Dragon's Curvy Dilemma

by Mychal Daniels

  “You laugh, but I’ve always admired the mystical.”

  “But, I’m real. Nothing mystical about it.”

  “And now that I know, I’m updating and expanding my capacity for knowledge on the subject. But to get back to the matter at hand, I want this with you tonight.”

  “And what if you get pregnant?”

  “And what if I don’t?” she countered.

  “Daryl, I owe it to you to give you a choice. The rhythm method is especially faulty with Dragons.”

  “Fine, we can wait then, if you’re scared of getting me pregnant.”

  She didn’t know why this was so important to her. Usually, she’d be the first one in the car on the way to the local pharmacy to get whatever she needed. Why was this insatiable desire here to make her want to be with him right now?

  “I can hear the wheels turning from here,” he said. “What’s going on in that genius mind of yours?”

  “Oh, that I have the almost unquenchable need to be with you tonight. I can’t help myself. I hear my words and know that if this were any other time, I wouldn’t be so cavalier about something with so much consequence, but, it’s like the magnet that has always drawn me to you went into overload.”

  “Wait, did you say you’ve always felt like a magnet was present when you’re around me?”

  “Yeah, why? Are you going to make fun of me?” she asked, trying hard to push down the vulnerable rawness of her confession.

  His hand tilted her face up to look at him. Asher smiled and said, “We’re meant to do this. You’re right.”

  “How? Why the change of heart so fast? What do you know that you’re not telling me?”

  “It’s funny. I used to think the stories were a lot of malarkey until I met you. What we’re doing here, is an ancient rite of passage I thought was old folklore. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that it’s real and happening to us. So you know, in the ways of the dragon it’s said that when a Dragon meets his or her one true mate, the attraction is so strong it feels like a magnet pulling the two together. I’ve felt that way about you from the moment I met you. And this intense need to be together is part of the mating ritual.” He paused as if waiting to see if she had any questions. When she remained silent too enthralled with this tale to interrupt, he said, “If we make love in this state, it’s more powerful and binding than conventional marriage. Are you ready for that level of commitment? We’d be bound to each other forever.”

  Asher stopped talking allowing those words to absorb into her understanding. Old doubts and fears tried to come to test her new resolve and outlook on life, but Daryl batted them down.

  She spoke up and said, “I want to mate with you. Do you want to mate with me?” There was no way she was going to ask him something so important without first putting it out there that she wanted it too.

  He hugged her tighter. She prepared to withstand the rejection that was about to come when he said, “I would love nothing more than to mate with you. It took my Dragon to show me who you were all along. My dragon knew instantly, and I had some time to digest it. My only concern is that you might need time to work through it. Daryl, there are things about me that you won’t like.”

  “I don’t care. The universe is loving and abundant—not callously cruel. If there are things I won’t like, we’ll work through them. I promise.”

  He pulled her up to face him. “You promise?”

  “I do.”

  “You still want to join with me to be my mate? Remember, Daryl; there’s no undo.”

  She needed to make sure he understood what she wasn’t willing to agree to. “Before I answer that, I need to make sure we’re clear on a few more things.”

  “Like what?” he asked, sexiness tinting his words.

  “Like my work. I still don’t work for you or anyone else but myself. And, I am building my company. No matter what we decide to do, I want you to understand that I’ll have a life outside of being your mate or Brock’s whatever he’ll allow me to be.”

  She loved the huge smile he rocked. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way. How about this? You do you, and I’ll do me when it comes to our businesses. We can still help each other, but we have our separate companies and identities.” Continuing to hold her gaze he added, “What I don’t want is for you to lose yourself in my life. I love that you have your things going on. I love your genius, brilliant mind, and I’ll never knowingly do anything to squash the spark you need to keep all that flowing and going.”

  Daryl took a breath and let his words land on her. There was no way she wanted to be caught up in the moment and do something forever stupid, but she also didn’t want to doubt her gut either. Every day around this man made it harder to deny that he was hers and she was his.

