Larkspur

Larkspur Anny Cook

A stand-alone dragon story in the world of the Flowers of Camelot series.

There’s nothing worse than a horny dragon in search of his mate. Rajah, second-incommand to Percival the Wise, is winging over the northern seas when he spies the lissome Larkspur fleeing, with pirates in hot pursuit. Larkspur has dreamed about mating with a fabulous dragon of Chrystal Isle. When Rajah snatches her to the safety of his arms at the last possible moment, carrying her off to his lair, it leads to hours of hot lovemaking as he practices his most seductive wiles on his chosen mate.

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Larkspur ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Larkspur Copyright © 2010 Anny Cook Edited by Jaynie Ritchie Cover art by Syneca Electronic book Publication March 2010 The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502. Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

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Dedication For my editor, Jaynie, for her encouraging words. Thank you!

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Chapter One “Please, go! Find your mate before you drive all of us insane!” The words still echoed in Rajah’s mind more than a week after Percival, the mighty dragon leader, had banished him from Chrystal Isle until he’d found his mate. Though mildly resenting his banishment, Rajah understood Percival’s decision. There was nothing worse than a horny dragon. Except a horny dragon with no mate. Soaring over the far reaches of the Avalon Sea north of Hieney’s Hamlet, Rajah spied a dull glint in the rocky spires spearing up from the glittering waves. His heavy silver wings beat the air as he flew closer, curious about the strange flash. Then as he approached the spires, three pirate ships slipped from their hiding place, sailing into the open sea. Rajah wheeled to the east in pursuit. Another flash of light in the rocks captured his attention. Reluctantly he turned away, allowing the ships to escape. As one of the dragon patrol, even if he was temporarily banished, it was imperative he investigate that odd light. He approached the spires, his sharp eyes catching the furtive movements of a slight young woman awkwardly clambering up the wall of the tallest spire with two men in determined pursuit. The sun reflected from the swords slung over their backs as they picked their way upward. The woman was near the summit, but he judged that they would catch her before she could reach the dubious safety of the top. Swooping in close, he snatched her from the rock seconds before the man in the lead grasped her ankle. With a wild shriek, she beat at his claws with her fists as he flew out over the open sea. Abruptly, she seemed to realize the new danger she was in and ceased her pummeling, curling up in a tight ball instead.

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Rajah mentally debated their destination. Her scent intrigued him in the most distracting way. Blood rushed to his cock, adding to his difficulties. Suddenly the reason for the attraction dawned on him. She carried the distinctive scent of a virgin. Against all odds, on the virgin-challenged Avalon, he had rescued a potential mate. Immediately he changed course, heading for his lair high in the cliffs on the far southern tip of Chrystal Isle. He was determined to woo this small, frightened woman to be his mate.

Larkspur huddled in the hollow of the dragon’s claw, wondering what could possibly go wrong next. First, her father’s ship was attacked by pirates who made him walk the plank before taking her prisoner. Then, when she escaped, a dragon grabbed her before she could reach the sanctuary of the summit. And now they were winging over the open sea toward an unknown destination. She brushed a lone tear from her cheek, determined she would not give in to the despair that threatened to overwhelm her. In the tales her mother told her as she was growing up, the dragons were not unreasonable. In fact, according to her mother, dragons and unicorns were the most faithful of lovers and mates. As a young woman, Larkspur had dreamed of having a dragon or unicorn mate—even to the point of retaining her virginity in case her dreams came true. As she reached maturity, she’d reluctantly accepted just how unlikely her dreams were. Ordinary women didn’t meet dragons or unicorns. They were generally stuck with ordinary, unremarkable men. Now she wasn’t so sure about mating with a dragon. Her captor was much larger than she’d imagined. Perhaps she could persuade him to let her go. After all, what could he possibly want with her? She wasn’t a princess. She was only the ordinary daughter of a lowly ship owner.

