Spearing the Dragon

TWENTY-FIVE

       Navileth took slow strides into the medical bay aboard the Jormungandr, Eirys sitting on one of the tables, wrapping her arm with one hand. He walked up to her and finished for her, and she gave him a chiding look.
"I'm sure we have a regular medic for tasks like this."
"And there's none here. It's just you and me."
She looked at him for the comment as he pressed the adhesive to the bandage. His gentle hand brushed her hair away from the gash on her forehead.
"We heal quickly, sir,"
He looked down at a tray beside him, putting some ointment on his fingers and applying it gently to her wound.
"Don't you think after all this time you could call me Navi?"
"I wouldn't dare."
"Navileth?"
She began to feel pressure in her chest at his proximity, her heart not obeying her command and sped up a little anyway. When she didn't respond, he dropped his hand, looking at her.
"Is that a yes or a maybe?" he asked with a smile in his eyes, Eirys silently cursing him for the effortless power he had over her. The back of his hand touched her chin, the increased heartbeat transitioning to losing her breath as his hand found her jaw. When he leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss, she shut her eyes, wondering if she dreamed. Again. She just as softly returned it before leaning back from him.
"Wow."
He smiled. "First time in quite awhile I got a wow with zero tongue involved."
She looked away quickly and the rosiness to her cheeks charmed him. She cleared her throat, standing from the table.
"I'm sure they need me on the operations deck..." She walked away while she still spoke and Navileth smiled after her.

After spending exactly twenty minutes on the operations deck to check on the progress with tracking General Morloc's personal transport and the accommodations given to their guests, one of the navigators insisted she go rest. Another enforcer might have knocked him on his ass for suggesting she was weak, but she nodded, turning to leave. She was sure Navileth would stride inside any minute and she wanted to put distance between them.
She strode inside her room to stop walking so suddenly, she almost tripped over her own feet, staring at the form of Navileth Morloc sitting in a chair against the wall next to her bedside table. He wore nothing but a robe, thankfully tied together, one leg draped over one of the armrests, looking at her with warm eyes that reminded her of a lion in familiar territory.
While she tried to think of something to say to dissuade him, he lifted a hand for her to come closer. The summons she'd seen him give plenty in his parlor in the pleasure house melted whatever resistance she would have offered. She walked closer on rubbery legs, her heart doing somersaults in her chest just with those lion eyes on her. When she arrived in front of him, he reached out to lift her leg, pulling her closer, to straddle him, she realized quickly.
Eirys took a step back in near panic, those eyes never changing. She shook her head.
"I'm not sexy like that, I never have been, my legs probably don't work that way..."
His eyes only smiled at the seeming rejection of his advances.
"Lay on the bed then."
Her heart jumped into her throat, her knees frustratingly weak at the invitation.
"Navileth—"
"There we go," he said smoothly as he rose from the chair like a dancer stepping from a platform, his hands resting on her arms as he backed her up. When the back of her knees found the mattress, she obeyed, laying on her back. He easily straddled her, leaning back to brush her hair from her face before his hand reached under her head and took the restraint from her hair without snagging. She could do nothing else but look up into those fond eyes.
"You have had other lovers, I trust," he said in a tone like his eyes. She cleared her throat, her chest tight.
"Yes, a few, but I...I've never been very participative."
The fondness in his eyes dimmed for subtle concern.
"Did you not enjoy yourself with them?"
"Not really, but they wanted to, so I..."
By the growing frown in his eyes, she began to feel embarrassed.
"Did they force you?"
"One, yes, but that is the way of our people, isn't it?"
The frown reached his mouth.
       "Only if both are dominant."
"I've just never been a sexual person..."
The back of his hand caressed her face and she calmed a little at the touch that reminded her of the way a cat comforts its owner. He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss that almost made her forget the conversation. The back of his hand ran gently down her front, and it took her a few moments to realize he unzipped her uniform down to the hem of the tunic. He leaned back, scooting down as he peeled her pants off, those lion eyes never leaving hers.
His hands delicately ran over her legs, Eirys spellbound when he dipped his head like the animal to which she compared him, bending down for a drink from a lake. He pleasured her slowly, delicately, while her spine went ramrod straight, her breathing quickened, shutting her eyes. She arched her spine without realizing it, a plaintive moan passing her lips as her heartbeat sped up. Her emotions quickly overwhelmed her before pleasure exploded inside her, shocking her.
Navileth rested on his side beside her as she tried to regain her composure, his hand turning her face toward him to kiss her with a sumptuous slow burn, her body still on fire from his attentions. He leaned back from her, a thumb trailing down her jaw and she found it difficult to think clearly, her body telling her things it never had before.
"Is this all you want?" he asked her quietly. She didn't respond, only looked at him with all the feelings running through her, mixing with her first true bout of lust. A smile filled his eyes. "I'm going to need a verbal response, sweetheart."
"N-no," she managed with a dry throat. "I...I want you."
Warmth filled his eyes that now contributed to the ache between her legs. He sat up, untying his robe and she watched him in fascination as he cast it off him and onto the floor. She was surprised when he took her hips and brought her on top of him as he settled on his back. Her legs settled around him and he pulled her thighs closer, the feel of him pressing against her doing curious things to her brain. His hands moved to the corset enforcers wore underneath their uniform.
"Take this off," he said in a gentle command. She reached behind her, straightening her spine as she did, unclipping it at her back. It unraveled and he took it gently away, letting it drop over the bed. She scooted down to pleasure him when he touched her chin, his eyes telling her no. She moved up again, resettling into a straddle, realizing she liked the feel of it. "Touch me," he said quietly. She obeyed this command without hesitation. She gently stroked him, her body responding before his. "You can go harder," he said with a smile in his eyes.
She leaned down and kissed him hungrily, her hand taking him in a powerful grip, moving herself over him as the fire inside her increased to an inferno. His hands found her hips, moving with her as she ground against him. A moan escaped her throat as desire held her in a vise, rubbing herself against him desperately. When she felt his hardness pressing against her, she released a little cry of longing. Eirys leaned back just enough to meet his softly desirous lion eyes.
"Move onto me," he softly commanded and she did so almost before he finished speaking. Her back arched as pleasure seemed to burst from everywhere at once, a moan she didn't care to muffle escaping her lips. She rode him hard, not recognizing the whining cries that left her. She felt his hands on her ass, pulling her closer and he sheathed himself inside her. Eirys arched her spine, moaning, pleasure overwhelming every other sensation.
She found herself on her back and she barely realized she'd moved. He rode her smoothly, with just enough power to have her crying out in pleasure, her hands in his hair as she brought his mouth down to hers. Her thighs tightened around him, grinding against him with desperation, needing more of him. The pleasure mounted more and more, without immediate release, until she was gasping and whining. He kissed her throat as his thrusts increased in speed. Her orgasm snuck up on her, and she cried out in final release. 
They settled before he leaned back to look down at her. His lion eyes softened on her, lifting a finger to the corner of her eye. He bent his head to kiss the moisture beneath it and her chest tightened as her eyes filled with fresh tears, made from emotion and not exertion. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, pressing her face into his black hair with silver running through it. He rocked her gently and she held onto him tightly, certain this was the best moment of her life.

