Diplomat Dana could be patient. This Dana? I’d long learned life was far too precious for that.
Next was down my arms, down my front, with careful attention paid to my breasts. He was never too forceful, the sand almost tickling me and making me slicker between my legs.
My whole body was tingling by the time he hit my hips, then down the front of my thighs, making me shake. “Just touch me,” I begged. I didn’t beg as a rule, but I was pretty sure if he didn’t touch me right that second, I was going to go crazy.
Instead of touching me, he kissed me, hiking my legs up one by one so he could wash my calves and then my feet. Every second he spent on my toes, on the backs of my legs, was another second I was about to crawl out of my skin. When he finally hit my butt, he broke the kiss off and smiled. “Turn around.”
“What if I want to blow you first?” I blurted out. I hadn’t had a chance to get my lips on his rather impressive cock, and I wanted to know what it felt like on my tongue, down my throat.
He blinked at me in that way I was starting to find adorable as hell. Genuinely perplexed, almost like the way a dog tilted their head from side to side. “What?”
“You know, you put your mouth on me, I want to put my mouth on you.” I figured that was easy enough to understand, but from the way he was staring at me, it wasn’t. Well, I could show him. “Sit here.” I urged him up onto the side of the small spa, and he went without complaint. When I fell to my knees, the impact cushioned by the water, I was right where I wanted to be. He watched me skeptically until I took the head of his cock into my mouth.
The moan he gave me told me he was definitely on board. I licked his slit, surprised at how similar his cock tasted to a human’s, although his precum definitely tasted a bit better. I took him further down, bit by bit, until he touched the back of my throat. His breathing was rapid now, and he was leaking copiously on my tongue, a fact I was proud of.
“Too close,” he managed, sliding his hand into my hair and tugging me off.
I figured I had to give him that, so instead of just stopping, I reached up and kissed him and transferred some of his essence to him. His pupils dilated and he growled, something that sent shivers down my spine. Yeah, I liked that, and so did he. Before I could say anything, he turned me around and put my hands on the side of the spa. My nipples were bared to the cool water, my hips pushed back towards him, and his scaled hands tenderly traced my backside before dipping inside me.
He started with one finger inside, and it wasn’t nearly enough. I snarled at him, about to tell him off, when he replaced it with three, and I moaned. It was closer, but it still wasn’t what I actually wanted. “Please,” I begged. “Please, I need your cock.”
I could feel his full-body shudder, then he withdrew his fingers and I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. “I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss the mark on my neck. “Always and forever.” Then he slammed inside me, our bodies so twined together there was no starting or end point, just pleasure from the top of my head to the tip of my toes.
It could have been hours before I came, I didn’t know, and by the time I’d come for the third time, I was barely conscious enough to remember why we’d been there in the first place. But wrapped up in N’Ashtar’s arms, orgasm-lazy and feeling loved and sated, I decided I had other priorities. Love mattered, he mattered. I could figure out the details later.
21
N’Ashtar
My hands clenched into fists and I forced them to not, restless seeping under my scales like it had ever since Dana had gone missing. Even having her tucked against me, her naked body warm and comforting, wasn’t enough to shake the sense of unease. After the bath, we had returned to camp, and nothing more had been said about the banishment my father had threatened me with. While I wasn’t entirely convinced it would not happen, he seemed less inclined, even if he gave Dana a darker look every time he saw her.
When the sound of a [birb] hooting made me twitch again, I gave up and carefully extracted myself from underneath Dana. She needed her sleep, and while I did not wish to leave her side, I knew if I stayed, I would wake her. Kissing her soft lips, I stood and dressed quickly, aware it was still cold outside, but also taking into account that I was going to the Goddess’s hut, where they had fires and smoke burning all day.
I stopped at the doorway and looked at my sleeping mate. She was so small, so fragile, and I wanted nothing more than to stay there with her and ensure she was safe. With one final, lingering glance, I stepped out into the village. It was nearing the middle of the night, the moons high in the sky and looking down on us as if we were their children.
There was faint activity in the background, because most
