“Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.” ― Clive Barker, Days of Magic, Nights of War
The Dance of Dragons
Gloria looked down at the gauntlets in the drawer as Raul lifted out a pistol with a silencer. The talons were like nothing she’d seen before. They retracted over fingertips covered with what looked like black iridescent dragon scales. She slipped one on and splayed her fingers in attack mode. The talons snapped forward, and she felt a small ultrasonic vibration in her hand. The claws came to a needle-sharp point with razor serrated edges on the inside curve.
Gloria grabbed the bedpost and squeezed. The talons buzzed and sliced into the hardwood like butter. She turned to the dresser mirror and dragged her claws across the mirror cutting deep grooves into the glass as glass dust cascaded down on the cloth cover.
“These will do well, I believe,” Gloria said as she noticed the scales were lightweight but resisted penetration by the talon tips.
“They’re armored too.”
Raul set two pistols and extra magazines down on the nightstand and picked up the other pair of gauntlets for himself. He opened the wrist sleeve and looked at the stamp on the inside.
“XM-58. These are experimental.” Raul’s gravelly voice had an echo of concern. He hated testing some good idea fairy’s dream weapon in combat for the first time. Too much could go wrong.
“What were the models we used on the beach?” Raul queried Gloria
“Ours were M-48’s. These are from the research lab on the west coast of America,” Gloria said.
“Gifts from Peter,” she added.
“What, my love?” Raul asked as he tried on the gauntlets.
“Nothing Dear, I was just admiring the sleek engineering.”
“After we play a bit, what do you say we shower and call it a night. Tomorrow is a long day.” Raul struck the headboard with his talons and ripped out a huge chunk of splintered wood throwing pieces across the bed.
Gloria removed her gauntlets as she looked at Raul, winked, and made a little alto growl that sounded somewhere between the deep hunger and insatiable lust of a Dragon predator. The pleasing sound caught Raul’s attention.
They walked to the bathroom; shoes came off, socks flew in the general direction of the bed. Gloria walked out of her loose cotton pants and shed her top like a silk scarf; her nakedness glowed in the dark room attracting Raul to her side. Raul threw his pants and shirt in a wad on the bed, grabbed Gloria, lifted her in the air and swung her around. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs jutted out like the boom of a sailboat as they pretended to waltz their way to the shower. The door closed to muted laughter.
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The dark room was quiet as a crypt. An old streetlamp created a soft yellow light that reached through the curtains and across the bed illuminating peaked nipples perched on breasts that rose and fell to quickened breaths. A stream of dust swirled in the light and danced over the sensuous curves below.
Gloria, unable to sleep, turned her head and looked at the dark figure that sat motionless in the chair across from her hidden in the shadows. She eased the sheet off her waist and drew her knees up then let them fall away from the sides of her hips like the wings of a butterfly.
The dark figure moved in the shadows; Gloria heard her lover speak in a whisper.
“Yes, my love.”
“Wouldn’t you be more comfortable watching the door from here?” Gloria ran her hands down the insides of her legs and up again to her breasts offering herself to her Dragon. Her skin pebbled in the pale light at the welcomed thought of his touch.
Raul sat down beside Gloria. His hand chased her fingers across inviting thighs to the manicured hair on the mound that dove down between her legs and further across her quivering stomach to firm breasts, then chin, her pouting lips, and flushed cheeks.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face and kissed the warm mouth waiting in the dark.
The swirling dust lifted like the smoke of incense above their mingled bodies and mixed with the honeyed musk of her tingling skin.
“Make love to me again.” Her entreaty for love was thick with her desire, a divulgence with a hint of impatience and need.
“I adore how you are always thinking of my comfort, Love,” came the intimate reply that warmed the curve of her neck.
Fingers tugged on hard flesh with a delicate urgency.
“Come to me and tell me about our cruise on that beautiful ship of yours.”
Gloria reached up and ran her fingers along Raul’s side as he loomed over her. Raul eased himself between her waiting legs. His growing lust was evident as Gloria rotated her hips to massage him as he settled over her. She explored his chest with erect nipples. The exhaust of his breath came quicker.
Her eyes shut tight as she felt the hard, dense muscles of his chest play across her breasts. She loved how he showed his desire for her. She reveled in her power to drive him to a frenzy with her body. She offered her neck as his lips sought her nape and shoulder.
She arched her back with her head hanging over the edge of the bed, hair spilling like a waterfall toward the floor as the Dragon’s beard tickled her. Eager lips and a busy tongue rode on a warm blanket of breath as the Dragon played with the ridge of her collarbone and moved to the root of her breast. The hair on Gloria’s arms lifted as she ran her fingertips across her man’s back.
“Tell me where we will go on this cruise.” Gloria’s long fingers measured the ripples of his stomach, reaching lower and feeling him grow harder in her teasing fingers.
“We’ll cruise slow across the Black Sea and back through the Bosphorus Strait to the sunny islands of Southern Greece.” He kissed her breast to punctuate his baritone soliloquy. She pressed her nipple to his mouth, held his head to her breast, and sighed as he sought to please her.
“We’ll swim in the clear blue waters during the day, drink our coffee at sunset on the aft deck, and make love in the gentle embrace of the rocking sea until sleep robs us of further sin.”
