The Princess' Dragon Lord (6 page)

Now she really was burning up as the folds of
her cunt swelled. Her clit throbbed, and she wanted him to touch
her, to put his hands down there, but she was too damned scared do
ask for it.

“What—”

“Forgive me
sakkra
, but I must. I
cannot be gentle,” he pressed his mouth to hers, hard and giving
her no room to argue. His muscled arm wrapped around her small
shoulders, pressing her closer to him, practically pulling her onto
his lap.

Diana didn't fight him. She curled her arms
around his neck, completely taken in by the feel of his skin.

Azoth's cock was hard. She could feel it
jutting against her hip, large and throbbing.

She wasn’t resisting, she should be
resisting, but she wasn't, and that felt all right. Something was
happening here that she didn’t understand, and yeah, maybe she was
allowing herself to believe his story might be true, but that
didn’t mean Diana was the woman he was looking for. More likely she
was a look-a-like, but then, why was she having that other Diana’s
memories?

Azoth’s hand cupped her breast, her small
size C, and he massaged it and pinched down on the nipple as though
it were more than what he needed.

Diana moaned and jerked in his hold, the
nearly painful sensation of that pinch shooting down to her clit
and almost making her lose her damned mind. She pressed her chest
into his hand, wanting more of that as she moaned. He even pulled
away from her enough to look down at his work through the water.
Then he looked back at her, his eyes wild and lustful, like an
animal in heat.

"I want you," he said.

No one had ever looked at her like that, or
spoke to her like she was so damned gorgeous it was painful. All
they’d ever seen was her scar.

Her body and mind decided right there that it
was okay to do this. She could get lost in Azoth’s arms, she could
have sex again and enjoy the feeling of someone else thinking she
was pretty. She was an adult and so was he, she could take this and
no one would say anything about it. It would be her decision.

“You’re beautiful,
miva sakkra
,” Azoth
said, before he put his lips to her collarbone. As he kissed her,
his hand moved to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment as
the previous one. He didn't just play with her nipples either. His
fingers circled her areola, and that felt pretty damned good, too.
Even she had never been so thorough with herself.

“Can you read my mind?”

He laughed and pulled away. “You were
thinking you were beautiful as well? How vain you are, my little
pixie.”

She blushed. “I know I’m not, I meant—”

“You
are
beautiful,
sakkra
. Let
no one tell you otherwise.”

Her fingers clenched his shoulders. “You keep
saying that word. What does it mean?”

“
Sakkra
?”

She nodded.

“Love.”

Love. He was calling her his love. “I hope
for your sake I am who you think I am.” she said.

“You are,” His large hand cupped the back of
her head, and his thumb stroked her cheek. “I believe, that
somewhere beneath that spell, you believe it as well, otherwise we
would not be in this position.”

He was right. The realization startled her,
but he was most definitely right.

He kissed her again, and she welcomed the
familiar feel of his warm mouth on hers. His lips were soft and
welcoming, his tongue touching and then probing, sliding between
her lips and gliding against her tongue.

He tasted like something sweet and familiar,
like a fruit she hadn't eaten in so long and needed to have now
that she was reminded of how good it was. Diana pressed her mouth
back against his, thrusting her tongue forward, searching for more
of that sweetness that he had.

Azoth chuckled and held her tighter, but he
didn't let her dominate him.

He was right, he had to be. Otherwise she
wouldn’t be feeling the things she was right now, this wouldn’t be
so natural to her, so
perfect
.

Her legs spread easily with his guiding hand,
and he slipped within them. She felt his hard cock at the folds of
her sex, and then he was entering her in one smooth motion.

Diana tensed for the intrusion, expecting a
certain amount of pain. She was no virgin, but she didn't exactly
get around much either, and he was big man. A very big man.

There was no pain. All she felt were the
pleasurable sensations of a cock inside her, stretching her and
touching every part of her inner walls. Then there was the
sensation of being incredibly full.

