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Dragon Riders of Etrea 2—Chapter 24
🕑 Added 2024-08-24 01:54:49 +0000 UTCThings were different after that. Isobel’s true nature came out, which Henrik was grateful for. Instead of being so prickly and trying to hide it, she was now completely devoted to him.
She slept with her head on his shoulder, as usual, and an arm and leg thrown across him. He woke before her, but when he tried to move she immediately opened her eyes and held onto him tightly.
“No, don’t move,” she mumbled sleepily. She nuzzled her face against him and kissed his shoulder, then took a deep breath and went back to sleep.
Half an hour later she finally woke. After a yawn and a stretch, she sat up and looked over at him.
“Sleep well?” she asked.
Henrik reached over and placed a hand on her thigh. “Yeah. I slept great.”
“Good,” she said, leaning down to peck him on the lips.
She crawled over him and straddled his hips, making sure she sat so her pussy lips were directly on top of his cock. With a smile, she stretched her arms over her head, then pulled the ribbon out of her hair.
“Hand me my brush please, love?” she asked.
Henrik grabbed the brush and handed it to her. She smiled at him as she brushed the tangles out of her hair—and there were a lot after what they had done the day before—then finally handed the brush back to Henrik.
Henrik expected her to slide off him, but she just leaned forward and laid against his chest, resting her face against his neck. She sighed happily, and again when Henrik held her. He leaned down and kissed the side of her forehead a few times.
After a few minutes she finally rolled off him and let him get out of bed. She watched him with a faint smile on her face, then walked over to the kitchen area. Her ass still had Henrik’s handprints, which were slowly faded into shades of blue and purple.
Isobel began making breakfast, and while she worked he walked up behind her, reached down, and grabbed her ass. Not gently, either; it was the kind of grip that showed she belonged to him.
“Mmmm, I love that,” Isobel said, arching her back. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. “Breakfast will be ready soon, honey.”
Henrik kissed her on the forehead, then went to fetch his clothes. Isobel stayed naked, and always made sure to position herself in a way that would show off her curves for him. He sat in one of the chairs and just watched her in amazement.
“Here’s your breakfast, dear,” Isobel said, bringing a bowl filled with porridge and fruit to him. She set it on the small table next to Henrik, then got down on her knees. “And here’s my breakfast,” she said, moving between his legs.
Before Henrik even realized what she was doing, she was unlacing his pants and yanking them down. She had his cock in her mouth only a few seconds later. She went after it like a woman on a mission, determined to get her prize.
Henrik’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at how aggressively she did it. He could have sworn she was trying to suck his soul out. With a smile, he placed his hands behind his head and just focused on enjoying it.
Isobel worked her tight grip up and down the base while noisily slurping and sucking on the tip. She slowly sank her lips down, taking more and more of him, until she suddenly gagged and had to pull away. She took a deep breath and went back to it, determined.
Henrik just watched in amazement as this incredibly beautiful woman pleased him. Her hair got in the way so she gathered it in one hand, then went back to stroking and sucking him. Isobel’s technique certainly wasn’t perfect—this was almost certainly the first time she had ever done it—but her beauty and the sheer amount of suction her mouth created made for an incredible time.
It didn’t take Henrik long to reach the tipping point. Isobel noticed the increase in his breathing and saw his body tense up and started sucking even harder, working her head up and down to the point Henrik was concerned she was going to hurt her neck.
Isobel’s eyes widened as Henrik blew in her mouth. It was probably a strange sensation to experience the first time, but she recovered quickly. She swallowed, then squeezed his cock from the base to the tip with her hand, sucking every drop of cum out of him. Her face flushed from exhilaration, and she kept sucking even after he was spent.
She straightened up a bit, smacking her lips. “I think I like it,” she said, wiping her bottom lip with a finger. “Yes, I definitely do. Enjoy your breakfast, honey.” She stood up and turned, presenting her bottom to him.
With a grin, Henrik reached out and lightly slapped his hand on her perfect ass. Isobel stood there and smiled for a moment as a tremor ran through her body, then walked across the room to the kitchen area to prepare something for herself. Henrik grabbed his pants and pulled them back up to his waist.
