Dragonfae & The Soul Catcher (20 page)

His heavy scent filled her nostrils. She stared at the magnificent shaft with the tightly drawn-up, naked sac. With every movement, her oversensitive nipples scraped across the inside of her shirt in a delicious ache. She pressed one hand to her folds in an effort to increase the exquisite pressure building deep in her core. With a long moan, she leant forwards, and kissed the sticky head of Lumos’ cock.

“Suck me, yes, I beg you. Drain me dry. Devour all of me. Gods, butterfly, I’m dying here.” Lumos caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. “My seed will calm you for our journey. Take me deep into your honey-sweet mouth.”

Thalia lapped the weeping slit—Lumos’ taste spilled over her taste buds. She lifted his heavy erection and bent to torment the man’s tight balls with the tip of her tongue. Like a cat, she licked each golden sac, thoroughly revelling in Lumos’ musky taste. Taking her time, she moved up the length of his thick cock and guided the bulbous head into her mouth. With slow deliberation, she devoured him. Each moan from Lumos sent shivers of ecstasy curling in her folds. Goddess, the Fae’s delight throbbed through her as if she shared his erotic bliss. Thalia suckled then bobbed her head, letting his hardness glide across her tongue in a velvet caress. Gods, he tasted so good.

“Oh, sweetness…that’s right. Now use some teeth. Fuck, you are so damn good at this… Oh yeah… Make me come.”

Closing her teeth around the swollen root she dragged the sharp edges up to the sensitive rim below the helmet. She, gripped with just the right pressure, and swirled her tongue around the opening. Under her palms, Lumos shuddered, his muscles bunched. Experiencing the Fae’s waves of erotic euphoria, her womb clenched. The air filled with the smell of her arousal, she shuddered with desire. She pressed hard against her clit and suckled the swollen tip of Lumos’ delectable hardness.

“Let me fuck your mouth. Come now, relax your jaw, little one. Oh yeah…so hot… Your mouth is pure magyck.”

Thalia gripped his hips and gazed into his eyes. Goddess, the Fae’s pupils had dilated and only a fine line of green remained. He cupped her cheeks with his warm hands and slid deeper into her. The taste of him, the dominant slide of his hot silk across her taste buds drove her to madness. She wanted, needed, to taste his hot seed. She sucked hard, sinking her fingers into Lumos’ thrusting hips. His rock-hard shaft rippled and he gasped. Then his delicious taste—the sweet nectar overflowed from him and dribbled from the corners of her mouth. The luscious flavour sent shivery sensations curling deep in her belly. The clearing went out of focus. Deep, pulsating waves of incredible pleasure rolled through her. Trembling, she clung to Lumos and feasted on him, extending the delight of her climax.

“Oh, darling, as much as I hate to stop you, I must or we will be doing this all day.” Lumos lifted her to her feet and drew her into his arms. He suckled the bite marks in her neck. “Although I ache to taste your sweet folds, we must make haste.”

Thalia fell against him, boneless. “Will we be alone tonight?”

“I’ll find a place.” Lumos smiled down at her. “Don’t be ashamed. Pyro understands our needs… This insatiable longing for me is normal during the mating fever.” He chuckled. “I must tell you this overpowering desire will get worse once your moonfire begins. When this happens, we’ll hide away where no one can disturb us.” He adjusted his clothing. “Do you forgive me for making you this way, little one?”

“I should thank you. I had no idea what to expect… You… This passion… Gods, Lumos, I crave you every second now.” Thalia dashed a hand through her hair. “This moonfire you speak of, do you really believe this desire can get any stronger?”

“Aye. In fact, you’ll be insatiable for three days.” Lumos grinned. “But I’ll be there to love you and I will in every possible way. Dragonfae have incredible stamina.” He groaned. “Gods, we must leave. Your body tempts me so. Just look at me, I’m ready for you again, my love.”

Chapter Fourteen

Tusuns—the realm echoed its name, dry and as hot as a brush fire. Beneath the burning twin suns, the sandy wasteland gave little shelter. Heat shimmered from the baked terracotta rocks and reflected from the sand unmercifully. Giant lizards basked in the sunlight with striking skins of red and white stripes or yellow with blue spots. The large, frilled reptiles scattered in all directions as they flew overhead, disappearing into cracks and fissures in the never-ending rock face.

