The Dragon's Arranged Mate(10)

I tried to apply the same principles to my brother's journey into  manhood. Of course, he didn't need the same sort of assistance that I  did. He seemed to be born mature, and had the self-control he needed to  manage his shifts.

After more than an hour of flying with my mate clutched tightly against  my chest, I turned back to the castle. She had seen what I could do, the  power I carried within me. Now it was time to show her the full power  of the dragon in our bed.

I beat my wings, the webbing nearly translucent in the light of the  moon. I looked down at Anabelle, who was still enthralled by our  nighttime journey. Her red curls spread out behind her like a flag,  waving in the wind. Every so often she would laugh or whoop with joy,  but for the most part she remained silent, in wonder at what we were  doing together.         

     



 

I could feel her tiny heart beating against me, and remembered the  exhilaration of my first flight. And after that, I remembered, the blood  had been flowing so hard and fast through my veins that I'd wanted to  bed anything that would stay still long enough for me to find release. I  knew she would be just as stirred as I'd been, then.

The castle loomed before us, growing larger and larger as we approached.  I honed in on the balcony leading to our chambers and slowed my  approach. We landed with a soft thud, and I bent to release my captive  mate. She stepped lightly from my hand, breathless and giddy, and backed  into the room until she was standing against the edge of the bed. I saw  the flush of her normally milky white skin and the heat of her eyes.  Yes, she was exhilarated and joyful … and aroused, as I had thought she'd  be.

I quickly allowed myself to shift back to my human form, and stood  before her in my nakedness. Her top teeth bit into her full, ripe bottom  lip. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath coming short and fast.  I saw her eyes move quickly down to my erect cock, standing tall before  me. She knew what I wanted, and licked her lips involuntarily.

I moved toward her, slowly, like an animal stalking its prey. And in a  way I was; though in this case, my prey was all too willing to be  captured. When I reached the place where she stood, I raked the tips of  my fingers down from her throat, over the emeralds she still wore around  her neck, and over the swells of her breasts. Then I hooked my fingers  under the seam of her gown and tore it away from her body, then wrenched  the heavy necklace from where it hung and threw it to the floor.

She gasped, now naked from the waist up. Her nipples were erect, and I  instantly wrapped one arm around her slim waist to pull her closer to my  greedy mouth. I descended on one breast, sucking and licking the soft,  firm flesh, while with my free hand I fondled the other and pinched the  nipple.

"Caside … " she moaned, her head thrown back in pleasure. I continued my  assault of her perfect breasts, knowing that her arousal was growing  just as mine was. She surrendered to me, and I exalted in my possession  of this magnificent woman. Her gasps and moans excited me even further  until I was nearly ready to burst without even being touched.

I pulled away from her just long enough to use my hands to pull what was  left of her gown over her round hips and buttocks to the floor. I then  crouched there, before the mound of curls already wet with her desire,  and in one swift motion I grasped her hips and pulled her closer to my  face.

I heard her surprised exclamation, but I was too overcome with the scent  of my mate to pay her any mind. She was intoxicating, begging me to  taste her without even using words. I extended my tongue and lapped at  her mound, once, twice. Just teasing her and myself.

She moaned, her earlier protestations swept away by desire. I used one  hand to firmly push her back onto the bed, and once she was splayed out  on the mattress I knelt and took in the glorious sight of the cunt now  displayed before me. I had to get to the source of that scent, had to  fill my senses with her.

I opened the lips with my thumbs, then descended upon her pink wetness with my mouth.

Her body jumped as if set ablaze, and she cried out at the new  sensation. My tongue went to work, licking up her juices and delighting  in her moans and whimpers. I assaulted her hot pink bud with my tongue,  alternating between sucking, licking and flicking my tongue rapidly  against the very tip.

Anabelle was being driven wild. Her hips bucked and grinded against me. I  pushed them to the bed with my hands, stilling her. She seemed to enjoy  being restrained even more, and her juices soaked my chin.

