by Celeste Raye
He told me he was taking me back to his place, which, to my surprise, led us underground. Many of the dragons had taken to living underground to protect themselves from the heat. It made sense, but I wasn’t sure what to expect visually.
The caves were beautiful, with sparkling gemstones peeking through the crust of the earth as we descended down into their sub-mountain town. The caves were more like a giant vertical hole in the ground, with apartments lining every inch of the rocky descent. A field of green was at the very bottom; far enough away from the sun to benefit from its light without burning.
Tredorphen told me that only those in good standing were invited into the caves: his father’s Kingdom.
We neared the bottom of the cave, and I began to realize there was a definite hierarchy among the dragons. High-ranking shifters lived at the very bottom, closest to the King’s palace and farthest from the heat.
As we approached his home, he turned to me with a prideful smile and took my hand, leading me in through the doors. The decorations weren’t the primitive furnishings I was expecting. The stone building was full of beautifully carved furniture and a lavish bed with furs covering every inch of it.
I thought we would stop into his home and get to know one another a little better, but it seemed the sexy shifter had other plans for me.
“I find you fascinating,” he said, stopping me in the hall that led to a covered doorway.
“Thanks,” I said dumbly. “I think it’s safe to say I feel the same about you and your people.”
He opened the door, and we traveled down further into the cave until we entered a grotto: a spire of light falling down from the small hole in the top of the mountain.
I stepped into the grotto with bated breath, as it seemed he was as well. His stature became decidedly nervous, and I watched him with an amused giggle as he moved to let me pass.
The cave was stunning, with oil-slick stained rock and makeshift shelves. Only a dozen or so. I walked deeper into the small home and marveled at the strange collection of odd treasures he’d accumulated over time.
“What is all this?” I asked with a wild wonder lacing my tone.
I thumbed over the trinkets he’d found; books, photographs, broken pieces of tech and various figurines. All featuring the Earth.
“This,” he said, picking up an album of photos and carefully peeling the pages back. “Was recovered from a crashed ship I found on Durethnia.” He spoke of a planet to the north of his solar system.
I knew of the ship; I’d heard of its demise. It had been used as a reference point on the importance of hiring proper pilots and learning how to prep a ship for space travel. Apparently, the pilot was a freelancer picked up by the research crew for a cheap price. The man was drunk the entire voyage and, to our knowledge, not one of the crew survived.
My fingers traced the photograph with a bittersweet acknowledgment of their lives lost, and I pushed my lips to the side of my mouth. The photographs depicted various crewmates and travels the album’s owner had across the world. Rice fields in China, the endless waters of my home in Australia, and Irish farmlands. Whoever she was, she had a very full life before she died.
I grazed my fingers across the glossy sheet that protected the images under its hold and looked up at Tredorphen.
“There’s more,” he said and rushed to find a figurine of the spaceship that had crashed. It was weathered and faded, but the glory of its bright gold stripe still loomed over the false metals.
He pulled out a small glass thumb drive and put it into my hand. “It’s a thumb drive,” I said.
“This,” he said as he held up a tablet, “played it for me. But it doesn’t work anymore.”
I blinked down at the object and slipped one of my mini-readers out from my pocket. I inserted the drive and lo and behold, up popped a collection of old movies. Very, old movies. They depicted old westerns and black and white films that spoke of love and very little else. I giggled inwardly at the thought that Tredorphen had holed up in this cave and tried to watch movies by himself.
“They’re movies,” I explained. “They’re just…” I bit my lip. “Actors.”
“What does that mean?” he asked intensely.
“It means… they are people who…” I halted my speech and felt suddenly overwhelmed. I never had children, nor was Athena so much younger than me that I ever had to teach her anything like this. Suddenly, I could imagine us going in a circle of, ‘But why? But why? But why?’ until steam came out my ears.
I pressed my lips thin together and set the reader down to fetch one of the thick novels from his shelf and said. “Did you read this?”
“I tried,” he said, obviously not having a full grasp on reading. “Bits and pieces,” he clarified.
“Well… people write things like this. Like books or scripts and then people act them out for entertainment purposes.”
“Oh,” he said, sounding somewhat disappointed as he glanced over “So, they’re not real?”
“No, but chin up!” I laughed at his suddenly sullen expression. “They still matter.”
“And these,” he said, suddenly sounding all business again. He picked up the photo album and flipped over to the rice fields and tapped the photo gently. “What are these?”
“That’s a rice field. There’s a bunch of them in China and all over,” I explained. “China is a country on Earth, sort of like how you have different continents of land here.”
“Ah…” He ran his hand across his stubble-ridden chin and seemed to scrub against the hairs. “And, what is rice?” he laughed as he asked the question. “Food?”
I nodded and smiled. “Yes, it’s a type of food.”
“And this?” he said, flipping the page over to various other locations around the world.
I explained the majority of them to him the best I could, but couldn’t help but get the overwhelming feeling like something just wasn’t right. Some of his questions were asked with such vigor, and the rest none at all. My stomach lilted with nerves. Were I my sister, I would have gotten out of there immediately.
