Page 25 of Drakhana's Treasure
Gripping her shoulders hard enough to scratch her with my nails, I start to move in hard, rhythmic strokes that get harder and faster on every thrust.
Seventeen
Kirralee
Part of me wants to struggle against the hard ground and Rastus’ equally hard body. There is some vestige of my hesitant nature left and there is a recoil deep inside me as I try to protect it.
The fire will not be denied. It binds us together, the spiraling, twisting flames wrapping around us both and flowing into the sky to join the hot, dry wind. Our power has mingled and become one. My body must follow.
I bend easily as he pleasures me, amazed that he has thought of my own pleasure before his own. The moment of struggle only flashes over me for a second as he pushes his way inside me and then I’m surrounded by new sensations, feelings that creep along my skin and bloom from deep inside.
When his hands dig into my shoulders and he starts to thrust harder and faster, I feel a deep ache start up inside me. The harder he pounds me, the worse it gets, even though I can feel him hitting it with his huge cock.
There seems to be far too much in the way, our hips, our legs, our hands. I want him even further inside; I want to feel him as deep within me as he can possibly get.
With a low growl, I reach up and grab his shoulders. I lean into him and push as I kick my leg up. I see a flash of surprise on his face as my weight unbalances him and we flip over.
The second my knees grip his sides as I sit up pleasure explodes inside me. I let my weight drop on to him and feel his cock slam into the deepest part of me. For a moment I can’t do anything except feel the pleasure stretching up my spine, ripples of pleasure that radiate out of me exactly like the heat that emanates from my skin.
When I look down Rastus is staring up at me, an expression of wonder on his face. Excitement just keeps growing inside me, doubling up on itself and filling me with intense energy. Caught on it, I reach for Rastus’ shoulders and grind my hips down.
Thought flees from me. There is only the sweet ache inside, rubbing against the friction of Rastus’ hard staff. His hands grip my hips loosely as he tightens his belly and points his hips up even higher so I can pleasure myself even more. When I lean forward, bracing against my hands, even more pressure works through my clit and pussy, leading to an explosive orgasm that makes me feel like I’m being blown apart.
Just as my body starts to lose all its tension, I feel Rastus’ hands close tightly on my hips. I stay loose on top of him while he jerks his hips upwards, savagely thrusting himself up into me. On the third thrust he thickens to an almost unbelievable thickness, the edges pushing me apart with real pain. It lasts less than a second as his own release swiftly follows, pumping me full of his seed.
I fall forward, pressing my cheek to his chest. His arms fold around me and I can feel the fire dancing over our skins as our breathing slows.
“We really need to stop ending up naked in the desert.” I whisper against his chest. He chuckles and his arms tighten on me. Even though the moment has changed, I can still feel his urgency. Only a short time ago, he was sure I would die. I was pretty sure of it myself.
He tugs me down beside him so he can look into my eyes. Both of us still have glowing skin and bright eyes, as if the fire is clinging to us.
“I was so scared, Kirra.” He strokes my face, looking into my eyes as if he wants to lose himself there. “I can’t lose you. I love you.”
Tears well up before the lump in my throat can even start to form. When it does the tears spill over and my voice trembles in my throat.
“I love you too, Rastus.”
“But seriously, my love.” he pulls me even closer, starting to run his hands over me as if to make sure I’m all there. “How are you?”
“I’m okay. More than okay.” The fire in my heart keeps beating, keeps growing. I’m more light than flesh. The barrier I felt in communicating with others seems even more insurmountable. I don’t understand what people want. I can’t make sense of their motivations. I just want to drift on the sun-soaked breeze, listen to lava boiling… And lay with Rastus.
“I feel strong, but I also feel like a flower ready to wilt. As if the smallest bit of stress could start to put my fire out.”
He grabs me, pressing me to his chest. “Take mine! You keep giving fire to me, take all I have.”
I relax in his arms, allowing myself a slow smile.
“I’m not like you, Rastus. Nor am I like the others. You all forget your fire to come here and be human. If my fire is even slightly threatened, its catastrophic for me.” I turn so I can look into his eyes.
‘I don’t think I can stay in the city.”
His face falls but I can tell he is not surprised.
“I’ve been thinking the same thing, my love.” He sits up, raking his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t want to admit it, but I thought it might be the best thing for you.”
Silence drifts around us, becoming uncomfortable as neither of us chooses to break it. I’m rubbing my arm absently when my fingers come across a rough spot. When I look down, I see a ragged white scar on my forearm.
“The ice dragons!”