Incredibly full and incredibly good, that was
how she felt. Her inner walls clamped down on him, pulsing around
him, and pleasure was already building within her, something she'd
needed so much without even realizing it. Not just the pleasure
either. She'd needed him.

Diana breathed a sigh and locked her ankles
around his ass. He lifted her from her seat within the water, just
enough so that he could stand with her, holding her back against
the edge of the pool with both of their middles still submerged.
Then he began to move.

Diana gasped, and she arched against him, her
head falling back as she groaned helplessly.

This was so much better than she'd even hoped
for, and Diana canted her hips back against his, meeting him and
creating a rhythm that would bring her closer to the edge that much
faster.

Usually during sex, Diana rarely felt more
than a little sizzle as she tried to keep up with her partner, but
now, with Azoth’s pulsing shaft inside her swollen sex, pumping
back and forth, back and forth, touching everything, everywhere,
places no one else had ever reached, it was absolute
breathless-bliss.

It was their first time all over again, only
now she was more aware of it. This time she wouldn’t forget.

Diana clawed her fingernails into Azoth’s
back, vaguely registering the many jagged indents under her fingers
as he moved on top of her. It was like strips of his skin had been
torn away,

Scars
, she thought. Many deep, ugly,
and violent scars. She wondered how he came to have them. The
dragon, perhaps?

She stopped thinking about that as the
mounting pleasure of his quickly escalating motions moved through
her thighs and stomach, up to her chest and throat. She tried to
keep it in. Her heart pumped and her breathing was heavy enough,
but she couldn’t do it, wouldn’t even think of it—

Azoth’s mouth was on her lips again, but just
as she brought her tongue forth to taste, he pulled back.

“Make noise for me,
sakkra
. I want to
see you moaning as I fuck you.”

She did. It was reluctant sound, brought on
by his warm, breathy words in her ear. He grunted and moaned, so
she did as well.

He returned each noise she made with one of
his own. He slowed his hips, but still moving in sharp and deep
thrusts, then in a circular motion.

Diana opened her mouth, but still only heavy
breathing emerged. She spoke some words but she didn’t know what
they were. Her brain wasn't functioning now that her body had
become drunk on the pleasure.

And
oh!
It was so damned good.

Azoth put his hands down to grip the edge of
their little pool, and he grunted loudly, his throat working and
eyes squeezing shut as he moaned for her.

It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever
seen. Maybe that was why he wanted her to make noise.

She’d already decided to stop holding back
when he swiveled his hips around, and Diana’s eyes flew wide as she
release high pitched keening sounds. “Oh my God!” She covered her
mouth to keep from saying more, but Azoth pulled her hand away.

“You are mine,” he said.

Fine by her. “Fuck me faster.” she said, and
that had been somewhere between a command and a beg.

He all too readily complied, and his cock
thrusting impossibly fast was too much. Her orgasm exploded inside
her and vented out her throat in a loud scream that she tried to
muffle by biting down on Azoth’s shoulder. Her sex squeezed his
cock again and again, and that seemed to be the driving force that
brought him over the edge with her.

Azoth continued to move inside her only a few
more thrusts before he groaned and tensed as he came inside her in
twitchy spurts. He held onto her so tightly that she almost had
trouble breathing, but it was warm and perfect, and she'd never
felt more loved and cared for in her life.

Diana just wanted to let her body fall
completely over top of his and never move. She was a rag doll, her
bones were made of string, and it looked as if she would be staying
that was for a good long while.

The only thing that ruined their coming
together, that ruined Diana’s buzz was a single nagging
thought.

If she really was the fae princess, who was
it who made the trees chase her down in the park? Why was Nyx
screaming at her inside her head to run? Who was trying to kill
her?

Chapter Six

Another vision came over her and encased her
mind, allowing her to see nothing else but the images from more
than a thousand years ago.

Her and Azoth alone this time, instead of her
and Nyx.

