by Viiola Grace
When they were positioned to his satisfaction, he bent his head again to her mouth. He started in surprise however when her tail wrapped around his waist and began to stroke his erection. Her hands stroked his back, shoulders, wings, buttocks and the base of his tail. He hadn’t imagined that it was so sensitive. One touch had him gasping with sensations shooting through his pelvis and straight to his groin.
Lia set up a firm massage at the base of his tail, and as his hips began to convulsively move forward, she wrapped her legs around his waist and used her tail to brace herself. With a sudden move she impaled herself on him, and he once again lost control of his wings. The moist heat wrapping around him drove all conscious thought out of his mind. Instead of panicking, Lia merely stopped moving and waited for Marcus to regain control. When he had pulled out of the dive, she once again set to driving herself up and down on his member. He timed the movement of his wings to the movement of his hips and steadily began to rise toward the full moon as he got closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
When his release came, he reached down between their heaving bodies and firmly rubbed the nub of sensation at the top of her mound. With a guttural cry his back arched and he spilled his seed within her, and with a keening screech she joined him.
At the moment of completion, both Lia and Marcus had nothing on their minds aside from the fireworks exploding behind their eyes. Their muscles were locked and their backs were arched and they were dropping like stones to the ground. The cool rushing of air finally penetrated the stupor in which they found themselves, and as one they extended their wings to begin a circling glide to the ground. Lia uncoupled herself and flipped over into the air, surprised to see that the surface had come up to meet her, and very surprised to see that it was water.
The splash was tremendous and when she surfaced she noticed Marcus hovering nearby, dry as a bone.
“So, my dear, what did you think of your first flying lesson?” A smile was plastered on his face, which rapidly turned to alarm as Lia lunged up to grab his tail and pull him under.
As he spluttered to the surface and saw the playful look in her eyes, he knew that the trauma of the first change had now been replaced by a pleasurable experience for her. Never again would she fear her own warrior form.
Marcus began to smile as he treaded water. Now to get her to make a full transformation into a dragon, what an evening that would be, and how high would they have to go to avoid a collision with the ground in that form?
Chapter 7
Marcus stretched out luxuriously on the bed, his arms reaching into the covers to find his mate and greet her with early morning intimacy. His arms swept her side of the bed and came up empty…again.
“Damn it! What does she think she is doing?” He swung out of bed and donned his clothing, storming out of their chamber and down the hall to the babies’ room. He flung the door open, and met the startled gaze of the nurses who were just settling the little darlings down after their feeding.
“Where is she?” His voice was moderated and controlled, but the nurses still quivered at the obvious bad temper that the lord of the manor was exhibiting.
“She just left, sir. She fed the little ones and then said she had something she had to do, just like yesterday and the day before, milord.” The elder of the pair took it upon herself to inform the lord of his lady’s activities, and her voice grew stronger as she continued.
“She said that she had to get a surprise ready for the naming, and that you would see her at lunch. I don’t know where she went, milord, it is a large keep after all.” Her chin went up a notch as if she were preparing herself to be blasted by his temper.
Marcus moved into the room and stood thoughtfully gazing at his offspring. The first pair of twins in the last fifteen hundred years of recorded dragon births. For delivering the healthy little tykes into his hands, he was willing to let Lia have her secrets, but he would put an end to her sneaking out of his bed before he had a chance to show his appreciation for the little miracles. With gentle hands he picked up and rocked each of his children in turn, depositing them back in their little beds after giving each a sweet kiss on the forehead.
“The little ones need to be changed,” was his parting comment to the nursemaids as he turned and left the room as suddenly as he had entered.
When he reached the main dining hall and had settled into his breakfast, he continued to think about Lia and the changes that she had wrought in his life. Her wardrobe had to be replaced every three weeks or so, for she seemed to have no urge to deport herself like a lady. Her work in the hospice had resumed as soon as she had been able to part herself from her babies for a length of time longer than one hour, and he had to adapt his schedule to her being called into practice in the middle of the night. Now she was disappearing in the morning as well.
“What in the five hells is she up to?” he muttered to himself. His temper had cooled with his ardor, and he was beginning to be consumed with an uncharacteristic curiosity.
“Milord, the council members are arriving, and so is your family,” an exceedingly nervous guardsman skidded into the dining hall out of breath and flushed.
