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No matter how innocent the intentions ...
The heart often makes its own way.
Oh I don't know, Agaru responded to her mate as they entered their chambers, I think I am the one who is blessed. Stretching up on tippy-toe she brushed a kiss across his lips, then spun out of his grasp and into the center of the room. "It is lovely here," she said aloud, kicking off her shoes and treading barefoot across the cool floor.
The black dragon in the small of her back writhed as she touched on their bond and she twirled madly, head tossed back as she stared up at the ceiling. "These humanoid bodies are fascinating. So tiny, but so limber too." The clothing on the Amazon's body shifted and a pair of crimson wings flared out from her back, leaving her bare although she curled the leathery appendages around her form, hiding the more interesting aspects of An'Thaya's charms from view.
"They are amazing, indeed..." Callan rumbled out, laughing softly at his mate and barely concealed a small shudder as the crimson mark on his shoulder caressed and carved on him at the same time.
"What do you wish to do first in that body, then? Bathe? Or..."
The Emperor flopped down on the enormous bed near one wall with a grin plastered on his face as he watched the impromptu tease his mate was performing.
He truly...truly expected to see the sensual form of An'Thaya D'Riel Alcarin disappear any moment...
"Bathe?" An'Thaya and Agaru chimed at once, "Oh, we ... I ... us , I'd love a bath." A dual laugh escaped the Amazon and her emerald eyes sparkled with mirth. "You are a very bad man," the Crimson accused her mate. "I do not think An'Thaya OR her husbands would appreciate it if I used her body for anything beyond the ... relatively innocent."
She left out the bit about An'Thaya's perverse little attraction to Dragon's. If the Amazon had known what 'Lain and Ghet were up to, she would have been extremely jealous. But, at times like these the bond was closed, each of the trio respected the privacy of the others. "Lead on MacDuff," she pounced onto the bed beside the Black, accidentally whapping him with one large crimson wing, and kissed his forehead, "Where are the bathing facilities?"
"MacDuff?" Callan chuckled as he swatted one crimson wing out of his face, "And as to the perfectly innocent thing, we'll see..." The dragon grabbed Agaru around the waist and rolled to his feet, picked her up and being careful to not bind her wings up, Callan carried her with him.
"Now...as to bathing. This..."
Callan stepped through a gigantic marble arch which led outside to a rock ledge.
"Is the bathing pool."
A stretch of water, steaming hot, lay under the dual moonlight, glittering with twin silver reflected orbs.
"We can see out..." Callan nodded at the scenery, "But no one can see in. A handy thing if you asked me."
Callan set Agaru down, letting his own wings slide into his back and disappear, then proceeded to remove his shirt, revealing the rippling muscles, assorted bondmarks and scarred skin beneath. Once his shirt was removed, Callan gave Agaru his best and most wicked smile.
"But if I were good, then you wouldn't be interested, now would you?"
It was hard to tell whether the startled gasp that escaped the Amazon was the result of Agaru or An’Thaya’s reaction. She froze for a moment in his arms, Tay all to aware at the moment and not quite sure what to think. All thought of propriety flew out the window when the great marble bath was revealed however, and both skinwalker and Dragon let out a small exclamation of pleasure at the sight of it.
“It’s beautiful,” they chimed in unison. Back on her feet Agaru gazed at the view appreciatively, the one beyond the pool that is, not the torso bared to her eyes. An’Thaya’s attention seemed rather glued to that particular aspect though and she mentally smacked herself. That was impressive rippling muscle … and look at all those tattoos … was that a scar?
Pool … right.
“Well, you are probably right on that one,” the Crimson responded with an impish grin. The wings suddenly disappeared and she ran forward, flashing a great deal of Amazon skin as she tripped lightly across the marble and dove into the welcoming water. She remained under, the amazing S’Hean lung capacity providing them with the opportunity to investigate the bottom of the pool and enjoy the radiating heat.
