Chapter 60: Give me some energy...
Vale and Ash had set off to get some medication Ayra had requested. Commander Lynn and his men had taken some men out of the scene to rest them, leaving Zark and Ayra alone.
Zark stood there behind with his cold expression, watching as Ayra healed these men. He still couldn’t understand why she was helping them while she was clearly growing pale and tired. He was impressed by her and didn’t have words to express it all. He simply watched in silence.
Ayra was still healing as she smiled and said to him, "What? Thinking of a reason to invalidate my hard work?"
"I’m not that villainous," Zark said, arms folded while he stared at her. "Why? Why are you even doing this? What do you get from it?"
Ayra smiled as she said, "A clear conscience." She smiled as she said, "I’ve done a lot of evil, so take it as me trying to atone for it. I can’t sit back and watch them die." At least that was believable for them.
Ayra said, "If you’re that bothered, then you all can consider treating me well while I stay in this tribe. If I can at least get some peace of mind then it’ll be worth it. Don’t you think so?"
Zark was quiet as he stared at her. He said nothing as he let his eyes admire her. She was getting more pretty and he couldn’t believe he would even say that. He admired those facial features, it was different and now better. Zark couldn’t stop his heart from beating to it while he also admired her kindness, courage and dedication. It was different from the female he thought he knew.
Ayra worked for a while and immediately she felt a sting of pain through her chest. She coughed while she stopped soothing, placing a hand over her chest.
Zark rushed to the scene and went down on his knees beside her. He had intuitively wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her firmly from falling back. "Are you okay?" Zark couldn’t even understand why he did that but he felt like so.
Ayra coughed as she forced a smile. "I am..."
"You clearly aren’t..." Zark said. "You should get some rest and we’ll continue later..."
"But they might die if we don’t hurry up..." Ayra shook her head. Her face getting pale, it was clear she was getting drained.
And Zark couldn’t believe that he was worried. He stared at her, impressed at how persistent she was to help them. It moved him even though he didn’t want to show it. "Don’t bother, they’ll be okay... You have to get some rest though... You’re also with a cub.. so you need to rest."
[Ding]
[Mate stat]
[Dragon’s affection level has been improved!]
[+ 13]
[Dragon: 15%]
Ayra smiled. "I guess the cold dragon is actually worried about me."
"Keep dreaming..." Zark snapped, trying to play cool. But Ayra smiled as the system beeped.
[Ding]
[Notice: Host has lost a lot of energy! Host might pass out soon if energy isn’t refilled soon]
[For increasing affection level of dragon to a great extent, Host is granted the ability to refill energy through the dragon lord]
[Method: A kiss. The longer the kiss, the stronger and longer the energy!]
Ayra scoffed. She didn’t even know how to feel about this. But she knew she needed that energy if she wanted to continue working.
But she was worried because she didn’t know how the fuck she was supposed to convince this dragon lord to kiss her! This dragon hated her!
But she had to at least try.
She slowly stared up at him with her dull eyes. "If you really want to help... I need energy. Help me regain some to work with."
The dragon lord stared at her. "And how am I supposed to help you with that...?" He asked, curious.
Ayra hesitated. "This might sound crazy but.. kiss me...the longer and deeper the better...or the steamier the better.."
"..."
The dragon lord was speechless for a while. Ayra wasn’t surprised, she would be too if someone told her that.
"Well I..." She tried explaining but before she could, the dragon lord cupped her head in his huge hands and pulled her face closer. And then he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers.
Ayra stiffened at first, shock running through her veins. But the moment his hot, wet tongue crashed into her mouth, a wild rush of heat exploded through her body. His kiss was fierce and demanding, lips claiming hers with bruising pressure as he devoured her.
He sucked on her lower lip, tugging it between his teeth before plunging his tongue deeper, stroking and twisting against hers in hungry, possessive strokes. Their mouths moved together in a slick, messy rhythm—tongues sliding, curling, and battling as saliva mixed and spilled. He tasted like smoke and spice, his breath scorching as he angled her head exactly how he wanted and kissed her harder.
He cupped her cheeks with both massive hands, holding her in place while his tongue sank even deeper, thrusting and exploring every inch of her mouth with raw urgency. Ayra moaned into him, her body sparking with electric need as he sucked her tongue into his mouth, licking and swallowing her saliva in greedy pulls that left her dizzy and aching.
The kiss was wet, filthy, and unrelenting—lips sliding and sucking, tongues tangling in slippery heat, breaths panting hotly between them as he consumed her.
He kissed her for what felt like an eternity. Five minutes worth of kiss.
Even Vale and Ash had arrived at the entrance. But on seeing the scene, they stared at each other with a smile and shook their heads. And then turned and left.
One hand sliding into her hair to grip it firmly, Zark titled her head back as he pressed his mouth harder against hers in a deep, steamy, open-mouthed kiss that made her knees weak. Their lips moved frantically together, slick and swollen, tongues stroking and thrusting in a desperate dance that left strands of saliva connecting them whenever they briefly parted for air.
Soon, Zark pulled back from the kiss with a low growl. He panted softly as he stared into her eyes, his gaze burning. He licked his lips with a dangerous glare as he stared at Ayra’s wet, swollen mouth, glistening and drooling with their mixed saliva. This female was different. This version of the female was thrilling and he found her attractive. He couldn’t have controlled himself from the kiss.. and he knew what he fought himself to pull away from the kiss that was already arousing him.
"How’s this...? Good enough...? Or do you want more?"
Ayra wanted more. She wanted a longer taste of this dragon. She wanted every part of him at that moment.
[Ding!]
[Energy improved! Host should proceed with work immediately before it goes down!]
But she had work and so she said in-between soft pants, "That’ll do."