"The Dragon’s Forsaken Mate" Chapter 47
Odessa
We had only been sleeping a few hours. The suns were still shining through the narrow walls of the cave, giving more of that purple, orange glow. It was setting, not morning, like the pink tint of colors that dawn brings.
My dragon was pushing my chest, forcing me upward. It was an anxious feeling in my stomach. Groaning, I sat up from Creed's massive chest. His muscles were twitching, tightening, then falling with his shaky breaths. Face still feeling the heat of his body, my eyes glanced to his face. His face was so perfect to me, scars and all. I couldn't fathom how anyone else would think any different, but this time when I roam his features, his scars were gone.
Darting up from his body, one hand slapped across my mouth, the other tracing the deep scar that should have been going through his eye down to his throat. The tough skin, marred with red and purple, was now gone. His chest was completely clean, not a speck of once ripped skin.
His lip no longer held the prominent curl on the one side of his face, his entire face was relaxed except for the furrowed brows. The crease between them relaxed and twitched again, shaking his head. His hands reached for me, pulling me closer to his body. My head crashed on the concrete wall, I dare call his chest. "Creed!' I squeaked. His arms stiffened around me, taking large breaths at the top of my head.
"Are you okay?" I pushed away from him so I could check his face. It wasn't a daydream his face was still scar free. "Your face," I whimpered. Hands cradling his scruffy cheeks, his eyes softening while his own hands cupped my face. That I was something to behold. "It's healed. Your scars are gone! How can this?..." Creed gave the brightest smile I had ever seen.
Fangs and all his bright teeth gleamed in the low candle light. "You can smile!" I almost sobbed.
"I can also speak." His voice dove into the depths of my soul, swimming and cradling my beating heart. The love of my life was speaking to me and I don't recall him drinking a magical elixir to give me one night with his voice. "H-how?!" My hands pulled back like he shocked me. Sitting up, he pulled me back to him, pulling me under his neck.
"You completed the bond," his chest rumbled through me, forcing itself between my thighs. I tightened my legs, knowing he could probably smell me. All the creatures here could and I wouldn't doubt he was searching for it. His thingy was already poking at my side while I sat in his lap. Hugging me impossibly closer, I whimpered how tight it was.
"How did I do that? When I bit you? I swear I didn't mean to, this thing," I spoke like my dragon betrayed me, rubbing my chest, "pushed forward and,..."
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"Shh," he whispered in my ear. "That's your dragon, she's supposed to. Following her instincts. You will see she will do it more often as she grows inside you. When mine appeared it was the same, it can be frightening, but what she did was alright." Breathing a sigh of relief, my arms wrapped around him.
"You can talk now forever? It won't go away and not just for a few hours?" His deep chuckle had me squeezing my thighs again. Heckers, this was totally embarrassing. The deepness of his voice, the vibrations I felt through my cheek were enough to get me wet enough for him to slip it right on in.
Bad Odessa.
"Yes, forever." His forehead turned, touching mine. "I didn't know this would happen. My voice is only for you. You listened when I could not speak, believed in my dragon when all that feared it and most of all, you loved when I could not return the words. My voice is for you alone, my sweet fawn."
The combination of my shaky breath had me grip the braids of his hair. This man needed to put a shirt on because his sweet words were only going to lead to something else.
Creed's nose flared, feeling the heavy heave of his chest rising. "Odessa," his voice reverberated. Oh dear.
The thick, calloused hands wrapped around my waist, having me straddle his nakedness. I was equally so. The heat of his member resting on my thigh, he pulled the sheets away from my chest. Why I had become so shy just because he could speak, I wasn't sure. Maybe it was because he could express his opinion now. The night we first made love, I felt the same. Arms crossing my chest, his eyes stayed on me, pulling my arms down.
"Don't hide, my sweet fawn." Creed leaned forward, pecking at my lips gently. Automatically I go to squeeze my thighs again, but it only squeezed the outside of his. No friction, no hiding. I was bared for it all. Creed
Odessa's scent had filtrated throughout the cave. My dragon was not aloof, he was not sated and my rut was coming back at full force. Her bite held me away from her long enough for my change and our bond to solidify. Now that it was complete, my dragon wanted more of her.
My fawn had always been shy. We both have, both entering this bond with no knowledge. This time, with my voice, I felt more confident. I could ask her what she likes, what she wants to make her time with me more pleasurable. That in its self gave me more power than any muscle or magic could ever do.
