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Story: The WitchSlayer

His lids lowered halfway before he rolled his eyes.

“You are covered in the evidence of me touching you. Are you truly to tell me you wish to be bashful still?”

“You really are a perverted Dragon, are you not?”

He was still waiting.

“For you, yes. Now, lower the furs. I wish to see.”

His words were answered with a pouting smile, the kind that told him she was happy with what he said. She dropped the blanket around her feet and tilted her head up defiantly.

Dear heavens. She is lucky I do not shift and take her again now.

Amalia sat in the tub facing the Dragon while she bathed. She tried to give him her back, but he’d been unhappy with her doing so and demanded she turn. Considering she was pleased with him today, she decided to comply.

He will let me use magic again,she thought while soaking in the warmth of the water.

She was a little nervous about washing herself in front of him, but the greedy stare he gave her was titillating to say the least. It grew when she raised a leg to wipe it down and clean the dirt that had collected over it, especially her knees from being against the ground.

The bite marks tingled with pain from the water getting to them, reminding her that she had them, and ached her nipples that were terribly scraped from rubbing against the rough ground from his hard thrusts.

The heat did soothe her bruises though, the many that she had.

When she lowered that leg so that her knee was bent, not being able to lay down in the tub because of its size, she extended the other. She noticed he lifted his head higher.

This is quite erotic having him watch me like this.The fingers of his paws tightened when she ran her hand under the curve of her calf.

Although her core was quite tender, it still managed to thrum, making her realise she was becoming aroused by this.Perhaps I am the perverted one?She almost giggled to herself.

“Your body is much softer than it appears,” he said, his eyes seeming to widen when she raised her arms to wipe them as well.

“Do you often watch women bathe?”

She was trying to redirect their conversation because she could see he was growing excited. He licked at his jowls with his head lifting higher. Even his forearms bunched.

“No, never. My kind dip in streams and lakes. It does not look like this.”

“Sounds awfully cold,” she answered while dipping her head back so that she could wet the length of her hair and wash her face.

Her palms came down to wipe the water away before she wiped over her neck and shoulders. His eyes followed her hands, and she couldn’t stop her face from heating when she had to rub her breast. His entire body tensed when she did and then he quickly stood.

He blew a ring of fire above his head before he chanted the word he needed, and it came back to encase him.

A moment later, he was human and walking towards her. She could see that he was hard, his thick shaft jutting from between his hips like a pillar of strength and proof of his dominating manhood.

“Wait.”

He didn’t. He leaned his hands against the sides of the tub and lowered himself to capture her lips with his own. His mouth was rough, and she released the tiniest moan when she returned it.

“Get out of the water,” he said between hurried kisses.

Amalia curled her body in the tub to escape him, lifting one of her legs so she could place her foot against his torso. She started to push him away.

“I need to heal and rest, Dragon. You were very rough with me before.”

“I do not think I will be able to wait that long,” he muttered, licking the seam of his lips to taste her own.

Then his eyes trailed down her body, and she saw his shaft pulsate and bob.

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