Georgie and Her Dragon (8 page)

He stroked himself and smirked. “Most women
wike to do that. Wunning their mouths awound it makes me hot.” He
stared at her. “Then I can wick you too if you want.” He shifted,
spreading his legs apart a tad in invitation.

“Give me...” Georgie covered her face and
tried not to giggle. “Give me a moment...” The possibilities of
“wicking” raced through her mind.

Turning away, she quickly unlaced her gown,
pulling the thick folds up over her head and screaming silently
into the enveloping fabric.
If he only could say all his r’s and
his l’s
...

“Probably can’t tell his arse from his
elbows either.” Theo’s amused tones rang in her brain and she
almost lost it right there and then.

“Shut up. He’ll hear you.”

“No he won’t. Only you can hear me speak,
babe. This limp wimp can’t hear a thing.”

“He’s not
limp
, that’s the awful part
of it. He’s hung like a horse.”

“Evewything awwight?” The Prince’s question
sounded muffled and she finally emerged from the depths of her
gown.

“Quite. Yes. Thank you for asking.”

“Vewy nice bweasts.”

“Thank you again.” Georgie dropped the
remains of her clothing on the floor. There was no point in faking
maidenly modesty at this point, that was for sure.

“Did you wook at the book? I’d wike to twy
page twenty-two after you’ve sucked on me. What do you think?”

I think I’m gonna piss my pants
.

“You’re not wearing any.”

“Shut
up,
Theo.”

“Pawdon?”

“Never mind.” Georgie threw up her hands.
“How about we just go straight to the fucking, okay? You said page
twenty-two?” She thumbed through the book and paused at the
appropriate page.

A woman was bent double and her partner was
buried to his balls - up her arse.

“This one?” Georgie pointed at it with a
steady finger, a raised eyebrow and what she knew was a glacial
expression on her face.

“Yep.” The Prince looked smug. “Aww you have
to do is suck me off first. Then I get hard again, wip into you,
fuck you siwwy and you wet me into your ass.”

It was the last straw for Georgie.

Torn between the agonizingly strong urge to
scream with laughter, and outrage that this jerk would
automatically assume she was gonna let him fuck her up the ass ten
minutes after “hello” - or “hewwow” as the case may be - she closed
the book with a snap.

“I don’t think so.”

“No?” He pouted. “Well, there’s awways page
sixty-nine?”

“No.”

“But...weeally...it’s vewy nice...”

“I don’t fucking
care
.”

The Prince’s eyes narrowed. “Aha. You must
be one of those that wikes to be waashed.”

“Huh?”

“Waashed? With a whip?”

“Lashed?” Georgie was beside herself,
breasts bobbing up and down as she seethed. “Absolutely not, you
twit.”

“Easy there, Georgie. He’s only human.”
Theo’s voice was soothing. “Give him a break, okay?”

“No.” She spun around and stared out the
window. “If he puts one finger on me, I’m screaming bloody
murder.”

“What?” The Prince sounded puzzled. “I’m not
supposed to fingew
you, I’m supposed to
fuck
you.”

“Look, Mr. Pwecious Pwince. That ain’t gonna
happen. Not here, not now, not today - not
ever
.”

His eyebrows drew together in a frown. “You
cannot deny me. You are mine by wight.”

“Bullshit.” Georgie stood her ground. “Just
because my idiot father made a deal with you and
I
got to be
on the bargaining table doesn’t mean
you
get to fuck me
while I’m there. And certainly
not
up the ass.”

A handsome lip curved into a sneer and he
started to advance on Georgie. Who backed away.

“I am going to fuck you, Pwincess, with or
without your appwoval. I will not be thwawted.”

A snicker from outside the window didn’t
help matters and although Georgie knew she was in imminent danger
of being - er -
waped
, she couldn’t help a little gurgle of
laughter from bubbling up in her throat. Her dagger lay beneath her
pillow, so she could always
castwate
the bugger if worse
came to worst.

A gust of smoke billowed in from the
window.

“What’s
that
?” The prince
coughed.

“Er...the heating system is acting up a
bit.” Georgie knew damn well exactly what - or rather who - had
produced the cloud of sulphurous fumes.

