The Dragon in the Stone (11 page)

“
That’s
it, little dragon, you will take this for me, and no touching. Use your mouth
and tongue, only. Yes, so fucking
good
.”

His cock pulsed, and yet more of his essence slid
down her throat. On impulse Rhonda added her teeth and grazed them along the
silky skin when he pulled out. His dragon roared again, and letting go of her
wrists, he buried his hands in her hair, and fucked her mouth in earnest.
Rhonda relaxed her throat muscles, reveling in the feeling of his possession,
the way his eyes closed in ecstasy when she hummed around his dick, and
swallowed around the head of his shaft as he pushed in deep. The need to touch
him consumed her, and with her hands now free, she wrapped them around the base
of his shaft and fondled his heavy balls. They jumped under her fingertips, and
Drorgan’s movements grew frantic, as he ruthlessly fucked her mouth. The bed
bounced, and Rhonda’s nostrils flared with the need for oxygen, as his balls
drew up tight to his body. His cock grew harder, pulsed underneath her tongue,
thus giving her scant warning, before Drorgan’s shout rang in her ears, and he
shot his seed down the back of her throat.

Rhonda did her best to swallow it all, and gasped
for air when Drorgan withdrew and spurted the rest of his never ending cum over
her throat and breasts, until she was thoroughly marked by the hot, pearly
liquid. It left a fiery trail of his possession on her body.

“
Look
at me, girl.”

Drorgan yanked her hair to make her comply, and
tears filled her eyes at the welcome pain. Seeing the man she loved stroke the
last drops of his cum out of his cock, his gaze a smoldering inferno of need
focused on her tits had to be one of the most erotic moments of her life. She
lifted her hand to wipe away the sticky trail of cum that ran down the side of
her mouth, and Drorgan shook his head.

“
No,
I want to see you dripping in my essence, marked for all to see and know that
you’re my mate.” Letting go of her hair he got off her, and in the next instant
he flipped her over onto her front. The air whooshed out of her lungs, and
Rhonda mewled when he grasped her arms and pulled them behind her back.

“
My
very naughty mate.” Something about the way he said those words, made every
muscle in her body clench, and her pussy do the freaking samba. How it was
possible for her to still be horny, she couldn’t fathom, but the dark,
delicious threat in his voice set her alight from the inside out, especially
when he pulled at the rope holding the curtain off his bed, and proceeded to
tie it around her wrists. Every sharp pull nudged her anticipation of what was
yet to come higher.

“
I
told you not to touch me, yet my naughty little dragon did so anyway.” He
murmured the words while continuing to wrap the ropes around her forearms.
Every sensuous slide of the rough hemp across her skin awakened new nerve
endings. The fine hair on her arms stood to attention, and her breathing
hitched when he wrapped his hand in her hair and pulling her head back, kissed
her.

Drorgan claimed her mouth with an intensity and
sense of purpose that left her in no doubt of his intentions. As passionate and
demanding as that kiss was, imprinting him on her senses, it also spoke of his
concern. As did the careful way he ran his fingertips under the rope
restraining her, before he kissed his way up to her ear. Licking around the
outer shell, he bit down lightly, and she could feel his smile when she
groaned.

“
Comfortable
there, little dragon?” he asked, and Rhonda’s heart went into overdrive, when
their gazes locked. Drawn into the mesmerizing flames swirling in his eyes, she
managed nothing but a strangled groan of acknowledgement, before he brought the
rope around her neck, and then tied it off on her arms somewhere.

“
How
about now?” His smile was pure wickedness itself, and Rhonda shut her eyes as
adrenaline flooded her system. With her hands and arms tied together behind her
back and connected to the rope around her neck, she didn’t dare move. Hardly
dared to breathe, because the slightest move shifted what felt like a lethal
noose around her neck.

“
Lift
that delightful behind of yours, and spread your knees while you do so. I want
to see my cunt dripping for me.” His large hands maneuvered her effortlessly to
where he wanted her, all the while assessing the rope, and making sure it
didn’t tighten too much around her neck.

“
Breathe,
little one. I don’t want you passing out ...
yet.”

Rhonda gasped for air, surprised to see that she
could do so easily, and hot puffs of air ghosted across her exposed pussy lips,
when Drorgan laughed at her reaction.

