Dragon Actually

“Come. I’ll show you.”

Gently, he unwrapped her arms from his body and, taking possessive hold of her hand, again guided her away from the castle. After several minutes, she heard the sound of rushing water and her heartbeat sped up. Soon they came upon a river, the water not so rough a human could not use it.

“Water,” she sighed. “It’s been ages since I bathed in anything but a tub.”

“I know. I meant to bring you here yesterday, but I became sidetracked by that chain.”

She smiled while Bercelak moved behind her. There was no surprise when his hands came around and began to untie her bodice. “You know, Bercelak, my hands work quite well.”

“I’m sure they do. But one thing they teach warriors of all breeds is how to tie and untie knots.”

He made quick work of the ribbon holding her bodice together and soon his hands slid across her exposed br**sts.

Rhiannon sighed again and leaned back into Bercelak’s hard body.

“You know, Princess, I think your being so tense is what has made banishing your mother’s spell that much harder.”

“Oh, you do, do you? And where did that tenseness come from? Perhaps because some mad bastard had me chained inside a bedroom for hours?”

“No. That’s not why.”

She grinned. He really was mad. And, apparently, all hers.

“I think that’s what we should work on today. Getting you to relax.”

The dress slipped off her body and down her legs, pooling at her feet.

“Is that right?”

“Aye. I want you relaxed and calm. The Magick will probably just flow from you then.”

She had to admire his ability to spin centaur shit into fine gold.

Soft lips kissed her neck. Strong teeth nibbled the flesh beneath her ear. Large calloused hands kneaded her br**sts before slipping down her body, rubbing soft circles into her skin.

“One day, Rhiannon, you’ll be dragon again. I won’t stop until we make you whole once more.”

Pulling from his arms, she smiled up into his handsome face. “We’ll worry about that later. There’s a river waiting for us.” This time, she took his hand and brought him to the river’s edge. She pulled off his shirt and unlaced his breeches. He toed off his boots while she dragged his pants down his legs. She teased his screaming erection with the tip of her nose and he groaned.

“You truly are evil.”

She laughed. Bercelak was the only living being she could name who made her laugh with him as opposed to at him.

Dragging her hands along his powerful thighs, she stood up. Leaning in she kissed his bare chest. Bercelak sighed and muttered her name. His arms again wrapped around her, pulling her tight against him. She had to admit, she did like feeling his naked human flesh against her own.

Rhiannon dragged her hands down his lower back and across his ass. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his cheeks and gripped him tight. Chuckling low, he grabbed her shoulders and held her away from him.

“You don’t play fair, Princess.”

“I didn’t know I was supposed to.”

“Good point.” He lifted her up easily, tossing her over his shoulder. “I truly hope you can swim with that human body of yours, Princess.”

“I can learn.”

They swam for a good while. Rhiannon continued to tease him, torment him. She seemed to enjoy it. She actually smiled. He loved seeing her smile.

When she moved up behind him in the cold, clean water and took firm hold of his balls, he’d had enough. He dragged her out of the water and into the trees. Laying her out on the ground, he stretched out beside her.

“It’s time I teach you who’s in charge.”

“That would be me.”

“So sure are you?”

Her hand reached out and took firm hold of his cock. Bercelak groaned, his head dropping forward and rubbing against her.

“Yes,” she muttered smugly. “I am sure.”

But two could play this game of hers.

While she slowly stroked his cock, he eased his hand down to her sex. He slid a single finger inside her and she arched into his hand.

Grinning, he watched as she bit her lip and pumped her hips against his hand.

“Want more?”

She nodded, a small whimper coming from her throat.

He thrust another finger inside her and she cried out. He continued to f**k her with his hand while his mouth wrapped around her breast, his tongue teasing the nipple.

Rhiannon’s strokes on his raging hard c**k became a little more fitful, not nearly as graceful as before, but she didn’t release him. She stroked him with one hand and dug the other into his hair, clutching the back of his head, holding him to her.

They both continued touching and rubbing each other, pushing each other to come. When her legs began to shake, Bercelak thrust harder and teased her clit with his thumb. Her hand gripped him tighter, stroking and stroking until they came together, writhing and grinding.

When they finally released each other, he looked into her eyes and together they said, “You’re absolutely mad about me.”

She burst out in delightful laughter, but he covered her mouth with his hand, his body tensing at the smell of human flesh nearby.

Rhiannon’s blue eyes watched him, but she said nothing. She didn’t fight him.

They waited and he wasn’t surprised when human soldiers stepped into view. Thankfully, they were so deep into the trees that none of the men could see them.