Chapter 37
thirty-seven
Quick Island Adventure
“Bastian!” I scream as the Earth gets farther and farther away.
“Hush,” he says on a laugh. “You’ve made us invisible, not silent.”
Fear makes my fingernails dig into the skin of his arm, but my grip isn’t necessary; Bastian is holding me up all on his own.
His wings beat the air around us in heavy whoomphs that radiate through my body.
We reach a terrifying height before our ascent slows, then finally stops.
We’re so high the air has grown colder, and gusty.
Bastian maneuvers me in his arms until my legs are wrapped around his waist and my chin is tucked over his shoulder. He cradles me like this for a moment, running his hands through my hair as we hover.
“Don’t be afraid, Cait,” he murmurs. “It’s beautiful.”
I shake my head. “I’m not afraid.”
He chuckles gently. “Why are your eyes closed?”
It’s only then I realize I’ve winced them shut. I pry one open, and at the sight of the world, they both go wide.
I suck in a sharp gasp, mystified by the raw loveliness of the land and lake rolling out below us.
Sunlight shimmers in the water like liquid gold, and the breeze blows fresh blossoms and green leaves.
The craggy edges of the island are sprayed with mist from the deep blue lake.
Green flows out across the land where trees are returning from hibernation.
“Wow,” I whisper, unable to surmise in any other way.
Bastian’s tail whips upward and we shift, tilting forward. I yelp as gravity leaves my body in the dive. I squeeze his sides harder and close my eyes again. We only fall for a few seconds but it feels like a lifetime.
He flares his wings out wide to catch the air. I lurch forward and he holds my ass in both hands, keeping me securely tucked against him.
We land with a thud that makes me whimper and Bastian laugh.
“I’ve missed flying,” he says with wistful optimism.
“My f-first, time,” I say, my teeth chattering from the adrenaline.
His hand slides over my ass to my pussy in long, groping strokes that turns the adrenaline in my blood to something warmer.
He walks through the trees, snapping branches with his clawed feet.
“How did you like it?” he asks.
“F-fine,” I manage, my voice a little squeaky.
“Did I scare my little Kitty?” he asks, pulling harder on my center with every pass of his hand.
“Some,” I admit.
He threads his fingers through my hair and pulls my head away from the crook of his neck. He’s smiling so brightly I think it might rival the sun.
“You don’t have to be afraid with me,” he says, pushing his forehead against mine. “I’ll never let you fall.”
Words like “never,” and “forever,” and “ours,” come so easily to him.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
I nod.
He takes his hand from my hair and swirls his arm behind me. When he drops, my butt hits something solid, but soft. I look back to see a replica of our bed in the middle of the forest.
“Lie back,” he says.
I unlock my arms from his neck and let myself drift onto the sheets. Bastian pushes my skirt up to my waist and hooks his fingers in my stockings, pulling them down with ease. He kneels between my legs, licking his lips like a man about to feast.
“I have never done this,” he says. “But I would like to, with you.”
My heart thunders in my ears as I watch him between my thighs. His hands rub up and down my calves as he watches me, trepidation in his gaze. Rejection is on my tongue but why? He’s not any other man I’ve been with. He doesn’t come to me with judgement or shame. He comes with love.
I nod again, unable to find words.
His expression grows very serious as he tugs down my panties, like he’s concentrating.
“Tell me if…” He bites his lips and looks up at me. “If I’m doing it wrong.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
He pulls my heels over his shoulders and spreads my thighs, kissing each in turn. His fingers spread me open and he moves in without a second thought.
I tense at the pressure of his tongue against my opening as it slides up to my clit.
He moves over me again, painting a long line through me.
Again and again, he just licks from opening to apex in a rhythm that sets the pace.
It’s not fast, it’s not hurrying to get through this and onto something better.
He’s just here, and so am I, doing this.
Somewhere around thirty licks I stop counting and anticipating his next move, falling into the sensation of feeling instead.
I slide my hand through his hair, touching the rough, broken horns on each side of his head.
The jagged edges are in sharp contrast to the soft lapping of his mouth at my center.
He licks, and licks, the constant pressure and consistent pace putting my head in a strange delirium. I moan and fist his hair when the sensation builds, uncontrollable or containable. Bastian groans at the reaction, increasing the pressure and pace.
He pauses the long strokes to flick my clit, then sucks it into his mouth. I pull in a deep breath from the leap in sensation, the tender flesh overwhelmed by his attention. My thighs come together and he growls deeply into my lap, relishing the pressure I put on him.
My hips begin to thrust and gyrate, mindless motions for a meditative existence of licks, and flicks, and sucks. I pant out heady moans into the trees as I ride the edge of my orgasm. Then, I feel Bastian’s finger press against my opening.
