“Where are we, and what is that?” I ask, and several places in the room light up at my voice.
“A training room, and that’s Flare Moss. It reacts to sound. Our tutors used this space to train stealth. As younglings, we had to execute all of our forms without triggering any of the moss. Most programs use magi-tech to do that, but our instructor was old school,” he answers absently, and I look down to see that his eyes are tracing a path down my body and he’s pumping a fist up and down the thick shaft of his cock.
He catches me watching him, and that arrogant smirk makes an appearance. He guides his big hand up and down once, twice, his eyes watching every eager, wanton, needy flash of emotion that flickers across my flushed face.
“I’m dripping for you too, Claws,” he murmurs as a glistening bead of precum spills from his tip. “Now ask me what your dragon feels like to me. Ask me what right I have to demand dominion over your desires and pleasure.”
I lick my lips and pull my enamored gaze from his cock and look up into his scorching blue eyes.
“What does my dragon feel like to you?” I half whimper, half sigh, spreading my legs as wide as I can to make room for his massive frame.
A possessive heat banks in his gaze, and he leans over me until our noses are almost touching. “Your dragon feels the same way that you do…like you were made for me and me you. Like the metric of my happiness rests solely on yours. Like I could never be complete without you by my side.”
He kisses me then, and his lips and tongue walk a fine line between feral and fervent. It has all the edge of wild abandon, and yet it’s deeper, more profound, utterly life-changing. It’s reverent and resplendent, and I voraciously accept every promise I feel on his lips, every covenant I taste on his tongue, and every oath our mouths make.
My lungs begin to scream for air, and he pulls away, dropping his mouth down my throat, descending my chest until he’s claimed a nipple in his hot, wet, talented mouth. He sucks and toys with his tongue, and I gasp desperate breaths between moans, while I writhe under his massive frame. His hips rest in the cradle of my thighs, and I roll against him, borderline distraught with how much I need him inside of me right fucking now.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against my sternum as he focuses his wicked mouth on my other breast.
“No,” I bark at him, and he looks up at me, confused. “None of that sentimental tender shit,” I breathily scold him, needing to draw the line somewhere if there’s any hope of maintaining dominion over my heart.
His scowl is indignant. “Oh, right. We’re supposed to be enemies,” he deadpans, like it’s the most asinine thing he’s ever heard.
“Exactly,” I agree. “Now fuck me like you hate me.”
My kiss is bruising, vicious, demanding, and he growls his approval into my mouth and lines himself up between my thighs. He palms my ass and tilts my hips up, and then he thrusts into me, seating himself fully in one smooth drive. I throw my head back, my deep, satisfied moan lighting up the walls in time with his.
Finally!I scream in my head as my body adjusts to the delectable intrusion of his cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he rasps. “I knew you would, but this…”
His words get lost as his lips once again claim mine, and he drinks me down like I’m the elixir of life and he’s fighting his way back from the brink of death. I need more, more of his mouth, more of his cock, more of all of him.
He pulls out of me to the tip and pistons back in. We both swallow each other’s moans, and then Aeson stops holding back. He fucks me hard, fast, and deep. Exactly the way I’ve been craving for longer than I’ll ever admit. I tear my mouth from his as desperate breaths pepper my sonorous moans.
He touches places inside of me I thought were more myth than truth.
Each thrust is punctuated with a roll of his hips, and my clit sings praises to his technique while my vagina starts buying merch that says Property of Aeson “Fucks Like a God” Noctis.
All too quickly, the tingling in my limbs begins to coalesce at my core, and I know this orgasm is going to be one for the record books.
“I’m going to come,” I mewl as he starts driving into me even faster.
“Soak my cock, Claws. Give me what I need,” he growls in answer as he nips the top of my shoulder.
White hot pleasure detonates through me, and I wail my release as I almost black the fuck out from the rush of it. Aeson stills inside me as his name bounces off the stone of the room. The echoes sound fittingly like a hymn that might be sung at the foot of the shrine I now have to build for him. Light flares on the other side of my closed lids, and I bite back a laugh at the thought of the Flare Moss getting off on what we’re doing just as much as we are.
I lie back, sated, sweat dotting my skin, and my body completely boneless. I have no idea how I’m going to get up off this floor, let alone walk, but that’s a problem for later when I’m not still twitching with the aftershocks of the best orgasm of my life.
“If I’d have known it was going to be like that, I would have fucked you in Lairwood right after you tackled me in the street.”
I laugh and then sigh happily. Aeson’s quiet, probably recovering himself, but I realize he’s still inside of me, and I wiggle my hips to signal he can pull out now.
He doesn’t move.
I open my eyes and find him staring at me, and something about the determined look in his eyes makes me pause. “What are you doing?” I whisper warily.
“Waiting,” he answers matter-of-factly.