“
That’s
my girl. Did you think I would tie you in so hard that you wouldn’t be able to
breathe?”

“
No
… maybe … I … ow.”

The swat to her ass came from nowhere, and Ronda
collapsed back onto the bed with the sheer force behind it. Two more just as
hard swats to the other cheek followed, and then Drorgan yanked her back to her
knees while pushing her upper torso into the covers.

“
Wrong
answer, my dragon mate. I would never do something to harm you. Torture you a
bit, until you’re a screaming, fucking mess, and then claim your ass, of
course, I’ll fucking enjoy that. But never harm you.” He slid his thick digits
through her wet pussy lips as he spoke, and brought those fingers right up to
the tight ring of muscle guarding her butt. When he pushed what felt like his
moisture slickened thumb through her anus, Rhonda couldn’t hold back her moan.
Lord help her that shouldn’t feel that good, should it?

The forbidden thrill of what he was doing to her
while he flicked her clit with his free hand, and started to thrust that thumb
in and out of her tight asshole made her tingle in need all over, and she
flexed her hips to seek more of that arousing pressure.

“
Hmm,
you like this, I see. Time to ramp this up a bit then.”

Rhonda had no time to wonder what he meant by that,
because in the next instant several hard openhanded swats to her behind set her
ass on fire.
 
The feel of his hairy
thighs sliding against hers as he got behind her, presumably to stop her from
collapsing again as he wrapped one arm around her waist, and continued to
pummel her behind, was like a swarm of beestings across her oversensitive
flesh.

Every few swats he stopped to massage the hot flesh
his hand had connected with to such devastating effect, dipped his fingers back
into her pussy and then took her arousal up to her asshole working it into the
tight muscle.

Rhonda lost count as he repeated the action until
he could slide several fingers into her ass. Rhonda clenched around them, her
body shaking in need, as he finger-fucked her ass, while sucking her hugely
extended clit into his mouth. He seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. Her fuzz
for brains mind couldn’t comprehend how he was doing anything anymore, too
caught up in the pleasure pain sensations assaulting her.

When Drorgan bit down hard on the oversensitive nub
in his mouth, Rhonda tumbled into her most intense orgasm yet. Opening her
mouth to release some of the tension rocking through her body as the waves
peaked, nothing came out, as tremors shook her, and then blunt pressure against
her anus made her gasp anew.

Drorgan was back, holding her up with one arm,
while murmuring instructions into her ear.

“
Let
go, little dragon, breathe, let me in. That’s it. Open up for me … fuck, you’re
so deliciously tight. Push … yes … breathe, I’m in.”

Panting for breath, Rhonda made a keening sound at
the back of her throat, as the pressure in her ass became unbearable.
Previously unused muscles stretched to the very limits of their capacity, while
Drorgan continued his careful advance into her body. When at long last his
balls hit her clit, sending yet more shockwaves through her system, Rhonda
gasped in delight.

Never in her life had she felt so stretched, so
full, so aroused and hovering on the brink of yet another release, had felt so
connected to anyone in her life before. Drorgan let out a shaky breath, as
though he, too, was feeling this moment, and his voice had lost some of its
usual authority when he spoke again.

“
That
feels fucking incredible. You’re incredible, my little dragon, and I’m so
owning this ass. Tell me you’re mine, sweetheart.” He kissed her shoulder
blades, and bringing one arm round linked his fingers with hers on top of the
covers, as he slowly pulled his cock out her ass, only to sink back into its
depths. The sensation that sprang out from that move took her breath away, and
her pussy clenched in desperate need, as she struggled to form the words.

“
Yes.”

Drorgan thrust again, slightly more powerfully this
time, and Rhonda screamed her delight.

“
Yes,
what?” he asked, while finding a steady thrust in retreat rhythm that meant she
was coming again.

“
Yes,
God, I’m going to come… Yes … argh. I’m yours.”

As though those had been the words he’d been
waiting for, Drorgan went wild, and Rhonda lost herself to the raw, animalistic
coupling as she screamed her orgasm. On and on it went, until at long last
Drorgan stiffened above her. Pulling her up on her knees, he slid further into
her ass, while he emptied himself into her body with hoarse shout of completion
that shook the windows, before his legs seemed to give way underneath him.
Rolling them both so that they were on their sides, with her body still
clenching around the base of his shaft, he pulled her close, and held her.

