A Dragon's Gold Ch. 03: Loivissa

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Loivissa laid in waiting, her large body coiled and as still as stone.

The expanse of coins, gold, silver, bronze, copper, diamonds, jewels, and countless other precious things glittered like some shining sea. Great pillars of stone marked with the occasional char and scorch broke up the shimmering waves. But this sea only shifted and crashed when it was rudely interrupted by a body.

And it was becoming rare for that to happen.

When Loivissa had very first staked these caverns as her own territory, the kingdoms below had sent knights in beautiful shining armor to bring her skin and head home to be mounted in the castle halls. Those knights had become nothing more than a broiled meal for her.

Then, the parties of mercenaries and even armies of warriors had descended upon her home.

They hadn't lasted much longer than the others.

Now, it was rare at all that any human dared encroach on her territory. She had been expected another knight for a while now. After all, how many times had she been cursed at by the farmers and villagers for carrying off their livestock?

Loivissa stifled a sigh and sniffed the air.

Ah, yes. She was certain that this new human was hidden beneath the ledge she was perched on.

She had heard the near-deafening sounds of someone climbing...And subsequently sliding around her chambers.

The human had lead her on a merry chase around the caverns, always managing to stay just one breath ahead.

But Loivissa had the human now.

She held every muscle perfectly still, her gaze locked on the ledge beneath her claws. The human's breathing was ragged and stifled.

A few loose coins shifted, sliding down the slope of the pile.

The breaths hitched and Loivissa felt a thread of excitement thrill through her veins. After a long moment, the human's head peeked out and took stock of its surroundings.

Loivissa held back her derisive laugh. They always forgot to look up.

Assuming it was safe, the human crept free of the sheltering ledge and began picking its way over the gold.

Male, as all the others had been, Loivissa noted. But there was something...Pleasing about his gait. His shoulders were broad, his hair dark and curled. A quiver full of arrows and its accompanying bow were strapped to his back along with a thick staff of smooth and polished wood.

How curious.

All of the others had either carried swords or bows, never a large stick. Even the thieves had carried daggers or slings.

Loivissa shook her head and flared her wings. Her haunches tensed and launched herself into the air. Treasure scattered, creating a tidal wave from her sudden departure.

The human whirled, bow drawn and arrow knocked. The sharpened sliver of wood bounced off of her scaled hide and clattered to the ground.

Her claws glinted in the dim light of the cavern as she sailed through the air. She took him right over the edge of her nest, his body rolling before fetching up against the opposite side.

Loivissa snatched up the bow from where it had fallen and crushed it between her teeth. With ease, she lifted the human by the quiver on his back and shook until he slipped from its straps. He landed with the silks and furs that lined her nest with a muffled shout. Loivissa hurled the quiver away as it smoked from her flames.

As she alighted, she folded her wings in tight and leveled her face with his.

Oh, yes. This human male was quite a bit more fetching than the others had been. He had a pleasing face with a strong jaw. His lower lip was fuller than the top and his eyes were a pretty shade of green.

He waved a dagger before her nose, causing her laugh to finally escape. "That will most certainly not hurt me, little one!"

"I am Mikhail, Mountain of the North." His voice was deep and had an odd cadence. With a slow movement, he sheathed the bit of honed metal. "What, may I ask, is your name, great beauty?"

Loivissa blinked before smothering a smile. Playing to her vanities? Well..."I am Loivissa the Red Death."

"The name suits you, Lady Loivissa. Your scales shine brighter than any ruby or garnet in any realm I've ever set my eyes upon." The male bowed his head, glancing up through his dark hair.

Loivissa indulged him with a smile. "And you've been to many realms, Mikhail?"

"I have, my lady."

Loivissa snaked her head round his back to take another look at the staff strapped to his back. "And where did you chance upon such a large stick? Tell me, what is its purpose?"

"It is a weapon, my lady, one that I cherish dearly."

Loivissa peered at him. "I've never seen a weapon of only wood before." Curiosity tickled. With a surge of power, she shifted her shape to her human form.

Loivissa stretched her palms out. "May I see it?"

Mikhail could only stare at the woman that had been a great dragon only a heartbeat ago.

Her skin was faintly golden, her body naked, leaving her generous curves bared to his gaze. Long, oddly red hair cascaded around her slim shoulders. Her eyes glimmered like the gold around them.

"Mikhail?" Her voice was husky as it issued from those plump red lips.

