Dragon's Kiss (Red Planet Dragons of Tajss Book 5)

by Miranda Martin

It's a huge, gorilla-looking thing that pounds the ground with massive, tree-trunk arms. The earth trembles. Thick white fur hangs over its shoulders and down the top half of its arms, but the bottom half is bare skin that's a rich blue color. It has sharp brown eyes that stare right at Ragnar.

  It screams, a loud, harsh sound that hurts my ears. The leaves of the trees rustle as if in response to its call.

  My stomach tightens into a hard ball.

  Cold chills run down my limbs.

  A half dozen more of the things, smaller but still huge, drop out of the trees and move into a line just behind the big one.

  "Shit," I exhale.

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  Ragnar

  I hiss and hit my chest then throw my arms wide. The majmun alpha rises onto his hind legs, answering my challenge.

  It's a big one. Standing on two legs, he's not much shorter than me. He pounds his chest with a thumping sound that vibrates in my bones.

  The rest of his pack lines up behind him, ready to support their leader. Olivia says something behind me that sounds like a curse. If I was armed and wasn't hurt, this wouldn't be the problem it is now. I'm unarmed and can't use my wings, this could go either way. majmun are primal and that calls to my bijass. I want to dominate the challenger.

  The red rage rises, pushing for control. Nothing will stand against me.

  Edicts. Remember the edicts.

  Olivia says something and I wish, with all my heart, I knew what she was saying. The majmun alpha pounds the ground again, earth flying up from his fist. On a whim, I respond by slapping the water with my open hand. It sprays across the distance, soaking his thick fur.

  He screeches and scampers back, baring his teeth at me. Smiling, I take two steps forward, hissing and holding my arms out to the side. He storms forward but stops before coming too close to the water's edge. He screeches, rises, pounds his chest then drops heavily to all fours.

  Stepping forward another step, I slap the water, palms down, making a thunderous report. The majmun lined up to either side of him drop back, almost cowering. The alpha holds his ground but I sense his fear. So does his tribe. The smallest of them turns and leaps up into the branches of the nearest baoba tree.

  I slap the water again, this time cupping my hands to send more water spraying at the alpha. He sees it coming and scampers back with a high-pitched shriek. He dodges the water spray, but he's lost esteem in the eyes of his tribe. The beta, a majmun every bit as big as the alpha, watches.

  Suddenly, in a blur of motion, the beta leaps, landing on the alpha's back. The two of them roll into the tree line, out of sight. Sounds of a struggle ensue and the rest of the majmun look at each other, chittering and screeching. Almost as one they leap away into the tree-tops.

  When I turn, Olivia is right behind me. Her wet shirt clinging to the curves of her body outlines the fullness of her unprotected breasts. Dark circles shine through the wet fabric at the center, hard points pressing through the fabric. My prime penis stiffens, pushing uncomfortable against the cloth of my pants.

  Rage gives way to desire, still the influence of the bijass. I bested my foe and protected my female, now it demands I claim her. My cock throbs, pulsing with the beating of each of my hearts. Stepping closer to her, my erection presses into her stomach.

  Her eyes widen, she looks down, then up with a shy smile. She speaks, words that have no meaning, no understanding. It should be clear what I need, how can she not see? I want her.

  She says something again then puts her hands on my shoulders and twists. Looking at her small, pale hand on my skin, I follow the beautiful line of her arm back to her face. She's speaking still and attempting to twist me around.

  Curious what she is thinking, I move to her desire. She stops when my back is to her. There's a small splash as she goes under the water, then she's scrubbing my back with handfuls of sand again. Instinct rages with the pounding of the bijass, demanding satisfaction. I struggle with desire, no matter how strong the urge I will take nothing from her she does not freely offer.

  Pushing past the urges allows me to focus on her touch. She's gentle but it hurts. Some of the wounds must be deep, judging by the depth of my pain.

  Each time I flinch she says something that sounds like eyemsosawry.