Although the images she was seeing were from
a thousand years ago, Azoth had not physically aged a day thanks to
the healing spring in his prison. Despite this, somehow, the person
she was looking at appeared younger to her eyes. His hair had been
shorter, tied back with a strip of leather and barely touching down
the back of his neck in this vision, and his eyes contained the
annoyed expression of a youth being punished by his parents. All
the vision Azoth had to do was cross his arms and slouch a little
to complete the picture.

Diana looked at him and didn’t know what it
was that could’ve ever drawn her to him. Back then, at any rate. He
just wasn’t giving off the impression of someone who could ever
fall in love, let alone maturely take on a wife.

Diana watched as her former self, with forced
cheer, prepared a—canvas?

She couldn’t believe it. Yes, it was a
canvas. Certainly not made of the exact same materials Diana used
now, but there was no mistaking what the that heavy bit of cloth,
nailed to a square panel was.

The sight excited her. The fact that she had
painted back then too, and that she was looking at herself mixing
colors and preparing an ink pot, was something calming and familiar
that she could cling to. Perhaps this one extra little thing would
help to unlock her memories.

If before she still required proof of Azoth's
claim, she didn’t need it now. These were her memories.

“Hold the brush like this, my lord.” Diana,
the fae Diana, said. She moved to stand behind her betrothed, and
wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close until their hands
touched, and she shaped his fingers in the proper way to hold his
new tool.

Azoth held it with distaste, like he’d never
even drawn a picture for his parents before, let alone paint.

“There are more productive ways to spend
one’s time than this.”

“But you will find this one the most
rewarding and relaxing.” Diana’s memory version said.

The real Diana couldn’t have agreed more.

“You risk ruining perfectly good garments
with such an activity. If I were to do so, I would rather have a
game of dragon’s egg with my men.”

As the princess looked to be wearing a gown
much plainer than the one from the day Nyx proposed, Diana doubted
that was a real issue. “This is for exercise of the mind and soul,
not the body, my lord.”

“You merely wish to paint those flowers
growing on your window.” Azoth pointed at their subjects. “Why copy
their image to look at when you can look at the real thing?”

Diana frowned as she watched the exchange.
Azoth seemed dead set on causing trouble and being nitpicky. Even
so, she had a view of Azoth’s face that the princess did not have,
being that she was standing behind her fiancé.

Azoth was blushing as Diana held him.

He liked her, she realized, suddenly
recalling that neither of them had a choice in this marriage.
Regardless, Azoth was already crushing on his soon to be wife but
was trying to hide it, very poorly, under the farce of grumpiness.
It was grade school cute.

But the princess could not see his facial
expression, and so she sighed, the way Diana did when she was
struggling for patience. “I will not always be able to look at the
real thing, my lord,” she explained. “The flowers will wilt and
die.”

Diana took her eyes away from the vision of
her former self and Azoth, to look around. She noted all the
paintings of trees, castles, waterfalls, and people as well. They
weren’t hanging, but were on the floor, leaning against the stone
walls and chests. They were being packed away.

Maybe it was partly because her memory was
coming back to her, but Diana knew, she
knew
, without a
shadow of a doubt, that those paintings were portraits of the
various landscapes of her former home.

The princess was painting as much as she
could because she was afraid she would never see her home again.
Guess that was the way it was back then. The bride went off to live
with her new husband.

Even though it was ridiculous, Diana felt
sorry for her other self, who was trying so hard to at least make
friends with her betrothed, and was having her efforts met with
such badly executed scorn.

Azoth made a grunting sort of sound.

Fae Diana sighed again. “You have been
introduced to my family. My mother, siblings, and uncle. Do you
like them?”

She was trying so hard.

“Well enough, I suppose.”

They continued their mostly one sided
conversation, and Diana watched them as the minutes ticked by,
seeing the little signs of Azoth's embarrassment that her previous
self didn't pick up on, and laughing as her former self even dabbed
a splotch of red paint on his face in an attempt to make him
smile.