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She wiggled around until she could peer through the space between the dragon’s claws. The rippling waves below them sparkled in the afternoon sunlight. Off to the west, the towering cliffs of southern Chrystal Isle rose from the sea. Lark speculated the dragon might be taking her to Ship Town, the big seaport on the western coast of Avalon. But no…he turned toward the cliffs, arrowing directly for a lair in the tallest cliff. With a muffled thump, he set down on the landing ledge, folded his wings and stomped into the dimly lit lair. Larkspur trembled, torn between fear and anticipation. Was she in true danger? Or were the old stories true? The tip of the dragon’s pale green tongue flicked into sight for a quick, unnerving moment. Perhaps dragons really did eat the maidens they captured. Then the dragon opened his claw and gently released her on a soft rug spread in front of his hearth. One brisk puff from his mouth and a fire snapped merrily in the fireplace, comfortably warming the lair. Her alarm temporarily abated, Larkspur studied her surroundings carefully. The lair was quite bare except for an enormous, luxurious, fluffy pallet in the corner and the huge rug where she stood. Through the open archway near the pallet, she caught a glimpse of other rooms carved from the cliff. Clearly, the dragon was not a frequent entertainer. “You are safe,” the dragon assured her gruffly. “I won’t hurt you.” She turned to face him, eyeing his huge erection with trepidation. “Uh-huh.” “We’ll get to my needs later. Your needs come first. Are you thirsty or hungry?” he inquired politely. “Not really.” Lark folded her arms over her breasts, hoping to hide the hard nipples that had suddenly tightened for no apparent reason as she kept an eye on his cock. It pulsed in the most intriguing manner, which was quite puzzling to her as she couldn’t imagine any possible way she could make use of it. “I am Rajah,” he informed her as he sat back on his haunches. “I claim you as my mate.” 8

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Her eyes flew to his face. He regarded her with an unwinking gaze. “That isn’t going to work,” she objected. “You’re too big.” She pointed to his cock. “That thing will kill me.” Rajah’s long, slithering forked tongue swept over his lower lip as he caught another whiff of her virginal scent. “Trust me. It will all work out.” “I don’t think so.” She scrambled around him, heading for the landing ledge. Surely there was a way to escape. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen! In the tales her mother told her, the dragon or unicorn courted the girl before claiming her only after obtaining her father’s permission. Didn’t this Rajah know the rules? Evidently not, since he followed her out to the ledge. “What is your name, pretty one?” Annoyed, she snapped, “Lark. Larkspur, actually, but everyone calls me Lark.” “That’s a beautiful name.” “Thank you,” she said primly as she stared out over the sea. “My father named me.” Rajah’s tongue flickered out, grazing over her ankles before sliding up beneath her skirt to explore her legs. Lark jumped and whirled to face him. “What do you think you’re doing?” Withdrawing his tongue, he confessed, “You’re so enticing.” “So what? That doesn’t mean you can just poke your tongue between my legs. That’s so rude! I don’t even know you.” He picked her up, carried her back into his lair and settled her in the center of his bed pallet. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to be rude,” he teased. “Allow me to help you undress so we can get acquainted.” With one hook of his claw, he ripped her dress from her body, leaving her gloriously naked. Shocked, Larkspur stared up at the big silver dragon leaning over her so eagerly. “I don’t suppose you’ll let me go? My father would pay handsomely for my return.”

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“Really? We must visit him after our bonding.” “Our bonding? No, no,” she protested. “I have to find him first.” Frown wrinkles rippled up Rajah’s forehead. “What do you mean find him?” “The pirates made him walk the plank.” She sat up, scooting back to lean against the pillows. “I need to find him.” “What makes you think he didn’t drown?” “He’s a dolphin shifter.” Settling back on his haunches, he regarded her thoughtfully. “So he’s not likely to drown,” he concluded. “No,” she agreed. “But he’ll be looking for me. You have to let me go.” “Well, no,” he said almost apologetically. “I don’t think I can give you up now that I’ve tasted you.” His tongue flicked out to caress her tiny nipples before slithering down to dive between her legs. As he explored the swelling folds of her pussy, he groaned, emitting puffs of smoke. “Ambrosia!” he growled before gently poking one point of his forked tongue in her pussy while he teased her clit with the other point. Lark was startled at the exciting heat his tongue generated wherever it touched her. Memories of her old arousing dreams of making love with a dragon came back to her. Involuntarily she spread her legs, arching her hips. Rajah instantly rewarded her with a firmer caress before withdrawing and sitting back on his feet. When she whimpered in protest, he pressed, “Will you stay? Will you be mine? Willingly?” “You won’t hurt me?” Lark sat up, facing Rajah, staring him squarely in the eyes. “You swear?” “On my honor as a warrior of the dragons of Chrystal Isle, I swear to protect you and love you for the rest of your days.” “Love?” she questioned doubtfully. “Isn’t it sort of fast to declare love?”