  Staring down at the water, it becomes tinted with red. I'm going to need healing paste. If we hadn't lost the group it wouldn't be a problem. I had packed some for our journey to the city.

  Now, separated and alone, there is none. I'll have to make it. This would be fine if I wasn't already wounded. I try to open my wings. Everything turns white hot, blinding me with pain. Crying out, I lose my balance.

  Her voice cuts through the splashing water and the agony. Her soft hands are on my face, cupping my cheeks. Concern and fear dance behind her beautiful eyes.

  "I'm fine," I say, resting a hand on her waist to steady myself.

  She says something and I curse our inability to talk. Her fingertips trail down my cheeks and I force a smile. Reassuring her I'm fine in the only way I can. My dick throbs with hard, pulsing need and desire to the point I might explode, spilling my desire into the water.

  Gripping her waist in my hand as I wrap my free arms around her shoulders, I pull her closer. Holding her tight, crushing my steel-hard cock between us.

  I'm in no shape to travel and she isn't either. We need rest and time to heal. I don't know how far from the city we are, or if I'm going in the right direction. We're here, together, and I need her. Desire pushes aside reasons I should do anything but hold her.

  Her body molds to mine, fitting against me as if made for just this moment. Her soft, full breasts press into my chest. My prime penis digs into her stomach and as she moves and I'm almost pushed over the edge. Lowering my hands across her beautiful ass, I take it and squeeze, lifting her, pulling her face to mine.

  Her head leans back.

  Her lips part, welcoming.

  Time slows, the small distance becoming a huge chasm.

  Closer, my hearts beat, then closer.

  My lips tingle in anticipation. I will mate with her mouth as Astarot has done with his female.

  Closer.

  Soft, luscious mouth pressing, moving against mine.

  Cock pulsing.

  Hands roaming.

  My tongue darts out, tasting her.

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  Olivia

  His tongue touches my lips, the taste of him is cool and scorching all at once.

  He pulls back, his eyes smoldering with desire. I'm left shaking, hollow.

  My pulse throbs between my legs.

  His hands are on my ass, roaming back and forth, his fingertips grazing between my legs. A shiver races up my spine.

  One of his hands moves up my back to stroke my hair as he leans in.

  His tongue darts out once more, licking, tasting, exploring.

  I didn't know Zmaj knew what a kiss was, but damn he's good!

  He runs his hand through my hair as his lips meet mine again. Soft, gentle kisses, our lips touch and part.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck I let myself go, giving in to his touch. Panting through parted lips our tongues meet, dance then part.

  Soft lips seeking more. My fingers tingle as I run them down his neck and across his shoulders. His scales are cool to the touch, the hard silky texture enticing.

  Ragnar trails his hand down my spine. Another shiver at its passage.

  Still in the oasis, lapping waves of warm water caress between my legs. Desire pounds through my veins, drumming with my racing pulse.

  The enormous Zmaj hunter carries me out of the water, his lips never far from mine.

  His tongue darts in and out, like a hummingbird tasting a sweet flower.

  I groan with pleasure.

  His cock pressing into my stomach feels huge. Too big to believe. I want him but can my body handle that much?

  Awareness beyond the sweet, cinnamon-ish taste of his lips is dim as he moves us out of the water.
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  Wrapping my legs tighter around his waist drives his cock so hard into me, I can feel it pulsing. He wants me.

  He wants me.

  I have to think it again.

  I'm not the girl guys want, not like this. Ragnar doesn't care, he wants me. In his arms, I'm special.

  Pleasure races out from deep in my center, making me shudder with the force of its passage.

  I've never, in my life, felt desired like I do now.

  We're lowering but it's like I'm floating. He's so strong, there's no sense of gravity. No pull of the earth. I'm in the embrace of his wings, drifting to the ground.

  Ragnar covers me, large and powerful. His lips crushing mine.

  On his elbows, engulfing me with his large size, I'm tiny and possessed.

  His soft lips kiss across my cheek, his hands roam across my wet blouse.