Lumos scanned the area ahead with his dragon sight. They had flown over the insufferably rough terrain for most of the day, stopping each hour to rest. The animals had required copious amounts of water and, once restored to size, had all registered their distress at the intolerable heat. After a short discussion, Lumos had cast a sleeping spell over the animals before allowing Pyro to re-miniaturise the horses and Brew. The water sacs were diminishing at an alarming rate, and, in the distance, a red glow warned of an approaching sandstorm. They must find shelter soon—a sandstorm could tear Faeries’ wings to shreds, and peel the skin from their bodies in a short time.

With a sigh, Lumos gazed down at Thalia. She slept in his arms under a spell. He had cast a shroud to shield her fair skin from the twin suns’ glare. Although her skin had changed to reflect his colouring, she was not yet Fae. Her long hair tumbled over his arm and glistened like flames—gods, how he loved this female. He would gladly die for her.

At first, he had thought the gods had challenged him with one so damaged, but now he knew the truth of it. Thalia’s magyck, cleansed by the sacrifice of her mother, would make the Dragonfae bloodline stronger. His sons would have the knowledge to destroy dark magyck. Sweet Thalia would be his perfect mate. She had the courage of a warrior and she loved with the heart of a dragon. This had not been a test for him. No, for her love and trust in him could only be a regarded as a reward of the highest calibre and nothing less.

“There.” Pyro pointed into the distance. “A cavern and it looks wide enough to take the horses.”

“I see it. Damn, we don’t have much time before that storm hits.”

“I think we should move out again as soon as the storm passes. As far as I remember, the Gate is over the next mountain range. I would estimate less than an hour from that cavern by my reckoning.” Pyro frowned “Have you ever been to the realm of the Trill?”

Lumos tipped back his wings and started to descend to the cavern. “No, but I do know of the man creatures bred from pigs, the Boars, and their disgusting habit of slavery.” He landed on the small plateau in front of the mouth of the cavern. He placed Thalia in the shade and folded his wings. “Why?”

“Well, if we return to Drakka via Twin Falls we must travel through three Nomag realms before we get to Farrell. I know Trill has a Gate that links directly to that realm.” Pyro placed the bags on the ground. “If we encounter either Boars or Shadow Walkers in Trill, we could rest at Farrell and replenish our powers. You can’t think of meeting the challenge for Drakka without at least a day’s rest.” He scooped the horses out of the saddlebags and waved a hand over them. He stood back as they returned to normal size. “I assume Farrell hasn’t changed and it still contains both Fae and shifters?” He grabbed the horses’ reins, turned away, and headed inside the cavern.

“Aye, we’ll be welcome there, and I’ve visited that realm often enough. The cavern appears empty. I can’t see any tracks leading in or out of the entrance, but shouldn’t we check it out before we take Thalia inside?”

Lumos stared after Pyro’s retreating form. The ancient one had not so much as peered inside the cavern. They had seen many unusual creatures in this realm. Gods only knew what lived inside the cave. He decided to leave Thalia safely with Brew rather than put her at risk. He bent to retrieve the miniature basket from Thalia’s top pocket. A second later, Brew slid out of the basket like a black snake and blinked up at Lumos. “Look after Thalia while I make sure the cave is safe.”

“You should wake her. I cannot save her from an attack.”
Brew stretched languidly.

Lumos touched Thalia’s head. “Hello, sleepy head. I want you to wait here with Brew. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Gods, it is so hot here.” Thalia stretched. “Have we got far to go?”

“No, but a sandstorm is imminent, so we need to take cover for a while. I’m going inside to make sure it’s not inhabited by anything nasty, so do as you are told and wait here.”

Thalia scratched Brew’s ears. She licked her parched lips and glanced around for a water skin. The sky had changed from a brilliant azure to pale apricot—a cloud of dust shielded the burning twin suns. Getting to her feet, she peered around the large rock in front of the cave entrance. A gaping black maw set deep in the rock face greeted her. She heard the echo of Pyro’s voice and the sound of the horses’ hooves crunching on gravel from inside the cave. She moved closer to the sounds and waited just inside the mouth of the cavern. A shout met her ears, followed by Argos’ scream, and the sound of frightened horses. Gods, what had happened?

Unconcerned for her own safety, Thalia moved into the cave, and created a light globe. She spun the pearly globe before her to illuminate the way. Another noise filtered through the blackness, this one sounding as if a pile of gravel had tumbled to the ground in a rush. Then the sound of the horses’ hooves clattering on the stone floor grew louder. The beasts appeared from the darkness, their eyes rolling in terror, closely followed by a great cloud of red dust. The horses bolted from the cave and gathered, flanks quivering, on the edge of the small plateau.

