CONTENT ADVISORY / TRIGGER WARNING
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS/STRONG IMPLICATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND OFFENSIVE OR DISTURBING:
~ NUDITY
~ VIOLENCE
~ PHYSICAL CONTACT
"Hmmm, so it worked," Libelle murmured, her voice just above a whisper. She tapped her slender finger to her lip.
"What," Eskil panted, "have you done to me?" He slowly opened his eyes as the pain began to fade. She was still contently sitting on him, but this time there was no fear in her eyes. It sickened him. The pride it had brought him when he was able to effortlessly strike fear into her eyes was gone.
Seeming to be analyzing him, she stared at him silently like he was a subject in an alchemist's laboratory. It made him uncomfortable and sent chills up his spine. When had he become such a coward?
His anger returned as soon as the pain vanished, and he forcefully pushed her from his lap. He followed as she tumbled backwards and he grabbed her wrists, slamming them down onto the ground by her head, just as she had done to him. Despite his human appearance, he was still a dragon. The need for revenge was great, but the urge to taste her blood on his tongue was even greater. He opened his mouth wide and lowered his head down over her jugular, his razor-sharp canines brushing over her skin like tickling feathers.
The same incredible pain rushed through him as every nerve cell in his body screamed and burned. It felt like his skin was being stripped from his body as his muscles were being torn from the bone, and his soul was being ripped into shreds. It was an excruciating pain he had never felt before. It was pain he would never wish upon any of his kin.
He panted hard again with his eyes clenched shut as he held the female elf firmly beneath him. He waited for the pain to pass once more. "What have you done to me?" he groaned out.
She shifted herself beneath him, and he raised his head to look at her. Her cheeks were a rosy pink and she was averting her chilling eyes. He grabbed her chin roughly and then loosened his grip when another pain stung at him as a warning. He turned her head towards him, directing her gaze to meet with his.
"Tell me, woman, what have you done to me?"
She opened her mouth to reply then snapped it shut, the color in her cheeks darkening. A deep growl emerged from his throat. "Slayer, in this form I may not be able to harm you, but I do have ways to make you speak."
She sighed, "Fine then, you big oaf, I'll tell you once you get off of me."
He growled again, "I am rather comfortable with you at my mercy."
He was, to his surprise, very comfortable with his mortal enemy pinned beneath the weight of his body. The warmth coming from her body felt delicious as it warmed his cool skin. He fit snugly between her legs, and her plump chest pressing against his felt strangely erotic.
She sighed again, "I will not tell you anything until you get off of me. You hear me? You want the story, you're going to listen." She wiggled against him, sliding herself upwards and pulling her wrists from his hands. Eskil paused as he sensed a feeling he hadn't felt in a very long time. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this way. He felt aroused.
Why? He could not answer. He was so angry and rage burned deep down to his core. Arousal was the last thing on his mind, least of all arousal for a slayer. A cursed dragon reborn as a mortal. This was disgusting, it was embarrassing. He pushed himself upwards to follow the elf who was still scooting away, the pink color of her cheeks now a deep red.
He was nestled between her thighs again and pushing her back down to the floor when an uncontrolled, desire-filled moan escaped his mouth. A wave of pleasure shot through him when his body rubbed against her inner thigh, and he found himself unconsciously grinding his hips against her groin.
What are you doing you fool? He mentally snapped. You're here in this situation, and because of this damned she-elf, you're in a mortal's form! Secure the information you need to change back, kill her, and be done with this whole mess!
Eskil growled again when another wave of pleasure spiked through him. How he did not know? Or, gather the information, mate her, then kill her. The idea was one that intrigued him yet still disturbed him. How do mortals even mate? They don't lay eggs like dragons, do they? No, they enter this world screaming from their mother's loins.
The naive thought had to cross his mind; he had never seen mortals in the act. It disgusted him, so it was a scene he'd never wanted to see. The scene he did want to see of mortals, was them screaming in agony as his flames charred them to the bone.
He sat up on his knees and looked down to where his pleasure was radiating from, and from his waist he saw, stood to attention, a thick and pulsating cock. Mortal's genitalia looked very different from that of a dragon. He gripped his hand around it, examining yet another foreign part of his body. Not all dragons found pleasure in mating, they mostly did so to protect the future of their species, and it was only ever with the one they would call lifemate. So to have this long, hard thick and hot rod in his possession was very new.
However, here he lay with the slayer pinned beneath him, and all he wanted to do was mate to satisfy his own pleasure. He combated his mental thoughts as an array of them rushed through his mind in a whirlpool. Dragons mate with only one dragon their entire life, their lifemate, and the slayer was not his lifemate. Why did he feel arousal for her? He blamed her damned curse.
He watched as she quickly pushed herself away again, attempting to stand as he grabbed her leather waistband. She glared at him. "Behave yourself, beast."