  I run my fingers through his hair, stroking along the bulky muscles of his shoulders down to his bulging biceps then back up and through his hair.

  His cock strains against his pants, pressing hard against my pussy. Wet heat soaks my thighs. I wonder again how big can he actually be?

  His thumb passes over my nipple, shock waves drive out all other thought.

  Moaning in pleasure my hips move with a mind of their own, pushing up and into him.

  In moments my blouse is off then his warm mouth encompasses my swollen nipple and I'm gasping for air.

  His hot, rough tongue licks across then circles while he sucks. I flush as my heart jumps into overdrive.

  Pleasure makes me writhe beneath him.

  I'm transported under the ministrations of his tongue to my breasts. He moves from one to the other then back.

  As he rises from one, he pauses and looks for a long, admiring moment.

  He lowers his head and his mouth works one hard bud while his thumb and forefinger play with the other.

  It's a double whammy of sensation.

  My clit throbs so bad it almost hurts.

  My hands tighten in his hair, pulling as the intense pleasure of his mouth wracks my body.

  As he passes from one breast to another his hips grind against me. The bulge of his cock presses hard against my pussy even through our clothes.

  I take one hand from his hair and slide it down between us.

  I need release; the pressure is too much.

  He moans against me, vibrating my breasts.

  "Ragnar!" I cry out, my hand slipping inside my pants.

  Passing down I find my swollen clit. The moment my fingers touch, I buck underneath his greater weight, driving his cock hard against the dividing fabric.

  Shudders race through me, my toes curl and my back arches.

  His bulky arms wrap around me, protective, pulling me to his chest and holding me close.

  My orgasm spikes in a quick, overwhelming snap.

  It eases just as quickly and I know it wasn't enough. I need him more.

  Ragnar kisses down the swell of my breasts and onto my stomach.

  A moment of self-consciousness passes over me but washes away as he kisses his way lower. His fingers stroke hot trails of fire down my sides. They hook under the hem of my pants and I lift, letting him slide them off.

  He hisses as I'm exposed, his eyes widening in clear admiration.

  His hands move slowly, tentative, and I would almost swear they tremble just before he touches me.

  He runs his hands over my middle and down my thighs, lowering his head.

  His tongue darts out and touches me at the top of my opening making me shiver in anticipation.

  Large, firm hands push apart my thighs, demanding entrance.

  His warm breath crosses my delicate lips and his hands lightly massage my thighs, then his tongue traces the crease of my leg, just touching the left side of my lips.

  My eyes roll back in my head with pleasure. Grabbing his hair in both hands I knot my fingers and tug, pulling him towards my center.

  His rough, hot tongue laps at the outside of my folds without penetrating.

  Delicate, rapid licks, tasting my juices, he groans and says something. God I wish I knew what it was but it sounds so breathtakingly sexy!

  Lowering his head his tongue drives in and I cry out as its rough width forces me open.

  He drags it up, moving side to side, opening me to my fullest.

  Pulling up until he reaches my clit, he encompasses it with his mouth and sucks.

  I've never felt anything like this. My limbs go weak, my muscles are unresponding jelly.

  Fire burns through my veins.

  My heart races like wild horses.

  I rise to the edge then he backs me down, moving from my center, licking my thighs, my outer lips and then somehow sensing I'm off the edge he drives back in, pushing me back up before retreating again.

  It's a roller-coaster of sensation. Rising, cresting, then backing away.

  His hands are everywhere, touching, exploring as his tongue searches me out.

  I'm taken by a storm. Falling into my orgasm, a tightness in my core that explodes. I'm washed away. Waves of fiery pleasure burn through my limbs then ice comes behind.

  My back arches, my toes curl as I lift into him and beyond.

  He holds me tight as my body shudders, I'm in his strong arms.

  Shivering, the last vestiges of my pleasure pass. My muscles twitch before I collapse to the ground, protected by the warmth of his body.

  He climbs up, passing over me, until our lips meet again. Soft gentle kisses.

