Alien Dragon's Spawn (Dragons of Arcturus Book 1)

by Lizzy Bequin

  CHAPTER 23

  Skal’s mating appendage flexed proudly. A gush of his precursor fluid traveled up and out of his pole, splashing between Katrine’s legs, painting her with his pale, sticky substance.

  Katrine squealed.

  Skal gazed upon his tiny human prize, his pet. Her pink nipples were hard as porcelain peaks atop her soft breasts. Her lips were parted in anticipation. Her legs had fallen open wide, exposing herself fully to him. Her ravaged hair spilled around her head like a curly, golden halo.

  “Goddess, you look so beautiful like this,” Skal growled.

  She smelled beautiful too.

  Warm, animal scents wafted from every nook and crevice of her supple body, signalling her receptivity and further stiffening Skal’s member. Like invisible smoke, the odors curled from the hollow of her neck, her underarms, her exposed and glistening cunt.

  Skal grunted with satisfaction.

  Soon he would be inside her.

  And some small part of Katrine was already inside him too: her blood, licked away from her injured knees.

  Already, his alien physiology had begun to integrate her blood cells, directing them to the throbbing egg sacs at the base of his erection. Her genes were being added to the egg that would soon be embedded in her womb.

  The thought of her smooth pink belly distended with his egg inside further excited Skal. He could hardly wait to make that happen.

  Katrine hummed as Skal pressed the meat of his shaft against her outside, humping her, grinding his tip against her erect nub.

  “Skal, it’s so big,” Katrine whimpered.

  Her hand squeezed him, tugged him. His mating appendage looked monstrous in the human’s tiny fingers.

  Katrine jerked him, coaxing more of his fluid onto her clit. He thumbed her there, and she shuddered with pleasure.

  Her hole opened for him.

  Goddess, her mating passage was so small, and Skal’s appendage so large. Even with the excess of lubrication greasing her entrance, it was going to be a tight fit. Though Skal was a shapeshifter, even his power had limitations. To make himself even smaller would be impossible for him.

  He would take it slow. Gentle. As gentle as his urges would allow.

  “I need to taste you, atma,” Skal purred.

  He kissed her cheek, her jaw, then pressed his lips to hers. Katrine’s mouth opened, and Skal seized the opportunity to deepen their kiss, easing his tongue into her mouth. He timed his tongue with the rhythmic rocking of his pelvis as he humped his cock against her slit.

  Even just that touch made Skal struggle to keep his concentration.

  A brief flicker of red scales wiped across his human form before he regained his focus. Whether Katrine noticed or not, Skal could not tell.

  The dragon was his primary, natural form. He could shift and mimic other life forms, such as his human mate. However, the change required concentration. If his focus wavered, he would automatically return to his dragon size and shape.

  That is what had happened before, in the crystal cavern, while he feasted on Katrine’s tender flesh. His excitement had been so great that he had unwittingly shifted back to the dragon while he licked her.

  In that case it had not mattered. Only his tongue had been inside her.

  But if he shifted while Katrine was impaled on his mating appendage…

  It was dangerous, but his urges were ungovernable. He needed to bury himself to the root in her open cunt. He needed to implant his eggs inside her chamber. She was his atma, after all.

  He would just have to be strong, stay focused.

  Skal moved himself into position. His dripping cock jutted toward her wet apex. He gripped his base, brandishing himself, wedging it against her slippery opening.

  Katrine’s small body tensed beneath him. She looked nervous, uncertain. Skal knew he should stop. He shouldn’t go any further.

  But that tight wet opening was impossible to resist. The throbbing urge in his sacs was undeniable.

  His tip nudged against her. With some patience and pressure, his sensitive crown forced its way inside, stretching her opening around him.

  Katrine gasped softly.

  “Oh!”

  This was it. Finally, the dragon was inside his mate. Soon he would fill her up completely. He would fill her human belly with his spawn.

  Skal savored the hot tightness around his tip for a moment longer, then he started to push deeper.

  Katrine’s voice stopped him.

  “Skal, wait!”

  CHAPTER 24

  The dragon was inside her.

