The Dragon God

VI

Ivan couldn't take it. His cock ached as soon as he saw her standing there, hair down and wet and clinging to her neck and bare shoulders. He'd only just been able to make out the white strap of her bra. If that hadn't been enough to get him started, the expression on her face as he approached had been enough to get him rock solid in an instant.

It was like she'd been drinking him in. Like she was meant to see the glistening white patch of hard scale that covered his heart. Like she'd been waiting her entire life to see him come to her.

He kissed her again. When her knees grew weak, he lifted her into his arms, cradling her ass with a smile as he crossed the room. Ina's kisses were becoming more desperate. Then again, so were his. He tasted Ina like a desert gorged on a rainstorm, always taking, constantly thirsting for more.

Laying her gently into the bed, he ran fingers through her wet, black curls. They splayed around her like obsidian.

For a few heartbeats, Ivan stared down at Ina, her olive skin still cold and wet from the flight in the rain. Yet here she was, flushed, breathing heavily, and undoubtedly feeling like someone had just set her entire body on fire.

Her eyes were fixed on him, lips parted, swollen and moist. Her heartbeat was fluttering like crazy in her neck. Ivan could almost hear it. His eyes dared further down to the swell of her breasts, still confined in wet, nearly transparent white cotton. None of the women that had bared themselves to him before had ever worn anything so simple and sensible. It had all been silk and lace and satin. On Ina, cotton looked like white gold foil, waiting to be peeled aside. He reached down, fumbling with the front clasp for a second, before he couldn't deal with it anymore. He grabbed it roughly in each hand and ripped it down the front. Ina made a sound that seemed half protest, half arousal. Ivan didn't apologize. He didn't care if the bra was a mess. He'd buy her new bras.

If they survived this, he'd buy her the whole goddamned store.

Her breasts, now freed from their confines, were perfect, soft mounds with dark, rosy peaks. Unable to stop himself any longer, Ivan leaned forward to kiss one. He was rewarded with the sound of Ina's breath hitching. A whine escaped her as she put her hands on his shoulders.

As he reached up to roll the nipple of her other breast, Ivan felt Ina's nails curl into his shoulders. His brain was swimming with nearly crazed thoughts of desire. It was hard to maintain control as he set his tongue around her perked nipple.

Keeping his cool was proving futile. His cock ached, straining towards Ina, desperately craving the warmth of her sex.

He would wait. Ivan's hand moved down over Ina's side, resting against her hip long enough for him to slide his thumb under her panties. Lifting his head, Ivan watched Ina for permission to continue. No matter how desperate he was to get on with business, it was more important to make sure that Ina still wanted it.

Her gasp of frustration made him smile.

"Tell me no."

"Just promise you won't turn all dragony on me."

Ivan growled. He chuckled lowly, pulling her panties away. He had been able to smell the sensual musk before the fabric was out of the way, but now it permeated the air.

Ina was laid out in front of him, completely naked. For a moment, Ivan had to sit up and stare at the vision before him. Was this another dream? He couldn't tell. He didn't care. Her eyes were on him.

"I make no promises." He spoke with a rumble and a smile. The look of excitement in her eyes told Ivan that she wasn't as afraid as she thought she was.

His hand moved up again, cupping her mound as he moved over her again. His free hand allowed him to balance as she stared up at him. She was so tiny, so meek beneath him. Urges to love and serve and protect rose in Ivan, causing his skin to prickle and the scales on his chest to rise. To his surprise, Ina's hand moved up over his scales, gently smoothing the white. Her nails clicked over them without fear.

Ivan's fingers moved into the heat of Ina's waiting body, testing the slickness with eagerness. He smiled down at her, his teeth flashing in the light of the room, before he came down to take her lips again.