“Look, William. I’m sorry. This clearly
isn’t working.” Georgie held up her hand. “It’s nothing personal,
you understand...”

He paused and frowned. “It’s not?”

Georgie thought rapidly. “No, not at all.
It’s just that I think you’ve gotten a rotten deal from my father.
I’m the thirteenth princess, you know. No real dowry to speak
of...”

His brows drew even closer together. “And
your womb is really vewy small...”

“Pardon?”

“Your womb.” He waved his hands around.
“It’s vewy small.”

“Oh. My
room
. Yes it is.”

“Mummy warned me, you know.” He sighed.

“She did?”

“She said I’d be stuck with a wow number
bwide. She was wight. It’s all my fault for getting here wate. But
what could I do? My horse was wimping...” His lower lip
trembled.

Georgie shuddered and nearly farted as she
held her laughter in check. “
I
know. Why don’t you get
dressed and see if there are any other eligible princesses left?
God knows I’ve got enough sisters...there may be one or two with
better dowries than me...”
And less brains too
.
Ones who
wouldn’t care about things like adequate conversational skills.
“Don’t worry about the King. I’ll take care of it all.”

She gathered his clothes and passed them to
him, patting him maternally on the shoulder. “You’re really a very
nice guy. Just not the right guy for me.”

He sighed and pulled on his pants and boots.
“You are smawt. I never manage to get it on with the smawt
ones.”

“Not your fault, dear. You just run along
and I’ll handle everything here. You deserve a nice princess of
your own. Someone who likes painting too, perhaps...”

His face lit up with a very handsome smile.
“Oooh. Bwilliant.”

“Yes, aren’t I?” She tugged his arm. “Here’s
the door. You know where to go. Have fun.” She shoved him through,
grabbing his shirt as he dropped it and pushing it into his arms in
a crumpled bundle. “Enjoy the castle. Have a lovely life. Bye-bye
now.”

With an enormous sigh of relief, Georgie
slammed the door shut behind her handsome prince.

And tumbled onto the bed, laughing until the
tears ran from her eyes.

The Picture on Page Fifteen...

Her ribs ached, her face ached - Georgie
figured she’d never laughed quite so hard in her life. Finally, the
howls gave way to an occasional chuckling hiccup and she lifted her
head to see Theo’s, resting comfortably in the embrasure and
watching her.

“All done?”

She giggled some more. “Dunno.” She sat up.
“Shit, Theo. You have to admit that was the funniest damn thing
since...I don’t know since when.”

Theo quirked an eyebrow. “It’s pretty mean
laughing at a guy for something he can’t help.”

Chastened, Georgie nodded. “I know. And
under the usual set of circumstances, I wouldn’t have. Honest.” She
peeked at him from under her eyelashes. “But it was the idea of
having him in bed with me, fucking me...can you imagine?” She bit
down on another laugh. “
Oh Pwincess. Wick me. Wuv me
.
I’m
a howny wittle wust-fiwwed fucker
.”

“Does sort of detract from the moment,
doesn’t it?” Theo’s eyes lit with amusement.

“Babe, it kills it stone dead.” She
shrugged. “He was good-looking too, but...it’s not about looks, is
it?”

“Don’t ask me. I don’t know anything about
it.”

“Riiiight.” Georgie stretched, careless of
her nudity and always comfortable around Theo whether clothed or
not. Her gaze fell on the book lying half open. “Oh shit. He forgot
his book.”

“Call a servant. Have somebody get it back
to him.” Theo yawned hugely, sending a whuff of warm air over
Georgie’s naked body. She tingled.

“Umm...hang on a minute here...”

She couldn’t help it. The book was there,
she was alone but for Theo, and this was her chance to really get
some of the inside information she’d yearned for during her
schooling. Sure, she’d had sex, but somewhere - someplace inside
her - she’d always known there was something missing. Some spark of
pleasure that had eluded her.

Something that resulted in a “Whooeee” sort
of experience rather than a “Thanks, that was nice” evening. Sadly,
they’d mostly been the latter than the former. In fact, Georgie
realized suddenly that there had really only been one “Whooeee” in
her entire life.

And
Theo
had been responsible for
it.

