in the middle of the room. Three things sat on the three stands: a crown encrusted with gems, a sapphire the size of a baseball, and what appeared to be an egg about the size of an ostrich’s. Socard walked into the room behind her and spread his arms. “This is the heart of my collection. Of my hoard.”
She looked around at the incredible wealth displayed and turned to look at him again. She gasped when she saw him. His eyes glittered with the gems, appearing to glow red, and he cast a strange shadow up the wall behind him. If she looked at it directly it appeared to have wings and horns. She shook her head and said, “Why the egg, mister Socard?”
“Ah,” he said, covering the distance to the display stand in two steps. Had he always been so tall? Had the fingers that caressed the egg always had nails so long and pointed?
“Truly, this is the most valuable thing in the room, my dear. Who can put a price on such a thing?” Socard opened the display case and picked up the egg. He held it to his mouth and breathed on it, and the egg glowed a quiet red. “Someday,” he said, “This will be the next generation.”
He put the egg down and turned to look at her again. His eyes were still green and just as penetrating, but they had changed shape. They had vertical slits for pupils, like a cat. He smiled, his teeth slightly pointed. “Only here, surrounded by my wealth, only here can I be who I truly am. Here…and with certain very special people. People like you, Lily.”
He approached her and she shrank back, but he merely walked by her and stood out in the hall, holding the door for her. His clothes rustled as he passed, sounding like scales rubbing against themselves. When she exited he re-locked the door and turned back to his study. She followed, feeling hypnotized.
Back in his office, Lily picked up the cloth that she’d dropped earlier, wringing it nervously as she stood by his desk. He closed the doors behind them.
“How am I special, mister Socard?”
He grinned at her. “You already know. You possess something that is valued by my people.” His grin revealed sharp teeth again, and his eyes were still vertically slit.
Lily was torn between fear and desire, petrified by balanced urges. The tension built inside of her, manifesting in stiffened nipples and growing wetness. “What…mister Socard, what are you?”
He took slow steps toward her, his voice as hypnotic as the sway of his powerful body. “There are many names. Wyrm. Wise one. Serpent. Even my name, Socard, is simply Dracos in reverse.”
“That’s crazy,” she said, knowing that it was true. His shadow flickered again, appearing as if great wings stirred behind him. Lily was captivated by his eyes, his scent. She wanted him to touch her, knowing that it might lead her to her doom.
He was just a foot away, his presence holding her. His eyes filled her vision. “Unusual, certainly. Do you know who we prefer? Who we ask for?”
Her mind tried to race but it only darted about in a panic. Lily touched on something that he had said earlier and she whispered, “Virgins.”
He inclined his head, his hair momentarily appearing to be a crest of horns instead of soft strands. He took another step and she tried to wrench her eyes away. Her gaze landed on the front of his pants and she gasped at the sight of them tented out by his own arousal. Her desire was rising, the wetness almost to the point of dripping. “Yes,” he said. “And do you know why?”
“Please,” she said. “Please don’t…hurt me.”
He smiled his predator smile. Lionel leaned toward her, his mouth inclined toward her ear. “Lily,” he whispered. His breath was incredibly hot on her neck, “Even my kind have needs.” She gasped suddenly when she felt the flat of his hand between her legs, pushing strongly against the base of her belly. His fingers trailed downward, curling closer to the top of her wet heat, and she moaned slightly.
“Don’t kill me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
He licked her earlobe and she shuddered when fire and lightning rippled down her spine. “I’ll try,” he whispered back.
Before she could react to his words he wrapped both hands around her slim waist and lifted, turning and depositing her on the edge of his desk. It was strongly made and didn’t even shiver at the impact. Lionel pushed her skirt back to reveal the hidden cleft that was putting forth so much heat and moisture. He grinned and she saw the dragon behind his smile. “Do you know why dragons prefer virgins?” he asked. Lily shook her head mutely.
