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Secrets at Midnight || Harrikor & Esmeralda
For @esmebheriya continue from here:
She had been driving him insane. The little games she had been playing with him were always charged with tension, and yet he kept himself from touching her. Maybe it was the collar around his neck that kept him from acting on his will, since the dragon felt like he was forced to do it, to serve her. And to be fair, he had come to like her company and part of him always thought that as soon as he touched her he would never see her again.
Arr had expected to be returned to the cells at the end of the day, like she had done all the times before, but this day was different, Esmeralda told him he was to stay the night. The dragon was half expecting to be used as a teddy bear as she slept at his side, and that would be a far cruel torture for him than anything they could bring down on him in the cold cells. But instead he was given a room and a bed for himself. There was a long pause as they said good night as the idea of grabbing her and just take her in the bed she had given him did cross his mind, over and over.
Now in the middle of the night, sleep was hard to find. Maybe it was the fact that the bed was too soft for what he was used to, or was the surrounding silence that felt strange, or maybe was the image of her that kept his sleep away. The dragon paced the room, he did push-up and sit-up, anything to keep his mind away from the woman on the other side of the hallway. But then the moaning reached him and it was unbearably sweet. Part of him had thought this was another one of her games, but he still followed the sound like the sailor was called to the rocks by the sirens.
As he stood on her doorway, he mostly watched her face as the pleasure she was bringing to herself brought a softness to her he hadn’t seen before. The dragon cursed himself when she found him, he knew she was going to stop it a probably send him away for catching her in such a private moment. Instead, he was surprised with a better view and her moaning his name. What a sweet torture, after that sight, if she pushed him away he would curse the heaves and for the first time since he had been put in chains he would actually feel like a slave.
Unable to stop himself he reached for the blanket removing it completely from her. He was rewarded by the sight of her long legs, parted as her hand dipped inside her panties. Leaning down he placed kisses on each leg, jumping from one to the other all the way up her long legs until he was leaning just inches from her panties and her still moving fingers. He gently wrapped his hand around her wrist pushing her to move deeper inside before taking her fingers out. When the dragon sucked her fingers there was a low growl vibrating from deep inside him. She tasted so good.
His head moved between her legs, and he licked the length of her slit, the fabric from her panties between them but not hiding how wet she was or how he was pressing his though against her.
It felt like all the air had been stolen out of the room as she waited for his reaction. Esme didn’t stop touching herself because he was there, in fact it only made her moan more for him now that she didn’t have to quiet herself down. They had been dancing around each other for a few weeks and the wolf had been denying them both it seemed, at least from the look on his face. As much as she had wanted him, Esme had been so determined to keep up a game that didn’t seem important anymore. Right now there was no way to hide herself to keep playing that game.
Esmeralda didn’t stop the blanket from being taken away, even if it left her more exposed than he’d ever seen her. She had seen him naked but the wolf normally dressed modest around him. It had been part of her games after all. She had clearly been caught in the intimate position but the wolf had been holding back from being too forward or taking what she wanted from him. Unable to tear her eyes away from him, her fingers moved slowly to pleasure herself, imagining it was Arr instead.
Her legs parted for him, a little more with each kiss that traveled up her thighs. She was far too gone to want to push him away and it took all her strength to resist pulling him in. The air around them felt so electrically charged that she didn’t want to ruin the moment by uttering a word so she stayed silent, only whimpering when he pulled her fingers out from her panties. Her eyes darkened, watching his lips wrap around her fingers to taste her arousal. If he hadn’t been so close, she would have pushed him back on the bed herself.
As his tongue brushed against the wet material, her head finally dropped back. “Arr,” she moaned, the sound louder now she didn’t have to hold back. She wanted to command him and beg him for more and her teeth pulled on her lip to stop her. She wouldn’t beg, not even if she desperately needed him now.











