Artemis pulled Thistle into his arms, her back to his chest. “You’re so quiet. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes, but her body was stiff, not relaxed.
“Tell me.” He squeezed her for a moment, encouraging her to speak what was on her mind.
Exhaling loudly she sighed. “I have nothing I’m good at. Or anything I can do to help with the battle.”
He spun her around to face him, her beautiful blue eyes were filled with huge tears, and he leaned forward kissing her adorable little nose. “And for that, I’m very thankful. I don’t want you involved in any shape or form of this damn battle. There’s a reason we’re calling it The Battle of the Bloodthirsty. It’s going to be brutal.”
“But Satin is not only a Dragon Warlord but a Commander of the Dragons; you’re a Warlord. Shit, even Cloven is a Warlord. And I sit here baking cookies.” She pouted at him, her facial expression looking more like a child not getting her way than the grown woman he’d come to love.
He lifted her chin. “No pouting. You won’t like my cure for whining or pouting. It’ll be good to know you’re safe here, waiting for me to come home.”
Rolling her eyes, she said petulantly, “I guess so. Whatever.”
“Nuh-uh, you aren’t allowed to say that to me. It’s dismissive. I don’t dismiss you like that, and you won’t treat me with such disrespect. Clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’ll be safe here, waiting for us to return, there’s nothing wrong with that. Drayce’s mother, Gossamer, did that, and still is, for years. There are people who keep things running smoothly in our absence.”
“I just … I want to do something important like Satin. I mean, what’s the purpose of being a twin, if we aren’t anything alike besides looks. It would be nice to help you more.”
“We’re done discussing this, little girl. The most important thing you can do for me is be alive and love me. Period.”
Artemis was willing to do just about anything to take her mind off the battle and her delusional fear of having no purpose in life. He wanted to laugh but knew her feelings would be so hurt, but she didn’t understand the relief he felt having her at home. He didn’t know how Drayce did it with Satin,.he prospect of having a wife in battle, and one who acted impulsively and courageously with no care for her well being scared the shit out of him.
Yes, when given the option, he’d take a girl who would be home baking cookies any day.
He swooped her dress over her head in one motion of his hand, leaving her standing in just her panties. Today’s were pink cheeky boy shorts that left the underside curves of her buttocks exposed, and he swore there was nothing greater than spanking her in those.
“Oooooh. Look at you!” He cupped her backside with both hands, pulling her up so her legs would straddle his waist. He walked with her toward the bed, easing her onto her back. Hooking his fingers into her waistband he yanked the panties off, leaving her wonderfully and gloriously naked in the center.
Quickly he undressed, tossing his clothes to a nearby chair, taking his boxers off last, releasing his cock that had been straining against his clothing for a while now. His black tail wagged behind him, the barbed end weaving to find the source of heat and scent coming from Thistle.
Situating himself between her legs, Artemis pressed his cock into her sex, the warmth of her pussy cocooning him, and the walls of her sex wrapping him in a tight grip. The tingling in his balls had him straining and pressing deeply into her, bumping against her flesh.
Gasping, Thistle lengthened her neck, her back arching and her hips rising to meet him, forcing him to plunge deeper into her depths. Pressing her heels into the bed, she ground her mound into him, their flesh slapping with their increased arousal.
It was then that his tail poked into her bottom hole, the moist heat of her dark channel had his tail slithering into her, the barbed end adding an element of pain to her arousal.
With a keening wail, she clenched both holes around him, and he swore he was going to ejaculate from the strangle-hold she had him in.
With the first sign of relaxing, he pistoned both his appendages into her, and holding his body weight up on his elbows, he leaned down and sucked tightly on her breasts, her hardened nipples skating along the roof of his mouth.
“Girl, I’m going to pound into you, I just…I can’t hold back.”
“Fuck me hard, Artemis. It’s what I want!” The pupils in her blue eyes were enlarged and dark, her arousal climbing and her command to fuck her hard had been like waving a flag in front of a bull.
Raising his hips he eased out of both holes, watching her eyes roll back into her head with the sensation of both his cock and tentacle sliding out, knowing that he’d be slamming back into her.
“Keep your eyes on me, Thistle, don’t you blink or look away. I want to see your face when I fuck you hard.”
What he saw in her eyes must have been all the permission he needed, because with a short quick nod, he rammed his cock and tail into her with such force it expelled the air from her lungs, and she grunted with the depth of the penetration.
“Oh, fuck!! Yes!” She slammed her hips into him, and he just knew that come morning they’d both have bruises on their hips.
Their hips slapped against each other, their moans and groans rising along with their growls of frustration, the climb taking every bit of energy they had, their minds and souls focused only on their culminating orgasm.
She shouted, her pussy convulsing around his hard cock, lengthening and prodding her so deeply that she thought she would choke, and his growl had his buttocks and back stiffening, his balls slapping against her perineum. He shoved himself into her so deeply she wondered if his balls had slipped in also.
It was after the last hot spurt of his seed into her that she felt the sting and pain of the barb locking him into her. At first, the thought of something locking them together had frightened her, made her worry about a “malfunction.”
But now, after having done it dozens and dozens of times, she loved nothing more than another event after their sexual activity, a time of bonding, a form of aftercare if you will, to ease back to normal, time to get your breathing back to normal, your senses back on board, and all the stroking and kissing one desired after a planet-shattering orgasm.
Artemis liked teasing her with the barb, tugging gently, the barb dragging the sensitive, orgasm affected tissue which would sometimes catapult her into another orgasm immediately. He loved pulling upward, or downward, and even had tried swiveling his tail to see if it would hurt or increase her arousal, seeking to give her just one more orgasm.
He kissed her face lightly, pecking along her neck, until he could suckle at her breasts, licking and biting the plump flesh, vowing to love her forever.
And then the sting would ease, and the barb would release, and as much as it relieved her, she would immediately miss him filling every hole, miss the warmth of both his cock and his tail.
“I liked that, Daddy.”
“I knew you would, sweetling.”
Her daddy would tuck her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her and she swore she’d never felt any safer than when he did that. She’d fall asleep satisfied, sated, and so in love.
Now to get him through the battle safely, and bring him back home so he could take care of her. And while he was gone she’d be seeking out the citizens of Trexotera and the dragons to determine what her gifting was….The Dragon’s Secret would be revealed to her as well as Satin. And then she could prove her worth…not only to Trexotera but to her lover as well.
The End.