Page 66 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Stars
Dorin wanted to be closer to them. She wanted anything and everything with Neamhaí.
His tongue brushed against hers as they kissed, and Dorin moaned into the sensation.
After what felt like a beautiful eternity, she pulled back for air and they just… looked at each other for a long moment. A sense of understanding passed between them. She couldn't believe all those years she thought she was alone, save her sister—but Neamhaí had been watching over her. Had come for her, when no one else had.
"We should probably try that wax before it all melts onto your table," Neamhaí whispered, a smile curving his lips.
"Oh! Right!" Dorin turned to see the little votive now had a pool of melted wax around its wick.
She picked it up carefully and stood by the bed. "Here?" she asked, her fingers grazing his toned chest. Neamhaí nodded in response.
She slowly tipped the candle, and molten wax dripped onto their chest. The sound Neamhaí made in response was certainly not one of discomfort; in fact, it sent a pulse of pleasure straight between Dorin's legs.
"It doesn't hurt, does it?"
"No, it feels incredible. Everything you do to me feels incredible, goddess." Neamhaí's voice had taken on a rasp that, again, made the apex of Dorin's thighs throb.
She poured more of the wax, savoring the expression on Neamhaí's face. She made a delicate trail across his chest until the little pool at the center of the candle was gone, enjoying the way his body responded to the sensations. When she was done, she blew out the tiny flame, the puff of smoke curling into nothing.
"I've made a mess of you, it seems." Dorin smirked as she looked at Neamhaí, absolutely ruined, and sated, and at her mercy. She found she rather enjoyed the sight.
"You can make a mess of me any time you like, goddess," they replied with a smile. The sight of their strange, deadly teeth sent a thrill down Dorin's spine. She wondered what those teeth would feel like pressed into her neck.
"Come with me," Dorin commanded, smirking to herself as she turned toward the door of her cottage without waiting for him to follow.
"Where are we going?" Neamhaí asked when he caught up to her at the other edge of the clearing. He had hastily thrown his borrowed shirt back on, but no pants.
"To get you cleaned up," Dorin answered matter-of-factly.
After a few more moments, their destination materialized under her sister's light high above. A steaming hot spring, nestled amongst the trees. It was why she had chosen to make her home in this part of the woods; Dorin loved to come here and soak in the warm water.
"In you go," she said with a smile, pointing at the spring. She began to undress, and Neamhaí stood motionless, watching her intently. When she had removed all of her clothes and stood naked before him, Neamhaí stepped closer.
Without a word, he scooped her up in his arms and walked them both into the pool. Once they were in the water, he didn't let her go; he brought his lips to hers once more, and the ache that had been building between Dorin's legs all day became more urgent.
"Touch me, Neamhaí," she said, breathless.
"Tell me what you want," they answered, their tone a touch predatory, their focus intense.
"Set me on the edge of the pool."
Neamhaí did as she asked, and she spread her legs apart. His gaze was fixed between her thighs.
"You're perfect, Dorinavasya. I will worship you tonight and every night you'll have me."
His mouth was on her a moment later; his tongue stroked her, working her bundle of nerves as chills danced along her limbs. The gentle press of his teeth against her inner thighs was breathtaking.
Dorin leaned back on her hands and let herself cry out, taking her pleasure in the light of the moon.
He kept stroking her until her legs were shaking, and she came undone with a gasp, the sensation of her inner muscles clenching and releasing in pulsing waves, overwhelming her. Only then did Neamhaí pull back far enough to look up at her from between her thighs.
They were perfect; this strange dragon that had fallen from the sky, her guardian, who was now exploring all it meant to be mortal alongside her.
They stared at each other for a long while, catching their breath.
There was more Dorin wanted, though.
"Will you… put yourself inside me?" she asked, not quite knowing the best words to use. She knew what the humans did, but she'd never had to put it into words. Though she didn't think Neamhaí would mind the clumsy language.
Without a word, he pulled her back into the spring with a splash, and they laughed as he held her once more.
She could feel that they were hard again, their cock pressing insistently into her hip.
"There's a ledge in the water on the other side of the spring, if you want to sit there…" Dorin instructed, and Neamhaí moved to obey.
Once they were seated, Dorin moved to straddle Neamhaí's lap, and their hard length brushed against her opening. "Is this alright?" she asked.
"Yes," Neamhaí said, breathless, and Dorin lowered herself so the tapered tip of his cock entered her. They both inhaled sharply at the feeling of Dorin slowly taking him deeper. The wider base of his cock took more work, and she rocked her hips to take it. Neamhaí moaned softly, and Dorin noticed his eyes were glowing in the darkness. She looked down at him, and realized a constellation of stars had come to life all across his skin.
"Neamhaí you're…" she started, and he looked down at himself.
One moment they were in the pool, and the next, Dorin was on her back with the soft moss of the forest floor pressed into her back. She didn't understand at first what she was looking at; it looked much like the view out into the cosmos that she had known for most of her life.
After a breath, her shock wore off enough to realize that she was looking at… scales. Hundreds of beautiful scales in every shade of deep blue, black, purple, and vibrant magenta. The same constellation of stars that she had just been observing on Neamhaí's chest was smattered across the scales.
Then, they began to move, and Dorin understood that she was looking at a dragon .
He looked down at her with his same glowing eyes.
A voice sounded in her mind; Neamhaí's voice, but somehow… more.
"It seems I have figured out how to take my true form."
"You're…the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Dorin said, looking up at him. He wasn't as big as she'd expected; his lithe body was serpent-like, a long tail coiled at his side and four strong legs. He didn't have wings, but there were delicate frills on the back of his arms and neck and all down his spine. If she stood next to him, she would stand about the same height as him.
"Could we continue where we left off? I… think I was a bit overwhelmed at the feeling of being so connected with you."
Dorin felt a mix of affection and arousal at their words.
"You think we can… continue? With you like this?" She asked, sitting up on her elbows to find that their cock was still protruding from a similar slit on their torso. It was the same shape, but larger.
"I'd like to try," Neamhaí answered. Dorin knew without a shadow of a doubt that he wouldn't push it if she said no, but she wanted them like this.
“Please.”
She laid back down on her back, drawing her legs up and apart, and she gasped as she felt his tip push into her. They slowly, gently, worked into her deeper and deeper until every one of her thoughts began and ended with them.
Their cock was too big for her to fully take like this, but they filled her with each slow thrust, and a burning pressure built at the small of her back. Neamhaí made deep, rumbling chuffing sounds, as they fucked her, and she knew she wouldn't last long.
Stroke after stroke, she stretched around him, until her toes tingled and she came, a rush of wetness spilling between her legs as her cunt worked him.
"Dorinavasya, my goddess…" Neamhaí's voice sounded in her mind just before they roared and followed her over the edge, filling her as they came.
He slowly, carefully withdrew from her and curled his body around her, nuzzling his nose against her neck.
"Thank you, my Dorin, for giving me this gift."