"You're not helping anyone remain innocent, Agaru..." Callan muttered and shook his head as if to clear it, then slipped off the trousers and boots he'd been wearing and quickly dove in behind the skinwalker, spreading his wings in the warm water as he did so. Black scales formed between his shoulders and across his upper thighs as the water did its work in relaxing the dragon.
"So you like what you see, the pair of you? You do realize the Keep is as much yours' as mine now? And everything in it."
Callan laughed softly and rolled to his back, enjoying the relaxing heat of the water.
What ever do you mean? Agaru asked innocently from beneath the surface, I am on my best behavior. Yes, we love the Keep, and yes … we like what we see. Especially since she had flipped upside down and was currently floating beneath him. Laughter echoed through Callan’s mind as she broke the surface nearby. “Mine? Well, I had never really thought of it that way.” She smiled softly, “You are just … Callan to me. I’ve never thought of you as the Emperor of anything.”
That could be his attitude, An’Thaya provided helpfully, Cad, rogue maybe, Emperor, no. Emerald green eyes sparkled with laughter and once again, it was difficult to tell who gripped the edge of one black wing and set Callan off balance.
"Yes, yours, Agaru. And I prefer to be Callan to you and those I love. By the way, you are both wicked...and don't try to blame me for you behavior...either of you...And yes...I can play the rogue, or the cad. I can even play the emperor if you like." The Black laughed, then let himself slide beneath the dark waters as he was tipped off balance.
"I can also be very...very damn hard to find in the dark. Hide and seek, or Tag?"
From the bottom of the pool, nearly 20 feet down, Callan lay flat on his back in the shadows, watching the lithe form of Thayaru...
“Yes! A Cad!” they accused. And then he was gone, leaving the pair of them staring down into the depths of the water. “Now that just isn’t fair.”
Diving down after him Agaru quickly realized that her infrared vision wasn’t going to help. The water was too warm, hiding his signature quite neatly. Switching over Tay took over, not entirely sure this was a wise idea, but certainly having more luck with her Elven night-vision.
Drifting lower she turned her head this way and that, searching out the form of the Black Dragon Emperor. She finally caught just the faintest outline of him against the bottom of the pool, but pretended she hadn’t seen him yet. Swimming in an apparent random pattern she made her way closer, then lunged, making a grab for him.
Oh gods… she hoped that was part of a wing….
Getting found so quickly by Agaru hadn't been expected, and as to what she'd grabbed... Well, it wasn't his wing, no, and the trail of silvery bubbles that danced towards the surface was carrying a muffled, "HEY!" But before she could let go, Callan had slid one hand over hers and the other around her waist and pulled her hard against him, his teeth biting gently on her throat." So much for innocent..."
It might have been a good thing for him to LOOK, really LOOK into her eyes before kissing her...yes?
It was the bite that left An’Thaya completely and utterly speechless, her entire body reacting violently to the intense pleasure it brought. Like her brother, she was driven by pain and for a moment she was rendered completely helpless in his grasp. By the time speech even became a possibility he was kissing her, and then there was the fact that they were underwater anyway. Caught against him she had no room to push him back, and giving the size difference, it was doubtful if she could have.
The inane thought went through her mind that yes; those washboard abs were as hard as they looked … and so were other various bits and pieces. Traitor hands found purchase on Callan’s warm skin and her nails dug into his back. She wasn’t entirely sure whether she was trying to make him let go, or urge him on.
A low mental growl rumbled out of Callan as the feel of Agaru's nails raked across his skin and the dragon shifted the density of his half Elven form, off-setting the buoyancy that threatened to bring he and his mate to the surface. As his back touched the rough granite of the pool bottom, Callan rolled them over, careful of their wings.
His biting, not so gentle now, trailed from first her lower lip to her throat again, then lower to her breasts, something he would have never dared had this been An'Thaya.
Teasing nips had her nipples hard and erect, and gentle suction kept them that way.
"I can play the gentle lover as well, Agaru..." Callan reached out gently as he thrust his aching body between her thighs...but did not enter her.
