Fawks (Dragons of Kratak Book 4)

by Ruth Anne Scott

  Sheena hesitated to come too close to that thing. Then she remembered. That thing was Fawks. Somehow or other, that demon who attacked her shuttle and forced them to crash land on the planet was Fawks, the same man to whom she just gave herself a few hours before.

  She took a step closer and watched him lick his wound. To her amazement, the two torn flaps of dragon skin shrank and knit together. The gash closed until the wound disappeared altogether.

  Sheena gasped, and the dragon lifted its head to stare at her. In a twinkling, it changed again, and Fawks took its place. He moved his arm back and forth and closed and opened his fingers. “There. It's all right now. No harm done.”

  Sheena stared at his shoulder. The skin shone perfect and undamaged. “What did you do?”

  He came toward her with that confident smile she knew so well. “Our saliva has the power to heal wounds. I used it to heal Sophia's wound, too. I saved her life that first night, but I didn't get a chance to heal her completely until yesterday. When she wakes up in the morning, she should be able to walk.”

  “But you're...you're a dragon.”

  “All of us are.”

  “All of us? Do you mean all the Krataks?”

  “We're not Krataks. We're Ingasores, and all of us have the ability to change back and forth at will between dragons and people.”

  “You never told the Allies that. No one knows.”

  “The other Clans decided to keep it a secret, but the Ulasso never agreed to that plan. We never agreed to you people landing on this planet at all. We're an ancient and warlike Clan, and we wanted to fight you in the open and drive you out of our space.”

  “But you...” She struggled to get the words out. “You attacked our shuttle. I saw you with my own eyes. You bombarded us and disabled our craft so we had to make an emergency landing on the planet. You could have killed us all.”

  “I wanted to kill you all. I'll admit that to you now. The other Clans weren't convinced of the Allies' good intentions. That's why they wanted to keep their dragon nature secret. The Ulasso never entertained any doubts about it. We always knew you were hostile. We always knew this research mission was nothing more than the first step to conquest.”

  Sheena lowered her eyes. What could she say to that?

  “After the other patriarchs agreed to welcome these research teams, the Ulasso decided to sabotage the mission. They sent me to destroy your shuttle and everyone in it, and I very nearly succeeded. I would have killed you all if you hadn't been such a good pilot, Sheena.”

  “Why did you help us, then? You saved us from the morlock. You gave us food. You saved us dozens of times in dozens of ways. You could have left us to die and accomplished the same thing.”

  “After you landed, I came down to see if anyone was left alive. I'll tell you the truth. I came to finish off any survivors. Instead, I found you fighting the morlock. I saw you doing your best to distract it away from your friends. I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't let you die like that. Killing you in the air was one thing. I don't know. I suppose my instincts took over, and I killed it.”

  “So why did you agree to help us?”

  He cocked his head to one side. “I got interested in you—I mean, in you in particular, Sheena. The more I talked to you and the more time that passed, the more I wanted to find out about you. I wanted you to know about me and to understand our people. I wanted to touch you and enjoy you the way we just did. That's why I helped you and stayed with you all this time.”

  “You just said you're an enemy of our people. You're an enemy of the Allies. That makes you my enemy, too.”

  “The Allies are my enemy, but not you.”

  “You're a dragon. I'll have no choice but to tell the Allied Command what I found out.”

  “Go ahead and tell them. I'll tell your whole team, if that's what you want. The Ulasso don't care who finds out the truth about the Ingasores. You'll never conquer us.”

  He started to walk away, back toward the camp, but she jumped in front of him. “Don't do that! Don't tell them.”

  “Why not? You just said I was your enemy.”

  She shifted from one foot to the other. “You're not my enemy.”

  “What am I, then?”

  She looked right and left, but found no answers.

  He took a step toward her. His blue eyes discovered that place in her soul where she could find no refuge from him. “What am I, Sheena? What am I to you?”

  “I don't know.”

  “You must know. Am I your enemy?”

  She tried to speak, but her dry throat wouldn't function, no matter how much she tried.