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“The dragon bond works quickly,” he admitted. “Once we are mated, I will be content to wait for you to love me in return.” “What if I can’t love you?” Lark frowned as she tried to remember the dragon lore she’d been taught by her mother. “Isn’t there something in the stories about the bond being permanent?” Puffs of smoke streamed from his nostrils as Rajah sighed quietly. “Yes, the bond is permanent. Truly,” he pleaded, “I pledge to do all in my power to make you happy.” “Including finding my father? And replacing my dress?” she pressed, even as she privately acknowledged her unusual attraction for this particular dragon. Maybe, just maybe, her dreams were going to come true. “Eventually.” There was a roguish glint in his eyes as they roamed over her nakedness. “I give you my most solemn promise to help you find your father after our bonding. But, as he is in no immediate danger, surely there is no reason to rush off to his rescue. Is there?” he asked as he gave her nipples a naughty flick with his tongue. “You are a wicked dragon,” she accused before lying down with her legs spread wide. “Very, very wicked.” His tail swished from side to side before curling around his legs. His wings snapped open then curved down to enfold them like a tent. “Come,” he commanded, offering her an open palm. She rolled to her feet and crawled onto his hand, settling comfortably on the pebbled scales. “Now what?” “I’ll show you. First, look at my cock.” Lark leaned over the side of his hand, staring at his cock. “I don’t know how to tell you this, Rajah, but there is not any way that’s gonna fit. Too bad, because it’s a pretty yummy cock,” she added wistfully. “It will all work out. What I want you to look at right now is the little openings running along the length. See them?”

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She peered down, noticing the parallel lines of tiny openings that began at the base of his cock and ended near the fat, bulbous head. “Yeah. What about them?” “Those are the secret to initiating my shift to human form.” “Huh. You have a human form?” Larkspur sat back, contemplating the wondrous possibilities of Rajah in human form. She was already fond of his forked tongue, but if it meant having a human-sized cock at her disposal, she was willing to help him change from his dragon form. “What do we do?” “You will straddle my cock while I bring you to climax. When your sweet pussy juice seeps into the openings, it will begin the transformation.” “What will complete the transformation?” she inquired curiously, even as she squirmed excitedly at the idea of riding that huge cock. The skin looked so soft and the staff was so hard. Her pussy was rapidly growing wet as she thought of holding his cock between her legs. He cleared his throat, releasing little puffs of smoke. “When I come, the transformation sequence will be complete. I’ll be able to change to my human form.” “Put me down,” she commanded as she noted a clear drop welling from the tip of his cock. “Why?” “I want to taste you. Please!” Instead of acquiescing to her demand, he settled her on his cock, facing the tip, holding her firmly in place with one hand while he captured the drop of pre-cum with a claw on his other and offered it for her delectation. Delicately, she licked his claw, delighted with his taste. “More!” “First, we’ll make sure you’re in place. Then I’ll feed you more.” Rajah bent his head so his tongue slithered between his pebbled palm and her chest. When he flicked her nipples, she writhed in growing arousal. “Rajah!”

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“Yes, love?” “I need more!” “Rub your breasts against my palm. And rock that little pussy on my cock,” he breathed heavily. “Watch me make myself come for you.” His wings snapped up, flapping wildly before settling cozily around them. She wrapped her arms around one claw and arched madly against his palm, rubbing her excited pussy over the soft suede skin. Whimpering, she watched him stroke his cock. Impossibly, it swelled and lengthened even more. With a sly move, the tip of his tongue slid between her legs, flicking her tiny clit. She shrieked and writhed as her body tightened in orgasm. The rush of her pussy juice trickled through the openings as she trembled and convulsed against his big body. He groaned and then with a mighty roar, his seed pulsed from the tip of his heavy cock. Larkspur was so entranced by the sight, her body gathered in a smaller second climax before her head drooped in exhaustion. With a little sigh, she slid into the safe haven of sleep.

