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Chapter

Thirty-Four

DRISK

“ I can help,” I hiss, drawing her attention to me as I hold her within my stare, my heart clenching with what I must ask of her. “But I will need to access my ice fire,” I admit in a long hiss. “With it I can reforge Daghel’s sword with it, assume my true form and break from these chains.”

She blinks at me, not at all understanding what I am asking.

“Whatever you are going to do, do it quickly,” Linahna growls in a quiet voice as she presses against the entrance of the cavern to peer cautiously around the corner. “If they return before you do this fancy ice fire, we are all going to be dead.”

“Right,” Anya replies with a sharp nod of her head and she glances back over at me expectantly. “So how do you summon it?”

I do not know how to say it without making it sound as if I am using her. “I need to build my internal heat… as I did to summon my mating fire. But the ice fire takes more. It will not be pleasant. But once it is achieved, it will continue to burn so long as the fires are maintained.”

The memory of my fires dwindling and banking with the loss of Durethikal until I succumbed to periods of nightmare-filled sleep is still fresh within me. They did not truly awaken until I sensed Durethikal and found Daghel. But I could never regain my full power. I did not dare to even try while we were in hiding. To regain my full power now is both a temptation but also a terrible risk because of what it would demand of my delicate mate. I swallow back my misery, expecting the rejection to come as I steel myself to make the matter clearer when a look of understanding that crosses her face and she laughs softly.

“It seems being a courtesan and not easily shocked is going to save the day after all,” she muses as she unfastens her surc and allows the material to fall around her legs. Gathering it above her hips, she turns and lowers herself to the floor, presenting her ass to me.

Linahna looks back toward us, her brow furrowing in response to our muddled conversation but a blush rises rapidly into her cheeks with embarrassment as she witnesses my prick extrude as I gather myself over my wyva’s hindquarters.

“What is the name of all the hells?—”

“We are gathering the fucking fires so Drisk can burn it all down,” my mate replies with a wink toward the orc that makes the other female quietly chuckle. “You know… it’s that special cunt magic.”

“Gods, Anya. Only you would prove that fucking can save the day. Do what you need to do, high queen, and I will try not to watch too closely.”

Anya’s soft laughter makes my cock drip with pre-cum as I nudge her slit with it, notching myself at her entrance.

“Why would I care if you watch?” Her head turns toward me, drawing my gaze. “Do you have any objections, Drisk?”

“Not one,” I purr. “But brace yourself, wyva,” I warn as I press my hips forward, shoving my prick mercilessly within her with such strength that she nearly comes off her knees.

I nearly stop, fearful that I have harmed her, but her moan rises from beneath me in encouragement and her cunt clenches hard around my length in a way that makes my cock swell further inside of her with wyvern fire.

“Don’t stop now,” she chokes. “You promised me the fucking of a lifetime, so if you are going to fuck me to death, do it now. Don’t fuck off on me now.”

I growl softly in her ear, pitching my voice low. “When have I ever fucked off and left such a perfect cunt when it is so greedy and weeping for me? Only the treasure of my heart would keep my fires stirring so boldly below the surface and greedy for you.”

“Gods, you are such a talker,” she replies with a small laugh. “And how I love you. Now fuck me.”

I shift my hips and allow myself a moment to relish the tight pull of her cunt’s muscles on my length before plunging back in, dragging a ragged moan from her. I hiss in response as the first kindle starts within my gut and I thrust again, harder, and again. I pump my hips, my cock withdrawing and plunging in a building tempo that not only has my mating panting beneath me, but draws a small, shuddering gasp from the orc watching us.

I boldly hold the female’s eye as I revel in the audience of my claiming. It stirs my arousal, igniting my fires higher so that I growl over Anya in my ardor as I thrust in an ever-quickening tempo, shuttling my cock in and out of the sheath stretched snugly around me. It creams and weeps, spilling my frothy pre-cum with her own sweet juices onto the ground with every quick withdrawal of my cock before it slams back in again. I thrust over and over with a brutal pace, working her on my length so fiercely that more pre-cum spurts from me, filling her with more of my heat, preparing her for my inferno as her cunt greedily swallows it down. My mate pants and cries out as her body whips forward with my plowing, only to fling herself back to meet the drive of my prick with a shout.

