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NEIL BLAIR
Black Fire of the Night Dragon
Kingslayer
Dragon Mage

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From:

fondofapples

He might not have thought it was remotely helpful that she kept her hands above his waist, but if she'd haven given in to the urge then, or now, when he was kissing her like he owned her and begging her to show him he belonged to her, he'd have been bare-assed, plowing her with her skirt around her hips, both of them growling and moaning for anyone to hear.

By the time he released her, both of them were wiping their mouths, grinning sharp and feral, with eyes glittering like predators stalking their prey, and for a good thirty seconds, she considered finding something to bend over to invite him to mount her like stallion to mare.

It wasn't what she wanted, or at least not all that she wanted, but it would've gone a long way to getting them there.

But he'd taken her hand by then and was leading her backward through the forest, his gaze devouring her with every step and lust throbbing where nothing but a good long fuck could ease it. Then the temptation was to teleport them, end this torment in the collision of wills and hips and mouths against the first flat surface her room provided.

The stronger part of her wanted to know what would come of another ten minutes walk, and so she resisted, but every so often got close enough to graze his skin with her fingertips or steal a quick kiss, or whisper something filthy in his ear, then dance away again, smirking when he growled or cursed or threatened for only her to hear.

From:

hellorhighwater

It was the longest ten minutes of his life, and in it Neil decided that Regina was a fucking liar--she hadn't slept with a dragon, she was the dragon. Or maybe she made such beautiful fireballs because she was fire, the way every scrape of nails scorched his skin, every kiss charred his lips...

But then she'd whisper in his ear, some filthy promise or carnal wish she had--and that was the seduction that stalked him all his life. That was the fire and magic in his blood, caressing his veins, sparks dancing through tissue, the corona that surrounded his body and made beautiful promises of hearth and freedom and light if he would only let it out, let it play, let it dance across the world and feed until smoke and ash were all that remained.

She tore at his control with silken talons, and danced away from him every time he was about to let go--safer than the fire, softer than the dragon, madness and hunger and sin wrapped up in sparkling shadow eyes and moonlit skin.

By the time they reached the inn, he was watching her every movement like a predator on the hunt just to keep hold of his senses as she led the way towards her room.

He could think of nothing else but shadow and moonlight, and the sweet taste of dragon fire he would find on her skin the moment the door shut behind him.

From:

fondofapples

Regina savored every swipe of his hands, every growl when he couldn't pin her down, every groan she pulled from him with light scrapes of her nails and smutty silken whispers in his ears. She delighted in leading and being lead home, faster and faster, knowing each tree, each building, each surface they passed posed a threat to them actually getting there. And reveled in his obvious arousal, her own heat so thick she could smell it, the way his gaze tracked her every breath for the lift of her breasts and the sheer need of missing not a second with her.

This was what she'd imagined with Daniel but never had, tried to create with Graham but couldn't because most of his desire was false, might have had with Robin given time... This was the freedom to want and be wanted she'd sought and only come close to with Maleficent on some of the best days of her life. But Mal had been strung out and exhausted, in love with Regina for the fire and energy and affection she brought and not because she couldn't stop thinking about having her.

And Neil was something else again from any of them, with his passion and the pure, primal power sealed beneath his skin. When she growled or snarled or bit, he growled and snarled and bit back, and still swept her off her feet like she weighed less than a child. It was too soon, far too soon, to be thinking like this, comparing him to her other lovers but who should she compare him to, Thor? Who hadn't known she was flirting until she'd spelled it out in simple words?

By the time they passed through the doors to the Amagi Inn and the light caught off his predatory gaze, she felt that at least in this he had no comparison, and if he did, she had forgotten them entirely. Hardly surprising since all she could think was a rough countdown to her mouth kissed wide and her body trapped between him and the door to her room.

From:

hellorhighwater

When the door shut, she got just that: Neil, on her like a shot, hands cradling her head as he pressed her back against the door so he could tip her face up and feast on her mouth, taking the chance the moment her lips parted to taste, to take, to claim with a subsonic snarl that could be less heard and more felt, vibrating deep in his chest.

