next few moments.
Her heartbeats pounded loudly inside her chest. The sound intensified it seemed, because she was again blindfolded, and every sensation was exaggerated. Every wisp of wind felt as though it was directed to tease her breasts, to tickle her belly and soothe between her open thighs.
Warmth radiated from the stone behind her, and she embraced it. Imagining her back blanketed by a man, and then she felt fingertips trailing down her cheek.
Guy. His touch thrilled, tracing the delicate line of her collarbone, then slipping down to curve around her breasts. When fingers plucked her nipples, she let her head fall back to rest against the stone, to let the heat seep into her blood. “I wish...” she began, but wondered if finishing the thought would somehow affect the outcome.
“Don’t speak,” he whispered, so close his breath fanned her cheek. A kiss landed on her mouth, and she opened to it, allowing him to slide his tongue inside to mate with hers. His mouth lifted, and she tried to follow.
“I promise you pleasure,” he said in a low tone. “Accept him, accept us. We will love you, Angel. I already do.”
Her heart leapt, and she whimpered.
Then she felt it, the dull thud against the ground. The dragon was moving, nearing.
Her body stiffened and she pressed her back against the stone to escape; her breaths grew jagged again.
“Feel, sweetheart. Just feel. You will come to no harm. I swear it.”
She heard the slide of metal, and remembered another of the stories she’d read. Of a knight who’d faced the dragon with a sword, never to be seen again.
Guy was that knight, and he’d survived. He waited beside her, sword drawn to protect her. She felt pleasure in that knowledge, and her heart slowed a bit.
Then something wet slithered over her knee cap. Wet, warm, thick.
She remembered Drago’s not-quite-human tongue. How he’d pleasured her with it, pushing it inside to see whether she was pure, and perhaps prepare her for this moment when his thicker, longer tongue would take her.
All of a sudden, the image of the dragon bent before her, its long head poised between her thighs, wasn’t completely terrifying. She imagined the handsome lord, frightened the first time he’d transformed, realizing the curse wasn’t an old woman’s crazy rantings.
Drago was inside this beast, reliving a horror he’d reenacted hundreds of times. This was an ancient rite, and now she was a part of it. Perhaps his savior. She wanted this to work, to be the reason he found peace. She wanted to know him, to fall in love with him, and to share her destiny as part of this strange, magical triumvirate.
As his tongue licked upward touching her inner thighs, crowding against her folds, she drew calm around her like a cloak, and eased apart her thighs, giving him permission.
A rumble sounded from the beast in front of her, but she wasn’t frightened.
Warm lips pressed against her cheek. A hand cupped her breast and squeezed. The flickering point of the lush, wet tongue pushed between her folds and entered her.
She stiffened momentarily, but laughed nervously. “I’m not afraid. It’s still so new,” she whispered.
“You’re doing well. So lovely. Have I told you how beautiful you are? A moon goddess.”
Because she felt beautiful and powerful, she didn’t scoff. The tongue inside her vibrated, then pushed upward, and she knew Drago, the beast and the man, was overcome with the moment too.
The thickness driving upward stretched her tight walls, but she shook her hair, fisted her hands, and began to rock her hips, forward and back, following instinct to ease the dragon’s passage inside her, to seek the pleasure Guy had promised.
Was this how a cock would feel, burning her inside and out, causing gooseflesh to prickle her skin, her belly to cramp with the tension building deep inside her womb?
The tongue withdrew partway, and she moaned, disappointed at the loss, only to groan more loudly when it
Her heartbeats pounded loudly inside her chest. The sound intensified it seemed, because she was again blindfolded, and every sensation was exaggerated. Every wisp of wind felt as though it was directed to tease her breasts, to tickle her belly and soothe between her open thighs.
Warmth radiated from the stone behind her, and she embraced it. Imagining her back blanketed by a man, and then she felt fingertips trailing down her cheek.
Guy. His touch thrilled, tracing the delicate line of her collarbone, then slipping down to curve around her breasts. When fingers plucked her nipples, she let her head fall back to rest against the stone, to let the heat seep into her blood. “I wish...” she began, but wondered if finishing the thought would somehow affect the outcome.
“Don’t speak,” he whispered, so close his breath fanned her cheek. A kiss landed on her mouth, and she opened to it, allowing him to slide his tongue inside to mate with hers. His mouth lifted, and she tried to follow.
“I promise you pleasure,” he said in a low tone. “Accept him, accept us. We will love you, Angel. I already do.”
Her heart leapt, and she whimpered.
Then she felt it, the dull thud against the ground. The dragon was moving, nearing.
Her body stiffened and she pressed her back against the stone to escape; her breaths grew jagged again.
“Feel, sweetheart. Just feel. You will come to no harm. I swear it.”
She heard the slide of metal, and remembered another of the stories she’d read. Of a knight who’d faced the dragon with a sword, never to be seen again.
Guy was that knight, and he’d survived. He waited beside her, sword drawn to protect her. She felt pleasure in that knowledge, and her heart slowed a bit.
Then something wet slithered over her knee cap. Wet, warm, thick.
She remembered Drago’s not-quite-human tongue. How he’d pleasured her with it, pushing it inside to see whether she was pure, and perhaps prepare her for this moment when his thicker, longer tongue would take her.
All of a sudden, the image of the dragon bent before her, its long head poised between her thighs, wasn’t completely terrifying. She imagined the handsome lord, frightened the first time he’d transformed, realizing the curse wasn’t an old woman’s crazy rantings.
Drago was inside this beast, reliving a horror he’d reenacted hundreds of times. This was an ancient rite, and now she was a part of it. Perhaps his savior. She wanted this to work, to be the reason he found peace. She wanted to know him, to fall in love with him, and to share her destiny as part of this strange, magical triumvirate.
As his tongue licked upward touching her inner thighs, crowding against her folds, she drew calm around her like a cloak, and eased apart her thighs, giving him permission.
A rumble sounded from the beast in front of her, but she wasn’t frightened.
Warm lips pressed against her cheek. A hand cupped her breast and squeezed. The flickering point of the lush, wet tongue pushed between her folds and entered her.
She stiffened momentarily, but laughed nervously. “I’m not afraid. It’s still so new,” she whispered.
“You’re doing well. So lovely. Have I told you how beautiful you are? A moon goddess.”
Because she felt beautiful and powerful, she didn’t scoff. The tongue inside her vibrated, then pushed upward, and she knew Drago, the beast and the man, was overcome with the moment too.
The thickness driving upward stretched her tight walls, but she shook her hair, fisted her hands, and began to rock her hips, forward and back, following instinct to ease the dragon’s passage inside her, to seek the pleasure Guy had promised.
Was this how a cock would feel, burning her inside and out, causing gooseflesh to prickle her skin, her belly to cramp with the tension building deep inside her womb?
The tongue withdrew partway, and she moaned, disappointed at the loss, only to groan more loudly when it
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