Dragon Joined

by Rebecca Royce

  “No.”

  Princess launched herself at Dean, who staggered backward from the act. She kissed him in the ways she had seen other females of his kind do. A slight brushing of their mouths. Dean didn’t respond, moving himself away from her again.

  “She thinks of you as a man of honor. You took care of her brother and sister. I am certain that you would never have done an inappropriate thing to her, ever. Sixteen. Seventeen. There was no difference.” She ran her fingers through the spray of dark hair on his chest. He took her hands and held them away from him. “But this isn’t forbidden. In fact, I’d say it would be really good for both of us.”

  Dean pushed her whole body away with one shove. “I don’t want to want you. There are a million things I need to do and this is not one of them.”

  “Fine. Then maybe I just need to get you clean.”

  Her senses had turned on. Every move she made, every brush of her skin against him, jolted her mind. Heat pooled inside her pussy. Human sex had never been so intense before. Yes, her body wished for Dean. She would have him.

  Grabbing the soap from the holder, she rubbed it on his body, starting with his chest and moving downward until she approached his hard penis. “Very clean.”

  She touched him with the soap and seconds later he threw her against the wall, the water slamming down on her. “I told you not to touch me.”

  Princess closed her eyes. The sensation of the water mixed with his hands on her, even in this small way, made her brain feel dull. For the first time ever she could think about nothing but what she needed from him.

  “You are wound up, aren’t you?” he whispered in her ear before moving to the other side of the showers.

  “Dean.” Amanda whispered in his ear. “Can you hear me?”

  “Obviously I can hear you. I’ve been listening to you jabber on since I got here. Are you listening to me? We aren’t doing this—end of story.”

  “No,” she gasped. “Listen to me. It’s Amanda. Do you understand? Amanda.”

  Dean stopped moving. “Amanda?” He walked toward her.

  “Please. Take me. I need it. You’ve overwhelmed her senses. It’s the only reason I can talk to you. Please don’t stop. You and I have to help each other.” She bit down on his throat. “In more ways than one. Do you understand?”

  She wanted him inside her. They were going to have to wait a little before they both got what they wanted.

  Chapter Four

  Dean stared at the woman he hadn’t wanted to fuck as both his dick and his brain rapidly changed their minds. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “I’m sorry, Amanda. I think I must have lost it.”

  She bit down on his chest and his cock jumped. His erection had not yet gotten the memo that this wasn’t any better than when Princess had been talking to him. Amanda couldn’t possibly be interested. “Don’t be sorry. I want this too. So much. I’ve never wanted anyone as I do you.”

  He ran his hands through her dark hair. “How can you say that? You’re a beautiful girl. I promise you that you can do much better than me.”

  “No.” She kissed him again and his heart beat sped up. “She’s a monster, and I’ve wanted you since forever—since before I should have. I never thought I’d get the chance. You have my consent. Do you understand? I’ve had fantasies about you. Part of me still doesn’t believe you’re here. You can’t stop. Do you understand? If she regains her head, I’m gone. I’ve never been able to regain control before. Please don’t stop this. Just listen to me too.”

  “I’m here.” He kissed her lips tenderly. Amanda remained inside her body. He could take a deep breath. That meant he could get that once-spunky teenager turned hot-as-hell woman out of here.

  “More.” She kissed him again.

  “Anything you want.” He did want this Amanda. This grown woman who was the stuff of fantasies. He stroked her back, feeling her spine beneath his fingers. The day she’d been taken had changed something inside him. Somehow, a ridiculous notion of hope had managed to live somewhere in his psyche until that very moment. Now, with her in his arms in this strange place, pushed up against a shower, he could take a deep breath. “I don’t want to take you here. Not up against a wall like we’re animals.”

  “There aren’t going to be soft beds for us, in any eventuality.” She stroked the side of his face. “Put your hot self in me like you were going to before I startled you.”

  “No.” He shook his head. “You’re not ready.”

  Amanda wasn’t wrong. They’d never have a gentle life. Not here, not in New Strauss. But he could do better than just jacking into her as if she’d been made into some kind of meaningless fuck, when finding her had meant a rebirth for his entire existence.

  He whirled her around until they got to the small bench on the other side of the room. Not the bed he’d wanted but better than the wall. Damn, she made him harder than he’d been in years. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time his cock had throbbed the way it did at that moment.

  Still, he’d show this woman that he didn’t rank among the scum of the planet and make sure she had a good time.

  He inserted one finger into her warmth. Her pussy felt wet to the touch, yet he knew he could get her even more so. “Bend your knees for me.”

  She did as he asked. “Dean, you have to listen at the same time.”

  “I’ve always been able to do more than one thing at a time.” He hoped that remained true. “You talk. I’ll concentrate on getting you where I want you to go.”

  “Okay. Well.”

  He found her clit and squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned, her hands going to her face.

  “Yes. That’s the spot. Going to make that my friend for a few minutes.”

  “Listen to me. She plans on merging you with a dragon. All the humans who come here are either enslaved or made to share their minds with the dragons. It’s considered an honor for the dragon to have a human host. Like having a pet. It amuses them for a while. Sometimes they use us to communicate with the local tribes, to get information about their enemies.”