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Chapter Two When she woke, she was alone on the soft pallet. The fire was still burning in the hearth and two lamps hanging on the wall above the pallet were lit. Then a strange young man, naked and obviously aroused, walked in from the landing ledge. “You’re awake!” Cautiously, she ventured, “Rajah?” “That’s me.” As if waiting for her assessment, he stood with his hands on his hips at the foot of the pallet. She sat up and minutely examined him from head to toe. His silvery blond hair was very long, streaming over his broad shoulders down to his waist. Gratefully she realized he wasn’t too tall, but well proportioned with a wide chest, sturdy legs and strong arms. At the juncture of his thighs, a fat, enticing cock exactly the right size for her jutted out over the heavy balls hanging between his legs. She sighed with contentment as she rolled to her knees and crawled toward him. She reached out to grasp his cock in her hand as it pulsed, releasing a tiny pearl of fluid. “Now I can taste you,” she exclaimed before her tongue slid over the tip. His flavor was the same as before his change, spicy and cinnamony. She whimpered and sucked the tip of his cock while her fingers fluttered over his genitals, exploring his staff and hefting the gentle weight of his testicles. With a stifled curse, Rajah cradled her head in his hands, supporting and guiding her touch. In response, she opened her mouth wider, taking in more of his cock, sucking and licking with avid interest. Her tongue lashed along the underside of his staff as she pressed the head against the roof of her mouth. “Lark!” he groaned as he widened his stance. Delighted, she delved between his muscular thighs, tenderly playing with his balls, lightly tweaking the loose skin. She 14

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rolled the solid orbs within the palm of her hand. Abruptly, he pulled away. “Not this time.” Resting her butt on her heels, she frowned at him as she licked her swollen lips, savoring the last remnants of his flavor. “What?” Crouching in front of her, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. “This time, we complete the bond. After that we can play all we wish.” “Oh.” “There’s so much I want to do with you now that I’m in my human form. I want to lick your nipples. And suck your pussy. And kiss you all over your body…” he added as his lips touched hers. She lay back on the pallet. He followed her down, stretching out on top of her. She opened her legs, cradling him between her thighs as she held him close. “Show me.”

Rajah inhaled her heady scent as he savored her soft curves. He rubbed his chest against the tight little nipples begging for attention before bending his head to take one into his warm mouth. When she arched up, he responded by sucking harder, pressing the crinkled tip to the roof of his mouth. A breathless little scream escaped her. He switched to the other nipple while rolling the first one with his fingertips, brushing the very tip with his thumb. Lark whimpered, lifting her hips in silent invitation. Rajah released her nipple with a soft pop. “You’re not in a hurry, are you?” he teased. “Give me your cock,” she demanded. He shifted until the wet tip nudged her damp center. “If you want it, come and get it,” he taunted softly.

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Tightening her legs around his hard buttocks, she raised her hips with a desperate lunge, impaling her anxious pussy on his rigid staff. Rajah held firm, applying steady, gentle pressure while she struggled to squeeze his fat cock in her tight, slippery sheath. The sting of stretched muscles was brushed aside in her determination to have every last bit of him buried deep inside. “Harder,” she panted. “Help me.” Without delay, he plunged, filling her to the hilt. He groaned. She sighed. Still and silent, they rested, motionless, as they absorbed the wonder of their first joining. “Yes,” she murmured. “This feels wonderful.” “You’re so tight,” he grunted as he slowly withdrew until just the head of his cock rested inside. She tilted her hips up in pursuit. “Put it back!” A gust of laughter spurted out as Rajah enthusiastically thrust his cock deep into her welcoming warmth. “I live to keep you happy,” he teased as the muscles in her pussy clutched his length with warm, slick strength. She wound her arms and legs around him until they touched everywhere from chest to hips. “No wonder there aren’t any virgins on Avalon,” she muttered. “Who would refuse something as incredible as this?” “Not many,” Rajah admitted. “At first, I was glad that I found you because you were a virgin, but now…now I’m glad I found you just because you’re you. You’re beautiful, Lark. Your scent is enticing. And you’re incredibly sexy.” She raised her hands to cup his face. “You don’t have to say things like that, you know. I will still stay with you.” “I don’t say them to make you happy. I say them because they’re true.” He turned his head to kiss her palm. “I’m falling in love with you,” he said soberly. “I know you’re

