Chapter 43: Laryn
For some reason her attempt to kill me makes me proud. Not that I will tell her that. She has yet to beg and I really need that cold water. "I'll teach you to swim. It's much like leaping from the tower. If you trust me you will learn."
She hesitates for only a few seconds. "Then let's go swimming."
"Hold on." I'm excited to teach her something new and I add a burst of speed.
When we fly over the water, she does the exact opposite of holding on. She moves around until her small feet dig into my scales. She stands upon my back completely fearless.
I love her. No. I do not. I barely like her. We haven't even fucked.
"We're going in." I don't give her time to respond. I lift my nose and buck my body. She flies over my head and I shift to human mid-dive. I hear her splash before I hit the water. It takes me a moment to spot her. Panic shows in her eyes, but she isn't struggling. I gather her in my arms, kick my feet, and push us upward.
She coughs between smiles as she draws air into her lungs. "I guess my first lesson will be not to suck in a breath after I go under," she says as soon as she can speak.
The water does nothing to relieve my aching cock. She's never looked more beautiful. "Here's another lesson." I tip my head down. "Breathe through your nose," I say huskily. I've never actually kissed her mouth. I've been saving myself from this particular torture. It's time.
Salty, cold sweetness fills my senses as I take her lips in a deep kiss. I wrap her ponytail around my wrist and hold her head still. Not that she's going anywhere. Her lips melt against mine and I increase the pressure. She opens her succulent lips and my tongue slides in. My tongue swirls and glides along her teeth and her tongue. Her taste rolls over me and my cock becomes a pole of pure iron. It would be so easy to take her here-slide that small bit of cloth aside and pierce my bride for the first time.
No. She must beg first. I will win our challenge because I am dragon and far more stubborn than any human female. I withdraw my lips and she slowly opens her eyes. I read desire in their depths. She wants me. A few simple words and she can have me.
Her eyes come back into focus. "Will you teach me to swim now?"
Not anywhere near the words I want to hear. It makes me quite disgruntled.
I teach her to swim with a complete lack of enthusiasm. She doesn't seem to notice. Her lips are quivering and her teeth are clacking when I halt the lesson. "Put your arms around my neck and circle your legs about my hips." I turn so my back faces her in the water. "If you fall when I shift, I will grab you with my talons."
"Oooo kkkk ay."
I shift and using my wings, I push from the water and shoot up to the sky. Somehow she remains on my back. Some of my irritation dissipates. She is such a warrior. I don't fly far. She is freezing. She wisely leans in low and absorbs some of my body heat, but I can still feel her shivering.
I head to a small cove. There's a large log at the edge of the water. I breathe fire and it blazes. With another breath of fire, it rolls farther into the cove and continues burning. I land on the beach and I'm surprised when she doesn't immediately jump down.
"Iiiim tttttooo cooold."
"Allow your body to relax and don't fight this." I rear back and immediately lift my tail and buck as I lower my head. My bride flies up, I shift to human and catch her.
I get a small giggle for this extraordinary feat.
"You're freezing." I carry her to the fire and set her on her feet. I begin unbuckling her arm guards. Next, I kneel and remove her boots. She remains silent until I unclasp the front hook of her lower garment.
"No, please," her concern stops her from stuttering.
"Yes," I say in my firmest voice. "You have nothing to hide from me and I will not allow you to take a chill. I'll wait until you beg before fucking you, but I will not be stopped from seeing your body. Close your eyes."
Against her exacting nature and without argument, her eyes slam shut. I continue removing the cloth. Every inch of her is exquisite, made for me and pleasing to my every fantasy. Her breasts full, waist small, hips wide, and skin so incredibly soft I want to mark her everywhere. When I finish removing her top and lower garments, I run my hands briskly over her flesh to warm her. Her eyes remain shut tight, which scrunches her face just a bit and purses her very kissable lips. Finally, I pull her close against me. Her back is to the fire, so my body warms her front. It's the best I can do. And the best is killing me. My cock is between us. It aches to find its home. Her shivering lessens as I untie the band holding her hair and thread it out behind her so the fire heats it. I can see over her back and the round globes of her ass are almost my undoing.
"My fighting clothes are ruined," she says against my chest.
"I will have twenty made in their exact image within the month. This one is my favorite." It's also been driving me wild all day.
Her cheek wiggles a bit against my chest. "Don't think I didn't notice that each one delivered is more revealing than the last."
I smile above her head. "You have no need to worry that the trend will continue. If there is any less material, you will be naked."
She giggles now and I like it. Her voice drops when she says, "Dragon?"
"Yes?"
"I don't wish to beg."
