Indebted

16

Atticus dropped Esti on his bed, her black coffee colored hair had broken free of the cord that had held it bound. Spilling and pooling over the pillows around her head. Her lips dark and swollen from their passionate kiss, bright against her pale skin. 

Atticus tore the cumbersome old fashioned shirt from his body, too impatient to bother with the ties, pins and fastenings used to secure the garment in place. Tiny bits of metal tinkling as they hit the floor. Atticus more than enjoyed Esti's eyes looking over his body just as hungrily as he was looking at hers.

Esti sat up, shimmying just enough to move the hem of her short shift. Grabbing the thin fabric in her hands and peeling the flimsy clothing over her head, tossing it to the floor. Leaving her naked and bare to him. At first it had felt so right. She wanted him to see her, then her body acted reflexively. She moved to cover herself, feeling shy and bold and needy all at the same time. A confounding way to feel all at once. 

Atticus moved to quickly remove the last of his own clothing. Esti's cheeks had burned bright red as his cock sprung free from his tight boxer briefs. His pants left in heap as he stepped out of them, prowling up the bed. Esti lay back on the pillows, letting him cage her underneath his body. Able to feel the heat from his skin on her skin.

Esti arched her back, trying to press herself against Atticus. Wantonly seeking more touch, more connection with her mate. Before a rational part of her mind took over just long enough to remind her that Atticus was still as good as a stranger to her.

Atticus felt the change in Esti as she lay back on the bed. Looking up at him with wide eyes. Kissing a trail from her navel up between the valley of her small breasts with pert rosebud nipples, asking "Where did your mind go?" Licking his mark on her throat, groaning as her pleasure rippled over to him, the taste of her skin on his tongue.

Not having any sense to try and lie, Esti told the truth. "I'm scared." The words too quiet to even be called a whisper.

She did not push him away, did not move her body away from his, did not say she wanted to stop. Atticus suckled one of her perfect breasts between his lips, teasing the nipple with his tongue and teeth, making her gasp. Goosebumps rising on her skin. "Do you want to stop?" He would need to bathe in ice if she wanted to stop now, but he would if she asked. Esti shook her head, no she definitely did not want to stop.

Her heart was racing, her skin felt too tight, her body too hot. Need burning in her lower belly for something she could not name but knew that her mate was the key. "I will not hurt you Esti." Atticus promised her. Not today at least. Today Atticus was going to be sweet.

Esti nodded, Atticus felt her shift as her thighs moved further apart. Atticus kissed her lips, along her jaw, his mark once again, marking a trail down her body. Moving lower, past her navel lips pressing a kiss to her mound before she spoke, "What are you doing?" Not understanding why he would kiss her body so low.

"I am going to make you feel good Esti, can you trust me?" Esti wasn't entirely certain that she could. The needy feeling in her belly didn't care about trust. Esti nodded watching as Atticus nudged her thighs even more apart, face so close to her sex that she could feel his breath.

Esti gasped as Atticus dove face first between her legs. Hands desperately grasping at the sheets and pillows as his lips, mouth and tongue explored the most sensitive part of her body. Atticus ate her pussy like a man starved, every shiver of pleasure he brought from her body only made his own cock harder, more eager to sink into her body.

Esti started to pant, little breathy moans falling from her lips. As she grew closer to an orgasm her body tried to pull away while her words begged him to keep going. The needy hot feeling in her lower belly growing more intense. She felt like a spring that was wound far past the breaking point.

Atticus held one thigh down on the bed, keeping her pussy open for him to enjoy. His other hand starting to tease her with his fingers. Her body clenching tight around just a single finger.

"Atticus, I can't." She started to plead, moans growing louder. "It's too much." Atticus knew she was wrong, it wouldn't be enough until she came apart under his tongue. Atticus sucked and nipped at her clit, two fingers working inside her channel, her body grew tight underneath him, toes curling, screaming out to the gods Esti came, her honey gushing onto Atticus's face. He kept working her sex like it was an instrument he was going to play an Aria. Slowing himself as her orgasm crested and slowly waned. Gently licking her cum from her folds as she basked in the afterglow feeling that was only ever possible after a good orgasm. There could only ever be one first time for anything.

Esti was limp, boneless on his bed. She hadn't any idea her body could ever feel so good. She was ready for him now, and he wanted to feel her cum while her body was wrapped around his cock. Needed to buried to the hilt in her sick wet heated core. Esti was breathing deeply, trying to catch her breath, eyes closed, a beautiful smile on her lips as Atticus moved to get her underneath him. Her legs spread. Welcoming him, as Atticus slid the head of his thick cock between her glistening folds.

Atticus lived for the little mewling sound that fell from her lips as he rubbed the head of his cock through her slick sex. Feeling the heat of her skin, letting her slick coat his cock. Her amber eyes opening. Watching her react as his cock stretched her open, filling her until he bottomed out against her cervix. She was a perfect fit. Like she had been made for him. Their bodies made to pleasure each other.

Her hands were on his shoulder, nails digging into his skin on his shoulders and back as he began to work his cock in and out of her body. He liked the sharp little points of pain paired with the infinite pleasure of fucking Esti's tight pussy. Her muscles gripping and milking his cock with every thrust. Her beautiful face contorted in pleasure and confusion as her body felt more ecstasy than she had ever known possible.

Atticus rolled them over, he on his back, Esti impaled on his cock on top. His hands on her hips helping her find a rhythm. Watching her ride him, her hands on his chest, her nails feeling sharper on his skin. The pain only bringing him closer to release. "That's it Esti, fuck yourself on my cock, I wanna feel you cum on my cock." Atticus growled, his hips bucking upwards, as Esti continued to grind herself on him. Never had her name sounded so good in her ears.

Esti had her eyes closed, focusing on how good sex with Atticus felt. How he made her body feel alive and electric. She wanted to cum again to reach that peak that he had brought her to. Her body wanted to feel that pleasure again, to feel it while so intimately connected with him. Wanted to share that feeling with him, always, forever..

Esti screamed, it wasn't with her voice, Atticus looked and saw that her unusual amber eyes were far more golden now, pupils elongating like a lizard, her nails had become talons, his chest riddled with bleeding scratches. Her skin was far warmer than it should be.

Atticus watched as sharp teeth grew in her mouth a second before he felt her cum, dragging his own release from his body as she moved like a viper, sinking her teeth into his pectoral muscle, claiming him as hers. Before slumping forward, sprawled on top of Atticus as his now flaccid cock slipped from her body, their combined cum leaking from between her legs onto Atticus and the bed.

Atticus didn't think Esti was quite as human as everyone thought. He was fairly certain that her beast was awakening. If she were a dragon, he wouldn't need to worry about breaking her body. They could fly together. Atticus, was normally not one for cuddling afterwards. For Esti, today he made an exception. Closing his eyes, content to lay underneath Esti. The smell of their coupling heavy in the air and on the sheets. His dragon purring in contentment. More pleased every moment by their mate. How right everything suddenly felt in his life.