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not ready yet. You might not be ready for a long time.” His cock pulsed and throbbed deep in her sheath. “I could spend the rest of my life just like this.” Abruptly, he grinned and rolled with her until she was perched on top. “I’m too heavy for you so we’ll try it like this. You can take as much of my cock as you want this way.” Lark sat straight up, ground her pussy down on his groin and grinned back at him. “I like it!” Rajah reclined against the pillows, watching her rock and sway above him. Her breasts bobbed and jiggled. “Lean down closer so I can suck your nipples.” Immediately she obeyed, bracing her arms on his shoulders. Her eyes closed as she hummed under her breath. With delight, Rajah cupped her breasts in his big hands, lightly flicking the tight nipples with his thumbs before taking one in his warm mouth. Lark rocked her hips in tandem with his avid sucking, rubbing her clit against his hard pubic bone. With each roll, Rajah savored the milking grasp and release of her pussy on his cock. For years he’d speculated about what it would feel like when he finally had his own woman. It was nothing like he imagined. Her pussy was warmer and much wetter and far snugger than he had dreamed. And when she moved…he had no words for how that felt. Her taste was honey and spice. His mouth watered at the memory of her cream on his tongue as he’d explored her before their bonding ritual. He was torn between the prospect of spending hours with his cock soaking in her tight sheath or feasting on her pussy juice with his long tongue buried in her pussy. Both notions were equally attractive, though the sweet taste of her nipples in his mouth as her hips tirelessly fucked him was a powerful incentive. Suddenly Lark opened her eyes and sat up with a frustrated frown. “I need you to fuck me.” “I have a suggestion,” he said. “Hop off and get on your hands and knees.” 17

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At once, she moved onto the pallet next to him. When she was in position, he knelt behind her, cupping the plush curves of her ass. “I’ll fuck you from behind. You should feel more this way.” With a little lurch, she glanced at him over her shoulder. “Really?” “Really.” He trailed his thumbs down the crease between her cheeks, stopping briefly to tease her anus. “Soon I’ll fuck you here too.” “What?” “Trust me,” he assured her. “I’ll never hurt you nor do anything that doesn’t give you pleasure. For now, I might slide my finger in your ass while we fuck.” She shied away before settling back so that his cock nudged her pussy. “Put it in, Rajah.” He moved closer, thrusting in deep and strong. Lark groaned and rocked back, panting, “More! More! Harder!” Anxious to provide whatever she needed, Rajah gripped her hips and relentlessly pounded her pussy as she sank down so her shoulders rested on the pillow and thrust her hands between her legs to massage her clit. Her ass tilted higher, positioning her pussy perfectly so his cock rubbed exactly the right spot inside with every thrust. Capturing some of her cream on his finger, Rajah gently worked it inside her ass, massaging her tight passage as he fucked with increasing ardor. Lark’s pussy convulsed around his cock, squeezing and tugging as he fought to hold out until she was satisfied. With a last ear-splitting shriek, she collapsed beneath him. Chest heaving and heart pounding, Rajah gave a final thrust as his scalding seed spurted against her womb. Slowly, he exhaustedly rolled them to the side where they nestled together, trying to catch their breath while they reveled in the afterglow of their gentle pulsing aftershocks. Finally, after several long moments, he inhaled deeply and inquired, “Are you all right?”