  “That settles it then. I still want to be your mate.” She placed a kiss on his gorgeous lips. “I couldn’t see myself without you and Brock. I love him—and you so much. I’m so uncool that I fell for both of you so fast, it made me feel like a marshmallow.”

  “You love me? And Brock, too?”

  “Did I stutter?” she asked, mimicking him.

  “No, that you did not. Daryl, I know what love is. It’s the decision to make it work day in and day out, no matter how you feel at that time. Love is hard, its work, and it takes a lot of effort. Yes, I feel easy love for you, and I commit to working on the hard love for you when it demands that I do. Are you able and willing to do the same?”

  “Easy and hard love—that sums it up quite nicely.” She kissed his neck unable to stop touching and kissing on him. Thoughts of being with him and Brock for the long haul flashed through her mind. What her life outlook was and how she wanted him to stay in her life. Daryl said, “I’m willing to do the same provided you agree to somethings.”

  “Such as?”

  “I want more kids. Are you done or are you willing to have more children with me?”

  “I’d love to have more children. Brock needs siblings to knock the rough edges off him. Don’t you think?”

  “Yes, I can see that. By the way, is Brock a Dragon too?”

  “Yes, but he’s a dragonling right now. His full dragon won’t manifest until he’s well into puberty. Right now, we’re dealing with the emotional side of being a dragon. His stubbornness, possessiveness, singular focus, cunning and a host of other things would be best for you to discover on your own are one of the reasons I’m spending the summer with him. I have to teach him how to deal with those primal urges and not make others want to smack him all the time.”

  “Wow, now that you mention it, I can definitely see he’s a little Dragon. Would our biological kids be Dragons too?” She held her breath not sure if she wanted the answer to be yes or no.

  “Yes. The dragon gene is predominant. If what they say is true, the kids will most likely look a lot like me too—sorry, Daryl.”

  She burst out laughing. “You mean to tell me dragons are so proud that they demand and control through DNA that their offspring look like them, too?”

  “Yeah, something like that. Hey, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’d love to have a child who looked exactly like you.”

  “Aw, now you’re trying to get me in the mood, but sorry for you, I never left it!” Daryl straddled him again and said, “It’s time to mate, Dragon!”

  His laughter was the adult version of his son’s, and she melted inside.

  “Good, because it’s my turn to take over. And, this is our mating. I’m going to join with you in our bed—in the main house. So, I suggest you grab some clothes because I’m not letting you come back over here until we’re mated.”

  That was her cue to grab her clothes off the deck and a few more. Call her a whirling dervish because Daryl jammed everything she’d need including her laptop and notes, clothes and toiletries into her trusty backpack in under a few minutes. When she went to walk out the door toward the main house, Asher took her backpack, picked her up, and carried her from the g
uest house.

  “Why are you carrying me?”

  “Because it’s tradition. You’re my mate. This is the walk from your single life to a life with me, your Dragon.”

  Emotions, true, deep and strong, overcame her as Daryl considered the magic and wonder of what it took to get them together and to this moment. She smiled through her tears as he looked at her, carrying her through the back door, up some stairs, and into a massive bedroom.

  After he closed the door and deposited her onto the foot of the huge bed that must be an Alaskan King, Asher came to stand before her, his cock straining against his shorts and said, “Strip. It’s time I claim what’s mine.”

  14

  Asher—Master Bedroom of the Main House

  His heart threatened to explode with the sensations coursing through him. Here she sat on the edge of his bed, ready and willing to be his mate forever. He’d left a night light on that he sometimes used when Brock needed to find his way to his bedroom at night. With it as the only light source, it cast the room in a soft glow that allowed her enough illumination to see him and get acclimated to her new surroundings. The gentle amber of the light also showed him more of what he craved—the look of love for him in her eyes.

  That look couldn’t be faked, and he knew it was meant exclusively for him. The way she’d included Brock and a family in their discussion had been what sold him that she was serious about this. No matter what came, he knew she was a stick and stay sort of woman. They’d be able to face his disastrous business past that involved her father and a whole lot more—together.

