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  He stripped off his shirt and undid the ties on his pants.

  “What are you doing?” She asked, becoming calmer. She pushed herself up so she now squatted on her haunches. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open to draw breath in small pants.

  “They told me to help you, mate with you. It’ll help your pain.”

  He kicked his boots off and slid his pants down his legs.

  When he stood back up, his already excited cock extended out in front of him. He felt like a total idiot standing naked in the Dragon barn. She wasn’t moving.

  “Unless… you don’t want me?” He asked, ready to snatch up his clothes once again.

  Nakeeri jumped to her feet and launched herself into his arms. She kissed his face, his chest, rubbing herself all over him like a cat. She was boiling hot, like she had a fever and was making groaning noises of frustration.

  “Get out of your clothes and I’ll fuck you.” He said, his cock aching for release already.

  He pushed her down and she finally untangled herself and stood on her feet, tugging at her tight clothes with fast movements.

  “I don’t, oh fuck… I need…” She could barely speak with frustration and he hated that she’d been reduced to this.

  “I know, I know.” He soothed, though he didn’t really know. He knew some animals went into heat when they needed an offspring, but he’d never seen a woman do it.

  She pulled her top off and dropped it to the ground. Her nipples were a deep red and long. Perfect for his mouth.

  A groan left him as he licked his lips. He so wanted to suck on those.

  She pushed her pants down over her lean hips, the scent of her arousal punching the air.

  “Damn… you do want me.”

  “Of course I do!” She practically yelled, tugging at her hair until it fell around her shoulders like a blonde cloud.

  He growled at her. “Then come here.”

  He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her into the air. She clung to him and pulled herself into him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as though she’d mount him where they stood.

  “Now. Please.” She begged, rolling her hips against his shaft in an attempt to get him inside of her.

  He shook his head and clamped his hands down hard on her hips, holding her in place. He didn’t want to waste a moment of this time with her.

  If he only got to share pleasure with her once, he wasn’t having it all be over in one minute.

  No way.

  He clenched his jaw and grabbed on hard to his iron will. In this time he would be grateful for all the training he’d put in over the years that allowed him superior control over his body.

  He held her tightly to him and walked into the warm kitchen. He assessed the areas then placed her down on the wooden bench which was a perfect height for him.

  “Not yet, Nakeeri. I want to taste you. Lay back.” He untangled her arms and pushed against her shoulders until she finally lay back on the benchtop. She moaned as she lay there, arching her spine so that her beautifully lush breasts reached up for him.

  Her hands extended out to him and she groaned again like a starving woman awaiting a meal.

  He’d never seen a more erotic, or perfect sigh. He fixed his gaze on her breasts and bent over the table. He took one of her long, delicious nipples into his mouth and suckled hard.

  “Argh… Goddess…” She moaned and grabbed for his head with sharp nails. She held him to her breast and he flicked at the swollen nipples with his tongue.

  He dragged his head across her chest and took the other swollen nipple into his mouth, bringing his hand up to plump her large breast. Loving the feel of her flesh in his palm.

  “Kalvis. Please.” She begged, her tones throaty and sexy as hell.

  But he wasn’t done preparing her yet.

  He slid down her body and knelt on the cold floor, taking a deep breath to inhale her scent. She was all woman, and sex and he couldn’t wait to eat her. He licked his lips, savouring the moment. Staring at her beautiful, pink pussy.

  He set his mouth over her clit, suckling the juicy little bud slowly. Nakeeri screamed and bucked into his mouth.

  She began to shudder as though she was cumming already. He held open her thighs and continued to lick her tender flesh and taste her juices. He thrust his tongue inside her opening and she screamed again.

  She tugged at his hair sharply and his body screamed at him for waiting so long. His balls ached and he could feel precum wetting the tip of his erect cock.

  He jumped up and she let go of his hair. Time to make her cry out for him. He moved between her thighs, set his cock head to her open pussy and slid straight in.

  “Damn. Wow.”

