Dragon Dreams and Fairy Wings, page 10
Blaze wasn’t arguing. “How’s your hand?”
Grlind held it up. It was just big, period. “Barely stung.”
“Well, fuck you,” Blaze groused.
Grlind’s beady eyes widened, then he guffawed, and it scared the nearby tree sprites out of their homes. They shot up and away like a swirling, whistling mass of pastel colors, chattering and scolding as they fled.
“Oops. Pretty little things,” Grlind observed.
“My hand’s going to fall off,” Blaze said. He couldn’t even wiggle his fingers.
Griff shook his head. “No, it won’t.” He sniffed the air. “There’s a river to the south of us. Soaking your hand would help.”
Blaze whimpered. “That’d be awesome. It hurts.” So he whined a little. He was allowed to, considering how much pain he was in.
“Grlind, we are heading to the river to soak Blaze’s hand,” Griff said. “Are you coming?”
“I’ll meet you there,” Grlind said. “I’m just going to pick that perunian for you. It’s right there.”
“Okay. Join us when you’re done here?” Griff waited until Grlind agreed, then he and Blaze headed to the river.
And all Blaze could think about was the perunian and what could happen once Griff had enough lube.
Blaze had never, ever wanted something like he wanted Griff’s cock in him. Gods help anything that tries to get in the way of that happening tonight, Blaze thought.
No offense intended. I’m not tempting Fate or anything. I’m just… I’ll beg for some alone time with my bonded and some lube tonight. Please, please be kind enough to let us have that.
At the river, Blaze could have wept with relief when he dipped his hot hand into the water. He sat there with Griff, and eventually, Grlind, until his hand stopped throbbing.
Once the swelling was almost gone and the pain was more of a bad memory than a reality, Blaze was ready to get going.
He had plans for Griff, and judging by the heated looks Griff kept sending his way, Griff had plans of his own.
Since Grlind was smirking and holding a bouquet of flowers almost identical to the one Blaze had grabbed, Blaze figured the orc had picked up on the sexual tension between Blaze and Griff.
Even the dragonflies were more buzzy than usual. Blaze wondered if they were going to have a few peepers tonight.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“I can’t believe our luck,” Blaze griped. “Actually, yeah, I can.” He kept muttering as they sought shelter from the chilling downpour.
Griff tried to keep his teeth from chattering, but it was cold! Shadnay and Eleandross had long since flitted off to escape the rain and wind. Griff couldn’t blame them one bit for not hanging back.
Grlind stopped and gestured toward some dark shape Griff couldn’t make out. “What?” Had Grlind even heard him in the ruckus of the storm?
“Let me go check it out and make certain it’s safe,” Grlind shouted.
Blaze pressed close to Griff. “Cave. There’s a cave. I don’t care if there’s a family of trolls in there—we’re going in and getting out of this shitty weather!”
Griff didn’t think they were all that far from the path he’d been on when he’d been hurt. Then again, who knew if he was right? Blaze will know. “You still have the map Gia gave you?”
“It’s in the pack. Grlind has it,” Blaze answered.
Griff frowned. Had he asked that already?
Before he could fret over it, Grlind was calling for them, which Griff assumed meant the cave was safe.
Even if it wasn’t, Griff thought it might just be worth the risk of having to fight for the cave. He was soaking wet, cold and hungry.
The cave was very, very dark. Griff tried to pull up the spell for fire and panicked when he didn’t immediately remember it. Then it came to him, and he murmured the words that kindled a small, vibrant flame.
“I could have done that once upon a time,” Blaze muttered. “Um. Well, I probably would have burned everyone trying to do it, but I could have made fire eventually.”
“Here’s your pack. Good thing you didn’t leave it tiny-sized and on a dragonfly,” Grlind observed. “You’d both be out of luck.”
“Out of luck?” Griff got the small fire settled on the ground and charmed it to remain burning. “What do you mean?”
Grlind smirked at him. “Are you forgetting what I picked for you earlier?”
Griff’s cheeks burned and he focused on increasing the size of the fire. “Er. This cave is…” Gods, his voice echoed in it, and the echo didn’t sound far off. “Small?”
“That it is.” Grlind didn’t look like he saw that as a bad thing.
