by Stella Cassy
It feels good but I’m a greedy warrior and my dragon is insistent that I fill her with my seed. Looking down into her eyes, I’m shocked at the words that come out of her mouth.
“I know this sounds weird, but a little voice in the back of my head is telling me to spread my legs and make myself available for mating.”
Pulling her close as the mister pops on, neutralizing the cleansing foam, my chest constricts. “It is my dragon. The filthy beast is encouraging me to fuck you until you can’t walk properly.”
“That’s real cute. You call your alter ego your dragon.”
“Every Drakon has an inner dragon. It’s the last tangible link to our dragon heritage. The sad bastard is continually frustrated, for dragons do not mate in their fighting form and I rule in my humanoid form.”
Her face scrunches up into a delightfully pensive expression. “That sounds a bit like I’m getting a two for one deal.”
“Be glad I am a raider and not a nobleman, lest you would be required to follow a strict gifting protocol, involving a gift a day for a complete year.”
“Don’t try to distract me with cultural trivia. I thought your fighting form was the Drakon term for battle armor.”
“The Drakon are shapeshifters. Some few beings in the verse can shift into different forms to mimic the appearance of others. However, the Drakon shift only between our human and dragon forms. In ancient times we shifted into our more resilient dragon form to fight. Now, we have ships and shields to protect our soft humanoid form, so that is no longer necessary.”
The dryer clicks on and a burst of warm hair hits our bodies from all sides. Moving back from her is the only way the dryer can do its job properly. Since I already know what she must be wondering, the answer to her unspoken question comes to my lips unbidden. “Because I marked you with my bite, you can now sense my dragon’s wishes. Do not fear, for you are now the center of our world.”
We stand staring at each other for a brief moment. Truth be told, there is no fear on my new mate’s face. There is adoration, genuine affection and no small amount of heat but thankfully, no fear. She seems awe struck by learning of my fighting form. Preening a bit, I ask, “You accept us?”
Leaning her shoulders back onto the now dry wall, she displays her delicious nude form for me to admire. All her glorious marks are on display. It’s an erotic pose and what can only be interpreted as an offering of herself to me. My gaze wanders over her pert breasts. Her pink nipples are drawn into sharp points and I can smell her arousal. The intoxicating aroma reminds me of the taste of her on my tongue. I leash my rutting beast, forcing myself not to jump on her in the heat of the moment.
Instead I blurt out something nonsensical, “Are you well, my sweet?” That was stupid. Of course she is well. The female is naked and in my arms after all.
The sound of her sultry voice reaches out to me. “I’m still wet.”
In the heat of the moment, I realize my desire is to own her mind, body and soul. Therefore, I ask enticingly, “Shall I run the drying sequence again?” My response is what some beings call playing hard to get. It infuriates my dragon, but I’m having the time of my life.
Shaking her head slightly, I now know she is playing her own mating game with me. It’s nearly impossible to keep my warrior’s face in place. Grasping my thick cock in one hand, I give it a long, rough stoke. “It’s your lucky day. I’m offering dragon rides for the fantastically low price of just ten credits.”
Giggling, she does her best to respond indignantly, “That’s an outrageous sum, sir. I wouldn’t pay more than a credit for the privilege.”
Wrapping my caudal around the bottom of her leg, I find myself enjoying our little game. “Since you’ve been such a loyal and dedicated mate, how about I give you a special deal?”
Running one hand over her stomach and down over her delicious mound, she inquires demurely, “What did you have in mind, sir?”
If she calls me sir one more time, my cock is going to explode all on its own. She’s good at playing sexy games. My eyes travel from the mound she’s gently caressing with one small hand back up her pale body to her pretty face. My love is smiling, happy and thoroughly aroused. This jaded dragon’s heart is filled to overflowing with pure joy at the knowledge that I put that look on her face.
Pointing my dick straight at her, I make a brazen offer. “I’ll give you the first ride for free and you can pay for the rest with kisses.”
Her face lights up. “Now that sounds like a bargain. A woman would have to be crazy to turn down such a generous deal.”
Stepping forward, I release my caudal from around her leg. “Hop on before my dragon has a complete mental breakdown.”
“I don’t think he understands mating games.”
“Lucky for us, I enjoy them immensely.”
“I can see that.” Literally climbing my body, she laughs. I help by lifting her into place. Wrapping one arm around her, I barely notice that my wings are not working properly. Rubbing my fingers against her soft folds I hiss, “You weren’t fucking joking about being wet. It won’t take long to prepare you for my cock.” I’m dreaming of putting my mouth where my fingers are but she’s having none of that today.
“Forget preparing. I’m ready now.” When I hesitate, she flexes her legs around my hips and whispers breathlessly, “I’m dying to feel you inside me.”
Hearing my eager female practically begging for my cock speaks to me as a male, forcing me to give the pretty little brooder exactly what she wants. She’s clinging to my neck, kissing and nibbling everywhere her mouth can reach and is more turned on than I can ever remember her being. Her legs are locked around my hips and she’s grinding herself against me in the most sensual manner imaginable.