“About time,” Marcus muttered to himself, this would keep Lia from haring off to who knows where in the keep. He grinned to himself, picturing his mate and his mother in the same room; damn, this was going to be entertaining.
Marcus rose from the table and climbed the stairs to the roof. Gazing out over the open vista he saw his family and one vaguely familiar shape rapidly approaching. He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Rifal trotting towards him.
“Has Lia been told that the guests are arriving?”
“Yes, Milord.”
“I am assuming that she is on her way then,” Marcus prompted as Rifal fell silent.
“Uh…. I believe so, Milord, umm she was a little vague on the time of her arrival.” Rifal met his lord’s gaze and the color slowly rose in his face. “I think that she will be here presently.” The elf was turning an interesting shade of fuchsia.
Marcus turned abruptly from his minion as the door to the keep sprang open and Lia arrived. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at her appearance, and it was glaringly obvious where she had been.
The bodice of her gown was soaked with water and was stained with blood from her early work in the hospice, and what was left of the skirt had been severely charred. She had been in the smithy again. Her face was glowing with residual heat from the forge, and her hair was darkened with soot and plastered to her skull.
Marcus was surprised at himself for becoming aroused at the sight of her in this state and then remembered that this was how she had appeared to him the first time he had met her.
Grinning slightly, he extended his hand to her “Are you prepared to meet our guests, my love?”
Her face responded with a rueful smile at his amusement as she took his hand and faced the incoming dragons. “Are you ready for them to meet me, my love?”
He gave a bark of laughter. “I wasn’t ready to meet you, and look at what has become of me. I can only hope that they fare as well in your grace as I did.”
She focused her attention on the councilor’s landing and replied out of the corner of her mouth, “good answer.”
The councilor stepped forward and shifted into human form. He bowed deeply from the waist and introduced himself as Thoran of the high council of dragons. He was honored to be chosen for this great event and would endeavor to provide the documentation of the formalities to the best of his ability.
As he finished his speech he rose from his formal bow and looked Marcus directly in the eye. “Congratulations, my friend, I never thought that I would be attending a naming with your offspring attached!”
“Thoran…I had no idea that you had decided to join the council. Welcome.” Marcus strode forward and clasped hands with his friend who pulled him into a bear hug that lifted him off of the ground.
“Put me down, you jackass! “ As
he struggled for release, Lia watched fascinated. This was the first time she had seen him with a casual friend; she could hardly wait to watch him with his family.
A jarring thud brought everyone’s attention around. The rest of the guests had arrived. As they changed into human form Lia recognized them by Marcus’ description of them. His brothers, Rhys and Devin, and his sister, Shayr, all had their father’s—Sirius’-- coloring, Marcus favored his mother, Ki.
Marcus greeted them all and then turned to introduce them to his mate. Lia braced herself for any reaction she could imagine, but was still surprised to find herself caught up in a five-dragon hug, with phrases of “Welcome to the family” and “I always wanted a sister”. This last was from Rhys who received an elbow in the ribs from Shayr for his sense of humor.
After the hug and the siblings beating on each other was over Ki took Lia aside, looked her up and down and said in a ringing voice, ”My dear, what have you been up to? You look like hell, is my Marcus so stingy as to dress you in rags?”
As Marcus left Lia to explain her hobbies, he escorted Thoran and the rest of the family to the guestrooms. As he left Sirius in the chambers that he had assigned to his parents he was asked, “Are you sure that you should have left her with your mother? Ki takes some getting used to as you know.”
Marcus merely smiled and said, “If she can’t deal with Mother, then she isn’t the woman I thought she was. Lunch is in one hour.”
When Lia entered the main dining hall for lunch, her mate almost choked on his beverage. His feisty-blacksmith-healer mate was dressed in gauzy silks and looked like a doll. Ki stood by, looking proud of herself and Shayr brought up the rear, laughing her head off.
“What the hell happened to you?” He whispered as he held her chair for her.
“Your mother.” She dropped into her chair like a lead weight and immediately reached for a glass of wine, shuddering ever so slightly.
Chapter 8
"Welcome one and all to the naming of our children!” Marcus’ voice boomed out of his chest, his wings flared in the morning sun and his tail lashed in anticipation.
“Lia and I would like to thank you for coming so far for this joyous occasion, and joining us in our home.” Marcus turned to Lia, and she gave a slight bow from the waist, extending her wings to maintain her balance.