  He came up close to her. His hand hovered near her cheek, but he didn't touch her. His body spoke to her flesh. It brought her back to life after their late-night encounter earlier in the evening.

  “Do you hate me?”

  She couldn't do more than whisper. “No.”

  His hand covered her cheek with warmth. His fingers snaked into her hair, and he brought her mouth against his to kiss her. “I'm a dragon, Sheena.”

  He sucked the answer away before she could form it. Her breasts hurt to touch his bare chest through her shirt. Her cunt unfurled its tentacles to suck him into itself and beat its delicious orgasms along his length.

  His arm circled her waist. She mewed in open lust when he pulled her body against him. “I'm a dragon. Do you want that? Do you want to mate with a dragon?”

  She knew better than to pant in unholy desire without answering when he spoke to her. “Yes. I want it.”

  “Are you wet for my dragon cock? Is that what you want?”

  “Yes, I want it. I want all of it.”

  He unbuttoned her pants, and his fingers dove down into the quagmire of her saturated pussy. He stirred her juices to a bubbling lather all over again. “Do you like a dragon touching you? Is this what you want?”

  “Yes. Yes.”

  He touched her delicate clit and plowed his thick middle finger into her rapturous gash. He bumped his palm against her clit and destroyed her opening with his fingers. He held her by the head once again, and the powerful surges of her desire rolled down her body to arch her hips against his hand.

  “I'm a dragon.”

  “Yes.”

  “You like it, don't you? You want it, don't you?”

  “Yes, I want it. I want it hard.”

  “Say it.”

  “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want it so bad.”

  “That's good. I like to hear you say it.”

  “I need it. I want you to fuck me. I need your hard dragon cock. You make me so hot and wet. I can't stand it.”

  He took her at her word. He stripped her pants down to her knees once again and her shirt up around her armpits to expose her glorious breasts. He peeled down his own pants, and his rock-hard lance shot out to aim its all-seeing eye at Sheena.

  She wanted to close her eyes against the sight of it. Its throbbing thickness and dangerous length sent quivers of excitement through her. She couldn't face that thing working its way into her flesh. She couldn't take it. Could she?

  She took it once before, but she didn't have to look at it then. She took refuge in Fawks' eyes. As long as she anchored herself in him, she could weather any storm. He brought her in against his lips, and she found solace in his kiss. He didn't crush and bite and maul her the way he did before. She saw him for the first time. She knew him. She knew the truth about him.

  In spite of his easy confidence, he lay exposed to her for the first time. She knew something about him no one else knew. She and she alone knew the truth of his nature. He might help them every day in every way. The Ulasso might fight the Allies head on, but knowing the truth about him gave her a power over him she never had before.

  Even as he manipulated her into position, even as he steered his massive cock into her engorged pussy to split her asunder with his demon thrusts, she held him in her hand. She embraced him in all his dragon splendor. She welcomed him an
d rode him, and the knowledge of his true nature gave her more pleasure than anything.

  She didn't want his body any more than he wanted hers. She didn't want to ride that steed to joyful fulfillment and forget all about Fawks as soon as she got home to Rollo. She wanted him—all of him. She wanted his heart and soul and body and mind, and she could never get that without knowing the truth. He was a dragon. This male form concealed the truth. Underneath his pearly skin, he was pure dragon.

  His cock raked her G spot on its inevitable path to her center. It dragged a tortured groan from her lips. Icy embers sparkled along its ridge to bring her into the heights of ecstasy. She let her juices flow. She let the erotic tongues lick her to her ultimate pleasure.

  Back and forth he stroked her sweet pussy. Every stroke made her sob in sheer rapture. How could she do this? How could she let a dragon fuck her like this?

  How could she not? How could she not respond to this man? His overpowering presence commanded her body to respond. He commanded her to be his. He commanded her pussy to coat his shaft with its shiny elixir.

  This man could never be her enemy. Whatever he wanted, she would do. She could never go back to the way things were before. She could never give herself to any man who didn't command her like that.

