The Missing Dragon Ch. 05

After that, she reached down between her legs to place her hands in his long, dark hair. Again, she thought that he would claim her with his cock. She wanted him inside her, thrusting and taking his own pleasure from her. Again, he subverted expectations and continued tonguing at her dripping folds. With his arms locking her legs in place, he stroked his hands along her slender belly until his fingertips lowered to join his tongue.

She felt his fingers brush against her clit, slower than his tongue had been lavishing licks upon it. The slick, warm organ instead began to lower and probe deeper inside her open petals. His lips sealed around that velvety opening and lightly began to suck and tease at the tightening flesh he was so content to explore. The touch of his fingers grew firmer and deeper, causing her muscles to tense; pushing her once again to the brink of a climax more powerful than the first. She rocked her hips to that steadily increasing rhythm of his fingers whilst they teased out a symphony of ecstasy within her. A silent scream parted her lips when it finally reached its crescendo and she lost herself to it completely.

Gregory watched from his front row seat as the beautiful woman clawed at the furs beneath her and writhed against them in a dance of pure passion. This time, he allowed her to catch her breath, and only softly massaged the outer lips of her pussy with his tongue whilst keeping his fingers away from her sensitive clit so she could properly savour the afterglow.

She didn't realise that he had shifted his position until she finally opened her eyes and found him settled over her. His fingers had replaced his tongue between her legs, and they had already begun stirring the familiar ache to feel him against her again. Lowering his head, he set a loving kiss on her lips that she welcomed openly until their tongues were entwined in an unending sensual caress.

They kissed like that for a long time, and her hands eventually lifted up to stroke along his cheeks. When it finally came to an end, he turned his face to plant a couple of little kisses in her palms and then shifted to whisper in her ear.

"You are my goddess. Mine."

The twin profession of devotion and possession made her draw in a hiss of breath. That old part of her still lingered in the shadows of her mind; still craving power and the title that was taken from her. In calling her his goddess he fanned the flames of that aspect of her, and she adored him for it. Then he had called her his, and spoken the word with no uncertainty. Even with the shadows of her old self still present, they were nothing compared to her desperate longing to make amends. In him, she had seen a way to do that. A way to help and begin to make up for past sins. She wanted to serve him, for she sensed in him something strong and something noble. Something that would not break or bend as she had. So, she would happily be his goddess, or whatever else he wanted her to be.

Certainly, if she had to be something then "goddess" was certainly a pleasant enough title. Now all that remained was for her to earn it.

"Gregory," she whispered the word more out of necessity than a desire for secrecy. Her breath was still not entirely in her control. "You have come to me to tend your wounds. May I?"

"They don't seem to be troubling me as much as they did an hour ago. This place gives me a strong constitution."

"It is true; I don't think I've ever seen such recovery in a patient. If it did anything but allow you to heal rapidly then I'd be highly concerned about the effect this world seems to have on you."

"It also seems to give me a hyperactive sex drive, is that cause for concern?" He asked the question between nibbling softly on her earlobe and continuing to tease her slit with his fingers.

"I- I don't think so." She smiled and enjoyed the teasing. "It certainly has its benefits. But I had something else in mind for tending your injuries. I think you'll enjoy it."

"Then I'm yours."

Hearing those words, she felt like she might almost purr with delight. After setting a lighter kiss on his lips, she sat up and crawled over to her supplies and equipment. This gave him a rather wanton view of her ass and the glistening slit he could still taste upon his lips. Looking back over her shoulder to make sure he had stayed put, she caught him looking up between her legs. The fascination he had with her body made something inside her chest flutter with excitement, and she decided to throw modesty to the winds. The crawling hadn't carried the intent to give him a show. She was merely excited to impress him with what she had in mind. After seeing just how much she was enthralling him with that scintillating view, she damn-well wasn't going to give it up.

So, rather than rising up to sit on her haunches to go through her things, she instead remained on her knees and leaned forwards onto her forearms. Her beautiful ass lifted into the air and she opened her knees to spread herself for his gaze. A little wiggle of her ass served to show him that she knew just how lewd she was being and that she didn't give a damn about it. After taking up that position, she reached forward to begin picking out a number of small bottles. Once she had selected the elements she desired, she reached behind the boxes of ingredients and potions to pick up a long rolled-up rug.

