"You're my mate."
"Not a good enough answer. I don't want you to waste that time on me. It would be a distraction. Your rightful mate has got to be out there."
"No, she's right here with me now. Look, Amber, look at me." He waited for her to look at him. "As my mate, when I join with you, you become more like me in many ways."
"Whoa—do I become a Dragon?" Amber wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing, but she was excited to know what being mated to him would do.
"Slow down there, my love. No, you will not be able to transform into a Dragon, but my wisdom, lifespan, telepathy, and other traits will, by connection to me, become a part of your abilities."
"Wow—talk about a marriage gift."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that I could maybe give you like a toolbox as a wedding gift. There's no way I can compete with prolonged life."
"Yes, you can."
"How so?" Curiosity spiked her interest.
"You could give me children."
"Oh, why didn't I think of that first?" She allowed the idea to rumble around for a moment. "So, you’re saying that I'm able to bear your children?"
"Yes, as long as your reproductive system is in good working order. I'm humanoid, remember?"
"My lady bits are fine.” She stressed that part. He needed to know and not get it twisted about her fertility status. From what she understood, the women in her family could get pregnant with a sexy look. No, she’d make sure he understood how easy it was for her to get pregnant. “I’m very fertile. Getting pregnant has never been a problem for any of my family.” She was in excellent working order when it came to being able to conceive.
He grinned again. “Good to know. Not to worry at the moment though, you’re not ovulating.”
“What?” she looked down to see if she had some weird indicator glowing or something. Nothing was out of the realm of possibility with this Dragon. “How do you know that?”
“I can smell when a female is in her fertile time of the month—that would be what you call being in heat for your animals.”
“Oh, that’s a cool party trick. I can see how that might make for never getting caught up in an unplanned family situation.”
His look was odd, but he didn’t remark on what she said. Mulling over another aspect of his argument, she blurted out, “Answer me this. What do you mean about the humanoid part, I don't know what that means."
His panty-wetting gorgeous smile was back. " Ah, yes, the best part. It means that we're species compatible. Or, in simpler terms, we’re in the same genus family. You know, the parts fit and work. Therefore, we're able to procreate."
"All right then, this just got real serious.” She needed to slow this down. Scientists with any common sense didn’t do what she was considering—did they? Everything in her being wanted to be with him, and screamed for the chance. Why? She wasn’t certain, but her biology agreed with him. They were extremely compatible. Those lady bits he’d referenced ached for him. Cobbling together as much coherent thought as she could with her body screaming to join with his, she wanted to make sure to get more clarity on just how big of a crazy leap she was about to make. “Just so we’re clear, you're saying that I can get pregnant and have baby dragons?"
"Yes."
"How would I carry them? I mean no harm, but please don't say they would hatch like a bird."
"Huh, why would you think that?" He looked perplexed.
"Because you're a Dragon. Weren't you hatched?"
"No, I was born to my parents, just like you."
"Oh," relief washed over her. "I didn't expect that. Did I offend you?"
"Not in the least. You had no way of knowing. Yes, it's good we have this talk."
"What about getting pregnant? I'm not sure I'm ready for that just yet?"
"Then, we shall wait to have children."
"But, I want to, you know, I want to join and have sex with you."
"We will."
"Does that mean we have to go to the store and get condoms then?"
"No, my Amber, that means, I don't give you fertile seed until you're ready."
"Hold up. Are you saying you can control when I'd get pregnant?"
"Most likely."
"What do you mean most likely?"
"I mean that if I concentrate on not impregnating you, my seed won't take root."
"That sounds like some wives' tale superstition."
“I can see how that might sound.”
“It sounds like something made up.” Amber had to consider the source, though. Brief as it may be, her time spent with Noran had shown him to be honorable and truthful. “You know what? I’m an adult, and I want to make an adult decision.”
He waited, saying nothing.
Not sure how she knew, but Amber sensed this was the turning point of her life. She had a chance at love and a family. The path she’d been on was full of bitter fighting—alone.
“I’m a woman of logic and reason, a scientist. The fact that you exist should be proof that life has way more mysteries than I could ever uncover.”
“Amber,” he tilted her face up to meet his. “We can wait. I wouldn’t ask you to put your career or anything else you aspire to have on hold. How about we get some rest. Tomorrow we can sort things out and go from there.”
He released her prepared to lie down when she yanked on his arm to stop.
“No, I know what I want.” Capturing his attention, she spoke with the conviction of her heart. “You’re a great man, make that Dragon, and you’ve been forthcoming with me so far. I say, life with you still trumps life without you.” Amber closed her eyes to gather the courage to say it. “Let’s do this. Hell, I’m thirty years old. If I get pregnant, I couldn’t think of a better partner to share that joy.”
In a flash, she was caught up in a fiery storm of passion. Firm lips capture hers as he kissed and sucked her into a dizzy wanton.
Behind kisses and sighs of mounting pleasure, Amber tried to form coherent thoughts and speech. Passion vetoed her attempt as her Dragon showed how right she was to choose him.
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Noran
Her soft sighs and moans threatened to make him lose all control. He’d take it slowly and relish their mating.