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“Oh yeah.” She turned her head, gently kissing his sweaty biceps. “I have never been more all right.” “Excellent. So you won’t mind doing it again in a little while?” he asked hopefully. Shaky laughter pealed from Lark. “That all depends on whether you can provide a bath and food first.” “I can do that. Just as soon as I catch my breath and my muscles quit their imitation of wet noodles.” His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer at the same time his cock seemed to take on new life. Tucking her head beneath his chin, he whispered, “Do you mind just staying here like this awhile?” She cuddled against his chest. “No, of course not. I thought men required some recovery time?” “Maybe it’s a dragon thing. Or maybe it’s a Lark thing. I can’t seem to keep it down.” “Maybe it’s just a good thing,” she said sleepily. “Anyway, I like the way you fill my pussy. I never knew how empty I was before.” “I’ll make sure you’re never empty again. For as long as we live.”

As they snuggled, Lark had a smile on her face. Rajah’s cock filled her to perfection, completing her in a way she’d never quite thought possible. Gently, she tightened her inner muscles, clutching the hard flesh. His cock throbbed, pulsing in her grasp. Involuntarily, she squeezed again. “You know, if you keep that up, our nap is going to be history,” he warned. “I’ve decided naps are overrated.”

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Chapter Three In the early evening, Lark stretched out in the tub in Rajah’s sumptuous bathing room, luxuriating in steaming, vanilla-scented water. Soft candlelight illuminated the room with a golden glow. High overhead stars twinkled above the open spire that Rajah had sealed with clear glass. Rajah carried a heavy tray loaded with an impromptu feast into the room and set it on a table next to the tub. Lark licked her lips in anticipation as her eyes flickered over the colorful spread. Chocolate frogs, toast points spread with ground goose livers, dark blue grapes from southern Avalon and pale green imported cheese from Alfland. Her eyes widened when she saw the dusty blue bottle of rare Came-a-lot Champagne and the two sparkling crystal flutes. Her father could buy an entire fleet of ships for the price of one glass of Came-a-lot Champagne. Rajah was celebrating their bonding in lavish style. “It looks wonderful!” He grinned as he uncorked the champagne. “I’m glad I bonded with a woman who appreciates the finer things in life.” She sat up and plucked a toast point from the tray. “As far as I’m concerned, you are the finest thing I’ve encountered so far. But I admit that you certainly know how to impress a girl.” He poured the champagne, stepped into the tub and settled opposite her then handed her one flute and kept the other for himself. “I never dreamed I would find a mate,” he said. “You are far more than I ever hoped for. You’re intelligent and sexy and have a wonderful sense of humor…and sexy and witty and…did I mention sexy?” Lark vainly tried to suppress a giggle. “I think you might have mentioned it a time or two,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. He reached out to tweak one of her nipples in retaliation. 20

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“I was afraid when you snatched me from the cliff and brought me back to your lair. But you’ve proven to be loving and wise and patient. You’re also incredibly sexy and well built. And of course, you have a yummy cock!” she added impishly. With a soft chime, Rajah touched his flute to hers. “To us. May our first century be filled with joy. May our second century be one of contentment. May our third century be blessed with many descendents.” “Three centuries?” Lark’s voice shot up the scale to high soprano. “Dolphin shifters don’t live that long!” “Ah, but you’re no longer just the daughter of a dolphin shifter. You’re my mate and our lives will be spent together until our time is done.” “Three hundred years? That is a very long life, Rajah.” “Actually,” he corrected with commendable delicacy, “most dragons live much longer. A normal lifetime might even be as long as eight or nine hundred years.” Solemnly, she considered that startling revelation before gently clinking her flute against his. Then she echoed his toast, slyly adding, “May we be happily occupied with each other for the next nine hundred years!” When they finished their champagne, Rajah set the glasses on the table before positioning Lark so that she straddled his thighs. “Lift up,” he commanded. She raised her bottom so he could position his cock at her pussy’s entrance. Then she slowly sat back down as he slid deep inside. “Now we’ll eat.” Her pussy squeezed his fat cock. He stared down at her with a peculiar expression on his face. “Maybe we’ll eat. If you keep that up, I’ll lose all interest in food.” “One-track mind?” she taunted. “Oooh. A challenge, huh? All right, sweetheart. We’ll see who breaks first.” He randomly plucked a piece of cheese from the serving tray and offered it to her. As soon

