Chapter 20 #2
Did she need a reminder? Had she forgotten?
Surely it was impossible to forget anything about Vilka, his forceful masculinity, his otherworldly handsomeness.
He was a warrior who had drunk from a world eater, bested a beast so large and so frightening there had not been a single other soul to face it.
That experience was written on his body, in the scars he still carried across his torso, shoulders, and arms. They were hidden now beneath his all too human clothing, but she knew they were there, and suddenly it became important to see them.
She put her hands to his chest and began to undress him as he undressed her, baring his body as she had not in quite some time.
Perhaps it had been the rigors of raising a small person.
Perhaps it had been the difficulty integrating into a dragon world.
More likely, it was simple guilt that had cast something of a pall over their lovemaking.
It had not been an entirely celibate few years, but the passion that had characterized their first months together had waned into a slow burn and where they had once unleashed their most basic instincts upon each other with little in the way of restraint, they had become hesitant in a variety of ways.
They had not spoken of it directly. Instead they had allowed themselves to be distracted by the many rigors of life, but Kate suspected they had both been keenly aware of it each and every day.
As his shirt came off over his head, Kate reached for him, yearning for skin to skin contact.
When they had first met, his body had been almost unbearably desirable.
Slabs of muscle in perfect formation, his frame tall and broad.
The perfection nature had given him was now marked with the battle he had fought not for his life, but for hers and for everybody else’s.
Nobody in this city knew what he had done for them.
Everybody who had passed them by had done so without the slightest awareness that but for the tall man with the dark hair and magnetic eyes, the city would be in ruins.
He had spared New York the fate that had befallen Los Angeles.
He was the only reason that she had a city to come home to, that Mika had a place to be born.
Millions owed him a debt of gratitude he would likely never be paid.
“Do they frighten you still?” He looked down at her as she ran her fingers across the deep marks in his flesh, thick with scar tissue.
“They’ve never frightened me,” she said, looking up and into his eyes. They were as charismatic as ever, but held a sadness that made a lump rise in her throat.
“I’ve seen you wince and shy from them when we make love,” he said. “I know I am not the man I once was.”
She let out a gasp of shock. “That is what you think? Vilka. I have shied from these because I am the one who put them there. I caused you this pain. I woke the beast that hurt you. I am not frightened of you when I look at these marks. I am reminded of what I did to you.”
Tears welled in her eyes and he leaned down and kissed them away.
“I have told you so many times that it was not your fault,” he murmured, running his hands over her naked body in slow, comforting caresses.
“I was the guardian of Avastias, and I was guardian because of the actions I took long before you arrived. You did not know what you were doing. There was no way for you to suspect that you would wake a beast that great. I did what I was supposed to do, nothing more.”
“You could have died,” she said. “I could have lost you. Mika could have lost her father. And all because I wouldn’t stop opening portals…”
“It is in the past now, my love,” Vilka said, pressing kisses to her lips as he pulled her naked body against his own, the thick line of his cock hard against her belly.
“We both did what we did, and we both faced the consequences of that. You were here alone for years with our child. I faced the dragon and wear the scars of his fury.”
The truth was, they both wore scars. Kate’s were not so dramatic, but her body had been marked and changed by the birth of her daughter. Neither one of them was as they had been when they first met, and yet the desire they had for one another was stronger than ever.
Their mouths met in a passionate kiss, tongues lapping and suckling as passion sparked anew. This did not feel like the slow coupling they had engaged in since she returned to the dragon realm. This felt as it had in the beginning, when he claimed her with all his desire.
He broke the kiss, his hand locked in the hair at the back of her head, keeping her in place as his gaze burned into her. “I forgive you for everything, Kate. Do not be ashamed when you look on these marks. I would have taken a hundred more of them to have you.”
Caught between need for him and the urge to burst into tears, Kate squirmed in his grasp. It was not only Avastias who had been slumbering. The beast of his libido had been sleepy as well, but she could sense that it had awakened with a vengeance.
“You wish to live here in this world of reckless, thoughtless men,” he said, his voice a gravelly purr. “You wish to take our daughter here too. And you wish for me to accompany you. I will not be a mere husband, Kate. I am not a man, and you will do well to remember that.”
Her pussy was throbbing, her clit hard with desire as he held her in place, his words lashing her. “I’m…”
“Silence,” he growled. “It has been too long since you were leashed and fucked. Too long since you remembered what I am and what you are. I am a dragon, Kate. You are my mate.” He turned and pushed her toward the bed. “Bend over,” he ordered. “Present your pussy for your master to fuck.”
Her blush lit her face, but she turned and did as she was told, taking to her hands and knees on the linen. Vilka stood behind her, the head of his cock running along the slit of her pussy.
“You have not forgotten who we are, have you?” He growled the question softly as he pushed his cock between her lips and straight into her pussy. She was not completely wet yet, but there was enough moisture from the kissing and caressing to allow his thick member passage.
“I haven’t forgotten,” she gasped as her pussy spread wide around him. He slid all the way to the base of his cock, filling her completely.
He held her there on his cock, his hand meeting her bottom with a series of hard slaps that made her gasp and jump and whimper. He kept one hand on the back of her neck, the other painting her squirming cheeks with the heat of his palm.
“I think we had both forgotten,” he said.
“Until you said you wanted to come to this world of chaos, until I saw for myself what goes on here, the unchecked masses of humanity acting out their whims and wills.” He laid a hard slap to her bottom and pulled his cock out of her pussy completely before sliding it back in a long hard stroke that made her squeal.
“You feel different,” he said. “Hotter. Wetter. This is how you’re supposed to be fucked, isn’t it, my little human mate.”
Kate let out a moan of assent as with a snarl of pleasure, he moved both of his hands to her hips and began to draw her pussy back and forth on his cock, dealing an occasional slap to her bottom.
Soon his rod was slick with her juices as her body gave him what he wanted, her lips gripping his shaft as he used her as only a dragon can use a human.