I gulped, “Why would you want to do that, when you could just easily pour yourself a glass of wine.” I laughed nervously, gulping down a huge amount of my own spittle.
“Because it would taste better on your lips.” He grinned. He stands up from where he is seated on the mat, walked around the mat to where i’m seated then knelt down with one knee in front of me.
My eyes were glued to him, watching him.
He caressed my cheeks with his palm softly, his breath ragged and loud, so loud it resonated around the cabin.
“I love you so much. Anastasia.” He whispered, closing in on my lips. My breathe hitched, I paused.
“Kiss me back.” He groaned biting my lower lips, bringing me out of my trance-like taste. I wrapped my arms around his back, returning his kiss with so much vigor. Our tongues lashing out.. at one another’s.
He pulled me closer with his hands, till there was no space in between the both of us. Not even an any could pass in between. Our bodies almost one.
His hand crept underneath my crop top, caressing my boobs through my bra.
Should I stop him?? I didn’t expect the kiss would be taken to a next level.
I’m a virgin, I am not purely virgin. My vagina has been touched and my boobs has been caressed.
I do want to stop him, and I also don’t want to stop him.
I love the feel of his palm on my imprisoned boobs, I want him to set them free and touch them as he likes.
He is uncertain. This is his first time.
From his shaky hands to his sloppy kiss, I can tell I’m his first. I love the sound of that.
Seeing he isn’t ready to set my boobs free, I decided to do the work for him. I unclasped my bra, then threw it at a certain corner.
He laid me down slowly on the mat his mouth not leaving mine, his hands goes underneath my top and crept all the way to my boobs.
He placed his hands on my boobs then squeezed a little, unsure of what to do. I arched my back up showing him I am indeed interested in his touch.
He squeezed it a little more harder this time, a moan escaped my lips encouragingly.
His mouth disengage from mine with a trail of kisses down the sidelines of my neck, to the swell of my breast.
He placed kisses on both my nipples, then takes in my left boob in his mouth… the wetness of his mouth driving me crazy.
His finger trailed down my stomach and stopped at my navel. He encircled my navel with his finger nails giving me the tingles.
From my navel area he travels down to the insides of my trouser… “fuck.” He cussed, my trouser standing in his way.
He angrily pulls my trouser down together with my pant, because of his not so patient self he was finding it hard.
I helped him out and in no time my trouser and my pants was out of the way. He knelt down besides me, staring at my private part with so much flames in his eyes. His hands felt my public hair, I haven’t really shaved but thank God it’s not much.
His breath hitched.
His hands grazed around reluctantly/ nervously… unsure of his next move. I was beginning to get tired and out of mood, I hate his confusion and lack of decision.
I shifted slightly hoping it would help him make up his mind. He noticed my relentlessness for his touch, and made his decision… He plunge a finger slowly into my vagina, caressing the walls of cunt, exploring its every corner.
With the way he touched and felt the walls of my vagina, I could literally see his confidence building bigger with each passing seconds.
He plunged his finger much more deeper, “Fuck.” I let out, arching my back up wards. I want more of him, maybe not of his hand but of a different flesh. I want his cock!
He added another finger fulfilling my desires quarterly.
“Do you like that?”
I opened my eyes frowning, I don’t think this is a moment to ask questions but to work with his fingers.
“Yes. Yes, I love it. Can you please ask no more questions, I am very sure my face already shows you what I feel.” I hissed maliciously.
He chuckled. Did I say anything funny?
“You should be a lot more polite Miss Anna. Maybe beg for it..” He drawled grinning.
“You Dragon Ego-size man.” I cussed. I don’t know if that actually makes sense, but it sounded vile in my head.
“Beg for it, witch.” He thrusted his fingers deeper into my cunt as the words left his mouth, igniting desires in every part of my body.
“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyy.” I released a ragged breath, a tear escaping my left eye.
“I. Said. Beg for it witch.” His eyes reflected a dark shade of red, sending heat signals all over my body. I felt like a werewolf and he was my mate. He is the hunter and I’m the pray. But in the case he is a dragon and I am a witch… what an unlikely alliance we have.
He rubbed my clitoris vigorously, his finger moving so fast… from tiny clitoris to the opening of my cunt, causing a higher frequency of lust and pleasure to arise in my body.
“How about now witch, do you want me to stop.”
I shake my head sideways my eyes shut tightly.
“Then beg for it.” He bellowed.
“Please, please Christian don’t stop. Please I want your fingers buried deep in my cunt till I have an orgasm. Please, DO NOT FUCKING STOP!” I yelled back, my legs trembling from his assault.
“That’s more like it.” He replied feeling satisfied. I hate him. Scratch that… I love what he is doing to me, I love him.
Then he stopped. He removed his fingers! Why did he do that.
I hissed opening my eyes, he smirked at me… and without a warning he lowered his mouth on my cunt, his tongue grazing the opening of my pussy walls.
“Hmmmm.” I let out a moan, his wet tongue sending shivers down my spine.
I did love his fingers but his tongue is magical.
He thrust all his tongue deep into my hole, licking and plunging the very inside of my cunt with so much velocity. I won’t be surprised if I end up in a mental home after this. He is driving me crazy!
“Ohhhhhh goddddddd, ohhhhhh godddddd, ohhhhhh myyyyyyy fuccccckkkkingggggg godddddd.” I moaned out repeatedly, the tempo of my voice increasing at each passing seconds.
At some point I would let out a shrill at the top of my voice, it would literally resonate in the woods. At other points I cried and wailed at how good he is with his tongue. And sometimes I just opened my mouth with no words, no sound at all. I am loosing it. I am slowly going berserk and it is a good way to go mad.