Henrik sent thoughts to Calduin while eating his breakfast. He tried to describe the warmth of the porridge, the sweetness of the honey, and the tartness of the different berries on top.
Yuck, Calduin sent back. His desires were clear. Deer, bounding across the plains. Rabbits scurrying underfoot. A group of people walking.
We don’t eat people, Henrik sent. He felt a bit of disappointment from Calduin, but the dragon seemed to be getting the message.
“How is he?” Isobel asked.
“Huh?” Henrik said.
“I can feel when you’re talking to him,” she said over her shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re saying, nothing like that, but I can just barely make out that you’re communicating with him. Well, how is he?”
“Fascinating,” Henrik said. “Calduin is doing well. His mother takes good care of him. He still sees people as food sometimes. I’m trying to work on that.”
Isobel laughed. “Maybe he can take care of the orcs for us.”
“Are they ever a problem up here?”
She shook her head. “Only one time in the past were they stupid enough to come this way. Cazeth made short work of them, and was even kind enough to bring me some of their weapons and armor so I could repurpose them.” She looked over her shoulder again and smiled. “Who’s sword do you think you used yesterday?”
Henrik grunted. “Wasn’t expecting that.” He scraped the last of his porridge from the bowl and ate it. “So, what are we doing today?” He could really get used to eating things like that every day for breakfast.
“Today we’re going for a ride,” Isobel said as she finished up. She turned and walked toward him, her hips swaying. “I figured you should know what it’s like, since you’ll have to teach Calduin soon.”
“Can both of us fit on Cazeth?” he asked. Isobel laughed and he clarified. “I mean, on the saddle. How is that going to work?”
“It has straps that clip onto your belt, so you won’t fall,” she said. “We’ll have to get comfy, but we should be fine.”
Isobel held his gaze as she walked across the room. She bent over far more than what was necessary and began pulling her pants on. She stopped when they were just below her butt and moved her hips from side to side before finally pulling them all the way up. It was one hell of a show.
Henrik released a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding, and pushed himself to his feet. Isobel made it hard to think straight at times—not that he minded. They finished getting dressed, then Isobel rummaged around in a storage closet until she found two thick leather straps.
“Now we’re ready,” she said.
Together they left her small stone house and went toward the dragon cave. Cazeth came out, seeming a bit more energetic than usual. She snorted, then lowered her massive head right in front of Henrik, stopping him.
“Everything okay?” Henrik asked, raising both hands.
Cazeth nudged him with her head. Something was definitely strange about her behavior.
“What’s wrong, mother?” Isobel asked. She reached out and placed her hand on Cazeth’s nose.
The two locked eyes for a moment, then Isobel suddenly laughed. “Oh, I understand. Don’t worry, mother.” Isobel stared at Cazeth in a manner that suggested she was sending emotions and images to her. Cazeth finally turned back to Henrik and sniffed him, then slowly walked back to her cave.
“What was that about?” Henrik asked.
Isobel’s smile was just short of a laugh. “She can feel a lot of my emotions through our bond. Maybe feel is the wrong word. She is aware of my emotions, especially when they’re strong, like they were last night and this morning.” Isobel chuckled. “She was a bit angry about the spanking, but I think you impressed her with the rest of it.”
Henrik just watched the massive dragon lumber away. “Are you saying I made a dragon horny?”
Isobel finally laughed. “I wouldn’t go that far, but she definitely felt something through me.”
“Awkward,” Henrik said. He was glad Tossyth never did anything like that.
Together they walked toward the dragon cave. Cazeth was just settling down when they arrived. The large saddle that went at the base of Cazeth’s neck was leaning against the wall of the cave. Isobel hefted it in both hands and walked up to her dragon, who lowered her shoulder. She had it affixed and a multitude of straps tightened in a few minutes.
Isobel walked up to Henrik and grabbed his hand, then laced her fingers through his. “Are you ready, my love?”
“I have no choice but to be ready,” Henrik replied. He bent down and kissed her on her forehead, bringing an even bigger smile from her.
“Great,” Isobel said. “Let’s ride a dragon.”
