Chapter 46: Laryn

My color suits her. I've had brides with brown, blonde, and red hair along with different tones of skin. I remember none of them lighting up as she does at the moment of my release. I'm so proud of her. It's always painful the first time. I'm huge and virginity is a barrier best dealt with quickly. I've had brides wail for hours. My new bride fought back. She will always fight back.
When she stood before me after entering the room, I couldn't watch her tears and not react. I hate bride tears, but hers are different. She cried only because she conceded defeat. Those tears affected me as no others.
Now we are resting in the afterglow of my orgasm. I think this may be the best first fucking I've ever experienced. She will be a great bride in and out of bed. She keeps me on my toes, and there are so many things about fucking that I will teach her.
Her breathing changes and I know she sleeps. I don't give myself the luxury of staring at her unclothed beauty. This is one of the rules I set for myself. I must harden my heart against love. When they are in my bed and I watch them sleep, it's impossible not to feel the crack in my heart that signals love. This bride will always sleep in her own bed. When we are in my rooms, we will not be sleeping.
As I lift her to take her back to her tower room, there is enough remaining glow from my body that I can see her blood on the sheets. After laying her in her own bed, I don't bother locking her door. She may come to my room anytime she chooses or I will come and get her. I go back to my bed and lie upon the blood she freely gave up. I smell her within my sheets and it will be enough to get me through the night.
The sun is up when a noise wakes me. She stands at the foot of the bed dressed in her clothing from dinner last night. My bride does not appear happy. She holds her halberd improperly, but I have no doubt she can still do damage with it.
"Why did you return me to my room, dragon?"
So that's her morning tantrum. I'm used to one sort or another from all my brides. They just don't usually hold a weapon when they have them.
The steel of the halberd reflects a ray of sun shining into the room and my eyes are glued to it. "Are you planning to use that or is it just for effect?"
She strikes so fast I have no time to move. She steps back a foot and the halberd comes down as she buries it into the mattress inches from my foot. She shrugs. "I have no idea how to use it, so I think it's simply for effect." Her tone is soft and deadly.
I should be angry. A few inches and my foot would have been separated from my leg. My cock grows and it pains me that she is so far away. I like this kind of tantrum. I'm suddenly up from my bed and have her wrapped in my arms. Well... my arms are wrapped around hers keeping them from further fight. She kicks my shin at the same time her little teeth sink deep into my shoulder.
"Ouch, dammit." My angry warrior is not without weapons and she's drawn blood.
"Release me, you rotten dragon dropping."
I grab her hair to keep her teeth from gnawing on my shoulder again. Her eyes are spitting mad. The gold flakes are brighter than any gold chalice I possess. She didn't tie her hair back, which I'm grateful for. I slam my lips on hers then immediately pull back before her teeth bite me. I bring my mouth down gently this time and place small kisses on her lips before moving down to her throat. Her breath catches and her body goes lax.
"I will not sleep with you at night, bride." I place another kiss at the soft skin at the top of her breast. "You may visit me anytime you choose." Another kiss lower at the very edge of the leather. "I will always welcome you to my bed to fuck." Her body goes hard. I expect it. She hates the word and I'd hoped the night before changed her mind. "I will always give you pleasure and hold you afterward while you are awake." I lift my head and gaze into her eyes. "I cannot watch you sleep because if I do, I shall love you."
Her eyes immediately soften and for some reason it bothers me that she doesn't want my love. If this is true, then she doesn't love me. Why do I want it all even knowing the great pain ahead if I allow it?
No. This time and all the brides ahead will live by my new rules. Dragons don't love.
I ease up on her hair and it's her mouth that slams against mine. My bride remembers all her lessons so well. She smells of our sex from the night before and she tastes better than any sweet wine. I could drink from her body for hours and stay nourished. I carry her down to the bed, her head resting beside the halberd. It's sexy as fuck. I pull her lower leathers off and go to my knees on the floor and pull her legs over my shoulders. She watches me with an unsure expression. Only until my mouth descends. Her eyes close and her lips form the most perfect pucker.
She's so sweet and delicious as I lick the folds of skin that surround her treasure. I take her small, stiff bud between my lips to pull and suck. Her cries fill the room. My cock is thick and pulsing, but it can wait. My bride needs this attention. She needs to understand that I control her body and also what I can do to it if she withholds her female tantrums. Her greatest punishment will be the denial of orgasm. I will teach her this. Today is about teaching her pleasure. You cannot withhold something that has no value for it means nothing. So I let her body find release and plan to do it many times. Until she's addicted.
Her hips buck as I thrust two fingers in deep. She comes undone and I continue fucking her with my mouth as her pleasure consumes her. Before she can gain her equilibrium, I pull her up the bed and bury my cock deep. I unbuckle her breast cover while leaving on her boots and arm guards. I want a warrior in my bed and she's perfect.
Her palms smooth across my back. When I thrust in, her nails do the same. My leg slides against the sharp halberd that remains in the mattress. I feel it slice into me. I don't mind, I just don't wish her hurt by it. I lift up and she groans her objection. I reach for the weapon, dislodge it, and toss it across the room.
I again bury myself deep within her warmth and we return to our mating dance. She pulls my hair until I attend to her lips. I bite and suckle my way down her throat when I need more than her lips. Her hips arch to meet mine as my dragon's magic builds. My balls tighten, my cock grows even larger, and with one final thrust, the magic explodes. The light consumes us and I cannot stop my shout of fulfillment.
I can go to Earth's realm and fuck as many females as I want, but this never happens. Only with a bride can I share this special gift. The light puts us on a different plain. The energy ripples against our skin and within our bodies. This is what I miss most in the years after my bride passes. It's not the actual fucking but the after effect of the magic. There is nothing more beautiful than a bride bathed in my blue light. And this bride is the most beautiful of them all.