  She was so tight, and hot, and wet. She enclosed him like a silk glove made only for him. He thrust right to the root and she clasped hard onto him.

  Pure pleasure washed over him like a waterfall and his eyes slid shut. He threw his head back and grabbed tight to her hips, lest he fall off the cliff without her.

  “More. More.” She chanted and his eyes popped open. He reached for the reins of his control and pulled back slowly before thrusting back into the most incredible pussy he’d ever felt.

  A feral groan rolled through his throat as the walls of her channel rippled around him in invitation.

  Damn. I won’t be able to hold on very long if she keeps this up.

  He stared down on her and let himself enjoy the flush of heat in her face. The way she groaned and thrust her hips up to meet him. Her beautiful face grimaced in pleasure and her skin shined with sweat.

  She was a sight to behold. The most striking, passionate woman he’d ever known.

  Nakeeri grabbed him tightly around the cock and he pulled out sharply. He wanted to hold on a bit longer.

  “Flip.” He told her and she stared up at him with unseeing eyes.

  He grabbed her by the arms, pulled her up to a sitting position and pushed her legs down to the floor. Then he twisted her around and forced her back down on the bench face first. Her perfect arse against his belly, her arms outstretched across the wooden surface.

  He placed one hand on her hip and the other on the centre of her back to hold her down. He glanced down to watch his cock slide back in to the hilt, a feral groan ripping through him again as he slid home once more.

  The heat was rising up his back and tingling down his legs. He rode her harder and faster, chasing completion together. The squeezes of her pussy were becoming more and more frequent. They rippled around him and clenched down until he couldn’t hold on anymore.

  He let go of all restraint and pumped into her until his balls drew up against his body and pleasure pulsed through him with the driving force of the sea.

  “Arrrr……rgh….” He cried out as his eyes slid shut and he slammed home once more. His seed coursed out of his body in spasms and joined with her. She screamed and bucked against him. Writhing wildly under his hands.

  “Oh. Fuck… Ah…” Her spine shook beneath his palm as her whole body shuddered. Her pussy milked his cock of every last drop.

  He collapsed against her, his heart pounding like a wild horse in his chest. She was breathing just as heavily as he was, but as he became aware that he may be crushing her, he rolled off, lying down on the bench next to her.

  6

  “Holy… shit. That was…” He began then he looked at her.

  She turned away so he couldn’t see her. But he’d already witnessed her flushed cheeks, the tears in her eyes.

  “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” He asked, his heart constricting with worry.

  “Yes. Yes. I am alright.” She got up and ran her hands down her body in an annoyed way, grunting as she did. Her nipples were still hard and they both reeked of sex.

  He pulled himself up to a sitting positing and watched her move out of the kitchen area, probably in search of her clothes.

  He heard her muttering. To him? He wasn’t sure.

  He stood up, his body
alive and sparkling for the first time in, forever. He flexed his shoulders and rolled his neck. Noting the strength in his body. The need to run, fight, act.

  He stopped and thought about the last time he’d felt this strong and alive. Happy even. From sex? Never.

  He shook his head to dis-spell the thoughts and walked back into the barn where Nakeeri was struggling back into her clothes, talking to her dragon.

  “Why didn’t you stop me. Didn’t you know what was going on?”

  The dragon didn’t even get up from where she played with one of the hatchlings on the ground.

  Kalvis grabbed for his pants and tugged them on over his still heated body.

  “Your dragon looks very comfortable here.”

  Nakeeri snorted. “She is, but she better not get used to it. We return to our cave very soon.”

  “Your cave?”

  She turned to look at him, her greedy gaze running over his chest expanse. Then she looked away.

  “Yes. We live outside the Kingdom of Durmack. We are loyal to the King and protect the kingdom there.”

  He was confused still. “Then why do you live outside the walls?”

  Tattiena had always liked the flexibility of the farm, but she was very at home in the castle. He couldn’t imagine a woman choosing to live alone in the elements.

