Immortal Dragons: The First Four: Prequel + Books 1-3 Page 6

  “If you want to come, you will do what I say. Now lie back.”

  With a growl, Nikhil dropped his head back to the pillow, his hands struggling ineffectually at his bindings. He regarded her curiously, in spite of the feverish glint in his eyes. Between her thighs, his thick length pulsed and her need for his magic rushed back and forth like the currents crashing and retreating against the shores of the river. When it retreated she was acutely reminded of the necessity to refill her depleted well, but she couldn’t rush this.

  She reached past his head for the headboard of her bed, watching his face as her breasts moved closer to his mouth. But his eyes didn’t fall on her chest as she expected. Instead, they widened and watched her hands move over his head, then shot back to her face and stared.

  “Goddess, what are you?”

  Chapter Six

  Belah looked at her hands. The tips of her fingers had all transformed into heavy talons, and her hands and forearms were now covered in luminescent blue scales. She let out a soft curse and closed her eyes to gather her last vestiges of control over her body. The heavy weight on her head betrayed the presence of her horns, too. This wasn’t the end of the world, not if she hurried. Still, she cursed herself yet again for letting her hunger linger for so long without being sated by her harem. That’s what they were there for, after all.

  “I am hungry, is what I am,” she said, letting her true voice resonate close to Nikhil’s ear and her tongue flick out to caress the curve of his earlobe. He’d already seen this much, so there was no sense wasting the image that was likely already etched on his mind. She lifted her hips slowly, clenching around his cock as she slid up his length. “And you have what I need to fill me up.”

  She slammed back down hard; the glorious, thick ridge at his tip pressed against her inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure through her. Her pleasure wasn’t what mattered now, though. He was so close already, and she thought she could maintain this half-transformation just long enough.

  Hips rising up his length again, Belah gripped the headboard hard with claws digging into the wood while her breasts still hung over his face. Her nipples were tantalizingly within reach of his mouth and he gave in. He used his bindings to leverage himself, pulling his upper torso off the bed just enough to capture the tip of one full globe in his mouth and suck.

  At the same time, his hips bucked up. His cock filled her and began fucking into her in earnest. The brutal strength of his pumping thrusts would have bruised a human woman, but Belah cried out with pleasure.

  “Yes! Give me what I need! Fuck me like the animal you are! Ah!”

  His body arched and sweated beneath her, mouth biting and sucking at her breasts like a man starved for the kind of nourishment only she could give. Over and over, Nikhil sank his teeth into Belah’s flesh, and each bite and harsh suck of her nipples thrilled her more, her pussy already a flood of wet heat that rivaled the Nile in the rainy season. With slick, loud smacks, he kept going until Belah thought she would turn feral simply from the need to taste his magic again.

  In the middle of it all, his bound hands struggled against the ropes. She sensed the pain seeping into his limbs from the burning cut of the cord into his skin. His Nirvana pushed so close, but the sharp sting delayed it in spite of the even more potent pleasure he gained from the dildo filling his ass.

  Through her haze of pleasure and need, Belah narrowed her eyes. She grabbed both sides of Nikhil’s head in her talons and pressed him back against her pillow.

  “You will do my bidding tonight, and always, beast, if you want your rewards to continue.” She pressed her lips tight against his, lashing her tongue deep into his mouth and consuming the rough groan that he emitted. With her mouth latched onto his, she released a slow breath to numb his pain and enhance his pleasure even more than the first breath she’d given him that night. Then she inhaled, stealing the air back from his lungs and drawing only his pain along with it.

  The searing tightness of his bindings wrapped around her wrists like phantom shackles, and she cried out at the perfection of those rings of pain, a counterpoint to the pleasure of his cock swelling and pulsing inside her.

  The pleasure took control of him wholesale. With a violent twist, Nikhil surged against her. He let out a guttural cry and his head flew back.