  Okay, so it was just the tip, but that counted. Katrine was being penetrated by a dragon.

  She wanted him to go deeper, wanted to take it all the way. But there was one thing that was still bothering her.

  Katrine rested her fingers against those taut abdominals hovering over her.

  “Skal,” she said, running her fingers down those rippled muscles. “What you said before, about putting your eggs inside me…”

  “Yes?” his voice was tight with strained patience. He wanted to sink into her so bad, but he was holding back for her.

  “You can…put your egg inside my uterus?” Katrine asked. “That will really work?”

  The flared end of Skal’s penis throbbed just inside her entrance. Dribbles of his precursor fluid spilled inside her hole and trickled in her channel.

  The dragon nodded. Fires of barely contained lust burned in his yellow eyes.

  “Yes, atma. It is a special adaptation of the dragons of Arcturus. Because we can shift, we are able to implant our eggs in any suitable species.”

  There was that word he had used before.

  Implant.

  That word sounded so invasive. So alien. As if a foreign parasite were going to take up residence inside her body. And wasn’t that basically what Skal was talking about? He wasn’t going to be fertilizing her with semen. He would be implanting a fully formed egg into her uterus.

  The child would be his alone. Katrine would merely be a vessel.

  A receptacle.

  An incubator.

  “The baby won’t really be mine, will it?” she asked.

  Skal must have read the pain on her face and in her trembling voice. He stroked her cheeks tenderly with the back of his claws and smiled through his strain.

  “The child will be as much yours as mine,” he said. “The egg was formed from your own DNA.”

  “Really?” Katrine gasped. “But how?”

  “Your blood.”

  Of course. Earlier, when her knees were scraped, Skal had cleaned away the blood with his tongue. His saliva had healed her shallow wounds rapidly. But something else had happened too.

  “I absorbed your cells, Kat,” Skal purred. “I have used those cells to form a new egg within my sacs. The egg contains your genes. That way, your chamber will accept it when I implant it deep inside you.”

  Katrine’s entranced tightened around the tip of Skal’s strange, alien cock. More of his lubricating fluid oozed inside her.

  The child would be theirs together.

  His and hers.

  Katrine had wanted a child so badly, but she thought she couldn’t have one.

  Now Skal was about to change all of that.

  The dragon man didn’t wait for Katrine’s permission. He had stopped when she had asked him to, but now his desire was so profound that he couldn’t hold back a moment longer. He started pushing into her. His thick, textured cock disappeared between Katrine’s open thighs, inch by throbbing inch.

  “Oh fuck,” she gasped.

  Her hands went behind her head, fingers gripping into the tangled fibers of the nest, steadying her body against the long, slow thrust of the dragon-man’s cock filling her up. The muscles of her pelvis ached as his girth stretched her.

  “Skal,” she whimpered. “God, you feel so fucking big inside me...”

  He plunged deeper until the broad, flared head of his cock brushed her cervix and the
hard casing of his sac was pressed against her wet taint and ass.

  Katrine moaned at the feeling of total fullness inside her. She had never been filled so totally by a man before.

  Apparently t took a dragon to give her what she really needed.

  Skal dropped his face to hers and claimed her mouth in a scorching kiss that sent rivulets of red hot lava searing through her veins. Katrine’s lips parted for him, letting his long, skillful tongue penetrate her mouth just as his thick, pulsating cock was penetrating her below. Her arms wrapped around Skal’s back, feeling his trembling muscles and the leather of his wings. She moaned into his mouth.

  Just as Katrine felt she would drown inside that kiss, the dragon pulled back, leaving her gasping for air. A silver thread of saliva bridged their lips.

  Then Skal started to fuck.

  He drew his powerful hips back until his cock nearly slipped from her hole. At the last second, before his tip popped out, he speared into her again, stabbing hilt deep, plunging to her back wall.

  “Oh fuck, Skal!” Katrine cried.

  His cock was brushing her cervix, but instead of jabbing painfully, his strange, flexible tip seemed to conform to her shape, massaging her deepest epicenter in a way she’d never known before.

