wave took her over.
She smiled and stroked his rib cage as they both fought for breath. "There. You didn't have to lift a finger and I feel much better."
He grinned and stroked her hips with careful hands. "As do I. Are you sure you are well?"
"I am."
"Good."
In a move she couldn't track, he propelled them upward using his wings and once he was on his feet, Orell launched them into the air.
How he managed it while remaining inside her was a mystery, but the result of the rhythm of his flight was a delicious friction that went on forever.
Where are we going? There are visitors at the resort.
We are going to spend a night in our bed. Then a day, then another night.
But…I told the ladies that we had to say goodbye.
The men will explain it to them if they haven't figured it out, tonight is mine and you did promise.
She grinned. I know, there is also the matter of an ass kicking, so brace yourself, it could come at any time.
You remember that?
You would be amazed at the things that I can remember. Whatever she was going to say next was left as her senses burst into a kaleidoscope of colour and touch. Her orgasm was more electric than physical and she held her breath while they approached their castle.
She bit her lip and then his as the sensations started to build again and when he soared through the open window, she sighed happily. It may be an alien world, with an alien man and an alien situation, but she was right at home.
Author's Note
The Sector Guard and Terran Times have begun to bleed together, but in situations like this, why not bring folks from Freak Factor, Past Tense, and Resurrecting Flame along for the ride.
Building a home that the woman has to approve is something borrowed from bowerbirds. I have always found it fascinating that a male sets out to create and decorate a home to attract a mate. How much more metro could you be?
So, my dragons are bowerbirds. They have to meet, seduce and entice a woman who is meant for them. No pressure.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
[email protected]
http://www.violagrace.com
http://www.extasybooks.com
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola's fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
She smiled and stroked his rib cage as they both fought for breath. "There. You didn't have to lift a finger and I feel much better."
He grinned and stroked her hips with careful hands. "As do I. Are you sure you are well?"
"I am."
"Good."
In a move she couldn't track, he propelled them upward using his wings and once he was on his feet, Orell launched them into the air.
How he managed it while remaining inside her was a mystery, but the result of the rhythm of his flight was a delicious friction that went on forever.
Where are we going? There are visitors at the resort.
We are going to spend a night in our bed. Then a day, then another night.
But…I told the ladies that we had to say goodbye.
The men will explain it to them if they haven't figured it out, tonight is mine and you did promise.
She grinned. I know, there is also the matter of an ass kicking, so brace yourself, it could come at any time.
You remember that?
You would be amazed at the things that I can remember. Whatever she was going to say next was left as her senses burst into a kaleidoscope of colour and touch. Her orgasm was more electric than physical and she held her breath while they approached their castle.
She bit her lip and then his as the sensations started to build again and when he soared through the open window, she sighed happily. It may be an alien world, with an alien man and an alien situation, but she was right at home.
Author's Note
The Sector Guard and Terran Times have begun to bleed together, but in situations like this, why not bring folks from Freak Factor, Past Tense, and Resurrecting Flame along for the ride.
Building a home that the woman has to approve is something borrowed from bowerbirds. I have always found it fascinating that a male sets out to create and decorate a home to attract a mate. How much more metro could you be?
So, my dragons are bowerbirds. They have to meet, seduce and entice a woman who is meant for them. No pressure.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
[email protected]
http://www.violagrace.com
http://www.extasybooks.com
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola's fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
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