Dawning Skye

Chapter 61

Chapter 61: Stories And An Hors d’oeuvre

*** WARNING: This Chapter Has Descriptive And Graphic Sexual Content. Viewer Discretion Is Advised***

Skye smiled mischievously as she wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck, returning his embrace as she said; “Mmm.. Only if I get ye as a main course, dear husband...”

Tidas grinned arrogantly as he leaned in to kiss his wife. He had intended to give her a sweet, slow kiss, but Skye had other plans. She leaned into him, making it a point to press her breasts against him provocatively. She added pressure to her kiss, forcing Tidas to match her fervor. She sighed seductively into him, sending a shiver of need throughout his body.

With a sharp inhale, Tidas broke away from his wife’s lips before saying: “If you keep that up love, I’ll drag you beyond those trees and ruin our dinner plans.”

Skye released one of her hands, and bit down on the tip of her thumb in mock contemplation. She then looked up at Tidas with playful eyes. The princess smiled at her husband before reaching down, and rubbing his manhood softly through his pants. Then she shrugged her shoulders; like she didn’t care what he chose. The prince gritted his teeth as he smiled wickedly at his wife.

He tightened his grip on her waist before whispering; “Vixen... You’ll pay for this later..”

Skye matched his grin before replying in a taunting tone; “Ooo... Ima shakin’ in me boots.”

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Giving him one last quick peck; Skye broke her hold, then spun around on her heels to go and get into the stagecoach. Tidas stood a moment in astonishment of his wife’s boldness. He shook his head as he smiled; trying to rid himself of the thoughts she’d incited in him. Clearing his throat, Tidas entered the coach behind Skye, greeted Jonathan, and took his seat.

The ride was pleasant; Tidas and Jonathan chatted as Skye began reading the tome that the bookshop owner had sold her. It was written more like a large diary than a historical record. While it listed things like the composition of the gates, armament strategies, the layout of the city, etc.. It didn’t list an actual history of Dragonhorn like the title implied. Or so she thought; until she’d flipped to the back..

The last few chapters were entirely hand-written, and extremely faded. It described a monster that had attacked a village. A hero named Roland Snare was passing through the village at the time, and killed the beast with his Earth magic. He had lost his arm in the process, and retired in the village. Spending the rest of his life helping the people to turn the monster’s carcass into the city walls that still existed now.

When Skye continued reading, Roland began to describe the monster: pitch black with giant wings. It had claws the size of houses, and two massive horns protruding from it’s head. The more the book described it, the surer Skye became: the gates of Dragonhorn were truly made from a real dragon.

“But what happened to the skull? Ye don’t miss somethin’ that big,” Skye said out loud.

The odd question had interrupted Tidas and Jonathan from their own discussion. They stared at the princess, waiting for her to elaborate. When she finally looked up, confusion covered her features. She hadn’t realized she’d spoken out loud, and didn’t understand the strange looks she was getting.

“What’s this about a skull?” Jonathan’s eyebrow was quirked as he asked.

“Oh! Sorry, didn’t realize that was out loud.. It’s this book. It says the gates really are made of dragon bone! Isn’t that amazin’?! And the man who slayed it was named...” Skye began to thumb through the pages in search of the name.

“Roland Snare: the Mountain Hero. That be me ancestor! Though me last name be different, Ima direct descendant! My best friend and cousin own the cottages.” Jonathan blurted out with pride.

Skye froze, letting the page between her fingers slip. She looked up at Jonathan with wide eyes before rapid-firing questions at him. He’d been quite happy to speak on his family’s heritage. When he’d begun to talk in detail about his family’s branches and the cottages, Tidas had raised his hand up to stop him from talking any further.

When Skye glared at her husband for interrupting, Tidas quickly explained; “If I let him keep going, he’ll ruin my surprise for you..”

Looking as her husband with suspicion, Skye shifted in her seat and crossed her arms. She didn’t want to wait when a walking, talking descendent was right in front of her. ‘He probably has stories handed down from generation to generation.. And Ima right in front of him!’

It was obvious how frustrated his wife was, but Tidas knew his surprise would make up for it. Skye had talked about her interest in Dragonhorn for years. He still recalled the first time she’d visited, and how excited she’d been as she told him about seeing the walls. He’d planned their honeymoon many years ago. But no matter how his plans had changed over the years, he’d always made it a point to keep his secret surprise part of it.

The ancient tome Skye was reading made him nervous. Tidas was already a little frustrated that the book confirmed the wall’s origin. He’d felt a little more at ease when she’d set the book down on the seat. Not wanting her to stew in her ire, Tidas asked his wife what she was in the mood to eat.