Griff peeked at Blaze.
Blaze was staring at the pack Grlind had set down.
“I will go out to fetch our meal,” Grlind said in a merry voice. “This weather is nothing for me, but you two are delicate.”
“Delicate?” Blaze huffed, eyes snapping with irritation.
Griff opened the pack and pulled out one of the perunian flowers. “Blaze?”
Blaze had opened his mouth, his attention on Grlind. He turned to look at Griff instead. “Shit! Keep that away from me!”
Grlind chortled. “I’ll take my time hunting up supper.”
Griff barely heard the orc. His heart was pounding, his pulse racing, and all he heard was Blaze’s sharp inhalation.
There, with the magical flame illuminating Blaze’s features, Griff reached for his bonded.
Griff pulled Blaze closer, until there was little space between them. He covered Blaze’s face with kisses before sealing their mouths together.
Need swamped him, filling him up with an urgent, sensual throbbing that he felt in every particle of his being.
And Blaze melted against him, leaning in, pressing that strong, sexy body to Griff’s leaner form.
Griff ran his hands all over Blaze, working his clothes off while doing so. Griff’s tunic was gone with a brush of Blaze’s hands, then there was nothing between them, just the perfection of skin on skin.
Griff couldn’t sink his tongue in deep enough, couldn’t touch enough of Blaze’s body to satisfy him. He growled and pushed and pulled until he had Blaze on the ground, spreading his legs, moaning and offering himself fully to Griff.
Slow down! Slow down! I’m a Love fairy. I’m better at sex than this! Because, gods, he wanted to just slick Blaze’s hole up and shove right in. The need to be in Blaze, to lay claim to him in such an elemental way, and to give of himself all that he could—it was nearly overpowering.
But Griff slowed down, kissing Blaze with more tenderness than force. He savored instead of plundered, and the way Blaze reacted, the sweet sounds he made, the sensual undulations and loving touches were Griff’s reward.
Had he continued to rush, he’d have missed so much. Griff nuzzled Blaze’s cheek, then licked his jaw, his neck, sucked salty skin and left his mark behind.
All the while, he caressed every part of Blaze he could reach. The swell and curves of his biceps, the ridges of muscles and ribs, the fuzzy sides of Blaze’s thighs.
Then there was the hard, wet-tipped cock that burned like a brand alongside Griff’s. He thrust and thrust, pleasure building between them, flowing from Griff to Blaze, from Blaze to Griff.
It was beautiful and erotic, the scents and sounds, the feel and tastes they shared.
Griff moaned when Blaze nibbled on his Adam’s apple. He whimpered when Blaze began to play with his nipples. Griff rolled them onto their sides and hitched one leg up, propping it on Blaze’s waist.
He rubbed, back and forth, writhing and panting as Blaze pleasured him.
Then he pushed Blaze onto his back again and started seducing Blaze all over again. He nipped and licked Blaze’s lips, his nipples, his ridged abs. He buried his nose in the bright orange pubic hair, thick and springy around Blaze’s cock.
“My favorite place,” he murmured.
Blaze’s abs rippled as he curled up to look at him. “Could your favorite place be seven and a half inches up? Please?”
Griff snorted, fisting the base of Blaze’s cock. “Eager?”
“Beyond,” Blaze groaned, wiggling his hips. “You’re going to fuck me, right?”
“I’m going to make love to you,” Griff corrected gently, before rubbing his lips over the fat middle of Blaze’s shaft.
“Same thing,” Blaze rasped.
“Not at all,” Griff informed him. “And I’ll show you the difference.”
“I—ohhhhhh,” Blaze moaned as Griff licked the underside of his cock. “Oh, oh gods…oh—Griff!”
Yes, having the head of one’s cock sucked into a perfectly tight, wet mouth tended to bring on a shout. Griff would have smiled had his mouth not been stretched and filled.
He moved his hands down to cup Blaze’s ass and pushed.
Blaze got the message, moaning again as he pulled his legs up to his chest.
And Griff went on his most seductive path ever, losing himself in Blaze, not worrying about coming or doing anything other than bringing so much pleasure to Blaze that the man couldn’t hold back.
