Chapter 15: Beck - The Dragon's Muse

Chapter 15

Beck

After dinner, Eleanor helps me clean up and I relish in the domesticity of it all. She belongs here, with me, in this home. I don’t know how I’ll ever convince her of that, or when I’d even have the courage to suggest it, but I know I want a life just like this, with Eleanor. I feel like I can really make her happy, hopefully as happy as she makes me.

Putting the last plate away, Eleanor leans back against the counter, the moonlight shining down on the dark ocean behind her framing her like the prettiest of pictures. “We didn’t finish the game, but we both know I was going to win,” she teases.

A slow smile creeps across my mouth. “I had a strategy. I was enjoying watching you back yourself into a corner.”

Eleanor narrows her eyes at me playfully. “Sure you were. We’ll just need to have a rematch another time. But all this to say that as the projected winner, I get to choose where to sleep tonight, and I’ve decided I’ll take the couch.”

“No, you won’t,” I state, refusing to accept that as an option. “You take the bed. I’ll stay down here.”

Eleanor crosses her arms over her perfect, full breasts, and my mind strays directly to all kinds of filthy thoughts about what they’ll look like if I happen to take off that silky camisole of hers, wondering what they’ll feel like in my hands, imagining myself playing with them, sucking on them, and—

“That’s definitely not happening,” Eleanor says, effectively cutting off that train of thought. “You’re too tall and won’t fit. I’ll take the couch.”

I shake my head, not seeing the need to even have this conversation. “Over my dead body. You’ve had a bad day. I’m not letting you sleep on that uncomfortable thing.”

Eleanor chews on her lip for a second, then she meets my eyes, a pretty pink spreading across her cheeks. “We can share the bed?” she suggests shyly.

“That makes a lot more sense. Come.” I take Eleanor’s hand and lead her up toward the mezzanine level, then point at my bed. “This is the bed. I like to sleep on the right, but I can switch if you prefer that side.”

“The left is good with me. I get to see the sunrise first then,” Eleanor says, taking a look around the sparsely decorated room, pausing to lift onto her toes and staring out the eastern window facing the darkened island.

Too late, I realize I don’t have any curtains up here. I’ve never had anyone in this bedroom before, never mind having them stay over, so the thought has never crossed my mind. What if Eleanor feels uncomfortable? Should I hang a sheet to create some kind of covering?

I try to see my bedroom through Eleanor’s eyes, hoping I don’t disappoint her too much. My bed has a simple navy duvet with gray pillows placed against a headboard made from reclaimed wood. The brown from the stone walls and the brown of the floorboards might be too masculine for her taste, but if Eleanor ever decides to stay with me, I’d be happy to change things—everything, if she wants.

On the windowsill, I’ve placed a couple of plants, one being lavender that I requested from Annamae recently, and the others a mix of herbs I use for baking. Maybe it’s odd that they’re in my bedroom, but I like their smell and I didn’t think much of it before now.

Nerves climb up my throat, threatening to take my ability to speak, my hands getting clammy as I wait for Eleanor to say something.

Rescuing me in the nick of time, Eleanor squeezes my hand. “It’s really cozy up here, calm. Thank you for letting me stay.”

I breathe out a huge sigh of relief and cup her face with my free hand, “Anytime.”

We stay frozen like that for a long moment, letting my offer settle before I ask, “Can I give you something to change into?”

Eleanor laughs. “Have you seen my boobs or my butt? There’s no way your clothes will fit me, but thank you for the thought.”

That surely can’t be a serious question, could it? Of course I’ve seen her beautifully curvaceous figure. I fantasize about it almost every night.

Before I have enough time to form an adequate response, Eleanor tucks her hair behind her ear, her gaze somewhere around her feet, as she asks, “Is it okay if I sleep in my camisole and underwear? It’s only that I don’t think I should sleep in my work clothes because I’d have nothing to wear tomorrow if they get all wrinkled. I just… I really don’t want to make you uncomfortable. You don’t have to look, maybe close your eyes while I quickly get under the covers?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to look?” Letting my eyes leisurely travel over every single one of her lush curves, I answer honestly, “I can say I’ve noticed everything about you. You’re absolutely delightful to look at.”

