Chapter Twenty-One
A little later in the evening, Raven left me with Sir Vanoak and took the other knights to help him with the Okon interrogation. Eventually, I went back to our room to rest. An hour or so later, the Dragon King came in, covered in blood.
At my look, he said, “They're still alive. I promised Turinoca a long night for them, and I keep my promises. But I couldn't leave you alone any longer.”
“I'm glad you came back.” I sat up on the bed. “They can finish things. Did you get anything from the Okons?”
“No. They say they're only transporters and don't know anything about altered warriors or magical weapons.”
“Do you believe them?”
“I don't know. My men will get the truth by morning.” He cleared his throat and looked down at his bloody hands. “I need to bathe.” He hurried into the bathroom.
It didn't take him long to emerge, hair damp and skin clean. He wore only a pair of undershorts. “You must be tired.” He climbed onto the bed beside me and reached for me.
Suddenly nervous, I flung back the blankets and launched myself out of bed. “Uh, no, not really. I'll just be a moment.” I hurried into the bathroom.
Taking deep, calming breaths, I turned on the faucet.
After splashing water on my face, I looked up at my dripping reflection.
With a sigh, I dried myself off, scrubbing the small towel mercilessly over my face.
I could hear Raven moving about, probably worried about my hasty departure.
What was wrong with me? I had decided to seduce him, but now that the time was at hand, I hesitated.
Something twisted in my belly. I wanted Raven.
At least, I thought I did. But what if it were forever?
Did I really want him forever? Earlier, I had been so certain that I needed forever with him.
Without him, the future looked dismal. But what if I were wrong?
What if he became cruel? What if this was all a ruse to lure me into loving him?
“Too late,” I whispered.
Flashes of Raven's kindness filled my mind, and I knew my fears were unfounded.
This was Bara again, coming back to wreck my happiness.
I wouldn't let his evil infect this relationship.
I had to be strong and push past my fear.
As soon as I was in Raven's arms, all of this anxiety would dissipate.
I knew it would. Mere hours ago, I'd been desperate to bed him.
So what was holding me back now?
I looked down at my naked body. No silk, no jewels, nothing to enhance my beauty.
Bara liked me dripping in beads, with glimpses of my body showing through transparent silk.
But I didn't have any of that here, nor did I want to seduce the King with Bara's preferences.
Tonight, it was the real me. That's who I would be with him. Always.
“Be brave for just a little while,” I gave myself my own advice and then primped as much as I could.
My gaze went to a bowl I had left by the sink, and I smiled as I reached for it. After applying the powder in the bowl in a special place, I turned toward the door.
My wings rustled, betraying my nervousness as I opened the bathroom door.
I had arranged my long hair to either side of my chest, and the waves bordered my nipples, the rich violet color brightening the pink buds.
My waist was narrow, dipping into a V that would hopefully lead the King's gaze to my slim shaft.
I had arranged the curls below—a shade darker than the hair on my head—to display my pale cock to perfection.
It was already swelling with thoughts of the Dragon King's reaction.
Raven was abed, his chest bare above the covers that clung to his waist. Leaning against the headboard, he looked peaceful until I noted his eyes. Locked on the window, his stare was full of restless anxiety and a touch of anger. He shifted his gaze to me, and all of that fell away.
With a floundering crash, the Dragon King of Tabaa fell out of bed. Arms flung wide to catch himself, he nonetheless dropped onto his royal ass before me. Sprawled there in only a pair of loose shorts—now tented with an erection—he gaped at me.
I burst out laughing.
Raven grimaced.
I laughed harder. All of my worry and fear melted within that laughter. I bent over with it. My body came alive with it. And beneath my amusement was a deep happiness that I could make this powerful man fall onto the floor in awe. He truly loved me.
With that thought, my laughter stilled, and I straightened. Raven was smiling, one arm propped on the mattress to make his sprawl look purposeful. His gaze dropped slowly, moving down to my toes before rising. By the time he returned to my face, I had reconfirmed my decision to seduce him.
Hips swaying and hair sliding over my skin, I strode to him. My wings were lifted behind me to frame my body in white. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them catch the moonlight and brighten. I didn't need silk or jewels. He thought I was beautiful as I was.
