Chapter 30
Holding the little witch in his arms, Kier crouched down and tipped her so she could reach the ground. The tear down the centre of her green dress kept her breasts, which were still sticky with his release, free for his viewing pleasure, and they rolled to the side under their own weight.
“Take the red one,” he demanded.
“I don’t want to wear that one!” Carwyn exclaimed, flailing to reach a different gown just out of her reach. “I want the yellow one.”
He growled softly. “What difference does it make?”
“Exactly.”
Because it reminds me of the colour of my eyes and I want to see you in it, he thought, refusing to express such desires.
“Kier, we don’t have time for a pointless argument. Selene could come any minute!”
With a childish growl, he snapped, “Fine!”
Still crouched, he stepped forward so she could reach the yellow gown. She held onto it as he carted her down the tunnel in his arms, her back and knees supported in a bridal style. He liked her weight, how her tits jiggled with each of his steps, and that she was allowing it.
She needed a bath to wash off his sexual release from her skin before Selene returned. To his satisfaction, when Carwyn had attempted to stand afterwards, she was shaking on her legs, so he’d scooped her up and she’d made very little protest about it.
She currently even wore a small, sweet smile as he marched with his prize.
“You like this,” he commented, humour tickling his chest.
“What? Being carted around like a princess rather than a damsel in distress?” She shrugged a shoulder at him. “Of course.”
“So... if I were to capture you and hold you like this in the future, you’d be less inclined to attack my back with your weak little punches?”
Something about his words cracked her smile. Is it because I called her weak? He shrugged, choosing to ignore it as he stepped into the alcove containing all his plants and the spring.
His right glove cupping the underside of her knees was still saturated in the healing salve and her orgasms. He hated that he’d need to destroy it – and the dress as well.
He placed Carwyn down gently next to the pool and jumped into it fully clothed. The deepest part came to his waist, and he let the magic flow from his body to heat the water for her.
Carwyn tsked behind him, causing him to turn just as she was, rather sensually, sliding her torn clothing from her shoulders. “I actually really liked that dress.”
“I’ve gifted you many others.”
She cut him a cute glare that held no hostility. “You, dragon, are very wasteful.”
“You’re the one who keeps wearing them, knowing what the result will be.”
She lowered her eyes to him. “You could take them off delicately. I thought you were patient.”
Except where it came to her, he was beginning to lose his patience. He turned from her as he pondered that. Only to shrug.
I’m not used to having to strip a female. He found clothing to be an annoyance. Especially when it constantly barricaded her from him and was a requirement in their touching.
I want to feel her skin upon mine. He knew it’d be different in this form than his dragon one.
She felt fragile and easily damaged due to his claws.
He’d like to know how his softness met hers, how his teeth would truly cut when he had to resist with his sharp fangs.
He wanted to bite her, lick her, cover her soft skin with worshipping kisses. I grow more desperate each time.
He’d come, but he didn’t feel satisfied, not truly.
A mere taste. One that made his mouth water with starvation as he was forced to do little more than stare at a beckoning feast. He wanted to gorge, not snack.
Water rippled around his waist as Carwyn stepped into the warming pool, and he turned just in time to bite down a groan. Heavens, this female was going to be the death of him.
Entirely naked, as if she trusted him not to immediately dive at her like a rabid beast, she waded into the water – and she was gorgeous.
The dim torches highlighted her in flickers while casting the rest of her in shadow – like the underside of her perky breasts and the apex of her thighs with a dusting of curls.
A wing-like shadow fanned down her cheeks from her lashes and firelight glowed yellow and orange against her light-brown skin.
His cock thickened in his trousers as she walked towards him confidently with the stain of her earlier arousal and orgasms still present on her cheeks and chest.
Blasted, he mentally cursed, unable to look away. He’d give anything to lunge at her, spread her thighs, and fuck her right into the slope of this shallow pool.
Her eyes narrowed, reading where his mind had gone, yet her plump, full lips dipped when her tongue dabbed at the seam of them. His cock jerked again at the tease of soft, wet pink.
For once, just once, he’d like to feel her lips part around the head of his girth and swallow him down as far as her throat could allow.
He may have been licked in the past, but a dragoness with fangs was less than capable of truly enticing him to shove his cock in their face.