“Oh.. ah… oh fuck. Oh, gods,” she wails as my rut turns aggressive, picking up speed as an instinct to dominate and breed my mate mindlessly overtakes me.

“Oh gods,” Linahna echoes, her fist pressing against her own cunt in an attempt to stem her own desire.

She may not have any interest in being rutted by a male, but it is clear that she enjoys watching a female taking it. And I am very pleased to show off just how well I can do it.

I curl my lip, baring my teeth in a savage grin as I snap my hips violently, wringing a cry from my female, as my wings thrash against the ground, gathering more force behind the thrusts. Her cunt squeezes my length in a velvet grip, clenching as her muscles tighten and fluttering with a little pulse before breaking with her release to pulse all around with a rhythmic squeezing motion, dragging tightly on my length as if milky me before starting all over again. I resist the urge to release, holding it back so that my fires rise hotter and brighter within me.

My cock begins to engorge and strain beyond normal within her, every thrust clasping me so tightly that it borders on pain which sends a lick of dark pleasure deeper through me as an icy-hot sensation wells in my throat as I feel the first hint of my flame filling my mouth. Anya’s cunt pulses hard as it tightens around me and she trembles inside and out, making her vibrate exquisitely around my length until she bears down, her channel quaking and flexing hard around me in a vicious sucking sensation as she screams her pleasure.

Fire bellows through me as my cock spasms, my seed spilling through her as blue fire spills from my mouth over the both of us. Her cunt tightens and releases in quickening, brutal spasms as I fuck her through my fires as the blue flames climb over and around us, burning the glamour away from my scales, rendering them to their true blue-black sheen even as it engulfs the sword and the chains holding me. Fire breaks the chains, freezing and shattering them even as it harmlessly races up Daghel’s blade, separating the particles and reforging it instantly with its own ice-fire. Durethikal’s fire that had once already touched it within his hand. It was that which made it possible. I shake my head, sending the remnants of the chain flying as I continue to fuck my release and pour fire. I can sense Linahna easing away, but that common sense seems to elude the panicked guard who comes racing in as he begins to raise the alarm, only to be engulfed in the roar of my flame.

He falls to the floor, his skin blackening and peeling away from where the ice-fire touched him. I watch dispassionately, feeling only a sense of satisfaction that the rest of my cum drains from my testicles with a pleasant hum of sensation. I hiss and shiver with my completion as I slowly withdraw my prick from my mate’s clutch. She whimpers in reaction, and my seed, which had already spilled in copious amounts during our rut, gushes from in a thick stream from her cunt’s swollen lips.

I draw back and nuzzle her gently with concern, smiling in relief when she gives it a reassuring pat and turns her mouth toward it in an unexpected kiss. I freeze in surprise as renewed heat wraps under my heart in adoration as she presses her lips so firmly to the front of my muzzle that I instinctually lick out to briefly capture her taste. Her mouth parts at that moment, capturing the tapered tip of my tongue in, sucking it in a far sweeter kiss than I could have imagined. A special kiss made for me. All the jealousy I felt whenever she coupled mouths with Daghel melts away and I savor her kiss with a purr of deepening love. Sadly, it ends far too abruptly because Linahna hurries in just as I am beginning to enjoy myself and Anya’s mouth withdraws from mine as she turns to greet the other female.

“Gods, Anya, you look like hell. Well fucked, too, but definitely liked you have were fucked in some outer wheel of one of the hells,” the female observes with a wince, but my mate only laughs lustily as she rises to her feet.

