Chapter 24
Humour tickled Kier’s chest until it crinkled his eyes as she beat on his back. Thank goodness she’s not a virgin. Perhaps other males wanted to conquer other females, getting off on being the first and taking, but the idea bored him.
He’d have to be slow, cautious, and careful. He’d have to deal with the trembling uncertainty and introducing them to their own body – if they hadn’t gone boldly exploring.
He’d rather a female who knew what was coming and how it felt, so that the anticipation could ramp her up for him.
Had Carwyn stated otherwise, he would’ve tried regardless – because he wanted her – but he was just thankful it wasn’t an issue.
I wonder if she’ll fuck herself in front of me? That’d excite him to no end.
“I said put me down, you overgrown snake!” she yelled. “You-you perverted scamp!”
“Now that’s not nice,” he answered, his chuckle deepening.
“I said we can’t!”
He kept a firm hold on her as she fought, and her squirming made it all the more fun.
“I disagree. We can, so long as our skin doesn’t touch.”
“Then what’s the point?” she stated with a defeated, whiny tone.
It didn’t take him long to march down the tunnel with as much speed as his inferior human legs could muster. Once he made it to her alcove, he swiftly turned into it, crossed to the middle, and threw her back against the bedding. He followed, placing his hands wide as he braced himself above her.
She clasped her hands to her chest nervously, her eyes full of mistrust.
“I want to see you come again,” he admitted. “And I’d like to come with you this time. We don’t need our skin to touch for that.”
She turned her head to the side. “It’s too risky. If you accidentally brush up against me...”
Kier tilted his whole body to intercept her averted gaze.
“Then I’ll do it in dragon form, where it doesn’t matter.
I can control where and what I touch you with much easier.
” She glanced at him from the corners of her eyes, and she clutched her hands tighter.
“Unless you’re unattracted to that side of me. ”
Which would boggle his mind because that was who he was. He was a dragon before a man. Hell, the other day was the first time he’d touched a female in human form.
He rather liked being kissed, if he was honest. Had he known it would feel so nice, he might’ve tried it sooner.
“N-no, I am,” she whispered. “It’s just that...”
Her features pinched with worry. Yet with her braids tossed around her head, her full lips pouted, and the light catching her, he couldn’t help finding her rather cute.
And pretty, as always. From her soft-brown skin, to the tip of her nose, and to her jawline and ears.
Her onyx eyes were like pools of night sky, glittering like stars from the multiple torches that brightened the alcove.
She doesn’t trust me.
If she thought he’d used this as a way to disregard her wishes and get her to a point where he could sneak in an unwarranted touch to bed her fully, then she thought lowly of him.
He hoped that wasn’t the case, and that she was just hesitant of the situation in general.
“We will work within the confines of your abilities,” he promised, flicking his gaze over her face. “I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
“But what if we touch and–”
“Carwyn, then we will stop. I’ll already know what’s allowed before we start, and I won’t let my excitement get the better of me.” He was making promises he hoped he could keep. “Let me share pleasure with you, in any way you feel comfortable.”
Her voice went quiet. “But why? You’ve made it no secret how you feel about witches.”
“Does there have to be a reason? Can I not find you lovely either way? Decide to trust you, after everything?” Her lips shook as they parted, but no words came out. His lips quirked to one side, realising she liked his admissions. “To be quite honest, I’ve been attracted to you from the beginning.”
Her gaze narrowed. “You’re lying.”
He couldn’t contain his grin. “I may be a dragon, but I’m not unseeing when there is a beautiful female in my lair.” He rolled his eyes as he added, “You can bet it annoyed me in the beginning.”
Her lips curled before the smallest giggle escaped her, and she covered her mouth to stop it. The sound was a balm to her earlier hurtful rejections.
At least he hadn’t been the problem.
Even now, she had a light, tantalising scent that told him she wanted this, regardless of her hesitance.
She nibbled her bottom lip. “Promise?”
He furrowed his brow, perplexed. “Promise that I found it annoying?”
Her face twisted as she groaned and struck his shoulder again. “No! T-that you won’t go too far. That you’ll stop if I need it.”
He wanted to sigh. Why must she be so unclear when the topic changes? She needed to be direct with him.
Regardless, his cock jerked now that she was no longer fighting this need that had built between them. She wanted him, and he was about to get a damn taste of her.