With Raven on the floor, his face was at the level of my shaft. Perfect. Holding his stare, I slid my hands down my throat and over my chest to twirl my fingertips over my nipples.
Raven leaned forward, dropping his arm.
I played with the little buds for a few seconds, and then continued my path down, over my belly. Pointer finger dipping into my bellybutton, I splayed my hands over my abdomen.
The King's lips parted with a sigh.
Emboldened by his lust, I moved down to my hips, framing my sex. Arching my back, I rubbed my thighs, and my cock bobbed. Moisture beaded at the tip.
Raven's stare locked on my cock. He licked his lips.
Breath coming faster, I moved my right hand inward. My fingers dipped into my curls. I spread them around the base of my cock and slid my hand down to lift my little sacs. They ached in the best way, anticipating what was to come.
“Oh, fuck me,” Raven muttered.
“I'd rather you fucked me.” I touched the tip of my cock, rubbing the glistening bead into my flushing head.
With a growl, the Dragon King grabbed my hips with one hand and the base of my cock with the other.
The wet heat of his mouth startled me, and I shuddered as pleasure shot up from my shaft to dance over my nipples.
My wings whooshed open and fluttered for balance as everything went upside down.
The world spun, forcing me to close my eyes and trust Raven to keep me from falling.
He did. One strong arm wrapped around me, forearm angled up to brace my back as he sucked greedily on my flesh.
No one had ever sucked my cock as he did.
He made the act feel like a possession. Ravenous sounds came from him, vibrating into me to ramp up my pleasure.
My hands slid through his silken hair and clutched his head.
But I didn't have to pull him closer. He consumed me like a starved, savage animal, grunting and gobbling with wet sounds that made me shiver uncontrollably.
Rallying, I found my balance and spread my legs to steady myself. Raven's hand immediately slid down from my back to split my lower cheeks. A finger found my entrance and pushed. Gently, in and out, he worked me until my muscles relaxed, and I opened to him.
“Raven!” My back, wings, and neck arched while my gaze went to the pale ceiling.
The King knew I was seconds away from coming. He drew away from me right as I began to crest, and the pause sent my body into wild confusion. I went into spasms as he stood and took me into his arms.
“You win, my foundling,” Raven whispered in my ear. “Tonight, I make you mine.”
His words sent another spasm through me, and I was helpless when he laid me on the bed. My wings stretched out to the sides, hanging off the bed on the left, but he seemed to like the display. Crawling between my thighs, Raven grinned. His smile was wicked, triumphant, and a touch possessive.
“I'm ready.” I opened my thighs wide and reached for him. “Come inside me, my Raven. Make me yours.”
With a groan, Raven fell forward to prop himself up on his forearms. But then he realized he was on my feathers. He cried out in dismay and sat up.
“You didn't hurt me. I'm almost healed.” I lifted my wings higher to give him room, bending them at the central joints. “See? I can bend both now.”
Growling, Raven grabbed my hips and pulled me down the bed a few inches. It gave my wings more room to open. Still, he didn't lean forward. Instead, he lifted my legs and pushed them apart. Biting my lip, I grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled my legs up as well, exposing myself.
His night-darkened stare went down, and he licked his lips again.
I yipped when he dove for me and then grinned when I heard his surprised sound of delight.
Our lunch came with a bowl of powdered, dried strawberries blended with sugar.
Raven had enjoyed it on the sliced fresh fruit they'd given us for dessert.
So, I secreted the bowl away. It was the powder I had applied just before leaving the bathroom.
Down there. The flick of his tongue was well worth my efforts.
And then his tongue slid into me.
“Oh, dear Gods!” I moaned and pulled harder on my legs, opening myself as much as I could.
Raven licked me until I was dripping and then lifted his head. “Strawberries? You are a naughty boy.”
Panting, I looked down my body at him. “Do you like it? There's more. I can dust other parts of me.”
“Later,” he growled and surged to his knees.
I don't know when Raven had divested himself of his shorts, but he knelt naked between my thighs, his cock thick and bobbing.
I planted my feet on the mattress so I could let go of my legs and reach for him.
Raven canted his hips forward to give me what I was after, and then moaned as I stroked him, drawing the moisture down from his tip.
“Enough!” he cried and fell forward again. This time, his forearms hit the mattress, and he lifted himself to bring our lips together.