Both of my hands felt up the sides of her outer thighs, enjoying the passionate fire on my fingertips. My claws gently scraped the skin while tiny bumps rolled down her arms and across her teats. "Creed," she whispered. If that was the only word she could give me while we loved each other's bodies, I would be a happy dragon.
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Her teats pearled, my one thumb thrumming it back and forth as it hardened. "Do you like it?" I let out a breath. "When I touch your teats?" Odessa's eyes widened.
"M-my what?" Her heart quickened.
"Your teats," I said again. She wasn't squeezing her thighs along mine. They had become relaxed. What had I done to cause this negative reaction? Does she not call them that? I had never heard her say the word, but that was the only one I had ever called a female's upper body.
"Oh," she covered them again. I automatically pulled them away.
"D-do you not call them this?" My hand cupped one, barely able to fill my hand. Her body sighed again, hands now resting on my chest.
"Um, I've just never heard them called that." Her eyes looked everywhere but my own. Pulling her closer, her flower next to my shaft, she gasped.
"What do you call them?" My lips kissed her neck, trying to relax her, but it was I that needed her touch. She must not like what I have called them and was repulsed by me. My shoulders slumped. So much for feeling powerful with her body. "Oh, um, there are several things you could name them." Arms wrapping around my neck, she calmed more at our touch. "Some call them breasts." Odessa's face heated, now burying her head in her hands. Pulling her hands away, I kissed her lips.
"Just tell me what you want me to call them." her eyes softened.
"I do like what you called them," she blushed. "I just wasn't expecting it." My dragon sighed, relieved she was alright and not repulsed. "Some people call them breasts, boobs and this part here," she pointed to the hardened pebble. "Tits or nipples," she spat. "I still like your way better. Words coming from your mouth just sound better," she smiled shyly.
My nose ran up the side of her cheek, grasping her teats again. "Then do you like it when I touch them?" Her thighs instantly clenched around me. I chuckled, kneading them with my hands. "Y-yes," her fingers dug into my shoulders.
"And when I lick them?" Pushing her down into the clothing of the nest, my tongue grazed her nipple. She shuttered, throwing her fingers through my braids. "Y-yes." Her ambrosia was leaking between her thighs. My dragon growled at the reaction she was having. It wasn't just my body that could turn her into my begging mate, but my voice as well.
What a wonderful instrument a voice could be.
"And when I suck?" Mouth descending, curling my tongue around her teats, my eyes looked up to her, her head thrown back, moving her hips along my chest, her wetness coating my body. My dragon vibrated. She moaned, arching her back. "Yes, yes," she muttered. My teeth grazed one nipple, biting it slightly. "Oh yes, that too," she whined. "Oh please more," her dragon purred to mine, my shaft pushed into her leg, feeling her warmth.
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Biting it slightly, then blowing a cool breeze, I watched her skin change in front of me. Her white scales protruded around her 'breast' and fell back into her body.
"Creed," she whined again.
"And what,..." I kissed down her stomach, my tongue dipping into her navel now traveling to her hips. Nipping at them, causing a drop of blood to pool on her skin, she pushed her hips towards my face. Chuckling, she groaned out. "You enjoy watching me squirm, don't you?"
I did. I enjoyed how she reacted, the way her body shook under me, how her dragon purred, and especially how she craved me.
"And what of this?" My hand cupped her flower, it cried silently as my palm rubbed her bud. Her thighs clamped around my hand. "What do you call this?" Her throat gulped loudly, her body no longer moving.
I heard Amora say I needed 'pussy,' but wasn't sure what at the time. Now that my shaft was begging to be sheathed in the warmth of her body, I had an idea what it was. Odessa tried to sit up. My hand cradled her teat, pushing her back down. Crawling back above her body, my lips kissed her jaw. "What do others call this?" My palm rubbed her bud again. Her silent whimpers had me roll my hips into her thigh.
"Um," she barely spoke. "Um, they call it,..." I took my hand away, begging for her to say it. "Wait," her whisper broke into her normal voice. "Some call it," her face reddened. I love this shade on her.
"Amora calls it a 'pussy,"" she bit her lip. "But there are other parts, specific parts you can name too." Her head rolled back as I palmed it again, rubbing the bud. "What have you called it?" her hips pushed harder into my hand. "Your flower," I growled. "These are the petals." I put my face to her, 'pussy,' sucking her petals.
