DISCLAIMER: I own nobody except my OC Jevornnen. Greetings readers! Now I know I should probably stop cranking out new stories when I have some that are yet to be complete but I really feel like Tavington deserves a delicious (straight) lemon :p I could go on forever about how I love how dangerous he is XD but I'm sure you'd just want to get to the story now. This might expand into chapters but for now I'm keeping it one chapter until I finish my other works in progress. Enjoy!

Grin

It pleased him to know she was out there watching him fight. He knew she would approve of his brutality in combat, and took pride in shooting, stabbing, or simply ripping apart the enemy. She would be there right beside him, hiding from the other dragoons in the most common places; behind rocks, in the dense foliage tall trees provided, looking down on him like a dark angel's shadow. On the horizon, she would stand, the glint of her obsidian blades alerting him to her presence a far distance in the open fields. She was no spy, he made sure of that one day while scouting on his own. The general granted him permission to an independent mission when he wasn't assigned to lead troops at one point. She had been at his side, so close he could feel the heat rising from her skin, and when they would spot a target, she would run like a flash and her bottom jaw would turn to points in an instant like the teeth of a wild cat. The enemy would be sprawled in a mess of bloody matter as she cleaned the bones, filling her stomach until her hunger was satisfied. "War between humans is good for dragons." she said that day. "The famine close to the eastern mountains, my home, is what brought us here searching for other means of a meal, and what better cook than war itself to serve us?" she would grin at the colonel, sharp molar fangs standing proud past her lips, blood coating her face. He had trouble focusing on her one blue eye and one yellow one. "My name is Jevornnen. Jev is what you may call me."

"Mmm…" he moaned as Jev dominated his mouth in their embrace. "Sssh. Wouldn't want to wake the lesser soldiers. They might get jealous." She teased, tapping a finger on his lips. "Heheh, what I think you mean to say is, wouldn't want to wake the generals. They might take my rank and have you all to themselves." He took her mouth again. When they started to gasp for breath, she said, "Then I'd make you watch as I rip out their throats for trying to oppress me." Jev smiled, which sent heat spreading through the colonel's body that made him moan again. "I would love to witness such beauty…even more, I'd say, of you in particular." The colonel's eyes were hazy and filled with lust. Compared to Jev's, his eyes were like the ocean, while hers were more like lightning. Nevertheless, they were striking. She kept his gaze as her hands moved, sliding firmly up his torso to his collar. "Then you are free to see it, William Tavington."

Even with her permission, Tavington still felt like Jev was dominant, which annoyed him even though he was undressing her first. His love for her proved to be stronger, though. Tavington was happy she did not wear what would be traditionally acceptable of the human women. The last thing he wanted was having to fumble uselessly with stubborn layers of fabric he couldn't tear or corset strings whose knots were too small for his fingers to unlace. Instead, Jev wore light armor of a strange fabric unknown to the colonel. It wasn't all entirely fabric either. Some parts were metal, others a shiny hard substance he couldn't identify, but wasn't metal. His fingers worked the buckles and zippers with Jev's guidance. As he did, he began to suckle her neck, going lower as more of Jev's perfect body was revealed, his mouth sucking and kissing to her collarbone, and finally to her breasts, which were perfectly formed. As his mouth tasted them, Jev reached behind his head and let loose the tight band that bound his wavy black hair, which flowed past his shoulders. It was as black as his heart. She seductively said this, and hissed when she felt his tongue press hard on her nipples. Jev was careful not to tear his uniform as she undid the scarf, then the belt, and worked on the polished brass buttons of the outer coat. Tavington went lower, undoing Jev's belt, the buckle insignia resembling a dragon's skull with red gems for eyes. He paused to remove his frilled undershirt. Jev stared hungrily at his revealed top half, moderately toned muscles making themselves known and slightly shining with sweat amongst a few black hairs. This done, he kissed Jev again and shivered when he felt her hands on his bare torso, pressing and sliding down, sending a rush of heat to his aroused cock. "Ungh" he grunted, pulling away and lightly tugging at his britches, looking to Jev to see if she wanted to go further. Roughly she grabbed his hair and pulled him back down on top of her. He raised his head to see her face. "Don't look" she said, pushing his head to face the side of the tent. It's a good thing Tavington remembered to shutter the lanterns when he first retired here. He sighed as Jev worked at his pants, reaching to pull them down and then allowing Tavington back up to finish the job. He did the same with her pants, and Jev could feel the eagerness of Tavington's full swollen cock pressing into her lower body. She watched it as he positioned himself in between her legs. The veins in Tavington's manhood were prominent, and made her think of his blood. He's human, so it would be red. Jev wondered what he would be like if his blood was black like hers, and like everything else about him. When he began to enter her, Jev bit his shoulder roughly, growling and telling him not to hesitate with her. Tavington more than willingly took Jev more forcefully, his savage nature becoming more apparent as she let back her head and groaned, feeling the fullness of his cock entirely inside her. She pushed into it, and he thrusted into that resistance. "Mmh! Gnh! Yes…." he moaned and panted, completely weakened by the feeling Jev's tight inner wall muscles applied to his cock, which she could see was very wet and red at this point. Tavington allowed himself to indulge in the pleasure for as long as he possibly could, holding back his climax as Jev 'forced' him into different positions. Tavington's favorite was when Jev sat upon him, his stomach to the air, and ground herself upon his cock, alternating between grinding and dropping down upon it. It was very difficult for Tavington to keep it all inside at this point, as Jev's hand went to lightly tease his balls, and lick his body. Tavington suppressed an enormous groan as he desperately whispered Jev's full name, threw back his head with his black hair flying, arching his back and finally released into Jev, his body's uncontrollable pace along with the mention of her name sending Jev flying over the edge as well.

