Dragon Riders of Etrea 2—Chapter 6

For dinner Rasud made a stew with several types of beans and so many different vegetables Henrik lost count. Anslie had a lifetime’s supply of flour, so he baked fresh bread as well.

“I never knew you liked to cook this much,” Henrik said, dipping his bread into the stew. “All these years, and I had no clue.”

“Well, when we’re together we’re usually stealing from some rich man, or celebrating after stealing from some rich man,” Rasud said. “I am a man of many talents. Cooking is just one of them. How is your soup, my dear?”

Shel had only eaten half of it. “It’s good. I just have to get used to my face. I have no tusks to bite things with.”

“Yes, now you must learn to be civilized. At least that’s what they call it when they look down their noses at a halfbreed like me.” Rasud looked down at himself. “Although I suppose that won’t happen anymore.”

“Are you going back to your old face when you return?” Henrik asked.

Both Rasud and Shel paused at that question. They glanced at each other, both looking uncomfortable.

“I prefer my own skin, but that spell was the most painful thing I’ve ever endured,” Rasud said. 

Shel just stared hollowly at her stew for a moment.

“Well, at least this will prevent Torgan from coming after you, right?” Henrik asked.

The hollow look on Shel’s face remained. “I…don’t know. I have a feeling he would somehow still recognize me. I wasn’t the only witch-woman in Silverkeep, either. He’ll probably send the rest of them after me, and I’m sure they’ll be able to tell.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re so in love with me,” Rasud said, gesturing with his spoon. “Because you know I can keep you safe.”

Shel gave him a smile that suggested she was grateful for his words, even if she didn’t entirely believe him.

Rasud pointed his spoon at Henrik. “How about you, old friend? Excited for your trip?”

“I just wish I knew more about it,” Henrik replied.

“Tossyth said she and the others will help guide you,” Anslie said. “Although they also said you will be tested. I don’t know what the test will be, but I would suggest keeping a tight rein on your temper, no matter what.”

Henrik nodded. “Noted. I just hope the cold weather doesn’t bother me. I’ve never experienced it before.”

“Never?” Anslie asked.

Henrik shook his head. “Never. Selfoss doesn’t get cold. Even in the winter months, it’s still warm. At night things can get a little chilly, but that’s it.”

Anslie smiled. “Oh, you’re in for a real treat, then. You might even see snow.”

“Snow?” Shel asked. “I’ve heard of that, in old stories. It’s cold and falls from the sky like rain, correct?”

“It is rain,” Anslie replied. “Well, sort of. You can think of it as frozen rain.”

“I’ll just think of it as cold,” Henrik said.

“The waterfall partially freezes in the winter here,” Anslie said with a small smile. “Not enough to affect my water supply, fortunately. It’s quite beautiful.”

“That does sound rather lovely,” Rasud said. “Shel, are you alright, my dear? You’ve hardly touched your stew.”

Shel looked at him for a moment, then set her spoon in her bowl and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Rasud. This is just a lot for me. In the space of a week I’ve abandoned my people and essentially given up my life, seen a dragon egg hatch, changed into a human, and now I’m preparing to travel to a human city.”

Rasud reached over and grabbed her hand. “You’re forgetting the best part. You met me.”

Shel laughed. “You do make things better, Rasud. For all your silliness, you have helped me in these troubled times, and I do appreciate it.”

Rasud winked at her.

“I’m sorry I don’t have beds enough for all of us,” Anslie said.

“Oh, it’s fine,” Rasud replied. “It’s so lovely out here, I actually don’t mind sleeping beneath the stars. As long as it doesn’t rain on us.” He looked over at Henrik. “Besides, the last thing I want is to be near this guy grunting in the middle of the night.”

Anslie blushed, and Henrik burst out laughing. Even Shel laughed at that.

“Speaking of which, we should give them some space and privacy,” Shel said. She pushed her bowl away, then stood. With an odd face, she picked at her tight-fitting pants for a moment. “These will take some getting used to.”

“Oh, I like them already,” Rasud said, his eyes squarely on her ass.

Shel gave him a flat look. “Come on.”

Rasud stood and took her by the hand. Together they walked toward the door. Right before they left the cabin, Shel leaned over and kissed Rasud on the cheek.

