Prison Moon - Dragon Fire: An Alien Abduction Sci Fi Romance

by Lily Graison

  They stood there at the mouth of the cave until Sarra pulled away and took his hand, tilting her head toward their small nest by the fire. She averted her gaze when he looked at her and even though the light was dim, her face was turning red. He’d seen her do that enough to know she felt shy about something and if she was pointing to their bed, he hoped it meant what he wanted it to.

  He gave her a quick kiss and turned to the boulder he blocked the entrance with. The damn thing seemed heavier every time he moved it and today was no exception. The muscles in his arms and back ached as he’d slid it in place.

  Sarra was sitting on their bed when he turned around. She tucked her hair behind one ear, that tiny smile on her face again. He hurried to her side, anticipation humming through his veins. She slid over enough there was room for him to stretch out on the small pallet bed beside of her and he sighed in pleasure when she wrapped her arm around his waist and buried her face against his chest. She mumbled something against his skin, the words nothing but nonsense to him but he didn’t need to understand her words to know what they meant. Her wandering hand sliding down to his hip and the wet touch of her tongue on his throat told him exactly what she wanted and he hardened in an instant.

  She shifted and kissed his throat, her hands roaming his flesh to leave goosebumps dotting his skin. He’d touched her intimately twice now and both times, she’d passively sat there and not moved much. Now, she was touching him, her mouth hot against his skin and every concern he had melted away with every small kiss.

  The pants he wore were restricting his erection, his length straining against the material when she reached for the string at his waist. Her hand was under the material before he had the strings untied, her fingers fisted around his length and she made a pleased sound deep in her throat before licking up the side of his neck.

  Toren sucked in a breath, his eyes rolling back in his head as she bit lightly at the skin under his ear, her hot breath scorching his flesh. She sat up, one hand on his chest pushing him until he was flat on his back, then grabbed his pants at the waist and pulled them off, tossing them aside. He was laid bare for her and didn’t move a muscle as she sat there looking at him. His cock grew harder under her perusal.

  She touched his leg, her fingers warm as she ran them up his thigh to his cock, one digit tracing the underside from root to tip. She glanced up, locked eyes with him then leaned down, licking the same path her finger had taken and sucked him in when she reached the top. Toren moaned and threw his head back, fingers digging into the bedding as she took him into the warmth of her mouth. Her slick tongue left a wet trail as she worked her way back to the tip before swallowing the length of him again. It was pure bliss. Every sweep of her mouth, every touch of her hands on his skin left him sensitized to the point nothing more than her breath against him was pure pleasure.

  Lifting his head, he watched her suck his cock and knew he’d never last if she continued. He’d not been inside a woman in more centuries than he cared to think about and certainly not inside the warm, wet depths of one’s mouth. She looked up and locked eyes with him and his body jolted. “Sarra—“

  Eyes locked, she licked the length of him again before sitting up and crawling up his body to straddle his hips, impaling herself on his cock a moment later. The air left his lungs in a rush, her wet warmth clenching his cock to the point of pain. She stilled and looked down at him, her lips moving as she spoke.

  Toren lifted his hand to her face, cupping her cheek. “I do not know what you say but words are of little use now.” She smiled and turned her head, sucking his thumb into her mouth to give it a playful bite before sitting up, removing the oversized shirt she was wearing and bracing her hands on his chest.

  Then she started to move.

  The first rotation of her hips, his cock sliding inside her, caused his entire body to shudder. He’d not felt anything so pleasurable in centuries. He slid his hands up her legs to her waist, then cupped her breasts. She rode him with steady, measured lifts of her hips, sliding back down in excruciating slowness, her eyes locked with his own. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, her muscles squeezing him deliciously and he’d never seen anything so beautiful as he stared up at her. She smiled and clenched her muscles again, released them and contracted tightly again, each time drawing a sharp hiss from him.

  He groaned and pinched her nipples when her head fell back, her eyes closed. He could watch her ride him all night but already felt his balls drawing tight. A look down at where their bodies were joined sent another jolt through him as he saw his cock disappear inside her. He touched her, his fingertips brushing against the small patch of hair that covered her and she lifted her head and inhaled sharply when he slid his thumb between her fold.

  She nodded her head at him and grabbed his hand, pushing it tighter against her. He rolled that tiny bundle of nerves nestled in her slick folds, her hips rocking faster as she stared at him, her breaths coming quicker. “I won’t last much longer, Sarra.”

  She mumbled something he hoped was her telling him she wouldn’t either and wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her forward, his mouth claiming her own as he pounded up into her.

  Her startled squeal into his mouth was followed by her tongue, her fingers digging into his hair. Her muscles were still clamped down tight on his cock, every nerve ending firing at once as her heat scalded his flesh while the scent of them filled the air.

  Sarra tucked her lip between her teeth again, her eyes closing as she moaned and panted against his lips, her hips slamming down with every push up inside her. He felt her stiffen moments later, the wet heat sheathing his cock tightening seconds before she said his name, her muscles clenching, milking him as his body continued to heat, fire licking through his veins until he suddenly spilled inside her, his hips jerking violently as he hugged her to him.