He had no comparison for this. None. He'd known need in his life, indulged the physical and compartmentalized all else, but this woman tangled everything for him. The most gifted of courtesans couldn't play his body the way she did, and not even the most cunning of royals could match her for wit, elegance, or beauty--and they sure as hell couldn't bring him to his knees the way she did with blood and violence, two things that stalked him in every corner of his life.

She didn't just give it to him: those sinful bites and scratches that branded his body when she came for him, she gifted him every single one. She knew, as few ever had, what he needed so he could be free to want and to feel.

And he wanted every mark she left on him, to belong to her as much as she would allow. He wanted those playful scratches of nails over clothing in public, made to tease but also serving to remind him that she understood what he was, and that she enjoyed it. She turned him into a starving animal, every goddamn time she touched him in even the gentlest of moments, and she didn't judge him for the depth of his need, she fucking reveled in it.

Breaking the kiss, Neil pressed his forehead against hers, fighting a losing battle with catching his breath or calming his racing heart.

"Tell me now if you're fond of anything you're wearing, 'cause if it's standing between me and your body, it dies." he growled, his hands already sliding down to rest on her hips, to start hitching her skirt up higher, fisting in the fabric as if preparing to rip it clean in half to get her naked faster.

From:

fondofapples

The game she'd been playing ended when her back hit the door, and as quick as his mouth found hers as quick did her hands bypass everything to palm the rigid line of heat behind the seam of his blue jeans. The unambiguous evidence of his need drew a dark velvety moan from deep in her throat, and she yielded to the filthy mating thrusts of his tongue with in quest to date her own bellyknitting need.

"Neil," she panted her way through a happy, husky laugh, so delighted at the same moment as she thought she might die from anticipation. "I don't ... " another laugh at the electric jolt of slick heat coating her labia with his threat. She gave up trying to speak, made a quick gesture with her free hand and she was nude from her head to her feet.

From:

hellorhighwater

...goddamnit, he fucking loved her magic.

Dragging her close for another kiss, between the collision of mouths and the sweep of hands that moved greedily over her bare body, he spoke a spell, slightly different from the one she'd heard him use before.

As he pressed her against the door, tracing her ribcage or squeezing her ass or palming her breast, a ripple of glittering coal simply ate away at his own clothing, patches of bare skin sealing against hers moment by moment until nothing else separated them.

Lifting her off her feet, he trusted her to wrap her legs around him for support as he carried her over to her bed and lay her down, settling over her with an impatient snarl. Pushing himself up over her with one arm, he reached between their bodies to guide himself into her--and fuck, she was so wet for him he could have shoved in with a snap of his hips. It was a hard temptation to resist, but he succeeded, pushing into her slowly with a kiss so she couldn't cry out, couldn't scream or moan away the slow torment of being filled, moment by moment--and neither could he. He could only feel, feel and burn and lose everything he was in the perfect heat of her wrapped around him.

From:

fondofapples

Nude and pinned between him and the door, already Regina's nerves sparked and her skin prickled with awareness of contrasts--the cool of the door and the searing heat beneath his skin, the flat unyielding metal of the door and the steely muscle that gave and pressed in all the right ways, the hot, wet tangle of their tongues and the raw scrape of her nails against his neck. When the dragon-fire coal began to burn away his clothes, the moving boundaries of skin and fabric, magical heat and physical heat, swept over her, a cascade of dizzying shivers that left her panting with need.

When he lifted her, her legs wrapped around him instinctively and she loosed an animal whine of relief for the closer contact. Her back hit the bed, and she canted her hips immediately to take him as deep as he wanted to be. And if he hadn't sealed her mouth with a kiss she would have screamed in sheer frustration at how slow it was when she felt as desperate as she'd ever been. As it was she clawed at his back, smacked at it with one fist and didn't breathe at all until he finally filled her.

As soon as he released her mouth, she hissed a delirious curse at him, "Bastard!" then hiccoughed a needy laugh into his shoulder. Since when was sex this much fun?