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as she was busy chewing, he cradled her shoulders in his big hands, leaning her back so he could nibble at her hard nipples. Lark squeaked and grabbed his ears, holding him closer. “Harder,” she whispered. “Suck harder.” His cock pulsed and thrust deeper as he met her demand. Alternating with the sucking, he held the tip with his teeth while he lashed it with his tongue. When Lark rose up on her knees as though to ride his cock, Rajah wrapped one brawny arm around her hips and held her still. She pounded on his shoulders. “I need to move!” He lifted his head, capturing her mouth as he held her still for his plundering tongue. When she was thoroughly subdued, he murmured in one ear, “Not yet. We’re going to make this last longer than three seconds.” She whimpered as her pussy clutched his cock. “I need you.” “It’ll be better if we hold off a while. Now, grape or cheese?” “Goose liver.” He smiled. “Goose livers it is. Help yourself while I tend to these needy little nipples. They’re pouting so sweetly.” “Rajah,” she groaned as she arched toward the pressure of his hot, wet mouth. “Eat,” he commanded sternly. Blindly she reached for the tray, snatching the first thing she touched and sticking it in her mouth. It was a chocolate frog, followed by two grapes, a cheese cube and finally a toast point smeared with goose liver.

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But apparently Lark had other ideas. She lifted her hips until they were uncoupled then stood and moved to the other end of the tub, under the warm waterfalls that tumbled from high on the wall down a series of artistically arranged steps. “What are you doing?” he asked with a frown. Perched with her bottom in the flowing water on the bottom step, she tilted her head to one side and smiled. “I love the way it feels as the water rushes past my pussy. Come and try it.” Contemplating that smile, he decided it was pure temptation. He climbed to his feet and joined her on the step, only then discovering the shallow whirlpool hidden under the bubbling water. The rush of the racing water lightly pummeled his testicles and cock, providing a sensual massage unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Lark moved to her knees, bending over to pluck a small bowl of soft-vanilla-scented soap from the shelf beside the tub. Rajah’s forked tongue flicked out, slithering along his lips at the enticing sight of her slick pink folds and especially the tempting, crinkled anus. When she set the bowl within reach, he immediately scooped up some of the creamy soap on his fingers before sliding them along the shadowy crevice until he reached his target. Lark twitched and let out a soft squeal. “Shhh.” Wrapping his other arm around her waist, he steadied her on her knees while he gently toyed with the opening. “You liked it when I did this before. Just relax.” “Rajah…” Cupping a plump breast in his hand, he lightly plucked at the nipple while slipping one finger inside her taut entrance. “I promise not to hurt you,” he crooned. Lark jerked and then perched tensely on her knees. “Straddle my legs,” Rajah suggested. “That way you can sit on my thighs while I play for a while.” He held his arms out to the sides while she shifted position. When she would have settled chest to chest, he shook his head. “No, face away from me.”

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Lark shot him an uncertain glance, but turned around as he directed. On her knees with her ass resting on his legs, she looked over her shoulder and asked, “Now what?” “Now take some of the soap and rub it over your breasts. Play with your nipples while I prepare you.” Clearly nervous, Lark scooped up some of the soap and smeared it over her chest. Bubbles formed on her slick skin in the fine spray from the waterfall, streaming down over her belly and legs. “Lean forward just a little,” he said as he carefully poked one soapy, inquisitive finger at her opening. “Push out.” When she obeyed him, his finger slid inside in a smooth thrust. Her breath hitched at the unfamiliar sensations. “Rajah?” “Play with your nipples,” he soothed as he peeked over her shoulder. “Pinch them, Lark.”

“O-okay.” Pinching and tugging for all she was worth, she tried to keep her mind off what Rajah was doing to her ass, but it was difficult. The feeling of his thick finger impaling her was so alien and naughty. She was sure his finger filled her to capacity. And then on the next decadent thrust, he added a second finger to her ass at the same time that he lightly pinched her clit with his other hand. She squeaked and wriggled, uncertain of which direction to move. Hot streaks of sensation zipped up her spine. Her belly clenched hard as moisture slid from her pussy. She rolled her nipples between her fingers as she struggled to adjust to the distracting pressure of his fingers thrusting in her tight ass. The slick tension gradually morphed into an enticing, dark pleasure. Involuntarily, she pushed back, pursuing the alluring fullness. In response, Rajah added a third finger on the next thrust. Lark exhaled with an audible whoosh as her entire body seemed to tighten. “Rajah.”

