Dragon 3 Chapter 11 (Patreon)

Feeling a pleasant buzz from Morgana’s kiss, I let her lead me over to the edge of the bed. She sat me down on the bed and put one leg on either side of me, climbing up and straddling me.

She was beautiful, sexy, and dangerous. Morgana’s blue skin caught the faint moonlight coming through the motel’s barely curtained window. So did her every curve, accented with leather pants and corset, even if that jacket hid some of her frame. Her silver hair was free of any bindings as it spilled over her shoulders.

She was breathtakingly beautiful. Fangs, red eyes, blue skin and all.

“Riding on a dragon was pretty fun.” She whispered into my ear. The blue-skinned bomb shell in my lap made me think of other ways she could ride me.

I didn’t realize it from my last experience, but whatever was in her saliva made every touch electrifying. She ground her hips against mine, and I felt myself come to attention quickly.

Her lips trailed down my neck. I could feel her lips stretch into a smile before two little pricks dragged down my collar.

I’d never been into vampires, but something about the moment of it was both dangerous and incredibly sexy.

I waited, anticipation coursing through me as she teased me. Planting little kisses along my neck and making my head buzz delightfully.

Her leather pants creaked as she rocked herself in my lap as she ran her mouth along my exposed flesh.

My hands wandered down her curves, finding her deliciously tight rear and giving it a squeeze.

“Harder. I’m not a delicate thing.” She teased, her voice smooth and throaty.

I smacked her rear and bounced her on my lap. I needed more and she damn well knew it by the smirk on her face.

Growling, I picked her up by her ass and pressed her against the wall, crushing her lips to mine.

Morgana moaned as she parted her luscious blue lips, her nails digging slightly into my scalp before trailing them down my neck to my back. I was fairly certain she’d left red lines all the way down my back.

“Whoa.” I took a breath after the kiss, feeling almost disoriented.

“Oh no, you don’t get to rev me up and then pull back.” Morgana smirked as her hands slid under my shirt and hoisted it up and over my head.

With my shirt off, her hands traced my chest carefully for the first time. She took a slow breath as those ruby red eyes studied every plane of my stomach.

“What?” I was busy studying the best way to get her corset top off her.

“I can’t believe you are the one, after all these years, that’s managed to get me to this point.” She dragged a nail along the soft skin of my neck, making me look up into her eyes.

“Believe it.” I growled.

“Sit back down.” She pushed off the wall and knocked me back onto the bed before rolling off and swiftly unbuttoning my pants, pulling them and my boxers off in one motion.

“You have me at an unfair advantage.” I grumbled, taking in her delicious but fully clothed body.

She smirked, pulling her jacket off one shoulder slowly, then the other. Pulling it open, she struck a pose that made her legs seem impossibly long in her leather pants. “I thought you might enjoy this part.”

Morgana whipped off her coat with a flourish, leaving her in her leather pants and corset.

Her fingers plucked down the laces that kept her bountiful chest constrained all day long, slowly but surely loosening them, until the corset was loose enough that she wiggled out of it.

“You do not need that thing for those.” Her chest was almost defying gravity, the way they sat perkily on her chest.

Morgana smirked with a twinkle in her eyes. “I like it because it keeps them out of the way, not because I need the lift.”

She stuck her thumbs into the waistline of her leather pants and started sliding them down her hips, her hip bones just starting to become visible.

But then she turned around, putting her back to me. As she looked over her shoulder, she slowly inched them lower, peeling them away from her rear.

I started to move towards her but she tisked, starting to pull them back up.

I growled, but I stayed put.

Smiling, she returned and slid them slowly back down, continuing this time as she slid them down her legs and onto the floor.

There was something immensely satisfying watching her butt pop out of them.

By the time she turned back around and stalked towards me on the bed, I was more than ready.

Grabbing her shoulders, I pulled her down on top of me.

I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss and enjoying her lips. I let my hands wander over her soft skin as I found her breasts, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples until her skin pebbled at the edges.

“My third mate.” I growled.

The beast butt his head against my chest in agreement.

“We’ll see if you can handle this.” She pushed my hands away and dipped low, covering my cock in wet kisses. The tingling that she left behind should be jarred and sold instead of whatever sexual jellies they currently sold in the stores.

Morgana worked her way slowly up my chest, her hands climbing up me as she positioned herself over me.

The only warning I had was a sultry smile before she lifted her hips and impaled herself on me with a hiss.

