Alien Dragon's Spawn (Dragons of Arcturus Book 1) Page 10

  Katrine was forced to admit that it did.

  Sliding her off his broad shoulder again, Skal held Katrine under the falling water. Clasping her in one arm, he tilted her back until it was spilling onto her head and sluicing down her neck and shoulder. Skal’s other hand worked into her hair, scrubbing away the mud that remained there.

  “I’m capable of washing myself,” Katrine burbled through the water drops.

  “This is my cave,” Skal growled. “I’m in charge here, and I say that I do the washing for now.”

  Katrine realized that it was pointless to struggle or argue with him. Besides, she had to admit that the way his thick, powerful fingers massaged her scalp felt really good. The muscles all over her head and face started to relax for the first time since she had been warped to this strange planet.

  Perhaps, she thought, it had been even longer than that.

  “What, by the Goddess, did you do to your mane, little thing?”

  The dragon man now held her part way out of the falling water and examined her wet hair.

  “I cut it,” Katrine muttered.

  “With what?”

  His clawed hands slid down Katrine’s back, along the curve of her waist, and bumped the hilt of the dagger tucked at her hip. Before she had a chance to stop him, Skal had removed it from her skirt. He held up the scabbard with the dagger sheathed inside.

  “With this?” Skal shook his head and clucked his tongue in mock disappointment. “Stealing from the dragon’s hoard too?”

  He tossed the dagger away, and it clattered on the stone floor beside the pool.

  “You really have been a bad little mate,” he growled. “I’ve a mind to punish you thoroughly. A real spanking that you won’t soon forget.”

  He reached around, cupping and kneading Katrine’s ass. She was trembling in his arms.

  “You’re not…really going to punish me, are you?”

  Skal’s lips curved into a cruel grin, revealing those extra pointy canines. He chuckled through his nose, and Katrine sensed that dry, furnace-fire heat on his breath again.

  “No. Not yet, at least. For now, I’ll be satisfied just to clean you.”

  He dipped Katrine’s head back under the waterfall one more time, rinsing away the last of the mud there.

  “Will your mane grow back, the way sheep’s wool does?” Skal asked.

  Katrine almost laughed out loud at his ignorance of humans. She decided to lie, still clinging to the hope that her plan might work.

  “No, it will be this way forever now. Do you not like it?”

  Skal spun Katrine’s body so that her back was to his chest. He lowered her, and once again she felt that insanely long member pressing between her legs. The darn thing was so hard, she almost thought that even if Skal let go with his arms, his rigid dragon cock would be able to support her body weight.

  “I liked the way it looked before,” Skal purred. “But this new style is growing on me. It looks…cute.”

  Damn it.

  Skal’s free hand scooped the warm steaming water and splashed it onto Katrine’s upper chest. He smoothed his palm over her skin, washing her clean. The slow, steady flow of the water pulled the washed-off mud away downstream.

  “I know what you were trying to do.” His whisper at her ear sent shivers down to her tailbone and back up again. “You were trying to make yourself ugly, so that I would not desire you.”

  Double damn it.

  “But you don’t understand. Nothing can change my attraction to you, Katrine. You are my atma. You are my Fate-decreed mate.” His lips switched to her other ear. “And when dragons mate, they do so for eternity.”

  His palm moved lower, cupping and kneading her soft breasts. His clawed fingertips pinched and rolled her achingly erect nipples. Katrine flopped her head against his hard chest and mewled softly.

  “Please don’t do this,” she murmured, with little conviction.

  Skal nibbled her ear. “Don’t do what?”

  “Don’t turn me on, please…”

  This was not the time or place for any of this. She was trapped on an inhospitable alien world, the prisoner of a dragon who insisted they were fated mates, and meanwhile her friends were somewhere out there in danger.

  She really shouldn’t be getting all hot and bothered like this.

  But Skal’s hand was insistent. He rubbed slow ovals over her ribs and down her belly. With each lap his smoothing palm made, his fingers trailed lower and lower. Katrine’s clitoris responded by gradually growing more erect.