From:

hellorhighwater

When the kiss broke, Neil was laughing--low, quiet, and perfectly smug as she cursed at him, his nerves still singing with the kiss of her nails and the beat of her fist. Smug, self satisfied, sure of himself--none of these were things that Neil had ever been, but in the moment he was all three.

Satisfied by her desperation, smug that he'd been the one to do it to her, and absolutely certain that he was far too in love with the woman beneath him, and far too soon.

"Not a bastard." he corrected, kissing the corner of her mouth, her cheekbone, her jaw as he moved with a lazy roll of his hips, a slow and shallow thrust while he nipped at her throat and tried to decide if he'd leave another bruise or not. "Just a tease...tease, I take my time. If I were a bastard..."

Lifting his head, he pressed his forehead against hers with a grin.

"...I'd stop."

From:

fondofapples

"If you stop, I'll flip you and do the work myself," she replied, equally smug and self-assured. Because he desired her and he'd deny her nothing she showed a true need for, and she knew that.

And because she didn't care now if he fucked her quick and hard or slow and deep, as long as he didn't pull out, she lifted a hand to card slowly through his hair. She murmured roughly, "Don't stop, Neil. Take as long as you want to get there, but don't stop."

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil's eyes started to roll into his head as they slipped shut when her fingers slid through his hair. Leaning into the touch, he felt those rough words as much as he heard them, tugging at the space behind his heart and reigniting that hunger, that need, pulling him further into her, body and soul.

Opening his eyes, he looked into her face, a hand shifting to smooth her hair back off her forehead.

"I won't." he promised softly with another roll of his hips, shifting to tease his mouth over hers. He didn't stop, didn't tease this time, moving with slow, deep thrusts as he kissed her, feathered his lips along her jaw. "I won't stop...I got you..."

From:

fondofapples

They'd exhausted each other two nights ago for the first time, but this didn't feel like a second time. Not with the way they fit and found each other, not with the way he was saying 'I got you' even though they'd been playing and laughing a minute before, and not with the way he knew 'don't stop' didn't mean for him to shove his hand between them to bring her off with his thumb against her clitoris.

It meant she could let the need roll up over her, ache and throb and crave not the orgasm that would happen anyway, but the fullness and friction of him hard and huge inside her, and their bodies moving together. The subtle play of his chest hair against her breasts. The weight of him over her and the rough hair of his outer thighs against the sensitive skin at the inside of hers. All of the simple sensual, animal pleasures of being with a man.

This man in particular.

Since he'd slowed, she reveled in the myriad sensations, dragged her foot up the back of his calf, both to touch him and to feel it when his pubic bone ground against her mons. Deliberately sank her nails into the muscles of his back but didn't pull or scratch yet, just held on and promised stripes to go with those and the bites she'd left the other night.

Somehow they'd gone from frantic and fevered to a slow burn, deep and hard, and it was everything she didn't realize she'd wanted.

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil knew. He knew he wanted this, wanted it from the word 'go,' but Ember's Breath, he hadn't realized just how much until the wet heat of her body was wrapped tight around him, and the erotic madness of just moments before wound tight in his belly, slowly unrolling with every thrust of his hips and clench of her muscles around his cock.

There was a wild sort of joy in the way they came together that first night, falling into each other from a cliff neither one of them had seen coming. It was hot and a little wild and a lot satisfying when he woke up in the morning, tangled up in her and sore from the exertion and the marks she'd left on him--marks that equaled those he'd left on her.

Marks she still wore, and that carved themselves into his psyche as he found them again as readily as that promise of torn skin from her nails in his back again that wrapped around his lungs and stole his breath. He found himself mapping that network of bruises and bites with every roll of his hips--the ones on her thighs as he slid a hand over the leg she wrapped around him, the marks of his fingers on her hip.

Unable to resist that slow rising heat low in his body, he snapped his hips to thrust deep as he bent his head to rake his teeth over the mark he'd sucked onto her collarbone, bruised and dark against her pale skin, then soothed the sting with a slow, greedy stripe of his tongue before he shifted so he could nip at and whisper in her ear.