  She shrugged, her mouth pulling tight in displeasure. “We like it that way. I don’t like the cage that so many others seem to enjoy. I like being free.”

  He cocked his head to the side to study her. “And cold, and lonely I assume?”

  He didn’t know what made him say such a thing, but she swung around to glare at him and stalked back across the barn until he could smell himself on her.

  “I am not alone. Or cold. I have my dragon, and need no one else.”

  In denial much?

  “Really?” He asked, staring at her straight in the eye. “You can say that to me after what we just shared?”

  She grunted at him like a wild animal. “That was nothing but lust. My heat trying to make me… oh no.”

  Her eyes went really wide and she lifted her hand slowly to cover her mouth. “I… you. Oh…. Damn!” she stamped her foot on the ground and stalked back to the opening of the barn.

  “What?”

  She turned to him and glared, crossing her arms over her abundant chest. “You just…. Put your seed in me. I could be pregnant right now! How am I meant to handle a baby, and a dragon and survive? …Gah!”

  She threw up her hands in apparent disgust and the enormity of the situation hit him like a solid blow to the belly. He’d never worried about such a thing before. In fact, the healers he’d spoken to said he may not be able to sire a child at all. Perhaps that information would settle her?

  “I don’t think you need to worry. I’ve never sired a child before and due to the many injuries I’ve sustained, I don’t think I can.”

  She tossed her long hair behind her. “You can’t know that for certain. According to the princess we’re some sort of fated, mate, thing. I don’t know. Anything’s possible under those circumstances, surely.”

  He walked slowly over to where the wild woman had flown to across the room, and stood in front of her. She was surely worried about nothing.

  “Nakeeri. We barely know one another, don’t let Tattiena get into your head.” He reached out his hand to touch her soft face and she backed away.

  “Kalvis, I can’t do this. I’m not meant to be here. I need to leave.”

  He took several steps back and scooped up his top, pulling the shirt back on to cover his rapidly cooling body. He didn’t want her to leave, especially if she was carrying his child.

  “Stay. Please. Tattiena would have my hide if she found out I was the reason you left. I’ll stay out of your way.”

  A smile quirked up the side of Nakeeri’s face. “Are you afraid of the princess dragon rider? Oh big strong captain of the guard.”

  He grinned back. “You haven’t seen Tattiena in full flight. The daughter of a dragon rider and a king. A true warrior. Give her a few days, and I guarantee you will meet your match.”

  She inclined her head in that regal way she had and he opened the door to go back to the castle through the dragon paddock.

  “I mean it Nakeeri. Don’t leave. I may not believe in all the prophecies that surround our town, but I do believe in fate. You came here for a reason, and I don’t want you to go. Promise me you’ll stay for a few days, just until the reason for your visit becomes obvious. Surely you can spare us that?”

  She wrapped her arms around her body and looked at him in a long, searching way. He maintained the eye contact, though it stripped his soul to do so.

  Finally, she dropped her gaze and nodded. “I’ll stay.”

  Nakeeri tiptoed into the hallway, the raucous sounds of a large crowd ricocheting down the long corridor. She’d hidden her sword in the barn, and come to the castle unarmed.

  An unsettling and rather horrible sensation.

  Her palms were sweaty, her chest ached from her laboured breathing and she still didn’t know what she was walking into.

  Dinner they’d said.

  Dinner. In the castle. With the king.

  Like she’d ever done such a thing before.

  “There you are!” Tattiena’s voice bounded out of nowhere and she jumped back.

  “Oh. You look nice.” Tattiena smiled like the sun, her well rounded body wrapped in a red dress with her breasts spilling out the top.

  Nakeeri had worn her best clothes, which were leather pants and a purplish top that wasn’t fit for this company it was obvious.

  Nakeeri heaved a sigh. “I don’t think I can do this, Tattiena. I mean, look at you.” She waved a hand to encompass the woman who was obviously a princess, no matter how hard she tried to deny it. Her posture was straight, her skin shined with good health and her clothes were of the finest quality Nakeeri had seen.

