Chronicles of the Six Realms

The Last Dragon's Heir (29) Holding you in silence

Egan

She opened her beautiful eyes slowly and ran her fingers along my hair, before she lowered the neckline of her sleeping dress, revealing her beautiful breasts, her red n*****s were perked. 

I cupped them, and without wasting any time I rolled a ni.pple between my finger making her moan. My hands were itching to touch her, pleasure her, find all her secret spots and take her to ecstasy. 

This time I wouldn’t fool myself. It was a dream, but I would enjoy every second of it. I could hear a rumble humming in the back of my mind. I knew well what it meant. 

Cyrus! This was all his doing. The cunning dragon was sending me those dreams to make me fall into the sweet temptation that was Alma! 

I caressed my lips onto hers, greeting her bottom lip between my teeth, as my hand roamed down her belly, finding my target. 

I entered a hand in her pants, caressing her folds. I could already feel her wetness. She was already warm and leaking with moisture. 

After rolling a finger around her entrance teasingly, my digit entered her, curling up inside of her tightness. 

She felt better than anything I have ever felt. 

I wrapped an arm around her, lifting her small frame and positioning her on all fours.

“I have to taste you, My Beauty,” I told her, pulling her underwear down and ripping its side off. 

I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t contain myself. It was only a dream, my dream. So, I could have my Little Ruby without fearing any consequences. 

Tomorrow, I will think about what to do with Cyrus, maybe find a spell to suppress his growing insanity. Else, I would lose my dragon and myself sooner than anyone anticipated. 

But now, all that matters was the absolute pleasure of feeling her and filling her. 

I licked her sleek slit from her cli.t hood to her opening, before thrusting my tongue into her. Her pure, sweet-tangy taste melted in my mouth and made me crave for her. I dug my fingers on her buttocks deepening my kiss, possessing, ravishing her with the eager thrusts of my tongue. She was already clenching around it and pressing her s*x against my face. My Little Witch wanted more and all I wished was to give it all to her. 

Her pleasure was mine, her pleasure built my own desire up. 

It was a dream, hence I couldn’t hurt my delicate Little Witch. So, I could take her with reckless abandon, lose myself inside of her. 

I took my pants off as fast as I could, as eager and desperate in my yearning as a teenager, and brushed my leaking tip against her entrance. 

I caressed her opening with the tip of my shaft, teasing her before I entered her with a long and smooth thrust bottoming up inside her, filling her entirely.

She moaned and her back arched at my rough movement. I leaned down a bit and cupped her breast feeling her soft skin and her perked bud. My fingers twisted her n*****s, as I drove into her with the restless intensity of my unquenchable desire. 

My grasp on her hip was possessive, almost branding. 

Only in my dream I could have her, make her mine, all mine.

My hand traveled down her body, finding her cli.t, I started to caress it demandingly, adamant to push her over the edge of pleasure. 

I withdrew my member from her almost entirely and she whimpered at it. 

“Egan, don’t stop,” she breathed. 

“I don’t plan to. I will ravish you, My Ruby.” 

With a precise and fast pump I filled her insides again, she was clenching around me once again, her pleasure was building up in a crescendo. I angled my hips to caress all the sensitive spots inside her, as my hand reached to her ni.pple once more, pulling and twisting it. 

She started to cry out senselessness and her body trembled, and she jerked her butt towards me, increasing our contact. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, in an almost painful way. 

Soon, her body grew liquid and tense as her heart hammered intensely, I could feel her spasming in ecstasy around me. 

“Egan, Egan…” she breathed my name in the language of pleasure, moans, and cries. It was the most alluring sound. 

She was almost taking me to my org*sm with her. But being inside her didn’t seem to be enough for me, I needed to surround her and be surrounded by her body, her scent. Be one with my Little Witch, not knowing where my body stopped and hers started. For her body was mine, she was mine in my dream. 

I leaned closer to her, mounting her, in the same way dragons couple. I pressed a grazing kiss on the end of her shoulder blades, and her nape, sucking her skin, tasting, ravishing her. 

She whimpered in pleasure and tried to move closer to me, but my body was caging hers, she was completely surrounded by me. I could feel my balls tightening, I was twitching inside her, close, very close. My thrusts gained tempo, as I took her completely, and soon I found ecstasy in her depths. 

Before I calmed down from my climax, I flipped her around and hovered over her. Having her on all fours was great, I could touch her in other angles, deeper. But I missed those intense, and now hazy, green eyes. 

I cupped her face, and placed a kiss on each of her flushed cheeks and her little nose, before caressing my lips on hers. 

The sweet kiss soon exploded in a searing possession, as I plucked my tongue inside her mouth, passionately stroking her tongue and sucking her reddened lips as if they were an exotic delicious fruit. 

I jerked my torso a little, feeling her perky bre*sts with my chest. 