When their breathing had finally returned to normal
and the spots floating in her vision cleared, he withdrew his softening penis
from the tight clasp she still had on it. The action made her wince, and
Drorgan murmured an apology, claiming her mouth in breathtaking kiss at the
same time.

With the last shreds of any conscious effort on her
part, Rhonda whispered the words on her heart.

“
I
love you, Drorgan.”

Chapter
Eleven

The whispered words were so faint, Drorgan might
have missed them, had it not been for his sensitive ears and the way they
immediately engraved themselves on his heart. His dragon flexed his wings,
desperate to burst forth from his skin, to take flight and to shout his joy
from the highest cliffs of his land. Not that his land was that big anymore.
Every time he awoke from his stone to return to his castle it seemed to have
shrunk more. He could fly far out to the sea, but he couldn’t fly very far
inland, let alone approach the coast of the mainland. To do so would take him
out of the dimension they were all effectively trapped in.

He frowned at his thought processes, and stretched
his magic to the borders of his land. Just as he suspected they were still very
much in existence, and he had too much to lose now to attempt to breach them.

Many had tried over the years, he knew that. Had
witnessed them crumble into dust time and time again. It was just as well that
Lasiandra’s magic was too strong for most humans to endure. His people
instinctively stayed away from the invisible lines drawn around his realm. If
they noticed that it was shrinking they didn’t say so.

Maybe they genuinely didn’t notice anything amiss.
After all, no one else ever asked after the ones who had gone missing. Once
they crumbled through the veils of time and space it was as though they’d never
existed at all.

The thought of something like that happening to his
little dragon made him break out in a cold sweat. He would have to explain this
all to her. In truth he should have done so from the beginning, but he couldn’t
bring himself to find the words needed. So he’d watched over her instead, not
that she had ever strayed that far, apart from the day Cheryladna had lured her
up the cliffs. Had that really only been yesterday? It seemed a lifetime ago
now, because so much had happened since then, so much of what he’d always
believed to be true had crumbled away, until he hardly recognized life as it had
been. For starters he wasn’t the last dragon anymore, not with Geva. Only time
would tell, but the magic in his daughter was so strong, that he was fully
expecting her to shift into her dragon form when puberty hit in a few hundred
years. Another thing he had to explain to his mate. Dragons didn’t live
forever, and they could be killed, but their lifespan spanned centuries, and as
his dragon mate, she, too, would live far beyond her human counterparts. She
would age much slower, if at all, especially if she was to bear his children.
The thought of Rhonda heavy with his child made breathing difficult. They
hadn’t discussed children, hadn’t discussed anything, really, and Drorgan could
almost see Magda’s consternation at his woeful ill-preparing of his mate.

Rhonda moaned in her sleep, reminding Drorgan of
the need to take care of her. He whistled through his teeth, as he slowly
unwound the remaining ropes from Rhonda’s skin, and massaged the flesh to
ensure the circulation. Released from her restraints she stretched like a cat,
and he had to wonder at the small smile on her face. The marks left behind on
her skin made him want to howl in pleasure. Mindful of her need for rest, he
resisted that impulse, however and inhaled deeply of her scent. It was still just
as alluring and addictive, but she’d lost the fragility of it. It surrounded
humans, yet his little dragon mate’s aura glowed with her inner strength and
the underlying fire of his dragon.

It was too bad that only Magda and Geva, when she
finally woke up, would be able to appreciate those fine nuances. At least the
responsibility of being the last surviving member of his dragon clan didn’t
rest as heavily on his shoulders now. Not with his mate and daughter. It gave
him hope that in time there would be a breed of new dragons.

Dragon fertility rates were not high, unless you
were with your destined dragon mate. It was why it had never occurred to him
that he would be able to father a child with the many humans he bedded. Guilt
gnawed at him anew, but he pushed that disturbing thought away. There was
plenty of time to make sense of all those things. At least he hoped so.