  Belah was so absorbed with the combined sensations of his cock and the invisible ropes cutting her wrists that she was unprepared for the deluge of power he released into her, as sharp and hot as the flood of semen that erupted from his cock. She let out a sonorous cry that set the entire room vibrating. Every object that wasn’t fixed to the floor or walls moved incrementally from the shaking roar that came from her own throat.

  When she closed her mouth she saw the abject fear in his eyes and realized she’d shifted even more while fucking him. Her wings were extended and her scaled belly tensed above her pelvis. To him she must appear like some strange hybrid—half human, half dragon. She pulled back, trying to climb off, but clumsy in this state.

  “No,” he called. “Stay. You are beautiful.”

  Her vocal cords betrayed her, but she was too consumed by pleasure to object.

  “This is what you need. My flesh inside you, isn’t it?” Nikhil’s gaze remained fascinated as he pumped up inside her, and she let out a gasp, still unsure about what he was seeing while she hovered over him covered in blue scales, wings outstretched and brushing the ceiling above them.

  The sensations of his cock teasing deep into her didn’t change a bit.

  She cringed, hating her body’s penchant for half-transformation when she was depleted. But he’d seen too much now. She couldn’t take that back. Should she be the dragon, or the goddess? She didn’t know now. She just wanted to be his.

  “Stop!” he commanded, his hands struggling harder against his bonds, his eyes trained hard on her face. “Belah. My love. We are one now. All I am is yours.” His pitch lowered. “And you are mine.”

  He pulled harder, muscles straining so hard at the ropes that the headboard creaked, and he didn’t even seem to care about the broken skin and the blood beginning to trickle down to his elbows.

  She came to her senses a second later and swiftly swiped a talon beneath the ropes that held him tied to her headboard, cutting the bindings off his wrists. Sweet Mother, she wasn’t so cruel that she’d made him bleed, was she? It wasn’t his pain that had encouraged her, but his wildness and his brutal displays of strength when he touched her. Not to mention his complete disregard for his discomfort and the way he’d used it to delay his own climax.

  Now, he simply lowered his hands and brushed his fingertips over her sweat-coated scales so delicately she worried she’d broken him too thoroughly. She remained still, his thick cock still buried inside her, while he gazed in wonder and reverence.

  His nostrils flared and his brows twitched together tightly. A strangled sound came from his throat and his eyes watered. She sensed a warring of emotion inside him. She waited, keeping her secrets visible while he absorbed what she was.

  “You are she. The dragon who guards us?”

  Belah closed her eyes and let out a sigh. There was no going back now. She should mark him, but to have this beautiful, strong-willed man so bound to her would destroy what she loved about him most. She wanted him to know her and love her absent of a mating bond that would tie them for eternity. The bond of the magic they’d shared during their coupling was enough. For an immortal like her to mark him would be to curse him by destroying his will entirely.

  “I am she.”

  He raked his gaze over her and she looked down at her glowing body.

  “I like you better like this, but you are magnificent when you come to us in battle.” His cock swelled inside her again, the pressure hard enough to make her gasp.

  Nikhil sat up, pulling Belah tight against him and kissing her. She regained some control over he
r shape finally, letting her wings fade back into her shoulders, but she left her skin covered in the glowing, sapphire-like scales and her swirling horns atop her head.

  He flipped her and pinned her to the bed.

  “You enjoyed having me be one of your pets for the night, didn’t you? Tying me up and violating me.” He reached behind and slowly extracted the dildo from his ass, setting it aside without a glance. Delicately, he tugged at the leather thong that kept the band tightened around his cock. It loosened and he slipped it off, tossing it aside too. His cock remained gloriously hard and ready.

  “I don’t violate my pets. I only do what I know will please them most. Were you displeased by anything I did?”

  He pushed her legs wider and sat back on his heels, letting his large hands slide up her thighs. His touch was firm, yet gentle, and more curious than deliberate.

