Chapter 45
Odessa
The howls of laughter outside had me gripping Creed’s back for dear life. He wasn’t slow and calculating in his steps to ensure that I wouldn’t fall. Oh no, he had my legs gripped in a vice around his body as he ran through the cave. I would hate to know how fast we would travel on foot if a vampire tried to run after us.
The cool cave tickled my backside, causing my tunic to ride up slightly. The long narrow mouth of the cave opened up to a giant room smelling of sea salt with a hint of the breezy beach. I barely got to look around until my back hit something incredibly soft.
It was an entire bed. How they got it in here was beyond me. They must have built it inside the cave, bringing it in piece by piece. I thought it was just a cave, worried I would be making love on the coldness of rock and sand, but I was so utterly wrong, like I am most of the time in this world.
The room was filled with expensive things, large tulle hanging around the four-post bed, nightstand tables on either side. Large armoires, tables, and chairs fit for the King and Queen themselves sat in the cave.
Several hanging paintings show various scenes, like looking out a window at the open ocean. One of them did hold a portrait of a man with a dark beard with a trident on the one hand, and the other curled up around a beautiful woman. Queen Willa stood between them, smiling brightly at both of them.
Maybe this was some weird room her parents stayed in?
My eyes shot back to Creed, who was breathing heavily at the end of the bed. Fire lit up his eyes, blazing more than any time I had seen them. Lust, thirst, and one large package staring at me straight in the face. He was already naked, his fists tightening and loosening all at the same time. His fangs were grinding against each other, both hands leaning over the bed.
If I didn’t know who Creed was, knew that he was my mate, I would have been utterly terrified, but the purring in my chest heated my body straight down to my lady parts. Heaven have mercy.
Creed crawled up the bed, acting like the predator he was. His member was swaying and no longer holding the glistening liquid that typically sported when he was ready to impale me. No, it was dripping like a fast, leaky faucet. Creed’s face turned to pain, plopping his body onto his side, so he didn’t land on anything protruding from his body.
I crawled over, pushing him to his back, checking his body. His arm wrapped around his lower torso, eyes squinting and now groaning. Claws ripped through the first layer of bedding. “Creed, what do I do?” Sure, I knew what rutting was but in a half-human creature? Does he just need to let it all ‘go?’
His beast was still leaking. My thighs clenched how hard it was. I seriously think it gets bigger each time I look at it. Enormous angry veins wrapped around it, the tip no longer looking like a tip but dang sledgehammer. I sighed heavily. “Oh, someone give me strength.”
Creed continued to groan. It do or die, I didn’t like seeing him in agony, and I couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t just pounce me and take me right there. I liked it the night before. He rolled me over and pounded me until dawn.
My dragon urged me on, feeling her pulling me to the place where Creed was hurting the most. Not wasting time but getting him ready because obviously, he had been prepared for a while. Pushing all embarrassment away, trying to soothe him, I kissed down his torso. I placed my lips around the head of his cock, causing him to thrust his hips to my mouth. His cock filled the entirety of my mouth, causing me to choke at the surprise.
His dragon purred, his hand in my hair as I pulled up and down his enormous length. Creed was sighing, gripping my hair for dear life, but dared not to move the palm of his hand. My dragon and I felt his fear. He was worried he would hurt us, but that was far from my mind.
Placing my hand on top of his, I wanted him to guide me with how he wanted it. How to soothe the pain, but he was holding back so he wouldn’t hurt me. It was a sweet thought, but I don’t think he could ever do anything to break me. His throat crackled, knowing he was trying to speak. Pushing his hand down on my head, letting him know to guide me, his internal battle began. I had him at the back of my throat and then some, his beast pulsating in my mouth. My dragon hummed, vibrating all of us on the bed until spurt after spurt coiled around my throat.
Heckers, it was a lot, and I never thought it would stop until Creed pulled me up and kissed me fervently like I didn’t just suck his member to oblivion. My wetness between my thighs began to drip down my body. Something Creed was doing, or his dragon, rather was having me turn into a horny mess in seconds.
Creed groaned again, palming his member while we lay side by side. This would be a long afternoon and possibly night if this keeps up.
