Married to the Dragon

by Selina Coffey

  “Thank you for coming, Salvador, it must have been a long flight for you. Enjoy your own rest and I will see you tomorrow. Good night.” Mira smiled as she shut the door, wondering if the man really intended to marry her. He must be used to dating models and movie stars; women like her would be too plain for him. Maybe he felt duty-bound to the clan?

  Turning off the lights in the house and walking through to the bedroom, Mira considered whether she could really take part in such a marriage. Yes, the man was beautiful to look at but could she stay in a marriage where she was always wondering if her husband would stray to find more beautiful women? She knew she couldn’t and dismissed her attraction to him, telling herself she was going to follow him to Mexico to see what she could discover about her own past, but that was as far as it would go. Marriage, affairs, and things of that nature would just have to be ignored. Clicking the bedside light off, Mira closed her eyes, falling quickly into a sleep filled with sleek black fur and emerald-green eyes that glinted in the darkness.

  Chapter Three

  “We’re going to start in northern Mexico Mira; we had trade routes that used to bring us up here, and this is where most of the clan members are settled now, but we’ll go down towards the Yucatan in a few days. Up here the land is more arid but a long time ago it wasn’t. The Yucatan, as you’d expect, is more tropical.” The small plane banked as the pilot brought them over the runway, aiming for the landing strip at a private airport Salvador had chartered for them. The man appeared to have some money.

  Salvador had arranged her paperwork, organized a flight, and prepared everything so that Mira could focus on settling up things at work to take another month of leave, and then prepare for the flight. The whole process had taken less than 48 hours, and now she was getting her first glimpse of a Mexican city. She was a little surprised she felt no connection to the place. Mira’s whole past, her family history, had been shrouded in mystery, and now it was all being laid bare for her. She suspected that’s why she loved history so much, delving into the past might reveal something of her own history, in an odd kind of way. Now, however, she was intrigued by the place they were flying into but she didn’t feel a connection.

  Salvador managed to quickly maneuver them out of the airport and into a waiting car. The driver packed away the bags and had them on their way quicker than any other trip through on airport Mira had experienced before. She watched out her window as a mixture of really expensive housing and cheaper housing passed her by with a few businesses passing between them. She was rather tired by now and laid her head back against the car seat, wanting to just rest her eyes for a moment, but too excited to keep her eyes closed for long. The car stopped at a gated compound before sliding past the opening gates. Mira’s eyes widened as she saw the house they were going into. House, she thought, more like a palace! White and almond stucco presented a cool façade on the three-story sprawling abode that could house an entire rugby team or three. The house was beautiful with cast iron detailing and scrollwork in the stucco.

  She walked into the place, hoping her jaw had shut by now, and followed a maid to her room. Salvador took her hand before she went into the room and pointed to a door just down the hall.

  “That one is my room, over there; if you need me just call me. Here’s a phone I set up for you to use here in Mexico as well, it’s all in English so you should be alright to use it. Call me or come to the door, whatever you wish. I’ll be back in about an hour and we’ll go down for dinner alright?”

  Mira could only smile and shake her head. Exhaustion was settling in and she wanted a bath and a nap. She wasn’t sure why she was so tired; the flight was long, but that didn’t usually bother her too much. She slipped into the bubbles of the bath the maid drew for her and relaxed, wondering what was coming next. She fell asleep there and slept the rest of the night through after the maid picked her out of the water and put her back into bed. She had her first real restful sleep in days, a quiet sleep that was boring compared with the ones she’d been having lately.

  Over the next few days, Mira met her grandparent’s family members; aunts, uncles, and cousins she’d never known existed, were crawling up out of the woodwork. They all immediately accepted her and treated her as though she had always been a part of them, of their lives, and she started to feel like she really did have a clan, after all. The days were filled with exploring the city, shopping, and lots of eating, and the nights were filled with learning about her family history. The elders of the clan told stories to the younger generations, and Mira listened as though she were one of the children.

  One night the women gathered her up, speaking to her in Spanish that she was still having a hard time grasping, because they spoke so quickly, and took her out to the desert. A fire was lit and the men had their own circle, about 500 feet away. The women brought her a drink, and encouraged her to take a sip. She was thirsty and wanted more of the delicious nectar but the woman took the small bowl from her, telling her too much would make her sick.

  The woman began to sing then, as the men began to play beautifully crafted but odd instruments, things Mira had never seen before, and Mira watched the heavens as a languid feeling began to take over her body. She felt as if she was sinking into her own skin and smiled as she let her body relax back into the cooling sand. She turned her head to the group of men, knowing Salvador was there because he was the tallest man in the group, and watched as small plants began to sprout from the desert floor.

  The plants quickly became tall plants with flowers and fruits weighing down their limbs. Trees unlike any she’d ever seen before began to grow and the moonlight illuminated a variety of animals resting on their branches, safe from the creatures that inhabited the jungle floor. Mira did not find any of this strange; she simply felt happy that she was witnessing such a lovely event.

