She was an angel. She had to be, how else could that tight sheath take my entire length? She closed around me, tight, slick, and hot: absolute perfection. I never wanted to leave her body, not even for the sweet temptation of her mouth. I only wanted to fuck this pussy, every second of my life, until I died. I didn’t even care if I died in the process, this was all I’d ever wanted.

I’ve fucked women before, my own and human women, but this—fuck!—she was so tight around me. It made my balls ache and my stomach tense. I didn’t want to move, I was afraid I’d come the moment I did. I gritted my teeth because Willow decided to move.

“Fuck, stop,” I ground the word out between clamped teeth. “No, don’t stop.”

I couldn’t make my mind up. Having her move herself on my dick was torture, but when she stopped suddenly it was even more torturous. I flexed my hands on her ass, gripped the tight muscles, and gave her a pace to follow. I couldn’t move, or I’d take over and I might forget myself. My dragon wanted to fuck, it wanted to split her open and fuck her until it found oblivion, but slayer or no, she was a woman, and deserved to get off too.

I flipped us on the bed, let her take the lead. I had to smile when a look spread over her face that lit my imagination. She was in control and knew it. Long hair brushed at my thighs as she tilted her head back and moved her body. I wanted to wrap my fists in that silky mass of hair, but instead I pulled my legs up to give her something to lean against, and then took her full breasts in my hands. I kneaded the soft flesh and she smiled. When I pinched her nipples tightly, she grinned and gave a lusty groan.

I felt her clamp down around me, and nearly lost it. I had to control myself, and it took everything I had, but I did it. I watched her, I listened, I felt every aspect of her, waiting for that moment. That moment when she was nearly on the edge.

Her nails dug into my shoulders when she leaned forward, and her pussy gripped even tighter around me. Her hips danced on me, and I couldn’t stop myself anymore, I felt my own thrust up to meet her. The pain of her nails in my skin was too much like pleasure. That’s when her breaths started to come in gasps and moans, that’s when her back arched and she lost herself in fucking.

That’s when I gave her more, that’s when I drove up into her in hard thrusts that made my dragon growl within me. That’s what he wanted. Oh yes, Willow’s sweet pussy was pure bliss, and my dragon wanted all of it. I let him have his fill but then I took my brain back and flipped her one more time. I pulled one thigh up to tilt her just the right way and fucked into her hard and fast.

I felt her soul flit against mine for a moment and embraced even that part of her. We danced together then, our lungs about to explode, our bodies on the edge. We twined together as the pressure grew, as we both edged closer to the abyss.

“Henry...” She gasped and her hands pulled my head down to hers. Our lips fused together, and that’s when the world turned a white-hot pink. I wasn’t just emptying my body into hers, I was her, and she was me. Our souls fused together, and we flew apart together to become a part of the universe. This was more than pleasure, it was Nirvana. A state of perfection, a state of oneness that only the privileged could ever reach.

We shared every aspect of ourselves in that moment. We weren’t ourselves, we were something else that neither of us knew but understood totally. Then, as the moments of pleasure drew on, as the world began to contract around us once again, and we remembered to breathe, we became tiny points of moving light that pulled back together into one being, that then became two.

I found myself beside her, tangled into her, around her, completely satisfied. Nobody had ever told me about that. That was more than I’d ever dreamed possible. That was just... extra. A rueful smile played over my face and I looked over at Willow.

Her chest moved rapidly and she had her arm thrown over her face, so I couldn’t see it. Her right hand was still fisted in the quilt and I saw the way her stomach rippled. She was still in the land of orgasm then. I ran a finger down the plane of her stomach and pulled back as she jolted.

“Fuck me.” It wasn’t a directive, but an explanation of wonder.

“Yeah. Extra.” I took a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling. My head was full of her, of knowledge of her, of the things she knew and the things she didn’t realize she knew. My dragon hunter, a slayer, was far more powerful than even I’d suspected.

I’m psychic, I think. I heard her in my head.

You are indeed. Plus a few other things, I answered the same way.

I can hear the thoughts of people nowhere near us. How? How do I make it stop?

Just push it away, princess. Breathe and move your thoughts from them.

I’m trying. I could feel her mentally pull away from the thoughts of her neighbors, of her mother and aunt, and smiled. Yeah, she was strong alright. It usually took psychics a lot longer to learn to control their power. Now think of who you want to know about.

Galen. He’s happy, asleep with his parents.

Good, now, move on. No, not to me. I laughed out loud, and she clamped down on the ability.

“That’s just so weird. What else can I do?” She looked at me, and I saw her own knowledge of me in her eyes.

“A few things.”

“Like what?”

“You’ll find out. Listen, why don’t I take you to my land? We’re always together here, but I’d like to show you where I’m from.” I wanted to change the subject, because I didn’t want to have to explain to her the ability to control light, or fire, or anything else. That was for someone else to do. Not because I didn’t care, but because I did. These things were powerful tools that she didn’t even know she had yet. She’d taken most things well since I’d met her, but these things, the power to take life, and maybe even give it, were things she’d need guidance with. Guidance I wasn’t able to give her. She needed people who were trained to do that. I was a glorified security guard, not a teacher.

It never occurred to me that taking a newly awakened slayer for a mate wasn’t a good idea. I just wanted to show her my home, my world. She could access my memories of it now, she could control what aspects of her thoughts I could see, as could I, but that was nothing like actually standing and looking at the places we considered special or sacred.

“Alright. Can we have a nap first?” She stretched, and my dragon stirred into life. So beautiful.

She was gorgeous and didn’t even know it.