Eleanor’s scent blossoms and I breathe it in deeply, enjoying the effect my words have on her. This evening was the first time I was able to properly scent her arousal, and traces of it have surely embedded themselves into my home. The fact that I’ll get to be reminded of what transpired on my kitchen table, even when she’s not here, makes the thought of the looming week without her a little more bearable.

Though, I’d have to air the house out tomorrow before the guys get here. I don’t particularly like the thought of them knowing what she smells like, even less if they were to bring it up in conversation.

Wait, is this what Bodin feels like when I comment on Tilly’s scent? I will need to watch what I say to him in the future.

“You really want to look?” Eleanor asks, shifting her wide-eyed gaze to me.

“Should I say no? Would that make you feel better?” I ask, not sure what to do right now.

Eleanor looks up at me and takes my hands in hers. “Beck, you’ve just made my day. Well, you made my day by showing up in Cape Easton in less time than I thought possible, and then you made it by kissing me until I forgot that I’m supposed to be scared of the ocean, and then… Well, this is the cherry on top.”

I move Eleanor’s hands to my waist and glide my fingers up her bare arms until I cup her face between both of my hands. “Would you like it if I told you more often how pretty you are? How beautiful you look when you wear those dresses with the tiny straps? How dirty my thoughts get when I imagine what you’d look like without any of it on?”

Eleanor’s heart races faster and faster, her pupils dilating and her breathing shallow. “Yeah? I wouldn’t mind hearing more of those thoughts.”

I trace her bottom lip with my thumb. “Okay. Get in bed and I’ll tell you more.”

Leaning forward, Eleanor takes my thumb into her mouth and sucks lightly on it before she backs out of my embrace. My heart stutters and my jaw drops at the move. I want her to do that again, but this time on my cocks, but I quickly remind myself that tonight isn’t about me or my wants.

Holding my gaze, Eleanor unbuttons her black slacks and slowly strips them off, laying them neatly over the back of the chair.

My dragon hums in approval, just as excited to have Eleanor here, and sends as a cascade of scales down my torso and toward my cocks. The scales don’t fade away this time. I can feel their hardness rubbing against my clothes, but there’s no discomfort, no need to fight my dragon on this.

I’ll take good care of her, I promise him. Satisfied with my answer, he makes himself scarce, disappearing within my chest as my eyes graze down Eleanor’s gorgeous thick thighs, my hard cocks stiffening even further.

“Fuck, you’re a dream,” I breathe out, unsure if the words are audible to Eleanor.

She unclips her bra under her white camisole and in some strange move, pulls it off without removing the upper layer. Eleanor groans with relief the second her bra is off, her breasts now free and finally taking their natural form.

This image of Eleanor has me salivating, and I reach down to adjust my cocks, not wanting any more attention on them. This is all about Eleanor. The woman who looks like she’s stepped out of a classical painting by a very gifted artist, only to grace me with her presence.

Tonight, my only focus is her. I want to give Eleanor a reason to be happy she came here, a reason to come back often. I want to enjoy every tiny detail, cement it in my mind so I can remember it forever.

I remain still as Eleanor slowly pads toward the bed. When she notices the weight of my gaze, it’s as if confidence is poured down her spine, her steps getting surer as she saunters the final distance. It makes me so proud of her, because Eleanor has absolutely nothing to be shy about.

“Your turn,” Eleanor says, her eyes devouring me as I reach for the buttons of my shirt.

I take my time, meticulously unbuttoning my shirt, reveling in Eleanor’s attention and feeling like I’m soaring above the ocean with the power of her attraction for me. I turn my back on her only long enough to hide my cocks as I pull on my loose sleeping pants, then I flick off the mill’s main light, plunging my home into darkness except for the lamp on Eleanor’s side of the bed.