My hands roamed down the soft curves of her body, and I spread her legs open for me as my fingers worked on her cli.t, pinching it slightly and making her body jolt.

Alma opened her eyes widely, a question in her green irises.

“Again?” she furrowed her brows.

“I am nowhere near done with you,” I husked.

In the realm of dreams, I could take her unrestrainedly, with no fear. 

She nodded, and took my bottom lips between hers in response, making me chuckle. My sweet witch. 

I slid inside her slowly, inch by inch, enjoying being back to her warm velvet-like s*x. I kissed her mouth and neck and felt her juices leak around me. She was even more aroused, even more liquid and molten in my arms. 

I leaned back a little and placed her leg over my shoulder. This way I could penetrate her deeply, feel and fill all of her. 

She looked a bit confused before I plunged all the way into her cervix. Then her expression changed completely, she threw her head against the pillow arching her back towards me and closing her eyes. 

The only sounds I could hear were the rough slap of our flesh and her sweet and breath moans, pleasure, pain and everything in between left her lips.

“Ruby, is it hurting?” 

Why did I worry about her? It wasn’t real, just a dream. But I couldn’t stop myself from doing it, even in this fantasy I didn’t want to harm my woman. Because here and now, she was mine.

“It… yes and no… yes, but don’t you stop,” she mumbled, making me laugh. 

She was enjoying our rough lovemaking. 

My fingers dug on her hips, as I filled her to the brim as many times I could without coming. I started massaging the bud within her s*x, rolling my fingers around it rhythmically, until I could feel her walls clutching around me. 

“Please, Egan...please…” she cried out desperately, clutching the sheet beneath her little hands, her body convulsing in ecstasy. 

I leaned further and bit her earlobe slightly, before I whispered in her ear, “What do you want, My Alma?” 

“You… I want you,” she mumbled, biting her fleshy lips and clenching her eyes. Her vice grip around my shaft was too much and soon we both org*smed together.

I let my weight fall on her, and panted for air, my Little Witch was doing the same. She wrapped her arms one around my neck and the other one on my back, pulling me further closer to her. 

I peppered soft kisses on her neck and shoulder. After my breath steadied and she was a tad calmer, I stood up and took her in my arms. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Taking you, claiming you in all ways possible.” 

I set her on her feet and spun her around, bending her torso on the table in front of her bed. I pressed my already erected shaft against her butt cheeks, earning a moan from her. Her cheeks accommodated my erection so well. She was my perfection. 

I entered her s*x once again, all the way in. She was so sleek and wet with the combined juices of our pleasure, that it was very easy to slide in. I leaned down, kissing her nape, as my hands found the softness of her bo*b, and I fondled it, teasing her n****e. 

After a few more deep and hard strokes I withdrew from her and spun her around. My lips were on hers immediately, in a searing kiss. 

She ran her hands through the blades of my chest and the top of my stomach, making me grunt into our kiss, making me even harder for her, for more. 

I took my witch in my arms again and sat on her bed, placing her on my lap. I opened her for me, and wrapped her legs around my waist, as my hand trailed down her body with urgency. It finally found her opening, and I started to play with it, my eyes drifting from her hazy almost closed eyes and her beautiful sleek folds. 

My length was twitching once again, wanting to be inside of her. As if my body knew it belonged there, in Alma’s depths. 

I lifted her and placed her seat on my member, and she took every inch in, as her eyes closed and her mouth opened emitting the most mellow sound of pleasure. 

When I was already deep inside her, I moved my head down and sank my face on her breasts, sucking her n****e and grazing my teeth on its tender skin. I could feel her walls clench at my ministrations, as she pushed herself onto my member, and rocked her hips softly. 

I gave the same attention to her other n****e, capturing it in my mouth between hungry kisses, eager sucking, and soothing licks. It only made her dance fiercely around my shaft, bouncing harder and harder. I moved my hips up, to match her movements, I needed more pressure, more intensity. I yearned to take her desperately, insanely, fast, hard, deep. 

I pistoled into her, without stopping kissing her perked nubs. Soon all synchronized movements took us both to the edge of pleasure. In an explosion so intense that bordered an ache, I emptied myself inside her spasming walls. 

“You are mine, Alma,” I claimed her senselessness. I claimed her earnestly. 

She fell against my chest, spent, exhausted. I was surprised by her stamina, but again, nothing of it was real. She was only the Alma of my dreams. 

“Egan…” her voice was weak and breathy. 

“What, baby?” I asked, before covering the top of her head with gentle kisses. As she took her time to reply to me, I laid down, placing her head on my chest, and caressing her auburn hair. 

“You can’t say I am yours and keep our distance. I am either yours or not, don’t be on the fence.” Her words surprised me, even in a dream she was fierce. 

A flame, a sparkle of light, a beam of soul.