“Use me,” I whispered to him. Creed shook his head, fisting his cock. Something about him holding onto himself, trying to save me from whatever he was protecting me from, sparked my dragon to life. Pushing him on his back, I straddled him. His thick beast was already running again, that stupid drippy faucet.
Creed growled in either wanting or worry. It was all over him. His eyebrows arched high above his forehead, his claws digging into my butt like he was scared to move. “Creed,” look at me,” I pulled off my top, my new heavier breasts now hanging for him to see. His hand cupped one, purring how they felt. While I tried to get my pants off my body without having his hand leave my breast, he ripped them off quickly with the claws on his fingers.
“OH!” I squealed. His cock now leaning so close to my lady bits. Creed’s head flung back, feeling my heat until I finally lined him up, coating my wetness on top of his thick head. He won’t hurt me, was my mantra because he won’t. I knew he won’t. In fact, it might feel rather delightful feeling him put my body to new heights.
Creed’s hesitant eyes flickered, “Use me,” I commanded him. “I want you to use me to make you feel good,” I muttered my last sentence. “Right now, Creed, I want you to be rough.”
A switch went off. Creed’s dragon roared through his mouth, thrusting his hips until he reached my cervix. I groaned happily, my breasts heaving upwards. Trying to ride him, he only held my hips and used his own body to push in and out of me. He was insanely strong as he continued, only for him to flip me over on my back.
The growls, vibrations, and purrs fueled the animal inside me. The apex between my thighs was going to be delightfully sore after this. His dick filled me, pulling me closer and pounding inside my body. I felt every ridge of the head down to the spiraling veins of his cock. He watched as he pulled in and out of me. A new hypnotic craze was fueling his thirst.
“Ooh!” I continued, making incoherent noises, feeling the rise and fall of each orgasm. One after the other, he continued to push into me, spilling rounds and rounds of seed into me. As I looked up to the ceiling, to either pray for the mercy of this sweet tormentor that he would at least take a break, I saw a gigantic mirror.
It hovered over the bed, giving me the perfect view of his body pushing into mine. Thick, tight muscles of his butt and the back of his legs had my dragon hissing inside me. Whatever I tried to pray to answered my prayers because now I was revealing in an all-new pleasure.
Creed spurt another load; we were soaked and barely getting enough friction. Creed, understanding what I was thinking, picked me up to throw me over his shoulder. His beast bounced as we walked, and my mind continued to revel in what he had in store. He had never been this demanding, dominating, and I liked this side a bit too much.
My hand reached down, grabbing his butt cheek, sinking my fingers into the hard muscle. My legs tightening again, I let out a whimper. Creed’s dragon growled, slapping my behind. Once I pulled my hand away, drips of blood fell from his cheek. “Oh my gosh!” I squealed, “Did I hurt- “but it was too late. Creed had put our bodies under the water of a hot salt water spring at the back of the cave. These were way too convenient.
Creed hoisted me up next to the cool wall of the cave; the breeze coming from the back of the cave caught my nipples, making them tight as diamonds. Creed’s finger flicked my right one, only for me to grip his shoulders. Looking at my nails by my peripheral, I did a double-take, looking at the length. They were short, sharp, purple talons. I gasped, to be silenced by Creed’s lips.
He hungrily sucked my tongue, pushing it in and out of my mouth, dominating me. My legs tightened around his torso, all nails forgotten and enjoying the moment. Creed prodded at my opening once again with his thick head, parting my lower lips. Water that surrounded us splashed up to our faces, coating us as the breeze cooled our skin.
“More,” his dragon growled. Mine growled in, return shoving his ever-growing erection back into my body. My head dropped to his shoulder, groaning how hard his thrusts were. Even his balls were slapping me under the water with much force. I swear he was spanking me.
My own dragon, now purring, growling at our mate had me grip him tighter. My nails lengthen again. They itched when they did, and I gripped into his skin. Creed moaned, leaving love bites on my neck until his teeth grazed my marking spot. “So close,” I whispered again. I’m not sure how much more I could take. Just as my nails my teeth itched, I wanted to claw at my mouth, but Creed silenced me as he bit down onto his mark. My back arched, yelling his name until my dragon pushed down on my head, opening my mouth and biting into his shoulder.