Letting the peaceful sound of the waves lapping at the shore wash over me, I welcome the familiar creaks of the mill’s gears, the occasional groans of the ceiling’s wooden beams to soothe any nerves that might stand in my way to make Eleanor feel truly appreciated.

I still can’t believe my luck that I have my childhood best friend here, in my bedroom, when I once thought I’d never see her again. I’m not about to let fate down for giving us a second chance.

Stopping at the foot of the bed, I grin down at the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. “Lie down, my lovely Eleanor. Let me tell you the story of your beauty.”

Eleanor sucks in a shaky breath, but she does what I ask, scooting down from her spot against the headboard until she’s lying flat on her back.

I get in next to her and prop myself up on one elbow. “Is it okay if I touch you a little while I tell you which parts I like the most?”

Licking her lips, Eleanor nods slowly while she looks at me. “Yes, please.”

“Since you ask so nicely, I’ll start with one of my favorites.” I brush my fingers through her fiery locks, letting the strands sift between my fingers. “This hair. This crown of flames only fit for a queen. It’s your most striking feature and, like a moth to a flame, it never fails to draw me in.”

Eyes softening, Eleanor leans into my hand. “Thank you, but you’re actually the one with the pretty hair.”

I press my thumb against her lips, effectively silencing her. “This is story time, Eleanor, and you’re my muse. I intend to give you a very happy ending before you’re allowed to change books.”

My muse’s lips tip up into a pleased smile, halting any further arguments.

Slowly, I work my way down, tracing my fingers over each of Eleanor’s features as I tell her about them. Her warm honey-brown eyes, the elegant bridge of her nose, her pouty lips and the way they curl up at the corners when she’s even just a little happy, the softness of the skin below her ears and the sweet sounds she makes when I kiss her there, and finally I pause on the light dusting of freckles across her shoulders, which remind me of my favorite constellation of stars.

“Can I keep going?” I ask, my voice gravelly with desire.

“There’s more?” Eleanor’s chest heaves, her perfuming arousal filling my olfactory receptors, telling me she likes this as much as I do.

My smirk comes easily. “This story is far from done.”

I drag a finger down Eleanor’s sternum, watching her face for any hints that this isn’t something she wants. She nods at me, and with a slight arch, pushes into my hand as I move to cup one breast over the silk fabric.

The rough groan that escapes me is part dragon, precum leaking from my cocks as she fills my hand abundantly. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? These breasts were designed by the gods themselves, making mere mortals weep at not being bestowed the honor of being blessed with them.”

Eleanor’s mouth parts and I can see she wants to say something, but she decides to stay silent, her scent getting stronger and her heart racing underneath my touch.

I glide a finger toward her nipple, drawing concentric circles around the bud until a stiff peak forms underneath her camisole. “I’ve had dreams about these. Wondering what they’ll look like, wondering what it’ll take to get them hard, wondering what they’ll taste like in my mouth.”

Eleanor almost hyperventilates as I give her other breast the same attention, her eyes flicking between my face and my fingers.

My hands skims down her stomach, and she sucks in her belly, the action making me pause. “Why did you do that?”

“It’s embarrassing,” Eleanor mumbles, not quite meeting my eyes.

I turn her face back toward me. “I can’t see anything that could possibly be embarrassing about any part of you. There’s not one thing I’d ever imagine changing. To me, you are perfect.”

“Fuck,” Eleanor says, her hands reaching for me. “You’re the perfect one.”

I raise my brows. “Did you get your happy ending yet?”

“No?”

“Can I continue with my story?”

Eleanor lowers her hands again, answering sheepishly, “Please.”

Slowly, my hand drifts over her hip and I cup her ass, relishing how good it feels to knead her flesh. “This ass, Eleanor. This is… I don’t know if I have adequate words left to explain it.”