  He leaned over to caress her bundle of nerves with his tongue. “I knew they weren’t keeping me here for my health. My people are leaderless down below. But they aren’t sticking a dragon in my head. I had a taste of it on the way over. Not again.”

  Her knees buckled off the bench. He’d hit her spot again. “You are such a responsive lover. I want more than this from you.”

  “You’re sweet. A good man. You took in my brother and sister. I’ll never ask anything else from you. Ever.”

  “I want you to ask more.” He played with her clit, stroking it over and over until her head moved back and forth on the bench. “I told you I’m taking you home.”

  “Too late for me. You can keep them out. You have to fight it. I tried but I wasn’t strong enough. You will be.” Her voice had gotten higher. He could hear a slight tremor in her tone. “It’s a buzzing in your head. Somehow you have to slam the door closed every time you hear it. Obviously, I didn’t get it done.”

  “You were young, tired, starved. How could you have resisted?” Her pussy creamed on his tongue and he tasted the essence that belonged only to her. Sweet, like candy. He’d only gotten to indulge in sugary substances a few times in his life. Amanda would now rank among the best things he’d ever tasted.

  “Don’t waste your time trying to save me. Just get back home. You’ll be able to make a break for it when they’re all sleeping. You’ll have to scale down the side of the walls after making it upward through the hole in the ceiling.” She grabbed the back of his neck and clawed at him. “There is equipment. They don’t care that we know about it, since we’re all completely under their control.”

  “Where is it?” His cock burned to be inside her.

  “In the barn where the non-joined dragons sleep.”

  “Okay. I’ll get there and I’ll take you with me.”

  “Please, Dean. Come inside me. I don
’t know how much longer I can keep her out. I want to have you in me as the last thing I remember from today. This has been such a gift. Get home and don’t ever forget me. That’s what you can do for me.”

  Dean doubted he’d ever be able to stop thinking about any of this. Remembering Amanda would not be a problem—especially because she’d be leaving with him.

  “I don’t have any protection. This type of travel didn’t lend itself to sheaths.”

  She took his finger into her mouth, biting down on it until his cock spurted pre-cum. Hell, he was close.

  “Can’t get pregnant. The joining makes us infertile. I can’t tell you why. It just does.”

  He would dwell on that piece of information another time. For now, it meant he could be inside her as much as he wanted without the risk of an unexpected result. He’d always been careful. Children were gifts for people with longer life expectancies than his. He’d never fathered one.

  After a second of rearranging himself so that he was positioned adequately to enter her, he pushed inside. Amanda felt warm and welcoming, her muscles clenching around his throbbing penis. He moved in and out of her while her hips rose to greet his every thrust.

  “You are tight, baby. Your first time should be better than this,” he whispered in her ear. “This isn’t going to last the way I want it to. I’m too close. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

  “There might not be a next time. Just remember what I told you. Look for me in her eyes. Sometimes I’m there for just a few seconds.”

  He reached between them. If this was going to be a fast encounter, he wanted it to be a good one. Finding her clit, he rubbed it with each of his thrusts, making sure to give it the right amount of pressure.

  She rewarded him with the most adorable noises. Moans, pleas and gasps told him when he’d done something she liked. Pleasure-filled pain traveled up his spine, hardening his balls until he knew he would soon spill himself inside her.

  “Have faith in me.” He kissed her seconds before he exploded inside her. His orgasm triggered hers and he felt her pussy weep around him.

  “Oh.” Her pleasure came out on a sigh, tears spilling from her eyes. He kissed the saltiness away. How had this happened? In a million years he’d never have thought he’d ever be intimate on a bench in a shower room with Amanda Sugar. Yet he could smell the soap on her skin, the peach scent of whatever she washed her hair with and the sticky, prime scent of the hot sex they’d just had. He moved his cock, still deeply embedded inside her.

  “Goodbye, Dean.” Amanda stared up at him, her brown eyes huge.

  “No, don’t leave me.” Any interest he’d had in more sex plummeted. His erection faded and he pulled himself out.

  “Look for me. Sometimes I’m there. Right on the edges.” Her voice sounded strained.

  Dean darted upward, managing to get himself out of her before her eyes returned to their former state of cool detachment. The woman who had been Amanda moments earlier yawned as she sat up.

  “Well.” She folded her hands on her lap as if she weren’t sitting in front of him as naked as the day she’d been born. “I can honestly say I’ve never been so overwhelmed with sexual lust before. I’m going to have to think on this. I knew you would take me. Eventually.”

  Dean wanted to rip the hair from her body. How dare she sit there speaking with Amanda’s mouth and using her body for her own purposes? Did she really not know that he hadn’t had sex with her? Better that she remain clueless, but still he wanted to throw something in his frustration.

  Princess might as well have taken the woman he’d just had the most incredible sex of his life with and yanked her from his body. His hands shook. Every protective instinct he’d ever had flared to life. Even he had no idea how to save Amanda from something going on inside her own body, like an infection he didn’t have the medicine to cure.

