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Her features were firmly composed, showing no fear, no worry, no hesitation. He licked at his lips slightly, the scent of desire still rolling off her, cloying and thick from her. She could lie with her face all she wanted; her body was screaming the truth.

“Kill,” she panted, her chest heaving from sprinting. “I do not kill Dragons.”

They circled each other enough that he also made it to the pile, and he picked up his own sword to point back at her. Her head tilted, and he figured that was her way of acting surprised.

“You do not truly wish to harm me, do you?” He stepped closer to draw her attack. “I have two swords on me, and I only plan to slam one of them inside you this day.”

And it was not the one in his hand.

Her scent deepened at his words, and he couldn’t stop himself from groaning. Still unclothed, he grabbed his cock and gave it a needy stroke, wishing to feel her heat around it rather than the cool air of his cave.

Her face does not match her body.Both were extremes of each other.She makes me feel crazed.

He stepped even closer, until the points of their weapons were almost touching. He tapped hers lightly to play with her.

His eyes crinkled with deep-seated humour. “Come now, we are being ridiculous. We both want me inside you.”

“I am not going to be some whore for you to play with.”

She finally swung at him, knocking his sword sideways. He tightened his grip, following the swing so it didn’t fly from his hand.

“Well, that is a rather grotesque way of putting it.” He gave his own swing, and she narrowly missed it on purpose so she could swipe her blade downwards. It forced him to step back. “By your logic, would I also not be your whore?”

Her motions stuttered in surprise.

However, she swung up, and once again, he had to step back to miss it. “This was not what we agreed.”

She is a lot better with a sword than I thought she would be.Already, he could tell she was better than most human men he’d fought.

“Did you not say you did not care what happened to you after you returned your sister home?”

He slashed his sword forward, and hers came up to deflect it. A loud ringing filled the space, bouncing off the cave walls.

“I meant in the terms of my death.”

She swung, and he deflected it this time.

She was swift and much more agile than he was. He was also not using much force, since he had no intention of harming her. He could tell she wasn’t putting in all her effort, either.

“I would much rather burn you with my passion than with my flames.” He swung up, knowing she would block him. Since they were so close now, she stepped back when he tried to grab her wrist with his free hand. “I am rather fond of the idea of keeping you.”

“I will not be a prisoner.”

“Perhaps I do not want to keep you as a prisoner.” There was a pause shared between them while she tried to understand what he meant.

The next time she swung at him, he was prepared.

It was a downwards swing, and he dodged it by stepping sideways while dropping his own sword. The blade sailed through the air next to him and hit the ground.

She hadn’t expected him to come so close so suddenly, and Geryon managed to tackle her. He curled his arms around her head and midsection to protect her precious body from the ground.

Her sword was lost, clanking against the cave floor while he pinned her forearms down.

“Got you, my butterfly with fangs,” he said down to her before he crushed her lips with his own.

Geryon groaned against her mouth and thrust his cock between her legs at the feel of her, the scent of her, the taste of her.So unbelievably soft.There was even a tiny moan in return, and his shaft twitched to the sound.

When her lips moved beneath his, he cupped the sides of her beautiful face with one hand to deepen the kiss. Her fingers dug into his back, and she bucked against him, the wonderful slide of her body slipping against his.