Creed let go, pulling away suddenly. My dragon wouldn’t let go, her bite was deep, and as much as I tried to open my mouth, I couldn’t. Frustrated, I sobbed heavily, feeling Creed’s uneasy steps come out of the water. He laid on the bed, me on top of him as my teeth retracted from his body.
“Creed!” I pulled away, his shoulder already healing. A light dragon head began to appear, resembling the curled horns I had seen in my dream. Each passing second, it became darker. Creed’s hazy eyes looked at me. He was calm, sated, and was not even angry with what I had just done. Creed had asked me if it was alright to mark him, and here I did it without permission. He should be angry with me.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” His finger went up to my lips, trailing it down with his index finger, pulling my bottom lip lightly. His dragon purred back to mine, eliciting a heavy vibration. My own eyes felt sober, sated, calm, and, most of all, love. His happiness sparked the fire back into his dark eyes. Lips curling, he pulled me to his chest, having me lay on top of his muscular body.
“Sleep,” his dragon rumbled through his voice. I winced, knowing it was hurting him, but Creed’s passion flowed through our dragons, having me feel his happiness. His cock was no longer as angry, his body relaxing. Breathing a heavy sigh, I felt myself drift off to sleep while Creed held me tightly in his arms.
Creed
I groaned, sitting up beside a nearby tree. My body was wrecked; I felt soreness in every part of my body, specifically my undercarriage. Gripping it, I pulled myself to standing, feeling the warmth on my bare chest. Blinking a few times to adjust my eyes, I found my body wasn’t back in the King and Queen’s cave. Odessa wasn’t in my arms.
It wasn’t all a dream, was it? I didn’t fall asleep and dream that the past moon cycle was all for nothing. “Odessa!” I cried out, running a few steps. Braids hitting my face, I grabbed my throat. I spoke. I spoke without using the last potion that gave me my ability to speak to my mate.
A dream, this was a dream I was in currently. However, in my previous dreams or nightmares, I could never speak. Constantly having to endure the brutality of Adam and the guilt surrounding my exiled life. Breathing heavily, I danced Odessa’s name on my tongue again. I spoke again.
My dragon rumbled in my chest, feeling his eyes roll backward. I’m glad he understood what was happening to me with my body, but I was clearly not. He pulled me to walk further down a pathway I took as a child. To the same hot spring, Adam, Amora, and I spent our time swimming when chores were done. There were so many happy times spent here when we all got along as children and were innocent to the world around us.
The light sources were sitting in a position that told me the summer season. The snow was no longer here, and the trees were bursting with blossoms on their branches. It was a different place in time. I rubbed my shoulder, feeling raised marks on my shoulder.
Odessa.
That part wasn’t a dream either. My dragon again huffed inside me.
Odessa marked me. Her teeth went into my body as she let me use her for my rut. The first rut I had ever encountered and hoped I would never have again. I wanted to make my mate feel pleasure, not use her for my own selfish desires. However, she demanded it. She wanted it.
My eyes rolled back in my head when she told me to use her. Sometimes it will be alright if she wants it.
Our mating was now complete; we had each other. My curled smile didn’t curl; in fact, both sides of my face turned upward. Touching my lips, I felt no scar running down my eye to the lower part of my neck. My neck was now smooth; the only indention was now Odessa’s sitting on my shoulder.
Running to the clear pool, I glanced into the water. The water nymphs scattered, only to gather and look up at me. Several waved, another turning on their lights, having my reflection show that much more. My face and neck held no scars. The indentions in my arms were now smooth; only the tattoos that adorned my body showed.
Warmth in my chest radiated around me, rubbing my face with both my hands before falling back into the dirt. My mate cured me. The bond we shared healed me. Gods, I hope I am this way when I wake; Odessa will be able to hear my whispers in her ears every night.
“Amazing what a bond can do, isn’t it?” Her calming voice fell on my ears. That voice that I had missed so much over the years was as fresh as the day she died. Turning my body suddenly, I see the woman I love as much as my little Fawn. “Mother.”