“You don’t need any more words, Beck. Please just don’t stop touching me.”

Something about the way my name sounds makes me hesitate. It doesn’t feel right, not with Eleanor when we’re together like this. Not when this means so much more to me, when Eleanor means so much more to me. I want her to call me by my real name, the way she used to do.

Letting my vulnerability show, I ask quietly, “Can you call me Shinsu? Please?”

Eleanor lifts a hand to cup my face, something like adoration shining in her eyes as her thumb brushes across my cheek. “My sweet Shinsu, of course. And can you call me Nori again?”

I fold my fingers around hers. “Nori,” I breathe out, her name a prayer across my lips. “My beautiful Nori. That feels so good to say again.”

Something settles between us, like the right key slotting into a lock after searching for it all your life.

I swallow hard as my eyes stay locked on Nori’s, a deep understanding passing between us as I skim my hand down her thigh. Nori licks her lips and parts her legs, inviting me for more.

Ever so slowly, I move higher, until my fingers touch the seam of her underwear. Scales appear on my arms and along my torso, but for not a single second do I allow them to distract me from the beautiful woman in front of me.

Nori and I breathe in unison, every breath shallow, our hearts beating as one, as I glide two fingers over her soaked panties.

“Shinsu, please,” Nori begs, one hand on my cheek, the other on my chest, looking just as desperate as I feel.

“I’ll never deny you.” I kiss her palm and dip my hand underneath the fabric.

Keeping my eyes locked with Nori’s, I glide my fingers lower, finding her wet and needy.

Nori gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head as I slowly sink two fingers into her drenched core. Getting to see her like this is a gift I don’t take lightly. Earlier in the kitchen, things might have moved fast, but this here is an experience I want to cherish.

“Show me what you like,” I say as I lean down, rubbing my nose along hers, my voice holding a pleading quality I hardly recognize.

Nori arches into me and her hand grabs the back of my neck, holding me to her as sweet little whimpers fall from her lips, her enjoyment of my touch sending ripples of satisfaction down my spine.

“Shinsu, yes,” Nori moans as my thumb finds her clit, her grip on me tightening.

The way my name sounds when she says it makes pride I’ve never felt for the weighty title flood my veins, and a desire to reclaim its meaning and make it my own burrows into my heart.

I lean back only far enough for our eyes to meet and hold, reading every minute cue, monitoring her scent, her heart, her breathing, and her face as I draw tight circles around the swollen nub until Nori is clawing at me, her hips rolling, asking me for more.

“That’s it. That’s my girl,” I praise, feeling like a king that I get to be the one who gives Nori pleasure.

It’s the most intimate experience of my life, being this connected to Nori, having her allow me such unguarded access to every single one of her emotions as her cunt starts to tighten around my fingers.

I increase the pressure on her clit, pumping my fingers faster in and out of her, pushing against the sensitive spot inside of her, building her toward her peak.

“Yes, just like that. Don’t stop, Shinsu,” Nori gasps as she rides my hand, her lids lowering as her legs start to tremble.

Then, I watch in awe as she falls silent, her pleasure cresting, her cunt pulsing around my fingers as I guide her through her orgasm until she falls back, limp and sated.

When Nori’s eyes open again, I make sure she watches me as I pull my fingers free, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them clean. I hum with satisfaction, pleased to finally know she tastes just as good as she smells.

Feeling utterly gleeful, I pull Nori into my arms and get ready to sleep.

“I didn’t even get to touch you,” Nori says drowsily.

“Tonight was all about you,” I remind her. I don’t think Nori knows about dragon anatomy, but tonight certainly wasn’t the right time for that conversation.

“Tomorrow. Tomorrow, it’s your turn,” Nori mumbles.

I’m not sure if there will be time tomorrow, considering our busy schedules, but there’s no rush from my side. I plan to have Nori in my life forever, and this is only the start.