Her hands
played over his chest, feeling the smoothness of his skin. He was still in her,
and still hard enough to be comfortably arousing. She twisted her hips a
little, squeezing herself on him.

He sucked
in a breath as she did. It made her smile to know she could affect him so.

“Vonor,”
she asked suddenly. “Do dragons love?”

He
chuffed at her and twisted his head to one side. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,
do dragons form…relationships? Do they pair with each other? Do they, you know,
attach themselves to one person for life?”

“Ah,” he
said simply. He pulled away from her now, drawing his dick out of her quickly
enough that she had to bite her lip to keep from shouting out loud. Sitting up,
he regarded her, one arm across his knee. “You are a very good lay, and a fine
companion for me on the nights we meet. Isn’t that enough?”

It had
been, when she walked here tonight. Before that, she had looked forward to
their one night a week rendezvous, and been content to live her life without
him the rest of the week. But now, she had a crazy thought in her head. And she
knew it was crazy. But she entertained it anyway.

“What if
it wasn’t? Enough, I mean?” She sat up now too, her legs still wobbly. “What if
there were more for us?”

His mouth
sneered at her. “I am the hated King of the Dragons and killer of men. You are
the sacrifice I have required to keep from devastating your lands. What more
could there possibly be for us?”

She
swallowed and said it before she lost her nerve. “Love? Could there be love?”

Vonor’s
face fell. She had never seen him look this sad. “I had a love once. She was a
beautiful dragon. Gold colored, feisty, beautiful big wings. You would have
liked her.” He looked up at the darkening sky and at the first few stars. “And
then the humans took her from me. I don’t know that I can love again. Ever.”

She went
to him, put her arms around him. “We could try,” she said.

He held
her tightly to him and she felt the rumble of his heart against her own chest.

Then he
spoke, low and earnest. “I don’t think so, angel-mine. We have what we have.
Call that love, if you will. Or call it something less. But with you, I think
that I shall find the only contentment that I will ever know. Be satisfied with
that, and let me be satisfied as well.”

She was
glad that her face was buried into his neck, so that he couldn’t see her
expression. If this was all they would ever be to each other, than it would
have to do, for her and for him.

At least,
for now.