Dragon's Challenge - D. R. Rosier Page 0,75
and the rest of her five foot eight body was a perfectly proportioned hourglass.
She was neither sumptuous, nor athletic, nor willowy, but perfectly average with lovely soft curves. Her breasts were heart shaped, and possibly a little more generous in size than his princess and demoness. She had deliciously long legs that were mostly in view below her short and sexy red robes, and she had a tight pear-shaped ass to die for.
She’d been driving him crazy for days, as both her flirting and tauntingly insulting challenges had grown ever more outrageous.
She was also in his personal space, and his instincts warred between stepping back, punching her in the face, or closing the distance to nothing and fucking her into submission. Mostly that last one, if he was honest with himself, but he didn’t need another bonded, even if her fire would make it easier to act as a fire sorcerer, without the interim candle lightning cantrip.
She drove him crazy, and she wasn’t even doing anything but standing a bit too close in that moment.
He did none of those things, and asked, “What’s this about, Cinder?”
He froze, as she reached out and put a hand on his chest. It was warm, and far from unpleasant, her eyes were both bold and nervous.
She said sultrily, “I think we have a… cultural misunderstanding.”
He smirked, “Do tell. And here I thought it was all about you being a female and mysterious.”
She snickered, “I don’t know how elder dragons do it, but for my kind when were attracted to a potential mate, the females challenge and seduce them in equal measure. Insults and antagonism can get the blood flowing, if you know what I mean.”
His mind short circuited with a powerful surge of lust and desire, and he clenched his jaw to exercise control over it. She’d been acting exactly that way for the last five of the eight days since she’d joined him, escalating every day. She drove him insane.
He said, “I… truth?”
She smirked, “This should be good.”
He laughed, “I thought you were fucking with me, I got your signals but… Our kind are like oil and water. We’re controlling and possessive, your kind are free and wild.”
She scowled, “Are you saying you don’t want me?”
He shook his head and sighed, “Not at all, I’ve been wanting to bond and claim you for days now. I know you care about me, and I’m growing to care for you too, this isn’t just lust. But it’s complicated.”
She sniffed, “Not that complicated. I’ll always be what you see before you, always tempt you and be what I am. I’ll always challenge you with what I am and my mind, but my heart very much wants to be possessed by you, to be owned by you, and this body would be yours and yours alone. This isn’t about a wild and taboo one-night stand for me either. This is the cultural misunderstanding thing I was talking about.”
He was overwhelmed with another surge of lust as her words sunk in. All his worries about bonding and claiming her had been for nothing. A lack of knowledge of her culture and her very essence. He’d been worried it would never work. He’d been worried she’d been fucking with him and would never want to submit to a bond.
He couldn’t have been more wrong, her eyes were burning with the need to be taken, as much as he wanted to make her his.
The only other objection in his mind was that he didn’t need another bonded. He was more than set that way, and he had what he needed to finish his walkabout. He also had more than enough to sate his enhanced libido and need to sate his lust. All his other bonded he’d taken in self-defense anyway, and his original plan had been to use cantrips to access all the other sorcerous magics. He’d never taken one simply because he wanted her.
Of course, that’s when his earlier and very strange conversation with Shar entered his mind, and thankfully prevented him from saying any of that to Cinder as an objection to the idea.
When he thought of his bonded lovers, the last thing he thought of was the advantage of their bonded magic. He loved them, and wanted them for them, for how they enriched his life. His succubus was even wiser than he’d given her credit for, had she seen this conversation with Cinder coming?
Of course she had, the playful demoness probably had it all figured out