The Dragon's Oath: A Dark Fantasy Romance Adventure Page 11

  Strum stepped closer, their bodies barely inches apart. Jyda looked into his eyes and suppressed a shudder.

  The general’s eyes wandered down her neck to her exposed cleavage, “Do you have time to spend with an old general?”

  Jyda eyed him as warmth flowed to her stomach and thighs, “I will always make time for you General Strum. Were you seen?”

  Strum lifted his weathered hands and took hold of the front of her robe. Fingers nimbly undid hidden buttons. A moment later, the robe parted to reveal a dark and sensual form. Violet breasts bounced with each breath and dark nipples pointed. A smooth stomach lay exposed as the general’s eyes wandered down to Jyda’s hairless valley. Thick thighs stood slightly parted as Jyda’s hands touched the general’s waist.

  Strum admired her flawless dark skin for a long moment. The shadow elf blinked her oval red eyes, pushing out her chest with pert nipples. The cool breeze from the window couldn’t slay the heat between them. Jyda remembered how he used to enter her room and linger. One night, she pleasured herself and he stepped in. It was a wild moment neither one of them could forget. Raw need had taken hold and the shadow elf did not stop him as he undressed and pushed her down on the bed. Since that fateful night, the general saw to it that he would visit her routinely, another perk to her imprisonment.

  “The kingdom is drunk….and fucking each other too much to notice me missing….” Strum slurred slightly.

  The shadow elf princess let her hands slid down to his belt buckle and began undoing it, “And how are you at this moment?”

  “Happy…now that I see you,” Strum said with a small smile.

  The buckle came away and the shadow elf undid his leggings, “I make you happy?”

  Strum barely nodded as slender dark hands reached down and gently squeezed his throbbing shaft, “You do.”

  Jyda stroked the general as he stood, eyeing her with a lustful wanting, “If Lord Lockwood finds out….”

  “He would behead me, I know. You mention it nearly every time,” Strum said with a small fluster.

  Jyda stopped stroking him but didn’t let go, “I say it because I fear what would happen. I fear for your safety. Do not be cross with me.”

  Strum’s expression sagged a little, “I’m not. The years continue to pass me by. Little did I know I would fall in love with a beautiful shadow elf.”

  Jyda began stroking him once again as she watched the war behind his eyes. She had known him long enough to see that he wanted to speak more. Stroking his manhood eased the tension and his wide shoulders began to relax.

  Strum let out an exhale before lifting up his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Jyda looked down on his scarred chest and continued to stroke him as he slipped out of his leather leggings. The shadow elf had seen his naked body many times before but it still caused a surge of wetness every time. Pink lips bloomed as she tried to fight her natural desires.

  “You flatter me kind General,” Jyda whispered as her eyes drifted down to his impressive member.

  Strum stood before her, enjoying her touch and hardening in her hand, “Do you wish to stay here in this castle?”

  Jyda looked up, eyes blinking in disbelief, “You may have had too much mead.”

  Strum returned her gaze, “Not enough to dull what I feel. Lord Lockwood is nearly ready to rule without an aging general at his side. Tomorrow, he leaves for his final test and I have been thinking about the future.”

  Jyda pressed her chest to the general, stroking him with the head of his cock touching her warm inner thigh, “You would kidnap me and take me far away? Dorian would have us hunted down. He would be lenient with you but I would lose my head.”

  Strum shook his head, “No, you are too valuable. But I suspect that neither of us will have much to worry about much longer. I am leaving….and I want to take you with me.”

  Jyda stopped and looked into Strum’s eyes, “You are serious.”

  The general nodded, “I am. Several trusted men have explored beyond the Demon Pass and secured an escape route for us. I have amassed enough rubies and located an abandoned keep. It will be difficult for a few months but I’m sure I can restore it and make it livable. I only ask if you wish to join me….and we can build a real life together.”

  Jyda was speechless. Strum’s hands reached into her parted robe and took hold of her thin waist. Drawing her to him, they gazed in each other’s eyes, lost to the heat of their bodies.