Shaking uncontrollably beneath him An’Thaya struggled to come to terms with what was going on in her head. Agaru was oddly silent, ecstatic under the attentions of her mate, and quietly wondering at the Amazon’s participation. Emerald eyes hazy with desire she arched up against Callan’s teeth and mouth, glorying in the pain and the pleasure that seared through her blood. Sharp nails dug in harder, clinging to the only solid thing in her world right now, fighting down the feral S’Hean urge to give in to wild instincts. They were so close to that point of connection that it was painful and she nearly screamed with frustration.
Callan … Please… The mental words were a soft whimper, unmistakably the Amazon. A soft plea for mercy, though she wasn’t sure of the form she wanted it to take.
Callan froze, at the unmistakable sound of AN'THAYA'S harsh whimper that entered his mind, one hand tangled in crimson, drifting hair, the other cupped around one delectably firm buttock.
Softly glowing, icy topaz eyes followed the lines of her body from her breast to her eyes as his head lifted in the dark waters.
This was An'Thaya...a very warm, very desirable An'Thaya, who's conscious was very much overlapping Agaru's at the moment.
"Oh gods..." Callan gave a soft, incredibly husky, frustrated mental groan and closed his eyes as his body gave an involuntary shudder against her, accidentally pushing himself hard against her.
"Agaru? Any suggestions?"
An’Thaya’s body automatically arched in response, her hips lifting slightly as Callan’s body pushed up against her. The Amazon’s heart was racing madly and a small thrill of fear trickled up her spine. Not of him, but of herself. Tay was well aware that if he chose not to let her go, there was nothing she could do about it giving her present position. The feel of hard scales against her soft flesh wasn’t completely unfamiliar, but not in such abundance. He was different from any other man she had known, and there was darkness about the Black Dragon that held her enthralled. Without really thinking, she trailed her hands up his back to the muscular apex of his wings, fingers trailing along the texture of the leathery expanse in hazy curiosity.
Agaru shifted slightly within An’Thaya’s soul, amusement apparent in her tone. Oh, I think you are on your own on this one my love, she teased. I suppose it depends … on how frightened of Galain you are. Draconic laughter rumbled along their bond, and she was slightly surprised to find that there was no hint of jealousy. It was difficult to go green over someone that was so much a part of yourself.
"Gods...don't..." Callan grated out to both Thaya and Agaru. The Crimson's distinct lack of jealousy and open regard to An'Thaya as being one with her made the line hard to draw... Add to that the feel of Thaya's silky fingers sliding across the muscle and scales of his back, then across the sensitive skin of his wings and the feel of her smooth skin against his onyx scaled thighs...it was rather like handing Callan carte blanche.
And it also caused him to be nearly unable to resist the urge to grind against her.
"It is not fear of Galain that gives me pause..." the Black whispered, glowing eyes seeking An'Thaya's in the murk. A lightly scaled palm slid to her jaw and tilted her toward his face, forcing her to look him in the eye. "I would gladly take you, again and again until daylight..."
An’Thaya wasn’t generally one to give into her impulses. For thousands of years she had remained faithful to Galain, despite his infidelities. When they had been separated, she had been faithful to Elyen as well for five hundred years, right up until the end … when she had no longer been able to resist her heart and given in to Galain once again. Again, she had been faithful, taking no other man to her bed. At least not willingly. Then he had hurt her again, irreparably. It was difficult to deal with him loving someone else that deeply, so she had taken another lover to her bed. Even that had been a heart-rending decision, not one she had made lightly. Almost every decision she had ever made had been difficult, and fairly thought out.
She SHOULD have thought of Galain, she SHOULD have thought of Adarin. She had managed to resist Galain in the past, resisted Elyen, Railen, even Adarin for a time.
She didn’t, emerald eyes flashed with a feral glint, Callan’s words striking home as she lunged upwards and bit into his mouth.
The light in Callan's eyes sparked brighter, becoming something other than the gentle glow they had been shining with. Instead, something wild and aggressive was kindled, and the sweet taste of his own blood on his tongue only added to his savage passion.