Lionel knelt by the desk, his powerful head level with her knees. “Because they taste the best.” He tugged at her panties and Lilly pushed up on her hands to loosen them. He pulled them down to her knees and then off, and then he put his face up next to her. She moaned when he blew on her, the fire in his breath streaking through her body. She had never been with a man before but that wasn’t to say that she had never pleasured herself with fingers and vibrator in the past. Her previous experiences simply didn’t compare to his tongue and his fingertips. He stroked at the delicate skin of her inner thighs, his touch as hot as his breath. She wondered if he was burning her and decided she didn’t care.
Lily moaned and he chuckled. “Mm. I thought you might like that. You’re so soft and delicate, my dear.”
She caught her breath and said, “Oh, mister Socard. Why…why me?” She lost it again when he stroked at her netherlips, his finger tracing a faint line from top to bottom on each side.
He chuckled. “Lionel will do, Lily. It’s as I told you. You have the best taste. Untouched by another, unsullied by some human’s seed…Lily, come fly with me.” He finally kissed at her, and then his tongue teased at the hood that covered her pearl. She shuddered as he caressed her, his tongue even more skilled than his fingers. He worried at her, opening her bit by bit until she was shivering and moaning. She wanted to seize his hair but settled for running her fingers through it instead.
He went on until she was shuddering and calling his name, and then he slowed his restless tongue. He eventually stood and started to unbuckle his pants. Her shudders faded but she still wanted him. She said, “Yes, Lionel, please…”
He grinned, unhurried in his movements. He pushed he pants down to reveal himself and she gasped. She’d seen pictures but they hadn’t seemed quite so large there. The desire overcame her fear when he stepped closer to her again. She kept her legs spread wide, and she didn’t shy away when he neared her. He felt as hot as glowing steel between her thighs but his eyes were calm and comforting.
Finally he was at her lips again and this time he didn’t slow. He reached around to hold her, both hands full while he pushed into her. Lily’s eyes widened when she stretched to allow him access. She worried that he would tear her open and for a moment when he broke through her internal barrier she was afraid that he had done so, but she was more flexible than she thought she was. There was pain and joy mixed together, and through it all there was the burning heat and desire. He filled her, and then again, and again until he was fully sheathed in her. Lily shifted, trying to adjust to the feel of him inside her, but his size made it difficult.
Then Lionel leaned his head forward and kissed her on the lips for the first time and she forgot all about the discomfort. His lips were as hot as the rest of him, the inner fires searing her. She was surprised when he slid his tongue between her lips, giving him a dazed whimper. Awareness of his shaft inside her returned slowly, but he kept distracting her with his incredibly experienced tongue. He pulled his hips away, and she was so tight that her hips slid toward him along the polished surface of the desk. He pulled free of her and entered again, the friction much more enjoyable this time. She was growing to relish the stretching and the tightness, the way that she could feel every vein and bulge. He continued kissing her, and she threw her arms around his neck.
Her slickness allowed him to pull free and slide in again, plundering the riches that he found inside her. His tongue did the same, and she was hard-pressed to say which gave her greater pleasure. Lionel settled into a slow rhythm designed to drive her higher and higher with each movement. She met him as best she could, his hands pulling them together and his tongue busy on hers.
For long minutes they rocked together until breaths became shorter and movements more urgent. Lily welcomed him now, quite at home with his length and girth, and he lanced as deeply as he could. He touched off sparks of pleasure inside of her, sparks that grew into stars that filled her like the night sky. The stars kept swelling until she feared the sensations they would bring when they exploded, even as she strove for that moment. Lionel’s sliding rhythm became shorter, and then he moaned and pulled her tightly against him. She felt him pumping, filling her with his tribute, and that was what she needed to finish her own journey. She hugged him tightly as her hips bucked against his and she drowned her cries in his chest.
His fire at last darkened and his shaft lost its hardness, pulling out of her. They stood holding one another until their breathing returned to its normal patterns. Lily could feel his worship dripping out of her, and she felt a
