Dragon Breeder 3 by Dante King (motivational books for students txt) 📗

“Cool,” I said.

To her credit, Ashrin asked me no more questions. She simply reached to her sword belt and unfastened the little leather pouch in which she was keeping the dragondust. She handed it to me.

Using the small stabbing knife I had sheathed at the small of my back, I scooped a little of the dragondust onto the tip of the blade, raised it to my nose, and sucked it up. Then, I repeated the process with the other nostril.

I passed the little leather bag back to Ashrin, who tipped me a wink and bade me good luck. As a pleasant glow washed over my body, I tried to convince myself that the top of my head was not about to float off toward the clouds.

I turned to the tent into which Tamsin had just disappeared. Smiling somewhat lopsidedly at Ashrin, I headed for it.

The canvas construction was only fifty yards away, all of fifty paces, but in the time that it took me to traverse the distance, my cock had already become something of solid steel and vintage oak. Raw sexual vigor coursed through me like hot oil through an engine; sending every muscle in my body to vibrating. My head was simultaneously crystal clear and enveloped in that confident devil-may-care fog that accompanies about nine beers.

I pushed aside the heavy canvas flap and found Tamsin waiting for me inside the tent. The hobgoblin was leaning calmly against the center pole, one booted foot propped up against the wooden beam. Cool she might have appeared, but an intense fire burned in the depths of her yellow eyes. That fire almost lit the musty interior of the tent.

“About that prize…” Tamsin said, slowly unfastening the clasps on her scratched breastplate, while she watched me move slowly toward her.

“Sorry about the accommodation.” I motioned around the tent, without taking my eyes off her. “It’s hardly five-star.”

“I’m from Grimteeth Mounds, Mike,” the red-skinned beauty retorted. “I would have fucked you out there in front of all those soldiers, but it would have distracted them from all the important work they were doing.”

The tent must have been designated as a small supply depot or storage area. There were hay bales for the horses or oxen that I guessed would be used to cart men and supplies down the wide tunnels. Crates of weapons and tinned stores were stacked beside neat rolls of spare bedding and barrels filled with crossbow quarrels.

Every nerve ending in my body vibrated with a need that could only be slaked by the dirtiest, most intense variety of carnality.

I couldn’t think of a better setting for the type of sex that was about to go down than Tamsin.

She must have seen that animal side of my being raise its muzzle and sniff at the air because, in the next moment, Tamsin had pulled off her armor and snarled at me.

“Well, come on then, Mike Noctis! Let’s do our duty, you and I!”

Before she could get another word past her lips, I was upon her, bending into her space, crushing my mouth against hers, my stubbly chin rubbing against her jaw.

Tamsin was making a high groaning, snarling sound in the back of her throat; the sort of noise that a cornered wolverine might make.

The hobgoblin tasted like rum and spices and tropical fruit; passionate smells and flavors. She pressed her lithe frame roughly against me, pushing me back against a stack of hay bales with her dragonmancer strength. In response, I heaved and lifted her off the ground and slammed her bodily into the central pole of the tent.

Tamsin gasped with involuntary pleasure at this coarse treatment. She hooked her legs around my waist and pulled her shirt up over her head, freeing her pert tits and revealing their dark crimson nipples. The smoldering embers of sexual yearning in her heart and head and crotch suddenly burst into flame.

“I want this man! I want you, Mike! More, almost, than I have ever wanted anything or anyone before!”

She opened her mouth and allowed me to push my tongue between her sharp teeth. I tasted blood. I tasted desire.

I pulled off my own armor and shirt, breaking our kiss and entanglement so that I could toss my brigandine, greaves, and other protective bits into a corner. Then I came to her again, picking her up as easily as I might a sack of potatoes, my hands clamped under her fantastically round but firm buttocks.

I sat her on the top of a low stack of crates, as we continued to kiss and tongue each other hungrily, and pulled her long, red legs apart. My hand went straight up to her crotch and started to knead roughly at the front of her silky underwear.

I was callous and unrefined in my groping, as if I were in a mad rush to have her naked flesh under me, which I was. If the noises that Tamsin was making were anything to go by, then she liked it very much indeed.

The hobgoblin pushed herself up on her hands so that I could pull her panties down. Then my hands were on her hot, wet crotch once again. My fingers probed and squelched at her slit, occasionally, in my reckless lust, running a digit across her asshole.

Tamsin grunted and gasped as I rubbed at her. While I played with her pussy and we continued to kiss ever more passionately, the female dragonmancer started fondling her own nipples, pinching, squeezing, and rubbing them until they stood like a couple of rubies from her chest. Seeing this, I pushed her head back and started to maul her chest; biting and licking and sucking at her tits and nipples until they were a darker red from my teeth and the rubbing of stubble against skin.

“By all the devils that be, yes!” Tamsin exclaimed. To