  “Goddess, you feel so good around me,” Skal murmured. “So soft and so warm.”

  The dragon man fucked her with long, gliding strokes. His shaft moved in and out of her well-greased sex like a piston of steel. The nubs and ridges of his scales tickled her inner tissues and buffed secret, sensitive places inside that even Katrine didn’t know were there.

  Skal held himself deep and swiveled his hips, stirring his cock around her insides and stimulating places that simple thrusts wouldn’t get. Katrine’s inner walls answered by clenching around him.

  “You’re so sensitive,” he purred. “I love the way your body responds to me, atma.”

  Katrine loved it too. She had never been so deeply dominated before, and it felt good. She wanted to surrender herself to him fully, to submit to his power, to be consumed by the fire of his dragon lust.

  Skal pumped her faster and harder, grunting like a beast with each thrust of his hard, dominating cock. Wet, raunchy squelching sounds issued from Katrine’s fucked hole. Her pussy squeezed and trembled, sucking him like a mouth.

  “Don’t stop,” she whined. “Skal, It feels so fucking good…”

  Already, her muscles were tightening in anticipation of the eventual release. The tendons of her spread thighs ached. Her belly twitched. Her hands slid down to her mate’s buttocks and squeezed those twin engines of muscle that were driving his deep, pulverizing thrusts.

  “Fuck me,” she cried. “Fuck me, Skal. Fuck me…”

  Beneath Katrine’s body, the wicker nest creaked and protested under the force of their mating.

  She felt so open to him now. Her opening was dripping, not just with arousal fluid, but with those thicker cervical secretions that signaled what her body truly wanted.

  “Skal,” she moaned. “Skal, I want it. I want you to put a baby inside me.”

  Her dragon mate grunted. He nestled his mouth against her ear as he fucked her.

  “Careful, little mate. You’ll make me lose control.

  If anyone was in danger of losing control, it was Katrine. Her skin was hot. She seemed on the verge of bursting into flames. The only things keeping her from combusting were the sweat beading from her wide open pores and slippery wet arousal spilling from her hole with each pump of Skal’s dragon cock. Her fluid trickled down her taint, staining the cushions of the nest.

  Even Katrine herself could hardly believe what she was begging for. It was crazy, but her urges were overwhelming and irresistible. She wanted to feel a life growing inside her womb, and she wanted this dragon to be the one who put it there.

  Her fingers twined through his thick back hair and clutched at his mounded shoulders and neck.

  “Give it to me, Skal,” she whined. “Give me a baby. Give me your baby…”

  He grunted again, as if in pain. He seemed to be struggling to restrain a primal fire inside him. His thrusting was becoming rough, frenzied. His already enormous cock seemed to swell even more inside her, stretching her with its girth.

  “Careful…Don’t want…to hurt…you…”

  The red scales on his arms spread to his chest. The muscles of his back bulged thicker beneath Katrine’s fingers. The dragon’s wings seemed to stretch wider.

  Only now did Katrine begin to understand the nature of Skal’s warning.

  The dragon was his primary form. The humanoid shape that he now wore required concentration for him to maintain. As he lost himself to the throes of his lust, that concentration was wavering. And if he lost control completely, he would shift back to dragon form.

  Should that happen while he was inside Katrine, it would tear her apart.

  “Fuck,” Skal growled, his already deep voice growing deeper. “Oh fuck...”

  The vertical slits of his yellow eyes dilated to wide, black ovals. His crown of horns stretched. His face blistered with red scales.

  Katrine needed to do something quick.

  Her hands fluttered to Skal’s angled, hard-hewn jaw line. She raised her face to his, pressing against him forehead to forehead.

  “Skal, baby, stay with me,” she whispered.

  He was fucking her so hard now. His pelvis pounded against her ass and spread thighs. His cock impaled so deep inside her. He grunted and growled like a savage beast.

  “Stay with me baby,” Katrine pleaded. “Stay with your, atma.”

  That last word seemed to shake something loose behind Skal’s eyes. Some gleam of humanity beneath the bestial fury.