My dragon demands I fill her with our seed. Since no male alive could resist such advances, Tarion of the Hielsrane can do nothing but give into his demands. Plunging into her warm, wet body feels like coming home. I could almost enjoy the moment if it weren’t for my dragon’s insistent inane ramblings that I take her, breed her and fill her with our seed. He’s envisioning tiny dragons flying about, and me? I’m just trying to enjoy my fierce, loyal human brooder.
I succumb to mindless lust at long last, reveling in all that my human mate has to offer. Who would have thought that a soft human body could provide such copious amounts of pleasure? Having heard such tales about her kind, I half thought them to be idle gossip or hype to increase the price of humans. Now I know better. The allure of a human is not to be underestimated, for when they love, it is with their entire being. They hold nothing back.
I love the way she clings to me, breathless and thrilled I am inside her. She is not stingy with her words, breathlessly telling me how good I feel between ragged, throaty moans. All I can think of is provoking more sexy verbalizations from her with my cock. Before, there was always a fear lurking in the back of mind that she would one day abandon me. This is no longer the case. When she comes screaming my name, it speaks to my soul in ways I can’t quite comprehend. Unable to hold back when her body locks down around me, my hot seed shoots deep inside her precious body. We relax slightly, melting into each other. This is what mating should be, it’s what I spent my entire existence.
Her voice sounds softly in my ear. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I am much better than okay. How about yourself?”
“That was the best sex of my entire life, even counting the time you tied me up.”
Images of her bound and writhing against me as fuck her rise in my mind. Pulling back slightly, I stare down into her lovely face. “I’m not nearly finished with you yet, sweetling.”
Locking her legs around me tighter, her expression turns heated again. “I like the sound of that. Your dragon is whispering that you can do that at least three more times before resting.”
I bark out a hoarse laugh as my hand slips up to grasp the back of her head. She stretches her neck, exposing the soft column of her throat. It’s a submissive po
se that thrills both my dragon and I. “He’s got a big mouth, but he’s not wrong.” Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, I feel myself get hard inside her again.
His eyes get perfectly round with surprise. Trying not to appear smug and probably failing miserably, I flex my hips. “If you want another ride, you have to pay the fare.”
When her lips find mine, I’m glad to be a dragon warrior in the prime of his life. It means I can look forward to my beautiful brooder riding my cock for many years to come. We know bliss again and this time my inner dragon and I are on the same page. The one where nefarious raiders enjoy their undeserved happily ever after, while their younglings flint about playing childish games with one another. I can see it all in mind’s eye and it warms me all the way down to my bones.
Epilogue
Matilda
Ten Years Later
I have the worst life imaginable for a young Drakon. People roll their eyes when I tell them all about it, but it’s true. They don’t understand how tough it is to be trapped on my parent’s ship, watching all the action from the sidelines when I’m ready to claim my share of the fortune and glory.
My parents get to roam the galaxy exploring to their heart’s content. Their life is filled with one thrilling adventure after another. They’ve battled it out with every species they come across, proving their superiority in every conceivable way. And me? I’m sitting on the sidelines, watching them fill their strongholds with unimaginable riches.
Sure, I’ll admit that I’m dripping in rare gemstones and my father has worked with me to establish a collection of weapons second only to his own. My quarters are overflowing with the things most of my peers can only dream about. The problem is they were all gifts, taken in battle by real warriors. There is one undeniable truth among our people. If someone gives you a gemstone, it’s worth the going rate of the gemstone and nothing more. However, if you kick their ass and take the gemstone, it’s a war trophy, and that makes it priceless and worthy of a real collection.
The cold hard fact is, none of the rare and beautiful items decorating my personal space matter in the real world. I’m a Drakon with no collection of my own and it really sucks. My fondest dreams are the ones where I cast aside my richly embroidered cloak, shuck all my worldly possessions and strike out on my own with only my trusty dagger at my side. Carving out my own destiny is my one and only goal and I’m chomping at the bit to slip away from my parents and enjoy some real freedom.
Uncle Lehar says I need to learn patience. He’s told me all the stories about how my sire rescued my mother from a derelict and they fought off the Pax Alliance to keep her from being enslaved again. I have to admit those are some hilarious stories. Our healer even told me about how my scaly old sire though he’d contracted some bizarre alien virus, but it just turned out to be love. Old people are not very smart. Who cares about love anyway?
Glancing over my shoulder, I see my tiny human mother sitting in his lap yet again. She’s playing with his long black hair and they’re having an absurd conversation about having wings grafted onto her body so they can fly together. Even I can manage some empathy toward beings without wings, but they have to know that medical technology has not advanced to that point yet. Suddenly, a scary thought pops into my mind. The insectoids are fairly advanced. I sure hope they are not considering letting them put my mother under the knife. That would be pure insanity.
Then again, they’re both out of their minds most of the time. I’ve seen them get distracted halfway through a mission and disappear just when the battle was heating up. It’s a good thing Uncle Lehar has his head screwed on straight or we’d never get a good pillage on. He’s the only one around this blasted place that makes any sense at all.
I really should visit Uncle Lehar’s ship more often. At least his brooder knows her place. There, I’m not subjected to them swapping spit constantly. It’s too gross for words.