Their random conversations continued; only being broken when they had to bid Jonathan farewell. He’d requested to be dropped off by a field his horse might’ve run to after he’d fallen from her. It wasn’t far from their cottage, so the rest of their journey only took about fifteen minutes.

As soon as the stagecoach had pulled away, Tidas was pulling his wife into his lap. They’d been sitting on the side closest to the coachman. The prince smiled at Skye before taking her lips in a passionate kiss. She moaned slightly as she leaned against him; allowing him to practically cradle her in his arms.

Tidas slipped his left hand inside her skirt to slowly drag it up the inside of her thigh, before saying in a playful, husky voice: “Should I punish you now, or wait until after we’ve eaten?”

Smiling coyly at her husband, Skye hummed a second before replying; “I don’t recall earning any punishment..”

An evil grin crept onto Tidas’ handsome face as he moved his hand up her leg, and passed her knee. He grabbed Skye firmly right where her leg and hip met; sending a jolt of anticipation through her. Her breath hitched in her throat as he lifted his hand, then grabbed her similarly to how she had grabbed him at Dragonhorn. Tidas’ voice was almost a whisper in her ear as he’d spoke while grabbing her: “You don’t remember doing this...in public to me right before we left?”

When Skye didn’t reply right away, Tidas began to rub against the outside of her underwear. Because he wasn’t using much pressure, the sensation was torturous. Occasionally he’d apply extra force when he’d reach her jewel, making Skye squirm in his lap. Between that and the little noises she was making, Tidas felt like he was punishing himself along with his wife.

A familiar throbbing began to build between Skye’s legs as Tidas toyed with her. She wiggled as her breathing became labored. He pressed down with his fingertips as he focused on stimulating her bud. Tidas sucked in a sharp breath as his wife’s wetness soaked through her undergarment.

The prince was near his breaking point when the coach hit a pothole. It broke his concentration, and the trance his enticing little wife had him in. He exhaled deeply before he looked back at Skye. She stared at him with agitation; waiting for him to either continue, or go further.

Tidas sighed loudly before giving his wife a pleading look. Her expression became forlorn as Skye flashed him a mock pouty face. He smiled gently at her, leaning as much as he could to touch foreheads with her. He laughed under his breath at himself. Teasing Skye into such a state was never his intention.. not yet, anyways.

“I’m sorry, love. I hadn’t meant to get you so worked up yet.. ‘Tis my fault,” Tidas’ voice was lined with regret as he spoke.

Skye was beginning to get her breathing under control when her husband apologized. She was still extremely frustrated in multiple ways, but she knew he’d meant his apology. She nodded with a half-smile on her face, but the prince knew she was still mad.. It became even more apparent when she huffed angrily, then grabbed his hard cock firmly.

Tidas groaned loudly as his wife’s skillful hands worked him. Unlike his light, sensuous caresses; Skye gripped his manhood and moved her hand on him quickly. She would slow occasionally, but only to toy with his tip momentarily. His breathing became as ragged as his wife’s had just been. He gripped his wife’s dress with white knuckles in an attempt to keep them in place. Just as he was about to give in, Skye released him.

The prince stared at his wife with gritted teeth as she smiled cockily and said; “Fair is fair, dear husband...”

Indignation covered Tidas’ features at his wife’s retort, but only momentarily. He knew he was getting back what he’d just given her. The dampness of her underwear was proof that Skye was as aroused as he was. Sighing in defeat, the prince said; “Remind me never to go to war with you, wife..”

Skye chuckled loudly at her husband’s quip. She’d seen the frustration flash in his eyes, letting her know the point was made. ‘If he can’t eat what he dishes up, then he shouldn’t bother cookin.’ With a smug smile, Skye stood up from her husband’s lap, straightened her dress out, then sat back down next to him.

Tidas adjusted himself in his seat, then wrapped his right arm around this wife’s shoulders. She snuggled into his side and sighed. It was strange to her that she could feel both contentment and frustration at the same time. Then again; Skye had never felt the way she does with Tidas, with anyone else.

The stagecoach rolled along for about two minutes before it came to a stop. They were being dropped at the end of the path to the cottage they were staying at. Just like the carriage had the night before. As Skye stepped out, she noticed the name of the cottage on a sign at the edges of the drive. To the left was the roadway to their temporary abode, and to the right was a covered pathway.

The moonlight was shining brightly in the early evening hours; allowing Skye to see the sign. A grin lit her face as she turned to Tidas and squeaked; “THIS is DragonSnare Cottage?! We’ve been stayin’ at Roland Snare’s family cottage?!”

Tidas smiled cockily as he replied: “Aye, it ’tis. But I have a bigger surprise for you, Skye... How would you like to see a giant dragon skull?”