  “Skal, please…”

  Even Katrine wasn’t sure what she was begging for now, whether she was pleading with the dragon man to stop or to hurry up and get on with it.

  “Please…”

  Skal did neither. He was going to take his sweet fucking time about it.

  His fingertips were getting dangerously close to her center now. They trailed below the flimsy band of her skirt, touching her soft pubic fur.

  Her clitoris pulsed like a miniature heart.

  “Skal…”

  The pad of his middle finger parted her hair, trailed down the smooth ridge of her hood. His touch sent a thousand serpents through her veins.

  “Oh…”

  When he finally touched her there, the sensation was overwhelming, an electric shock of pleasure writhing outward from her core.

  It had been so long since she’d been touched this way.

  And never by a man that knew how to manipulate her pleasure the way Skal did.

  There was no rush. No sense of desperation on his end of things. He seemed curious, as if studying her every trembling response to his touch. He circled her, and her hips gyrated. He stroked her, and she bucked. He pinched her firmly between thumb and forefinger, and her cries of pleasure resounded over the pool of water.

  “Oh fuck, Skal,” Katrine whimpered. “Don’t stop…right there…”

  He strummed her, slow and steady. With each pass of his fingertips, her springy nubbin seemed to kindle with heat and impending bliss. Something seemed to swell inside her, a glowing bolus of need that expanded until it quivered on the verge of erupting.

  “Don’t stop…don’t…”

  Her climax exploded, crashing through her nerves like liquid fire. Her skin ignited. Her muscles tensed and relaxed in waves. Her helpless body spasmed in the dragon man’s clutches as she came again and again, secreting her pleasure into the warm lapping water of the pool.

  At last it became too much. She couldn’t feel her fingers and toes from coming. Her clit was oversensitive, ticklish. She tried to squirm away.

  “Oh God, Skal, please…”

  She was going to tell him to stop, but her lips and tongue gave out just before the key word. So the dragon man didn’t stop. He went on torturing her oversensitive clit, strumming her straight through another two excruciating orgasms before he finally relented.

  Katrine’s exhausted body sagged in Skal’s arms.

  “Are you okay, my atma?” he purred at her ear.

  Still too shattered for words, all Katrine could manage was a faint, “Mm-hm…”

  But Skal was not through with her yet. His fingers delved lower now, separating her arousal-swollen lips and rubbing her oozing entrance.

  “What is this?” Skal murmured.

  Katrine snorted. “What is what?”

  “This little mouth between your legs. Is it your mating channel? It is so small.”

  Katrine flopped her head back and gazed up at him in amazement. She couldn’t tell if the dragon man was fucking with her or not. Did he really not know what she had going on down there? He had just given her more intense orgasms that any guy had ever done before. More than she’d ever achieved on her own with the help of her battery operated toys.

  But he was serious. He really didn’t know.

  If the performance with his fingers was any indication, however, Katrine was sure Skal would figure it out.

  “I must see it,” he said with fir
e in his voice.

  Katrine gasped as she was lifted bodily from the warm water and laid easily upon her back atop a smooth, flat stone protruding from the surface.

  CHAPTER 17

  I need to see it

  Skal had never needed anything so badly in his life. Every scale on his arms and tail was screaming to finally see the treasure that was his, that he would soon claim. His mating appendage was now a stone-hard prong. Even the horns crowning his head seemed to be aching and throbbing with arousal.

  His tiny human lay on the rock, water leaving her body in thin rivulets. Her skin, soft and softly furred, looked like a peach flecked with morning dew.

  She was so fucking beautiful it hurt.

  The only thing now separating his gaze from that soft thing he had touched between her thighs were the flimsy strips of that damnable grass skirt.

  Before, he had felt a mild annoyance toward that primitive covering. That annoyance had now matured into raw hate.

  He hated anything that came between him and his treasure.

  The dragon man growled from deep in his chest.

  “Skal?”

  His atma’s voice was still weak and trembling from the paroxysms of pleasure she had endured under his fingers. But Skal hardly registered her voice, just as he hardly heard the splashing of the waterfall resounding through the chamber.