Jev felt the colonel's warm essence spray into her body with satisfaction. She kissed him for a long time, both afraid to stop, until the sun began to creep over the horizon. When they began to hear the first soldiers rouse from their uncomfortable and patchy slumber, Tavington peeked out the edge of his tent to order a wayward private to fetch him water for his bath. It was an uncommon privilege to have in a royal army encampment, but the colonel managed to earn the small perk over time with his victories. As of late, however, the generals were not too impressed with him. Jev helped him find his discarded britches, which were not wrinkled despite his hasty handling of them last night. While he dressed in those and the frilled undershirt, Jev hid inside a large trunk filled with weapons. She could peer outside through the keyhole. When the private returned dragging many buckets of water in his wake, Tavington smirked at his struggling. He stepped aside to let the boy pass. "Set them over there, one by one. Make haste! Morning muster is fast approaching and if I miss it, I guarantee this will be the last muster you will ever be awake to attend." Jev suppressed a giggle. The Butcher is in a very dangerous mood this morning. she thought to herself. "Now serve the king proudly and pour them in." Tavington ordered. The private obeyed, moving as fast as he could. When he finished, Tavington dismissed him and he ran out. Jev emerged from inside the chest. "Well, if it isn't my greatest treasure of all?" Tavington teased. "A treasure worth keeping, I might add." Jev said. Tavington watched her as she warmed his bath with discreet breaths of indigo flames that originated from a dark furnace somewhere deep inside her throat. Jev continued until the water began to steam, and ran her hands across his shoulders as Tavington eased himself into the water with a moan of satisfaction. She knelt behind his head and kissed his neck. He leaned his head back and she kissed him. He started to rub himself with one hand while the other felt around a table for a bar of soap. When Jev knocked it into the water, she picked it up and began to wash him. She dragged the bar slowly along his upper chest, reaching down and then putting some in his hair. When the bugle sounded for the five minute warning, Tavington went under completely, scrubbing his head and everywhere else before jumping out wet and naked. Jev took a moment to admire her love before throwing him a towel that was white enough to compliment his black hair. He redressed completely, Jev taking notice of how sexy his ass looked in those tight fitting pants. He knelt to the ground as Jev put back his hair, kissing him every few seconds as she also took in his scent. It was intoxicating, for a human. So dangerous, was he. Tavington rose to leave, Jev backing up towards the other end of the tent, until all he could see of her was her lightning blue and yellow eyes and that smile of hers with the serrated jaw that reminded him of his own power.