Thalia heard Lumos swear from deep inside the cave. She peered into the darkness. A wave of white magyck hit her with a gentle caress, holding her against the wall.

“Dragon, tell Lumos I am safe.”

A blinding crack of lightning lit up the cavern followed quickly by another. Thalia pressed her back against the wall. Her eyes widened in terror. A hoard of spiders as big as dinner plates charged the Dragonfae warriors. The spiders streamed from every nook and cranny in an undulating wave of red eyes and black, hairy legs.

“Spiders!—Oh my—Oh goddess! Lumos, I do not know what to do.’”

Deep in the cave, magyck burst in flashes of brilliant white and blue. The Fae stood side by side, hands raised, throwing spells at the furry army. Lumos moved with cat-like grace from one side of the cavern to the other, his body shimmering in a blue haze of magyck. Light shot from his fingertips, heating the rock until it wept with tears of molten lava, sealing the fissures. Beside him, Pyro danced from one foot to the other, sending sheets of white magyck across the ground to incinerate the shrieking spiders. Frozen with fear, Thalia gaped at the carnage in morbid fascination. A wave of nausea hit her—the stench of burning flesh accosted her nostrils.

Dragging her attention from the terror, Thalia turned towards the horses. To her dismay, Argos screamed in alarm and danced, pirouetting on his hind legs. Thalia could see the whites of the terrified beast’s eyes. The horse had moved dangerously close to the edge of the ravine, his every step dislodging more earth on the crumbling perimeter. Above, the sky had turned blood-red—the suns barely visible through the whirling sand. A roaring wind blew the sand at her feet into twisting spirals. Red dust caked her face.

Thalia grimaced and pulled her shirt over her nose. She blinked frantically to clear the dirt from her eyes. The storm rose up like an orange tsunami and crashed over the top of the mountain range. Argos reared and snorted, calling the other horses to his side. Strengthening her resolve, Thalia pushed away from the wall. She must act now or the horses would fall to their deaths. Trying to keep her voice calm, Thalia called to the stallion.

“Argos, bring the horses here. Come on, boy.” To her surprise, the horse calmed at once and danced sideways towards her with the other beasts following close behind. Collecting up the reins, she pulled Argos behind the massive boulder, and edged back inside the cavern. The two Dragonfae had moved deeper inside the cave. The warriors battled on, sending up great clouds of steamy brimstone in their wake.

Thalia’s hair lifted from her back, charged with the residual magyck. The long strands hung suspended in the air around her—not buffeted by the howling wind. She glanced down at Brew. The cat gave a long warning yowl and his fur stood out from his body like a brush. Heart pounding, Thalia edged her way out of the cavern. The wind whipped at her body, tearing at her clothes. Turning at the entrance to check the horses, she gasped at the sight before her.
Oh no!

Fear suffocated her. With shaking hands, she clutched the rock face for purchase, trembling in horror. Through the swirling, red dust cloud, Thalia spied a swarm of spiders, with black waving feelers, creeping onto the plateau. The insects poured over the rim and headed straight for her. As they formed a line along the edge, she shuddered at the insects’ red, beady eyes and sharp fangs.

With legs threatening to collapse at any second, Thalia drew up her magyck. A shudder of revulsion shivered down her spine. She formed a fireball and let the bright orange sphere spin, glowing like a sun on her palm. The disgust she held for the spiders fuelled the spell, turning the rich, orange globe into black spinning fury. A strange calm fell over her. In her hand, she held the power of life and death. In that instant, time stopped still. Thalia ignored the roar of the wind, the life-threatening danger, and stepped outside her body. She calmly noted the position of the horses, and the massive rocks hovering above the plateau. To avoid a landslide, the massive ball of dark fire had to land at the very edge of the precipice.

With crystal clarity of mind, she took aim and launched the destructive spell towards the spider army. The black fire struck the ground in a roll of thunder and spread out with lethal force. The mountain shook with the whine of an earthquake and a crack opened across the plateau. Seconds later, half the ground in front of the cavern slid away. The spiders crashed down the ravine with an unholy screech. Dust billowed up in a spinning plume, hovered for a split second before catching the wind and peppering Thalia with debris.