Chương 24: No spikes but...

Thorin gripped her bare ass and she could hear him breathing heavily. Just the thought of him pushing into her in this position, outside in this garden in a gazebo, was enough to make her wet. The short dress do come in convenient after all.

She didn't even know what came into her to make her do something so daring. So scandalous. So out of character. Whatever happened to her virginal shyness? Did just one night with this sexy dragon change that? Can a person change from just one night of deeply satisfying oral sex with a hot, sexy dragon disguised as a human male?

Thorin was not moving to enter her. He was still poised at her entrance. She turned to look at him and he was just standing there transfixed, staring down at her bare round ass, sticking up against him. He has an unreadable expression on his face and raw desire in his dark eyes that are glinting with a silvery hint. She wriggled her ass slightly against him feeling his silken hot hard rod just waiting there. He is now so erect and hard, he is double the size of when she first took it out of his pants.

"You know you want it and I want it too, so let's get to it," she murmured huskily, licking her lips in anticipation.

He seemed to snap out of his daze and then he was slowly pushing into her. She gasped. The pain was excruciating. She turned to look but there were no spikes. It wasn't even silver like last night. But it was huge. And thick. And long. And hard. She could feel him stretching her but the pain, oh the pain, it was as if he was tearing her apart. Even without the spikes. Was it supposed to be so painful?

"Stop! Stop! No! Pain!" she gasped and he stopped, holding a tight control on himself. He pulled out almost immediately and then he was keeping his monstrous manhood back into his pants and zipping back up.

"I think you're still not ready despite your earlier bravado," he said coolly. He gave her bare ass a pat, like petting a kitten. "Let's continue another time," he paused. "Maybe later,"

She blushed deep red and stood up, pushing the short dress back down. His cool rejection stung more than the pain down there.

"I am ready! It's just that you are too big for me," she said.

He came near and pulled her to him then he reached down and touched her. She is still naked down there, her panties discarded somewhere else. She gasped at the feel of his fingers dipping into her. He had immediately set her senses on fire with one touch. He removed and raised his fingers, showing it to her.

"See? You're not wet. Not enough anyway," he said while rubbing his fingers together matter-of-factly to prove his point. His fingers were not even damp.

She was both embarrassed and irritated. Her stomach took that opportune moment to growl its protest. It is nearing noon and she has not eaten a morsel since last night. Thorin had the nerve to grin.

"Looks like you are hungrier for food more than for my dick," he quipped.

She rolled her eyes.

"Haha. Funny. Hilarious. Go be a stand-up comedian, why don't you," she retorted and started searching around for the lacy thong she had just discarded.

She found it on the ground not far off the gazebo, snagged it up and quickly pulled it up. Again, she was glad for the short dress, makes it so easy to discard and put back her panties. So maybe that's the whole point of why the cupboard was full of short, sexy prostitute-like attire. To make it easier for her to undress and just let her ride Thorin till they both tire out. Except that she has not been able to do that.

She looked around. Jessica is taking an awfully long time to conjure up some food. What is the point of having magical powers if they can't even conjure up food, like, immediately?

"Where is Jessica anyway? How long does it take to magically conjure up food? And why does she have to go to wherever it is to pick up the food and bring it here?" she asked, annoyed. She is ravenous and annoyed. A hungry woman does not make a nice woman.

Thorin snapped his fingers and a table filled with heaps of food appeared. Toasts. Eggs. Noodles. Fried Rice. Roast chicken. Salad. Pasta. Nasi lemak. Smoked ham. It was an East meets West buffet! She gasped.

"Well, you could have done that earlier! So, where did Jessica go anyway?" she asked. She sat down and started helping herself to everything she fancied, which is a little bit of something from each plate. One must not miss out a single dish in a buffet, that was her motto.

"Jessica doesn't have to be here for us to talk, she was here talking to me about something else," he told her. He was looking at her fondly as she tucked into her food.

"You sure do have a huge appetite," he remarked. He took a seat across from her and observed her eating.

She ignored him. Food is more important at this moment. It is more like brunch for her now.

"So, what is it that you like to do usually?" he asked casually.

She shrugged. She scooped a heap of rice and shoved it into her mouth, chewing it reverently. Wherever he conjured it up from, this here is some good fried rice. Not the greasy soggy kind. Nice fluffy rice, perfectly seasoned and fried with a ton of wonderful ingredients too.

"I don't have much time to do anything, usually, except to work, get food, avoid loansharks, sleep, you know, the daily grind," she said after swallowing the rice. "Sometimes, I do hang out with my friends and we talk and joke and vent," she added.

"Hmmm…" he considered her, his eyes thoughtful.

"How about we go on a date? What would you like to do?" he asked.

She choked on her food and started coughing. He went over to her and patted her back.

"That's quite a reaction," he remarked.

She wiped her mouth and the tears in her eyes from the choking.

"Are you serious?" she looked up at him.

He is now lounging casually against the arm of her chair. So near her, she can smell his powerful musky heady scent. It made her want to reach out and do things to him. Naughty sexy things.

"Yes, of course. I believe you're closing up against me because you don't know me, that was why our mating sessions have failed, twice," he said.

"I don't want to be a brute to force myself onto you, it must hurt a lot judging from the way you reacted earlier, maybe we take some time to date and get to know each other, it might work," he suggested.

He was not wrong there. Except that last night he had spikes so that doesn't count! It doesn't hurt to get to know him better anyway.

"I agree to dating…and like the sexual thing, I've not done this before too," she admitted. She had lived such a lame innocent life up till now. Suddenly she was kidnaped, became some old dragon's almost-mistress, had fantastic oral sex with him and now, he is asking her for a date. The order seems wrong somewhere, she thought but then this whole situation was already out-of-the-norm anyway.

"Jessica was saying that maybe we go out for a movie and a dinner, she said that's what humans typically do on dates," he said.

Wait. A. Minute. That sounded as if he has not dated before either.

"I thought you've lived among humans for thousands of years…how is it possible that you have not dated before?" she asked, surprised. Shocked even. He is not a bad looking human. In fact, he is downright gorgeous. And HOT. No mortal female could withstand his charms. She is certain of that.

"I don't see the need to date when I can have any woman I wanted in my bed without indulging in the usual small talk,"he shrugged nonchalantly.

She cringed at his arrogance. Honestly, does his arrogance knows no bounds?

"So you just jump into bed with any woman and then move on after that?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Sometimes with multiple women," he winked. "But after a while, it got boring and tiresome, I mean all these mortal women are the same, they ended up wanting one thing from me," he paused. "They wanted love and I can't give it to them," he said.

She raised an eyebrow. When mothers and grandmothers warned their daughters and granddaughters that men only wanted one thing, she was certain they were not referring to love. Here was a man, a dragon man, complaining about women wanting that one thing from him, love. Like it was something dirty from the way he spat the word out.

"What's wrong with love? I mean, don't dragons have hearts to love too?" she asked.

"Of course we have hearts. As for love…it is very subjective," he said. He studied her.

"You are my perfect human match, the only one whom I can spend an eternity with, but there was no guarantee that there will be love between us," he said. "That was why there was a clause in the contract for you to leave, after giving me heirs,"

That sounded kind of…sad. Does that mean he will be alone for all of eternity if she left? Wait, what does it mean all of eternity? She is mortal. She doesn't have eternity.

"Well…I am mortal so even if we do fall in love, it doesn't mean we can be together for all of eternity or was that just an euphemism?" she asked.

"Oh, don't you know?" he asked her in return.

"What? It's not like you told me much about your dragon rules," she responded.

He inhaled patiently.