I glanced up across her flat belly and the mounds of her tits to where  her head rolled from side to side. Her cries had extended to one long  continuous moan, as my face was buried between her legs and pleasuring  her as she'd never known.

Suddenly she gasped sharply, her back arching. Her thighs tightened  around my head and I felt the spasms of her button and the fresh flood  of wetness. I held on to her legs as her climax swept over her, leaving  her shaking and panting for air.

I gave her no time to recover, instead standing up and ramming my throbbing cock into her still-quivering hole.

She shouted, torn between exquisite pleasure and the sensitivity that  still existed in that tight sheath. But I cared not; I was burning for  release after satisfying my taste for her. I held onto her hips and rode  her mercilessly, delighting in her cries and the sight of her breasts  bouncing in time with my forceful thrusts. My aching balls, so ready to  explode, slapped against her round buttocks as I pounded myself into her  over and over.

"Oh, Caside! Oh! Oh!" she cried out with every thrust.         

     



 

"Tell me," I grunted like the animal I was. "Tell me you're mine. I own you."

"I'm yours!" she gasped, then continued to moan.

"Tell me you want more," I demanded.

"I … want … more!"

"Tell me you love when I fuck you."

"I … I love … I love when you … fuck me!" she shouted, as her second climax  approached and quickly overtook her and turned her last words into long  screams. This threw me over the edge, too, and my own climax hit. I  cried out, and the room was filled with our mingled sounds of ecstasy.  Once again I filled her with my hot seed, and then felt as drained as my  balls now were.

I collapsed on top of her, my feet still on the floor, my torso extended over hers. We both glistened with sweat.

After we caught our breath, I stood and climbed into the bed. She  crawled up to where I reclined and placed her head on my chest.

I stared into the fire, which blazed in the hearth which stretched  across the wall opposite the bed, hypnotized. Now that I was becoming  more myself again and my thoughts were clearer, I wondered how my queen  would react to all that had just transpired.

Finally my curiosity got the better of me. "Are you well, my love?" I asked, haltingly.

She waited a moment, then raised her head and turned her face to mine.  "That was incredible," she whispered with a smile. I smiled in return.

"Tell me what was incredible," I prompted.

She rested her head once again and entwined her long legs with my own.  "The feeling of flying. I was so frightened. I didn't know if you'd drop  me, or crush me. I didn't know how much of your senses you had control  over once you shifted. Nobody ever told me."

"And yet you wanted to see me shift," I pointed out, stroking her fiery hair. I felt her nod against my chest.

"Yes  –  I wanted to see you, all of you. I had to take the chance," she whispered.

"And how do you feel about me now?" I asked. I was more afraid of the  answer than I cared admit even to myself. I was afraid that now, once  our passion for each other had been quenched temporarily, she would come  back to her senses and reject me.

But I needn't have feared. She looked at me once again. "You are  magnificent," she whispered, and I could tell from the look in her eye  that her words were sincere. Somewhere, even in the drowsiness that came  after a long flight and a good fuck, the dragon roared in  self-satisfaction.

She sat up then, facing me. "When you took me and we were flying … I've  never felt so free and wild. But then somehow I knew that I was  protected, too. I knew you would keep me safe, somehow. Does that sound  mad?"

I shook my head. "That was what I meant for you to feel. I wanted you to  feel safe, and to know that I would keep you in my protection. After  what happened earlier today, you needed reassurance. I want you to  always feel safe with me, as my wife and my mate."

She snuggled back against me, and I stroked her back and the arm she snaked around my torso.

"How did you feel when we came back from the flight?" I had to ask. She  ducked her head against me, but I wouldn't be put off. I wanted to hear  her words.

"I wanted you," she said, plainly. "I wanted you more then than I wanted  you even before our wedding, or any other time in my youth. I wanted  you to take me. I wanted to feel your power."