Turning away from my parents in disgust, I watch our newest conquest growing larger in the view screen. The blue and green world is spinning lackadaisical on its axis. It is beautiful, but more importantly, it’s filled with vast amounts of treasure, far in excess of what our combined ships can carry. My heart beats faster at the thought of our fleet capturing the conquest of a lifetime.
It’s a crying shame that I can’t be part of the first wave of invaders. They say I’m too young. Ten seasons isn’t young for a Drakon warrior. I’ve been training since I could maneuver under the power of my own wings, but my surly old sire says I have to be at least sixteen to even bring up the rear in a battle sequence. Freaking unfair, that’s what it is.
I don’t know what the heck their problem is. I haven’t come into my hormones yet, so I’m not capable of transforming into my fighting form. I’ve seen my father’s fighting form many times. Each time was awe inspiring. He even let me ride on his back as he soared through the air a few times. There is no freedom in the world like flying so high in the sky. My wings could never take me that far in my humanoid form.
I can hear my dragon grumbling sometimes and I wish she would hurry and wake up. Waiting around and watching everyone else touch the sky and claim their glory is getting on my last nerve.
Moving forward onto all fours, I quietly flex my muscles, trying to force my dragon to wake up. In my mind’s eye, she slowly rolls over and opens one eye. I’m so thrilled that my skin is tingling with excitement.
My father’s voice sounds off behind me. “I know what you are trying to do, Mattie. You can’t force your dragon into awareness. It doesn’t work that way.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I mimic his dark and dangerous tone. “For you, perhaps it didn’t work that way. However, I am a Drakon female.”
My younger brother, Drael snorts a laugh and my other siblings snicker. Naturally, I ignore their childish behavior. Drael is only eight. The others are all under five and have barely been off the ship. I turn my head forward and mutter under my breath. “You know nothing about what I’m capable of, sire.”
My mother sounds amused. “I know that you’re going to be grounded to your room of a thousand meaningless treasures if you don’t be respectful to your father.”
It annoys me that she’s using the same phrase I do to disparage my luxurious quarters. However, I have no wish to risk her displeasure. Though human brooders are as rare as they are weak, my mother is fierce. I’ve seen her kill two fully armed Pralorian warriors with little more than her dull dinner knife. “Yes, mam. When are we attacking the blue planet?”
My parents look at each other.
Turning back to inspect the new planet, I murmur, “It doesn’t look intimidating. I could probably invade this world with a few warriors and have it wrapped in a few days.”
Naturally, my father throws cold water all over my short-sighted observation. “You are not of an age to battle, daughter. By the time you come into your fighting form, you may no longer wish to follow in our footsteps.”
I can’t help but laugh. “There’s a fat chance of that happening, you crusty old claw.”
My mother clears her throat. It’s a subtle warning.
“Sorry, sire. I only meant that I can’t imagine myself becoming a diplomat, a healer or anything quite so boring. I’m a warrior born of warriors. You’ll see.”
“When the time comes, I will see you gain experience with an eye to getting your own ship. Would that please you, my daughter?”
“You know it would. I’ll make you proud.”
“Tarion of the Hielsrane expects nothing less from his eldest child.” Looking down into my mother’s upturned face, he cups the side of her face with one hand. “Do you recognize this world, my sweet?”
“There is something familiar in the swirl of the oceans.”
Glancing up at the screen, he sighs. “It is a beautiful world.”
Gazing at it as it grows larger by the micron, she responds absently, “It’s easily the most beautiful world we’ve ever encountered.”
A sus
picion flies into my head and takes root. “Yeah, but we’re still attacking it, right?” My words are met with silence from my parents as my younger siblings all line up to gape at the new planet.
Drael whispers, “I don’t think they’re listening to you.”
“Hey, old people. We are still attacking this planet, right? I don’t see any reason to forgo pillaging vast riches just because the world is cute and all.”
I get no answer.
“Are the two of you even listening to me?”
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Lara
A warning beep from my clutch reminded me that my minimum schmoozing time was over five minutes ago. Behind the six-foot movie poster of a purple and orange alien looming over me dressed in a tiara and gown, I propped my elbows on the steel and glass balcony of the penthouse, tipping my head back and breathing deeply for the first time since I arrived at the party. The stars winked down at me from an unusually clear L.A. sky. In forty-five minutes, I would be neck deep in bath foam to kick off my pre-shoot ritual.
“Found you.” My director stuck his ruddy face around the poster and guffawed. He held out one of two highball glasses. “Just for you.”
“I don’t really drink.” I dropped my phone into my purse and then slipped my fingers into the four rings at the top, snapping it shut.
“Top-shelf is an exception, certainly.” He blew his boozy breath into my face while he pressed the glass into my hand.
“Thanks.”
He clinked his glass against mine. “We finally snagged Lara Abernathy for our leading lady.”
“I was hoping for an opportunity to work with you.” A line, straight out of my last movie. I smiled and looked him in his eyes and counted: one thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three, the way my agent had suggested when she first signed me. “You come off as unapproachable, love, and I don’t want you to miss out on key parts,” she had said.
