Xinyi
Kirin. The word came from the Knight's lips and my eyes widened - as much confirmation as anything. But I wasn't about to admit that.
"What? No, I was going to say that I'm a cambion," I said quickly, pulling on past lies to help me cover this mess. "Haven't you heard that the mortal races drove kirin to extinction? And besides, I heard that kirin look like unicorns, but weirder… uh, with scales and such…"
I eyed the Knight - Zeydrick, wasn't it? - as he finally stood, straightening to his full height. Seriously, was he a giant or something? My neck already hurt from staring up at him.
"Take care of the princess. Her wrist is swollen. And have the perimeter guard doubled,” he said, not taking those glowing golden eyes off me. "I need to have a talk with our newest guest."
He didn't ask or give me much choice, simply grabbed my upper arm and yanked, hauling me to my feet and off into the camp. A few soldiers openly stared while others pointedly did not. Heat flared on my cheeks, embarrassment clawing its way through my brain. I felt like a child about to be scolded by their parent, especially with how tall he was in comparison to me.
What made it worse was when he tossed me down onto a chair by a fire and just started pacing, cursing some spirit or another. He didn't ask me anything, just paced a few feet away.
After a time, when it seemed like his head had cooled, he turned on his heel and stomped over to me. He dragged a chair in front of me and sat himself into it, meeting my eyes again.
Gods above, it was hard looking into those golden eyes all the time. It kept making me think of his lips. How he tasted. How he desperately pressed against me.
My cheeks heated again and I turned away.
“Look," he finally said, letting out a breath. "I don't care if we tell everyone else that you're a cambion or whatever lie you think up. I know you're a kirin. The Spirits know. They're the ones who sent me off to look for you, those nosy pushy little fucks, and I'm supposed to bring you back to the Temple. You've been chosen by the Gods and Spirits to be the next Oracle."
"W-what? No, that's… you're mistaken, you must be. I'm no one," I said, looking anywhere but at his eyes. Or his lips. Or his face. Or - shit - or any part of him. This Zeydrick was dangerous. "Maybe you misunderstood what those spirits wanted? I've heard they aren't exactly descriptive in their instructions…"
"You're right, they most certainly aren't. But they told me enough, in hindsight. They said I would find you. That you would smell new. Then they gave me a single word… Kirin. The spirits don't deal in names. And you. Your scent is new to me. It's like nothing I've ever encountered…"
A moment of silence and a cold gauntlet cupped my chin. He turned me to face him and I suppressed the electric shudder that tickled my spine.
"But I don't want to give you to the Temple," came his deepened voice, a rumble like distant storms coming from his chest. Something in my middle heated at his words, at the way his eyes looked into mine. I hesitated only briefly before I leaned in, giving in to what my body wanted, feeling the heat spread the moment our lips met.
This man is dangerou-
I don't care.
I closed my eyes and lost myself again, even as I felt him pull me from my chair and to straddle his lap. One heavy hand threaded through my hair as another grasped my hip. My own hands found spots resting on a horn and his breastplate. Pressing against him, my body shuddered and loosened, drinking in his scent and taste.
"I want you," he groaned against my lips. "I want to make you mine, and I yours."
"But we know nothing about each other," I murmured, even as my body screeched at me to let him.
"I'm a dragon, specifically the progenitor of fire," he revealed as he kissed his way down my jaw and neck, his voice low and gravely. The ghosting of teeth against my sensitive neck made his words disappear from my thoughts. His fingers wormed their way beneath my tunic and a tremor ran through me when cold metal found my heated spine. "I like hot baths, ale, and killing mortals in my free time. Favorite color is blue and favorite food is meat. What else do you want to know?"
When his teeth nibbled against my neck, I let out a gasp, my cheeks darkening further.
"Haaah… w-wait… what… what was that about killing mortals?" I gasped out, trying to pull back from his questing hands. One of his hands dropped to my ass and I swear he sprouted two more pairs of hands with how they moved.