“They’re cute together,” Anslie said. 

Henrik smiled. “It’s good to see him so smitten with someone. I think it’ll change him for the better.” 

Henrik turned to watch Anslie as she stood and walked across the room. She did look quite fantastic in those tight-fitting breeches of hers. Compared to Shel—the only other woman around, that was—her hips were slightly narrower but her rear end was larger and more curved. Henrik felt like the luckiest man in the world as he stared at her.

“See anything you like?” Anslie asked over her shoulder as she fetched two mugs. She poured cider in each from a cask that looked older than she was.

“That’s putting it mildly,” Anslie said as she returned to the table. While pouring the cider she had also unlaced the front of her shirt, so that now the inner curves of her round breasts showed.

Henrik felt raw desire well up inside him as he watched her sit next to him. She sipped on her cider and gave him a sweet smile. Something suddenly occurred to him.

“Are you going to get pregnant from this?” Henrik asked.

Anslie’s smile deepened. “No. Not unless Tossyth allows it.”

He blinked. “Wait, so Tossyth can control whether or not you get pregnant?”

Anslie nodded. “As I’ve said, never underestimate the power of dragon magic.” Her smile took on a mischievous note. “Which means we can have all the fun we want.”

Henrik raised his mug and drained half of it at once. He had been with countless women in his life, but none as beautiful as Anslie. None as perfect as Anslie. When he set his mug down, she was still smiling at him.

“This is all new to me, so I’m sorry if I fumble a bit,” she said as a bit of color crept into her cheeks. She glanced over at her bed, which was just large enough for the two of them. “I’m feeling a bit…heated at the moment.”

Henrik didn’t need any further encouragement. He set his mug down, then reached over and grabbed Anslie. She was a tall woman, but few men in the realm were as strong as Henrik. He lifted her into his arms as if she were a child, then carried her to the center of the room and spun in a circle while she laughed and giggled.

“Oh if love is like this, then I could get used to it,” Anslie said. The moment Henrik stopped spinning, she pulled her face close to his and kissed him.

Henrik held her tightly for a moment while they kissed, then stepped across the room and gently set her down. Still standing, he held her face in both hands and kissed her while she wrapped her slender arms around his waist. They stayed there for a few minutes, just enjoying the pleasures of a simple kiss.

While keeping her lips against his, Anslie released Henrik’s waist and began pulling at the laces on the front of his pants. He repaid the favor by grabbing her shirt and pulling.

Anslie raised both arms overhead and Henrik pulled her shirt off, revealing those perfect breasts of hers. It was no wonder the dragon had chosen her; she was simply flawless. He moved to grab onto those perfect mounds of flesh but she grabbed his shirt and untucked it. Henrik took hold of the bottom hem and pulled his shirt off over his head.

“I need to figure out a way to get these damn things off more quickly,” Anslie said, pulling at his pants.

“We can try undressing each other,” Henrik replied as he fumbled with her laces. His thick fingers weren’t always the best at detail work like that. He eventually untied them, but then he tried pushing them down over her hips and especially that round ass of hers.

Anslie just laughed. “Yeah, but I want you naked sometime within the next hour. Here,” she said, and worked her hips side to side as she pushed her pants down. 

Henrik’s looser-fitting pants were much easier to remove. He pushed them down and kicked them off, grateful that neither of them were wearing boots. Anslie did the same, but her pants caught on one of her feet and she tripped.

Thankful for his quick reflexes, Henrik reached out and caught her.

“That could have been bad,” Anslie said, laughing. She kicked her pants the rest of the way off and then held Henrik tightly. “I like this,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder. “How you feel. How you smell.” She kissed his shoulder, then laid her head against him again.

The feeling of her naked body against his stoked a fire of raw passion within Henrik. Both of his hands were on her back, so he let one slide down to that amazingly round bottom of hers and gave it a squeeze. “How about that?”

“I like that too,” Anslie said. Henrik could feel her smile against his shoulder.

He brought both hands down to her magnificent ass and gave it a good, hefty squeeze. “And that?”

“I like that a lot,” she said with a giggle.