Watching the usually prim and proper lady act so wantonly for him was quite the turn-on for the man. If she hadn't asked him to allow her to take the initiative, he would have likely already mounted her from behind. His cock seemed to be made of aching steel, and it longed to embed itself inside the beautiful older woman. It was only his trust in her that kept him at bay, and she wasn't in the habit of letting him down.

After gathering what she needed, she wrapped her arms around the items and held them to her chest before rising up on her knees and scooching back across the furs toward him. It didn't take her long to get herself ready. She laid the rug down on the furs, and it was revealed to be more of a comfortable mat in the shape of a long rectangle. He'd seen similar ones in the courtesans' tents, and knew that they were designed to keep oils from the furs.

"Lie down here, please?" she asked.

"Sure, but I don't think I'm going to be able to lie on my front right now without things getting extremely uncomfortable for me."

She glanced down to the hardened length of his member jutting up toward her as he laid on his side with one of his knees bent to spread open his own thighs. Apparently she wasn't the only one capable of wanton displays.

Much to his enjoyment, her eyes fixed on his cock and he watched her lick her lips at the sight of it. She must not have known what she was doing, because she caught herself swiping her upper lip with the tip of her tongue and immediately pulled it back into her mouth. The fetching pink blush already on her cheeks deepened, and she glanced up to meet his eyes with an almost shy smile.

"That is quite alright. I doubt there are many aches and bruises on your back anyway, are there? Come." She patted the mat.

He obediently shifted upright and moved to place his firm ass on the leathery surface of the mat before lying back upon it. As he did, she reached out to snatch up a pillow and tuck it beneath his head.

"Thanks," he said.

"I confess that I enjoy having you watch me, Gregory. I never thought there would be another who would look upon me the way you do."

"Valise, you're one of the most staggeringly beautiful women I've ever laid eyes on. Just because you don't have unending youth and powerful magic doesn't mean you've lost that beauty. I like the way you look just fine. Orcs overlook you because they think you're human and they don't trust alchemy. People in the camp here defer to you because they respect you, and they show that respect by treating you like you're in charge of the place. They don't think it's appropriate to flirt with the boss, and you do have this kind of otherworldly beauty about you. It kind of makes you seem untouchable, and way out of their league."

"Am I so distant?"

"No, you're kind and warm toward everyone. It's just that there's different kinds of warmth, and your particular kind isn't really open to that sort of invitation."

Rather than argue or consider his words, she instead contemplated them whilst arranging the bottles she had collected from her supplies in a neat line beside her. When she did finally speak, her tone was more curious than downtrodden.

"If I project such a demeanour, then what is different about you that it doesn't seem to matter as much?"

"There's a saying where I'm from: Carpe Diem. It means seize the day. I didn't seize a lot of days before I came here, Valise. I guess I was projecting the wrong sort of image, and masking what I wanted from the world. I was too much of a dreamer, and the thing about letting your dreams out into the open is that they can get bashed around and broken apart. So I was guarded. Too guarded. Too quiet and too content to lurk around in my own head; and in stories about places like this. Places where there were orcs, elves, and magic. Then I found myself here, actually meeting the wonders I'd read about, and I figured it was about time I started carpe-ing the fuck out of every damn 'diem' that I was alive. A part of that was cutting out the usual testing of the waters when it came to meeting people. If someone was nice, then I'd be their friend. If they were awful, I'd be their enemy. If I wanted someone and it did no harm to tell them, I'd let them know it. I wanted you. You were kind, and gorgeous, and wiser than anyone I've ever known. I thought about the age difference. I thought that someone like you probably wouldn't be interested in me. I thought you'd be experienced and I'd embarrass myself. I thought of a hundred reasons it would be awkward. Then I thought: Fuck it. Carpe Diem, right? Now here we are."

Valise had been smiling at him throughout his explanation, but at the end of it she laughed softly at how he summed it all up.