But I wasn’t Athena, and as I watched his deep blue eyes and dark lashes make their way to mine, I knew I wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.
He inhaled sharply and traced my jaw line with his fingers: their tips so warm and inviting I wanted to lay one in my mouth and taste him. But I didn’t. I swallowed hard and didn’t turn my head, my eyes flicking up to his in a controlled movement.
“I think you are… like nothing I’ve ever seen before,” he said slowly.
“I think I could say the same, quite literally,” I laughed.
“I need to claim you,” he said, and I felt my stomach flip once more. “Now.”
“Well, that’s romantic,” I taunted and slipped away from my seat next to him. “I think we should just, keep things professional between us.”
“You want me,” he said accusingly as he walked over to me. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face him, his breath ghosting over my face like an intoxicating call.
I opened my mouth to speak, but the sentence died on my tongue and refused to come out.
“Your little face is all I think about,” he said with a heavy tone. My face flushed hot, and he grabbed my chin to tilt my lips toward his.
“I’ve thought about you, too,” I admitted shyly.
I knew we had both been playing a game with one another, a wild chase to see who would come out the winner, but I couldn’t see the lines any longer. They blurred somewhere between confusion and lust, and I knew I couldn’t resist them any longer.
“Tredorphen, look…” I began to protest, and before any more words could spill forth, he leaned in and kissed me.
I was so used to him being polite, dancing around this little game we were playing together, trying to get something from the other, that it almost took me back to feel how forceful he was.
He picked me up and set me on one of the rock shelves that jutted out from the cave wall. He lay me on the
surface that looked like an oil slick rainbow.
“I hope this thing is sturdy,” I teased, though I was being completely serious. Every noise I heard sent a jolt of nerves through my body as though the whole shelf might crack off and we would fall to the ground in a fleeting mess.
“It is,” he said breathlessly. “It is.”
His tongue flicked against mine and rubbed hard against the length of it, exploring my mouth with haste as though his life depended on it. There was something urgent about our kiss, like if either stopped, it might not truly be happening.
I breathed lustfully into his mouth and let out a moan as he ran his hands up my body and along my large breasts. He unzipped the front of my dress as we kissed and then watched as they spilled out.
His eyes widened at the sight of them, and he cupped them carefully in his hands as though they might disappear. Licking and sucking them was the only thing that took him away from my mouth.
My hands laced through his short curls and drew him back up to my lips. My heart raced at the closeness, to really take in his scent and feel his muscles hard against me, among other things.
I reached my hand down the front of his pants with such haste that it made me blush. He smiled down at me with eyes that let me know I was being naughty and it made me feel wrong.
It was wrong. I could feel it in my bones, but I couldn’t stop.
We were both playing a game, but I knew I couldn't resist any longer. I could see his wings shimmering in the light and watched as he began to retract them.
“Don't,” I said, and he smiled genuinely.
With his wings out and scales glistening, coated with sweat, he leaned in and kissed me, explored my breasts with his mouth and hands as though he’d never seen them before.
Maybe he hadn’t.
The immense girth and the length of him only made me want to continue that much more.
I pushed the front of his pants down and moved my panties to the side of the heat that radiated between my legs, guiding him in carelessly.
The moment was hot and passionate up until when he entered me, his movements suddenly slack as he looked at me seriously. There was something in him that changed and a power, a connection, surged through me that I’d never felt before.
We locked eyes until he knew that I understood the moment and then he leaned in and kissed me before beginning to thrust.
I pulled off his shirt in haste and ran my hand along the defined muscles and golden pink scales, spreading my fingers wide against his skin. I could feel the throbbing desire burning in me and getting ready to explode.
Our breaths intermingled as he pressed his forehead to mine and slowed his rhythmic thrusting, locking his eyes with mine.
He licked across my lips before biting one, pulling it out gingerly with his teeth and I was sent over the edge.
An eruption of moans and breaths followed from both of us
“Just so you know…” I breathed out with a laugh, wiping my sticky bangs off of my forehead. “I don’t plant a seed with my tail now.”
Tredorphen laughed; hot breath ghosting over my face from the comment. He let his body fall on mine just slightly and brushed my sweaty cheek with his hand. “Good to know.”
Tredorphen
Furious kisses sounded throughout my residence as Marina’s tight body, her small waist, and thick hips drove me wild. It seemed once we broke the tension-filled barrier that separated us, the act was easy to duplicate.
Sometimes I would wait all day to see her and talk to her and hear about her thoughts and life, only to have her ripping my clothes off at first sight.
Our bodies were slick with sweat as she licked and lavished my erect length with attention before I pulled her on top of me, thrusting into her until her face beamed with color.
The buds on her chest hardened delightfully, demanding my attention. I pulled her face down and kissed her while she writhed rhythmically against my body. I could feel the wet warmth shudder around me as I slid my tongue into her mouth, and somehow knowing that I had pleased her only made me want to please her more.
She broke from the kiss and scraped her delicate fingers against my chest, using me for leverage before shivering at the finish. Her tired body lay almost limp on top of me as I used the last few thrusts to finish inside her.