  “Don’t you have anything to say?” She stood up. “Or did you get so overwhelmed by it that you’re now stunned silent?”

  Dean stood up. “I’m getting cleaned off. You can do whatever you want.”

  Turning the coolness back on didn’t come as easily as he would have liked. He stood under the shower spray, which had remained warm. They really must use a lot of electricity every day to keep their appliances constantly going. Princess moved into the spray next to him. How could she be in Amanda’s body, which made his cock twitch just thinking about it, yet also be so completely repugnant to him?

  She washed herself and moved to the side of the room and donned one of the robes that hung there. “When you’re finished, put this on. I’ll have your clothes washed but you’ll need to wear our human uniform.”

  They had required matching clothing in New Strauss. The first thing he did when he got home would be to get rid of that rule.

  “Sure.” He followed her to the robes and put on a blue one, since it seemed a safe assumption that those were for the men. “Why the hell not?”

  “Now there’s the nasty attitude from before. A good fuck seems to throw you off your game.”

  “The dragon I came in with objected to my foul language but you seem to have no problem with using it. What’s the matter? Keep the minions on edge and speak however you like?”

  Princess stopped moving. She tilted her head to the side. “You’re right. That word does not usually filter into my vocabulary. I must think on this.”

  Huh. Dean scratched his chin, his back to the dragon. Why would her wording have changed? He grinned. Amanda. She’d told him she showed up in little ways. He could see what she meant. In the future, he would not point it out to the scaly bitch so she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

  “What now?”

  Princess stared up at him, her eyes remote, cold and lacking the worry that had plagued the brown depths when Amanda had been in charge.

  He spoke again. “Do I go for a fitting? Sit and listen to the rules?”

  “You go and eat dinner while I figure out who I want you to join with. I have a couple of ideas. You were good at sex. It might be fun to join you with several different dragons so I can see which ones I enjoy having human sex with as well.”

  “Oh boy. A multi-dragon orgy. Just what I always wanted.”

  Princess stared straight at him. “Is that sarcasm or do you truly wish such a thing?”

  “What do you think?” He had no intention of making any of this easier on her, nor would the cold-blooded flying goats be getting the chance to fuck anyone using his body.

  He’d keep them out or he’d end all of them. Maybe he’d do both. First he needed to get to the barn to see the equipment Amanda had told him would be there, which meant he had to wait until they all went to sleep to sneak around.

  Dean sat through dinner silently. There seemed little point in discussing anything with the humans he ate with. They were all dragon joined. Anything he said would be responded to by the dragons within them. He could really deal without having to speak to any more dragons disguised as humans.

  Instead he spent the time contemplating Amanda. She’d been taken from New Strauss by her parents, had done an amazing job with her siblings after her parents had died, even though she’d been little more than a child herself. Now she was somehow surviving with that giant parasite inside her and finding ways to circumvent her captor in the meantime.

  Plus she made love so responsively that he could spend hours just licking her to see the various ways he could make her respond. Not that they’d have hours until he got her out of this prison in the sky. And maybe she wouldn’t want to again once she didn’t need the sex to communicate with him.

  The thought maybe him squirm. She’d desired him enough to throw Princess into a state of oblivion. That couldn’t have faded with a one-off like they’d had in the showers.

  He tapped his fingers on the table and nodded as if he were listening to the man next to him. Could he save them all? Were they all trapped inside their bodies, used like vessels to cart around some deranged dragon?
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  His people were waiting for him to lead them in slaughtering the dragons. Or poisoning them, as the case happened to be. His mind jolted and he stood up before he could stop himself.

  Princess looked up at him. “Are you ill?”

  “I need to use the facilities. Thanks.” He darted from the room to the washroom. Closing the door, he leaned against it to stop anyone else from coming in.

  He took some deep breaths. Panic did not exist in his world. He’d fought endless battles. He’d handle this. Princess had told him that if Amanda died, she’d leave her body and take someone else’s.

  What happened to the human if the dragon died? Was the human freed, or did the human die too? His people were outside the dragons’ lair. They’d either decided to leave him, which was possible since they likely thought him dead and eaten, or they were continuing with the mission to poison the dragon’s food supply.

  He wiped sweat off his forehead. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d wanted all the dragons dead. They would be if they ate the bad food. That would still happen. Only it might kill Amanda and all the other prisoners too.

  Amanda had told him there were two types of humans present on the compound, the joined humans and the servants. He’d bet gold that the servants handled the food preparation. They’d be the ones he had to get to in order to keep what the dragons ate safe until he knew more about what would happen.

  “Of course, asking that bitch that question isn’t going to go over well. I don’t exactly want her to know I have a murder plan up my sleeve.” He kicked the garbage can over. “Shit.”

  A knock sounded behind him. “Dean, are you ill? We can’t have sickness here. It makes for too much mess.”

  Princess seemed as if she had an obsessive-compulsive problem. Maybe that would turn out to be something he could use against her at some point. He led a large group of people. Messes happened. If she didn’t know that by now, she couldn’t be much of a leader.

  “I’m not sick.” He walked out toward her. “Can’t a guy just go to the bathroom?”