  Then time seemed to speed up, and the days sped into night within the blink of an eye; people came and went, until the scenes before her eyes slowed down and a tall building grew out of the forest. She saw two people on top of a temple, speaking in a language that she’d never heard but somehow knew. Standing in the shadows of the temple she didn’t wonder how she got there, she just watched as the couple reached to the heavens imploringly then quickly turned into Panthers. Mira knew she was witnessing the birth of the were-people and watched as their lives played out before her. The couple appeared to be Salvador and herself, but the woman had the black hair of the indigenous people.

  She watched, through lifetime after lifetime, as the civilization rose, then fell under the weight of rival civilizations and a growing famine. She watched as the desert encroached and the city in the jungle disappeared, blown away with time. The use of the building materials for other purposes saw the blocks removed or simply buried, until the city was finally nothing more than the spot she sat in now.

  In the desert she saw Salvador shift, coming to her with the slow sensual gait all big cats possess. He nuzzled her face with his own, rubbing himself along her now lean, fur-covered body. Mira followed as she ran up the steps of the temple that now appeared again before her eyes, torches lighting the way up the steps until she reached the top. A slab rested there, lit by the torches and she rested on it, shifting back into human form as Salvador took his place above her.

  “We are the chosen ones, Mira; we have to ensure our people can carry on. We shall make a child here, tonight, that will lead our people out of the darkness, into a place where they are safe and will live long into the future.” His lips brushed hers then, making her forget the hard feel of the stone slab beneath her as she lost herself in Salvador’s body, or the oddness of the words he spoke.

  Mira sat up, wanting to touch his skin finally, and ran her fingers over his tattoo, noting the skin felt the same as the rest of his skin, like silk stretched over his muscles, bones, and sinew. She ran her hands down his shoulders, across his well-muscled back, and down to grasp his tight buttocks, just below the dimples in his back. She squeezed the tight
muscles, encouraging him forward as he deepened the kiss, wanting to feel his hard length against her own soft body.

  As the kiss continued, Mira moaned, feeling her excitement rise as Salvador’s hands roamed her body. He broke away to kiss down her long smooth neck, and she leaned back so he could have better access. Her legs dangled from the slab she was on, but she wrapped them around his slim waist as his tongue slid down the skin of her throat, to her dark, carmine colored left nipple. Her breath caught in her throat as his lips slid over the bud and his teeth grazed the sensitive skin.

  Salvador moaned against her skin and the vibration sent shivers straight up her spine and into her brain. Mira spread her legs wider as Salvador moved down her body, exploring her smooth skin slowly in her trance reality. Mira didn’t even stop to wonder if this was really happening or just a trance; she just wanted to experience Salvador’s passion. His lips brushed her just below the indentation of her belly button and she tensed, not sure if the feeling tickled her or was pleasurable. He quickly moved lower, letting his tongue lead the way.

  Mira’s eyes rolled up to the sky as Salvador’s mouth intruded into her most secret parts. There were billions of stars she’d never seen before, and she could actually see the Milky Way for a change. She quickly forgot the scene above her as Salvador found the spot that thrilled her the most and worked it between his teeth. His tongue flicked against her once softly, then roughly as he let his entire tongue rasp along her clit and her eyes opened wide again, her back arching as a shooting star flew over them both. She followed the star, flying into the heavens where pleasure made her body spasm and her voice ring out.

  Salvador did not let her rest, instead he kissed her again as the pleasure ebbed and her breathing slowed. He stroked her tongue with his own. She could taste herself there and sucked his tongue, wanting to get every last drop of her from his mouth. Moving her hands up his neck, she urged him to continue, to make the kiss last longer. As their tongues swirled together, Mira felt the head of his cock at her entrance, slowly nudging into her. She thrust her hips up, her feet pressing into the stone slab, wanting all of him inside her quickly but didn’t break her mouth away from his. She loved the feel of his lips and the taste of him far too much to let go.

  Salvador broke away from her lips; however, to stare into her eyes as he moved within her. Salvador slowed the thrust of hips against her own, watching her face as he slid into her with slow even movements. Mira could see he was watching and knew he was waiting for something but did not know what. She slowed her own movements in response, watching him the same as he watched her and slowly, ever so slowly, awareness came back to her.

  They weren’t on the top of a temple, there were no torches, and the people that had brought them there were all gone. She wasn’t even on a stone slab; she was cushioned and cradled by the sand of the desert, the blanket beneath her protecting her skin from abrasion. Confused, she tried to sit up, but Salvador gently pushed her back down. Her movements shifted his cock inside of her and she tensed, looking up at him. They were really having sex! She wasn’t sure what to make of that, but she did know she didn’t want to stop. This might be the only chance she had at having him and she was going to take it.

  “Salvador?” Mira asked, moving her hand up to touch his beard covered face. She ran her fingers through the facial hair and up into his hair line, loving how the long locks hung down into her face. His hair was thick, dark, and silky between her fingers.

  “It’s okay, Mira; I’ll stop if you want me to.” Salvador spoke to her gently. “The spirit world sometimes takes us to places we weren’t exactly expecting to go.”

  “No,” she said uncertainly, then more strongly, “no, I don’t want you to stop. I want to spend the rest of the night out here with you, under this sky. Don’t stop.”

