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The high priest lounged on the chaise beside the dragon goddess’s throne, currently empty. Wine swirled in a glass he held with thumb and forefinger near the rim, a careless sort of gesture as he watched the faithful surrounded the goddess herself in all her glory. She was an elegant creature, her iridescent scales showing just the faintest green tinge to them, her eyes the same color as her human form; everything about her was lovely from snout to her tail currently swishing almost as absently as the glass he held, and Claude’s eyes glowed as he viewed the goddess, reverent as he beheld his beloved.
The faithful prayed for the dragon’s fire, and soon she reared back, mouth open and pointed at the basin filled with kindling and wood. Fire poured from her mouth, the chamber warming as the basin’s contents caught, and as she sank back to the floor, tail flicking about in a manner to indicate she was pleased. The prayers increased in pitch as the devoted carried torches to the fire to take their own share of the sacred flame.
She began to shimmer, and at last the high priest stood up, carrying a heavy robe with him as the goddess shrank, body twisting into a human shape. “Avert your eyes,” he muttered, already wrapping her up as she diminished. A woman stood where a dragon once sat, and the high priest whispered something in her ear to which she nodded, her own eyes starting to shine as she reached to take the wine. “Pardon, the goddess must rest now. Take your fires to warm your homes and give thanks to the goddess for her warmth.”
One of the faithful cleared her throat. “Might we ask the goddess for one last blessing?”
An almost imperceptible gesture passed between them, and she handed the glass back. “Oh, my faithful, my beloved followers.” Claude sipped. “The goddess’ light shines down on you all. May you find peace and solace on this mountain, in the bosom of the dragon.”
With that, the faithful shuffled out into the snow drifting lazily around their little community. The door shut with a clang, echoing off the walls of the entrance hall. Byleth sighed and took the wine again and took a deep drink. “Goddess.”
“‘The bosom of the goddess?’” Claude grasped her by the hips, pulling her close and put his mouth on her neck. “I must warn you, I don’t like sharing.” She gasped as his kisses quickly turned into nipping little bites into the delicate flesh he found there and his hands opened her robe to squeeze her breasts. “Mine.”
“You would dare try to lay claim to a dragon? My priest grows cockier by the day.” He gave her a moment to finish the wine before he bit down hard on her shoulder, his insistent hands still exploring the expanse of her torso. Somewhere far away, the sound of shattering glass.
“Your priest’s cock grows harder by the moment.” His mouth found hers, her robe completely open as they pressed together, desperately hungry for each other. He moaned when her fingers tangled themselves in his long hair and yanked his head back, exposing his throat for her to kiss the apple in his throat. “You were so beautiful today, I could hardly keep myself still.” Her other hand took his and guided it to the warmth between her thighs, and he teased the wetness there with his fingers, enjoying how she panted even at that slight touch. “And you act like you’re not mine, and mine alone. Unless this was from being worshipped by all those others?”
“If I say yes, will you show me that lovely jealousy again?” He chuckled, and she nipped the tender flesh of his throat even as her other hand traced lines down his body to his achingly stiff cock straining the laces of his pants. “Go bolt the door. I don’t want to be interrupted.” Claude didn’t need to be told twice and moved quickly to obey. “And you had better be naked by the the time you come back.”
Oh, what a sight greeted him as he walked across the basalt floor of the temple, discarding his clothes as he approached. Byleth, his love, sprawled out on the throne on the dais with her robe open to display her body for him and him alone. At her feet, a pillow, and he sank onto his knees there, eyes fixed on her cunt splayed inches from his face, the scent of her sex making him giddy. “My goddess, let me worship you in a manner befitting your radiance and your divinity.”
In a lazy way, her foot found its way under his chin and lifted his face to gaze into hers. “And what does a poor petitioner hope to gain for such an offering?”
He swallowed; how her eyes looked so full of affection, her entire face soft despite their little game. “A man would be willing to do a great deal of less satisfying tasks to secure your love.”
Byleth smiled, her foot dropping and she leaned back even more expansively than before. “You may proceed.”
