The Dragon's Arranged Mate(5)

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I whispered, and it  was the truth. She was beauty and purity and deep, lush desire. The  promise of wanton bliss. I ran my hands up and down her arms, slowly,  then gripped her shoulders and pulled her toward me. I brushed my mouth  over her full, soft lips  –  gently, so gently. She trembled and let out a  slight moan. I could sense her desire bubbling beneath her pure, serene  exterior.

I quickly pulled the linen shirt over my head, my bare torso drawing her  gaze. Her eyes traveled over the muscles in my shoulders and chest,  then made their way over my torso and down to where the sprinkling of  hair escaped from above the top of my pants. My cock stood up there,  strong and proud. Her eyes grew wide, and I could nearly read her  thoughts. She was wondering how it would fit inside her.

I wondered if in all of the rumors she'd heard of me, she'd heard of the  size of my member. Fully erect, it was as long as my hand from the heel  to the tip of my middle finger, and quite thick. It had given pleasure  to many women in my younger days, before I was King. And now it wanted  the beauty that stood before me.

I could feel the dragon beginning to stir within my loins. My thoughts  went from love and passion to thoughts of possession and control. I  wanted to consume her. I wanted to own her, to take her and use her and  make her mine. I wanted to hear her cry out my name, to beg for more.

The dual sides of my nature struggled against each other, with my bride the prize they fought for.

"Is everything well?" she asked, suddenly fretful. She must have sensed  the change in me. I squeezed her arms again, this time to reassure her.

"Anabelle," I explained, "You know of my other nature. You know about  the dragon within me. You know I can shift at will, and take flight. You  know the tales of my father and his father and the others before him,  and how their fire burned those who stood against them. You know all of  this." She nodded firmly.

"That blood courses through me, and at times of extreme pressure or  extreme excitement, I must control that nature. I have never wanted a  woman as I want you, Anabelle. And that wanting … brings out the dragon  inside of me." Her face darkened slightly, but she continued to listen.

"You are my mate  –  my true mate," I told her. "Only when the true mate  has been found does the dragon nature come to the surface, because it  knows it has found its other half and that the other half can bear its  children and continue the line of the dragons. Destiny is fulfilled this  way. Do you understand?" She nodded, still wordless.

"It will take time for me to learn to easily control the dragon side of  myself," I told her, frankly. "I've never had to fight against it as I  do with you. You bring it out of me, the fire and the want. I feel like  an animal regarding its prey when I look at you. I see your body and I  want to own it, to possess it. I want to see you writhe beneath me and  allow me to take you and use you and make you scream for more. I want  you to pant on your hands and knees as I take you from behind, to watch  you ride me like you'd ride a stallion. I want to fill you with my seed  until you're bursting with it. I want you to whimper for mercy when I  take you over … and over … and over again."         

     



 

She was trembling all over by the time I'd finished speaking. I could  sense the lust radiating from her, could see her nipples straining  against the lace of her shift.

"I don't wish to hurt you," I told her.

"I know," she whispered. "But I do want you to take me, my lord. Make me yours, fully. I want to be nothing more than yours."

She was the woman of my dreams, and I pulled her toward me in order to take her in my arms.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and tilted her head back. Once  again, our mouths met. Now the heat had increased. I could feel how warm  and willing her mouth was against my own and knew the blood was pumping  through her veins just as it had been through mine.

Her mouth was tentative, unskilled. I moved my lips against hers, then  gently probed with my tongue. I pulled away just long enough to whisper,  "Open your mouth," and she did just slightly. When my tongue met hers  she groaned, and my cock stirred again at the sound of it.

Our tongues danced, slowly at first, filling me with sensations sweeter  than any I'd ever known. I could feel her melting into me, her passion  slowly being unleashed. My hands traveled down her back until they  reached her round, full ass. She moaned again, louder this time. I  stroked her gently, softly, stoking her desire. I wanted her fully wet  and ready for the moment I entered her.