Brushing her hands off, she gathers her surc back into place, grimacing slightly at the seed that is still dripping from her, but that cannot be helped. I am surprised, however, when she runs to the remains of the guard. Bending down, she pulls his sword from the scabbard and tosses it aside before wrestling the belt off of him and swinging it around her hips, the empty scabbard tapping her thigh. She gets the belt fastened but we all freeze as the distant sound of foots steps rushing through the wyvern caverns echoes back to us.

“Time to get out of here,” my mate observes as she turns toward me, climbing expertly onto my back. I hand Daghel’s sword to her and she murmurs her thanks as she slides it into the sheath hanging from the belt at her waist.

“Come on,” Anya shouts to the other female and I inwardly recoil in distaste as a dull flush climbs Linahna’s face.

To her credit, the princess shakes her head as she backs away. “Impossible,” she calls up. “Drisk will never allow me to mount. Besides… you know what happens to those who do. There is a reason that no one but the mated and bonded mount a wyvern.”

Anya pauses and curses vehemently, recalling the reason at the exact moment that my strands penetrate her, anchoring her to me—her mind to my mind.

“Right,” she pants and shakes her head to clear it before casting a worried glance toward the other female. “What will you do then?”

Linahna smirks as she backs away from my side. “Go back to my bedchambers, of course, and then perform being very shocked when guards come rushing in to search for you. I cannot leave,” she says, her fingers going to a gleaming pendant at her breast.

“You are going to stay?” My little female asks, so aghast at the idea that I want to cackle with amusement. What a time this is turning out to be for her.

“What do you imagine that they will do to me?” Linahna laughs. “Oh! Do not forget to tell the gathol that their females are safe. When they failed to return, I kept an eye on their mates to make sure neither Vorn nor their men tried anything. They are not happy or comfortable, but they are alive and whole, and waiting for their mates. Now get the fuck out of here, both of you,” she shouts as she runs out of the cavern.

My mate stares after her in aghast, her concern rolling through me, but I do not let it slow me down. Running on all fours, I begin to spread my anterior fingers as I race for the exit, allowing my wings to spread just enough that they ripple in preparation to catch the air. The night opens up to us, embraces us as we burst from the cavern as my powerful legs spring into the air and wings snap wide. We sail from the cavern amid a frenzy of shouts and alarm from below, and the village valley spreads out beneath us as fires spring up, spreading the alert of our escape before rapidly shrinking as my wings carry us higher and higher into the air.

“We need to get to the gathols!” Anya shouts over the wind and I wince as the volume of her mental voice hits me. I glance back at her reproachfully and she gives me a small, embarrassed grin. “Sorry about that. But Daghel said?—”

“The gathols, yes, I know,” I rumble with amusement. “As it happens, I know a shortcut to get us there even quicker.”

I turn, spreading my wings wide to bank the force of my spin before diving toward a crevice that runs through the center of the mountain. My mate’s heart pounds anxiously as we speed in a long glide through the heart of the mountain, its confining walls closing in increasingly around us little by little until she is forced to flatten herself against my back. The claustrophobic whip of air is a shrill shriek as we skim the stones above and below us until we shoot out into the open air at the other end. I roll in the air until we come back upright, my mate’s laughter ringing in my ears as I flap my wings and carry us forward over the ice and snow.

Valleys that most of the Cold Fang Clan have never seen, as they have never been on this side of the Fang Peaks’ border mountain, Gathanaral, open below us in rivers of blue and white ice and heavy drifts of snow. We fly far longer than I like, especially since my mate is without even a cloak, but she seems to be handling the icy weather far better than ever, her skin retaining a blush of warmth as we glide toward our destination.

At last, a rugged double peak mountain rises and an encampment comes into view within a valley tucked deeply between its peaks. A burst of blue ice-flame leaves me as the orcs spill out of their tents and the wyverns gathered on the cliffs begin to croon and take to the skies. And my clever Anya chooses that moment to withdraw Daghel’s sword so that its fire burns high, banishing any doubts within the minds of the witnessing gathols of just who is calling to them, rallying them to battle.