  When she lifted her t-shirt, he held his breath. After she removed her bra to showcase those perfect breasts that gave him so much pleasure he growled. As she removed her shorts and panties to reveal the most beautiful feminine triangle, nestled between her perfect, smooth, thick thighs, he sighed with pleasure. But, it was when she crooked a finger to beckon him to her that his Dragon burst forth.

  In a flash, he was on her, pinning Daryl to the middle of the bed. He smothered her giggle with his mouth, kissing her deep and long. Try as he might, it was too hard going slow with her. He rose to his knees and pushed his shorts down. His cock sprang out, glad to be released. Asher watched Daryl’s eyes train onto his cock. When he looked down, he saw the head weep with a little precum. He was more than ready to be buried deep inside her. With the taste she’d given him outside, his cock twitched and bobbed in anticipation.

  “Open up wide for me,” he said, voice graveled with passion.

  She obeyed, opening her legs to reveal her treasure. Daryl’s pussy glistened with moisture—a sign that she’d be ready for him soon. First, he’d have to work to stretch her a little bit more before entering her. Removing his shorts and tossing them somewhere behind him, Asher positioned himself so he could taste her. This had been something he’d dreamed about. Instead of trying to cover up or be shy, Daryl stared open and proud as he took his first taste of her. He wanted to stay here all night with how good her salty sweetness tasted.

  Pulling her into his waiting tongue, Asher read her body to bring her close to climax. Over and over he licked and sucked, enjoying how strong her arousal was for his ministrations. When he worked her clit with his thumb while plunging his tongue in as much as it would go, she came off the bed in pleasure.

  Daryl wasn’t a loud lover, but her mews and moans made his cock weep with want. He opened the lips of her vagina, spreading them wide to see her hymen was still somewhat intact. Even with her little stunt outside, it hadn’t been enough to pierce her secret veil completely. He marveled at how her pussy throbbed, contracting in anticipation of his finger.

  He inserted his middle finger, working slow to finish breaching her veil when she said, “No, stop. Not your finger. I want you inside me. That’s how it must be for me. I want you to have my virginity the way a true, full mating should be—no shortcuts.”

  “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t. Trust me; I won’t break.” Then she smiled at him with warmth and sweetness that melted him, rendering him into putty. “If you love me like you say you do, do this for me.”

  What could he say to that? Only trusting himself to give her a quick nod. Asher positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and started the slow invasion into her virginal canal. Even knowing she was a virgin still didn’t prepare him for how tight she was.

  “Open up for me more, my love, and relax as much as possible. We’ll take this as slow as we need to.”

  She ran her hands up his stomach to play in his chest hair. Her touch made him want to plunge in and take her all at once. Pausing in mid stroke to regain control over his body, Asher took a beat and continued. There was no way he was ever going to ask Daryl not to touch his body. He craved it too much.

  When he was ready to proceed, Asher pushed in with a little force to widen her opening. Daryl grunted but stayed with him. It pained him to know that he would bring her pain before the eventual pleasure he hoped she’d experience with him.

  Lying down to gain access to her beautiful nipples, he began to suck. This drew another moan out of her. In conjunction with her moans and tightening nipples, her inner walls relaxed and flexed a little more. Asher alternated between breasts enjoying them way more than he should as his thrust grew in range and force. He was almost inside. She trembled beneath him, enduring the pain in silence. The next thrust was the opening he needed to be able to move in.

  Capturing her mouth in a kiss so passionate his heart sped up, Asher thrust in, powerful and deep two times until the last virginal barrier broke before him. The walls of her vagina pulled him in, contracting and tightening around his cock. It was his homecoming. He knew beyond a doubt she was his mate.

  “Mmm,” she moaned as he continued to move deeper inside her, advancing slowly, inch by inch.