  Tattiena grimaced. “I apologise for not thinking of our dress robes. I should have told you. Quick, come with me, we’re about the same size.”

  She grabbed Nakeeri’s hand and pulled her. It was a strangely comforting gesture and when the princess tugged her down two corridors and swiped her hand over a door, Nakeeri didn’t fight her.

  “This is our room. Come in, quick. I’ve got more clothes than I know what to do with!” Tattiena exclaimed, stepping into the huge bedroom.

  Did she ever! Nakeeri stood and stared as Tattiena opened her wardrobe and began rummaging through a plethora of royal robes and dresses. More clothes than anyone in Tumurk would own.

  Tattiena stepped back and held up a summer dress that made Nakeeri’s heart flutter. “Here. This one. I’ve never worn it and it will suit you better than I.”

  It was simply, spectacular. Far too good for her.

  Nakeeri took the dress gently from her host’s hands. The bodice was made of soft brown leather and would expose her shoulders and breasts, before falling to the ground in a rush of black skirts.

  “I can’t wear this.” It was far too precious. What if she damaged it?

  “Of course, you can. Do you want a super quick shower?” Tattiena asked as she flicked on bright white lights and hot water was streaming through the walls and into the bathroom next to them.

  Steam rose up from the tiles and Nakeeri gasped to see such a thing. “Goddess! You have… hot water from…”

  She couldn’t even put it all together.

  “Yeah, I know. Gregorick has technology that a lot of Limea doesn’t. We’ve gotta hurry. Strip. Wash. Then we’ll get you dressed. No need for modesty. You don’t have anything I don’t, although I can tell you, my son has made my breasts double in size!”

  Nakeeri let the princess’s calm confidence convince her to go along with the plan and she didn’t let her insecurities overwhelm her. She stripped her old, well-worn clothes off, stepped under the scalding hot water and scrubbed her skin with the flowery soap.

  When she steppe
d out of the water, Tattiena threw a large cloth at her so soft she wanted to bury her face in it.

  “Dry yourself and then step into this.”

  Nakeeri quickly rubbed the water from her body, marvelling at the texture of the cloth, then stepped into the dress that Tattiena held up for her.

  It fit like a perfect pair of pants.

  “Goodness.” Nakeeri said as she pulled the bodice into alignment and stared at herself in the mirror.

  “You’re incredible beautiful, you know that?” Tattiena asked.

  I’ve been told I’m ugly more times that I can count. Ugly… and strange… never beautiful.

  When she didn’t reply, the princess grabbed some hair pins. “Let’s tie this up since its wet. Slip on these shoes too.”

  Tattiena twisted Nakeeri’s hair into a bun on her head, shoved pins in it, then slid the sandals onto Nakeeri’s feet.

  The effortless grace of the woman in front of her reminded Nakeeri of Paneer. A trait that most dragon riders must have.

  She looked down and sighed at the glorious shoes she’d been offered. She’d never felt such soft leather between her toes. “These shoes are just lovely.”

  She’d never even seen such things. Tumurk was not wealthy compared to this kingdom.

  “Are your poor, very poor?” She asked, unsure how all these riches were possible. The way she’d seen her kingdom maintain its wealth, was to take it from the rest of the community.

  “Let’s go.” Tattiena swept them out of the room and they started rushing back to the noise.

  “What were you saying? Oh yes. The poor. We don’t have any, really. Our town is set up to all help each other. Everyone has access to food, the hospital, schooling.”

  “Really?” Tumurk didn’t have such things for anyone who lived outside of the castle’s gates.

  “Absolutely. Our king is a very good man.”

  Tattiena smiled with true love in her gaze and Nakeeri’s memory reminded her who the king was.

  “Your father?”

  Tattiena nodded and stopped outside a door.

  “Yes. But we don’t speak of it. I am not the legitimate heir to Gregorick, although the king is going to make my son the next in line after his own son.”