His tongue touches my lips, the taste of him is cool and scorching all at once.

He pulls back, his eyes smoldering with desire. I'm left shaking, hollow.

My pulse throbs between my legs.

His hands are on my ass, roaming back and forth, his fingertips grazing between my legs. A shiver races up my spine.

One of his hands moves up my back to stroke my hair as he leans in.

His tongue darts out once more, licking, tasting, exploring.

I didn't know Zmaj knew what a kiss was, but damn he's good!

He runs his hand through my hair as his lips meet mine again. Soft, gentle kisses, our lips touch and part.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I let myself go, giving in to his touch. Panting through parted lips our tongues meet, dance then part.

Soft lips seeking more. My fingers tingle as I run them down his neck and across his shoulders. His scales are cool to the touch, the hard silky texture enticing.

Ragnar trails his hand down my spine. Another shiver at its passage.

Still in the oasis, lapping waves of warm water caress between my legs. Desire pounds through my veins, drumming with my racing pulse.

The enormous Zmaj hunter carries me out of the water, his lips never far from mine.

His tongue darts in and out, like a hummingbird tasting a sweet flower.

I groan with pleasure.

His cock pressing into my stomach feels huge. Too big to believe. I want him but can my body handle that much?

Awareness beyond the sweet, cinnamon-ish taste of his lips is dim as he moves us out of the water.

Wrapping my legs tighter around his waist drives his cock so hard into me, I can feel it pulsing. He wants me.

He wants me.

I have to think it again.

I'm not the girl guys want, not like this. Ragnar doesn't care, he wants me. In his arms, I'm special.

Pleasure races out from deep in my center, making me shudder with the force of its passage.

I've never, in my life, felt desired like I do now.

We're lowering but it's like I'm floating. He's so strong, there's no sense of gravity. No pull of the earth. I'm in the embrace of his wings, drifting to the ground.

Ragnar covers me, large and powerful. His lips crushing mine.

On his elbows, engulfing me with his large size, I'm tiny and possessed.

His soft lips kiss across my cheek, his hands roam across my wet blouse.

I run my fingers through his hair, stroking along the bulky muscles of his shoulders down to his bulging biceps then back up and through his hair.

His cock strains against his pants, pressing hard against my pussy. Wet heat soaks my thighs. I wonder again how big can he actually be?

His thumb passes over my nipple, shock waves drive out all other thought.

Moaning in pleasure my hips move with a mind of their own, pushing up and into him.

In moments my blouse is off then his warm mouth encompasses my swollen nipple and I'm gasping for air.

His hot, rough tongue licks across then circles while he sucks. I flush as my heart jumps into overdrive.

Pleasure makes me writhe beneath him.

I'm transported under the ministrations of his tongue to my breasts. He moves from one to the other then back.

As he rises from one, he pauses and looks for a long, admiring moment.

He lowers his head and his mouth works one hard bud while his thumb and forefinger play with the other.

It's a double whammy of sensation.

My clit throbs so bad it almost hurts.

My hands tighten in his hair, pulling as the intense pleasure of his mouth wracks my body.

As he passes from one breast to another his hips grind against me. The bulge of his cock presses hard against my pussy even through our clothes.

I take one hand from his hair and slide it down between us.

I need release; the pressure is too much.

He moans against me, vibrating my breasts.

"Ragnar!" I cry out, my hand slipping inside my pants.

Passing down I find my swollen clit. The moment my fingers touch, I buck underneath his greater weight, driving his cock hard against the dividing fabric.

Shudders race through me, my toes curl and my back arches.

His bulky arms wrap around me, protective, pulling me to his chest and holding me close.

My orgasm spikes in a quick, overwhelming snap.

It eases just as quickly and I know it wasn't enough. I need him more.

Ragnar kisses down the swell of my breasts and onto my stomach.

A moment of self-consciousness passes over me but washes away as he kisses his way lower. His fingers stroke hot trails of fire down my sides. They hook under the hem of my pants and I lift, letting him slide them off.

He hisses as I'm exposed, his eyes widening in clear admiration.

His hands move slowly, tentative, and I would almost swear they tremble just before he touches me.

He runs his hands over my middle and down my thighs, lowering his head.

His tongue darts out and touches me at the top of my opening making me shiver in anticipation.

Large, firm hands push apart my thighs, demanding entrance.

His warm breath crosses my delicate lips and his hands lightly massage my thighs, then his tongue traces the crease of my leg, just touching the left side of my lips.

My eyes roll back in my head with pleasure. Grabbing his hair in both hands I knot my fingers and tug, pulling him towards my center.

His rough, hot tongue laps at the outside of my folds without penetrating.

Delicate, rapid licks, tasting my juices, he groans and says something. God I wish I knew what it was but it sounds so breathtakingly sexy!

Lowering his head his tongue drives in and I cry out as its rough width forces me open.

He drags it up, moving side to side, opening me to my fullest.

Pulling up until he reaches my clit, he encompasses it with his mouth and sucks.

I've never felt anything like this. My limbs go weak, my muscles are unresponding jelly.

Fire burns through my veins.

My heart races like wild horses.

I rise to the edge then he backs me down, moving from my center, licking my thighs, my outer lips and then somehow sensing I'm off the edge he drives back in, pushing me back up before retreating again.

It's a roller-coaster of sensation. Rising, cresting, then backing away.

His hands are everywhere, touching, exploring as his tongue searches me out.

I'm taken by a storm. Falling into my orgasm, a tightness in my core that explodes. I'm washed away. Waves of fiery pleasure burn through my limbs then ice comes behind.

My back arches, my toes curl as I lift into him and beyond.

He holds me tight as my body shudders, I'm in his strong arms.

Shivering, the last vestiges of my pleasure pass. My muscles twitch before I collapse to the ground, protected by the warmth of his body.

He climbs up, passing over me, until our lips meet again. Soft gentle kisses.

One of his hands lowers while he holds himself up with the other. Anticipation tinged with fear creates a thrill that rushes through me.

I've wondered so many times what he looks like, how big can he be? Now, at last, I'm going to find out.

Fumbling, he undoes his pants until they hang loose. Deep in shadow I catch a swinging glimpse of a massive cock.

It can't be that big!

He slides his pants down and his dick bounces free.

Its massive, and it's ridged. It's too big. I panic and push against his chest, sliding away.

He looks up, meeting my eyes, confusion dancing in his.

Shaking my head side to side I can't take my eyes off his cock.

It's as big around as my fist and the top side has ridges that look like they're made of bone running from the head to the base. And long! It has to be over thirteen inches.

"I can't," I say. "It's too big!"

Pushing my way out from under him, I reach for my clothes. He says something, shaking his head, and I know he doesn't understand. How do I make myself understood?

He rolls back onto his knees. His massive, thick, rock-hard cock juts out like an accusing finger.

I can hear the question in his voice even if I don't understand the words. Shaking my head, I point at his cock then make a circle with my hands, mimicking its size. Pointing at my own parts I shrink the size of my hands, shaking my head.

Ragnar frowns.

I feel terrible but what if he hurts me? We're lost in the desert with no one else around. I can't, not here, not now.

He says something else, stands up and pulls his pants back into place.

"I'm sorry," I say.

Useless words.

He looks at me for a long moment. There's no accusation in his eyes but he turns his back and walks a distance off. Pulling my clothes on, I put my back to one tree and wrap my arms around my knees. How can I be so terrible?