Her head tilted further back, our mouths parting. I kissed her chin,  then down her exposed throat to where it met her clavicle. I ran my  tongue along the bone until I reached her shoulder, then moved the  shoulder of her shift aside so my mouth could access it.

"Oh, my Lord," she gasped. "Please, Caside, lay me down. My knees are too weak to stand."

I chuckled against her smooth, white skin, then dipped down and gathered  legs over my arm. Lifting her easily, I carried her to the cavernous  four-poster bed, which was intended for our coupling. I laid her,  gently, on the soft feather mattress.

Her body lay before me, just waiting for me to plunder it and discover  its many charms. I started at her ankles, gently tracing their curves,  then moved up to her calves the space behind her knees. She started  breathing heavily in anticipation, and my own anticipation had grown as  well. I began working the lacy undergarment up her smooth thighs until I  reached the place where they joined. Her red curls glistened with  moisture, which I longed to lick clean, but I held myself back for now.

My hands traveled more swiftly up her flat belly, and she took the hem  of the shift and pulled it over her head. Her entire body was exposed to  me, to do with as I pleased. The dragon stirred again.

"Do I please you?" she whispered. I could hear the longing mixed with  apprehension. By way of reply, I took one of her hands and placed it on  the bulge that threatened to burst free of my leggings. "When you see  this, you don't have to wonder."

Her breasts were just as magnificent as I'd imagined. I hovered over her  and tested their weight in my hands. They were heavy, firm and round.  Her head rolled from side to side as I fondled her. My thumbs gently  skimmed her pink nipples and she arched her back.

"Gods!" she cried out, her body tensing. I lowered my head to one breast  and swiped my tongue over the sensitive pink tip. She cried out again,  then again when I repeated my attention on the other breast. Her hands  found the back of my head instinctively and her fingers tangled in my  hair. I swirled my tongue in slow, wet circles over the areola and she  groaned from deep in her throat.

I let my hand trail down her flat stomach and she wriggled and flexed  her hips. My hand wandered lower, and gently grazed the skin above her  coarse, red curls. She tensed, and I whispered reassurances in her ear  as I licked and nipped the lobe.

My hand dipped even lower, my finger dancing along the cleft of her  lips. There was moisture there, and my finger slid along the ridge  easily. She mewled and whimpered, begging me for more.

I teased her, delighting in her moans and gasps as I drove her higher  and higher toward her peak without even plunging my finger into her  wetness. I watched her body writhe and undulate on the bed, her hands  reaching out and twisting into the sheets surrounding us. She was lost  in pleasure, her eyes closed, her mouth open.

Finally, I allowed my finger to dip inside and sweep across her bud. She  arched her back, sharply, and cried out. "My lord!" she shouted, the  veins standing out on her neck. I kissed that delicious neck as my  fingers went to work on her throbbing button, circling gently. I varied  my pressure and speed to match her reactions; it seemed as though the  slower I stimulated her, the more she enjoyed it. Her moans grew louder  and longer, and her hips began grinding against my hand. I could feel  her juices flowing freely, soaking into the bed.         

     



 

Her moans were indecipherable, her head rolling from side to side. I  could sense her climax coming, and was glad of it since the sight of her  ecstasy had my cock throbbing and dripping, wanting release of its own.  Suddenly she stiffened and gasped, then shuddered. She relaxed  somewhat, trembling.

It had been a struggle, allowing her to have her first pleasure with me  without my own release. The dragon roared inside me, demanding to be  satisfied. I quickly untied the string holding my drawers closed, then  removed them in a quick, smooth motion. She gasped, the glow of the fire  illuminating my proud, stiff member.

The dragon was taking over, and I gave in gladly. It was exhausting  trying to hold back that part of my nature at times like this. I loomed  above my bride and took pleasure in the sight of her lush body lying  helpless before me. Her red hair was splayed around her, her full  breasts rising and falling with her quickened breath. I growled from  deep in the back of my throat, and she shivered. But her nipples grew  erect once again before my eyes, and I knew she was aroused by my state.