Lisette Ashton - Dragon Desire

Tavia squeezed her palm hard against the throbbing nub of her clitoris.

It was as much as she needed to push her body beyond the precipice of pleasure. She gasped and relished the rush of satisfaction as it rippled through her body.

And, although she had tried to maintain her balance whilst she squatted on the floor to suck the seer, an involuntary twitch of her leg muscle sent her sprawling. She cried out in protest, surprised by the way her body was trying to dump her so unceremoniously on the dungeon floor. She snatched her hand hurriedly from her sex in a bid to stop herself from falling.

Alvar caught her with one hand.

She stared at him, surprised to find him holding her wrist.

‘Here,’ he said, helping her to stand. ‘Thank you for pleasuring me so efficiently, Tavia of Blackheath.’

He raised her wrist to his lips and kissed her hand.

It was the hand she had just used to finger herself to climax. His kiss lingered on the wet knuckles. His eyes studied her as his lips continued to caress the oily flesh of her fingers. Slowly, once she was safely standing up, he lowered himself on one knee. At no point did he ever let his lips leave her hand.

‘I pledge my fealty to Tavia of Blackheath and her quest for the dragon horn,’ he declared. ‘Is that what you wanted to hear?’

She allowed him to continue kissing her knuckles, excited by the way he seemed to be lapping the flavour of her sex from her fingers.

‘Your pledge of fealty will do for the moment,’ she allowed. ‘Although I’d appreciate it if you could also tell me how I shall find the source of the dragon horn.’

‘Petition for my release,’ he insisted. ‘Once I’m free from these dungeons then you can put me on the birlinn that the castellan will have waiting in the west harbour. That vessel will transport us both to the source of the dragon horn. But I won’t say any more until you’ve petitioned for my release.’

He climbed up from his knee and kissed her on the lips.

His tongue explored her mouth and she knew he was tasting the remnants of his own ejaculate from her kiss. She was not surprised to feel a stiffness return to his loins as their tongues intertwined and he drank his own flavour. She wondered if he was more excited by the passion of their kiss or his narcissistic delight in tasting himself. It was a cruel and uncharitable thought, she supposed, but that did not mean it was any less accurate.

‘Will we find the source of the dragon horn?’ she demanded. ‘Is it really within our power? How long will it take? And will we be able to get dragon horn into the North Ridings without upsetting my father the castellan?’

Alvar, son of Erland, patted Tavia gently on the rear. He bent down and pulled up his braies, cinching the drawstring tight around his waist.

‘Go and petition for my release,’ he told her. ‘Once I’m a free man I’ll give you all the answers you want.’ His smile was broad with lewd meaning as he added, ‘I’ll give you all the answers you want, and anything else you desire.’

She said nothing.

Although she knew he was a seer, and bound to tell the truth by virtue of his vocation, Tavia was suddenly struck by the worry that it might be unwise to place all her trust in Alvar, son of Erland.

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