  When he was spent, he laid there panting, forehead pressed to her shoulder, his body on fire, and he couldn’t stop shaking. Toren rubbed her back, his hands touching every inch of flesh he could reach before kissing her neck, his fingers climbing into her hair as he held her close. Every second since the moment he saw her in the ruins came back to him, every conversation they’d shared, every kiss and touch flooded his mind until he was saturated with nothing but her. He kissed her neck again, breathed in the scent clinging to her skin and sighed.

  He’d been with his share of females but none of them had left him feeling so—undone. Maybe it was because it had been so long since he’d been with anyone but he didn’t think so. It was her—his Sarra. His heart was still racing, the air thick with the combined scent of their mating and for the first time in his life, he felt content. He’d never felt that in the past nor had he shared of himself as he’d done with her.

  He’d spilled inside her, felt the heat of it rush out of his body and so far she hadn’t said anything. It hadn’t been a conscious decision. It happened before he could stop it but as he lay there, the growing heat of her still embracing his cock, he couldn’t be sorry about it. The loss left him weak, his limbs shaking, and he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to move if she wanted him to.

  Sarra was draped over his chest, her head pillowed on his shoulder. He didn’t know how long they lay in the stillness but as his body temperature slowly returned to normal, he stared at the ceiling, his breaths evening out and wondered what giving her that small flame would mean. In all the mating’s he’d had over his hundreds of years of life, he’d never given of himself by releasing inside a female but the first mating with Sarra and he’d spilled like it was the first time he’d ever sunk his cock into something warm and wet.

  Spilling inside her may not matter, though. She was not Draegon and the odds of her carrying his young were slim. It only took a touch for him to know her body temperature wasn’t like his own and dragons are born of fire—their magic drawn from the center of their world where it burned the hottest. Sarra was not born of fire. How would she bare a child—a dragon—born of
something she did not possess? Did her kind even reproduce like his people did? “Sarra?” She lifted her head and looked at him. “How does your kind reproduce?”

  Her eyes widened as she sat up. She pointed to where they were still joined and smiled then lifted her hands, touched her thumb and forefinger together to make a circle then stuck the finger of her other hand inside, then out, mimicking what they’d just done.

  He laughed. “I figured that much. Do you carry your young?”

  She nodded and made a gesture over her stomach as if it were growing, then round. Her eyes widened suddenly then pointed at herself, then him and then to her stomach, arching her hands out as if it were bigger.

  Her thoughts were the same as his. Could she conceive? He sighed. “We are not the same, so I don’t know.” He ran his hand over her arms. “Your body temperature is not like mine, so—I don’t know.”

  She studied him for long minutes, the look on her face telling him she was thinking hard about it now that he’d mentioned it. He’d have to be more careful in the future. This world was not what it used to be. Bringing a child into this horrid environment would be dangerous. Too dangerous but if it was something his Sarra wanted, then he’d find a way to make it work. Asking her would be pointless though, and his frustration at their lack of communication grew by the second. He’d have to find a remedy to that soon. He’d teach her his words or learn her own. He’d not spend the next several hundred years living with her and not being able to understand what she was saying.

  She slid off of him but didn’t pull away. He rolled to his side to face her. Her eyes were closed, a contented smile on her face. He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Had my need for you not been so great, that would have lasted much longer.” She laughed, the sound causing chills to race along his limbs.

  She opened her eyes and smiled. “Ullnoearmekompain. Thausamzig.”

  He smiled. “If you say so.” She laughed again, her arm wrapping around his waist.

  He stared at the fire, watching the flame dance until Sarra’s breathing evened out, sleep finally claiming her. He wrapped his arms tighter around her, wedging his leg between her own and placed a kiss on the top of her head before closing his eyes. She was finally his.

  Sara was having one of those half-asleep dreams where pleasure rode every nerve ending and if you could just get enough friction in that one certain spot, you knew the best orgasm of your life would be waiting there on the other side of consciousness.

  She arched her back, the phantom hands in her dream world burning a hot trail over her stomach and up to cup both her breasts. Her nipples ached until strong fingers plucked at each one, her legs spreading wider as wet heat speared her core.

  Her dream world shattered when something latched on to her clit, the firm pull as it was sucked into a warm mouth enough to drag her eyes open. The hands on her breasts were still there, and the hot puff of air blowing onto her center was followed by a wicked tongue flicking that tiny nub enough that the moment she looked down and saw Toren between her legs, her back arched as she grabbed onto his forearms and convulsed against his mouth, her hips undulating as she rode his face to completion.

  When she had ridden the last wave and opened her eyes, a sliver of bright light lit the ceiling of the cave. She panted for breath and blinked before looking down the line of her body. Toren was still between her legs, his tongue darting out to taste the delicate skin on her inner thighs before he’d nuzzle back in to lick up the length of her. She jerked and reached for him, digging her fingers into his hair to hold him away.

  He looked pleased when he lifted his head to look at her.

  That was probably due to the goofy look on her face. She had no doubt there was one. She was still reeling from the second best orgasm she’d had in months that hadn’t happened by her own hand and knew she was probably smiling like a loon.