One thing he did know would happen was his deliberate exploration of her entire feminine form. His mate was exquisite in every sense of the word. Releasing her plump bottom lip with a pop, Goddess he couldn’t get enough of touching her, Noran moved down to taste her soft body.
Warm light bathed her body in a softness that accentuated the richness of her skin tone. He paused to consider the delicate dip in her neck that sloped most attractively. Yes, he was completely enamored with his Amber.
In stature, she was smaller than the Goddess temple priestesses who had always taken care of his sexual needs when stationed at the portals. A Dragon female would dwarf her in size and yet he admired her giant heart and spirit. Bladorn might be correct. Amber would be an exceptional Dragon if she were born one. The Goddess had blessed him in a mighty way.
Too taken with how open Amber was to his touch, he concentrated his focus and attention to enjoy this moment. Downward he moved, applying adoration and worship with his lips of varying intensity along his trail of kisses to one of her breasts. Those breasts. Full and ample in their perfection, lay before him, close enough to plunder. The time was full, and he’d feast. Noran’s longing to devour them and her entire body was to be satisfied. Only one thing impeded his progress—those offending garments she wore.
They were here in the way, and it was his fault. Earlier in the day, attempting to be the honorable Dragon, his reason and manner had won out. Instead of leaving her no option but to remain naked when she woke, Noran had rushed to the local clothing store his Clan used and purchased feminine clothing. Now, his act of etiquette faced him in defiance. Where did he need to press to get this contraption release? He wouldn’t behave like a brute and rip it off. At least,
not during their joining.
Noran considered the covering he’d come to learn was called a bra. Somewhere in his memory, he knew he had to know how to remove one. The sales associate had picked it and her other clothing out based on the sizes and description he supplied. Taken from a few of the garments he found in the van and his explanation of her demeanor, the sales female had done an excellent job—too well. Yes, it was his fault that the garment stood as a hindrance to his plunder of her ripe mounds.
“Let me help with this,” she said, rising to unclasp the bra from behind.
He made no complaints when she tossed the thing into the shadows of the room. He’d clean that up later. It was their time to join. This was surreal enough to hamper clarity and mental process. The event he thought would never happen was upon him. She was here, his mate, and willing to join with him. The notion of having her with him was almost too much to comprehend.
Then Bladorn’s words came rushing back. Yes, he had to agree. The Goddess’s blessing and timing were right. Bladorn had known. Noran pushed his leader’s words out of his mind. He’d deal with any fallout that came from taking Amber as his mate later. He’d move away from the Sanctuary if she couldn’t stay. Amber was and would be his top priority from now on. At the moment, the mating pull was in full force and too strong to resist.
A taut nipple was mere inches from his hunger. Too pleased with its presentation to resist, Noran blew a gentle breath and watched in appreciation as Amber’s body arched up and closer to his waiting mouth. Taking the offering as the gift it was, Noran suckled it, relishing the feel of its bud growing hard by the lick of the tip of his tongue.
A feast was before him, and he was the starved Dragon fulling immersed in partaking of the bounty that was his mate’s body. Noran played with each nipple, teasing and sucking them, enjoying the feel of the buds against the tip of his tongue, and how responsive Amber was to his every move. She ran fingers through his hair, heightening his arousal with each pass, rake, and tug.
It had been so long, his resolved to take this mating slow was about to crumble. He pulled back to take in the expanse of her body. Full and soft with thick belly, hips, and thighs, her form lay before him like the exceptional treasure she was.
Amber looked at him, her eyes imbued with passion. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you in. You are the most beautiful female I’ve ever encountered.”
“Haha, the most beautiful? I highly doubt it. See, that’s what happens when you wait like two hundred years to have sex. You forget what beauty is.”
He and his Dragon didn’t like how she put herself down. Before he could temper his words, they came tumbling out. “Don’t do that. You have no need to put yourself down for any reason or purpose. You’re the best human I’ve met. Your beauty knows no bounds. You’ll be phenomenal as my Dragon mate too.” She continued to focus on his words without a hint of anger. He’d chance the grace she extended a little more as he added, “Please, if nothing else than for me, from this moment forward, never put yourself or your ability down. Yes?”
An audible released breath left him as she nodded agreement.
“Good. I imagine in your world, you’ve had to play a subservient role to assuage the egos of many. Please, in our home and life, never do that. Speak your mind and be yourself. All I ask is that you do so with tact, honor, and respect.”
Her smile was the ignition for his hunger to grow. “Did I tell you that I love you, Dragon?” she asked. When his obvious smile registered with her, she said, “Stop playing around and join with me. I’m trying to stay the course, but any longer and I attack you. Stop playing with my emotional resolve, Dragon. Mate with me.” Amber’s voice had deepened to a lower register, raspy and infused with a sexual hunger he aimed to satisfy.
Words no longer needed, he dove in, taking her into his arms. His battle to take it slowly failed by her sensual sorceress-like expertise of seduction.