  All of it was erased by the roar of the blood in his ears, and the screaming need in his egg sacs.

  With clawed fingers, he gripped that grass skirt that had now become his mortal enemy.

  “Skal!”

  He ignored her cries. He didn’t even hear them in his frenzy of lust. With a single, swift motion, he ripped her dress of rushes, tearing it as easily as tissue paper.

  The little human squeezed her legs together and twisted her hips, trying to hide her special place from his hungry eyes.

  But Skal’s need would not be denied.

  He clutched her knees and easily pried her legs apart. Hungry, grunting sounds were issuing from his mouth. He sounded like a feral beast.

  Then he saw it, and he froze.

  There before him lay his most prized possession. It was set between his atma’s open thighs like a little vertical mouth. Plump, pillowy outer folds surrounded inner frills like petals of flesh. At the top of her slit, inset like a pink pearl, was that nerve bundle that had made her scream and writhe in his arms and a sexy tuft of soft golden fur, more tightly curled than the mane on her head.

  “Fuck,” Skal growled. “It’s so fucking beautiful.”

  Careful not to catch her with his claws, he peeled her ruffled folds apart to reveal the slippery tissue between. It was smooth and pink, like the inner surface of a conch shell. There were two holes. One was barely a pin prick. The other was hardly bigger.

  Was that her mating canal?

  Would it expand? It must. How else would he ever fit his tube inside her? How else would he implant his egg in her incubation chamber?

  With the pad of his thumb, he circled that tight little hole. His atma squirmed and moaned. Warm, thick fluid drooled from her opening.

  I need to smell it

  “Skal!”

  Katrine cried out in astonishment as Skal buried his face between her spread thighs and inhaled deeply. His flared nostrils drank in her heady aroma. It was a pungent odor, raw and alive. That smell sent pins and needles racing along the scales of his hardened shaft.

  Goddess, she smelled delicious. Better than anything he had ever smelled in all his days.

  He pushed her legs back, exposing the other hole in her backside. He pressed his eager nose between her cheeks and inhaled that warm aroma too.

  “Stop it!” Kat shouted, her voice warbling with shame. “Skal, that’s dirty!”

  Skal ignored her. He snuffled her ass deeply, practically gulping her scent. He understood that rear hole was for excrement—her cloaca, he presumed. But he sensed there was pleasure to be had there as well—for both of them.

  He would attend to that hole later. For now, he wanted to focus on one thing at a time.

  The human female writhed and squealed as the tip of Skal’s nose brushed the small patch of skin between her holes. He sniffed that too—even that funny little spot excited him. He let his warm exhalations tickle her there, making her struggle and shout.

  Then he returned to her blossom of meat and inhaled again. He savored the warm, raunchy smell of her cleft like one preparing to dig into a long awaited meal.

  I need to taste it

  His atma cried out as he buried his face between her soft thighs and feasted on her hot, dripping cunt.

  CHAPTER 18

  Katrine didn’t even attempt to hold back her moans of ecstasy as Skal licked her. His wet, coarse tongue lapped at her parting, moving in long powerful strokes. His saliva mixed with her arousal and spilled down her taint and tickled her ass.

  “Skal, you make me feel so good,” Katrine whined.

  Her fingers wove through his horse’s-mane hair. She gripped his horns of bone. She was not steering him. No need for that. For all his supposed inexperience with human female anatomy, Skal seemed to be finding his way around down there just fine. His yellow eyes didn’t miss a thing. He noticed every twitch and quiver, reading the signs of her pleasure perfectly, making her sing. Her cries were desperate, nonsensical, bouncing back and forth between the sacred and the profane.

  “Oh God…oh fuck…oh God”

  Yellow eyes shone between her open legs, staring at her across the landscape of her quaking body. Hot breath blasted her sensitive skin. A rough tongue laved and lapped and slathered her.

  Katrine tossed her head back on her bed of stone, all resistance gone, all defenses decimated. She knew somewhere in the back of her mind that this was wrong, but she didn’t know why. Her mind was incapable of logical thought. The warm sensations of Skal’s dominating tongue left little room for anything else.

