SavedDragon (7 page)

“I’m sorry, Saul. I’m sorry that I hurt you. Please talk to me.”

“I dream of you,” he replied gruffly. “It is… maddening.”

“You’re in my head at the worst times. I had a breakdown at work and quit my job. Every man I meet is such an asshole compared to you. I always knew they were jerks but… something about you made me realize I deserve more. You showed me kindness. You were good to me.” And she’d thrown it in his face. Chloe turned her face against his throat and nuzzled him appreciatively. He felt so warm. Her own personal radiator.

“What do you want from this, Chloe? I am not human. No matter how I appear before you now, I can never become a true human.”

Despite his warning, Chloe knew that if she walked away, she’d regret it for the rest of her life. “I don’t care. I want you to do this to me again.” She leaned back and tugged aside her top’s neckline, revealing the faded bite. He’d bruised her without drawing blood and somehow, over the course of the month it hadn’t quite healed completely. It remained a faded hint of yellow and green long after it should have diminished.

“You do not ask for a simple thing, Chloe.” Saul’s eyes flared briefly, a touch of the golden color returning.

“I don’t know what it means, but you can tell me later. All I know is that I want you to trust me again. You trusted me with this secret. Trust me one more time. Please.”

No more words passed between them. Saul lifted her into his arms, exactly as he had several weeks ago in the cave. His long strides took them by several lavish rooms but she paid them little attention. All her focus was where it belonged - on him.

Moonlight spilled in through a large skylight, painting the room in silver hues. As the central ornament of the expansive room, a large platform bed dominated the space with a bevy of cushions and satin-covered pillows.

Saul introduced her to the bed by tossing her on it. “Remove everything,” he ordered her promptly. His hands tugged at her clothes, as if too incompetent with a human woman’s garments to remove them properly. Her panties became the first casualty of their encounter, ripped by his enthusiastic hands and tossed aside. She hastily unfastened her bra to save the expensive underwire from suffering the same fate.

Apparently dragons went barefoot and commando at all times. For Saul, undressing was as simple as dropping his jeans and kicking them aside. The carved V formed by his hip muscles was a thing of absolute beauty. Bodybuilders strived to attain a figure like him.

Chloe eased a hand between her thighs. The very sight of Saul made her pussy throb. He filled her with unbearable tension and yearning to be claimed.

“God, you’re so big,” she breathed out.

He stood above her, his hard cock in one hand. It had been stiff and fully erect long before he shed his pants. Providing no further warning, he took Chloe by the hips to turn her on her hands and knees.

“No!” she gasped, pushing at him with her fingers. She resisted his efforts to flop her onto her belly again.

Saul froze in place, bent above her with his fingers curved over her supple skin. He released her at once and stepped back from the bed. “Have I misunderstood? You said you wished me to claim you again, Chloe.”

“I do, Saul, I do. More than anything. But I want to look at you.”

His bewilderment remained. “You do not like—?”

“No, baby, I loved it. But I want to look into your eyes when you take me. I want to make love looking at your face.” She cupped his cheek with her palm. “Have you never had sex that way?”

His silence provided all the answer she needed. Of course not. He did what came naturally. Their sex had been primal, filled with his dominance and her willing submission. It never even occurred to him to make love to her face to face.

“Let me please you,” she whispered. “I want to show you how much I care.”

Wariness flickered across his stony features but Saul didn’t oppose her. He remained perfectly still as Chloe slid her palms down his body, exploring the contoured planes of his shoulders and the corded muscles of his arms. Everything about him radiated strength.

“Lie down for me,” she requested breathlessly. Saul complied without hesitation and drew her down with him to the silk sheets. Chloe smiled and disentangled herself from his arms, rising up to lean over him.

“You’re magnificent.” Chloe placed tender kisses against his chest, working her way down. His erection stood tall, but when she reached it, she knew without a doubt that she’d never fit the entire thing in her mouth. She took ahold of him at the base of his cock instead and treated him to a tantalizing lick. Once he was driven to groaning out in pleasure, she teased the silken crown with tongue flicks against the tiny slit. Saul’s groan was the best reward.