Griff lapped his cock, taking it deep into his throat. At the same time, he rubbed his thumbs over Blaze’s hole repeatedly. He didn’t push in, not without the lubricant. He’d have to find the flower in a minute.
For now, he was content to suck and rub, and Blaze was certainly enjoying it. He was loud with his praise and pleas. Griff wanted to devour him, but he released Blaze’s shaft, and rolled him onto his belly.
Griff tapped Blaze’s hip. “Raise your butt.”
“Urk,” Blaze replied.
Griff grabbed the pack, then helped Blaze raise up enough so Griff could tuck it under his hips. “Beautiful.” Griff stroked Blaze’s luscious buttocks, admiring the shape of them—round and plump—as well as the light sheen of orange-gold hairs. With the firelight, Blaze’s skin glowed, and Griff had to taste.
He kneaded Blaze’s butt, squeezing, releasing, learning the texture and reactions of Blaze’s rump.
Then he leaned down and ran his tongue from the top of Blaze’s crack to his asshole.
“Griff!” Blaze yelped, shoving up onto his elbows.
Griff let go of one buttock and slid his hand up to press down on Blaze’s back, between his shoulder blades.
Blaze went down again with a moan. He wiggled his ass and canted it up.
Griff pressed his face into that warm crevice, sniffing, licking, laving. Blaze writhed and squirmed, humping the pack. His hole gradually softened, that muscle giving way so Griff could push his tongue inside.
Blaze’s shout bounced off the cave walls. Griff raised his head long enough to shove his hands under Blaze and tug, encouraging him to lift up.
Blaze came up onto his hands and knees. Griff fondled his balls and cock as he dipped his head back down, seeking out that little pucker once again.
When Blaze began to make answering thrusts, Griff used saliva to slip one finger into that tight, gripping heat. He had to feel around with the other hand until he located the flower. Luckily, he found it quickly.
Kneeling behind Blaze, Griff watched his finger, watched the way Blaze’s hole closed tight around it. Griff bent and licked that wrinkled skin while he fingered Blaze, and when Blaze started babbling, Griff sat up again and withdrew his finger from Blaze’s ass.
The plaintive whine from Blaze echoed the one Griff managed to stifle. He needed to prepare Blaze so they could join. “I’ll be in you soon,” Griff vowed.
He thought Blaze tried to say please, but Griff’s brain kind of shorted out when Blaze reached underneath himself and tried to finger his own hole.
Griff growled and ripped open the stalk of the flower. The thick, creamy fluid gleamed like a beacon. Griff scooped out a good amount and spread it over his aching shaft. The next scoop went over Blaze’s hole.
“Griff,” Blaze whimpered, arching his lower back deeply.
Griff gritted his teeth and pushed two fingers in slowly, opening Blaze’s ass up again. The lubricant was doing its job, increasing the arousal and smoothing the way for Griff to penetrate Blaze.
When Griff had his digits in far enough, he crooked them and rubbed over Blaze’s gland.
Blaze cursed and glared over his shoulder. “Now, Griff. Now! I won’t break!”
But Griff was in control, and he wanted to blow Blaze’s mind. He twisted his fingers around, pulled them free, then began slipping a third one in.
Blaze mewled, and his eyes rolled as he lowered his head back onto his forearms.
Griff watched his fingers going in and out. He watched Blaze’s expression, the bunching of his shoulders, the rolling of his hips.
And when he massaged Blaze’s gland until Blaze was gasping and his cock dripping, Griff knew it was time. He gave Blaze’s inner walls one more caress, then eased his fingers out and lined his cock up. “Now.”
Griff pushed his shaft into the most perfect, heated grip he’d ever experienced. The connection between him and Blaze swelled and pulsed as Griff sank in deeper and deeper.
When he was buried to the hilt in Blaze’s ass, Griff could hardly breathe, the pleasure was so great. His vision blurred, and he curled over Blaze.
He peppered Blaze’s neck and shoulders with kisses while Blaze panted, his ass gripping and rippling around Griff’s cock.
Then some of that strangling grip loosened, and Griff began to move.
But he needed more. He needed to see Blaze’s face fully, needed to feel Blaze’s heart beating underneath him.
Griff threw his head back for a few more thrusts then pulled out carefully.
“No!” Blaze yelped.