The first sigh made him tremble as he kissed the softness of her inner thigh, taking his time to savor the moment, her warmth and taste, the way his tongue slipped around her slick-soaked pussy. He kissed, she shuddered, he sucked and she moaned, her fingers once again tangled in his hair to guide him to what she wanted, and he obeyed, watching her face contort with pleasure, her control slipping a bit more with every passing moment.
Soon, her eyes rolled skyward and her thighs began to tremble, nearly slipping off the throne. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to keep her steady as his efforts increased in fervor; his dick throbbed with each wail torn from her throat. At long last, he felt something snap and Byleth cried out his name, back arching her off the seat. He followed her up, still sucking on the hard nub of her swollen clit. “Don’t stop.”
In response, he eased a finger into her quivering pussy, followed rapidly by a second, fondling until she whined again and she gripped his fingers like a vice. “Enough,” she murmured at last, and he relented, helping her settle back onto her throne. “Such a good boy,” she cooed, her fingers caressing his soaked face and swollen lips, dipping into his mouth to be sucked. Above him, she stretched with languid ease. “You know I couldn’t do the kindling ritual half as well if you didn’t stoke such a fire in me, my beloved.”
Claude kissed the palm of her hand, adoring. “Mine.”
She nodded with a laugh. “Go lay on your sofa. I think a good little priest deserves a reward.”
Again, he moved quickly to obey, and Byleth settled beside his hip on the chaise, viewing him with ravenous eyes. “How I could desire one man so, it is a wonder.” Her human nails were nothing like her claws, but he still shuddered as she drew them over his chest, just hard enough to leave reddening welts in their wake that would fade soon enough; too quickly, in his opinion. “What would you like your reward to be?”
He shuddered as her hands teased his cock, spreading precome over his shaft with a practiced hand. “You know what I want.”
Her eyes flashed, and he could have sworn the dragon was about to come out once again. “Say it.”
“Ride me until you’re satisfied.” Just saying it caused his dick to leak onto her hand, and he bit her lip at the look at her face as her mouth curled into a smile as she moved to straddle his hips.
There was no more teasing, only the sensation of his cock being plunged deep into her pussy. He moaned, fighting to keep his eyes open to watch her gorgeous reactions as his cock twitched inside her, as his fingers pinched her nipples, especially when she drug her nails across his chest again, leaving more thin welts. Then, she leaned forward and trapped his throat with her hand, applying just enough pressure to make him whine. “Don’t come until I tell you to.” Upright again at his nod, Byleth worked him hard and fast, hips rocking against his and her sweat dripping onto his chest from her soaked hair. “Touch me.”
A hiss when he obeyed, her clit still swollen and tender, and she screamed as he pressed his palm against her mound and his thumb teasing the bead. “Say my name. Tell me who gives you such pleasure.”
A huff. “You. Claude, my beloved, oh oh oh yes!” Again he felt her tighten, this time around his cock, and he shuddered and moved to grip her hips, holding her still against his hips as she quivered through yet another orgasm. They gazed at one another, and she smiled, hazy with content. “Come for me, you gorgeous man.” One, two, three, and she held herself tight against his hips as he threw his head back with a groan at that last thrust, his hands tight on her thighs to keep here there; later in bed, they would kiss the bruises and welts tenderly.
“Don’t go,” he whispered at last when he felt his heart slow and his dick stopped emptying to her, his goddess. “I don’t ever want to be parted from you.”
Byleth bent to kiss him, giggling as she did so, still giddy from her own pleasure. He groaned as she shifted and they separated, their lovemaking a mess on the chaise and between their legs. “You won’t be if you don’t want to, darling.”
“Never.” He grasped her hand and kissed it, every finger and joint, the palm and the back, her wrist where he could feel her pulse. She sighed, and Claude became aware of a pounding on the door; parishioners looking for fire to take home, or perhaps bringing something to offer the dragonflame to keep it alight, no doubt. “I suppose we ought to dress and greet the faithful.”
She nudged him. “I’ll greet them, you go to our chambers. You’re a mess,” she teased, fingers teasing his hair before pulling him closer. “No one gets to see you in such a state but me,” she breathed in his ear. “Mine.” He wouldn’t forget that, and Claude hummed contentedly as he padded toward the back of the temple on trembling legs.