She wanted to give him a new experience. No. She
needed
to give it to him. Had to make amends for the hurt she’d caused him.

“Chloe,” he growled. Saul’s fingers fisted in the ruby sheets.

Encouraged, she flattened her tongue against the veiny underside of his erection and delivered a second slow pass. Her lips closed around the smooth pink head, taking him into her mouth. Saul’s groan urged her to try and bring him in deeper.

“You are an enchantress, Chloe. A succubus or a siren.”

I can live with that,
she thought. She swirled her tongue around his corona, enjoying him as much as an ice cream cone. The way his body trembled, completely at her mercy, turned her on and filled her with confidence.

My dragon,
she thought.
My Saul.

She wanted to lay her claim as thoroughly as he had on her.

Her mouth came off of him with a wet pop but her hands never ceased their rhythmic pumps. Chloe ducked her head down further and gifted his baby-soft balls the same treatment, licking and suckling the sensitive bits of Saul’s anatomy.

His pulse became a pounding presence beneath her hand.

“You’re mine,” she whispered. Then she dove forward again and plunged him into her mouth. She forced her lips to uncomfortably stretch, using them to shield his sensitive skin from the edge of her teeth. What little of him she could take in, she fucked hard and fast while using her hands in alternating strokes.

She reduced her strong, proud dragon to incoherent moans.

Just in time, Chloe placed her lips against his tender crown to catch the first burst of his seed. The sticky mouthful slid over her tongue, a perfect balanced blend of smoke and sweet. Like everything else about him, it was unique.

Dragon come. I’ve tasted dragon come,
she thought. The ridiculous idea surfaced in her mind and sent her into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

Saul had become so still, and so very quiet, that for a moment she feared she’d killed him. His sudden breath and strained query assured her that wasn’t the case. “What amuses you so deeply?”

“Your taste,” Chloe replied. Her fingertips skimmed his flat abdomen and the fair treasure trail leading to his cock.

“It is to your liking?”

“Well… yeah. You taste much better than any human man, that’s for sure.” And she couldn’t be the only woman to taste him and determine that he was absolutely divine in every way. Unless… The answer struck her with crystal clarity. “Has no one ever given you a blowjob?” she asked incredulously.

Saul laughed weakly and declined to answer. She had grown accustomed to it, gradually coming to understand that he chose silence over revealing his embarrassments. He was a proud man. A noble dragon she longed to satisfy.

That’s it. He’s a blowjob virgin,
she determined. “Did you… even know what blowjobs are?” Saul wasn’t a small man by any means, and the term ‘baby’s arm holding an apple’ seemed to have been created specifically with him in mind. Understandably, some women had to be put off by his impressive girth.

“I am familiar with the term,” Saul answered dryly.

Chloe giggled even more at his tone. “So was that your first?”

“Yes.” He shook his head. “I am familiar with the
term
fellatio, however, I find the alternate choice of name to be ridiculous. There was no blowing involved.”

“You’re a little too big for a proper one.” She peeked down at his half-hard cock. Heat rose in the apples of her cheeks and pinkened her skin in a flush. “Improvising was necessary.”

“You appeared to have no issues. I…” He paused and drew in a deep breath, moving a hand from the bed to smooth her hair from her face. “I did not know such a thing was so enjoyable. But you pleased only me, not yourself.”

She kissed her way back up his body, taking her sweet time. This was her chance to become fully acquainted with him, an opportunity lost to her during their single night alone in the cavern. Shamelessly, she delivered a nibble at his hip followed by a dip of her tongue around his navel. As he responded favorably to her teases, she crawled along his body to skate her teeth over each of his flat nipples. By the time she reached his neck and straddled him, her lover’s cock throbbed anew.

“This is not how it is done.” Saul’s hand settled against her waist.

“Maybe not for dragons but I promise you, humans find this quite enjoyable. You will too.”

Chloe controlled her descent over his rock hard arousal. Or so she thought. With one hand on his chest for her balance, and the other gripping his cock, she dragged the smooth tip over her dewy pussy lips. Last night’s waxing hadn’t hurt as much as expected, and had been worth every penny.

