In My Mother's Footsteps

In My Mother\'s Footsteps part 2
by Entervixen

I used more magic than I needed to opening the door, so they flew back, banging against the walls, but I didn\'t care. right now, I couldnt give a fuck. I had gotten so far with him, and he ran from me! Me, the queen\'s daughter, and, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful dragons here in the states. How dare he! I threw myself down on my bed and fought the urge to break things. That was when Adriel, my guard, came in.
\"Judith? Are you okay?\"
I looked up at him, really looked at him, and rolled over onto my back. He was pretty, rather than handsome, but it fit him. Long chestnut hair cascaded around him like a brown waterfall, his honey colored eyes worried. I smiled up at him and held out my arms. \"Come here, Adriel.\"
Adriel fell into my embrace, snuggling against me. I spread my legs slightly, letting him rest between my thighs, and held him tighter. If I couldn\'t have Michael, then I\'d take something else. Or, rather, someone else. Someone who was more handy, and more willing.
I wrapped one leg around Adriel\'s waist as I raised up for a kiss. He looked suprised, but complied, leaning down to meet me halfway. I didn\'t blame him for being surpised. We had never had sex before, though neither of us were virgins.
His lips were soft, his tongue gentle. I growled and crushed him to me, hard enough to bruise. He crushed his lips to me after a second. The kiss was savage, needy. Just was I wanted.
Adriel pulled back, kissing along my jaw down to my neck, were he bit me, hard. I cried out, arching up against him. He pulled back, kissing the wounded flesh before biting again, lower, as his hands wandered to my skirt. He pulled it up to slip his hand underneath. There was no teasing, no need for it. His thumb massaged my clit as he pushed two fingers into my canal and began to thrust his hand. I fumbled at his belt, managing to undo his belt with one hand. The zipper, however, was another story. Finally, though, with both of us fumbling, we got it undone.
I wrapped my harounround him, squeezing, and slowly began to pump him. He growled and bit me again, causing me to shudder.
\"In me. Now.\"
He pulled back, removing his hand, which made me groan with frustration. but the groan was cut off as he hiked my skirt up and thrust into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and met his thrust, my back arching off the bed, my face contorting into lines of pleasure.
Adriel pounded into me as if he were trying to drive me through the mattress and onto the floor. I met him thrust for thrust, snapping my hips up to meet his.
Our sweat soaked bodies moved in tandem, the only sounds an occasional moan and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. I wasn\'t a moaner, and, I was happy to find out, neither was he.
My legs climbed higher on his back, trying angle my hips so he hit the sweet spot deep inside me. I hugged him tighter with my legs, and he found it, stroking that spot over and over. My nails dug into his shoulders, drawingod, od, but I didn\'t care. I wanted to feel like this forever, to feel only pleasure, and forget everything else. I wanted to climb so high on this peak of joy that I would find Mount Olympus and go higher still, higher than Icararus ever managed on his wings of wax, higher than pegasus could dream.
The wave of pleasure broke, and I spasmed around Adriel, calling out his name softly and wimpering as I came. Adriel thrust one last time and came as well, colapsing on top of me. We lay there for a long time, not wanting to move, basking in the glow of our lovemaking.
We groaned as the ghost knock sounded at the front door. I didn\'t want to move, and neither did he, but we had to. He rolled off of me, still panting. I smiled and laughed, sitting up to reach for my robe.
My robe was crimson silk, falling in folds around my body. It enhanced more than it hid, but that was why I liked it. Like a preview of what you could have, if I let you have it.
I walked to the door, smiling to myself. I felt wonderful, full of energy. I wanted to roll this feeling around me and never get back up from it. Laughing under my breath, I stood before the doors and bade them to open.
Michael stood on the other side, looking drawn and weary, old. My laugh died on my lips, my smile faded from sight.
\"What happened, Michael?\"
He looked over his shoulder and came hin. I backed up a few steps to allow him room. He shut the doors and sighed before facing me.
\"Someone tried to kill Thomas.\"
I gasped and fell back onto the couch. \"Oh my god.\" I felt the blood drain from my face. \"What happened?\"
Michael sat down in a chair. \"I don\'t know. All we know is that he\'s in a coma, and his guard, Macon, is gone.\"
I ran my hands through my hair, not wanting to believe what I just heard. Thomas, almost killed? To quote Mother, Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
\"How\'s Gideon?\"
\"Well, he\'s in shock. He doesn\'t remember anything, but he\'s not hurt.\"
\"So he was there?\"
Mil nol nodded. \"Yeah.\"
\"Fuck.\" I stood, hands clutching my robe. \"Let me get dressed.\"
Michael nodded again. \"Your mother wants to see you.\"
I nodded, fighting tears. Children were precious things, things to be treasured, not killed off like some...animal. It was one thing to try and kill the monarch. It was another to try and kill the monarch\'s child, no matter how removed from the throne he was. The monarch was fair game, not the child.
\"I\'ll be right back.\" And with that I went to get dressed, and collect my guard.