Henrik kissed the side of her head, careful not to get a mouthful of blonde hair, then worked his way down, kissing along her jawline, her neck, and to her collarbones.

“Oh, I really like that,” she said, her voice picking up heat.

Henrik finally released her bottom and let his hands trail down her body, finally grabbing onto her full breasts. He placed a kiss on each soft pink nipple and gently bit them until they became hard and erect. Anslie let out a soft moan as he continued down, kissing along the lines of her firm stomach while his hands slid down her hips.

He reached down and gently pushed on one of her ankles and she responded by spreading her legs a bit. Henrik continued kissing his way down her stomach, briefly nibbling next to her belly button and drawing another giggle out of her.

With his height it was a bit hard to fit down there, but he managed to get his tongue between her legs. He ran it up the full length of her lips and settled on her love button, working first in small circles then side-to-side.

Anslie let out a surprised moan, then her fingers tangled in Henrik’s hair. She pressed his face tightly against her sweet pussy and he licked her for all he was worth.

“By the—oh my—Henrik, if you don’t get inside me right now I think I might die,” she said, stepping back. When she stepped back her legs struck  the side of the bed. Her arms flailed, but she fell squarely on her back. At least the bed was soft.

Henrik decided to take advantage of her being on her back. He moved forward and ran his tongue up the full length of her soft folds, drawing another eager moan from her. She reached down, her hands grabbing onto him and pulling him closer. Henrik took his time, kissing his way up her taut stomach, spending a moment kissing and nibbling on her nipples, then up the side of her neck.

“Please,” she said breathily. “Don’t make me beg, Henrik.”

He took hold of his manhood and rubbed the head against her. She was practically on fire, and absolutely soaking wet. He pushed himself inside her, gently working back and forth until her wetness covered him completely, then buried his cock all the way to the hilt. Anslie threw her head back and let out a loud moan.

Henrik bent over her and pressed his lips against hers. She kissed back, and their lips parted, tongues pressing against each other as he began thrusting inside her with deep strokes.

Anslie’s legs wrapped around his waist and she used them to pull him closer. Henrik pushed himself all the way inside and let Anslie work her hips back and forth for a moment, marveling at how she felt beneath him.

He ran one of his hands down her side, giving her full breast a squeeze, trailing down her waist, grabbing onto her hip. Anslie was completely focused, her eyes closed. Henrik used his hand and grabbed one of her legs, then set his shoulder behind her knee. That really opened her up.

Anslie’s eyes opened wide and she looked down between them, watching him slowly press himself into her.

“Ohhh,” she said, her voice shaking. “By Lunias, don’t you dare stop, Henrik.”

Henrik kept at it for a moment, slowly pushing his full length all the way in until his balls were resting against her ass, then pulling out until only the tip remained inside. Anslie practically went insane, letting out a loud moan every time he buried himself inside her. Her large breasts moved back and forth to the rhythm of their lovemaking.

Considering that was only her second time ever having sex, her tightness drove him quickly toward the finish line. Well, that was fine. His size was a lot for her to handle, so it was better for both of them.

He sped up, thrusting rapidly inside her but careful not to hurt her, especially with her leg hooked over his shoulder. Anslie’s eyes squeezed shut and she alternated between kissing him and breathing hard. She let out a small moan that grew in volume with each thrust.

Henrik finally exploded inside her, calling out as his body tensed up. He rammed himself into her hard as he came, and she grabbed onto him, pulling him closer. Anslie pulled his face to hers, and they smothered each other’s moans with a deep, passionate kiss.

They stayed that way for a while, tongues pressing against each other, Henrik still inside her. He went to move off of her and she wrapped her legs around him.

“No,” Anslie said with a bit of a shy smile. “I like you inside me.”

Henrik practically collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. Anslie covered the side of his face with kisses, and reached out with both arms, holding him tightly.

“Catch your breath, my dear,” Anslie said softly. 

Henrik craned his neck to check the window. The sun was just beginning to set.

“I won’t see you for probably two weeks,” Anslie said, then pecked him on the lips. Her smile grew sultry. “So as soon as you’re ready, we’re going again. If I can walk normally tomorrow, I’ll be quite disappointed.”