  “I…I don’t know what to say. Titus, I never thought you would ever do a thing such as this.”

  Strum ran a hand through the shadow elf’s lustrous white hair, “Say you will come with me.”

  “You do not fear I will leave you at a moment’s notice? You believe what we have is real?”

  The general gave her a kind smile, “You may have everyone else fooled but you cannot fool me. Your body betrays you and your thoughts slip through your words.”

  Strum reached down between parted thighs, fingers brushing her wet valley. Jyda gasped as he touched her. Bringing his hand up, Strum put a finger to his nose and took in a deep inhale.

  “This is not fair….” Jyda gasped.

  “Then I shall convince you otherwise,” Strum whispered as he took hold of the shadow elf.

  Jyda’s eyes widened as she was picked up and twirled around. The general took a few steps and the shadow elf’s back pressed against a hard wall. Strum brought his hand down her side as his hips and other arm pinned her to the wall. Jyda watched as the general’s hand smoothed over her hip and under her, fingers dipping in her wet valley. Touching her forced a coo to fall from her lips. When a finger tip touched her engorged clit, a muffled gasp rose up.

  Wetness dripped down her parted thighs and Strum played with her. Heated gasps rose and fell with each tender touch. Emptiness yawned and the need to be filled caused her fingers to dig into his strong shoulders. Strum pulled his hand away and took hold of his rock hard member. Pressing the bulbous end to her tight valley, Jyda let out a low moan as her wetness coated the throbbing tip. Hips betraying her, she moved against the wall, trying to sink down on his cock.

  Strum gave a mischievous grin as he moved with slow, deliberate power. Invading her pink valley, walls parted to accommodate his girth. Jyda’s body surrendered as the general continued his invasion. Low moans filled her throat as Strum lifted up her legs and hooked them over his arms. Jyda couldn’t stop herself as she gained some leverage and moved on his manhood.

  Strum pressed his lips to her neck, drinking in her scent and licking her taste. Bodies writhed as they could not stop their urges. Jyda prayed to Vala that the general’s words rang true. Squeezing him, she coaxed him along, needing him to fill the void. Strum pressed on, inches pushing inward against strong inner walls. The shadow elf curled her arms around his neck, small whimpers spilling from her lips. Strum’s kisses moved down her neck to her cleavage and finally closing over a hard nipple. Jyda’s body trembled. Biting down on his shoulder, the bliss had awakened her lustful madness.

  Biting harder, she wanted to taste his blood as he speared her against the wall. Legs curled around as she clamped onto him. Strum backed away still holding the smaller shadow elf to him. The connection remained as he turned around and they both fell into the bed.

  Jyda whimpered, smothered by the larger man. There was no panic but a comforting bliss being in his strong arms. Legs remained curled around his waist as he thrust again and again. Breasts bounced against his chest and his own madness had taken hold. The shadow elf thought back to his passionate lovemaking but this night he was unchained. The sound of skin on skin filled the room and Strum growled his intent.

  The shadow elf waited for him to pull out and spill his seed on her belly. She knew, even though words were never spoken, he could not risk filling her and bearing a child. They would make love several times in a single evening but never once did he keep this cock inside her. Nerves curled as she enjoyed his renewed vigor. Hips slammed into inner thighs and Jyda b
it her lip to keep from screaming.

  The tempo and vibrations grew. Strum looked to her with serenity as his hips continued their masterful work. Nerves curled as Jyda fought for some kind of control and failing to his powerful desires. Cock stiffening, the surge struck at her inner being. The dam began to crack and she clutched to him. Strum slammed his cock deep and grunted from the deepest parts of his soul.

  Jyda’s eyes rolled into her head as a string of inner explosions took place. All doubt, worry or concern flew out the window as bliss blasted frayed nerves. A moment later, spurts of molten come burst forth. Strum growled louder, shoving his member deep once again.

  The shadow elf fought through the haze, eyes turning to Strum as he thrust again, another spurt of his seed painting her tight valley. A deep silence filled their hearts as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Strum moved slowly as the shadow elf milked another spurt of seed from his still rock-hard cock. Squeezing him again, the throbbing between them only seemed to further feed their passion.