"Ember's Breath, I love the way you feel...want you to come for me, but I don't want this to end...can't get enough of you, Regina..."

From:

fondofapples

His hips snapped and drove breath from her lungs in a purely animal sound of acknowledgment--of his power, of his size, of her acceptance of his physical dominance, of her own need. Her fingernails bit and scored his back, drawing blood on their way down, giving him the reminders of her power, of her comfort with violence and blood, regardless of her preference for silk and magic.

Her claws seemed almost to retract then as she released him, but only to grab his ass and drag him up closer and deeper. Even before he said he couldn't get enough, she was thinking it, thinking that she needed him in her deeper, his kisses hotter and softer, their bodies closer.

She rode him through the next few thrusts, no distance between them and him buried as deep as the position would allow, sighing with her nose and mouth nuzzling against his neck. Eventually she freed one hand to tangle in his hair behind his head.

"Don't need to come, Neil. Need this, you." She found his mouth, took her time with a long kiss, punctuated only by soft gasps and hitches of breath, and then struggled between slow, rolling thrusts to talk to him, not just dirty talk, but real talk, seeking understanding: "I can get myself off. I can't... share... can't make you feel good by myself. I'll come, for me, with you, when I want to, when I'm done with you..."

And because she had a hold of his hair, she tugged hard to pull his head to the side and nipped hard beneath his jaw, signalling her intention to mark him there. "It won't be soon."

From:

hellorhighwater

The sting of her nails scoring his back, drawing blood and tearing skin, made his breath catch and then rush out of him in a sigh, satisfaction and heat bleeding into him as crimson bled from the scratches--her marks, her wounds, brands he felt soul-deep and craved like a drug. She was clawing, dragging, pulling him deeper and knotting her fingers in his hair again, making him shiver and arch into the touch reflexively, a cat begging for attention with a sharp twist of his neck into the pull of her hand.

He wasn't sure she understood how possessive she sounded, at least to him. How deep she wanted him, how long she planned to have him, how badly she wanted to share herself with him...and he fucking knew for damn sure she had no idea how hearing that made him ache, so deep it hurt. It brought to mind everything he'd ever heard about the mating bond dragons shared, how souls bled into one another, how skin sang at the mere hint of a mate's presence. It brought to mind dahgo and geynaz, the light and dark of love itself--a mating bond more sacred for the choice humans had in seizing it--and Neil had no fucking idea if what he felt was the removal of his heart or the open vein, he just knew that he wanted to give Regina this, forever if it was in his power.

He wanted to give her this, and take it for himself in turn.

So when she pulled at his hair, tugged his head sharply to one side, she met no resistance--he leaned into it, offered her his throat, breathless with want and that warning of her teeth on skin, of more bruises and bites and blood to show that she had no plans to be finished with him for a long time.

"I know." he rasped, eyes rolling shut again. "You've got me, Regina."

From:

fondofapples

On some level, Regina knew that the way she played with him, the way that she marked him, the way she demanded everything and still more from him, rang with ownership. She'd heard it from herself through her long possession of Graham's body and his heart. And if it had occurred to her consciously, she might well have been sickened by it.

Except. Except that Neil offered himself to her willingly. More willingly than Graham had done to save Snow and Red, because he did it for desire, for the sheer pleasure of being here with her and letting her take what she wanted from him and taking from her in turn. (Giving. Gifting.)

But she was only partially conscious of it, too lost to him and the moment to stop and consider anything beyond the submissive tilt of his head that said Go ahead, have me and she would. Only the bruises she left beneath his chin, on his neck, these were less brutal and more sensual, more a slow tasting of his skin and the oral pleasure of drawing it into her mouth, the inverse of his cock penetrating her and rocking deep and still deeper into her while she did it.

From:

hellorhighwater

Every brush of teeth or draw on his skin, hot and wet and throbbing as capillaries ruptured and each mark began to form made his head spin, brief flares of pain melting into liquid heat that made it harder to take his time, wound him tighter, drove him deeper and faster into her body.

She wasn't just marking him, she was fucking feasting on him--and it damn near made him feel like a god.