  “You are my ‘Iilahatan. You could never displease me. I need to understand what it is you expect of me, however. You bring me to your room, have me bound for your pleasure, and yet you take my pain away when that is what would let me last. I thought you wanted to torture me.” He slipped his fingertips along the wetness coating the tops of her thighs and teased through her folds, sticky and flooded with his spend.

  A more thoughtful expression crossed his face as he regarded her, pushing his fingers into her slick channel. Belah sighed at the tingling pressure and tilted her hips up into his hand. His thumb rested lightly on her clit, stroking slowly.

  “You lie there as docile as a lamb now, letting me touch you. I’ve watched you for the past week and learned what I could from your other advisers. They warned me of my irreverent behavior toward you. They said never to touch you unless you invite a touch, and never talk to you unless asked to speak, never to even look at you unless addressed directly. I have broken all the rules from the start, yet it is I who made it to your bed. Why is that?”

  A rush of delicious sensation flooded up Belah’s body from his touch and she arched her back. She ached to have him fill her again, but he seemed intent on simply teasing her.

  “Why?” he repeated. When she didn’t answer, he said, “You are burdened by so much, aren’t you? It all rests on your shoulders, the onus of being what you are. You wish to have the illusion of letting someone else bear it for you, even if it’s all a fantasy. I bear the wounds of battle for your cause. So you believe I can bear the burden of releasing you from yours in the darkness.”

  Belah closed her eyes, panting from the pleasure he was giving her with just one hand and the sound of his voice. Before she realized it, he’d removed his fingers from her and flipped her onto her belly. Bruising fingertips dug into her hips, yanking them off the bed. His cock slammed into her, finding its mark like the arrow of an expert marksman.

  He pumped into her hard, one thick forearm snaking around her chest and squeezing one breast. His hot breath gusted into her ear.

  “This is what you want, isn’t it? You want to be the beast that gets tamed, to be collared and whipped into submission. To have all control ripped from your hands so you can let go of your burdens.”

  As his voice rumbled rough in her ear, his cock steadily rammed into her. He had one hand braced on the bed beside her, and slid the other up from her breast to grip her around the throat. He squeezed just hard enough to emphasize how much control he believed he had over her. Belah reveled in it, pushing back against his hips with each punishing thrust.

  “Yes,” she whispered, smiling to herself. He understood.

  He pulled back on her neck, forcing her head to twist around. Their cheeks brushed against each other’s, the rough goatee on his chin abrasive to one of the few spots on her body she’d left with human skin. She felt his breath at the corner of her mouth and twisted enough to meet his kiss, letting him devour her.

  Again his aura swelled along with his pleasure, but a wickedness tinged it that hadn’t before. Just when she thought he would give her another delicious dose of his energy, he pulled out of her.

  “Show me the truth,” he said. “I need to see the beast if I am expected to tame her.”

  Belah almost objected, but the command in his voice sent a shiver running down her spine that nearly brought her to orgasm in spite of not being touched.

  She bowed her head, swallowing thickly. To give Nikhil what he asked, she would be breaking the most important law that all dragons were bound by. Nothing good could come of him knowing her secret. Yet he was her most trusted army commander—now her general. He had been willing to die for her.

  The thrill of having him know her completely, to love her in spite of being unmarked, was what decided the issue. He may be Blessed. He may even have a glimmer of a bond after the orgasms they’d shared, but neither of those things would influence his free will the way a dragon mark would.

  Unmarked, he would know her completely and love her in spite of the truth.

  Slowly, she turned to face him. “Not here,” she said. “There isn’t room.”

  She slipped off the bed, padding barefoot over to her private balcony. Silently, he followed. Her spine continued to tingle with the awareness of him following her, both of them naked and walking through the moonlit darkness, down the stone staircase from her balcony to her private courtyard.

  In the center of her garden was a round, stone platform surrounded by lush vegetation and the scent of jasmine. Belah walked up the low, worn steps, into the center of the elaborate mosaic and turned to face him. He continued toward her and her heartbeat sped up with each step he took closer to her. His enormous silhouette blocked out the moonlight when he reached her, his heat radiating into her as potent as the crackling energy of his aura where it tangled with hers. The tip of his erection brushed against her belly, and her eyelids fluttered closed at the pulse that surged between her thighs in response.

