Page 46 of Drakhana's Secret
“Fuck, Sapphire, you feel so good,” I manage to say.
I move my hand to the back of her head and begin thrusting my hips. I want to get as deep into her mouth as I can. She swallows as I do so, which adds a new level of sensation I never thought is possible.
She moves her hands to my buttocks and squeezes as she takes me in all the way. My balls slap against her chin. I keep thrusting, loving how hot her mouth is.
Coupled with the shower raining down on us, I don’t last long. I come into her mouth and spill me cum inside. She swallows every last drop like the hungry dragon that she is. I’m humbled by her.
When we finish our shower, I wrap her in an enormous towel, soft as a robe, and carry her to the bed. We lie across it diagonally, and I begin to draw the towel apart with care, to remove it as if it is a bandage. Her flesh appears, still smelling a little of soap.
My hands float onto her. The sum of small acts begins to unite us, the pure calculus of love. Naked heaving breasts come into view; the nipples are pebbled and slate hard. The areolas pink against creamy skin.
Her waist and hips are sexy as hell. I bring my fingers to her nipples, making them longer, more rigid. The triangle of hair on her pussy is dark and inviting. The hazy of lust covers her face, making her expression soft and featureless, but billowing tendrils of brown hair twist out from around it, flowing in a wind I can’t hear. The strands move in a watery dance.
The covers glide slowly down my body. The soft touch of the silk makes my cock twinge in agony, and I grit my teeth to hiss in pleasure. Electric shocks ignited the nerves in my neck, shoulders, and arms.
Rising from the bed until her naked body hovers horizontally inches above me, Sapphire’s nipples brush my chest, scattering goose bumps across every pore. She reaches down and wraps a hot hand around my erection, making it pulse when she squeezes. Her grip is strong and sure.
She pulls a gasping moan out of my lungs. I can only watch as she slides down to put her mouth above my waiting cock. She brushes her tongue several times across the tip then pulls it hard into her mouth.
Barbs of lightning convulses in my body, intensifying my senses. The sucking sound of her mouth against my flesh, the sweet smell of her juices mixing with my own musky scent, the feel of those hot soft lips caressing the sensitive flesh as they slid over the head of my cock, and the strong grip of her warm hand, all fight for my attention. Then she turns her body so that her pussy is right above my head.
I know right away what she wants from me. I open her with my fingers and run my tongue along the slick wetness of her labia. I pause at her clit and press the tip of my tongue until I feel shivers running down her legs.
“Yes, Gallant,” she says against my cock. “Just like that.”
“I love the way you taste,” I say against her wet pussy. “Your juices are the only tonic I need.”
I lap her up as her mouth returns to my cock. Then her mouth leaves, replaced by her hand, so that she can sit up. I don’t mind. I’ve always wanted to feel her sitting on my face since I started knowing her body.
Her fists continually pump my cock as she grinds her pussy against my face. I lick and suck her with abandon. This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind during my return from my morning rung, but it’s far better.
I push my tongue deep into her, thrusting in and out like I would my cock. I take one of my fingers and drench it into her moisture. Then I circle the round pucker of her asshole.
Once I know that she’s ready for me, I insert my finger inside. She moans, calling out my name like she’s worshipping me. I time my tongue thrusts with my finger.
She moves her hips with abandon until she comes all over my face. That’s all it takes for me to lose it all over her pumping hands.
Thirty-One
Sapphire
It turns out that Gallant’s extravagant gift of clothing comes in handy. Plus, his assistant has excellent taste. Not too flashy. Just my kind of bohemian chic that I’m most comfortable with.
Even if I hate wearing shoes, Gallant insisted that when I’m in the city that I should cover my feet. One, the streets are filthy and he doesn’t want me to get sick. And two, the ground is harsh and rough.
I don’t like walking barefoot on the sidewalk and asphalt anyway. So, I dutifully wear my sandals and flats when I’m going out and about. Then when I get home, I spend an hour or two in the back yard with my bare feet planted firmly on the ground.
What should have been a few days stretched to a few weeks. Of course, I check in on the settlement. Baba gives me daily reports on how they are doing there and tells me that I don’t have to hurry.
It seems that they are all thriving at the new settlement and feeling happy and safe once again. That’s all I can really ask for my clan. I want everyone to feel like they can stand with their backs straight and their head held high.
Speaking of holding our heads high, the reason why I stay in the city—besides the fact that I want to be with Gallant every minute of the day—is that I’m helping settle things for the dragons who have decided to stay in San Francisco. I like Gallant’s idea of giving the earth dragons time to vacation in the forest surround Purple Mountain as a way to stay connected with Mother Earth. At the same time, we want to set up a camp where the whelps and the fledglings born in the city can go to experience our culture and what it means to be a part of their clan.
We need to maintain our identity as earth dragons so that we will no longer be caught off guard in the future. It’s not enough that we must stay vigilant, we must also remain one with Mother Earth—the source of all our power. Being peace-loving does have its merits, but it should not weaken us any longer.
I start helping by helping furnish all the new houses that Gallant and our company bought for the resettlement of earth dragons. I want to give them all the modern furnishings, but at the same time ensure that their homes are sustainable. I don’t want any of them losing sight of who they are so being a part of nature is definitely a must.
I partner with Gallant’s assistant and we haunt all the flea markets as well as the high-end furniture stores. Gallant says money is no object anymore, but I don’t want to be spending it on useless things either. I want everything I buy to have a personal touch. Something that tells the dragons who live in that house that our clan cares for them.