Thanks to Marcy’s impromptu kidnapping shortly after confirming her flight to California, Chloe had been subjected to female, ritualistic tortures. A professional with a soft voice and gentle hands had shaped the blonde curls at the apex of Chloe’s thighs into a perfect, narrow and closely trimmed runway strip. Her bald snatch was sensitive to the slightest touch.

Dragging his dick over her slick folds eventually introduced him to her clit. As she groaned, Chloe positioned his tip against the hot entrance to her pussy. Saul promptly thrust his hips upwards and pulled her down, impaling her upon his erection. Her dreams over the past few weeks barely compared to the reality.

“Now who’s being a naughty dragon?” she chastised, smiling down at him.

Saul groaned something unintelligible at first. It sounded like another language. “Naughty?” he echoed up to her. His bright eyes shined in the dimly lit room. Adjacent to the bed, a small nightstand held a single glass lamp with elaborately painted panels. Its soft glow cast warm light over his features.

God, he’s glorious.
From his smile to the shy way he caressed her hips and thighs, Chloe found every facet of the man beneath her indescribably attractive. His innocence to human sexuality made her question his origins and the life he had lived until now.

“Here…” She drew his hands up to her breasts, rolling her hips in slow and sinuous movements. “I love feeling my breasts in your hands.”

“Perfect as plums,” he murmured, squeezing. “I prefer them to the bouncing monstrosities decadently displayed in my studio.”

The visual his words produced made Chloe giggle. She lifted from his body and nearly lost him from her tight grasp. Sinking down again resulted in the sweet harmony of their mutual groans.

“I want them in your mouth, Saul.”

Saul sat up in one smooth motion. Her pink nipples budded tightly beneath his attentive fingers, but she craved the heat of his mouth.

“That would please you?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “That would please me very much.”

Her body clenched around him, stimulated by the playful nip and suckle of his lips to her sensitive flesh. His mouth drew away from her nipple with a pop and the hands squeezing her ass grinded her down harder atop his cock.

“It pleases me too,” Saul decided. He tested his theory with the other breast, and seemed to delight when the taut muscle surrounding his cock responded in turn, delivering a delicious contraction around his swollen arousal.  He alternated longer strokes with shallow grinds, plunging in and out of her with force one moment and tenderly churning within her the next.

The only constant, was that everything made her coo and moan just the same. Nothing that Saul did could displease her, especially when his lips tended to wrap around her nipple and dedicate sweet attention. Her breasts definitely pleased him.

“Are humans always this slow?” he murmured against her tit. His tongue flicked out and dragged over the taut peak at the tip. She shuddered.

“Sometimes. Do you want faster? I… I can do faster.”

“I want whatever will please us both. I want to hear your cries again, Chloe. I wish to fill you with my seed and make you my own. Slow or fast makes no difference.”

She trembled. The tempo of her hips quickened to match the racing pulse his words inspired, guided by the strong hand on her ass. Saul kept her close, ensuring their bodies remained joined.

“You are mine now, Chloe. No more running away.” He grabbed a fistful of her hair and drew her head back to expose her throat. His nose skimmed her neck, sliding down the slender column and inhaling her scent. Every tickle of his warm breath tensed her belly. “Tell me you wish it. Tell me you accept it.”

“I’m yours, Saul. I was from the start.”

Pain radiated outward from her shoulder beneath his bite, overshadowed by the ecstasy that followed. Chloe lost all control. Her body was aflame; every nerve exploded with heat. She grinded her pelvis to his with anxious need and dug her nails into his muscled back. In this position, her clit received an abundance of stimulation.

Euphoric cries escaped them in unison, her name growled from his lips, and his name cried from hers. He slipped in and out, slapping their bodies together all the while, clapping skin to wet skin as she came and he spurted a messy release. His semen filled her insides with molten warmth that seemed to initiate another series of contractions.

Saul held her. If he hadn’t, she might have collapsed. She was there, and she wasn’t, swept away in a tidal wave of emotions and unrivaled pleasure. Physical bliss rocketed through her core in orgasmic spasms that reduced her to jelly in his arms.

No human man had ever reduced her to such a quivering state of ecstasy.