Eirys awoke when she felt movement on the bed behind her. She turned onto her back, watching him move as he went to the refreshment room. Her contentment was destroyed when as he crossed the threshold, a long blade shot out from the refreshment room. He slid to the side, catching only a flesh wound as he grabbed the intruder and threw him into the bedroom.
She sat up, bringing the sheet up around herself, staring in utter powerlessness as Navileth rammed General Morloc against the wall, his arm at his throat. The Black Dragon punched him in the ribs, Navileth grunting as his third cousin shoved him backward. With near grace, Morloc slid a boot under the blade on the floor and threw into the air, catching it by the hilt.
"Those years in the pleasure house have done you some good, I see," the Black Dragon said as he crouched while they danced around each other. They met in a struggle of strength, Navileth twisting his wrist to release the long knife, but somehow he ended up with his back to the wall, Morloc's hand at his throat.
"Quick, but not quick enough," the old General said with an evil smile.
"Are you sure about that?"
Morloc looked down to see a blade at his belly, and he looked confused a moment before he raised an approving gaze to him.
"Still as slippery. Yet you won't deal the blow, we all know."
Navileth grit his teeth. "I'm not eager to eliminate the last member of my family."
"Family, bah, family is for advantage. This one could give me more of a challenge. She seemed to be enjoying you more than she enjoyed sucking my cock. You remember that, don't you, girl?"
Navileth's face went red before he drove the blade inside him, up, toward his heart. Morloc stumbled back, ripping the blade out, casting it away.
"You were always an emotional fighter. Missed my heart though. Come at me again, darling." Navileth didn't move, his muscles tight for what the old elf would do next. "Must I threaten her to get a reaction out of you? You were always a dull opponent unless someone you care about was in danger. Pathetic for a Morloc."
He drew a long, sharp blade from his back and Navileth went rigid. He waited for his move when the door slid open and someone stepped inside, a moment later an arrow from a crossbow sliced through the air and caught the old dragon in the heart, shoving him against the wall. The knife dropped and he slid down at the wall, dead before he hit the floor.
Navileth looked at the individual he didn't know, looking down at his dead relation. Navileth's eyes sharpened on him.
"How did a Midgardian get aboard my vessel?"
"He's with me," Alvaen said as he stepped inside, looking down at the General. Navileth gave the Midgardian a cold look.
"A coward's weapon," he said quietly. "He was mine to deal with—"
"You know it never would have ended, Navileth," Eirys said, his gaze gentling a hair as he turned to look at her. The Midgardian with cold blue eyes that would challenge a Dokkalfr's turned and left the bedroom without a word, Navileth's begrudgingly approving eyes following him. Alvaen looked away awkwardly before turning to leave the room, Navileth letting him go. He sat down on the foot of the bed, looking at his dead relation. Eirys scooted to the edge of the bed and he looked at her with softened eyes, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Sorry about all that."
She grunted, shaking her head.
"You do know I'm an enforcer, right?"
His eyes gentled. "I know. I just didn't think this is how you wanted the evening to end."
An impish smile came to her eyes.
"You made up for it earlier."
He pushed her hair to her back, Eirys expecting a kiss when he rose from the bed and went into the refreshment room. She looked at the floor with deflated spirits, knowing what it meant. She rose and dressed, gone before he came out.