Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
So sore…
My cock was so big it hurt at first, and she thinks she will waddle in the morning. The thought fills me with a smug sense of pride.
My first time…
I try to send my thoughts back to her. Each time will be better, I promise. I cannot connect with her, though. Not quite. Not yet…but there is more give when I push at her, as if she is slowly opening to me.
I press my lips to her brow as I drift off into a heavy slumber, and one final thought drifts through my head.
At least now I can go back to the fort.
She…wants to leave me?
Utter betrayal swamps me moments before I am dragged into sleep.
28
RACHEL
I curl up next to Jurik, utterly raw in both mind and body.
That was…intense. Beyond intense. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly come again, when I was too sensitive for him to touch me more, he wrested another hard orgasm from my body even as he bit the crap out of my throat.
The biting wasn’t my favorite.
I touch my sore neck, and it pulses feverishly hot. All of me feels warmer, actually. Not in an unpleasant way, but as if I’ve spent a day luxuriating in the sun. I squeeze my thighs together, and the ache there is greater. He’d thrust into me without warning, and the sharp, burning sensation of being stretched had been alarming, but gave way quickly to pleasure, and then it just felt intense all over as he thrust inside me. It felt like too much, but in all the best sorts of ways, and with his cock buried in me, it made my third orgasm the hardest one.
I blush just thinking about it. Here I’d been so reluctant to have sex with him and then the moment I decide to go forward, I come and come and come so many times it’s embarrassing. It was like the floodgates had opened, and that mental image makes me blush all over again.
Jurik doesn’t wake up next to me, and I remain curled up at his side until the sweaty, sticky feeling on my skin starts to bother me. It’s warm in the house, and this mattress still looks fresh and brand new despite years of neglect, and I don’t want to stink it up. I glance at Jurik and he’s still fast asleep, his lips parted, and he looks so replete and content that I decide to leave him be, even if I’m a little miffed that he just rolled over and started snoring. Is that part of sex? Or is it something different with dragons? I’ll have to ask him when he awakens.
I ease out of bed, and I’m sticky and messy between my thighs. My embarrassment grows, and I hurry to the nearby bathroom. Inside, everything’s dusty but I try one of the knobs on the shower and after a few moments of questionable gurgling, brackish water spits out. The tap turns clear after a minute, and I step in and wash up. The water’s ice cold, but I don’t care. Just getting clean is an utterly amazing feeling. I luxuriate in the shower, taking a few sips of water as I do. The shampoo’s dried up, but I manage to get a dry chunk of it out of the old shampoo bottle and rub it into my hair and it works just as well. You learn not to be picky in the After. I’m all too aware that after this shampoo is gone, there’s no more shampoo at all unless I learn how to make my own. You take what you have—no matter how dried up, beat up, or broken—and you’re grateful.
After I’m done showering, I tilt my head under the water and drink my fill. My stomach rumbles, reminding me that I’ve missed even more meals, and I get out of the shower and squeeze the excess water from my hair. There’s old towels left in the cabinet under the sink, some of them moth eaten, but I find one that seems pretty clean and dry off. I retrieve my dress from the floor where Jurik cast it away, slip it on, and then find my pack. I sit on the edge of the bed with it and hunt for my food.
My extra rations of food are a little squashed and stale, but they taste fine. Or…I guess they taste like rations. I think of the fresh meat that Jurik fed me yesterday and my mouth waters. After he’d fed me, he’d shifted to dragon form and ate the rest of the cow. Maybe I can get him to catch another cow for us. I’d love more fresh meat. Heck, I’d be happy with anything that’s not corn, corn, and more corn.
With that thought in my head, I remember there’s a kitchen attached to this cute little house, and it might not be raided, either. If there are towels, and a bed, surely there’s something in the kitchen? I look down at Jurik. He’s still passed out, his big body sprawled.