Deep in my world of madness and pleasure, I heard a phone ring. The ringing of the phone sounded so far away and so near. “Chris… Christian… I uhm.. phone… I think…. can you.. hear it… the phone… a phone ringing..” I said in between my moaning.
“Hmm, hmm…” T’was the only reply I got from Christian. I guess the phone can wait, what is more important is my orgasm.
I can feel it. It can feel it building up from the very inside of me, building up bigger and bigger. It was and still is unlike everything I have ever felt in my life.
I gripped the mat tighter, closing my legs in on his head with no space for him to breathe.
I let out a shrill of excitement.. my body bucking… desire washing over my sense of thinking. I could literally be killing a man-dragon in-between my legs at the moment.
I came. It rolled out of me in waves… like a rollercoaster.
I laid there on the mat once it was all over in ecstasy, my eyes opened wide as I stared at the ceiling. This… it was… it was… I have no words. It was out of this world. I do have words.
“Wow, that was intense.” Christian comments reliving himself of the death trap I created. He took the table cloth and wiped his face cleaned of my cum and sweat.
“Sorry.” I apologize, smiling timidly.
He chuckled standing up. “I think I should check my phone for whoever was calling.”
I sat up immediately. I had totally forgotten that I heard a phone ring. I guess it was his phone. I took the tablecloth he threw on the floor and cleaned up myself, then wore back my pant and trouser.
“Who was it?” I asked.
“My mum. We need to head to the mansion now. I think the clan is worried.” He said.
“Okay.” I replied, my eyes reluctant wandering to the zip of his trouser.
“I’m fine.” He said noticing my eyes.
“I just felt that since you did something really amazing for me I should return it. But it’s a shame we have to go.” I bite my lower lip.
“Hey, watching you go berserk was enough to set me on fire.” He said packing up the plates and the mats. Just arranging the cabin in the best way he could.
“Uhm alright. I promise to give you a blow Job another time.” I state bluntly.
“Blunt are we?” He grinned slightly, holding the basket in his hand.
“I presume that in our relationship, we already reached that stage.” I smiled walking towards the door. I placed my hand on the doorknob, about opening the door when Christian called… “Anastasia.”
“Yeah.” I answered turning around slightly, my hand not leaving the doorknob.
“What if there there is no, *Another time?*”
“What do you mean… there would always be a, *another time*” I shrugged laughing at his weird question. “Or don’t tell me the dragon boy has somewhere he is going to.” I raised an eyebrow.
He opened his mouth to talk, then closed it back. His eyes… his eyes revealed a lot of uncertainty, unspoken words.. and fear.
“What are you not telling me, Christian.” I asked fearfully, my hand leaving the doorknob.
“Nothing.” Came his reply. He walked to where I was, opened the door and walked past me.
As I walked out the door of the cabin, Terror’s word resounded in my head… *They all know it. Everyone around you know that there is a cost you have to pay, a cost that would shatter you into pieces.*
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It’s time for the ritual. I have all the ingredients, and just like in the past I am kneeling down before before a stone alter.
I had the twelve wooden dolls to represent the original dragons in the past, the first dragons.
This are actually the real dolls Arkalis had, the wooden dolls were kept buried in Arkalis chamber, but when the men returned from war and needed a solution, they dug it out. And so the wooden dolls has be passed on to the descendants of the clan.
If a wrong hand tried to remove the needles in the doll, the clan would die. With every needle they would feel a severe pain and then the last two needle would bring dirt.
Because I have the magic of Arkalis, all I need to do is induced Arkalis magic into the dolls as I removed the needles, and no harm would come to the clan.
I had the bottle of witch hazel, leaves of vervain and some other minor ingredients.
I first started with an unbinding spell, removing the needles from the dolls. Reciting this words;
*You were once bound, now you are free.
Your work has been accomplished, not I ask that you chill out.
I unbind every ties made with you, I cut it loose.
You were once bound, now you are free.*
I removed every single needle in the dolls, then placed the wooden dolls on the alter.
Next I started with the mixture, i poured water into the silver bowl from a silver cup (chalice) then emptied a bottle of witch hazel in the silver bowl.
Next i sprinkled salt, exactly the amount of salt Arkalis sprinkled in his mixture. Then I threw in the leafs of vervain in the silver bowl.
I carried each of the wooden dolls and put them inside the silver bowl.
I raised my hand just above the silver bowl pouring in my magic, while chanting…
“Winds in the north, run through the trees.
Three times three, let them see, let them see.
Sands of the east, rich soils beneath.
Three times three, set them free, set them free.
Fires in the south, awaken from sleep
Three times three, let them see, let them see.
Water of the west, flow to the seas.
Three times three, set them free, set them free.
Take away the power you had granted, let it be removed from their very veins three times three.
Once the cock crows by night time, turn them back and let the change remain!”
It happened all too fast, one minute I was ending my chant and the other minute Christian raised a knife really high above and struck it really deep into his stomach.
“Christian.” I screeched in disbelief charging towards him with so much agility. Why in the world would he thrust a knife into his stomach.
“Help. Help me!!” I cried out, holding Christian in my arms. No one was coming, no was answering me!
I raised my head up and looked at their faces confused. I stared at his mum, she just sobbed quietly. His dad, gran-dad, great-gran… they all threw their face away. Even my aunt and uncle, the whole clan!! They all looked away.
The words of terror came rushing back… *They all know it. Everyone around you know that there is a cost you have to pay, a cost that would shatter you into pieces.*