For Darkenaz, featuring her shapeshifting dragon character, Jev.
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I dig my talons in the flesh of the man who fucks me. I bury deeper and I know the man doesn’t mind it. I see in his mind a devious and twisted need and I find it thrilling. My female body presses hard to his, he moves hungrily, the blood of the woman we killed, dripping between us. Thick strings sticking to us, while her dead eyes seem to follow our passion, as we make her blood live. His thoughts echoe in mine, and I can feel his ecstasy. So well fitting to the one he shows outside.
I lean to his ear, pointy one, elf-like.
“This drives me so much… all of this” I push him harder inside me with my legs. His body is like made for this, toned, well-built, but not too much, filled with energy and passion.
I needed this.
“She begged for mercy in an enthralling way…” he forces deeper, I feel a pleasant shiver down my spine. He reads my mind just as I read his, he knows what pace, what pressure I like most. I love all kinds of sex… but some things never change. I have my own sets of favorites.
And I know what makes him abandon.
What makes him hard most. Violence. And control. Pain. Not only of his victims.
I pull him even harder, fingers deep in the skin on his back, droplets of blood, blue, like the clear sky.
“All humans beg for mercy” I purr, my blue hair receiving him and I allow him to bury his hand in my tangles. My thighs press hard, harder, I feel him spreading me.
“Intoxicating…” he whispers in my ear and I know he really thinks so – just like me. Humans, begging, bleeding… perfect aphrodisiac. For both of us.
His shadows penetrate my body alongside with him, sensing me, passing my pleasure to him, giving me a taste of his own rapture, and this is so similar to what I know of black-flame elves… but also different… a new species to fuck, an elf yes, but not completely.
And I have never had an elf yet…
My hips meet him at a faster pace, we are close, both. I drip between my thighs, my body receives exactly the treatment I like.
He hits the spot.
I roll over him, to stride him, to look at him when he rides his climax, look at him as he lays under me, pulsing inside. My hands bury in his short thick hair, pull, hard and I sigh, when he fills me with his release. I feel his climax, when my own rushes through my body. His own pleasure transferred between us, drowning us, making our bodies shiver.
Delicious.
I needed it.
I needed it and didn’t even know how much.
His eyes meet mine. Our thoughts intertwine. It’s the first time I can hear my own thoughts in someone’s mind. Someone who is like me, in more than one aspect. He sees this thought too – of course – and laughs, so beautifully. If I was a lesser being, it would bring me to my knees. But I am not.
My muscles relax, I still twitch between my legs, I feel he throbs too. We both love it. We love fucking. I hope this week will be long and allows me to go as deep as I need.
The throbs slowly fade, pulling me back to reality, leaving me pleased and filled.
For now, I think.
“Your world never ceases to intrigue me” he muses, slowly separating from me, standing up, He finds his scattered clothes; pulls up the tight black trousers and feathered shirt. “But humans feel the same fear and pain. That never changes.”
“They are perfect playthings. Perfect amusement” I stand up as well, pulling something on myself as well.
Devin’s t-shirt.
Fuck it.
He is absent and I don’t need to wait for him. I never needed it.
I am a dragon, and I am one to rule. I am the one to play the winning figure in this game. Even if he is so under my skin…
I see an amused glint in Lorian’s black eyes. He told me about his women. I wonder suddenly, if he would wait for any of them in a way I wait for Devin.
“Waiting is good, Jevon” he pins his upper shirt with an azure gem. “But only if you get a good reward.”
Now, I want him to not be able to look into my mind. But… I see it in him as well. Years of pain. Cruel suffering he takes in himself willingly and with sick joy. Twisted. But in some way… tempting.
He doesn’t smile anymore. He is torn between two women, between his desire for life and never ending agony. And he knows I see it all. Possibly first time in his long life. I am a first person who see past his masks. I know he finds it both intriguing, attractive and uncomfortable.
We are pulling all out on the plain sight.
“Time to show hospitality to our guest” I grin. No more doubts. Not when he can read all of them. I know he doesn’t know nor care about Devin.
I could not think.
Not delve into this.
But Lorian seems to understand, in some dettached, alien way. Fey kind is both passionate and cold. A mix that can be terrifying.
I will love to see how much terrifying we can be.
*
“You like it raw?”
Lorian doesn’t feel good in the kitchen. He possibly never had to cook in his palace, which – this time – amuses me. But he is not the type to be offended. He knows his worth, and that is one of the things I like in him. Powerful, like me. But not pushing this, he just beams – tastily – with self confidence.
We are so alike.
I suddenly feel I want to fuck again.
Especially when I see the fearfully open eyes and struggles of the captive man. He possibly sees in us… serial killers, a deadly couple who finds thrill in killing random strangers. He doesn’t even suspect who we really are. Kings. Almost gods to his weak kind.
“Raw has the best taste” I grin at him, a slender finger in my hand.
“I think every good meal needs additional care” Lorian slowly lifts the spoon with meat on it. Her meat, human flesh, so well cooked. He learns kitchen rules, slowly – if we forget the incident with shadows. His playful gaze slowly lands on the captive man, passes him, and lays on me. My smile is cruel, when I bite the finger, savoring the taste of the human woman. I know how cruel my smile can be.
“Please… let me go…” a voice reaches us, the shock has to be big, because he doesn’t recognize his wife’s finger. Strange that he doesn’t. But he will. Now, he almost wets himself.
“Oh, allow us to take care of you” Lorian puts the spoon again in the pan. “It would be such an ungrateful thing, to just leave us alone, in such an unsatisfied need for being the good hosts.”
“We brim with need” I smile, my smile seems to scare the human even more.
He tries to retreat, when we approach him, two looming figures, powerful in their dominance. Lorian’s shadows lift him up a bit, closing hard on his throat. He moans in pain, but Lorian pulls him ever higher.
I allow my dragon features to bloom. Blue, like the sky. Like Lorian’s blood. Like the eyes of the captive man. I bathe in blue and in my glory, when I become a god of myths before him. Lorian’s form flickers and becomes more smoky, darker… more dangerous. A shadow incarnate. Which I want to explore later. Let him into my every crevice.
“I like your experimental nature, dragon.”
“And I like your surprises, fae.”
This human isn’t able to comprehend who we are… what we are. If he knew that world he knows is just the beginning, with so many wonders to discover… and of course predators to fear.
He looks at us with a plea in his eyes… I feel how Lorian feeds on his fear. I never met anyone like him. Devin… he would condemn us now. He has his own rules, despises feasting on suffering. An own moral code, which doesn’t include killing for fun.
But Devin is not my god.
“Please… release me, I won’t tell anyone about you…”
The human lost his hope, I can feel it in his mind. Still, it’s natural for humans. To beg.
Lorian chuckles. I like his laugh. Soft, deep… but touched with darkness. Which makes it even more interesting.
“Your wife will surely love to become part of us. Consider it a feast of senses… she will please us… with her flesh.”
“Eating someone out never had more apt meaning” I add, seeing pure fear widening human’s eyes.
Lorian pats him over his cheek, with a tender move, a kind expression lighting his face. I see that this act becomes too much for the human. This fake care. He knows how to disturb the weak mind.
“Do not worry” I add, dark gleams in my eyes. “We will share with you. The best morsels.”
We would rule the world, if this had chances to last.
But I already savor how much pleasure I can squeeze from Lorian, how much I can give him and take from him. I know he doesn’t belong here and I won’t stop him from returning. But what will be mine, will always be mine.
It will be a glorious week.