Her hand shook a little at the epiphany.
She’d not touched herself since that night, scared that he wouldn’t
be there to help her hit that fabulous peak - or perhaps even more
scared that he would.

She blinked. This was too fucking
complicated.

And
then
...her gaze fell on page
fifteen.

She sucked in a breath.

“You okay?” Theo’s voice sounded lazy in her
ears, a soft caress that went all the way to her crotch and back up
again.

“Uh...yeah. I just found...”

“What?”

“A picture.” Georgie stared at it.

“Really? Of what?”

She could do this.
They
could do
this. The images flooded her mind, a rapid cascade of arousal that
tightened her belly and moistened her pussy. “Of...something I
think I’m gonna try.” She darted him a quick glance. “With
you
.”

“Huh?”

“Something for us. The two of us.
Together.”

“Babe - ” Theo cleared his throat awkwardly.
“I’m a
dragon
. You know we can’t get it on. It just ain’t
gonna work.”

A wicked grin curved her lips and she
watched as Theo’s eyes dropped to her mouth. “
We
don’t have
to.”

“I don’t understand.”

She looked down at the book again. There
were two people - a woman and a man - in the picture. The man was
lying on the bed, hands behind his head, propped up by pillows and
quite naked. Also aroused - very aroused - and with a shit-eating
grin on his face. The artist was really rather good and Georgie
wondered for a second if Prince William had drawn it, but then
dismissed the thought. There was nothing surreal about this
picture. It was
very
accurate.

The woman was standing at the foot of the
bed - lasciviously fondling herself in front of her partner. It was
in the section on “Foreplay” and a quick riffle showed Georgie that
such activities were met with apparent pleasure on both sides,
since pages sixteen and seventeen took the participants right into
the act - straightforward fucking.

She licked lips that were suddenly dry.
“Okay Theo. Here’s what we’re gonna do.”

For a dragon, he looked surprisingly
uncertain. “You keep saying
we
.”

She nodded and slithered from the bed. “Oh
yeah. It’s a definite
we
. This is something we can
both
do.”

“Honey - I can’t - ”

“You don’t have to.” She stood before him,
naked and ready, taking a great deal of delight in the little drop
of saliva that was oozing from the side of his mouth and puddling
on the floor.

“What
do
I have to do then?” He
sounded flat-out worried now.

“Just watch, Theo. Just
watch
.” She
breathed in, letting her breasts rise and fall as she did so. “Can
you do that?”

His gulp was noisy. “Uh, I
guess
so.”

“Good.” Georgie smiled.

Could he watch?
Hell yeah
.

His eyes wouldn’t turn any other way, he
couldn’t have moved his gaze if somebody’d shoved a sword up his
ass at that particular moment and he had no issues with ignoring
the fact he was hanging on to the outside of the castle with only
two claws. His head was inside Georgie’s room and he wanted to be
inside Georgie so bad his pouch was threatening to explode from the
pressure of his cock inside it.

He daren’t reach down and free it - there
was another embrasure below and whoever was in
that
room
would probably notice a stiff three feet of dragon cock if it
thrust into their presence and dripped with pre-come. Things like
that tended to attract unwanted attention and if he got himself
castrated at this point it would
so
not be a good thing.

Thus his entire focus remained fixed on the
woman standing in front of him - less than a flicker of his tongue
away.
No, can’t do that
. Too creepy. Too -
bestial
.

And at the back of his mind lingered a
thought - perhaps this might free him from the spell holding him
captive. Good thing or bad thing, he wasn’t sure, but damned if he
gave a fuck at this point.

He just wanted to see Georgie.

So he watched.

She sighed as her hands stroked her skin,
her forearms at first, running over them like she was cold.

Theo knew better. He could sense her heat
even from this distance, along with the sweet flowering of her
pussy as the juices began to flow. Her stance altered a little, her
legs parting, offering him tantalizing glimpses of glittering
droplets of moisture as they dappled her thighs. It took him a few
seconds to realize that at long last this was for
real
.

She grinned at him and cupped her breasts.
“What do you think, babe? Will they do?”

“For what?” Theo rasped out the words into
her head, knowing his voice was hoarse as her thumbs played with
her nipples.