Having made short work of heating the water left in
the adjacent bathing chamber, he returned with a steaming bowl, and proceeded
to gently wash his mate. Even in her sleep her nipples hardened and she turned
into the soft strokes of the sponge he used on her skin, murmuring his name.

It was on the tip of his tongue to declare his own
feelings, but the itch between his shoulder blades held him back. A sixth sense
that told him to voice his feeling this openly would bring about another change
in the magic surrounding them. As he didn’t know if it was for better or worse,
he held his tongue and once he had washed every inch of his woman, and chucked
the now cool water down the chute to take it away to the sea, he took his
leave. Time to check on his daughter, his land, and his people and once his
little dragon was awake he would explain the things she needed to know.

****

The most delicious cooking smells tickled Rhonda’s
nostrils as she struggled awake. Her stomach woke up a long time before the
rest of her did, and she grimaced at the noises coming from that organ. Right
now she would be able to give Drorgan’s dragon a run for his money in the growling
department. Thoughts of her dragon made her smile, especially as she sensed him
nearby. His scent overlaid everything else, but when she opened her eyes it
wasn’t Drorgan she saw but little Geva.

Perched on the side of the bed, the little mite looked
healthy, and downright excited as she bounced up and down. Her smile lit up the
room, and Rhonda couldn’t help but smile back at her. With the sunlight
streaming in behind her, it set the little girl’s blonde hair alight, and gave
her an almost angelic quality. If you ignored the mischievous glint of fire in
her green eyes, and the scars still marring her face, that was. Scars that seemed
remarkably less pronounced than they had only yesterday, which made Rhonda
wonder if Drorgan had used some of his inner magic to help heal his daughter.

The thought made her smile deepen, and her heart
beat faster, as she looked around the room, but he wasn’t here. Servants buzzed
about, which made Rhonda make a hasty, somewhat belated grab for the covers.
Not that she needed to, because she was wearing a fresh shift, much to her
relief. It would have been mortally embarrassing to flash her
whereforealls
to the entire room, not to mention Drorgan’s
daughter. It was bad enough that she was still wearing the faint crisscross
rope marks on her forearm, not that the little girl seemed to notice. She was
too busy bouncing, head to one side, as though she was listening to something
or someone that only she could hear.

Magda nodded to her when Rhonda’s look around the
room brought her gaze to Drorgan’s old nursemaid.

“
Stop
bouncing, Geva. I told you it would wake her up, and your father was very
explicit in his instructions to let Rhonda rest.”

Geva stuck her bottom lip out in a pout that she
wouldn’t have managed only yesterday, and Rhonda’s heart felt lighter at the
thought that in time her injuries might well reduce further. Reaching a hand
out to touch the girl’s forearm she gasped at the instant jolt of recognition
that made her blood sing. Geva, too, startled, and as though an invisible veil
had been lifted Rhonda could sense the girl’s emotions. The mite really was
beside herself with excitement, and Rhonda gave her arm a gentle squeeze and
smiled up at Magda.

“
That’s all right, really. I don’t mind.”

I knew you wouldn’t. You are my friend after
all.

Geva’s clear voice in her hand startled Rhonda so
much that she withdrew her hand and the connection severed, as though someone
had hung up the phone on the other end.

When Geva’s little face fell at her reaction,
Rhonda immediately grasped her hand.

Of course I’m your friend, Geva.

Drorgan’s daughter squealed and continued to swing
her legs off the side of the high bed.

See, told you so, Magda.

Just like that Magda’s presence entered Rhonda’s
mind, too, and she shook her head in wonder.

Geva, you should not be doing that without
asking for permission. Forgive the child the mental intrusion, my lady. I see I
will have my hands full teaching her the etiquette of mind melding with her
dragon kin. Her father was just the same at this age.

Geva’s mental equivalent of a very childish and
stroppy foot stomp made Rhonda grin, even as the fine hair on her arms rose in
wonder.

I don’t understand. I’m not her kin, so how…

“
As
to that, Lord Drorgan will have to explain this to you.” Magda said the words
out loud withdrawing from Rhonda’s mind, as did Geva, and it seemed odd to be
alone in her head again. “I can tell he still hasn’t filled you in the on the
finer details. I guess he was too busy with
other
things.”

