Chapter 28 Irena
IRENA
I hardly know what I’m doing as I scoot off his lap and lay in the soft, cool grass beside him. Valen is quick to get between my thighs—he’s there almost before I spread them, pushing up my shift and pressing his nose and mouth to the silk of my panties.
I can’t believe what just happened—I can’t believe I touched myself for him until I reached the peak.
It was the most amazing feeling—all that pleasure coursing through me.
Valen was right—it is like an explosion.
It felt so good I still feel dazed—maybe that’s why I don’t protest when he kisses my forbidden place through my panties.
But when he tries to pull them down, I stop him.
“No! You said you needed to drink from me. Not…not do anything else.”
“Fuck, sweetheart—I just want to taste your sweet little pussy,” he growls. Holding my eyes with his own, he places a hot, open-mouthed kiss I can feel right through my panties. “Don’t you want to let me make you feel good?”
“You said you just…just wanted to bite me,” I try to make my voice firm, though secretly, deep down inside I wish I could let him.
But my chaperone has warned me often enough that once a girl allows her panties to be removed, all kinds of scandalous things can happen.
Most notably, she can get pregnant. So it’s very important to keep them on.
“All right—I’m thirsty enough,” he admits. “But I’m going to want to taste your pussy sometime in the future.”
I don’t agree to this at all—but I can’t help imagining it. But before I can think of an answer, I feel a sharp pain as he sinks his fangs into my inner thigh.
The pain gives way to pleasure almost at once. I moan and buck my hips—oh Goddess, I feel like I might come again! It almost feels like now that my body knows how to find the peak, it wants to find it over and over.
“Oh…Oh, Valen!” I gasp, writhing under him.
He doesn’t answer but his fingers tighten on my thighs, holding me down as he sucks deeply. As my blood flows into him, I feel the pleasure peaking again. My nipples go tight and my whole body tenses. Oh Goddess—here I go, I really am coming hard again!
The pleasure doesn’t ebb until he finally withdraws his fangs and licks the inside of my thigh to seal the wounds he made.
“Mmm, fucking delicious, sweetheart,” he growls, licking his lips. “Your blood was so nice and hot for me. Did you just come without even touching yourself?”
I feel suddenly ashamed.
“I…I don’t know,” I mumble, looking away.
“Hey, don’t be ashamed. It’s all right to come when you need to.”
As he speaks, he lays back on the grass beside me and unfastens his trousers.
“What are you doing?” I ask, immediately alarmed.
“Relax, sweetheart—this isn’t for you. Not tonight, anyway,” he growls as he exposes his thick shaft and takes it in one big fist. “I’m just so fucking hot from watching you come, I need a release too.”
He proceeds to stroke his long, thick shaft—just like he did in the bathtub of the inn. I watch, unable to look away. At last I blurt out,
“It’s so big! How do you use it?”
“Use it?” he frowns.
“You know. On…on a woman.” I feel my cheeks getting hot as I speak. I shouldn’t be asking such a question. I shouldn’t be watching him touch himself either, but somehow I can’t look away.
“Oh, you mean how do I fit my cock inside a woman’s tight little pussy?” he growls softly, his eyes going half-lidded with lust.
Wordlessly, I nod, not trusting myself to speak.
“Well, I have to get her ready first.” He’s still stroking, holding my eyes with his own as he speaks.
“Get her ready?” I ask. “How?”
“By tasting her pussy. By licking her and teasing her tight little clit with my tongue. By making her come all over my face.” His voice is a low, lustful rumble I can feel in my bones. Chill bumps have broken out all over my skin and I feel hot and cold at the same time.
“But…that’s wrong,” I whisper. “It’s forbidden.”
“Not everything you were taught is ‘forbidden’ is wrong,” he growls. “Where’s the harm in me tasting your soft little pussy to get you ready for my cock?”
“I…I never said I would let you do…do that to me,” I say quickly, my cheeks flaming. “In fact, I forbid you to try anything of the sort. I’m a virgin and I must remain one.”
“Of course you are…my eager little virgin. I loved watching you make yourself come,” he rumbles, stroking faster.
His equipment looks huge and ruddy in the firelight.
I can almost see it throbbing in his hand.
“The same way I’m going to enjoy tasting you…
and putting my cock deep inside you. I’m going to stretch out that tight little pussy on my shaft until you moan for more. ”
His dirty words paint pictures in my head—pictures I know I shouldn’t be seeing.
“Stop it!” I demand, but my voice comes out breathless and uncertain.
“Not until I fucking come. I love picturing you under me,” he informs me. “Or maybe on top of me, riding me while I’m in my Drake form.”
“What?” I can’t believe the words he’s saying. “I would never—I could never.”
“You could,” he says. “And someday you will. I’ve Shifted with you on top of me once—I could Shift while I was inside you.”
“I was on your back—riding you!” I protest
“And you’d be riding me again,” he promises, with a low chuckle. “Just in a different way, Princess.”
“You’d kill me!” I protest. “The size difference alone—”
“I can control the size of my Drake if I have to,” he informs me. “He’s a part of me, but separate too. He’d like a chance to taste your pussy and fuck you—just like I would.”
Now he’s going too far. I can’t listen to this any more…even though for some reason his filthy words make me tingle. I press my thighs together hard, feeling how swollen I am in my forbidden area. What Valen calls my “pussy.”
“I’m wearing the ring,” I remind him. “I’ll never let you do that to me—especially not in your dragon form!”
“Ah yes, I guess you could freeze me again,” he growls softly. “Or command me to stop. But would you really want to? Or does the thought of me licking your soft little pussy make you as hot as it makes me?”
And then, with a low groan, he erupts—for want of a better word. The thick club of flesh jerks in his hand and spurts cream all over his flat belly.
I watch, helpless to look away. Goddess above, why can’t I stop watching…and why can’t I stop picturing the awful things he said?
And why does picturing them make my pussy feel so hot and wet and empty?