Noran, allowed more of his beast’s drive to emerge, just under the surface. Amber’s desire and thirst matched his own. She was his well-met match that only a Goddess could ordain so accurately. Their joining would be beyond enjoyable for both. Her enjoyment was his top priority. Intent on learning what she liked and wanted, he resumed his kisses, nips, and light sucking along her body.
“Take these off,” he almost barked, motioning to her pants and panties. “I don’t want to rip them off, but I will if you don’t hurry.” Gone was his usual control. Raw desire fueled his every move.
He watched as her delicate but nimble fingers managed the buttons and shoved the clothing down and away in a quick but smooth movement. Again, she tossed the clothing into the room. Her clothing toss neither mattered or registered, now that he was confronted with her private treasure.
Noran moved down to take in more the sight of her. Smooth and soft, almond hues of brown skin stretched out before him. When she opened her luscious thighs and arms to welcome him back to her, a rumble that might have resembled a slight roar broke free from his chest and pierced the space between them.
“You like what you see?” she asked.
“I love it. Words cannot do this journey with you, justice. Shh, enjoy this with me, my love,” is all he could manage as he positioned his head between her thighs and pulled her down to meet his waiting mouth.
When he took in the first whiff of her feminine perfume, Noran was reduced to primal hunger. She smelled better than the best aphrodisiac known to any. Steadying himself, lest he devour her at a selfish pace, Noran refrained from what he wanted to do. Instead, he placed a tender kiss on the inside of her thigh close to the juncture between leg and pelvis.
Amber’s hips instinctively writhed in a seductive circle. His cock twitched in response. He kissed the other inner thigh. She moaned, sweet, and slow, and his beast groaned deep within. Taking it this slow would be the death of him.
“Please, stop torturing me.” She grabbed his hair and tugged. “I need you inside me now. Now.”
His head dropped in defeat. There was no way he could continue to ease her into this joining if she behaved as brazen as now.
“You stop. You’re turning this into a battle of my will. I don’t want to go too fast and hurt you.”
“Did I turn you on with that request?” Her voice was now a seducing temptress eroding his last remnants of resolve.
“You know you did. You’re most certainly my undoing.” He confessed, not caring how much he revealed of her power over him.
“Then fuck me—hard,” she said, opening her legs wider to reveal the glisten of her feminine nectar. “I’m so wet for you. Take me, or I’ll scream.”
Startled at her language and intensely aroused, Noran moved up her body to position his cock at her entrance.
Another pause to slow down his instinct to plunge into her wet, waiting body, he breathed in and out. His tip bobbled in anticipation of the reward within his grasp, as Noran grabbed his cock at the base. Tracing the faint seam of her pussy that was covered with dark tight curls of hair with the tip of his cock, a shudder of ecstasy rocketed through him at the feel of how slippery wet she was.
She swiveled her hips around the head of his cock in tempting invitation. The only thing he could do was to answer. Using the dregs of his self-control, Noran parted her lady folds to explore. Her moan was the encouragement he needed to continue.
Regaining a bit of sanity, he took his time, allowing the sweet sensation of her warmth and wetness to wash over him. His cock grew harder with each stroke. Her body responded as her hips continued to gyrate in tight, concentrated circles, trying to push forward to take him inside. He resisted.
She deserved his best ability to give pleasure.
Pulling back a bit, he could swear a faint whimper escaped her. Smiling in response to how much she appeared to enjoy his exploration, Noran stroked her, traveling the length of her slit. When he reached the top where her pearled crown sat, he paid attention to use a light touch. His tip wept with prec
um, ready as ever to plunge into her treasure.
Still, he paced himself and played with her clit, running his tip over it in feathery light caresses. She arched into him and pulled him down to rest against her small frame.
“You’re killing me. Quit playing. Fuck me now,” she pleaded.
No longer able to withstand her pleas or the electric arousal they shared, he ran the length of her slit once again. When he found her entrance, Noran plunged in hard and deep. The shudder that racked his body was more powerful than any impact he ever endured in battle.
He stayed still, reveling in the feel of how her body opened to receive him. She quivered around him, contracting and pulling him in more. Noran answered by withdrawing to where he was almost outside of her. Amber’s arms came around his upper back to grab on. Reading her gesture as a signal that she was ready, he plunged back in to seat himself firmly inside her receptive body.
Home. He’d finally found home.
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Amber
Searing hot and so good she hiccuped by the force of his impact; Amber took a moment’s beat to allow her body to accommodate Noran's girth and length. When he withdrew, she almost cried out. Instead, she clasped him about the back and waited.
He didn’t disappoint, driving back into her, to begin filling up all the hunger and want she’d endured for so long. In hindsight, Amber saw how using a scientific method to approach life wasn't as wise as she'd believed. Before meeting her Dragon, Amber installed an observer's distance to everything. This close and invested in him as her mate and lover, she knew what she thought of as sex to this point had been a poor facsimile of the real thing.
Her first and only time having sex had been with a professional. Yes, to get the experience, Amber had paid a professional escort to teach her the ways of lovemaking. That one time was enough for her to get it out of her system. The escort was happy to be the one to “pop that cherry” as he’d gleefully boasted. Properly and thoroughly deflowered, Amber moved on from that obsession to concentrate on her career.
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