  He kissed her clitoris. He sucked that still-tingling nubbin between his hot, soft lips so hard it seemed like he was trying to draw blood. His tactile tongue flickered her swollen bud inside his mouth.

  Katrine came. Wordless cries burst from her upper lips just as hot arousal spilled from her lips below.

  Skal’s mouth popped from her clit with a dirty smack.

  “Fuck,” he grunted wildly. “You taste so fucking good.”

  He jammed his face between her legs and went back to work on her slit, licking her smooth, pink inner skin with a ferocious intensity. Katrine bucked her hips, smashing her pussy against him, grinding, humping, matching the rhythm of his incredible tongue.

  No guy she had ever been with had gone down on her with such skill and intensity before. Certainly Tom had not. Tom had always acted squeamish about it, treated it like some kind of chore, and that just made Katrine not even want him to try.

  Skal, on the other hand…

  He was feasting on her pussy like a wild animal. The muffled grunts and growls coming from his mouth sounded like he was enjoying this as much as Katrine was. Maybe even more. He seemed to be on the verge of coming himself, but Katrine knew he wasn’t jerking his cock because one clawed hand was gripping a quivering thigh while the other was smoothing up her ribs to squeeze her breast.

  His tongue now focused on her hole, which had tightened with arousal. She closed her eyes and tossed her head from side to side like a restless sleeper. Water lapped at the sides of her stone bed.

  “Yes,” she moaned, “Right there, Skal…right there.”

  The dragon man growled as he licked her. It was a rumbling, inhuman sound that sent tingles all through her inner pelvis, all the way to her womb.

  He jammed his tongue into her hole, fucking her with his tip, greedily seeking her wet nectar like a bear seeking honey from a beehive.

  “Oh God,” Katrine moan. “Oh…”

  Skal’s grunts and growls increased in volume, vibrating her entire body. His warm, dry, campfire breath washed over her skin, evaporating t
he beads of water there. His long, flexible tongue pressed deeper inside.

  And deeper…

  And deeper…

  On some barely conscious level, Katrine was aware that a tongue shouldn’t be able to penetrate so far. It felt like a cock inside her. And other things were happening down there too. Smooth scales pressed against her inner thighs, spreading them until her tendons ached with stretching. Hard teeth pressed against her swollen outer lips.

  Katrine cocked her head toward the action and gasped at what she saw.

  Those yellow, demonic eyes were still there, still focused on her, but they were much larger now. The face they were embedded within was no longer human. A large, crimson-scaled muzzle was wedged between her thighs. Black nostrils flared, blasting her with hot air.

  Skal had shifted back into dragon mode. The bulk of his body filled the space of the water chamber, dimming the glow of the crystals.

  Katrine was getting eaten out by a dragon.

  All she could say was, “Oh…”

  The dragon’s long, thick, muscular tongue fucked in and out of her hole. It penetrated almost the full depth of her canal. It swirled around her insides, stroking every inch of her soft, inner tissue.

  When that tongue stroked the special place on her front wall, Katrine screamed.

  Something cruel glinted in those yellow eyes.

  The dragon knew he had struck gold.

  This was beyond wrong. Katrine knew she shouldn’t be enjoying this, but she couldn’t help herself. The tongue inside her was too insistent, too strong.

  And she needed this. God, she hadn’t realized how much she needed this.

  It wasn’t just the pleasure, though that was amazing of course. But the even bigger thing was the way the dragon wanted her. The way he hungered for her. Katrine had never been wanted so hard and so deeply in all her life.

  Other men’s past desire for her paled in comparison. They had not really wanted Katrine it seemed; they had merely wanted sex, and she had been close at hand, convenient.

  The dragon, however, was different.

  He wanted her.

  Perhaps he even needed her.

  A shockwave of pleasure jolted through Katrine’s insides, wiping away all of her thoughts in a tidal wave of pleasure. Her channel clenched around that undulating tongue, like a small fist trying to grab hold of a writhing thing. Katrine abandoned herself to the pleasure of the dragon’s licking.