The golden gown perfectly fit her altered form, her wings projected out of the low cut back, and her skin gleamed with the color of pearl. Despite her earlier objections, the gown did fit.
Marcus and Lia walked over and took two tiny bundles from the nursemaids who were standing by.
“This is a momentous event, not just for us, but for all dragon kind. Today I am happy and proud to present our daughters; Mia and Mala. The first twin girls to be born to dragons in over three thousand years!”
With that both he and Lia took flight over the crowd of people and out into the courtyard. They passed beyond the gates and did a circuit of the town. Three times they circled the town and keep, then returned to the great hall and landed amidst the cheers of Marcus’ family and the assembled locals.
The party had begun. The children were passed from aunts to uncles to doting grandparents with barely a rest in between. Surprisingly the little darlings were completely happy to be treated like sports trophies.
While the children were being tossed about and spoiled, the parents were having duty call again. Dragon Councilor Thoran was having Lia and Marcus fill out all necessary birth and parentage records, as well as a list of possible future mates for the little ones. Lia’s full name was Amaxadahlia which sent Marcus off into gales of laughter. A swift elbow to the ribs sobered him, but he kept the grin on his face for hours. Lia swore revenge.
Females were registered with the council and their parents had to select possible suitors as soon as possible to avoid clan wars when the girls reached maturity. The girls were free to dismiss the choices of her parents, however, it kept the unsuitable warlords from attempting to press their suit for the hand of the female dragon. If registered, she was under the protection of the Dragon Council until she made her final choice.
If unregistered she was on her own, hence Marcus finding Lia in the village and pressing his suit without consulting the council. She had not been registered because her mother had not been a pure dragon, and there had been no reason to think that she would be able to make the change. In fact, if her parents and first husband had not been brutally killed in front of her, she might never have changed at all.
Once the paperwork had been done, and a courier dispatched, it was time to enjoy the party for all concerned. The dancing had started and Shayr was attracting all eyes as she swung and whirled on the dance floor with a dazzling array of partners. Her brothers stood by watchfully to make sure that it was only eyes that followed their sister, but they did not allow this duty to interfere with their own good time.
Whilst Rhys was on guard duty, Devin was flirting with female members of the local were pack.
Shayr stopped for a break and a glass of wine. Standing off to herself slightly catching her breath, she smiled in regret and shook her head as prospective partners approached for dancing.
From behind her a voice spoke out of the shadows, “You seem to be enjoying yourself this evening, have you finished any assignments for the council recently?”
She turned and melted into the shadows herself, meeting Thoran’s glowing eyes in the darkness.
“Why yes, Thoran, as a matter of fact I have. But as you are well aware, my activities are not for public discussion. You will have to petition the Elder council for information on my recent assignments.” She smiled brightly as he began to frown at her evasion. With a bobbed curtsy she turned, stepped back into the light and whirled off into the dance.
“You cannot avoid me forever, my pet.” The words were growled out of a throat almost choked with need. Just being in her vicinity aroused him, and it always had.
Thoran had been one of Shayr’s intendeds. She had chosen him and then entered the service of the council. As no breeding female could be used as an agent of the council, Shayr was granted a stay of mating, even though she had made her choice, and Thoran was left in a state of limbo. Her usefulness to the council outweighed the bonds of her new, unconsummated mate.
Technically they were a mated pair, but actually Shayr had held him off for the last fifteen years, constantly pestering the council for additional assignments. He had joined the council in an effort to keep tabs on her, but was thwarted again as her assignments moved to classified events controlled by the Elder council.
Her time was almost up. Thoran had petitioned the Elder council for the return of his mate, and he cited the recent death of several prominent dragonlords in the northern reaches area.
Their population could not endure many losses, and every new life was precious. A female could only birth one child every five to ten years, and he had allowed the council plenty of time to find a replacement for her. Now was his time and he would claim her soon, with or without council approval.
Across the hall, Sirius was keeping an eye on Thoran. He had no idea what the younger dragon would do if Shayr kept rebuffing his advances and hiding behind the council, but he wanted to be nearby if the councillor needed his help to corral his daughter.
His wife Ki had led him a merry chase, and he was willing to help his prospective son-in-law in any way he could to avoid the aggravation that he experienced at the hands of his beloved mate.
Thoran was in for a merry chase.
About the Author
An obsessed crafter who hates housework, Viola has been interested in inflicting her writing on others for years. She finds enjoyment in watching others, and taking notes.
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