The soft bearskin rug I lie on is warm from the fire, but the heat I feel coming off Blade dwarfs that of the flames behind the glass doors of the fireplace. His dark wavy hair dangles over his forehead just barely covering his eyes, but I can see they, too, are aflame with desire. He hovers over me, unbuckling his belt as he watches my every move, so I relax and clasp my hand behind my head. I grin at his boyish lust peeking out.
"Don't you think you're hot enough? You lay me right by the fire?" I tease him as he unzips his pants and frees his dick.
"I like to work up a good sweat now and then." He strokes himself a few times and then pulls his sweater over his head, tossing it away from us. The scars on his chest are bright red, but I can see hints of orange scales appearing around them, and the backs of his hands shimmer in the light of the flames.
"Take your pants off." I order, still relaxing there, enjoying his body. The strong chiseled muscles on his chest and stomach demand my attention, arousing me and causing my body to tingle with expectation. I know how he feels inside of me, and I want that feeling more than ever.
He smirks at me as he lowers his pants and boxers to his knees, then sits to the side to remove them, kicking off his shoes and socks first. As he rises back up, now crawling up over me, I see the glow of his eyes intensify, and my body reacts. A deep ache forms in my groin, begging to be tempered, a lustful urge that almost overtakes me. Until he lifts his arm and displays his shifted hand, covered in scales, his talons sharp and pointed.
"What will you do with that?" I ask with a chuckle, remembering how he sliced my panties open so he could have his way with me last time.
"It appears you have too much clothing on." Drawing the side of his hand down my cheek, he points a single talon at my chest, scooping up the neckline of my sweater. His gaze never leaves mine as he carefully tugs at my sweater, cutting a small slit in the material that cover my chest down to the valley between my breasts. I gasp softly when his claw squeezes beneath my bra strap, and in one swift motion he severs the rest of the fabric all the way to the hem.
"You didn't really like that sweater anyway..." He says the words with such authority, I believe him, and then he folds back the sweater, exposing my sweat-dampened breasts. My skin glistens in the light and he raises the corner of his lip in a lustful snarl.
A shiver goes down my back as he does the same with my pants, slitting them down each leg, baring my skin to the heat radiating off of him. I shrug out of the torn sweater and allow him to peel away my pants, my body already dripping with excitement for him.
"We're going to do something a little different now." He traces a line from my ankle up my leg to my inner thigh, leaving the faintest hint of a line on my skin with his talon. "Have you ever fucked a dragon?"
My stomach sinks, not knowing what he means, until I peer down at his throbbing member, seeing it shift. I hardly know the half of what he wants; that becomes obvious when he reaches over and takes hold of an empty champagne bottle from the table.