Shuddering, Callan's fingers twined within An'Thaya's hair, hair that looked so much like dancing flame beneath the waters and resisting the urge to gasp, Callan bit back. Somewhere in the back of his mind was the warning scream that told him this was wrong, that this was An'Thaya, Galain's wife, not Agaru, his soulbonded and chosen mate. Struggling for some hold on reality and grasping for some sense of honor, Callan's soul twined around Agaru's even as he jerked An'Thaya's head back, one hand in her hair, the other at the back of her thigh and slid within her, his teeth digging into her shoulder. For the space of a heartbeat, Callan marveled at the heat of her body and cursed himself at the same time, then rocked slowly against her, letting her feel him within her and letting her decide if the was the path she was certain she wanted to take.
An’Thaya’s scream was silenced by the water. She had never given herself to anyone for just the simple reason that she wanted them; just at that moment, and it was somehow freeing. The taste of Callan’s iron laced blood burned her mouth, his teeth in her flesh causing her body to shake, tightening around him. It was an exhilarating combination of pleasure and pain, Callan was a large man, and the Amazon was a diminutive woman. The redhead screamed again as he moved within her, then choked as her lungs began to fill with water. Despite it all, her legs wrapped around him, pushing him deeper as lithe fingers clung to his scaled back.
Callan's own lungs were setting up a clamor for air, and the lack of oxygen was making things slightly fuzzy, but also had the odd effect of intensifying the pleasure of being buried within this woman. Her muffled screams and the sound of her breath rushing by his ears set him to shaking as he sought to control the need to try to rip her apart.
With another thrust, Callan jerked An'Thaya to him, his hand at the back of her skull and covered her mouth with his own, sharing the last of his breath with her. The Black shifted his density again as he did so, and the two drifted to the surface, his arms wrapped tight around her.
Still entwined, the two broke the surface of the water, Crimson and Black wings running with the hot, mineral laden water, Callan's black scales glistening wet and covering even more of his body.
"Breathe, An'Thaya...Breathe and we'll find the shallow end of the pool."
The Amazon drew a desperate breathe of air, gasping for much needed oxygen, her head spinning wildly. Clinging to Callan she pressed herself against his scaled flesh, opening emerald eyes that burned with Aethyr fire. Grasping his head between her hands she kissed him hard, only to break off in a scream again as he shifted within her. There was a very real possibility that he could tear her apart, either from within, or from without if his dark nature clicked in. Part of her went cold with fear at the thought of being a Black Dragon’s entrée, but Agaru’s reassurance quelled the fear. “Shallow end,” she gasped.
Nodding and gasping himself, Callan somehow managed to get them into water that fell at Thaya's hips and pressed her back against the stone walls, his hands at her narrow waist. Very carefully, Callan slid back, altering his body one last time, adjusting himself to fit her better, to still fill her entirely, but only a fraction shy of his original size. Glittering topaz eyes watched as An'Thaya's face reflected every nuance of what she felt, and slowly, Callan slid down her body, licking and tasting, first her breast, then slipping to her abdomen to bite at the crimson scales below her navel.
"I won't be having you for dinner...but dessert would be nice."
He could smell the tinge of fear within her, and mixed with the scent of a woman lost in sheer lust, drove him nearly insane, and standing, Callan drove himself deep within her, no longer careful not to hurt, only ensnared by the smell of her, by the heat of her body, and by the feel of her fingers sliding down his back.
She actually managed a gasp of laughter at his words, but it was lost in a sharp cry as he took her again. Her nails slid off the hard scales on his back and she reached up to grip his wings instead, bracing herself against his merciless onslaught. The screams ripped from her were of sheer pleasure, even the pain driving her to ecstasy. No one she had taken as a lover in the past had been rough; it had only been something forced on her in a few bad situations. Now, having chosen, she lost herself in it. An’Thaya’s body responded in a wet rush between her thighs and she shoved herself back against the Dragon Emperor, biting at his shoulders and neck when she had enough reprieve to draw breath.