  Her knees wobbled, but she willed herself to remain standing where he could penetrate her between her shivering thighs. Her whole self surrounded him and drank him in. Her cream slathered over his meat to fill her with intoxicating pleasure. She heaved and writhed on that immovable spike, but it always found her most vulnerable spots. It nagged and tormented her until she had no choice but to rocket into space on blasts of unstoppable orgasm.

  She heard her voice calling out to bring that orgasm closer, to incorporate it into herself and make it her own. She heard it growing louder to wake the dead, but she couldn’t stop it. She would wake the whole forest with the news that she experienced this pleasure in him, but he covered her mouth with his lips to quiet her.

  She managed to keep herself upright for one long gasping, sobbing, screaming moment before her legs buckled. Her bones turned to water. The spurting nectar he squeezed from her forbidden fruit filled her limbs with its boiling lava so she couldn’t function anymore.

  He followed her down to the ground with his prick still embedded in her tight pussy. Her muscles held him in place against his pounding thrusts. She couldn’t hear his agonized groans over her own mewling pleas for more, more, more.

  She collapsed onto her back, and he lowered himself forward to match her, but he didn’t collapse. Nothing could make him collapse. He cradled her down on the ground, but as soon as she found her resting place, he got hold of her long legs and brought them up to his shoulders.

  He crossed her ankles over one shoulder and went to work. He started by holding her hips and slapping her ass against his cum-spattered pelvis. His blows quivered through her flesh to flap her breasts against her chin. Her whole body wavered under his terrible treatment, but the engorged zones around her cunt and ass and thighs only rocketed once again into clouds of glorious ecstasy.

  His word commanded her to keep her eyes open. She could only stare up into those eyes from far below. He leaned over her and bent her legs back over her head to drive down into her with greater power. He curled his lips back from his teeth to growl in her face. “Yeah? Yeah? Do you like that? Can you feel that? Do you like it good and hard, baby? Is it hard enough for you?”

  “Oh, yeah. Oh, my God! I can’t stand it. Oh, fuck, that is so hard. Oh, please. Oh, please.”

  “Beg me for it, baby. Beg me to give it to you.”

  “Fuck me. Oh, fuck me. Oh, God, I want it so hard. Oh, my God, that cock is so hard.”

  “Tell me how you like it, baby. I want to hear you tell me. I want to hear you say you like it.”

  “Oh! Oh! Oh! God, fuck me. Oh, Jesus, please. Make me cum. I want it. Oh, fuck me. Oh, my god, fuck me.”

  “You’re a sweet little baby, aren’t you? You like to bend over for me like this, don’t you? You like to feel my cock in your wet pussy, don’t you? Is that pussy wet enough, baby? Do I make you wet?”

  “Oh, it’s so wet. Oh, you make me so hot. Oh, I can’t stand it. Oh, my God, I’m gonna cum again. Oh, yes. Oh, yes, Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

  He hit her hard enough to bounce her right off his cock, but he only drove in hard again. He plowed her straight to her secret cervix and banged her to her center. He knocked her out of this world and nailed her into the ground.

  “You’re gonna make me blow inside you. Is that what you want? Do you want my cum inside you? I’m gonna fill you up with my juice, baby. I’m gonna make you squirt it all over that fine ass of yours. I’m gonna make your ass wet with my cum.”

  “Oh, yes. I want it. I want your cum.”

  The next thing she knew, she was face down in piles of leaves. She didn’t try to fight or lift her head. He slammed his hand down hard on the back of her neck and shoved her face into the ground. She loved it. She wanted him to push her around and put her where he wanted her.

  He held her neck down with one hand and hammered his spike into her ass. She strained every muscle in her back arching her ass up into his pounding blows. Every thrust of his shaft into her, every slap of his hips against her curves sent her flying higher into outer space.

  She could see the whole cosmos from here. She could taste his cum in the soil around her mouth. She could drink him through her fizzing pussy, and she swallowed the jets of jiz he pumped into her.