Mikhail removed the staff from his back and pressed it into her small hands.

Loivissa smiled inwardly. There was no doubt in her mind that her human form had enraptured and even aroused Mikhail. His mouth had dropped open a bit and his eyes had widened. A there was a tell-tale bulge that was steadily growing in his trews.

Mikhail watched as Loivissa's hands wandered over the staff, up and down, up and down.

He could feeling himself hardening the longer he looked at her.

Loivissa strode past him and leaned his staff against the wall of her nest. Her hips swayed as she circled him. Her hands were hot as they trailed over his neck, face, and hair. His breastplate fell onto the silks underfoot with a muffled noise.

His shirt was ripped away in the next breath. And then Loivissa was before him, cheeks flushed and eyes shining.

"However much I find that stick curious, I find you more interesting." Her hands wandered over his chest and arms. "Do you know how long it has been since any male has touched me?"

Mikhail shuddered as her hand traced the muscles of his belly. "Surely with your beauty you are never alone, my lady."

Loivissa laughed, shaking her head. "Your compliments continue to smooth my vanity, Mikhail."

Her lips meshed with his as hands, his and hers began to wander. Her skin was as soft as a sigh, her hips flared perfectly, those breasts overflowed his hands.

Loivissa's teeth caught his earlobe and a low groan escaped Mikhail's mouth.

Her voice was a husky whisper as one of her hot hands slid beneath the laces of his trews and ceased his length. "It's been years, Mikhail. Years since I've had a male's hands on me. Years since his lips. Years since I've had one inside me." Her tongue traced the outer curves of his ear as her hand pumped.

Loivissa's knees met the silk and furs at their feet as she shredded his trews with her claws. Was she-

Her plump lips encircled the head of his shaft and he shouted hoarsely, hands tangling in her scarlet hair.

She loved him relentlessly; drawing him into her mouth until her tongue was flat against his skin and he touched the back of her throat, her fingers kneaded and toyed with the weight of his sac, her breaths tingled across the moisture she left as she drew away.

With a sharp yank on his ankles, she sent him toppling to the furs.

Loivissa rose, nipping at his lips. His muscles bunched beneath her and suddenly, she was the one on her back.

Mikhail's mouth crushed down on her's, giving no quarter.

Loivissa gasped as one of his hands traced her sex, parting the folds and tickling her clitoris. His lips wandered down, planting kisses along her throat, shoulders and breasts before he kissed around one pouting nipple.

She arched up in offering. Mikhail finally obliged, taking the tawny peak between his lips and suckling. A finger pushed into her entrance before it was joined by a second. The digits spread and arrowed deeper.

It wasn't long before both of them were panting from need.

Mikhail withdrew his fingers and, as Loivissa watched, placed them upon his tongue. His green eyes closed as a groan escaped his lips.

Those broad hands closed on her hips and caused her to turn to her hands and knees.

Loivissa arched her body back, waiting to feel the head of his shaft pressing against her opening.

Instead, a pair of warm lips and a roving tongue settled over her sex.

She cried out as he wrung the pleasure from her. Mikhail was absolutely merciless, licking her up and down before delving his tongue deep. He suckled her clitoris and pressed the very edge of his teeth against it before easing the sting with his lips.

With a strangled cry, Loivissa toppled over the edge, orgasm rippling through her.

Mikhail reared up behind her. His length prodded at her soaked entrance. With a series of short rocking movements, Mikhail seated himself deep inside her channel.

And then, he began to move. Oh, gods. Did he move.

Loivissa arched her back as she bucked her hips to best meet his frantic thrusts. He stretched her deliciously and hit every bit of her deep inside.

Mikhail ceased her hair in one fist and pulled her head back, arching her spine even more.

Her body trembled as his other hand cupped her belly, long fingers tickling the very top of her mound.

One finger pressed against her clitoris as Mikhail bent, mouth at her shoulder. His teeth sank into the soft flesh there. The tiny spark of pain shot her off.

Loivissa cried out, body shaking and sheath clamping down hard on his length. Mikhail gave a brutal shout and his shaft jerked inside of her. His hips pistoned wildly as he filled her channel.

With one last spasm, he took her down onto the furs and silks.

He still softly thrusted, length softening slightly within her body. When he made a move to withdraw, Loivissa glanced over her shoulder at his dampened face.

"And where do you think you're going, Mikhail the Mountain of the North? I'm not done with you yet..."