Completely lost in the feel of her tight body surrounding him, the sounds of her screams and groans urging him on, Callan shuddered at the rush of hot wetness that only made the friction between them even more intoxicating. Unbidden by him, a dark, scale covered tail slid around An'Thaya's waist constricting around her body and caressing as black wings snapped open and spread wide, sending drops of water raining down on the pool and sending the steam eddying away in swirls and puffs.
A growling, gasping dragon groan tore out of Callan, his glowing eyes squeezing shut as his body heaved into her one more time...his palms slamming down on the granite rim of the pool...and felt the jolting, throbbing pulse of release crash through him.
Completely at Callan’s mercy the Amazon pressed herself into the sharp scales of his tail, small droplets of blood welling on her tanned skin and mingling with the water. Tay’s body welcomed the Black deeper, straining to accommodate him as her own body shook with a wave of release. His name finally escaped her lips in a whimper and she clung to him madly as the world went dark for one breathtaking second. A last hoarse scream joined Callan’s deeper cry and, for a moment, the redhead felt as if she might completely shatter.
Later, she would contemplate what she had done, for now, she collapsed exhausted against his chest, breathing heavily as his heady draconic scent filled her senses.
Hazed eyes slid open even as Callan's forehead sagged to An'Thaya's shoulder. Scooping the amazon queen up, the Black Dragon dragged them both from the steaming water, nuzzling her hair as his wings gently furled in and disappeared, the scale and tail following the same path.
Near silent footsteps brought them back into the chambers of the Dragon Emperor and his chosen mate, and finally, Callan forced his head up as they neared the bed.
"Gods An'Thaya...you are so very wonderful." he murmured, his nose sliding across the tip of her delicately pointed ear as she lay her on the bed and slid down beside her.
"It will get cool in here tonight," Callan uttered absently and pulled the down comforter over them both, "but if you like, I'll get out and sleep on the couch..."
Too exhausted to argue Tay relaxed in Callan’s arms, murmuring unintelligibly as he nuzzled at her hair and ear. Sighing softly she settled comfortably into the bed, a faint laugh escaping her. “It is a little late to worry about sleeping on the couch, don’t you think?” the redhead asked in a hoarse voice. “You are pretty wonderful yourself,” she added. For the moment, she left out the ‘if you ever tell anyone about this I’ll kill you’ part. She replaced it with, “But, if you ever tell anyone I said that, I’ll kill you.”
Gods … she had done something very, very wrong. But at the moment she was too tired to think. Instead, she snuggled closer to Callan’s warmth and drifted off to sleep before she could give it much more thought.
A quiet, sated sigh was all Callan managed as he buried his nose in Thaya's hair, breathing her scent in. Sleep, however, did not come so easily to the Black Dragon Emperor. One hand slid down Thaya's ribcage and settled at her waist...Callan's eyes narrowed as he suddenly smelled the copper-laced scent of her blood and felt it nearly dried and sticky beneath his palm.
"Flame and Chaos...what have I done..." Ice blue eyes drifted closed, and rarely used dragon magic began reminding the fibers and tissues of her skin and flesh what it was like to be whole and undamaged. Shortly, all that remained of the cuts and punctures around her slim waist was a little dried blood and a few bruises. Another hesitant sniff of the air confirmed something Callan had been suspecting...he was drawn to her scent, something every Aerdonian dragon found irresistible, and something that meant more than 'liking' someone.
"This is not good...for any of us..." He muttered and reached for Agaru, tangling about in their emerald laced crimson and black bond as he wrapped his arms around her waist, lost in thought. From Agaru came only a sleepy, satisfied mutter, then nothing.
He'd had to fight to come back to himself after the years of madness...and it had been years after first meeting Galain, An'Thaya and the others that he had gained their trust...
And then there was the question of the promise he'd made long ago...that he would respect the bonds of their marriage. He'd just broken that promise, and there was no undoing what had been done, all he could do was be as honest as possible, and make certain this didn't happen again.
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