  “Have I convinced you?” Strum asked while his hips moved between her warm thighs.

  “You have. Now I must convince you,” Jyda grinned as she shifted her hips.

  Strum let her turn him on his back. Straddling the strong man, she moved with a caged heat as white seed spilled from her full womanhood. Jyda raised her hands and ran fingers through her thick white hair, breasts bouncing. She knew he liked when she put on a show and tonight was no different. Strum lay, arm curled under his head and watching as the shadow elf bounced on his once again hardening manhood. The general’s other hand touched her waist as she bounced. It had become a favorite game between them and Jyda let out low exaggerated moans.

  Soon the moans lessened and red eyes stared down at the smirking general, “I’m….scared….and excited.”

  “I am as well,” General Strum said as he gazed upon her beautiful face.

  Fear licked at Jyda’s spirit and she found herself increasing the tempo, “The lands beyond the pass can be unforgiving. My…people have fought strange monsters for thousands…of years…”

  Strum smiled, “Nothing will stand against the might of our family, my wife.”

  Jyda stopped moving and simply sat in Strum’s lap. The general lifted his upper body and curled his thick arms around her slender frame. Crimson eyes blinked in confused awe as the general ran his hand through her lustrous white hair. Serenity filled his weathered face as he could not keep his hands off the shadow elf.

  Jyda leaned into his embrace, hips moving of their own accord. Heat burst from her chest and stomach as the general held her close. Spurred on by his words and his now rock hard member, the shadow elf could barely keep herself contained. The movements between them grew more and more heated. Lips parted to an intimate moan as wetness flowed. The swirl in her belly grew and the outside world fell away. Two souls floated in the warmth between them, like two stars caught in each other’s gravity.

  The world slowly stopped for a moment, long enough for Jyda to slide down, her vision bursting into flashes of passionate light. Body trembling, she sank down until Strum’s member was deep and snug within her. Squeezing him, a tear fell down from the corner of her eye as internal explosions caused her to shudder and shudder again. Bliss dripped from her eyes as her hips began a slow rhythm, coaxing him with her love.

  Strum continued to hold her close, basking in her warmth and carnal desire. Slender dark hands held on as her legs curled around his waist. The shadow elf let out another gasp as she climaxed once again. Squeezing, she sucked in air as Strum’s cock thickened and heat filled her belly. Strum let out a small grunt as his seed burst forth. Together they held each other as though the universe would fly apart if they let go.

  The general let out a small groan and fell back on the bed, taking Jyda with him. They lay in each other’s arms for a long moment before the shadow elf untangled herself from him and was on all fours. Strum looked at her with a raised eyebrow but a wicked gleam shined in her eyes. The shadow elf let the general’s cock slid from her valley and she crawled down his body, kissing his defined stomach.

  “I still must convince you,” Jyda whispered.

  Strum let out a cleansing exhale as lips closed down over his half hard member, gentle suckling sounds filling the chamber.

  ***

  Nypha stood at Dorian’s bedside, her eyes shining in the near darkness of his bedchamber. The glowing coals in his fireplace barely gave any light at all but Nypha could see just fine in the barest sliver of light. Eyes lingered as Dorian lay, a fur blanket barely covering his waist. The lord’s chest rose and fell like the tides and a sleeping calm filled his face.

  The dragon toyed with the idea of slipping in beside him, curling her arms around the dazed lord and smothering him with her body. Eyes moved to the bulge under the fur blankets and she smiled to herself, wanting to lift them to take her own peek.

  Duty sang out against her desires and she knew time was running out. The sun was nearly up. Listening intently throughout the castle, she cut through the chorus of snores, whispers and releasing of bowels to her mother and sister’s quiet hearts. They slept comfortably but she knew they would be up soon ready to take her away. Despite Yypith losing, Nypha knew her mother would have another suitor in the wings and would try everything to convince her daughter to take on a new lover.

  The green haired dragon blocked out the noises of the castle and looked to Dorian once again. She didn’t blink, seeing his eyes were open and staring at her. Silence flowed as they looked to one another in the darkness.