  She gasped when his fingertips slid between her thighs, parting her folds again and slipping deep into her.

  “I want to feel you change around me. Will you do that?”

  Silently, she nodded and let her will crumble away under his touch, releasing the powerful magic that held her in her human form. With a shimmering flow akin to mist sweeping through the delta, her body morphed and shifted. The pressure of his touch in her deepest place was a focal point for her shape to grow outward from. First her skin transformed entirely into the blue, velveteen scales, then her body began to grow, her joints and limbs reshaping. Her torso elongated, along with her head. Her wings stretched out wide again, spanning almost the entire width of the clearing once fully extended. Her tail reached just as far behind her.

  She halfway expected him to recoil in disgust or to run in fear, but with each new revelation of her true form, his touch between her legs grew more urgent. That part of her didn’t change as much as the rest. It grew slightly bigger, and even more engorged with pulsing blood, but Nikhil’s deft touch adapted easily, his fingers plunging deeper into her hot wetness.

  With his free hand, he began to stroke himself as his fingers fucked her. His eyes soon glazed and his hand fell away from her. The glowing pulse of his aura quickened and he aimed his cock at her opening, but to her alarm, he wasn’t moving to pierce her flesh with it. He only stood back and stroked himself, leaving her untouched.

  “No!” The loud, insistent cry sounded more like a bellow and he abruptly stopped, staring up at her.

  One eyebrow raised, he said, “No? I’m your master tonight, am I not? And looking on such a magnificent beast as yourself, I am overcome with need to mark you.”

  She let out a hot gust of breath through her nostrils, one that ruffled his hair. “Please. You may mark me all you must, but please do it inside me. At least always touch me when you do it. It is too cruel to my kind to let us starve the way you were about to. It would be like me forcing you to ride into battle and forbidding you from killing any of our enemies.”

  He c
onsidered her words for a moment, then nodded. “Let me see my queen again.”

  She swiftly shifted back to her human form, the abrupt change resulting in a loud “pop” when air rushed in to fill the space where her larger body had been. Nikhil smiled in appreciation of her naked form.

  “On your knees.” The same commanding tone was music to her ears and she fell gracefully to her knees, gazing up at him.

  Her entire body tingled as much as her cunt did, and she ached from the inside out to come, but was even more eager to fulfill whatever desires he had. His cock hovered in front of her mouth and she darted out her tongue to lick at the weeping tip. He angled himself closer and reached to grip the back of her head, fingers threading through her thick hair.

  “You want me inside you? Then take me now, little beast, little goddess. Let’s pretend I am your god tonight and that you worship my cock with that lovely mouth. Suck me until I spill my seed down your hungry throat.”

  Her body thrumming with eager hunger, she opened up and took him in, bit by bit, relaxing her throat as he slid past her lips and deeper. She rested her hands on his hips at first, sucking him in, then pulled back and licked around and around his swollen tip with her dragon tongue before taking him in again. She cupped his balls with one hand, kneading them gently until she heard him moan. His fingers tightened at the back of her neck and his grip urged her into a faster rhythm. Soon she was no longer in control and reveled in the loss of it. With a bruising grip he pushed her head down onto his cock, slamming deep into her throat over and over.

  Tears streamed from her eyes and she could barely breathe, but holding her breath was something she could easily do. She lost herself to his need, no longer able to do anything but hold onto him with both hands while he fucked her mouth, his panting becoming rougher and more erratic. Suddenly he let out a yell and pushed her hard onto him, holding her there with his cock so deep he nearly strangled her with it. A hot, salty flood shot down her throat, his flesh pulsing with each violent ejaculation. The flavor of his spunk was every bit as delicious as the fresh flood of magic that flowed through her as he came.