Chapter 41 Theron
THERON
Gods, I cannot believe I finally get to taste her—I can’t help reliving the experience even as it unfolds.
Elowen lying naked and perfect beneath the ancient Grandfather tree, her lush curves painted in dappled forest light.
Those full, heavy breasts rising and falling with each breath…
her pink nipples tight and begging for my mouth.
Her wide hips flare into thick, creamy thighs, and her red mound of curls guards the sweetest pussy I have ever scented. She’s a vision—soft where I’m hard, lush where I’m carved from stone.
My Drake rumbles approval deep within me, his scales shifting beneath my skin. He likes the way she looks too…and loves the ways she tastes.
I love giving her pleasure…love watching the nervousness melt from those big blue eyes into hazy, trusting lust. I know the other girls in her dorm made her feel self-conscious about her curves—skinny little bitches whispering that she’s “too big.” Fools. She’s fucking perfect.
I’ve been taking my time with her, kissing gentle and slow. My tongue teases hers, tasting honey and her innocence. I love how she moans for me, her fingers clutching my horns, her body yielding beautifully.
Her little gasps, the way her body trembles, the soft helpless sounds she makes…all of it makes me hard as a rock. My Drake pushes at the boundaries of my control, demanding more, but I force myself to savor her slowly.
I kiss all around her, my lips tracing the plump outer lips…
my tongue flicking lightly to savor the salt-sweet nectar already gathering there.
Her thighs quiver on either side of my head—fuck, I love that—the muscles trembling, her heels digging into the grass as she moans and bucks her hips for me.
My Drake roars inside my skull.
“Mine. Taste deeper. Claim her–Bond her!”
I can feel his scales burning, my own cock throbbing painfully against the confines of my trousers. He loves her flavor too–her salty/sweet honey and the way her soft little pussy opens so well for my tongue.
“She could take my tongue too–I know she could,” he tells me.
I push this idea away at first. Elowen’s a virgin–she’s not going to be up for letting him taste her too.
But my Drake persists and the urge for a partial shift is a tangible pressure behind my teeth his tongue would be thicker, hotter. But she’s nervous, this is new to her, so I need to ask.
When I tell her he wants to taste her, she freezes, her eyes widening—memories of my fully shifted form likely flashing behind them. “
He…he does?” she whispers.
“Just with his tongue,” I assure her quickly, stroking her thigh. “I won’t Shift completely, I swear it.”
She swallows, then lets out a soft, shuddering breath.
“Well…all right. If…if he really wants to.”
“Oh, he wants you as badly as I do, baby,” I growl, feeling my Drake purr with triumph.
I duck my head once more. I let him surface—a partial Shift that is difficult for most, though I find it as easy as breathing. My tongue lengthens, thickens, and gets hotter. It swells as it breaches her—a hot, wet velvet intrusion that stretches her pink walls deliciously.
She cries out,
“Oh…oh, Theron! Oh Goddess—yes!”
Her hands fly to grip my horns tight as she bucks against my mouth.
Fuck, the dual pleasure is staggering—my own senses mingling with my Drake’s primal roar. It is infinitely better when both of us are involved. Her helpless moans and cries echo around us as my Drake’s huge tongue fucks deep into her, thrusting in a relentless rhythm, lapping at her inner walls.
“Theron… fill me… it feels so good…” she gasps.
I grip her curvy hips—that soft, lush perfection—and fuck her deeper with my Drake’s tongue, curling it to stroke the secret depths inside her.
She rides my face eagerly, grinding shamelessly against me.
My thumb finds her tight little button, circling it slowly, then firmly, drawing sparks beneath my touch.
When she pulls on my horns, guiding me, I nearly lose my mind.
Pleasure skyrockets—hers, mine, my Drake’s.
It’s all too fucking much but I never want it to end.
When she bucks against me, moaning wildly, her pussy gushing a fresh flood of sweet juices.
“Theron! Goddess, yes, I’m coming!” she moans.
My Drake laps eagerly, roaring with lust, and then I feel him surge forward in another partial shift.
My cock thickens, straining violently against my trousers.
The button pops off with a ping, fabric tearing, but I don’t fucking care because she tastes so fucking good and making her come is the best thing I’ve ever fucking felt.
She moans softly as she comes down and my Drake’s tongue shifts back into mine. I have to admit, it surprised me that she allowed my Drake to taste her. Maybe in time she would be open to more than just tasting.
But time is what we don’t have. After she collects the jewel, we’ll only have one quest left before she can work the spell.
I push that thought away. I don’t want to think about never seeing her again–of losing my memory of this time together. Instead, I concentrate on cleaning her with my tongue, savoring her honey while I can.
I only wish this time with her could last forever.