  One of his hands lowers while he holds himself up with the other. Anticipation tinged with fear creates a thrill that rushes through me.

  I've wondered so many times what he looks like, how big can he be? Now, at last, I'm going to find out.

  Fumbling, he undoes his pants until they hang loose. Deep in shadow I catch a swinging glimpse of a massive cock.

  It can't be that big!

  He slides his pants down and his dick bounces free.

  Its massive, and it's ridged. It's too big. I panic and push against his chest, sliding away.

  He looks up, meeting my eyes, confusion dancing in his.

  Shaking my head side to side I can't take my eyes off his cock.

  It's as big around as my fist and the top side has ridges that look like they're made of bone running from the head to the base. And long! It has to be over thirteen inches.

  "I can't," I say. "It's too big!"

  Pushing my way out from under him, I reach for my clothes. He says something, shaking his head, and I know he doesn't understand. How do I make myself understood?

  He rolls back onto his knees. His massive, thick, rock-hard cock juts out like an accusing finger.

  I can hear the question in his voice even if I don't understand the words. Shaking my head, I point at his cock then make a circle with my hands, mimicking its size. Pointing at my own parts I shrink the size of my hands, shaking my head.

  Ragnar frowns.

  I feel terrible but what if he hurts me? We're lost in the desert with no one else around. I can't, not here, not now.

  He says something else, stands up and pulls his pants back into place.

  "I'm sorry," I say.

  Useless words.

  He looks at me for a long moment. There's no accusation in his eyes but he turns his back and walks a distance off. Pulling my clothes on, I put my back to one tree and wrap my arms around my knees. How can I be so terrible?

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  Ragnar

  The suns drop to the horizon, stretching their final, red rays through the leaves of the baboa trees. I feel out of place.

  Why did Olivia push me away?

  What did I do wrong? Did I fail to please her?

  The sweet taste of her is on my tongue and I would happily continue if more is what she wants.

  Sunlight sparkles off the oasis and some small, aquatic creature breaks the surface, causing a soft splash.

  My awareness of Olivia has not dulled, my coc
k still aches for her. I want her. I need her and I'm certain I brought her pleasure. How different can these females be from Zmaj? Their anatomy is similar enough.

  Though the way her breasts… how enticing and overtly sexual…

  Sighing, I turn back to her. A war is not won by inaction.

  Olivia trembles as our eyes meet. Beads of moisture dot her forehead as her eyes dart away.

  I think I understand.

  Walking over to her I place a hand gently on her cheek. Her eyes slowly rise to mine.

  "I am sorry I was not pleasing to you," I say. "I will learn and be better."

  She doesn't respond for a few moments then says something. One delicate eyebrow arches up as she tilts her head.

  Not understanding what she is saying, I smile in what I hope conveys reassurance. She waits as if expecting me to respond and the moment drags out, but then she wraps her arms around me, lying her head on my chest.

  No matter what might be wrong between us, nothing else matters but having her in my arms. A deep, fulfilling sense of satisfaction pleases the dragon in me.

  This. This is what I want. Her. My treasure.

  It doesn't matter how I have her, just that I do.

  The shadows slide in as we stand, holding one another.

  Words, impossible as they are, are unnecessary.

  Running my fingers through her hair, the warmth of her cheek on my chest, this is all I need. The world will wait.

  As darkness encroaches further, she stirs, pulling her face from my chest. She looks up and opens her mouth to say something when her belly grumbles. Her eyes widen as both her hands fly to her stomach. In the dim light her cheeks turn a brighter shade of red.

  I understand her body. She's hungry.

  Setting to work, I gather pieces of wood from loose limbs lying about and dry grasses. Using small stones, I surround a shallow pit and place the grass in the center then criss-cross the pieces of wood over it. Opening my mouth, I pull on the glands in my throat and spit a small ball of fire into my creation. The grass catches and the wood follows, making a small fire that will warm the guster meat in my pack. Also, it will keep most creatures at bay during the night.