“There’s no rush,” I said, laying back on the bed to let her adjust to the speed she could handle. Being inside of her felt amazing.

“Monster cock.” She gasped. “Thank mana I heal quickly. How do the other two manage this?”

I shrugged, pleased to be able to fill her completely.

Morgana eased herself up and down on me, bracing against my chest as she made small wet slaps. She bottomed out on me with each stroke, her grunts turning more pleasurable as she sped up.

But as she sped up, I realized she wasn’t stopping. She started stroking me far faster than I was used to as she rocked and bounced on my cock.

I tensed up and looked at her in shock. I hadn’t considered a vampire’s speed when it came to sex.

Morgana was jack hammering herself onto me, and it felt amazing.

“God. Please don’t stop.” Her tight pussy rode me to the peak in a hurry.

“So big, so delicious.” She threw her head back, continuing to slam herself down on top of me. Her nails dug into my thighs as she rode me for a second time. “Yes!”

I held onto her hips for dear life, as I released inside her. “I’m coming.”

I barely managed to get the words out before I pumped my seed inside of her tight blue pussy.

Morgana smirked. “I’m not even done yet.” She wiped a finger down at our union, pulling a glob of my white spunk and tasting it. “You know, they say this stuff will keep a girl looking young.”

“Take all of it that you want.” I joked.

But she took it seriously and lifted off of me just to spin around and put that tight blue bubble butt in my face as she rode me reverse cowgirl. “Don’t mind if I do.” She started up again.

Luckily, my dragon stamina didn’t fail me. It wasn’t long before I was ready for her again.

She twerked on my cock, jiggling her globes as she once again used her vampiric speed to ride me. “Yes, give me another one.” Her hand was between her hips, and I could feel her touching herself while she rode me.

Grabbing her long silver ponytail, I pulled her head back, but she didn’t slow down one bit, even as her head tilted back at a dangerous angle.

I realized I’d snapped her neck once, only for her to get back up. I wondered what it would take to surprise her.

Getting an idea. I licked my fingers and timed it right, stabbing my pointer finger into her ass.

“Oooh.” Morgana let out a tight moan. “Careful, you are playing a dangerous game.”

“Maybe I like danger.” I wiggled my finger in deeper, prodding her fleshy insides even as she bounced on me rapidly.

I must have hit the spot because she came hard, soaking my balls and letting out a cry that was sure to wake the neighbors.

Morgana wailed into the night.

I chuckled, enjoying the moment as a warning bell went off in the back of my mind. I tried to push it away and enjoy the beautiful woman above me, but the idea stayed, wanting my attention.

Taking a moment to pause, I worked to figure out what my instincts were trying to tell me when it hit me quickly.

We were supposed to be in hiding. And we were anything but quiet.

I cursed.

“Morgana, we have to go.” I tried to sit up with her on top of me.

“Huh?” Morgana looked up at me, her face a bit dazed from her orgasm.

She took in my concerned face, and a moment of vulnerability flashed on her face as she tried to figure out what she’d done wrong.

I was about to squash her concern and explain when her face cleared and she realized what had me concerned.

“Shit.” She hopped off of me and wiggled back into her pants and corset, donning the amulet again to hide her blue skin. “We’ll hit the highway. Hopefully, their forces are spread out searching for us, and we can race out of here.”

I was only seconds behind her, getting my pants on and double checking to make sure I still had my spatial artifact.

“You’re too goddamn loud.” I grumbled, getting my clothes on.

“Well, if you weren’t so big, maybe I wouldn’t be so loud.”

I could only smile. Despite the situation, I couldn’t really regret making her scream. “Let’s get going, and if we live through this, maybe I’ll make you scream again.”

Morgana was already headed out the door. As we stepped out, she dropped the car out of her spatial storage.

As we hopped in, the motel owner came out the door, clutching her coat and shaking her head.

“Get the fuck out of here.” She yelled. She looked around, clearly concerned we’d bring more trouble to her business.

As she looked at the car, she paused, confusion spreading across her face. I was glad she’d come out after Morgana had produced it.

I hopped in the driver's seat before Morgana could. “You’re the better shot.” I explained, hitting it into gear and peeling out of the snowy motel parking lot.

We needed to get moving.

It was about five minutes before two big heavy military trucks showed up in my rearview.

We were already maxed out on how quickly I could get the car to go. It wasn’t built for winter roads.

“Think you can do something about those?” I asked.

Morgana rubbed her hands together and blew a puff of warm breath into them. “It’s been a while since I’ve felt this good. Maybe it’s time to have a little old school fun.”