Gloria rested her legs on Raul’s waist and back then lifted her head and shoulders, gripping the back of his arms as his kisses moved down from her breasts to her stomach in a meandering stroll.
“Oh, baby, where will we go next?” Gloria’s husky intonation quickened Raul’s heart beat.
There was a pause as Gloria gently rubbed herself against the hard shaft of the Dragon’s lance to signal her eagerness for him. He pushed back against her warm dampness and swelling lips causing her to feel drugged with desire.
“Next is Malta, my dear; off the coast of Sicily where we’ll resupply and eat fresh seafood outside at the shoreline cafes and drink velvet sweet wine between walks on the beach. We’ll make love in the warm sugar sand and let the slack tide waters cleanse the dirt from our soul.” His deep voice held a soft, reverent tone, like the susurration of voices in a church. He spoke like reciting poetry as he interpreted their shared dream of getting away from the deprivation of duty and war.
Raul’s hands moved across her body like an island breeze sending waves of pleasure through her that mingled with her vision of her and Raul entwined on the sunny beach.
“Go on, please go on,” Gloria now pleaded with her Dragon lover.
Raul spoke in hushed, halting words as he drew invisible messages of adoration on the inside of Gloria’s thighs with his lips, tongue, beard, and a slow tale of their future.
“I think we’ll sail to the south of France, to Monaco and take in the pleasures there. We’ll dress up. You in your red silk evening dress with Dragon Brocade flowing in the offshore breeze at night and me in my black tuxedo with long tails and satin lapel. We’ll dine in elegant restaurants on French cuisine and attend the theater. You’ll pleasure me in the dark of the theater, and later I’ll punish your lack of public decorum with my wild passion. I’m afraid I may ruin your dress.”
Gloria placed her hands on his head, lifted her hips and impatiently urged him to her. He tortured her with his slow and gentle caress as he filled her mind with dreams she couldn’t wait to live out. “Oh!” She exclaimed as the broad flat of his tongue found her on the way up and over.
Fingers dove down both sides of her sensitive bud, back to the top, circled, and continued with their exploration followed by a fervent kiss. She moaned her approval as his touch found her ready for him. She pushed herself against his lips, grasped at his body, lifted up to accommodate his searching hands, his probing fingers, his massaging tongue, and twisted her legs and body as she chased his moistened lips and tongue with her aching desire.
“Yes there, stay please, stay there.”
“In Monaco, my dear?”
“Yes. Monaco. Stay there.”
Raul rode the rapid rise and fall of his Siren’s pelvis. He soothed her need and placated her want. Gloria felt herself coming apart against his relentless legato search across her body with his love making.
An enlivened Gloria wound her fingers in his hair and pulled him to her. Every muscle in her body tensed drawing her into a knot. She guided him, held him there, right there, that spot that made her thighs tremble, her throat lock tight against the strained breath rushing from her lungs.
Her toes contracted like clenched fists as she let go in waves of pulsing contractions under Raul’s ever-increasing tempo and focused attention.
She heard the sound of her breath rushing out and rushing in through her mouth and nose in a staccato hum. She was drowning in the waves that washed her away from the steel moorings of her emotions.
Gloria’s eyes and mouth opened wide as she felt him enter her and slide deep inside.
A gasp escaped her lips as she tried to accept all of him. Her hips moved to match her Dragon’s gentle thrusts. He retreated, she came to him. He returned, she tantalized his advance.
Their hips sparred as Raul covered Gloria’s lips, her neck, the ear, a shoulder, and back to the neck with growing passion. Sweat glistening in the pale light increased the drug of pleasure as skin and rippled muscle slipped recklessly across undulating curves and bone.
Gloria growled deep in her throat, her eyes glowed with a saturated, golden hue, and the pupils vibrated in elliptical slashes. Her reptile like incisors flashed in the faint light as her fingers sought purchase in the sinew of Raul’s back.
The beast within took Raul away as he grabbed Gloria behind the small of her back. His thumbs dug into the peak of her hips forcing a sensuous lament. She fought against him, fought with him, tore at him with her fingers, thrust her hips at him, and drove him mad as he filled her with his ferocity.
He groaned as her thighs tightened around his waist. She purred a gritty murmur as he forced her back down on the scattered sheets, grabbed her behind the knees, and pressed her legs back toward her head. Pinned under her Dragon, Gloria surrendered to his overpowering drive toward their shared ecstasy.
The wild beast in Gloria erupted as her Dragon tensed. His arms hooked the back of her knees, and Gloria used her legs as leverage to thrust herself into Raul’s groin. She clenched her muscles and held him in her as he shuddered in concert with the throbbing and warm flooding she felt inside her. Eventually, the lovers collapsed on one another and held on unable to speak and unwilling to let go of each other as they drifted in their mutual fugue of lust and love.
The sounds of pleasure, her alto, and his bass settled under lips teasing damp skin. The writhing grind of bodies stilled. Somewhere headlights from a patron at the Restaurant reached through the curtains illuminating the smoky dust in the room. The tiny particles of light reflection sailed in the unseen currents of past movement and body heat. Stillness below collapsed the meandering rise and the spirit of the room cascaded down like the last breath of a dying man. Gloria slept as Raul returned to his night watchman duties.
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