Rhonda fought the threatening blush when Magda
pointedly looked toward Rhonda’s forearms, and she barely resisted the urge to
hide them under the cover, which would be a pointless exercise at this point.
Especially as she didn’t read any censure from Magda, just mild amusement at Rhonda’s
ensuing discomfort.

“
With
that in mind, we should leave Rhonda in peace to eat. I dare say she is
starving.” A giggle escaped Geva as Rhonda’s stomach chose that very moment to
start its growling act.

She rolled her eyes, and taking Geva’s hand in hers,
smiled.

“
Geva
can stay if she wants, and I don’t mind hearing her voice in my head at all.
It’s nice to be able to hear her.”

Geva looked from Rhonda to Magda, and when the
older woman sighed and nodded, Geva’s glee once again filled Rhonda’s consciousness.
It was such a marked contrast to the broken down distraught state she had been
in only yesterday, Rhonda’s eyes filled with tears and she hastily blinked them
away.

Do not be sad. Everything will be all right now.
Father said you will be my new mother.

Geva tightened her hold on Rhonda’s fingers when
she instinctively drew away.

Oops, I shouldn’t have told you that. Please do
not be mad.

“
I
couldn’t ever be mad at you, Geva.” Rhonda grimaced at the hoarse quality of
her voice, but that little tidbit had shaken her to the core. Not because she
was appalled at Drorgan’s assumptions, but because of the immediate longing
that filled her. To belong like that, to have a family all of her own, that had
always been her deepest, darkest wish. One that she hadn’t dared share with
anyone, let alone voice that longing out loud, in case the cruel hand of fate
would take it away from her.

After all, Rhonda always lost the people she cared
about. While the grown up rational side of her recognized the fact that this
was a kneejerk reaction to her own childhood, the little, frightened, rejected
girl she had been, popped out of her box and laid claim to her feelings.

Geva frowned and scooting closer swung her little
arms around Rhonda in a bear hug—or should that be dragon hug—that took her
breath away.

Little she might be, but those arms crushed around
her with surprising force, no doubt due to the dragon she now sensed in the
small girl.

Don’t be sad. Father will be cross if I make you
sad, and oh, I didn’t apologize. I am so very sorry for hurting you. I really
didn’t mean to. I…

The incessant chattering in her head ceased when
Rhonda put her arms around the precious little girl in front of her and hugged
her back. A sigh escaped Geva’s lips, and she snuggled into Rhonda as close as
it was possible to be.

Magda shook her head and cleared her throat.
Looking up at the older woman Rhonda wasn’t entirely surprised to see her
blinking away tears also.

She smiled at her over Geva’s head.

“
Where
is Drorgan?” she asked.

“
Checking
on the boundaries.”

“
Boundaries?”

Magda sighed and rubbing her hands on her big apron
shook her head.

“
That
boy has a lot of explaining to do, when he comes back.” She smiled at Rhonda’s
frown. “Just don’t be too hard on him. He was afraid to lose you for good, if
you knew everything. Now, if you’re sure Geva is no bother, then I’ll be off.”

“
Yes,
I’m sure. Thanks, Magda.”

With a nod in her direction, the old woman pulled
the heavy doors shut behind her, and Rhonda pushed down the tendril of unease
her words had caused and smiled at Geva.

“
I
hope you’re hungry, little one, because there is no way I can eat all of this
by myself.”

Geva giggled, and Rhonda relaxed into the
delightful company. By the time they’d polished everything off Geva was
yawning. Having encouraged the little mite to climb under the covers, Rhonda
wasn’t at all surprised to see her fast asleep, when she returned from the
bathing chamber. Her bladder much happier for that visit, she pulled the cover
up higher under the little girl’s chin, and dropped a kiss on her forehead.

Drorgan and she had a lot to sort out yet, but she
couldn’t begrudge his having told Geva of his wish for her to become her
mother. She was already as fond of the little one as it could be possible to
be, and who knew what the future held? Not once had they used protection—in
truth it hadn’t even entered Rhonda’s befuddled brain. She grimaced at herself.
Then again where would they find condoms in this castle? It wasn’t as though
either of them could pop down to the local supermarket or chemist and get hold
of some, and while Rhonda always carried some in her handbag, just in case…