  He glanced between her legs again, the look on his face going from pleased to hungry in an instant. He was staring at her pussy as if it was a dessert plate and he wanted to lick every single drop of sweet confection from its surface. It nearly made her want to beg him to do it again. “You’re a bad boy, Toren.”

  The smile that split his face made those violet eyes glow. He kissed her between the legs and slid up the length of her body, kissing a trail the entire way and sucked a nipple into his mouth as he settled his hips between her thighs. Even though she’d just come, jolts of pleasure rippled through her body again.

  “Good morrow, my Treasure.”

  Sara grinned at the endearment. She was a treasure now?

  Her eyes slid closed when his lips brushed against her own, his arms wrapping around her body. His tongue pushed past her lips and licked inside her mouth as if she were the sweetest fruit he’d ever tasted, his tongue slicking across her own and he groaned deep in the back of his throat while breathing her in. She raised her hips without thought, the hard length of him pressed intimately between them and his groan turned into a moan as he pushed back against her, every inch of that hardened flesh sliding through her slippery folds.

  His tongue in her mouth was doing crazy things to her pulse. She spread her knees wider, the soles of her feet rubbing the back of his thighs, and she moaned when he ground his hips against her again.

  She wasn’t sure what possessed her to initiate sex the night before other than the fact, she wanted him. She’d been wholly prepared to sleep with him before that thing had attacked a few days ago but she’d passed out like a damsel in distress after Toren had killed it. She’d woken the next morning with Toren holding her close and spent the next three days being shadowed by him. He’d even tried to follow her to the bushes they’d been using as a makeshift bathroom, but she’d managed to shew him away to take care of her business in private.

  He was clinging and more attentive than he had been, which meant he was there, every second of every day. He felt responsible. He’d told her he’d failed her and she knew he thought she’d been hurt because he’d not been there to protect her.

  She wasn’t complaining though. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy all the attention because she did. Too much, probably, which is why she’d led him to their bed and had her way with him. All that attention deserved a reward and it wasn’t as if she hadn’t been fully prepared to fuck him before that creature showed up. The sex had been earth-shattering, too. It was hard and fast and stole her breath and when he’d come inside her, every nerve in her body seemed to catch on fire at once. She’d felt the heat of him when he spilled inside her, her body temperature growing so hot she’d flushed, sweat breaking out on her flesh as that heat traveled the length of her body and burned for what felt like hours inside her womb.

  Toren broke the kiss and stared down at her, the heat in his gaze so hot that even though she’d just come, she wanted more. She shifted her hips, rolling them underneath him until he lifted enough to get a hand between them.

  He rubbed the tip of his cock through her slick folds, bumping against her throbbing clit. She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck, her heels digging into the back of his calves. He shifted, the head of his cock sliding to her entrance and he pushed inside with one deep thrust. As she had done the night before, she gasped at the intrusion. He was thick and long and filled her so completely it tore the breath from her lungs. She felt consumed as he pulled back and pushed in again, every slow inch sending tiny zaps of pleasure racing through her veins.

  His eyes were locked on hers as he continued to draw his hips back, then plunge deeply again. He lifted her right leg, pulling it up over his hip then kissed her slow and long, his tongue dipping into her mouth over and over again until they were breathing each other’s air. His thrusts slowly grew in speed, each press a tiny bit harder than the last until he was pounding into her wildly, their eyes locked. She held on, arched against him and never took her eyes off him as he moved inside her.

  That exotic spicy scent of his skin changed as it had the night befo
re and grew stronger as sweat slicked their bodies. It coated her skin and filled her lungs until she could taste it on the back of her tongue. Toren had one arm underneath her, one hand clamped down on her breast and as his thrusts grew harder, the intense look in his eyes seemed to reach inside her and grab hold of what little bit of control she had left. When she came, it was violent and soul-shattering, her voice echoing off the stone walls moments before he shuddered, his hips slamming against her as he spilled inside her again.

  As it had the night before, heat filled her, scorching along her vaginal walls until it felt as if something alive had dug in and settled. The heat rode her limbs and into her bones and she wasn’t sure what caused the sensation. Toren’s flesh felt hotter than normal but neither moved as they clung to each other. She wasn’t sure he was able to. She certainly wasn’t capable of it. He was breathing heavily, his face buried against her shoulder, his hips still pressed against her as if he were trying to push in deeper and his arms felt like steel bands around her.

  Her hold on him tightened, her legs clamping down harder against him and as their bodies slowly calmed, the sex-induced fog in her head clearing enough to think properly, she realized Toren was shaking. The heat from his body was near scorching now and it wasn’t normal by any human standard but maybe for him, it was. The same thing had happened the night before and she’d not thought much of it. Now she did. His forehead was on her shoulder, both his arms wrapped tight around her body. “Toren?”

  He didn’t speak, instead buried his face against the side of her neck, his hot breath heating her skin. She held him and realized for the first time in her life, the man she’d slept with hadn’t rolled over the moment he was done, then ignored her as he went to sleep. Instead, he clung to her as if she’d get away if he let go and—she liked it. She liked it a lot.