  “Atma,” he murmured. “Mate…”

  It had worked. His shift to dragon form halted. Katrine could only guess the supreme power of will that it took for him to mold himself back into his man-shape for her.

  “Atma.” His lips brushed hers. “Are you ready?”

  She nodded, lips trembling, forehead to forehead with her dragon lover.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “Skal I’m ready…”

  It started as a swelling at the base of Skal’s cock. A hard bolus that stretched Katrine’s opening to its limit. She let out a desperate, ragged sob—a sound of pleasure laced with pain.

  The shaft of Skal’s cock was moving now, constricting and relaxing in a wavelike motion. The hard, thick bulb at his base popped inside Katrine’s hole, pressed forward by the strange peristalsis of his member.

  It was the egg.

  She could feel it moving, a fist-sized lump traveling up the length of Skal’s pulsating shaft. The dragon man wasn’t thrusting into her now, but his thickly muscled ass was clenching and contracting beneath Katrine’s fingers.

  “Oh my God!” she gasped.

  A new sensation had been added to the mix. Something stirring at her deepest center. It felt as though the tip of Skal’s cock had flattened against her cervix and a thousand tiny nubs were massaging her there, coaxing her open.

  The feeling was incredible, like nothing Katrine had experienced before. It was not like the beginnings of a clitoral or G-spot orgasm, but a third type of climax originating at her very epicenter.

  “Open for me, atma,” Skal grunted. “Receive my spawn.”

  She felt the gateway to her innermost chamber dilate at the dragon’s command. Felt the hard ball of the egg inching deeper. Felt the impending orgasm swelling like a wave about to crash.

  “Skal…” Her voice trembled. “Skal, it…it feels so strange…”

  Now the swollen bulb in Skal’s shaft had reached her back wall. The pressure was immense. The egg was right there, right on the verge of entering her uterus.

  Her eyes squeezed shut. Her breath came and went in ragged gasps. She smelled fire, heard the gusting wind.

  “Skal…don’t stop…it’s…it’s there…”

  Pop

  Katrine’s climax erupted. It exp
loded outward from her core, out to the tips of her extremities—her curling fingers and toes and pebble hard nipples—before imploding back into her shuddering epicenter in a molten rush. Her mind disappeared, lost in dreams and visions of ecstatic, all consuming fire. It seemed as if it would never end.

  When at last she came back to herself, Skal was collapsed on top of her, panting, exhausted. His weight was a wall of muscle and flesh pressing her down into the nest. His cock was still hard and pulsing inside her channel. Her thighs and pelvis were slathered with both of their sticky, mingled secretions. Their legs were tangled like tree roots.

  Skal’s labored breathing was like a roar against her ear. Gradually, his pants and grunts transitioned into her name.

  “Kat…Kat…”

  She buried her face against his neck, inhaling his warm, masculine scent.

  Never before had Kat felt so safe and secure as she did now, pinned and penetrated beneath her dragon lover’s hot, hard body.

  And deep within her belly lay the smooth, round weight of the egg.

  Their egg.

  CHAPTER 25

  Outside, the storm continued to crash around the jagged brow of the mountain.

  But deep inside the dragon’s mountain hall, Katrine was safe, warm, and mostly dry. She leaned back into Skal’s protective, cradling arm and smoothed her hands over the little bump in her belly. Even in just a short time, the alien egg inside her seemed to have grown.

  It seemed too crazy to even be possible.

  She’d been knocked up by an alien dragon.

  “Is it really ours?” Katrine asked in disbelief. “Our baby? Yours and mine both?”

  Skal rumbled pleasantly, and the sound sent good vibrations reverberating all through Katrine’s body. His clawed fingers lightly caressed her bare arm.

  “Yes, little atma. It is ours.”

  It seemed too good to be true. For such a long time now, Katrine’s infertility problem had dominated her thoughts. Even when she was thinking of something else, her problem was there, like a low-level vibration in the back of her mind.

  Now all of that was changed.

  Now she was pregnant.

  Okay, so it was not an ordinary pregnancy by any means. As far as she could tell, she literally had a dragon’s egg inside her, shell and all.