Page 18 of Drakhana's Treasure
The beast that is truly me roars with complete release as fire sparks in my veins. It hurts as the flames scorch me from the inside out, but it is a good hurt. It’s cleaning out a covered and infected wound, the kind of satisfying pain that you can only feel by purging something far worse.
While we are joined in spirit and falling through the earth, I don’t even know what’s happening. My dragon form has been so out of practice I barely remember the fall through the sky. It’s as if there was no ground at all and I just kept falling into the dark magma flows that are always beneath us, no matter where we are.
The fire catches me and cleanses me, but it’s Kirralee that’s all around me. She’s soft, warm light, something insubstantial and yet completely real. She is the only solid thing in this entire spirit realm that is edged by fire.
My body and my dragon call me back. The lava soaks through my etheric form and is carried with it where it sparks my flesh and consumes me. My blood becomes lava. The scream inside me pours out of my mouth and billowing clouds of fire rise above us.
Then she’s on my lap, in my arms. She strokes my hair and whispers to me and I’m all too aware of my body against hers. I try so hard to fight it. She’s as innocent as a child and I’m a man. Her teacher. I’m the one that needs to be strong here.
She wriggles on my lap and I know it isn’t meant to be suggestive. That doesn’t stop my body reacting violently. When my cock steals the blood from my brain and my hands grip around her, I try to stop. I try to let her go.
I can’t. It’s like we are bonded together, the fire wrapping us in its lines of light and tying us to each other for eternity.
My hands start to roam on her and when I raise my face to hers, she kisses me. The touch is light but I can feel the impact in my every cell.
My arms tighten around her and I kiss her deeper. She responds, inviting me into her. My dragon growls and after only a few seconds I push her to the ground. Part of me is struggling to stop or at least slow down. The rest of me has made up its mind.
Once she’s lying on the sand and I’m on top of her, it’s more than just lust. I’ve never felt desire like this before, with so much intensity that I literally can’t think. My dragon is frantic to claim her, to join us together. She is like a virgin field, begging to be sown.
Virgin.
Is she? Perhaps. Fire dragons are very liberal lovers, but only over the last twenty or so years. There have not been young in the fire clan for some time now. This has made a great number of our population into pleasure seekers, creating a new sexual culture in the face of our possible extinction.
All the orgies in the world couldn’t make a baby, though. I didn’t judge anyone who indulged themselves that way, but I didn’t participate, either. I had lovers. I just found that without bonding, there wasn’t much point.
This is more than bonding. It’s like my every particle is exposed to Kirralee. We are open to each other in a way no physical being has ever been. Our dragons know it and our souls know it. Our hearts are already one and all our heads need to do is catch up.
I trace Kirralee’s perfect skin with my fingertips, from her shoulders, right down her belly and thighs. My mouth waters as I lean over her, the ache between my legs almost too much to bear. I hover over her perfect pink nipples, ready to pull one into my mouth and taste it.
I let my lips come down to touch her skin, my tongue flicking towards her nipple. She shudders and I can feel her desire, tinged now with anxiety.
My dragon senses this, as if she is about to sneak away, right out from under me. I cover her body with my own and kiss her again, waiting for her to open to me. She does, the lust rising between us both. While my mouth is on hers, she stays pliant and giving.
I slip one hand around her shoulders, holding her against me while my other hand explores her. I reach between us to rub her breasts again, the heavy weight of them bouncing against my palm. Moaning with need my hand travels lower and without thinking, I bury my fingers in her pussy.
She’s dripping wet and my moan drowns out hers. My left arm tightens on her shoulders while my right explores the slick edges of her lips and looks for the tight bud of her clit. I’m so entranced by her body it takes a moment for her words to filter through my desire.
“Rastus.” Her voice holds high note and there is more to it than lust. My dragon growls, urging me on. My fingers find her sweet wet cave again and I can’t see or think. The only thing I can feel is her body and mine. They are throbbing in time, begging to be joined.
“Rastus!” This time her voice actually cuts me, shocks me into stopping. With that reflex, my entire body jerks violently and I pull myself away from her. I have to crawl a few paces away and put my head down to try and regain control of myself.
“Rastus?” Her voice is so small and slight. She might be a perfect flame goddess who restored my dragon, but she is also an innocent girl.
“Yes, Kirralee?” I turn around so I can see her, a smudge of pale light in the darkness of the desert.
“Are you okay?”
My heart twists in my chest and I shake my head a little. I’ve never met a woman like her in my life.
“Kirralee, I’m the one who is supposed to be apologizing.”
“No but I… I joined with you. In spirit. Of course, your dragon would wake—”
“No, no.” I hurry over to her, taking her small hands in mine. “You gave me a great gift, Kirralee. I’m the one who didn’t respect it, by letting myself lose control.”
She looks steadily into my eyes.
“I know what our dragons know. I shouldn’t resist you.”