Gripping her body close to mine, I began kissing her shoulders, already hungry for more. I needed to possess her, always, every day. The burning desire filled my veins, and it was as though being without her made my mind cloudy: made my arms weaker.
My wings bristled and shifted against the bed of furs, and I traced the dark freckles that stood out on her pale skin.
From her breathing, I could tell my Marina was almost asleep, safe in my arms, both of us shirking out duties, until she hummed out, “Have you ever been in a fight?”
“Verbal or physical?”
She grinned. “Both.”
“Both,” I repeated with a grin. “You saw me with the Drogs. I practically make a daily habit of fending off enemies.”
“I thought it was your job to find food?” she asked. “How many planets have you been through before you landed on Ceylara?”
“Several,” I admitted. “I hate being unable to provide for my people.”
“And here we are, stealing all your food for ourselves,” she gushed shyly, tracing her finger along the crisp lines of my chest.
We’d been feeding the humans for some time now. Most of what we had to offer were greens and meat from the Raimael. Flying creatures with stringy flesh. The humans, of course, cooked the meat over the fire, but the rest of us ate it raw.
All of the scientists expressed their appreciation for our hospitality. We were polite and welcoming, after all. But, I could tell they didn’t like it.
Marina informed me of some of her favorite foods over pillow talk. It was hard for her to describe and even harder for me to imagine what she described might taste like, though she did go on for a good long while about a strange meal she called PIZ-ZA. When I asked what it was made from, she said ‘everything,’ which I took as a slightly disturbing notion.
She spoke endlessly about fish and ‘SOO-SHI.’ The concepts were lost on me. The closest thing we had to water creatures were the serpents in the sea, and they were nothing you’d ever want to eat.
“I have to go meet my father,” I inhaled. “You’re welcome to stay here unless you would like me to fly you back up to the surface.”
“Please,” she said tiredly and lazily reached for her clothes that we had flung on the ground.
I watched her dress and could feel myself harden beneath my leathers: a rush of adrenaline coursing through my body as she slid her navy blue research suit back up her soft, creamy skin.
“Tonight?” she asked sexily as she looked at me from over her shoulder.
I laughed for the sheer attraction I felt for her at the moment and began pawing at her breasts, running my free hand through her messy blonde hair before barely grazing my lips against her. “Tonight,” I said, breathing against her mouth.
We flew back up to the surface away from the gaze of the Weredragons and I dropped her at the research center, where her associate Peter raced out to meet her.
I stood from afar and watched them until he locked eyes with me. He gave a slight nod to me and waited for me to return the gesture. When I didn’t, he offered me a scowl, and I smiled. I wasn’t fond of their friendship. The more I could keep her away, the better.
Flying back down to the stone palace was quite literally like coming home. I ascended the stairs up to my father’s council room and stopped short when I saw one of the researchers, a curvy brunette named Diana, being gripped by my father’s hand and pulled back into his war chamber.
She made an uncomfortable noise, and I backed behind a pillar to avoid his detection, watching as my father pulled the woman into a deep kiss.
I cocked a brow and narrowed my gaze viciously. I watched as his hand tore down her pan
ts unapologetically and felt around carelessly. Diana let out a grunt, and my father held her neck in his hand.
My feet felt like springboards, readying me to rush into action to protect the girl from harm. Not to mention spare my mother’s pride, should she walk in on them.
Just as I readied myself to take Diana from her assault, she began to moan loudly against my father’s touch, and I turned away. I pressed up awkwardly against the pillar and swallowed hard.
These humans were going to be a problem.
I already knew of several shifters who had taken them to their beds. As I had, I supposed. But Marina was a willing partner. I claimed her. She was mine.
Not all, I feared, would have the same consent.
And with a lack of females around, there was no shortage of shifters who wanted to bed the insatiable humans.
My mother, a graceful white dragon with bright blue eyes and thin, slit-like pupils came up behind me. I set my jaw tersely and looked over at her with a forced smile.
“Mother!” I shouted loudly—hopefully loud enough for my idiot father to hear.
“Son,” she said with a regal nod. “You’re here to see the D’Karr?”
“Yes, but I’ve only just arrived.”
“So have Aurlauc and Khrelan,” she said as she extended her hand to my two childhood friends as they came up the stairs.
“Aurlauc,” I said in a desperate tone only he could read. Centuries of knowing one another had given Aurlauc and me shorthand that I was growing incredibly grateful for. I eyed my father’s chamber and instructed, “Go alert my father that we are here. I want to talk to my mother.”
Aurlauc’s response, his expression, would have made me laugh if I wasn’t so furious with my father for putting us all in the most awkward situation imaginable.
“Sure thing,” the black-scaled dragon said and shuffled his wings together before taking a well-deserved deep breath and heading into my father’s room.
“How are you, mother?” I asked, making small talk with her as I cupped my hands around her delicate fingers and kissed them.
She was a regal-looking woman, my mother. I’d always thought so. Many of the other female shifters grew jealous of her. Not only to be the D’sharr, but to be the most elegant of them all. She had long, white hair that fell to her feet and shimmering wings. They were unnaturally long. She was one of the fastest shifters in a flight race. Or, she used to be back when she was young.