I cocked an eyebrow, wondering what she meant by that, but she was already cracking her window and throwing half her body out as she pulled out an ax as long as my forearm from her cleavage.

With two hands, she hurled the ax with all of her supernatural speed. The weapon spun like a buzz saw and went straight through the first truck's driver side window.

When the shattering glass cleared, I saw the driver impaled to his seat.

The passenger was stretched over the middle console, trying to keep the truck steady as it swerved off the road and rolled into the ditch.

“Guess those windshields aren’t vampire-thrown ax rated.” I joked as she pulled herself back into her seat with a smug smile.

“Guns are good for a lot of things, but if I’m honest, not a lot is ready for an actual blade.”

“Not when you throw like that.” I wondered if I needed to start keeping a few in my own spatial artifact. I was curious to see just how hard I could throw a blade like that.

I checked the rearview. The second truck was pulling off to help the first, rather than pursue us. But I couldn’t help but notice them yelling into their radios as they did so.

More trouble was going to come our way.

I went through a few switchbacks with no issue, waiting for when we’d turn and find company.

It was the last stretch where the Austrian border came up that it finally happened.

Military vehicles blockaded the road, and I could see several cherubs and angels among them.

“So, that’s a problem.” I said dryly. If we could see them, they certainly could see our black and neon green racing car. I slowed the car, waiting to hear how she wanted to handle it.

Morgana was already pulling her signature two blades out and strapping them to her thighs. “Get out of the car.”

I did so in a hurry, and it disappeared once again.

I was glad her spatial abilities were back at full strength, and I found myself wishing Scarlett had had some larger arsenal items for the force we were about to go up against.

The beast rose up in my gut, seeing those arrayed out before me. They had become a challenge for it to stomp.

“Push right on through?” I suggested.

“As messily as possible.” Morgana confirmed, twirled her blades menacingly.

Ducking my head down, I charged forward, wrapping myself in golden scales and packing on mass. I waited until we got closer to finish my shift, taking my spatial artifact and clutching it tightly in one hand, lest I lose it.

Suddenly, I was a several ton dragon charging the blockade.

If there was ever a question on what would win between a car and a dragon, I made it pretty clear that a dragon wins.

I impaled the first car with my horns and used it as a shield as I rammed my way through the blockade. I only lifted my head to wash the surroundings in dragon fire.

The night lit up with my flames. Men and cherubs screamed as they were set on fire.

The two angels lifted off the ground, saving themselves from the fire, but not from the angry drow vampire that launched herself off my back.

She took the first one by surprise, riding the angel to the ground with two swords in his chest. Then she rolled under me as a painful lance of celestial magic hit my back.

I scooped her up and continued charging through, using the car still stuck on my horns like a football helmet.

Despite my best attempts, the wings tucked into my side had still accrued enough damage that I wasn’t sure if flying was in my best interest, especially if there was an angel pursuing me.

“Morgana, we need a better exit plan.” I said, before tossing her on my back.

“Working on it.” She rode my back like a surfboard for a moment before leaping back into action against the remaining angel.

It was messy, but we were breaking through the blockade.

I kept pushing through, unable to see what was coming next, but focusing on using pure brute force to make a mess of the blockade.

Suddenly, my neck jarred as I hit a barrier. I twisted and slammed my shoulders into the glowing barrier that took up the rest of the road.

Four men wearing familiar looking tabards and silver swords stood before me. They were all chanting with crystal rosaries in their hands.

Shaking the stars out of my vision and tossing the car off my horns, I squared up against the templars that had finally shown themselves.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dragon.” The first templar had a thick French accent that frankly made him sound like a pompous ass. It was also possible he was one. The smug smile and waxed mustache weren’t helping. “The order of the templars insists you remain in Austria. A gold dragon should be an implement of justice, used and ridden by those who serve justice.” He lifted his sword as it gave off a faint white glow.

Ridden? Excuse me, no man rides this dragon. Hot drow vampires? Yeah, they can ride me all day.

I took in his sword, deciding to fight fire with fire. I shifted back into my eight foot tall dragon knight form and pulled out my own silver sword from the spatial artifact.

Instead of the soft white glow theirs gave off, mine roared to life with a white flame. “It seems that you are mistaken about who is in the right here.”

A smug grin plastered itself across my face at their reactions.

“Impossible.” Another spat, lifting his rosary and forming a barrier behind me.