Carwyn’s mouth, though... it’d be soft, warm, wet.
She could suck him, and he’d never wondered what that would feel like until he’d met her and stared at her pesky, teasing lips.
Would the cut of her teeth feel good, rather than inducing mild panic? Would she be playful?
He knew the answer.
Yes, he thought she might be, and he fucking hated that he didn’t know. All this time in his lair, all this touching, and nothing.
The anticipation kills me. But he was reaching for patience because he... cared about this female. About her wants, her desires, and having her trust, so that she finally reached for it on her own.
His gloved hands balled into fists before his sensitive hearing picked up on the distant flutter of large wings echoing down his tunnels.
Blasted! Not yet! He bolted for the edge of the pool, satisfied she’d enjoy the temperature. I didn’t even get the chance to speak with her about what she said earlier.
He hadn’t liked hearing that she thought he was... ashamed of her. He wanted to speak on this and clear the air delicately.
Damnit, Selene. Could you not be delayed even by five minutes? He leapt up onto dry ground and snatched her dress, which was also covered in his release, into a bundle in his fist.
“I must leave,” he stated hastily.
Carwyn’s shoulders fell, and her crestfallen expression betrayed her thoughts. Yet she nodded and gave him her back as she waded deeper into the water.
His lips pulled tight as he winced, and he hesitated at her obvious hurt. Torn between the two, he sighed at his detestable decision.
He blew a ring of fire. “Shift,” he stated quietly, and dove into the flames so they’d quickly cover him and change his form.
All the clothing he wore – his pants, tunic, and gloves – disintegrated into nothingness, entirely ridding the world of their existence.
Even her dress in his fist, covered in his release, burned away as he marched up the incline to put space between himself and the bathing female he wanted to return to.
He yearned to watch her, be with her, speak with her freely. To bask in her presence as he viewed her at his leisure.
Not being able to was beginning to grate on his nerves.
He made it halfway up the tunnel before Selene intercepted him. Small raindrops from a light drizzle sluiced off her black scales, and she gave her wings an extra shake. Water splattered against the wall.
“We were wrong about the storm. It’s returning.”
“How was your lair?” he asked, getting in the way of her progress into his home.
“Appalling,” she bit out, her snout bunching in rage. “They fucking raided my home, Kier. Took my treasures, my personal things. Foul cretins.”
“I managed to recover much of it.”
She lifted her head back. “Yes, I saw. You dumped it all into multiple haphazard piles.”
“Better than not having it returned to you at all, correct?”
Her eyes slitted. “Did you steal any of it?”
His gaze slid away sheepishly, even though his lips had a devilish curl to them. “Perhaps a few small tokens as payment for saving you and obtaining them.”
Selene sat on her haunches and folded her arms. “Speaking of tokens, I see you managed to recover my favourite piece of my hoard.”
He chuckled darkly at that. “It was mine to begin with. You only stole it because it amused you to take it as a game.”
Eyes narrowing further, suspicion glinted in her gaze. “And you gave it to the witch.”
Kier held his ground and kept indifference in his expression and tone. “I did. A show of gratitude for all she has done. I thought it to be a fitting piece.”
“Where is she now?”
“Bathing.” His sister’s eyes trailed past him to the direction he’d come from. “It takes too long for her to warm the water, so I tend to do it merely for speed and the lack of effort it takes me in comparison.”
Satisfied with his answer, Selene lost interest – simply because it doubtfully registered in her mind the way Carwyn’s nudity could impact him, or that he’d find her bathing to be erotic. Which he did. It’d become one of his favourite pastimes involving the pretty witch.
Yet, the dragoness did give his neck and shoulder a quick sniff when she neared him to turn around, and gave a nodding, snorting huff afterwards.
“Come. Let us speak of how you will help me fix my hoard,” Selene commanded, waltzing back to his entrance area, as it had the most space for them to lounge around in.
Kier rolled his eyes at her disappearing tail. No, sister. That is your task.
There was nothing in this world that would convince him to abandon his home for any length of time to do lair chores for someone else.
Something sharp poked Carwyn in the cheek. Her features screwed up as she rolled over to her other side and settled back into sleep. When it happened a second time, this time harder, her eyes shot open.
A strange black bird stood on the middle of the pillow next to her, its beady, glossy eyes peering down at her.