System Break

The castle was vast, and we were lost moments after leaving the old dukes chambers.

The corridor's walls were lined with awful paintings, so I snorted as we followed Larry our ambassador. Sakaala imitated Gisael and snaked her hand into mine. She stood on tip toes and tried to whisper in my ear. She was still a few inches short.

"What?" she asked softly.

"The paintings," I said and pointed.

She gazed at one and then another. "They're lovely."

I scoffed. "If naked, fat, white people lying on pillows is your idea of lovely, have at it."

She tugged on my hand and I stopped. She pointed at the painting. "See how her finger points up into the clouds where the sun is coming out."

I nodded.

"The artist is communicating something. It was dark but there is hope." She pointed. "See the dark figures with red eyes in the background? They're retreating, they are symbols telling a story."

"I just see a naked fat woman on a pillow."

She shook her head and chirped.

"I swear you're more like Gisael every day. That's one of her noises."

She pulled my hand to turn me to face her. "Did you mean that in there? Or was it a show?"

"What?"

Her index finger indicated my dragon. "You sat me on that after feeling me up."

I tilted my head to the side and thought before answering. "Both."

Her lip curled and she stared at me. We'd forgotten Larry and he'd kept walking; he was now out of sight. Her finger traced the muscles in my stomach and then she looked up at me. "What do you mean both?"

I shrugged. "He was leering at you and I didn't like it. Your attractive, and certainly not for the likes of him, so I let him know it."

Her eyes searched mine and she leaned into me. Her breasts pressed against my chest and he chin tilted back. "Take me," she said softly.

I didn't think, I just grabbed her hand and pulled her through a door. I knew it was an empty room because there were no qi-cores bobbing around. It was a storeroom full of towels, linen, soaps, and other similar crap. 

When I closed the door she fell to her knees and undid my leathers. She had to do very little coaxing to make my dragon fly. She handled him and then took him in her mouth. I put my hands either side of her head and thrust. Her muffled squeals were almost as enjoyable as her tongue. She enjoyed sucking and licking my dragon and he just got harder.

She stood and smiled demurely. "Did you like that?"

"Shut up," I said and turned her around. My arms reached around her stomach and I undid her leather pants then aggressively pulled them down to her ankles. I placed a hand on the middle of her back and pushed her forward. She reached out and placed her hands on the shelves in front then she gasped for air. She was hot for it and we hadn't even started.

I opened her cave with my thumbs and the dragon struggle to slid in. She bit down on her arm to muffle a cry as he forced his way into her cave.

I grabbed her thighs and began to dig for gold in that cave. She enjoyed the rhythmic thrusts and the large dragon who was a little too big for her small cave. Her chirps became louder and louder and she forgot where we were. Her breathing became ragged after a five minutes of cave exploration.

She shivered and after a time shivered again. After the third time the dragon slid out of her cave and I turned her around to face me. I lifted her right leg and held it below the knee. I pulled her close with right hand and she put her arms around my neck for balance as she stood on one foot.

The dragon flew home into her cave and although I wore the mask we kept eye contact as I thrust into her. My hand slid down her back and onto her ass so I could grind against her. She tried to stay quiet, but she began to moan before a minute was up. She lost eye contact as her head titled back and I gave her the fuck of her life.

Her eyes glazed over as she nutted again, and she began to say random words in her delirium. "Bastard," she said. "Cunny oh my cunny."

She told me she loved me a dozen times before the dragon breathed fire. I pressed against her buttocks and let him spit deep inside her.

A servant opened the door, stood in shock for a minute then gasped and closed the door.

I laughed. "That image will stay with her for a lifetime."

I held Sakaala because if I let her go I was sure she would fall to the floor. I gently put her down and cleaned myself with the closest sheet. I handed her another and tapped her lightly on the cheek. 

"You good?" I asked. There were beads of sweat of her forehead although I had been doing most of the work. Her eyes were glazed over and her breathing quick and shallow.

She looked up at me and her eyes began to focus. She breathed. "Is it always like that?"

"You mean with Gisael and Reyas?" I thought for a moment. "Yeah sure."

She looked vulnerable and was about to ask something. I put a finger to her lips. "Don't," I said. "Let's remain friends and colleagues."

She flopped and began to sob. 

"Aw come on," I said. "Where's the tough, confident Sakaala that I know?"

She stood, hugged me, and continued to sob. "I want more."

"Now?"

She bit me. "No. I want to do it again. I don't want this to be the one and only time."

Shit. I shouldn't have done it. Why didn't I think?