Indebted

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Atticus slowed his pace, but never ceased his fingers, making sure Esti's orgasm lasted as long as possible. Wanting her to know that even with only his hands, he could make her body sing. Now he could break out toys, and show her that pleasure could be as endless as her own endurance. Atticus dared to hope Esti hadn't known a vibrator before. He wanted some of her first times to be with him.

Esti's head was floating, her body felt alive and energized in a way she hadn't known was possible. Leaning back against Atticus, safely held by the ropes he had tied her in, his hands and fingers working her up and through an amazing orgasm. His body radiating warmth behind her. His scent in her nose. He was hers, she was his, she belonged.

Before the last waves of pleasure finished rolling through Esti's nervous system, Atticus had summoned his bag of tricks, removing a wonderful small pocket rocket of a vibrator. Starting on a low setting, he moved the vibrator directly onto Esti's clit. Her hips bucked back against his body, plump lips falling open, a delightful gasp of surprise that turned to a low moan. Esti spread her legs wider, giving Atticus a better angle, moving the vibrator through her folds, teasing her up only to slowly let her body fall back down moving the vibrator farther away from where she wanted it..

Atticus loved how Esti was responding. Praying  in whispers out to gods and goddesses in between panting his name and moaning as she nearly came again, only for the vibrator to be moved away from helping her crest. Atticus slipped the smooth vibrator just inside Esti's dripping pussy. Moving from behind her, to kneel in front. He was going to watch as she came this time. Wanted every expression and sound to be immortalized in his mind forever.

Atticus traced the vibrator around her hips, down her thighs, tracing spirals over the full globes of her ass. Deciding he had teased her long enough, and learned of several new sensitive areas on his mates body. Atticus was ready to escalate once more. Gliding the vibrator back up to the pleasure nub, massaging the vibrator in circular patterns on her clit. Thrusting his fingers in her slit. Esit's face was glowing as Atticus played. 

Esti was beautiful, relaxed in the ropes, trusting his knots. Legs spread for him,  her scent filling his senses. Esti started to chant yes, over and over, her vaginal muscles clenching around his fingers, her bare toes curling against the smooth stones. Mouth falling open in a silent scream, her eyes closed as Atticus made her cum, gushing on his hands, muscles spasming. The scent changed from her sweet arousal to the smell of her cum. Seemed Esti was not one to be loud during sex. Her sweet soft little sounds were certainly making Atticus's pants tighter, he wanted to make her scream. A goal to strive for.

Time with Esti was unlike any session he had ever previously known before. She was a drug he wouldn't ever be able to get enough of. Atticus wanted to prolong this evening, but he knew he had already pushed Esti nearly to exhaustion already. He needed to sink his cock into her before it was time for aftercare. He would have a lifetime to enjoy more with her.

Atticus smoothly moved from his knees looking up at Esti. Slow and methodical movements, his lips kissing a line up Esti's legs, then belly, and breasts, kissing her, her lips rushing to meet his own. Her hands flexing in the ropes, as she tried to move so she could touch him. Wanting to run her hands through his hair. Just have more of him.

Atticus moved around Esti, kissing his mark on her throat, as he finally started to undress himself. Shedding layers of clothes. His cock springing from his trousers, erect and eager. Atticus placed his hands on Esti's hip, her arched her back, helping give him a better angle as their bodies joined together. Atticus loved her tight muscles clenching around his entire length. Watching as his cock vanished inside Esti.

Atticus started slowly. Savoring each sensation as their bodies worked together, the bond flaring to life, their individual pleasure fueling the other. A divine and beautiful feedback loop that made every touch feel amplified. Atticus grunted, sex with Esti was unlike anything he had known. His hips moving faster, harder, his control slipping with the need to have her. Wanting her to cum on his cock, needing her full of him.

Atticus heard himself growl, one hand locked on Esti's hip, the other reaching around to finger Esti. His lips kissing along her throat and jaw. The scent of her hair, her skin consuming his mind. His control all but lost. The Dragon took control, a claw extending as the dragon cut the very expensive specialty rope. Atticus caught Esti, managing both of them as he tumbled onto his back, catching Esti, pulling the ropes away.

Esti was suddenly free, she wasn't sure how it had happened. Her mind was all dreamy, her body warm and humming. She felt so good, so loved. Atticus was underneath her, her hands and arms were free. HIs cock in her body, Esti did what felt right and natural and began to ride Atticus. Her hands on his chest, tracing his muscles under her fingers. Atticus had his hands on her hips, thrusting his own up to meet her every move as she sought her pleasure from Atticus's body.

Atticus growled, his voice tinged with the power of his beast. "Mine" they growled in unison, feeling his balls tighten as his own climax swiftly approached. Atticus had not felt this eager and uncontrolled in decades. Esti was truly intoxicating to him. "That's it Esti. Cum for me." Atticus just as ready for release as Esti was.

Esti's nails drew sharp lines on his chest as she stilled, moaning out Atticus's name, as he came deep inside her body. Her honey dripping onto his lap. As her orgasm passed, her hands stayed on Atticus's chest. Needing the extra support to stay upright on him. Not wanting to move. Loving every second they were connected intimately like this.

Atticus smiled as he looked at his sweet mate. This wasn't exactly how he had planned to end things. She was exhausted, skin dewy, hair tumbling in free messy waves all around her glowing face. Absolutely no woman had ever looked more beautiful than she did right now. Atticus waved his hands, and the blankets better arraigned themselves into a comfortable pallet underneath the roof of the tower stairs. With superhuman speed, Atticus moved, and had Esti up in his arms, carrying her to their bed for this evening.

From the magic bag of tricks, some wipes and fresh cloths were retrieved, as Atticus took care of Esti, cleaning her sex of the cum that was dribbling down her legs. Using a makeup wipe to clean her face. Her hair undone, face clean, smiling sleepily towards him in the soft clouded moonlight. Atticus knew he had fallen in love.

Switching to cleaning himself up once Esti was safely tucked under the covers. Atticus ensured the lock bar at the bottom of the stairs was in place, joining an already sleeping Esti. Relishing as she turned towards him, her body seeking his.

Atticus kissed the top of her head. Smiling to himself. The future for he and Esti was looking bright. As long as she could keep them both from getting killed in court. Atticus went to check his phone, forgetting there was almost no service across most of the castle. Fowl's place was the only apartment he knew of with a feeling of anything up to date in it.

Atticus hoped that some of the adjustments he had made to his investments would have sped up his new wealth accumulation. He thought it would likely be best for him and Esti to escape court life sooner, rather than later. He would need to hang out near Fowl's place and borrow some wifi signal while Fowl was on his honeymoon and unavailable.

Esti was sleeping soundly. Fowl wanted to be able to offer her escape when she awoke. Fowl was modern enough that the two childhood friends could stay in touch Atticus was telling himself, and he left Esti sleeping, to sneak about in the night like a wayward teen, looking for enough bars to check on his accounts, and possibly some real estate.

For the first time in his life, Atticus found himself pausing. He wanted to know where Esti wanted to live, wanted her to help him with the choices for their future. He had moved his last paid sub three times at his or his mother's whim for a new location. Atticus didn't want his mate, to be submissive to him. Not like that.

It will be so much better. The vain, jealous and rather materialistic dragon would never admit that he longed for the modern world and all the human luxuries available. Felt out of place in the castle that should have felt like home. There was unease in being here now for everyone. Atticus and his dragon had come, seen where they were from, and decided it was past time to leave.