  This was happening. They were joining, and he would have her as his mate. Daryl caught the slow, deep rhythm of his thrusts and joined in answering in kind. He didn’t want to ruin their mating with a lot of talking, but this was the best sex he’d ever experienced. His cock swelled within her, loving the tight, hot, welcome her body gave him.

  “More,” she moaned, opening her legs wider still.

  He obliged filling her channel with his swollen cock. When he thrust in this time, she arched up and into him, meeting him in pleasure. Her hands ran down his back to grab his ass cheeks. Her body pulled as her hands pushed to take as much of him in as possible. Asher could no longer contain himself and pushed in deep to his balls. They sighed in mutual satisfaction.

  Increasing his tempo now that he knew she could handle his cock, he allowed their bodies to dictate what happened. She was softer than clouds, and yet strong and sure in her lovemaking. Daryl met and answered him with every thrust.

  Pulling her legs up more and wrapping them around his hips threatened to make Asher come out of his skin with pleasure. But, it was accompanied by her soft chanting of his name, “Ash, ooh, Ash, yes, oh please, don’t stop, Ash,” that drove him up the cliff to orgasm.

  “I want you to come for me,” he said, rough and ragged with aroused intensity. “Use that tight pussy to finish milking my cock dry.”

  Her response was the clamping down of her vaginal inner walls around his cock as he pulled back. The sensation was erotic as fuck. This woman had control over her body in ways he could never imagine. His capacity to love her exploded into an all-consuming primal desire that invaded every part of his makeup. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. His drive to both please and protect her fueled his pursuit of a mutual orgasm with her.

  Instead of announcing it, Daryl’s leg started to tremble, her pussy clenched him even harder, and he felt her juices gush as he drove in hard and fast.

  “That’s it, Mate. I love you.” He panted through exquisite ecstasy.

  Continuing the short climb to the tip of his own mountain of climax, Asher hugged her tight, making sure not to smother her as his orgasm exploded h
ard and deep within her. Daryl held onto him in a vice grip as they joined as mates. He managed to catch her eyes and hold them captive as they rode out this sensational climax together. His hot seed burst into her deep and hard, and it was the best feeling.

  She smiled as the haze of their climax started to release them from its grip. When she unfolded her legs from around him, Asher wanted to protest. He loved being inside her. If he could, this is how they’d always be, sleep even. Still semi-erect and far from satiated for the night, he did what his Dragon needed to do.

  “Daryl, how are you? Are you all right? I need to know.”

  She continued to look at him as her eyes glistened with moisture. “I’m hella fantastic. Better than all right.” Leaning up to offer him a kiss, she added, “I don’t want to spoil this, but I feel different in the most amazing way. You are my mate. I know that without doubt or worry. And, I’m yours.”

  “That’s true. We’ve claimed each other. And, I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you get to use the easy love to love me each day from here on.”

  Again, she kissed him. He loved her openness in bed. It matched her everyday personality and demeanor. Daryl was refreshing, deep, his peace, and sanctuary.

  “I love you, Asher Princeton,” she said.

  The simple but immensely powerful words took root in his heart and blossomed into the vow he knew she’d made.

  “I love you too, Daryl Livingston, Junior.”

  Her smile was infectious, but it was the swivel of her hips that set his cock hard as a rock again.

  “Ooh! You want to go another round?” she asked, continuing to swirl her hips around his hardening cock.

  “Fuck yeah,” was all he needed to say.

  They made love, offering each other their everything through the wee hours of the morning until they lay in each other’s arms spent and drowsy. Asher got up and went to the bathroom. He found one of those small towels he wanted in the little closet. After he had wetted it with hot water, he returned to his mate and proceeded to clean her. He didn’t make a big deal of the streaks of red he cleaned, appreciating them as the virginal offering and aftermath of their joining. The process of exploring the most intimate parts of her body with that towel and his hand was the perfect icing on the cake. When she took the towel, and returned to the bathroom, only to come back with it hot, he lay back and allowed her to do the same for him. Who knew aftercare of his mate would be even more enjoyable?