"Carpe Diem," she tested the words on her lips and found she enjoyed the sound of them. "Wise words, indeed."

"Damn right." He grinned up at her, and then his expression relaxed a little. "It's also pretty much the only thing I can say to myself that will get me to actually charge at a bunch of orcs who want to beat my brains in with heavy clubs. So it's pretty versatile too."

"I sincerely hope I'm never in a similar enough position to try it out."

"Me too. Then again, the risks I've taken have pretty generally notched up some fantastic rewards down the line. Case in point: the naked elf kneeling beside me. I'd never have known that the finely-robed lady who seemed so demure was such a shameless exhibitionist with such a tasty pussy."

Colour once again flushed into her cheeks, but his words also stoked the fire between her thighs. She seemed to begin to say something, but then stopped herself. After a moment which lasted about as long as it took for someone to say Carpe Diem to themselves, her gaze returned to meet his and she smiled. It was not a warm smile, or a saddened one. It was playful, challenging and quite naughty.

"Do you enjoy it when I am so shameless?" Her previous display had been somewhat experimental, and she was unsure of herself.

He merely nodded in response. "Mmmhmm. And I enjoy your tasty pussy too."

Valise's smile broadened, and that little thrill she'd had when she'd spread her knees apart and bent over for him quickly returned. The rush of being desired was a heady one for her, and she was only too happy to indulge it further. So she playfully slipped one hand down between her thighs, and ran two fingers over her wet slit that glistened with fresh honey. Once she had them well coated in her love juices, she leaned over him and pressed them to his lips.

Not one to be outdone so easily in such matters, Gregory was only too happy to kiss at the dewy digits. He then opened his mouth to lewdly run his own tongue along them, relishing the taste of her in the process. A pleased little noise murmured inside his throat, and he finally sucked any remaining traces from her fingertips.

Surprised at his lewdness, yet loving every minute of it, Valise was spurned on to do more. With her free hand, she reached for a bottle of clear, sweet-scented oil. When she pulled her fingers from his mouth, she leaned back on her knees until her heels rested against her rear cheeks. Her head tilted backward, lifting her chin to steadily pour the oil over her bare breasts in a smooth, even stream.

Thinking that the bottles had been for him, he was damn near awestruck when he saw the thick, shiny liquid cascading across her collar bone and down over her breasts. Her silvery hair spilled behind her like a waterfall, and her eyes were closed with a content little smile teasing her lips. The display definitely had the desired effect on the male, who was left in stunned appreciation at her slender figure being coated in the oil. Once she felt it beginning to pour down toward her bellybutton, she lifted up the bottle to cease the flow and set it swiftly aside. Her hands then began to massage the glistening fluid into her porcelain skin, giving it a healthy gloss that shined in the warm light of the afternoon which managed to pierce through the crack in the folds of her tent.

"Do you like this?" she whispered, her voice quivering with her own excitement.

"I love it."

"Tell me why."

"I love the way your hair shines in the light. I love the way your arms move so gracefully, even when you're being so naughty. I love the way your breasts rise faster and faster each time you take a breath, and how hard your nipples are. I love the way your pussy looks so damn good that it's making my mouth water. I love the way you're looking at me right now. I could fucking worship you, Valise."

She had indeed lifted her head to look down over him again, and her eyes were simmering with desire at hearing his words. Rather than push him for more, she mixed the oil with two smaller bottles in a little bowl she had brought with her. One of the bottles carried a clear blue liquid, and the other was light green. The resulting mixture reminded him of clear, tropical oceans. It had a fresh, enlivening scent and once it was properly mixed she lifted the bowl and poured a trickle of the liquid over his chest. Once it touched him, it lost its colour and brought out a shine in his own skin once her hands followed to rub it into his overworked body.

It wasn't long into the massage before he actually groaned with relief. He managed to forego the sight of her and closed his eyes to relax as she worked the soreness out of him. It began with her hands moving in broad strokes up and down along his chest, rising along the outer flanks and under his arms before meeting at the centre of his chest and descending once more down to his lower belly. Throughout it all, his cock never relented and offered a prominent spire. Those long, languid strokes seemed to be for diagnostic purposes. Soon enough she began to focus on his injured regions.