  “We don’t have much time,” the dragon and lord said in unison.

  Smiles blooming, the lord lifted his blanket and stood up. Nypha averted her eyes but the image of the handsome lord’s body was burned into her mind. Dorian moved to his closet and began pulling travelling clothes. Hearts beating, the two grew silent as Dorian dressed and Nypha tried not to stare.

  A short time later, the lord and dragon made their way down to the ground level of the castle. Taking twists and turns, they reached a thick door way. Dorian had Splitter strapped to his back, a small satchel in hand and dark leather covering his body. Nypha wore her emerald green robe, wings folded in close. The pair moved to the doorway and stepped out.

  Dorian closed the door as Nypha surveyed the area. The stone alleyway was empty. Opposite of the castle was a tall wall, no guards to be seen. Dorian tapped Nypha’s shoulder and pointed. The two began walking down the narrow alleyway until they reached an iron door. Dorian lifted the bar and opened it. Beyond the entranceway was a thick forest right against the castle walls, two horses with packs tied to a tree.

  Dorian closed the iron door before he spoke, “I had Strum prepare the horses for our journey.”

  The horse trotted in place and neighed as they looked to Nypha.

  Dorian stood at Nypha’s side, “I don’t think they like you.”

  The dragon eyed the horses, “I think they‘re afraid I will eat them. Maybe I should fly?”

  Dorian shook his head, “We can’t chance you being seen. Stay calm and they should be okay. Show them your power and trust.”

  Nypha gave a hesitant nod. Stepping closer, the horses pulled back. Dorian reached out and ran his hand down their snouts, whispering soothing words. Nypha was a few feet away but she watched as the horses calmed down to Dorian’s words. One of the hoses nudged the lord with affection and Dorian smiled. Nypha’s heart melted as he untied them and brought them closer.

  “I assume you’ve never rode a horse before,” Dorian grinned.

  Nypha eyed him and smirked.

  “I’ll give you a quick lesson and we will be on our way,” Dorian said with soothing confidence.

  Twelve

  The sun cleared the horizon, casting its brilliance against the mountain range. Bird song filled the air and shafts of light glowed against the dark green forest floor. Nypha’s senses took in every heartbeat, song or rustling of leaves but her eyes continued to glance at
the lord on horseback before her.

  The swirl in the dragon’s heart spiraled on. She watched as he held a leather book in his hand, glancing from it to landmarks along the barely used trail. They had been travelling for over two hours and nearly every moment, the dragon could barely keep her eyes off of him. Her inner storm continued, but this time it was not if it was right to seduce him but when. Nypha remembered how she felt the decision take hold last night. Daydreaming played on as she imagined changing into her true form, grabbing the lord and whisking him away to her lair at the top of the Demon’s Pass. She doubted he would resist but a small part of her wanted him too so she could enjoy his eventual surrender.

  The maddening swirl stormed on but she knew this small journey was important to him. To learn his father’s secrets about the mystical sword at his back was one of his many passions. The dragon mentally recounted how he enjoyed games and puzzles. How he would craft towers, and present them to his father with such pride. Lord Lockwood had multiple sets of the Game of Towers. On special occasions, he would bring out a special set and play against Nypha, talking endlessly about the craftsmanship Dorian put into each piece.

  Nypha couldn’t help the affection she felt for Dorian and his father. Harris Lockwood was a happy but stern father. He pushed Dorian to his limit and beyond, even at a young age. Not knowing his mother, she could see the gentle side of Dorian and only assumed it came from her. The mixture of strength, knowledge and good will sometimes confused the green dragon. She often thought he had the spirit of a dragon and it showed when he fought like a rabid beast. Mentally swimming through her floating thoughts, Nypha knew that spirit would translate to the bedroom. The memories touched her heart and she fought for some kind of control.

  Dorian looked to the map before him and then to the mountains on his left. Glancing back down, he smiled to himself having miscalculated the distance. Apparently, it was a lot closer then he previously thought. It would only be another two hours before they reached the ruins his father painstakingly drew by hand.