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CLIO EVANS
This short story contains the following:
Fire play, flogging, spanking, pussy spanking, cozy renaissance lesbians finding their cottagecore happy ending, fisting, light BDSM dynamics, and more.
Longing
Lily
I grippeda bramble of vines and branches that grew from my pond, peering over the edge at the forest path as I eagerly waited for the Great Dragon of Alasia to grace me with her presence. The water lapped around me, cooling my body despite the heat crawling beneath the surface.
It had been thirteen days since our last visit. My cheeks warmed as I thought about our time together. She’d spent hours showing me things I’d never even imagined, pleasing me in ways that had changed my world.
Even the thought of her hot tongue on my cunt had me clenching my legs, my body eager for her touch again.
Ever since she’d left me, all I’d done was dream about this day and night while tending to my home. She promised she would return to show me another evening full of pleasure and experiences that would consume me.
I was a Naiad and confined to my pond, which made certain aspects of my life difficult. My spirit was tied to its health. I could step out of the pond for some time, but not for more than a day without feeling sick. Over the years, it had grown and expanded, and as our world changed—it even became a spot the mortals visited. I often hid from them, although occasionally I befriended one. Their lives were so painfully short.
Meeting Regina had made my life a lot less lonely. I had yet to admit to her my true feelings, but secretly yearned for her to stay here all the time.
The sun set over the horizon, turning the surrounding forest a thousand shades of fiery red. A rustle of movement drew my attention. I ducked down further, staring between two twisted vines to see who approached.
A flash of scarlet scales had me rising with a grin. Regina emerged from an obscure path with a sharp smile, her golden eyes meeting mine with warmth and excitement. The form she was in now was part dragon and part human, the one she preferred. She was tall and strong, with thick muscles and large wings that were currently tucked behind her back. She wore a long emerald green gown with a sword strapped around her waist and carried a pack that was bursting with mysterious items.
“There’s my little lady,” she greeted.
“Good evening, madam,” I said, trying to make myself breathe as I swam to the pond's edge.
She tossed the pack down and met me halfway, wading into the water as I rose. She lifted me with ease, her arms encircling me in an all-encompassing hug. I closed my eyes as I breathed in her scent, my heart pounding as her claws raked through my long green hair.
I’d wanted this hug for so long, it felt like. I held onto her, drinking in her presence. It made me feel alive, the same way that my little pond did.
“It’s been too long,” she sighed. “How have you fared?”
“I’ve yearned for you,” I admitted, blushing deep as she leaned back, tipping my chin up.
“I’ve yearned for you too,” she said, flashing her brilliantly sharp fangs. “I’ve brought many items of interest with me this time. And the village close by is occupied by a festival, so we shall not be disturbed…which means you can moan and scream as loud as you want.”
“Oh,” I rasped.
If I hadn’t been blushing before, I assuredly was now. Desire curled through me and I leaned up to kiss her. Her jaws parted, her long tongue darting out to meet mine. I moaned as I took her, hungry for more.
She drew back with a smug smile. “Such an eager little lady. Let me at least spread out the blanket and court you with my gifts like a proper dragon.”
“If you insist,” I teased.
She slipped her hand into mine and led me out of the water slowly. My legs wobbled at first, unaccustomed to the heavy pull my body felt upon leaving the pond. I leaned into her for support, enjoying the warmth of her. She was like the sun, caring and gentle, and equally hot and fierce.
“Can you stand alone for a moment?” she asked.
I wiggled my toes, digging my feet into the fresh dirt. I nodded once I felt grounded.
She kissed the top of my head and then stepped away, leaning down to unbuckle the leather sack she’d carried with her. She shucked off her sword and tossed it to the side, and then drew out a soft blanket and spread it out over the grass, creating a bed for us. I watched as she pulled out more items, some of which I’d never seen before. A handle with leather strips, a long thin reed, a wooden paddle, and more.
“How wondrous,” I whispered, squeezing my thighs together.
My imagination was already running wild. My mind had always been blessed by Hephaestus’ creativity, and at this moment, I was thankful for such divine inspiration. Regina spread out the items as I imagined myself bent over and taking whatever she gave me, pain or pleasure. I enjoyed both.
