Chapter 14

Boren had to leave. He really had to get out of bed and face life again. One day was not enough, and it passed so quickly, just like the day after that. And now, he had to leave for a new campaign. He knew that everything and everyone was ready; he checked everything yesterday a couple of times. There was no more reason to delay; he had to go. He looked at the slumbering Arlena next to him, so delicate; how could he leave her alone? A lump in his throat appeared at the thought that she would stay unprotected. Even in the elvish village, the safest place in the whole realm, he still was afraid for her.

I should leave a few dragons here, just in case, he thought and petted her head. “Arlena,” he said fondly. “I’m going to leave soon.”

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and cocooned her body over his. “Already?”

He smooched her so her face would be closer to his and kissed her lips gently. “I’ll leave a few dragons with you for protection.”

“No need,” she said through drowsiness while he continued to shower her lips and face with his kisses. “It’s always safe here,” she continued.

It used to be. Flashed in his mind. But not anymore. He knew that some dragons deserted, and who knew where they were? Especially since dragons were much less adapted to survival in the wilderness than elves. When they see that there are no more dragons left in the village, they might come back and commit a crime. “I’m leaving them.” He said firmly. “They’ll help with planting and other things.”

She raised to see him better. “If you want.”

The golden colour of Arlena’s eyes reflected especially beautifully in the rays of a rising sun. And it made him feel especially down to leave her. With a light touch, Boren took away a few strands of her hair from her face, and then he moved her head closer to give her another kiss.

The day Arlena met him. For the first time in her life, she felt a real fear, and yet right now, she didn’t want to let him go. He smelled like rain, and his skin was hot like the sun. The feelings she had in her chest whenever he was around were indescribable. As if she only now found her home, right here, in this bed in his embrace. She leaned closer and laid her leg on his hip, embracing his powerful torso in her fragile arms, caressing his skin under the fabric of his shirt.

Arlena’s tongue slipped into his mouth, and when he made a soft growl, she turned him onto his back and lay on top of him. Her hands slid down to his hips and under his pants. The reaction from his body didn’t wait long to express itself. He was already hard and ready to be placed inside her; however, just like her pussy was already wet and painfully widened. From the bare touch of his length, an anticipation of pleasure enveloped her stomach, echoing to her very feet and mind. She pulled off his pants and her panties and pressed his shaft over her clitoris before she began to rub against him slowly. Boren exhaled loudly, picking up her pace, emphasizing his desire.

The sensual, arousing waves of pleasure were one by one, enveloping her body with her every movement, testing her with the sweetness of the upcoming culmination. "Take that off," he pinched her nightgown. Boren wanted to see her body once again before he left.

Tremendously slowly, she pulled the fabric up, inch by inch, denuding herself for his hungry gaze. The white, thin fabric was caressing the soft skin of her stomach, the sophisticated angles of her ribs, the small sensitive hills of her breast, and already protrusive, tiny nipples. And then, finally, along her neck until the nightgown left her body completely. It was tormenting for him to watch her, but he wouldn’t dare to hasten her. He wanted to enjoy this torture.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, placing his fingers on her stomach and slowly sliding to her hips. Boren caressed her skin as if she were made out of the most fragile fabric in the whole world as if one uncareful movement could scare it away, and she’d disappear as an illusory vision. His hands moved carefully under her hips, and he raised her slightly so she could put his cock inside her.

Arlena exhaled deeply, arching her back and neck as she felt him inside, so hot and deep. She closed her eyes and focused on the pleasant sensation he gave her while she moved her hips up and down, quietly moaning from pleasure.

The image of her riding him made Boren smile; she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, the most sensitive, and yet the most greedy for pleasure. His gaze fell on the thin ray of sunlight on her chest that looked like it was caressing her nipple with every movement. He moved his hands back on her stomach, and by caressing its skin, he went up, cupped her breasts in his palms, and then laid his hands on her throat. Boren enveloped the thin throat in his fingers and forced her to lay down on him so he could taste her lips.

The skin between their stomachs got all wet and hot, and with every movement Arlena made, she could feel the heat rising more and more until it became so hot that she started to feel dizzy. She breathed heavily and pushed herself away from his chest. “Too hot…” she mumbled.

“It’s all the bed,” Boren breathed out, thinking that the coils under the bed were probably still smouldering after the night. Not thinking for too long, he grabbed her by the butt and sat on the bed, placing his feet on the ground. “Hold tight,” he whispered into her ear. Still staying inside her, Boren stood up on his feet, holding her hips in his arms.

Unwillingly, Arlena giggled and enveloped her arms around his wide neck.

“You see,” Boren pressed her against the wall. “That’s why dragons need more privacy than elves.” He smiled playfully and began to thrust into her, unable to take his eyes off her giggling face.

“No one will judge us,” she replied, still smiling. “Love is natural.”

Love - this word brought a very pleasant feeling to Boren’s chest. Dragons didn’t call sharing a bed - love. He couldn’t even recall what exactly they were calling - love. Maybe something consistent, something rare. But this feeling right now, holding her in his arms, listening to her rapid and deep breath, sensing her skin, her taste, and her smell. It was unquestionable - love. And there was no need for logic or explanation; he just could feel it with his whole essence. Boren kissed her passionately and hastened his movements. This moment he wanted to remember till his very last breath.