I let her sleep, took a shower, and woke her to have her own when I finished. She wrote a note to her mom, and then we were in the air, on the way to my home. I flew over the castle, and a little beyond it. My house was on a hill, a two-story sandstone building with as many windows as the place could take without impeding its structural integrity. I wanted to be able to see from any side of a room I was in because my land was beautiful.

I didn’t fear attacks, we were the rulers of our world, after all, but I did love the splendor of the hills, the valleys, and the scenery of it all. I landed just as the sun sank, and took her into my home. I led her to the kitchen, fetched a bottle of cold white wine, and took her up to my bedroom on the second floor. We fell into bed together and I fed her sips of wine between kisses and my own sips. I wanted to be drunk on her, on the wine, and on what we’d created together.

I laughed as she giggled and took another sip of the strong dragon-made wine. Her head had already started to spin a little, but it was okay, because I’d take care of her. She got up and I followed. I wound my arms around her waist, pulled her close, and kissed her now tangy lips. She was heaven.

We sank into a slow pace of kisses, soft touches, and an exploration that lasted much longer than our first time. We didn’t have that desperation now, we had satisfaction behind us, and now it was curiosity that drove us to explore. Could we recreate that fantastic spark that exploded into an entirely new world?

We spent the night in my bed, a much larger room than hers, in a much larger bed, with a thick duvet of goose down over our bodies when the night grew cold. When even that couldn’t keep the cold at bay, I sparked a fire with my thoughts. The fireplace roared into life and gave us a light to explore by. I never wanted to leave my bed, or her arms.

Once more we found that Nirvana really existed, and then I slept with her in my arms. Naked and twined together, I slept peacefully for the first time in my life. I had my mate with me, there was nothing else in the world that could be better. If only we’d stayed in that bed.

Instead, I took her out into my world the next day. I took her for a walk in the hills, showed her where the fairies held their parties in the woods, took her to the lake where the selkies came out to look for mates, and then to the top of the hill where my ancestors had once ruled all of the worlds, not just mine. There was nothing there now, just a flat plain on the top of the hill where their castle once stood. I pointed out my father’s castle, the place where Malcolm would rule one day, and to the other areas. The places where trolls worked farms, to the shops with elves, and the houses of the few humans we’d allowed to live amongst us.

She looked over all if it with wonder, but when she looked back at the castle, where only dragons were allowed to live, I felt tension rise inside of her. It wasn’t anything she did consciously, it just happened. We walked, hand in hand, toward the place, and I felt her shoulders tense and her stomach knot. Her eyes left those of the people we passed, she stopped gasping in wonder at the flowers, fruits and vegetables, the shops, and her eyes zeroed in on the castle.

When we stepped over a drawbridge and into the castle walls, her mind went blank and I could no longer feel her soul with mine. Shit. Mary came toward us with a smile of greeting, but Willow didn’t let her get close before her hand came up and blasted a pink light at my sister’s feet.

People scattered as screams filled the air. Willow shrieked a terrible sound and flew at Mary. Mary, a powerful dragon in her own right, danced away. Even untrained Willow was powerful, and Mary was smart enough to sense it.

“Willow!” I shouted, totally shocked at her reaction. “Stop! That’s Mary!”

I could see hatred and rage on her face. She started to tremble as she looked around frantically, her eyes searched out the exit. Guards, more dragons, came to Mary’s aid, but Willow just blasted them with more of her pink light until they ran away from her.

I couldn’t blame them. Swords and axes were one thing to face down, you could duck those, fight them off, but Willow’s light? A strong, thick beam more like a laser that crashed into the ground with a deafening sound, was something else entirely. I could not judge the men and women that ran from Willow. I could only try to calm her down.

I reached out with my mind but found a wall of blue light blocked her from me. An angry, almost black light protected her from even me. “Willow, princess, stop, please. Nobody means you any harm here.”

“I don’t think she can hear you, Henry.” Mary said, her hands out flat before her to show she meant Willow no harm as she moved in my direction. “We can’t leave her like this. What happened?”

“I don’t know, she was fine when we were in the village, the moment we stepped into the courtyard she went nuts.” She was a slayer of dragons, a hunter of my kind, what did I really expect? I was so fucking stupid!

“Go to the other side, Henry. We have to stop her, or she’ll kill us all.”

Willow shrieked again, a blast of light split the air between Mary and me, and I dove away from the blast. I could see from her own face that she was terrified now, no longer enraged. That had been uncontrollable and far too close to me, even for her.

“Willow! That was close, my love! Stop, please!”

But she only grew more frantic and started to rain down blasts of pink light all around us. Without control now, the light came straight down from the sky, rather than from Willow’s hands, and soon people screamed, fires burned, and damage was done.

Willow sank down to the ground, her knees up to hide her face, her hands over her head, and I knew she no longer had control of what happened around her, because of her. I rolled close to her, then closer, until I had her in my arms. Only then did it all stop. As she reached for me, trembling and in tears, the blasts stopped, and she hid in my arms from the world.

“Get that wretched woman out of here and don’t bring her back!” I heard my father shout from above me and looked up to see his face filled with rage.

I shifted, and held Willow in my claws, close to my chest, as I flew away. I had to get her out of there, before my father could have her tortured and killed. Willow was vulnerable in those moments, her rage spent as she unleashed it in uncontrolled waves that sapped her strength. I had to take her somewhere she’d be safe, somewhere that she could learn to control what she was. But where? I flew into the world, out of my world, and into another, without a clue where to go. I had to find someone, somewhere that could help her, help us, before she destroyed us all.