Ragnar was more than a little buzzed as he made his way across the dark clearing. Cecilia was young and beautiful. After his botched attempt at attacking the Dragonslayers, he returned to his village only to find a barren and burned wasteland at the peaks of the Scandinavian mountains. There were no bodies, only a note left in a place where only he would look.
It didn’t say where his clan had fled to; it didn’t even ask if he was alright. It simply told him he had been excommunicated for his crimes against the clan. There was no telling how many died when the Dragonslayers attacked. First his family, now his clan; Ragnar truly had nothing left.
He shifted and flew high above the clouds where he could be alone with the stars. He thought long and hard during his travels. He knew he wanted revenge against the Dragonslayers, against the ones who killed his family. Apollo was the worst of them, but he wanted to see them all suffer for what they did.
Ragnar sought refuge with the dragons in the west, but Lucius Roven denied him sanctuary. Word travels fast among dragons, but Ragnar was no less infuriated. What he had done, he did for the good of all dragon shifters. When Cecilia offered to give him company, he took it. Shamelessly and willingly, he took it. No one would give him the time of day, let alone spend time with him.
Ragnar stopped when they were far enough from the celebration.
“Have you ever ridden a dragon before?” He asked.
Cecilia shook her head. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? What if my father or my assigned husband sees?”
Ragnar chuckled. “Let them. You wanted to spite them as well, didn’t you?”
Cecilia nodded. “I suppose you’re right.”
Ragnar shifted into his dragon form. The process was fast and after so long, painless. He stood proudly on his four legs and spread his black wings into the night. He leaned down as Cecilia climbed onto his back. She dug her hands into his neck, reaching between the scales. He heard her shock as her hands touched the icy skin beneath the scales.
When she sat still he drove his wings down and shot upward into the sky. Cecilia screamed with excitement as the night wind rushed past them. Ragnar flew above the clouds and leveled out. He glided across the surface of the sky.
“This is incredible!” Cecilia shouted.
Her wonder and excitement; Ragnar recalled the same tone in his son’s voice when he first rode upon his father’s back. Ragnar found another clearing near the downtown portion of the city where the nightlife was at its peak. He needed more drinks, and fast. He swooped downward and landed. Cecilia climbed off as he transformed back into his human form. When he was finished, the realization that he had no clothing to call his own hit him.
“I, uh, this is embarrassing,” he said.
Cecilia looked at him with pure desire in her eyes. He hadn’t seen such a lustful look from a woman since his wife.
“No, don’t be sorry. It’s quite the view,” she said.
“Perhaps you could fetch me some clothes? I will buy the drinks for the rest of the night,” he said.
Cecilia shook her head. “With what money?”
She had a point. “I’ll find something.”
Cecilia smiled. “Admit it, you knew this would happen.”
Ragnar honestly hadn’t considered it. He was too swept up in the moment to know better. He was also borderline drunk.
Cecilia approached him as she softly bit her lower lip.
“Well, now that I’ve seen you naked, I think it’s only fair that I know your name,” she said.
“It’s Ragnar, but Cecilia, honestly, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
She shook her head as her hands reached behind her dress. Ragnar heard the zipper slowly descended. The cold sweat on her dark skin glistened in the moonlight as she peeled the dress off of her skin. Ragnar’s heart raced as she slowly revealed her form.
“Cecilia, we can’t,” he said.
“I would rather my first time be with you, than with someone I could never love,” she said.
Ragnar’s head spun. Her first time? He couldn’t imagine the trouble he would be in with her father. Her clothes slowly fell away. Underneath she was wearing a black lace bra and panties. She unclasped the bra and let it fall to the ground below. Her bare breasts shimmered in the light. She slowly pulled down her panties and walked over to him.
“If we’re going to do this, there are some things you must experience,” Ragnar said.
Cecilia smiled. “Oh, and what did you have in mind?”
“Lay on the ground.”
Cecilia draped herself across the grassy surface of the ground. Ragnar knelt between her legs and spread them apart. He laid flat on his stomach and pressed his lips between her legs. His hot breath on her skin made her moan instantly.
His tongue slid out and gently explored the lips between her legs. Cecilia cried out as his tongue wandered upward. He moved in circular motions, stimulating and pleasing her in way she had never before experienced. She dug her fingers into the back of his head as her moans echoed all around them.
Ragnar took a quick breath and returned with renewed vigor. He gripped her legs and held her still as he worked his tongue deep into her. She cried out as her body shook and thrashed beneath him. She screamed in ecstasy as a climax washed over her. Ragnar climbed on top of her, slowly kissing his way up her chest until he reached her thick breasts. His hands cupped them, massaging slowly as he tongue swept over the nipples, gently flicking and suckling.
He positioned himself over her and grasped the bottom of her right thigh with his hand. With his body steadied, he thrusted himself into her. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Are you okay?” He whispered.
“Don’t stop,” she replied.
Ragnar pulled out slowly and then thrusted into her once more with all of his force. Her fingernails dug deep into his skin. He thrusted again, and again. Each time he felt waves of pleasure he hadn’t felt in what seemed like eternity.
He pulled out of her. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Cecilia obeyed. Ragnar positioned himself behind her and wrapped his hands around her waist. He slid into her slowly, tightly gripping her backside. He found a rhythm, thrusting into her with passionate movements.
He brought one hand up to her shoulder and gripped her tight as his hips rocked back and forth. She moaned with each impact. Ragnar knew he would come soon. To impregnate her would be the ultimate insult, not only to her father, but also to her betrothed. Her cries fueled his passion, he dug his fingers into her waist again and thrusted into her one final time as he climaxed.
Cecilia collapsed onto the cold grass. Ragnar laid beside her, desperate to catch his breath.
“Incredible. I didn’t know it could feel so good,” she said.
“Me neither,” Ragnar said.
Cecilia rolled over and laid against him. He felt her breasts pressed against his chest, felt her heartbeat racing against his. There was a moment where he felt something more than a primal lust for her. Was he falling in love?
“Ragnar?” She asked.
“Yes?”
“Will you stay here with me for a while? I don’t want to go home yet.”
Ragnar was filled with conflicted emotions. He laid his head back on the cool grass and looked upward at the stars in the sky.
“Yes, I will.”