He wanted to lean down and kiss her, rip her clothing from her. More than anything, he wanted to lower his trousers, hike up her skirt, and slam himself home in her so his cock could be wonderfully strangled by warm wetness.
“I promise,” he conceded, shuffling backwards while still hovering over her body.
If I remain patient, show her she can trust me, perhaps it will no longer matter to her. He saw little issue in her feeling his lust while they were being intimate. Hopefully it’d spur her on and soften her for his wildness.
He would wait, gain more of her affection, and hopefully she’d ask him for it anyway.
That didn’t mean he was going to be sweet, and he showed her by biting down on her side. Her back arched in reaction, and he snarled into her dress as he clamped down harder.
“Hey!”
He pulled back now that he’d given in to that urge, something he’d have preferred to do against her skin. He shifted backwards off the bedding and grabbed the bottom of his tunic to yank it off his body once he stood.
“W-wait,” she whispered. “Maybe you should keep that on.”
At her renewed worry, he stemmed the urge to roll his eyes. “I’ll incinerate it anyway. There’s a reason we don’t wear clothing, and it’s because we’d need thousands of outfits when we shift.”
Carwyn’s eyes widened when he went for the ties of his trousers. “Oh, right. In dragon form. Shifting.”
Her gaze remained at groin level, and he paused when her cheeks stained with pink. He chuckled at her shy, although brazen, stare.
He lowered his trousers, uncaring that she gained an eyeful of his erect cock, and her breath caught. He blew a ring of fire and let it hang in the air a little longer than it needed to, just so she could get a good, hard look at what ached him.
What he wanted to bury inside her.
“Shift,” he whispered, and the flames came back to encase him.
Like always, he felt it on his face first, on the very tip of his nose as it began to morph into a broad, scaled snout.
It widened and took shape as his teeth sharpened into fangs, his bones shifting and changing painlessly.
The flames cascaded over his hair – never singeing it, as it was a part of him – before going down his neck and torso.
The change was quick, and it was barely a few seconds before his front paws landed upon the ground just as his tail and wings were forming.
“That’s the first time I’ve seen you do that,” Carwyn whispered with raspy awe.
Then his paw stepped onto the bedding, followed by the other, and he prowled closer to her as he would prey.
She shuffled back, but Kier placed his paw on her bare calf to stop her and instantly slid it up under her layered skirts to her knee.
She settled, the touch frightening her less now that he was covered in scales, but she flinched in surprise.
Only to shiver and arch when he ran his scaled palm along her inner thigh, and he wondered if it was due to his claws tickling her or his tough hide brushing down her soft, silky skin.
But it didn’t matter why, not when her nipples hardened and her scent deepened, causing him to grin as he came closer.
He hadn’t even begun yet, and she’d already reacted so strongly, nibbling her bottom lip as she peered down to where his paw had disappeared from view. And perhaps her gaze wandered down his body, but Kier was wisely keeping his cock tucked away so it didn’t accidentally touch her.
She kept her hands curled at her chest; she didn’t reach out to him like he expected or wanted, but she wasn’t rejecting his advances, and that was enough. For now.
I will only be able to hold back for so long.
Now, and later.
Already his erection put too much pressure behind his protective seam.
He drew his paw down her thigh, eliciting a shiver from her that forced her breaths into pants. When he cupped the back of her calf to palm down it again, she flinched, her leg kicking out, then she flushed.
Kier paused at the heel of her boot. She’s rather sensitive already, he mused, pulling it off her foot.
And apparently the removal of her fucking footwear turned her on because her scent, sweet and delicious, deepened as he removed the other. She gave a tortured giggle when he drew her socks off.
“S-sorry,” she said, her gaze flicking away before returning, only to leave again as she clasped her hands tighter. “I’m really nervous and I’m not used to be touched by another.”
She’d gone all damn shy, so different to the female who happily swore, yelled, and kicked him any time she deemed necessary, and it was cute.
A chuckle fell from him as tenderness, odd and strange, swirled in his chest. She pouted at him, her eyes narrowing, and his chuckle deepened as he lifted a leg and bent down to the crook of her knee.
He almost licked it teasingly, but managed to stop himself so he could nuzzle the side of his snout down it.
“Is this okay?” he checked, and she bit her lip with a nod.