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made no further move to guide her, just breathing heavily, that special
air that was between them. By herself, she touched his cheek with one hand, and
lowered herself further so they might kiss. With the other hand, just before
their lips had met, she took hold of his cock, and squeezed its girth back and
forth. She felt the pleasure shoot through him, all the way up to his lips, and
then their lips together, at first soft and delicate – she pressed on further
to caress his tongue in her mouth. Even before she had properly climbed on top
of him, did she feel safe. Warm and complete. The sex that would soon follow
was beautiful to her, in that she felt pure with Zane, and deeply connected.
But the sex in itself was rather just something in the background to the
euphoria that had begun bouncing around Stacey’s head at some point. That one
of a kind euphoria, so rare and fleeting, that just having it would make you
remember that day. It was enough for Stacey to forget all the troubles that had
come before…
But they
didn’t need to be in love. Not right now. With the coolness of the air between
them, and the sound of crickets hovering a million miles away, her body merged
with his as she proceeded to ride her dragon again – that is the naked kind of
riding.
The thought
made Stacey giggle.
“What?” Zane
asked, sounding amused. He spread his palms out to cup both her breasts in
full.
“Nothing,”
she muttered. “Just … riding my dragon.”
Zane laughed.
“Cute.”
He then
flipped her on her side and her body went into the floorboards. He took of her
upper body as their pelvises interlocked and moved together in sync. Stacey let
her eyes fall to a close.
There were no
thoughts inside her mind. No sounds. No images.
All she could
do was feel her man pressed against her, fucking her, owning her, conquering
everything around her…
But then his
hands were becoming warmer. His breathing seared the hairs on her neck, and
down there, inside of her, a flame was reaching upward.
Stacey choked
a scream.
She heard a
muffled roar from her lover, and then suddenly he was not inside, not touching
her, just moving away as far as he could.
She looked
down between her legs, feeling the hot liquid moving across her skin. She
thought it was his semen as it had been last time, but she was wrong.
It was blood.
CHAPTER
THREE
Thankfully the amount of blood was
very small, and it didn’t appear to be an open wound. She wasn’t even
absolutely sure it was her own blood, but then it made less sense that it would
be Zane’s. Stacey spotted a workbench against the wall which had a box of dusty
tissues on it. She cleaned herself up and then retrieved her dress as well as
Zane’s clothes. He was standing in the moonlight waiting for her, outside.
“What
happened there?” Stacey asked, handing him the clothes.
He took them
but made no move to dress himself. “Sometimes, when a dragon is particularly
aroused doing sex…”
“He starts to
shift?” Stacey finished for him.
“It’s not
just that.” Zane lowered his head.
“What is it?”
“If I was to
… keep going … then I’m afraid you might not have lived through the
experience.”
“Oh my God.
So that was my blood?”
Zane looked
uneasy. “This doesn’t always happen. Some humans are compatible with dragons.
Some are not.”
“Are you
saying this is my fault?”
“It’s not a
matter of blame. It’s to do with physiology. When I’m with you … I can’t
control myself.”
“Does that
happen often?”
“Well,” Zane
said, “it’s one reason why the women don’t always last in the island. It’s a
rare dragon indeed that would stop during sex on this account.”
Stacey took a
step closer to Zane. Their eyes met.
“I meant,”
she said, “do you shift when you fuck other girls?”
He seemed
almost embarrassed to admit it. “No.”
“Is it
because you like me more?”
“I don’t
know.” He looked back to the barn.
air that was between them. By herself, she touched his cheek with one hand, and
lowered herself further so they might kiss. With the other hand, just before
their lips had met, she took hold of his cock, and squeezed its girth back and
forth. She felt the pleasure shoot through him, all the way up to his lips, and
then their lips together, at first soft and delicate – she pressed on further
to caress his tongue in her mouth. Even before she had properly climbed on top
of him, did she feel safe. Warm and complete. The sex that would soon follow
was beautiful to her, in that she felt pure with Zane, and deeply connected.
But the sex in itself was rather just something in the background to the
euphoria that had begun bouncing around Stacey’s head at some point. That one
of a kind euphoria, so rare and fleeting, that just having it would make you
remember that day. It was enough for Stacey to forget all the troubles that had
come before…
But they
didn’t need to be in love. Not right now. With the coolness of the air between
them, and the sound of crickets hovering a million miles away, her body merged
with his as she proceeded to ride her dragon again – that is the naked kind of
riding.
The thought
made Stacey giggle.
“What?” Zane
asked, sounding amused. He spread his palms out to cup both her breasts in
full.
“Nothing,”
she muttered. “Just … riding my dragon.”
Zane laughed.
“Cute.”
He then
flipped her on her side and her body went into the floorboards. He took of her
upper body as their pelvises interlocked and moved together in sync. Stacey let
her eyes fall to a close.
There were no
thoughts inside her mind. No sounds. No images.
All she could
do was feel her man pressed against her, fucking her, owning her, conquering
everything around her…
But then his
hands were becoming warmer. His breathing seared the hairs on her neck, and
down there, inside of her, a flame was reaching upward.
Stacey choked
a scream.
She heard a
muffled roar from her lover, and then suddenly he was not inside, not touching
her, just moving away as far as he could.
She looked
down between her legs, feeling the hot liquid moving across her skin. She
thought it was his semen as it had been last time, but she was wrong.
It was blood.
CHAPTER
THREE
Thankfully the amount of blood was
very small, and it didn’t appear to be an open wound. She wasn’t even
absolutely sure it was her own blood, but then it made less sense that it would
be Zane’s. Stacey spotted a workbench against the wall which had a box of dusty
tissues on it. She cleaned herself up and then retrieved her dress as well as
Zane’s clothes. He was standing in the moonlight waiting for her, outside.
“What
happened there?” Stacey asked, handing him the clothes.
He took them
but made no move to dress himself. “Sometimes, when a dragon is particularly
aroused doing sex…”
“He starts to
shift?” Stacey finished for him.
“It’s not
just that.” Zane lowered his head.
“What is it?”
“If I was to
… keep going … then I’m afraid you might not have lived through the
experience.”
“Oh my God.
So that was my blood?”
Zane looked
uneasy. “This doesn’t always happen. Some humans are compatible with dragons.
Some are not.”
“Are you
saying this is my fault?”
“It’s not a
matter of blame. It’s to do with physiology. When I’m with you … I can’t
control myself.”
“Does that
happen often?”
“Well,” Zane
said, “it’s one reason why the women don’t always last in the island. It’s a
rare dragon indeed that would stop during sex on this account.”
Stacey took a
step closer to Zane. Their eyes met.
“I meant,”
she said, “do you shift when you fuck other girls?”
He seemed
almost embarrassed to admit it. “No.”
“Is it
because you like me more?”
“I don’t
know.” He looked back to the barn.
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