It definitely had him laughing a little, a thin, helpless, half drunk sound as he twisted his head to kiss her temple and growl in her ear.

"Not gonna be able to hold out much longer if you keep doin' that, Regina. It's too good, to goddamn good--you are too goddamn good..."

From:

fondofapples

His growling laughter loosened the raw need in her chest in favor of another burst of laughter of her own, her mouth pressed against the bruise-heated skin of his throat. It was high and light, almost a giggle, that elided immediately into a gasp and then moan from power flooding back toward him.

She rolled her hips up, bent her legs and hooked them over his arms. Not up to his shoulders where the depth of the penetration would be too much, but where he had complete control over how he took her and all she could do was receive him, feel his balls slapping against her, and beg for his mouth on hers.

Yes, she could have driven her over the edge with her mouth and the gripping muscles of her cunt, but she didn't want to. This felt too good, and she didn't want to let it go until she had to.

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil was briefly taken aback as she hooked her legs over his arms, but it was only a second before he was grinning down at her again, amazed and suddenly, impossibly more turned on than he had been a moment before. Only Regina...

"Something tells me you're gonna keep me on my toes a lot." He chuckled, leaning in to kiss her again as he snapped his hips again, driving himself deep into her body, then again, and again--sharp, deep, deliberate thrusts that nearly stole his breath every time she wrapped around him again when he rocked into her.

And he knew he wasn't going to last like that--so he slowed again, alternating between those deep thrusts and easy, careful rolls of his hips to hold off his own orgasm as long as he could, just to make it last, just because she didn't want it to end too soon...and he wanted to give her that, at any cost.

He kept going until he couldn't, until he was driving himself into her body just because he couldn't stop, because he was falling apart and falling into her, and the world had narrowed to her mouth and her cunt and the sound she made filling his ears and his head.

"Regina...can't hold on anymore...tell me what you want...want you to come with me, please..."

From:

fondofapples

"Back...knees...rarely toes," she managed between the first snap of his hips and then second, but her lashes were fluttering, head tipped back, hands gripping the sheets (and falling in his finger holes) already.

She liked sexual to be a mutual affair but sometimes, just sometimes, she wanted to be fucked, and it was... relief seemed like the wrong word, considering the ache deep in cunt, and the mewing gasps that came with every thrusts, but it was a relief to find him willing to deliver and not worry that she was too fragile to take it.

When he slowed again, she whimpered, then flat out whined, twisting the sheets in her grip and breasts heaving with each breath she stole from the charged, heated air around them, and she honestly didn't know whether she wanted more of the slow or more of the hard. She was lost in the physicality of it, the friction of his full length pressing through clenching muscles, the heavy drag and slap of his sac against her ass and sometimes hitting just so to add an extra thrill to the pleasure of it, the way he pressed down between her thighs to ravish her mouth when he slowed...

Her name pierced the heated fog and brought her back to the moment. She freed a hand from the sheets to stroke his sweat-damp hair and smiled, sex-glazed, at the question. "Let my legs down," she told him, and as soon as he did, she would wind one around his hips and hook her other foot around his calf. "...finish hard."

She'd come, she wouldn't be able to stop it.

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil shifted to let her legs down, and when she locked them back around him, letting her pull him deeper with each thrust, he gave her exactly what she asked for. Kissing her hard, deep and hungry and full of teeth as he nipped at her lower lip, he drove himself into her, hard and fast. Letting her legs pull him in harder, and gripping her hip to pull her closer still every time he drove into her body.

Every sound she made wound that coil of heat low in his body tighter, every clench of her walls around his cock pulled him deeper into beautiful madness, those telltale flutters of muscle contracting to betray how close she was to tumbling over the edge with him as his rhythm grew faster, erratic--until his breath caught, his body tensed, and with a few more thrust he came with a growl that might have been her name, muted by her shoulder as he bit it sharply as his release crashed over him.

