Chapter 25 #2
She’d thought it was impossible. They’d likely eat her or encase her in dragon fire before she’d even gotten the chance to speak. Maybe with Kier’s help? She crossed her arm over her torso to clutch her opposing forearm. No. Even if they’re willing to teach me, I’d never be allowed to walk free.
Being trapped forever terrified her as much as being unloved her whole life did. She didn’t want to be... alone. She was tired of it.
Not enough to be with the first person who came along and showed her kindness – and who she could touch in some way – but enough that it sat on the forefront of her mind constantly. It’d sunk deep within her heart and soul, scoring it until she felt raw and ripped apart within.
“If only Balor were still alive,” Kier grumbled, leaning his elbow on the ground so he could rest his jaw in his palm. “He would’ve been able to assist in this matter, as he also struggled to control his abilities.”
“Your family seems unique. From what you’ve told me so far, most of your siblings had additional powers.”
Kier shrugged, causing the shine of his scales to shift.
“Much of it can be learned, which I cannot say for your kind. But yes, certain powers come easier to us than to others, requiring less concentration or magic. Not all of us were blessed, but our parents mated for strong hatchlings. They were just lucky they were quite infatuated with each other to begin with.”
Carwyn smiled softly at the fact that he was being so open with her, when he’d been so reserved in the beginning.
“Now, back to my questions,” Kier stated. “Can you feel another through the water?”
Her lips pursed in thought. “I don’t know. Why?”
“Then perhaps we can try. I’m interested in getting into this pool with you and seeing if there is a way for us to touch properly.”
His expression appeared so soft and warm that it didn’t give away his mischievous, perverted thoughts.
“You better not be hard,” she bit out, without a shred of anger.
Kier chuckled lowly. “I already told you, you’ll be safe from me for a while.” His smile shifted into a conniving smirk. “But there is always next time.”
Her cheeks flared with blushing heat, and she pressed up on her knees so she could reach for her washcloth and array of hair and body products waiting on the pool’s edge. Perhaps it’s best if I wash and flee as soon as I can.
She needed time to collect her thoughts before anything more happened between them. There was a lot to take in after today; the words and actions shared between them, and the intimacy she never would’ve expected when she’d first been brought to this cave.
The idea that there would be more between them made her stomach flutter. Even if it was meaningless, with him, she wouldn’t have to feel just how little she mattered. Even if it was temporary and she’d hopefully leave soon, she’d like a little more.
For once in her life, she was willing to be truly selfish about something she shouldn’t have.
Convincing this female to crawl into Kier’s lap while he was human and ride him had been nigh impossible. It’d taken a lot of work: many promises, assurances, and added restrictions.
He’d managed to touch her again while he was in dragon form, making her orgasm against his tongue this time rather than his palm.
He’d resisted licking her directly, biting her, or putting his cock anywhere except in her gloved hands.
He was attempting to be accommodating, to coax Carwyn out of her unsure, hesitant shell.
The moment he’d suggested they try while he was in human form, she’d gotten flighty on him. It still boggled his mind that this body frightened the pretty female when it was more similar to hers, and that she so easily accepted his dragon one.
But he wanted to cross this worrisome boundary with her and try something a little more...
intimate. Her gloves, although soft, didn’t feel great stroking over his poor, sensitive dick, and he worried she’d eventually chafe it.
He also wanted her to grow comfortable with his human form, rather than have the urge to flee whenever she saw it, like it was a monstrous, horrible beast.
He was handsome in human form. At least Kier was confident enough to assume that, so he’d like for it to be desired.
Her arousal scent dancing around his senses informed him she liked it as she ground against his cock, shoving her pussy down against the seam of his wretched trousers.
He wanted to reach out and grab her arse, play with it, knead it, use it to guide her, but he was forced to keep his hands behind his back as promised.
At least being propped up on the chaise he’d moved from his book hoard to her alcove allowed them to be close. Her naked breasts bounced only a few inches from his hungry mouth, and it took everything in him not to lean forward and bring a nipple past his lips to suck.
The moment she’d gotten on top of him and started working her pussy on him, she’d grown a little more daring – bolder and braver.
When he’d asked her to lower her underdress, she hadn’t needed further convincing.
His torso was covered in a long-sleeved tunic; there was very little chance of their skin brushing other than his face and neck.
The pressure of her rolling against his throbbing cock was hard and tight.
Carwyn ground down on him with all her might, like she wished their clothing would disappear or tear so he’d sink into her.
She smelt wet, and he wanted it to saturate him until the length of him glistened with her.
Her huffs of breath were quick, airy, and palpable, and he had to be satisfied with the way they occasionally teased against his heated ear and neck.
With flushed cheeks, onyx eyes glittering with need, and her full lips swollen from biting them constantly, she was beguiling like this.
She sounds pretty too, his mind mused, before a small groan bubbled up his throat when she rubbed hard over the head of his cock.
Her gaze never left his face – he knew this – but his was constantly drawn down to what jiggled and bounced in front of him.
Kier winced when he wanted to bite one of her perfect tits.
Soft, full, perky, and tipped with dusky-rose peaks, they called for him to tease her with them, especially since she reacted so intensely whenever he did touch them.
Like when he’d learned she enjoyed him brushing them softly with the back of a scaled finger, or scraping the side of his curling claw up and down them.
Now I understand why human men are infatuated with such things. Kier was very quickly becoming obsessed with hers, and her cute, sharp little twitches and cries.
He wanted a breast right on his tongue so he could lick the soft globe of the underside.
Then nuzzle it with his entire face. Bite it until he drew blood.
Suck until he left marks. He wanted to rest his head upon both swells as if they’d be a comfortable and gentle place for his weary, dizzy head as she torturously rode him.
The constriction and constant denial was warping his brain, so the longer he couldn’t have them, the more he needed them like a terrible ache.
Her pussy was right there – wet, hot, and begging for his cock – and he was restrained to do damn-well nothing as she bounced and ground on him.
Used him to get herself off. He didn’t even have the satisfaction of her wet heat grinding directly over his flesh, and he thought her folds would wrap the underside nicely as he thrust over her.
She’d snuggle the thicker middle and flared pink head, covering it in her slick to make it even more enjoyable.
No, instead of being sheathed in what he thought might be heaven – it could be his warped brain thinking such fantastical things – so he could come hard while nestled inside her, he was about to do it in his fucking pants.
Didn’t human men find such things appalling and mortifying? And here he was about to do it purposefully because he wanted her trust.
She’d already come over him. When she’d ceased moving, Kier had ground upwards with hard slams, causing whispering cries from her, until it had spurred her into motion once more.
And heavens, the way she moved. Her hips rolled sensually, causing her back to arch. If she tilted her head back, she almost pressed her breasts against his face.