  His fingers clamped around her neck to crush her, and the beast broke loose from his clenched teeth. He roared at her with the first toxic concoction overflowing her pussy lips to gush down her thighs.

  She sucked him and fucked him until every drop dribbled from his gun. She gnawed him to pieces until nothing remained but their mutually saturated flesh joined together by a wet seal between their skin.

  Chapter 12

  Sophia pushed Ron's helping hands away. “I'm tell you I'm fine. Stop fussing. I feel fine.”

  “You might feel fine, but you could relapse at any moment.”

  Sophia pulled back the torn flap of her pants. “Do you really think I could relapse from this? The wound is completely healed. I'm fine, and you all don't need to carry me anymore.”

  Ron fluttered around her in an anxious ferment. “Don't push yourself too hard today, Sophia. You still need to rest and recover.”

  “Recover—phooey! I never felt better in my life. If I didn't think I would send you into a cardiac arrest, I would ask for something to carry myself. I want to walk. I've been flat on my back for three days, and I'm not doing it anymore. Now get away from me before I have to take drastic action.”

  Ron fell back, and Sophia strode into the camp where Jasmine and Dana waited for her. Jasmine took her hand. “Don't be too hard on Ron. We're all just as surprised as he is that you recovered as fast as you did. You have to admit it's nothing short of miraculous. We all thought you were dead from loss of blood.”

  Sophia chopped the air with her hand. “I don't want to hear any more of that miraculous nonsense. I'm fine. Now we can all get on with the rest of our lives. This is the last big push to the Keep, isn't it, Fawks? We can get down to business with our studies. I'm looking forward to that.”

  “We're all glad you're feeling better, Sophia,” Dana added. “You had us worried.”

  Sophia sat down by the cold, dead remains of last night's fire. She ate a hearty portion of the last scraps of morlock meat. Her eyes flashed with the same animated sparkle Sheena remembered from before Sophia got hurt. She was back to normal, brought back from the dead.

  “I had that dream about the lizard again. It stood right over me, and its presence made me feel so good, I thought I could get up and run around right then. I got the impression it was doing something to heal my leg. Isn't that silly? How could a dream heal a wound? It makes no sense.”

  Sheena sat well outside the circle of admirers. She heard
every word and saw every facial expression, but she couldn't join her comrades in celebrating Sophia's recovery. Of the whole group, only she knew the real reason behind it. Fawks smiled at Sophia. He smiled at Sheena, too, when he caught her looking at him, but she turned away.

  Why did she beg him to keep his secret from her friends? Where was her loyalty to the Allies? She gave her whole career to furthering the Allies' agenda. Now here she was subverting it. Why?

  Everyone could see Sophia's leg, whole and perfect, under the bloody scrap of her pant leg. The white dragon's saliva closed it up and restored her the same way it healed Fawks' shoulder. He didn't need to know about any medicinal plants. He carried his medicine with him at all times. No wonder the dragon attacked the shuttle with such fearless ferocity. He didn't have to worry about injuring himself.

  What a dangerous foe these dragons would be if they ever came to fight the Allies. The Allies wouldn't know the native people were really dragons until it was too late. Neither would they know the inhabitants had the power to heal themselves of any injury. How could the Allies fight an opponent like that?

  The patriarchs of Clans Harkniss and Assan must be right. They should keep their secret in reserve against the day when they would have to fight the Allies. That secret would give them the advantage they needed to combat the Allies' superior numbers and technology.

  Sheena ought to run straight to Jasmine and tell her everything that happened. She ought to warn Rex, as the Allies' representative. He would know how to handle this situation. He would know how to deal with one of their enemies here in their midst.

  She didn't get up, though. Not only did she not tell anybody, she asked him not to tell anybody, either. She couldn't understand her own motives. Then again, her motives had nothing to do with this. Her behavior deviated so far from what her thoughts told her to do, she couldn't explain what made her do anything anymore. Her body and her limbs acted independently from her mind and her will. Nothing would change that now.