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“That’s my name,” he whispered as he thrust deep, holding his fingers in place as he gently spread them, stretching and caressing her tight flesh. “Are you all right?” “I think so.” Uncertainly, she rolled her hips in an effort to accommodate his fingers. “Uh, it feels very tight.” “As you relax, it will feel better.” Slyly, he shifted the fingers on his other hand, inserting them into her pussy while he massaged her clit with his thumb. “Stars of Avalon!” she blurted. “Ah, you like that,” he teased. “Imagine my cock in your ass and my fingers in your pussy. Or maybe I’ll fetch the glass cock I have in my toy chest. I would love to fuck your pussy with it while I fill your ass. Would you like that, my love?” Lark refused to answer his provocative question; the fresh cream from her pussy that drenched his fingers was answer enough. The mere idea aroused her. Then Rajah withdrew his fingers from her slick pussy and leaned over the side of the waterfall. Puzzled, she watched him press a small protrusion in the rock. A section opened, revealing a glittering silvery basket. Plunging his hand into the basket, Rajah extracted a fat glass cylinder, which he handed to her before closing the hidden cache. “There you are, beloved. Use the soap to make sure it’s nice and slippery. Then I’ll slide it into your greedy little pussy.” Lark lost no time in soaping the glass cock with a generous hand. She swirled the soft soap the length of the rod, taking particular care with the flared head at the tip. Narrow lines of tiny bumps spiraled down the entire length from the tip to the looped handle. As she smoothed her slender fingertips over the nodules, she trembled at the thought of them arousing her inflamed flesh to new heights. Once it was prepared to her satisfaction, Rajah helped her lean back against his chest as she spread her legs. “Put it in, love. Slowly.” She fumbled a moment until she had the tip in place. Then as they watched together in breathless fascination, she slowly inserted the glittering rod. Her pussy stretched

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around the glass cock bit by bit, pressing against the thick fingers buried in her ass. Lark moaned and rocked her hips, determined to take as much as possible. When it was in to the hilt, Rajah nudged her gently up on her knees. “Hold on tight while I put my cock in your ass,” he urged breathlessly. After positioning the tip, he slipped his fingers out as he pressed forward, replacing them with his rigid cock. At the same time, he carefully pulled her hips toward him so that she sat on his lap as his cock inexorably made a place for itself. Her breath froze as her body adjusted to the incredible fullness. Suddenly, realizing she was getting lightheaded, she inhaled sharply just as Rajah took responsibility for the glass rod. “Now play with your nipples while I fuck you,” he growled. “When you come, I want you to scream loud enough for every dragon on Chrystal Isle to hear you and know that you are mine!” Impaled front and back, Lark trembled with the overload of sensation as she fondled and tugged her nipples. At first, the stretch and pinch of the two cocks was almost more than she could bear. Abruptly, the feelings coalesced into a fiery volcano of arousal, making it impossible for her to stay still. Compelled by something beyond her control, she squirmed and ground her hips, demanding the thrust and withdrawal of the cocks filling her. “That’s right,” Rajah encouraged her. “Fuck me, sweetheart. Squeeze your little pussy and ass until we both come.” Never had anyone used such language with Lark. She found it wildly exciting and followed Rajah’s suggestions enthusiastically, unaware her responses gave him the clues he needed to keep up a steady litany of words encouraging her, driving her onward until her screams echoed back from the towering spire as her body tightened in overwhelming orgasm. “Rajah!” she shrieked. “Hold me!”

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About the Author Anny Cook learned to read at five years old. Learning to write was a natural extension. Through her adult years—while a wife, mother, grandmother, fast-food cook, warehouse book packer, Girl Scout and Cub Scout Leader, perpetual college student, executive secretary and adult education teacher—writing served as the anchor that kept her sane. Well, maybe not exactly sane, but close to it. Today, after thirty-five years with kids, cats, dogs, guinea pigs and hamsters, she and her husband are empty nesters. Sigh. Finally, there’s time—and quiet—to write in peace.

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