Although that wasn't until she decided to tame the erect prow; lifting one leg to cast it across his body and then settling down to perch herself across his thighs. She'd already worked the oil into his legs, and their combined slick bodies slipped against each other. The combination of the miracles she was working with her hands and the fact that a beautiful woman had just straddled him brought a groan from his throat, and he looked up at her again.

"We don't have to ever go outside this tent again, do we? Can we just do this forever instead?" he asked.

The elf's melodic laugh rang in his ears, and brought a smile to his lips.

"I don't think Janette or Algra would take to that idea."

"They don't know how good this feels. Jeez, why didn't we do this before now?"

He felt more tension disperse from where Ulf had landed a particularly staggering blow earlier in practice. The pain sank beneath the touch of her hands and she lightly kneaded his muscle with her talented fingers.

"I've been meaning to, but it takes time, and you often distract me."

"Hey, you're the distracting one here. Every time I come in here you're wearing a see-through robe."

"That's because I want you to fuck me, Gregory."

She slid forward along his thighs until her pussy came to rest against the base of his cock. He could feel the wet, warm folds of her lower lips open slightly as they pushed against his thickness. It felt almost as if she was giving him a naughty little kiss.

His gaze had become distant and dreamy as she had worked her talents upon his aching body; but it focused back upon her with purpose upon hearing her words and feeling that kiss.

"Valise, if you want me to fuck you then you don't have to wear a see-through robe. All you have to do is look at me. I mean, you're utterly gorgeous and I'm completely in awe of you right now. Any time you want to explore this kinky side of yourself? I'm in."

"That is good to know." She began to move herself on him, using the slippery surface of their bodies to slide against him as her hands continued to massage the aches and pains from his chest.

"Besides, you don't have to dress up for me," he continued. "I don't know if you've noticed but I'm kind of a slut."

She rose up using one hand planted upon his chest to steady her whilst lifting the other to place a fingertip on her chin and look upward in contemplation of his words. Her hips continued to roll slowly, grinding her pussy against the underside of his cock and pushing the hard member up against his abs.

"You know, now I think about it you are quite the slut, aren't you?" she teased.

He flashed a grin up at her. Guilty as charged, ma'am.

"I think," she moved her hands to place them both on his belly, her thumbs coming to rest just over where the peak of his cock was pressed against him. "I think that it might be contagious." Slowly, she slid her hands up over his hard pectorals to slip over his shoulders whilst lowering down upon him. The soft mounds of her breasts flattened against his chest, and her hair spilled around his head until her face was the only thing he could see. "When I sit and cook dinner, when I mix potions, when I see you walking through the camp, my mind often wanders. I think about you taking me. I want it all the time. You make me feel so good. So loved. There is purity in that feeling, but there is also lust there. It isn't always easy for me to control it. I want you inside me. I want to give myself to you. I want to claw at the dirt and scream obscenities at the moon whilst you thrust yourself into me. Do you think that makes me a slut?"

She had been deftly keeping the highly-aroused male relaxed until that point, but upon whispering those naughty secrets to him it seemed that they both decided it was time to escalate matters. Whatever Valise had put into that oil of hers had invigorated him, and he felt something very much like the urge to stretch. Rather than lazily stretching his muscles, however, it seemed instead to be focused on a much more active course of action.

Given the close proximity of their faces, with the tips of their noses occasionally touching together, it wasn't difficult for him to catch her in a kiss. It wasn't a playful touch, but rather a statement of purpose. He wanted her to know that he was about to give her every opportunity to make truth of her words, in every way he knew how.

Sensing the beast within him had been properly roused; Valise moaned into his kiss and curved her back until the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance. The kiss turned slightly playful, as their oily bodies were more difficult to wield toward each other. His cock kept slipping against her and prodding at her belly, or going in the other direction and sliding up between her ass cheeks. They both smiled as much as they could at the sensation, whilst still locking their lips against each other. Both of them enjoyed the slight frustration, and the tease it offered as their bodies continued to writhe together seeking that connection.