I grunt in confirmation, begging to be filled by him. His finger slides into me easily, hitting everything I need on the way. The friction of his pad along my top wall when he pulls out to the tip has me losing my mind.
He thrusts into me with metronomic intensity that breaks the barrier between me and pure bliss.
I moan, my pleasure bouncing between the trees around us as I come undone.
Bastian circles my clit, slowing his affections but not stopping, forcing me to live out every ounce of pleasure that can be wrung free.
When I’m shivering and tense, he finally stops, a huge smile spread over his face that exposes his fangs.
“Your books are very informative,” he says, then licks his lips.
I giggle, my body curled tight with the aftershocks. “Is that so?”
“Mhmm,” he hums. “And they told me that you can easily have another orgasm in moments, so…”
My panties and stockings are pulled free and the bed disappears below me. I scramble to grab anything but before I touch the ground, Bastian has pulled me into the air. I yelp again, fisting his hair as he pushes me into the stratosphere with my legs wrapped around his shoulders.
“Bastian, no!” I scream.
“Better get that magic working, Kitty, or everyone’s going to watch you come,” he says.
Fuck!
I glance around to see the harbor town nearby and houses smattered in between. I force my magic down my arms and will it to conceal us.
Clouds. We’re just clouds.
Orange mists around us and we’re encased in white.
Oh shit, I can’t see! He can’t see!
He makes a muffled laugh. “We’re fine.”
He open mouth kisses my pussy, letting his teeth graze my pubic mound. His lower teeth press into the skin below my clit and he sucks as he slides his tongue from side to side. I’m not sure where I am, or who I am, as blinding, white-hot pleasure spears thought my pelvis and tightens my whole body.
My thighs squeeze his head. My fists pull his hair. My back arches and the cloud disguise billows around us as I scream.
We spiral, the wind whipping my hair across my face. I pull in a deep breath as I fear the worst, but then Bastian pumps his wings and we slow, landing somewhere. He shrugs off my legs and lets me slide down his body until I’m cradled against his chest.
“One more?” he asks.
I open my eyes to see we’re standing on a low cliff overlooking the water. It glistens deep blue with the sunshine. Birds call not far away, and the lapping of the waves against the rocks is steady.
My legs are not steady. They’re trembling hard in big, muscle-spasmy jumps. If Bastian weren’t cradling my booty, I’d definitely fall off him.
“I don’t know if I can,” I whine.
He hums in amusement. “One more.”
We launch toward the water and I don’t have the energy to gasp anymore.
I watch as the lake comes closer and closer, and then we bank.
Bastian’s wings flare wide and he catches the wind that pushes against the cliffs.
We arch into the side of the island until he tucks his wings in and we move through a cave.
We stop with a heavy thud, but his arm wrapped around my back keeps me from jostling off him. The water is loud in here, splashing as it rushes across the stones. It’s dark. The only light mere reflections of the sun from the water outside.
I look up at Bastian and find myself in awe of his bright glow. His dark magic is always so powerful that I forget it’s flecked with gold.
He smiles as he says, “One more,” then shoves me onto an outcropping of rock.
He pushes my thighs apart wide and looms over me before dropping between them. I’m so sensitive that the first lick feels like fire burning across my skin. He keeps moving in the same rhythmic gestures that make it impossible to think, impossible to ignore.
Two fingers press against my opening, stretching me as he pushes inside. I make a high-pitched sound I didn’t know could come out of me, then cover my mouth.
“No, let me hear,” he says, panting wildly. “Give me everything.”
I throw my arms out wide, pressing them into the smooth, wet rocks in an attempt to hold on to something. He devours me in long, deep strokes that he matches his thrusting fingers. I’m coming undone for him so quickly I’m not sure where the last orgasm ends and this one begins.
When I can’t take another second of affection, I tug on his hair to pull him away. My abs are shaking along with my thighs, and I can’t seem to pull enough air to make my head stop swimming.
He smiles at me, and I grin back at him.
“I think this…counts as all over,” I say on a shaky breath.
He chuckles as he shakes his head. “Only for now.”
My panties and stockings are long gone, so I really hope there’s not much wind on the ferry home. Bastian flies us back to the edge of the forest near our car since I can’t camouflage for shit right now. He takes it as a compliment, as he should.
Rendering a witch incapable of magic because you made her come so hard? Yeah, that’s an achievement, I’d say.
Oscar is snoozing in the back when we arrive, and the ferry is just finishing boarding as we drive up. Not that I would’ve been upset to be stuck on such a lovely island with my dragon, but I’m glad to go home.
I smile slightly as I revel in that thought.
The shop is his hoard. The hoard is our home.
Our home…