"Don't worry about it, they'll never die out, they breed like rabbits," his velvetine voice purred in my ear. I shuddered again and melted against him as teeth bit my ear, another gasp jumping from my throat.
"What about you, Xinyi?" The way he said my name should be illegal. I shivered and pressed against him.
"What… haah... what about me?" I asked, trying to keep my thoughts in order as his hand squeezed and kneaded into my ass.
"You said we couldn't till we knew each other," he reminded me, even as he lifted my bag off, followed closely by my tunic. Both, he dropped on the ground beside us. "So what should I know about you?"
I shook my head, my thoughts fuzzy, as everything circled back to him. To Zeydrick.
"I… I can't think," I admitted.
"Then let's not think."
Biting my lip, I said fuck it and dove back in, leaving my thoughts and reservations at the door, my lips covering his and my tongue diving into his warm mouth. Who cares, anyway? I don't want to die a virgin.
"Help me get my armor off," Zeydrick groaned when we finally parted the press of lips. As breathless as I was, all I could do was nod and slide off his lap, my knees trembling and my legs unsteady. As soon as he stood, my shaking fingers carefully helped him with the armor, one piece at a time. Each piece crashed to the ground beside him, taking gouges out of the earth.
My arms strained trying to hold even his gauntlets. I had no idea how he could wear such heavy armor.
I didn't ask, though, because as soon as his armor was off, he pushed me down onto a bedroll - one I hoped was his and that we weren't stealing someone's bed.
I learned later that it wasn’t his bedroll, but that no one would ever dare challenge him.
His lips covered mine again, devouring as our tongues tangled and his rubbed against mine. A jolt of electricity raced to my groin and I groaned into his mouth, my back arching up against him. I don't know how, but he knew what I wanted, as in the next moment a rough, calloused palm slid down my stomach and rubbed against my crotch. Another gasp and my legs jolted apart.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous…" he growled against my lips. His sultry voice sent another jolt, and he grinned - he'd felt the reaction between my legs.
"S-stop staring," I murmured, my cheeks heating. I was sure my cheeks matched his hair by this point.
"I'm going to drink you in and eat you up," he said in a rolling purr, his lips going down to my neck. Nips and kisses trailed their way down my neck, to my collarbone, to the middle of my chest. Just as I thought he was going down lower, his other hand ran along my side and cupped one side of my chest. A calloused thumb rubbed up over my nipple and I gasped, my body flinching at the unfamiliar touch.
That only seemed to encourage him.
His lips latched onto my other nipple as his finger and thumb teased, rubbed, and tugged the first.
Gods, I was a mess. My body writhed under him as he teased my nipples, going between them to lick and suck the nubs. Finally, I had to beg him to stop, that they were getting too sensitive.
He just smiled at me and moved down, trailing kisses and nips lower and lower, pulling my trousers off with strong hands as he did. One hand rubbed against my left thigh, his thumb pressing into the flesh. His teeth grazed the inner flesh of my right thigh and I gasped, twisting, trying to get him away from that sensitive area.
"Now, now…" he rumbled, holding me steadfast in his calloused grip. "Where do you think you're trying to get to?"
"Haaah… a-away from the big bad dragon…" I breathed out, biting my lip as I watched him. With a smirk on his lips, he bit my thigh, not hard enough to break skin, just hard enough to be slightly painful.
But my back arched and the moan that fell from my lips wasn't complaining.
"I think… someone needs to know… who's in charge…" he murmured, nipping and kissing my thigh as he spoke.
My cheeks hurt from blushing so hard and that did not help.
"Seems to me like the big bad dragon can't control himself…" I murmured, languidly stretching and rubbing my abused thigh against the scales along the side of his face.
"Are you going to tame me?" he asked, turning those golden, molten eyes to meet mine.
My cock jolted in appreciation.
Dammit all.
"Taming a dragon is a waste," I replied, "I'd rather you remain wild…" I bit my lip as his teeth nipped my other thigh, my hips squirming, a muffled moan slipping between my teeth.
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