  She pulled his face back down to her own, wanting this one night at least, and determined to fill her memory with his taste, his smell, his feel, and his voice. Who knew what the future held for her, but she was going to ensure she had this memory carved into her brain before letting him go again.

  Making a noise and shifting, she indicated to him that she wanted to have him beneath her and she took her time, climbing over him to settle in just the right spot. She kissed his lips, his neck, his own dark-brown nipples, before sliding down to take him into her mouth. She sucked his cock, loving the taste of her own body mixed with his. She did not stay there long, however, Mira simply wanted the taste of him in her mouth for now, too greedy to let him simply cum in her mouth and be on his way. No, she wanted to feel him between her thighs, to feel his body pushing up into hers.

  She shifted her position, kneeling in just the right way so that she could guide his hard cock into her wet folds. Then she sank down onto him, enjoying the friction and feel of him stretching her wider than she’d ever felt before. Mira’s breath caught as she finally rested her ass against his hips. She squeezed her inner muscles and let a dirty laugh loose as he sucked in his own breath. She was so tight around him, she could feel him pulsing inside of her and knew he had to be able to feel her own movements around him.

  Salvador placed his hands on her hips, letting her set the pace as he contributed his own movements in time with hers. Mira quickly lost herself to the pleasure, her knees aching slightly, but she ignored the pain as the pleasure between her thighs rose. When she leaned back his cock hit just the right spot, and she refused to move from that position until she was panting, unable to form words. As her second orgasm scorched through her body, Mira momentarily wondered if her contracting pussy was hurting him but let the thought drift away as Salvador gave a guttural groan that set her off again.

  The sound he made could have been confusion, it could have been pain, but from the way he gripped her ass and pulled her tighter to his body, she knew it was pleasure. She rode him faster then, letting the friction of her own movements pull him with her to oblivion.

  Mira sank to the ground beside him when she’d caught her breath, wondering what would come next. For now she wanted to nap, to stare up at the stars, to suck on his beautiful cock some more, all at the same time. Salvador moved to his side, facing Mira, and kissed her. Smiling he sat watching her and slowly her eyes closed, and she slept there with him, in the desert with the Milky Way shining bright above them.

  Chapter Four

  “Your name is Julia? Why should that matter to me?” Mira asked as the beautiful woman before her swept haughtily around the room, fanning the sheer fabric of part of her skirt around her dramatically as she paced. Mira and Salvador had come back to the house early that morning, sleeping in Salvador’s room until Salvador rose to go take care of some business for the day. Mira could still feel his touch on her skin, the brush of his beard across her nipples, and she blushed just thinking about it.

  Salvador had made her feel like she was beautiful for the first time in her life. No man had ever made her feel like that. Some had made her feel special for a moment or two but most wandered away when the next woman caught their attention. She’d learned to take men or leave them but Salvador was different. He was considerate, making sure she was comfortable and happy, he made her laugh, and he listened to her opinions. He appreciated that she was educated and they’d spent a lot of time discussing historical eras and occurrences. He really was the man of her dreams.

  “Pardon me? Mira is it? Well, Mira I have some things you need to know if you’ll stop daydreaming about Salvador for five minutes.” The woman rudely interrupted. Looking at her, she was the kind of nympho Mira would expect Salvador to date but she had no idea who the woman was. She had that blonde hair color that was mixed with other shades that shouted ‘expensive, time consuming, and self-absorption’ to Mira. Her makeup was flawless and would have done a porn queen proud. The body revealed by what amounted to lingerie, that the woman apparently considered clothing, must have been a plastic surgeon’s crowning achievement with breasts and an ass that were not humanly possible but still somehow attr
active.

  “Let me guess? You’re Salvador’s lover and you’re here to reclaim him from frumpy little old me? Is this the part where I’m supposed to run off and turn into you so that I can win him back? Because I can tell you this much honey, if he wanted you, he’d be with you. Not with me. But just to be fair, how about I go home for a little while and we’ll see how this works out? I can tell you before you start, you can’t tell me anything that I haven’t told myself before and if Salvador wants me, he has to prove it. I know he’s the next pack leader and has to produce an heir; I know we were contracted to marry at an early age. I also know you’re the type of dream woman he deserves. But sometimes, sometimes honey, us fat chicks win, so if you don’t mind, take your hooker looking ass on out the door so I can pack, okay? And honestly, I hope you catch syphilis.” Completely and totally astonished at the venom she’d just unleashed on the woman, Mira showed her the door, and shut it quietly as the woman flounced out with a sour look on her face. I bet she looks like she’s 50 in two more years, Mira thought to herself as she smiled and walked out of another door that lead to her bedroom.

  Sure, she could play the part of the broken-hearted fat chick and go home dismal and alone to eat herself into tighter pants, but not this time. She had a chance, an opportunity as one of the children of the Jaguar Clan, and she was going to make sure Salvador understood what this chance meant as well. They had a real chance at love here, a chance to do something for their clan, and she was going to walk away from it now to make sure they both had their cards laid out on the table where no mistakes could be made. She wasn’t going to live her life worrying if he was cheating, she was going to live it knowing he was happy with her or live without him altogether. He had to know the same thing about her.