“I want to see your face,” Griff rasped. “Please.”
Blaze’s cheeks carried a pretty blush when he rolled over. That pink color spread down to Blaze’s chest as Griff repositioned himself between Blaze’s legs.
“Like this,” Griff whispered, urging Blaze to hold on.
Blaze wrapped his legs around Griff’s hips. “Kiss me.”
Griff kissed Blaze as he pushed back into him, loving him with tongue and cock, heart and soul.
And Griff kept kissing him, rolling his hips, slowly filling Blaze over and over again. Never had he felt anything like the pleasure he experienced with Blaze.
Blaze kept trembling, moaning, kissing him eagerly. He gave everything, and Griff reveled in it, returned that devotion.
Need built until it had to take over. Griff moved faster, his kisses became rougher, his grip harder.
Blaze held on to him tightly and met him thrust for thrust. He nipped and bit at Griff’s lips and tongue, losing control just as Griff was doing.
Griff had to break the kisses so he could push up and drive into Blaze harder. He loved the way Blaze arched his neck, his mouth opening on a long moan as Blaze fisted his own dick.
He was a picture of erotic perfection. Griff pinched Blaze’s left nipple, and Blaze’s ass clamped tight around Griff’s cock. A second pinch, a twist, and Blaze shouted, eyes closing as cum spurted from his cock.
Griff’s vision blurred, his ears buzzed as if a hive of bees had moved into them, and the rapturous climax that rolled through him was unlike any he could remember having before.
It seemed to go on and on as Blaze’s ass milked his shaft. Griff might have yelled—he might have cursed or praised or sang for all he knew. His throat ached by the time his arms gave out, and he collapsed, shivering, sweaty and shaken to his core in a way he never wanted to be free of.
He managed, eventually, to move to lie beside Blaze. His cock had softened by then, and it slipped out.
“Ungh. So weird coming out,” Blaze mumbled. “Tickles.” He raised one leg and touched his hole. “Oh. That’s…um. Wet?”
Griff snorted. He started to reply, opening his eyes—
But stopped when a pair of yellow eyes glowed back at him from the darkness beyond them.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“What the fu—” Blaze scrambled to his feet, seeing the odd yellow eyes at the same time Griff did. Warm seed trickled down his thighs and made it really hard for him not to squirm. “Come out and fight like a man!” he bellowed, raising his fisted hands.
“No, no fighting,” Griff said. “No fighting.”
Those yellow eyes blinked, and the pupils slitted from round to thin vertical lines barely wider than a blade of grass.
It was fucking creepy. Blaze raised his hands a little higher.
Griff tried to step in front of him.
Blaze wasn’t having that. Whatever had the weird eyes had to be dangerous. Didn’t it? “I’ve got this, Griff.”
Griff slanted him a look that would have made Blaze back down had he not been worried his bonded would be hurt.
But before he could argue, something very much like a purr sounded, and a form stepped out of the darkness.
A naked, female form with all the curvy, bouncy bits. “Fight like a man?” she asked, her pointed ears twitching where they stuck out of her black hair. There was some sort of markings on her forehead, centered slightly above the space between her eyebrows. “If you really want a challenge, why not have me fight like a woman?”
There were more markings on the woman’s shoulders and hips. Blaze wrinkled his nose at her. “With hair-pulling and lightning bolts?” He was being sarcastic and regretted smarting off immediately.
The woman wrinkled her nose right back at him. “You are a barbarian, but if you insist.”
Griff gasped, but Blaze was too busy trying to figure out where in Hades he’d lost his damned mind, because the woman blurred and she wasn’t a woman anymore. Now a tall, lean male—a very naked male with all the dangly bits—stood in the woman’s place.
Blaze was so freakin’ confused.
The man blinked lazily at him, then raised one hand and made a weird gesturing motion.
Griff stopped sounding like he was struggling for breath. “You’re a…you’re a…” He scowled and slapped a fisted hand against his palm. “Argh!”
One thin black eyebrow arched up the now-man’s high forehead.
Blaze realized the face hadn’t changed at all, just the gender of the body attached to it. He barely had enough sense to keep from asking something rude, like what the devils was the creature? After all, he’d already stepped in a pile of dragon dung during the whole fight like a man thing.