From:

fondofapples

As soon as he came down over her, she buried one hand in his hair and the other curled painfully tight into the meat of his back. She couldn't relax it enough to scrape or scratch or even move. Like her toes, it held all the tension of not-coming-yet, kept her pulled together until one deep, hard thrust by another, he drove her past that wound-tight tension to a breaking point.

Her cries went quiet, her cunt pulsed once, twice, in warning, and then her head tipped back, ribcage arched into him, and her fingers in his hair pulled tighter still but did nothing to ground her. She flew, soared, silent until his teeth caught in her shoulder--and then she shattered and screamed.

From:

hellorhighwater

Her orgasm prolonged his own, drove it higher with the sound of her scream, the feel of her body tightening around him--the sting of her fingers pulling his hair, nails in his back sunk so deep he could feel the fire rising to answer the perceived threat, barely had sense enough to pull it back so the half moon gouges wouldn't heal.

He didn't want them to. He wanted to feel the sting every time he pulled on a shirt, remember the feel of this every time fabric shifted or stretched to pull over skin and make them burn with a ghost of the way he burned in the moment.

It was intense, it was glorious--it felt like falling, not off a cliff but straight into her. Nothing else existed but the burn and tension of her release as she clung to him, the taste of skin and the almost-promise of blood as teeth bruised flesh, the press of her body as she arched against him and they both held on, frozen by that perfect moment where they both fell apart, and he couldn't tell where he ended and she began.

When his orgasm finally began to fade, when he could pick up the edges of himself, untangle them from hers, in a moment where he still felt half-mad from pleasure, Neil wondered if Regina had the power to steal a man's heart without ripping it from his chest, because the way he felt in the moment was dangerously close to precisely that.

From:

fondofapples

The orgasm shredded her, ripped the tension from her muscles, ripped the propriety and polish and, for the moment, even the purpose from her. Any anxieties the day had left her with also fled when Neil put the hammer down and shattered her beneath it.

She floated above herself--at the same time she felt deliciously, deliriously grounded by his weight pinning and holding her down.

"Good," she murmured, hand smoothing through the sweat slick along his spine. There had been another word, but it didn't make it out because she couldn't catch her breath; she was too busy catching every last sensation and the desperately sweet unnamed emotions that went with them.

"Good god." Yes. Those words. There. She flung one arm out, free, away from him to encourage her chest to rise, and compensated by holding tighter with the other, arm winding low around his hips to keep him close.

"Neil." Sweet, merciful fuck. What was he doing to her?

From:

hellorhighwater

If he wasn't already wrecked by the aftermath of his own orgasm, the sound of his name on her lips like that would have driven him crazy all over again. As it was, he was laughing breathlessly with his face pressed against the curve of her neck, one hand braced on the bed to let himself leverage his weight so he wasn't crushing her, giving her more room to catch her breath.

"That's...my name." he panted, lifting his head and reaching up with his free hand to rake his hair out of his face so he could grin down at her, features open and fond and more than a little blissed out. "Don't...wear it out. Not that...you could...fuck, love the way you say it."

Bending his head, he stole a hungry, eager kiss, before breaking away to make sure they could both get back to catching their breath.

"You are fucking amazing." he murmured, resting his forehead against hers before he was laughing again. "And amazing at fucking."

From:

fondofapples

That sweet, fond smile broke something in her. What she had no idea and couldn't think to find out and as long as it wasn't essential to functioning in this moment, she couldn't possibly have cared less. She laughed along with him, only stopped briefly for the kiss, and to murmur a pleased and somewhat arrogant agreement to his pronouncement. "Yes. I am."

What she didn't say was that she ought to be, as she'd had plenty of practice. It was hardly relevant, since she couldn't remember a sexual encounter that had left her feeling this happy and good.

Instead, she planted a hand firmly against his pectoral muscle and pushed him over to his side. Because there was no point in him straining his muscles like that when she would probably find use for them again later.

And because she could get up close and personal with their legs tangled together and hand free to memorize the gorgeous muscle definition in his chest and shoulder, steal kisses, and eventually remind him that they'd convened at the pub to talk. "So, when you said fifty percent of the cuddling was clothing optional, you meant the other fifty was definitely naked, didn't you?"