Zenora, The Dragon's Fury

Author's note: I know you have been waiting for this a long time! So, enjoy... 💛💚💙

The last three days have been tiring.

I had spent some time with my sons and Brock, to visit the egg our daughter was in, and to talk to them about losing their granddad. They had only one grandparent, so it was devastating for them to lose that one. We have been crying and laughing, while talking about all the memories we have with my dad in it.

Kids are amazingly resilient when it comes to these kinds of things. One moment they can be crying, trying to understand what is happening, and the other, when you explain that their loved one is in a happy place, they are fine with it. Kids don’t think deeper about these things.

‘Is granddad in a happy place? Good! Now let’s play again.’

That simple is how their minds work.

I however, am thinking deeper than that. Much deeper.

So, when I watched the ceremony again, in Brock’s mind, and when I visited my father’s grave, tears were streaming out freely again. I sat in front of my parents graves for what felt like hours, until Brock came to pick me up and take me inside again.

Every day I went there, sitting in front of the double, black marble doors of the small mausoleum, thinking about both of them, until Brock came to pick me up again and again.

I had talked with Ruth as well. She had been slightly falling in love with my dad, and was devastated about it too. It would have been nice to see my dad with another woman again, to be able to love someone else. But, unfortunately, he didn’t have enough time to enjoy her presence. Nor did she with his.

Brock came to take me back to the castle again, and I was glad he did each day, otherwise I would wallow in my tears, sitting in front of the mausoleum forever.

“We have to organise some things love, you know, the coronation, the new General and such.” Brock gently said when we were back inside the castle again.

He said it gently, because he didn’t want to push me into anything. But life goes on, and everyone is relying on me and Brock, to rule the lands. The thoughts of my father won’t leave my mind, it never will, but my grieving has to end.

I stood up straight, wiped away my tears, for the last time! Let’s do this!

“Yes, you are right love.” I said to him with a chipper voice.

“Could you ask Natalya to set up a meeting? One where everyone that is of importance, is invited to join in the throne room. She has to put up benches and tables, enough to fit them all.” The servant quickly nodded, as I had asked her to do that.

I turned to look at Brock again, walked up to him and stood in front of his broad chest.

“Well, now that we are alone… Why don’t you take me to our room?” I said seductively.

His eyes started to gleam with lust, his hands pinched my hips and when he pulled me closer to him, I could feel his swollen member push against the insides of his pants.

“Are you sure, love? I mean, I don’t want to push you into something you don’t want.” He said.

“I know you don’t have all your memories back yet, so why don’t I try to remind you, of some of the moments we have been sharing in the past?” I replied while grinding my core against his.

He quickly picked me up and took me to our room. He threw me on the bed and we got rid of all of our clothes.

My shirt was tossed to the side, my pants to the other, my undies and bra were practically ripped in pieces and laid scattered around the bed. His clothes came off just as fast, while we embraced our tongues with each other’s, firing up the passion between us.

Suddenly, he sat back while looking at my naked body, breathing heavily, while his eyes grew wide. I read his mind, because I wanted to know what he was thinking.

Oh boy, I shouldn’t have done that. But I couldn’t look away, I kept looking at all the things that he was realising, all the things that he still hadn’t remembered until this moment.

Flashes of all the moments we had sex, all the moments we were intimate, all the moments he had an orgasm and all the moments he made me have one.

My bottom was throbbing with pain, gushing out my erotically fluids, aching for his touch and cock, to lavishly fuck me raw! I moaned at what he was seeing.

I got up a bit, pulled his neck towards me, and started sucking his lower lip and stroke the length of his throbbing dick.

He was moaning against my mouth, in disbelief of how he was able to forget my touch, to forget our sensual moments. But those thoughts were going to refreshed by what is going to happen next.

When he got his mind back in order, he grabbed my waist, picked me up and pushed me to his chest. Then, he lowered my body onto his cock, and used my butt-cheeks to move me up and down.

We both moaned and panted heavily, he closed his eyes and sucked the skin at my neck. I could feel his grip at my butt tighten and his force became stronger. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat and when he opened his eyes again, I was amazed!

His eyes are glowing with a golden colour!

He laid me down on the bed, his entering speed became faster, pushing in deeper and harder. I screamed with pleasure, trying to follow each and every movement he made.

To match his own power, I went faster too and tilted my hips slightly, to give him even more access. If that was even possible at all.

His search across my body, felt amazing. He touched me everywhere he could reach, kissed every piece of skin available, while he still kept thrusting in and out.

I dug my nails into his shoulders, and pushed until I could feel my fingers get sticky with his blood. But he didn’t care, he didn’t gave me one notice of being hurt.

We kept going on like this for a few more moments, until something burst inside of me as well. My eyes started to burn with this aching pleasure also, and I knew that I have found the warrior within me again! My eyes were also glowing with this bright golden colour, to match his.

My endeavour became furious, I pushed Brock on his back, and rode his cock like a rodeo master.

“FUCK!” Brock yelled.

I tightened my inner walls, trying to feel more of the friction between us. Keeping my hands in my hair, while my bottom grinded back and forth, stimulating to get the release out of his throbbing member.

He grabbed my hips, pushing and moving along with me. Heavily moaning, cursing and screaming.

But he was still the boss in the bedroom, and he was going to show it to me.

He pushed me off of him, got up and pushed me down on the bed, on all fours. Again, without restraint he entered my craving centre, holding my hips, smashing into me like he was trying to shoot through me with his loaded gun.

His upper legs clapping against my butt-cheeks, while my pussy moisturized his large cock with slick, juicy slime.

With his thumb he rubbed some of the juicy slime on the muscle of my back entrance. My anus relaxed on the touch, opening for him to enter a finger or two.

The bliss feeling of him being inside my butt as well, got me moaning ecstatically.

“Come now, love.” He demanded.

And as if my body was waiting for those words, I unleashed my screams and moans, when an cataclysmically orgasm took over my mind and soul.

My orgasm lasted for plenty of time, for Brock to come as well. As I could feel his warm semen fill me on the inside, after a few strong thrusts.

It was not for after a minute or two that he was able to let go of me. Our muscles had cramped up so much, that his fingers had dug into my hips, and his cock was practically stuck inside my pussy. Not because his cock was enlarged too much with his blood, but because my insides were swollen, due to the fast and hard pumping we just caused.

When we were finally able to drop onto the bed, our bodies relaxed, and our eyes turned back to their original colour.

“How could I ever forget, that you feel this amazing! You’re an animal!” Brock said to me.

“I’m an animal? You started your warrior’s enrage! I just simply followed.” I said casually.