49. Blaze

We'd been busy for two days, clearing out our new bedroom. We worked during the day and, somehow, overnight, someone else had finished cleaning it, scrubbing the walls and the floors after we'd swept and dusted and filled so many rubbish bags.

With a new coat of paint, a new bed and our chair brought in front the den, it was a perfectly cosy room.

There were still things to do, but it was good enough for us to move into.

I was nervous when we did. Even though we'd been spending the nights together in Alfie's old room, there was something about us being in our own room together that made everything feel more… official.

Alfie stood beside me and he was lit by the flickering glow of the fire in the hearth. He looked stunning. The yellow-orange light of the flames tinted his blonde hair with gold, and made his skin rosy. Even standing there in his human form, I thought I could see that he was a golden dragon.

"Are you happy?" he asked.

"So happy, my darling. I'm not sure I have room for any more happiness."

I buried my face in his chest, hugging him tightly to me. His arms slipped around my waist and held me close, and I felt him pressing kisses to my head through my hair.

"I love you so much, Blaze. I don't think I can ever tell you how much."

I clutched Alfie tighter to me, pressing our bodies together. He ducked his head and took my lips, kissing me gently and sweetly. I fell into that kiss, entranced by our closeness and the taste of him and the way his hands roamed my body.

Slowly, that kiss became deeper, it became faster and more passionate. Alfie slid his tongue into my mouth and I opened up to him, clutching hold of his shoulders as he made me feel all sorts of things until my legs were shaking.

He slipped my coat from my shoulders and then unbuttoned my shirt, starting at the top and working his way down my chest. Isabella had ordered me some new clothes and was experimenting with my style. I let her because it made her happy and we'd spent an afternoon giggling together and trying on all sorts of clothes and jewellery and make-up.

She'd told me that I looked stunning with green eyeshadow and had sent me off to find Alfie and get his opinion about it. When I'd found him, he'd stared at me with his mouth open for so long that I was worried he hated it, until he'd dragged me into a cupboard and sucked my cock so enthusiastically that I'd trembled and come in under a minute.

The memory made me smile into our kiss and Alfie groaned.

"You're so sexy, Blaze."

His fingers tangled in my hair. He loved to run his fingers through it, playing with it in the different lights and watching the colours. He said it was like fire, all different colours at once.

The slight tug on my scalp as he tightened his grip made me gasp and arch into him. I had no idea why Alfie tugging on my hair always made me press my body harder against his, but it did. I'd never realised I'd like that sort of thing before. And Alfie had not had the confidence to do it before.

Now, though, he knew just how hard to tug to make it feel best. Enough to hint at the pain without actually being painful. Enough to remind me that I belonged to him. That he's claimed me because he'd chosen me over everyone else.

I groaned again and tried to rub my aching dick against his through our clothes.

With one hand tangled in my hair, he kept our mouths fused together, kissing and nibbling at my lips, and with the other hand, Alfie tried to get us undressed.

I wanted to help but my hands were shaking with the sensations and each time he nipped at my lower lip, a shiver ran through my body so violently that I lost control of my fine motor skills.

Eventually, he huffed and broke our kiss.

"If I can't get our clothes off, I'm going to have to ask you to shift and burn them off."

I laughed at the idea. "We can't burn our clothes off every time we want to make love. We'd end up with nothing to wear."

He leaned back down and kissed me hard, letting me know he'd heard the implication that we'd be making love a lot.

There was a ripping sound and I pulled back in time to see Alfie holding two pieces of his shirt.

"Oops. I didn't mean to do that."

"You don't know your own strength, my darling."

As I said it, I took the opportunity to run my hands over his naked torso. His chest was lean and muscled, his skin pale and his nipples a rosy pink. When I focused on them, rubbing my fingers across them, Alfie moaned and fumbled with my fly.

Once I was naked, Alfie grasped my dick and slid his hand along my length. I was already so hard that the feeling made a drop of pre-come leak out of the slit. Alfie ducked down and licked it.

"You always taste so good. And smell so good. And feel so good. Shift for me, please. Just for a moment."

I did as my mate asked and flickered into my flame form. I stood there, letting him admire me. His face was lit by my fire and I was captivated by his beauty. He never looked quite so beautiful as when he was lit by my flames.

I gasped and undulated my body as Alfie slid his hand into my flames and touched my wick. He liked to do that, to touch the most intimate part of me, my very core. And I loved it when he did.

The sensation was unlike anything else. At once so arousing that I thought I'd burst and come everywhere, but somehow soothing. Not to mention, I couldn't come in my flame form. I couldn't give myself the physical stimulation.

It meant that, when Alfie stoked my wick, I felt it all through my body, the erotic caress right at my core and radiating out, overwhelming me with need and desire, and that desire had no outlet. The pleasure just kept building and building.

"Please," I gasped at last. "Please, my darling."

I couldn't think what to ask for. Everything. Anything.

Luckily, I didn't need to specify. Alfie gave one last stroke along my wick and withdrew his hand.

"Shift back."

I became human again in an instant and fell forward onto him. My lips crashed into his and I tried to devour him.

Somehow he'd worked all his clothes off and he was naked as he pushed me backwards onto the bed and crawled up after me, settling between my legs.

Alfie had grown in confidence in every area since we'd mated, but none more so than when we were together, alone in our bed. He kissed and licked my entire body and I writhed, begging, so needy and aroused.

I didn't need to worry about anything. Alfie had the lube and he warmed it before he slid his fingers between my cheeks and stroked over my hole. My writhing body pushed down onto those fingers, desperate to get them inside me, but Alfie took his time, dragging out the delicious torture.

He kissed my lips and my neck and my collarbone and my hips and the red tip of my cock, all while his fingers surely and slowly stretched me open. I felt full and tingled and gasped every time he pressed against my prostate.

At last, I was so, so close that I really, honestly couldn't stand it any longer.

"Pleeeeeease," I wailed.

Alfie knelt up between my spread legs and smiled at me. His eyes were golden and his cheeks were flushed and he looked heartbreakingly beautiful.

My darling gave me what I needed. He positioned us and lined up, then slowly breached me. His cock stretched my hole and I felt the intrusion, felt the fullness and the rightness of it. He slid all the way inside me in one slow movement and then fell forwards, bracing himself on his arms above me.

As he began to pull out and thrust inside, setting up a strong, steady pace, I panted with need. My mate filled me so perfectly and he changed the angle of each stroke until I bucked at the sudden pressure on my prostate, and then he kept that angle, thrusting into me so that each time it nearly broke me with how good it felt. I thought for sure I'd shatter completely.

Above me, Alfie was panting and his thrusts were getting faster. We rocked together, and he dropped his body down onto me, wrapping his arms around me to hold me tightly as he pounded into me.

That was the moment my orgasm overwhelmed me. It started at the base of my spine and burst out like a firework all over my body, sending sparks of pleasure through my chest and down my legs. My balls drew up and my cock throbbed between us, pressed between my stomach and Alfie's.

My come smeared between us and his continued thrusts drew my pleasure out.

Alfie gave a muffled shout and thrust hard inside me. His warm come filled me and he collapsed, dropping his weight onto me fully.

We lay like that for a moment and then Alfie rolled us, his arms tightly around me. He ended up on his back and I was laying across him. He grabbed around for a blanket and pulled it up over us.

"Let's just lay here for a minute," he said.

He sounded adorably sleepy and sated, and my wick glowed with satisfaction.

"Alright, my darling."

"Love you. Best mate ever."

I smiled into Alfie's chest and snuggled closer. We were sticky and sweaty and would definitely need to get up and sort that out soon but, for the moment, we just lay there together.