"Lips," she whispered. Ah, her lower body's lips. Storing that information away for later, I spread her petals to touch the bud.
"Clit," she whined. My tongue grazed her 'clit,' finally sucking. Her hand grabbed her own teat, pulling it tightly. I grabbed the other, sucking her bud until more dew fell from her body.
"Cum," she whispered, her head thrashing, pushing her hips closer to my mouth. Her thighs clenched around me, squeezing the beads of my hair into my cheeks, my tongue seeping deep into her cave. "Core," she yelled out loud, using my dragon's tongue to curl into her, 'core,' tickling a rough spot that had her screaming.
She danced on my lips while I drank the dew from her flower. Her breaths heavy, falling away from her desire. I licked my lips clean, her heavy eyes watching my every move. My shaft throbbed, dripping my fluid all over her body. Leaving my dragon's scent on her body.
"You," she breathed again. My thick finger trailed across her petals and onto her bud. "Your flower's bud," I whispered into her mouth. Tracing her bud down to her 'core,' I stuck my finger inside. "Your cavern." Odessa's breath hitched. I lined my shaft to her cavern, grazing her bud with the tip.
"My shaft," I growled out, feeling the cum drip on top of her flower. "My beast," I pushed forward. Odessa's back arched, feeling my beast sink inside her body. Legs wrapping around my body, I pushed downward onto her. Her teats bounced. My hands sunk into her backside, using it as leverage.
I pushed into her harder than I had done before, my undercarriage slapping her thighs. She screamed, my lips crushing into hers, silencing her. Odessa's arms wrapped around me. I needed more. I wanted to crush her body with mine. The softness of the bed was too sweet. I wanted her on the soil, on the rock in which the whole dragon animal laid there eggs, because I was the dragon wanting to be inside their mate.
Pulling her from the fibers of the nest, I stood up, not taking my beast from her body. Her head hung to the side, hair draping across my back. Pushing her against the coolness of the flattened walls of the cave, I drilled my shaft into her body. The sweet sounds of our scents mixing echoed through the cave.
My shaft was squeezed tightly in her cavern, screaming incoherent words into my ear. "Oh god!" her back arched, giving me an angle I had never reached. Pushing my shaft into her womb, I spread my seed. My dragon wanted to put a fledgling in her now, my cock already filling with more seed as her body continued to suck me dry.
"Can I try?" her hazy eyes met mine. I grinned, pulling her lip with my teeth.
"What do you want, my mate?" I nipped her lip again, kissing down her neck, licking her mark.
"I want to be on top," she blushed. She tried earlier, but my dragon begged to release our seed too fast. After just spilling my seed, she could experiment before my dragon took over again. Heading towards the bed, she shook her head. "Chair," she ordered, pointed to the decorative one by a table. Not understanding what she wanted, she lowered herself, my shaft falling from her body. I groaned, grabbing it, rubbing it slightly with my hand.
Odessa pulled me over and sat me in the chair. Her naked body pranced in front of me, growling. I tried to grab her hand to pull her to me, but she giggled. My dragon grew angry, almost having me get out of my chair, but she backed her now plump rear sitting close to my shaft. She grabbed it; her easing herself onto it. Head rolling back, my claws punctured into her hips. "Ahh!" she screamed excitedly. Using her feet planted to the floor, she pushed her cavern up and down my shaft. Watching her thick meat jump up and down had me meeting her thrusts.
The thickness of her backside had me gripping each side tightly. As she bounced, each ripple in her skin had my dragon panting loudly.
"Odessa!" I growled out. The new view was glorious. My hands continued to keep her steady. Her back arched again, screaming, while her hair swayed in the gentle breeze of the cave.
"Yes!" she cried again. Her body slowed as she rode out her lust. I pushed her knees to the floor, pushing the chair away harshly. The slow jumps of her body were too slow for me. I needed to spill and quickly. Pushing forward, I sunk into her from behind.
"This is fucking," she whimpered. I panted heavily. I liked that word. It sounded like animals. My dragon liked it too, his vibrations becoming louder.
"Do you enjoy fucking, my mate?" my dragon spoke for me. "Do you like to be fucked from behind?"
"Yes!" she yelled. My dragon puffed out my chest, pouring ropes of seed into her again.
"I'll fuck you more then," I whispered. My dragon continued to empty our seed into her perfectly puffy pink flower. Her petals dampened with dew, as I sighed contentedly leaning my head on her naked back.
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