Dragon in the Dark – Kindred Tales Read Online Evangeline Anderson

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Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 126848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
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“Mmm, you get really loud when you come, don’t you, little girl?” Dra’vik growled softly in Iyanna’s year.

“Told you so. Can’t…can’t help it,” she panted. “My ex always wanted me to shut up but I can’t. I just get…carried away.”

“Mmm-hmm…you do seem to,” he murmured. “So tell me something—do you feel healed now? Or should I keep this up?”

Iyanna understood what he was asking—he wanted to know if she wanted to come again. And whether it was because the pleasure poisoning wasn’t quite gone or because of the erotic situation she found herself in, the answer was definitely “yes.”

You shouldn’t though—he’s your partner. Isn’t this going to make things more awkward on the mission? whispered a skeptical little voice in her head. You’d better tell him no, Iyanna.

She opened her mouth to do that—to do the sensible thing and say “no.” And instead what came out of her mouth was a low moan.

“Yes,” she whispered, writhing in Dra’vik’s arms. “Yes, keep…keep it up for a little while longer, please. I don’t…don’t think the pleasure poisoning is quite gone yet.”

“Mmm, whatever you want, little girl,” he murmured softly. “I’ll keep fingerfucking your soft little cunt until you tell me to stop.”

And he proceeded to do exactly that.

TWENTY-TWO

Dra’vik knew it was a bad idea, touching the little female so intimately—he was just teasing himself with what he couldn’t have. But damnit, he couldn’t sit by while she was in acute pain from the pleasure poisoning, could he?

Besides, he admitted to himself, he wanted to touch her again. After watching her come several times in his dreams and sucking her ripe nipples the night before, he was dying to stroke her soft little pussy and taste her juices.

Her flavor filled his mouth as he continued caressing her soft, wet folds. He could taste the sweet blandness of the pleasure pods secretions but the salty taste of her pussy was stronger, making him wish he was tasting it the right way—with his face buried between her thighs and her legs over his shoulders.

He especially wanted to feel her small, soft hands on his horns again while he licked her. A Drake’s horns were one of his weapons—the tips sharp and lethal. But around the base, where they sprouted from his forehead, they were extremely sensitive—almost an erogenous zone. He’d loved the way she had caressed them the night before while he sucked her nipples—it had made him so fucking hot he’d almost come just from the way she was stroking his horns.

But for now, he concentrated on filling her soft pussy with his fingers and stroking her to another orgasm. Gods, he loved the way she moaned so loudly for him when she came! It made him especially hot that she had that phrase that so obviously pushed her buttons.

“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear as he felt her quivering in his arms, getting ready to come again. “You’re such a good girl, Iyanna, opening yourself and letting me pet your soft little pussy. Come for me now—come hard while I fingerfuck your soft little cunt.”

She did come again, writhing in his arms and moaning so loudly that the flight attendant came back. This time all three of her eyes peeked around the privacy screen.

“I’m sorry, Sir, but I really have to ask you to—oh!” she exclaimed, her eyes going wide and the stalks going ridged with shock as she saw what he was doing.

Iyanna stiffened in his arms when she saw the flight attendant watching, but she didn’t try to push his hands away.

“Sorry,” Dra’vik rumbled casually, though he never stopped stroking Iyanna’s soft pussy. “This is the only way to soothe my cherished wife when she has a bad dream.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “You have a problem with that?”

“I…er, no. Please, excuse me.”

Clearly mortified, the attendant hurried off while Iyanna lay panting in his arms.

“You…you shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered and Dra’vik could tell by her voice that she was both embarrassed…and still turned on. “What is she going to think of us?” she added.

“Who gives a fuck?” he growled softly. “It’s not like we’ll ever see her again.”

“We might—on the trip back home,” she pointed out.

“Still don’t care,” Dra’vik told her.

“What if she comes back? You should, er, take your fingers out so I can cover up,” she protested in a whisper. “What if they refuse to let us buy passage home because of how we’re acting?”

Dra’vik could smell the heat in her scent and it hadn’t escaped his notice that she wasn’t trying to push his hands away or close her legs while he continued to touch her.

She likes this, he realized. It fucking turned her on, getting caught.

But she also had a point—this shuttle was the only way back to the moon where he had left his ship—they didn’t need to risk the attendant refusing them passage because of their naughty behavior.



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