Chapter 45: Roxanne

At last, I enter his rooms. The front area is where we eat. There's a large table on one side. A large doorway opens to a medium-sized room that is dedicated to books. I can't read, so I've never asked to look at one. Reading and schooling never seemed important. Every day of my life held one focus: the death of a dragon.
Slowly, I inch my way to his bedroom. I've only ever taken a quick glance inside. He has a large window with an outer ledge so he may shift. It's not the window I'm looking for, though.
He's propped on his side, his eyes open and appraising. I've seen him naked so many times, but this is different. A thin cover rests over his hips and leaves his chest and one leg bare. He's beautiful and I'm completely inadequate.
I can no longer hold back my tears. They trail down my cheeks. I said I wouldn't cry when he beds me and now it's a lie. I inhale. "I've come to beg, dragon." I take a step forward intending to walk closer then drop to my knees.
He's out of the bed before I can. I'm unsure what's happening when he goes to his knees before me and lifts my hands. He kisses the backs of both then gazes up at me with the most exquisite eyes in existence. The silver sparks ignite within the blue and I'm drawn into the swirls. Desire burns between us. I have no idea what to do now. Why is he on his knees?
His gruff voice answers my unasked question. "I'm begging you to beg, bride."
It's been one week and one day. It matters not. At this moment, I know I love him. Acasia said it would happen and I didn't believe her. The love swells inside as I go to my knees. "I'm begging you to love me." I can't use his horrible word.
He releases one hand and lifts his. He takes hold of a piece of my hair that's covering my breast and moves it over my shoulder. I hear sorrow in his next words. "I cannot love you, my beautiful bride. I will cherish you, care for you, and fuck you, but your loss will be too painful when you leave me. I must protect my heart. I will never love another bride and for that I'm truly sorry."
I close my eyes as more tears escape. His words hurt. I understand, though. How hard it must be to love again and again and suffer that pain. I'm selfish that I want his love. I open my eyes and use my unencumbered hand to wipe my tears. "I will take what you offer, dragon."
He pulls me close-his large arms circle me and spread warmth over my cold flesh. After a moment, he leans back slightly and slides my gown down. It pools at my knees. In one movement he stands and lifts me. I'm cradled in his arms as he strides to the bed and lowers me. His body comes down, his elbows keeping his shoulders back. One hand slides beneath my head as he fists my hair and lifts my lips to his.
"You are so lovely," he says just before his lips press to mine.
He is the beautiful one. His large member rests between us. Tingles start between my thighs and also at my breasts where they barely touch his chest. This tingle is so much better than when I touch myself. I understand the rudiments of sex. I've seen animals mate. I don't understand how he will fit inside me. This dance we do is as old as time. It doesn't make me less apprehensive. His lips help quell my fear. His tongue enters my mouth and my heart nearly explodes from my chest. He leans more fully against my breasts and his hand travels down the side of my body, clear to my knee. He's so much larger than I am and I feel even smaller beneath him. His fingers skim back up and slide beneath my bottom. He kneads one round globe that I've always considered too large. I've caught him staring at my behind so many times that I don't think he agrees with my assessment. His lips leave mine and move over the flesh they know so well. Every day I have at least one new mark. I wear them proudly, not that anyone saw. His manservant never even glances my way.
His hand doesn't stop at the top of my breast this time. He grasps my hair tighter as he leans slightly to the side. He squeezes my breast and I never considered that the force he uses would feel so incredible. Then his lips close on the small bud at the tip of my breast. I arch my back when he applies gentle suction. A sigh escapes my lips. Just the edge of his teeth press into the sensitive skin and I jump. He licks and I want to scream out my need.
I want all of him, everywhere. My palms smooth over his back as they learn each ridge of muscle. He's so big and his muscles so defined they are like the mountain range where I went to hunt-valleys, hills, and peaks. I see his muscles strain when we train, but touch is so much nicer. No, not nicer-incredibly wonderful.
He moves to my other breast. "You smell so good, so perfect, but you taste better," he says as he sucks, nips, and licks.
It's exactly what I think of him. His knee slides between my legs and his hand on my bottom moves. He skims my inner thighs until he finally touches me in the forbidden place. I moan.
"You like that." It's not a question and there is no way I can respond anyway. "Give me your hand," he murmurs.
I lift my hand from his back. He takes it and carries it to his member. I jump slightly at first contact and his growly laughter makes me smile. He's incredibly hard and also silky soft. I'm not expecting the combination.
"Squeeze me," he groans.
I squeeze.
"Move your hand up and down and squeeze along the length of me."
His hand is back between my thighs and I stop squeezing for a moment when his finger twirls around the outer part of me. For some reason I'm wet. I'm not sure what to do. This is bad.
"Don't stop," he groans against my neck as he adds another mark to my throat. I forget about the embarrassing wetness and move my hand up and down his length. His teeth graze my flesh and he finds another place to suck. I don't remember women in our village having the marks like the dragon leaves upon me. My dragon likes to do it, so I don't care. Did he mark all his brides?
His finger glides inside me and all thought stops. I now understand the wetness as he slides one finger then two in and out. It's slightly uncomfortable, but not horribly so. His lips return to my mouth.
"You are ready for me, bride."
Am I? I have no idea. His body covers me and I must release my hold on his member. He grabs himself and poises at the entrance where his fingers were a second before.
"I am sorry, bride, but it is better to do this part quickly."
I have no time to ask what he means. His hips thrust forward and I cry out as he rips me in two. Time stops as pain consumes me. His sword has brought burning fire and the dragon has killed me. It doesn't matter that his member is not made of steel, it has the same effect. I'm pushing against his massive shoulders and he doesn't budge. He remains buried within me. I know I remain alive because the pain doesn't diminish.
"Shh," he whispers against my hair. "You're okay."
How would he know? "I'm not okay, you blue demon. You've split me in two."
His chest moves up and down and I realize he's laughing at me. I try pushing again, which has the same outcome as before. It does nothing.
"Be still and I will make this feel good."
I realize the pain has faded slightly, but it doesn't stop my words. "The only thing that would feel good right now is my sword buried in your chest. No... your ass."
His hand covers my mouth and the merriment in his eyes is clear. His hips come up and his member almost slides out. He moves back inside me slowly. I gasp against his fingers as the pain recedes further. He releases my mouth and places his fingers below my belly. He slowly circles the area and something happens. Something I have no understanding of. My body quickens and a trembling starts at the part of me that sheaths him. I look up and he's gazing at me, his smile still in place.
"Don't be afraid," he whispers.
He must be able to tell by my expression that I'm unsure of the trembling within my body. "Something's happening," I say and he pulls almost completely out and thrusts in harder than before. It hurts, but it's not the same type of pain he administered only moments before. The intensity makes me lift my hips when he enters me again. Both of his hands go to my bottom and he's no longer gentle. His mouth buries against my throat and his teeth bite down just a bit. He groans loudly as he slams inside me. I blink in awe when a blue glow comes from his body. The trembling is now an earthquake between my thighs. The blue glow explodes from his body to mine and then out into the room as my tingling down below erupts.
I don't understand what's happened and I don't care. My body pulses with the light. If I thought Laryn was beautiful before, there is no comparison now. The iridescence shines from within him. The blue so pure, I'm in love with a color. I think of his member in dragon form. I'm no longer laughing.
He lifts up slightly and rests on his forearms. He's watching me and the blue radiance coming from him doesn't fade. With the light falling across my body, I feel beautiful. Everything the light touches is exquisite.
"You are now my bride."
I am and everything within me knows it.