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But this man… I mean, he’s the whole package. He’s the consummate… I don’t know the word, but I can tell you there’s no romance movie with a rich, handsome leading character that can compare to him. He’s funny. He’s clearly very intelligent. His clothes (which are coming off pretty damned quickly now) are very well-tailored. I think they’re bespoke, which is just a fancy way to say they’re made to order.
He’s everything.
I feel like I’m cheating because a girl with such limited experience in the world really has no business being with a man like him.
Regardless of that, I’m about as enthusiastic as I can be. I mean, it’s a good thing he takes control because as we kiss, I haphazardly try to get his clothes off and more than anything just make an awkward mess of things.
He isn’t awkward at all, though, and right in the midst of me trying to undo his belt, he lifts my blouse up, which lifts my arms up as well. He isn’t insistent or anything and there’s no roughness to his actions. In fact, this man seems to do everything elegantly without any wasted strength or motion. Still, the moment my shirt is off, my bra follows. His mouth clamps over one of my nipples, sending spiraling tremors of pleasure over me that adds more to my inability to do much at all.
Again, he moves so efficiently and effectively that I really don’t register everything. Somehow, though, I end up in his arms with just my panties on as he carries me. I guess that’s when I realize he has a big suite here. I didn’t even know this hotel had rooms like this. It’s more like a large apartment than a room. He must be wealthier than I know.
We end up in a room with an oversized bed and again his movements are so effortless, they’re hard to follow. I can tell you I end up on the bed, completely naked and he ends up naked from the waist up. I stare at his perfect chest, trying to wrap my head around how we got to this point. I have no idea how he got his shirt off. One moment, he’s completely clothed, and the next, he isn’t. A few seconds later, he climbs on the bed, though, and he’s naked.
That makes no sense to me. I mean, it’s like I’m just entranced or something. “How did…” I whisper but then all ability disappears because the man goes directly between my legs and when he puts his mouth on me, I lose all ability to speak or, for that matter, do anything at all.
I’ve never been eaten out before. In my limited sexual experience, I’ve given about a dozen blowjobs, but I’ve never had a man go down on me before.
So I don’t know if it feels this good every time a man puts his mouth on my pussy, but I imagine it doesn’t. It’s just fitting that the sexiest man I’ve ever met in my life is also the only man capable of making me feel this kind of pleasure.
“Oh God, Tan!” I cry out, except it’s more of a whisper because my body stiffens and freezes as pleasure courses through me like a series of electric shocks, each light flick of his tongue over my clit another burst of sensation.
“Oh God!” I cry again, “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!”
The climax is as surprising as it is powerful. Not that I’m surprised that I cum. I don’t know how it would be possiblenotto cum from the miracle he performs in between my legs. What’s surprising is that it happens so fast. The time it takes you to read the past few paragraphs describing me getting my clit sucked is how long it takes me to go from zero to by every measurable standard the most powerful orgasm of my life.
I shriek and explode underneath him, writhing and twisting and spasming as my body struggles to cope with the intensity of the pleasure I feel. I gasp and my hands tangle in his hair as I stare at him in wonder.
He keeps suckling me while I cum, and the orgasm strengthens as a result and doesn’t fade at all. It’s so powerful that I don’t even realize when he pulls his mouth off of me.
I realize when he slams his cock into my throbbing pussy. I realize that because the climax that hits me when he enters me makes the climax he gives me with his mouth seem like a little tickle.
My eyes and mouth fly wide open as I stare up at him in shock. I am keenly aware of every inch of his massive cock stretching me open as every inch of my pussy wraps tightly around him, conforming to every contour of his thick, powerful member and gripping his shaft just behind the ridge of his head so that with every thrust, it feels like my pussy is stroking his cock.
It must feel that way to him too because he doesn’t last much longer than I do before he cries out and his climax merges with my third. I cling tightly to him, screaming and shivering and focusing on the feeling of his cock pulsing deeply inside me, shooting warm, thick jets of cum into my grateful pussy. I feel my pussy suck hard on his cock, desperate to pull every drop of him out and into me where it belongs.
I drift to sleep in that position, arms, legs and pussy wrapped tightly around him. I’m grateful that I’m flying out tomorrow, because if I had a chance to see Tan again, then this would definitely become a problem. As it is, I can just enjoy the memory of what I am sure will end up being the best sex I’ll ever have.
* * *
Aiden
This girl…
I can still feel her even though she leaves right after the breakfast delivered by room service. I can still feel her now as I wait in the plane for the new lawyer to arrive. I’m astounded by her. I don’t know how much of that is the calling and how much of that is her personality and her very being. I know that I’m damned lucky she and I part ways because the girl is enough to make me do something almost unheard of in Dragon culture. The girl is enough to make me consider bowing out of my betrothal to Amelie Brantly.
The dragon approach to fidelity isn’t as strict as humanity’s. When Amelie and I are married, were one of us to sleep with another dragon, it would be a dramatic betrayal. To take human lovers, however, is a different matter. It’s not even frowned upon. If a couple wants a dragon child, in fact, it’s necessary to involve a human woman. If the couple wants a human child, a human man will be involved, so sleeping with others who aren’t dragons is perfectly fine.
The problem, though, is my feelings for Dana go well beyond simple tenderness. Were I not Aiden Tan Vipera, Sixth of the Name, Inheritor of the Three Kingdoms, Keeper of the Flame of Nar, and Protector of Destiny; that wouldn’t matter. See, the idea of breaking a betrothal is not unknown in Dragon culture. The idea of royalty breaking a betrothal is. The idea of the heir apparent to the throne breaking a betrothal is simply unthinkable.
That’s me, the crown prince. I will be the next king.
That isn’t imminent. My father is ninety-four years old. I am forty. Dragons typically live for centuries, and I have at least two hundred years before my father will start thinking about ceding the throne to anyone else.
Dragon politics really isn’t complicated, but it’s arrogant and frustrating. The primary arrogance comes from acknowledging the sentience of humans and human breeds while still organizing our society around the idea that they aren’t as important as us. If I had a nickel for every time a nanny told me, for example, that bear shifters are humans that become bears, wolf shifters are humans that become wolves, and the great cat shifters are humans that become tigers, leopards, panthers, and more but… Dragon shifters are dragons that become human. Well, if I had a nickel every time that point of pride was spouted, I’d match the family fortune, which is so obscenely large it can’t be accurately counted.
Damn it. I have to get my thoughts for Dana under control.
“Pauline, I wonder if you wouldn’t mind bringing me a drink,” I say.