“Calm down. It must be a trick. No monster stands in the right.” Another calmed them all down.

They leveled their swords at me with a renewed purpose.

They were all zealots lost in their cause, and that single-minded focus only made them more dangerous.

Attacking, they came at me with strength and speed that no human should have.

I sent out a burst of fire, pushing all but one back as our swords clashed. I was able to overpower him, pushing him back.

Crushing his own sword to his chest, I cut him deeply. I was satisfied until I saw magic seep out of the tabard. His wound healed before my eyes.

Morgana came up behind me. “Careful. Templars are trained from a young age and given enchanted items to hunt monsters. Unlike angels, their actions are far less restricted, not to mention they fight like maniacs.”

“Morgana. Interesting to see you here.” The Frenchman recognized her. “I thought we had a truce.”

“Sorry, I left something behind on the celestial plane. I had to go retrieve it.” She mocked him.

“Interesting friends you have now. Since you broke the truce with The Church first, I must apologize, but we’ll stop you here.” The Frenchman pointed his sword at her.

One templar stepped back, and they raised their rosary. I instantly sensed the magic barriers that became erected around us, containing us with them. These were weaker, but they had needed to stop a charging dragon then. Now they just needed to contain me.

The Frenchman charged at Morgana. Their blades sparked while the two remaining templars focused on me.

I was pleased they considered me more of a threat than Morgana, although I wasn’t positive a gold dragon was more terrifying than the vampire that once invaded heaven.

The two templars came at me from both sides, and I was forced to use my fire breath to push back one while I used my sword on the other.

But they fought recklessly, trained to kill and maim, not survive.

The one that I had burned ran straight through the flames, even as his face burned with red bubbling welts.

I cringed. It was a level of blind commitment I hoped I never felt.

Pulling my sword away from counteracting the other templar, I kicked backward, catching the burning templar in the knee.

His knee buckled and bent the wrong way, even as his sword cut along my back. He smiled like it was a win, even as his knee crackled with healing energies.

I rolled into the templar I was fighting to lessen the blow, but I still ended up with a solid gash on my back.

Morgana had described them as maniacs, and she was spot on.

The templar I had rolled into let go of his sword with one hand and socked me in the face.

I once again went back to my tried-and-true way of combating multiple enemies, letting fire spread out from my mouth, cooking his arm up to the shoulder in response.

Even after his broken knee, the other templar still managed to limp towards me, skin starting to peel away from his face where he’d had the unfortunate encounter with my flames.

I rolled off the other templar and shifted into my dragon form, using my bulk to catch both of them off guard and knock them back.

That second was all I needed to lock my jaws around the templar on the ground and tear him in two.

Cooked-Face still cut me along my side, his magical sword doing far more damage than I expected, but I could now focus on him.

I whipped my tail around, growling as it got caught in the barrier and lost its momentum.

Another heavy blow hit my side.

I moved again, once again hitting the barrier. I swore it hadn’t been there a second ago.

Looking over, I realized the remaining templar was erecting additional barriers against my dragon, making my already unwieldy body difficult to maneuver.

Bullets pinged off my scales as the blockage we had cleared regrouped to fight.

Frustration bubbled up inside of my gut, and I slammed my horns forward, shattering the next barrier and unleashing a gout of flame. I caught the templar making barriers, making him stop to put out the fire.

I swung around, finally able to move, using my tail to crush the spine of Cooked-face.

“Morgana, finish up.” I growled. She was locked in a high-speed battle with the Frenchman. I could tell that he was on another level from the three I was fighting.

My mouth opened wide, and I finished the barrier maker before I ground Cooked-face into the ground with my back foot.

We needed to get moving, and with his skill, we didn’t have the time to take down the Frenchmen before the rest of the cavalry could back him.

Barreling forward into the Frenchmen, Morgana got the message, and the two of them separated for a moment as I passed. Morgana caught my extended right wing and swung herself onto my back before I launched myself off the side of the road and beat my wings with everything I could manage.

Thankfully, they caught enough wind that I didn’t go crashing down into the snow. I picked up into the snowy night sky. I could fly, and thankfully no angels were rising off the road to greet me, because my battered wings didn’t look up to evasive maneuvers.

“They won’t stop there.” Morgana reminded me.

“That’s fine. One step at a time. For now, we head back to Sentarshaden. If what we heard was true, then Yev is going to have the church hunting her as well, and it’s my fault.”

“We’ll fix it.” Morgana reassured me. “I don’t know how, but you’ll pull something off.”

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