My Mate's a Dragon Slayer?

by Scarlet Hyacinth

  Obviously knowing this, my mate pulled away, freeing himself from my grip with ease. I might have tried to coax him back, but truth be told, he was running this show. I was putty in his hands, and he could do whatever he wanted with me. Still, when my cock slipped from his mouth, I couldn’t help but release a whine of protest.

  “Hush, baby,” he whispered out loud. “I know.”

  And he did. It didn’t matter if he spoke to my thoughts or to my ears. It didn’t matter if he used his voice or our bond to address me. No matter what happened and no matter what he did, I believed in him, and I trusted that he’d take care of me.

  I still remembered the way he’d sheltered me with his own body when the supposed spirit hunters had tried to steal me away. To this day, the gargoyles hadn’t explained the reason behind that action. At times, they seemed very random. I actually suspected that they’d done it on purpose so I could see Kirril for who he really was, without my perspective being tainted by him being an Arthurian and a slayer.

  It had worked, and now we were together. And sweet Goddess, I wanted it to last forever. I wanted this moment to never end. At the same time, I ached for Kirril to get on with it, to touch me deeper, to make our union complete. Every part of me, from the one I now recognized as human to my dragon one, wished to claim him.

  The best thing was that he felt the same. In spite of the brief pang of loss I experienced when he released my dick, it was all worth it, as he quickly pulled off my boots and proceeded to do the same with my pants. Once I was naked, he disrobed with the same efficiency I’d gotten used to since becoming his mate.

  As I watched him strip, I was once more struck about by just how lucky I’d been to have him as my other half. Plainly put, the man seemed cut from divine cloth. I didn’t even know where to look first since I wanted to take everything in at the same time. Actually, I wanted to touch everything, but paradoxically, my lust was so intense that it didn’t allow me to move.

  He chuckled, having obviously heard my thoughts. “It’s okay, Dini. I can do all the moving for you, as long as you’re willing.”

  “Oh, yes,” I heard myself croak out. “Definitely willing.”

  Ready, willing, able, and oh, Goddess, desperate. When he moved close to me again, I almost pounced on him, my dragon needing him so much that my power was slipping out of me. As he covered my body with his larger one, I was distantly aware of the living beings around us responding to it, animals, plants, and even the earth coming together to celebrate love, each in its own way.

  I couldn’t focus on that, however, not when my lover pressed his lips to mine once more. He tasted like himself and me, and truly, I didn’t think there was a more arousing flavor on the whole of Avalon, or any of the other worlds in existence. It was as if I could sample the essence of our bond with my every sense, and the beauty of it made me shiver in delight.

  When we broke apart again, Kirril didn’t waste any more time with prolonging the sensuous torment. As much as we both enjoyed the foreplay, we needed something else to be complete.

  To my surprise and secret delight, Kirril flipped me over on all fours. Amazingly, we’d never tried sex like this before. My mate claimed he wanted to see my eyes when he fucked me, and I needed to face him so that I could claim him. But I like exploring, and I liked discovering new things with him, so I obeyed and remained in the position my mate had chosen for me. To help out further, I spread my legs and pushed my ass out, mentally pleading, “Come on, Rili. Fuck me.”

  I was not disappointed. A few seconds later, two fingers invaded my channel, immediately finding my prostate. I gasped, burying my claws in the ground as my mate prepared me. However, my patience was running out. “Rili,” I whined. I couldn’t remember how to say anything else, but I did think it.

  And since Kirril didn’t seem inclined on fucking me without taking his sweet time to stretch me, I decided to speed things up a bit. As Kirril rubbed my special spot, I clenched my ass muscles around his fingers.

  He groaned, the promise of the bliss awaiting him inside me straining his control. “Baby, you’re not making this easy.”

  “It’s not easy,” I said to him in my mind. “It’s hard. I’m hard, and I need you, damn it.”

  Thankfully, my lover at last took mercy on me, on the both of us. He removed his fingers from my ass, and after a few moments during which he must have slicked his cock up, he held on to my hips, steadying me. His dick pressed against my anus, already promising dark delights. And that promise was kept, as in one single thrust, my lover impaled me on his thick shaft.

  The world turned to pure flame as I struggled to process the sensations now overwhelming my body. Kirril allowed me a few seconds to get accustomed to his girth, but it was more because of his normal protectiveness rather than out of an actual need. By now, I’d grown not only used to taking him within me, but had also started to crave it.

  Acknowledging this, he pulled out and thrust back in, hitting my prostate so hard that I saw stars. Everything else melted except our shared desire. As I pushed back against me, he wrapped an arm around my waist, giving me additional support. “Oh, baby,” he whispered in my ear. A few moments later, he continued through our bond, “What you do to me…You feel so good, so tight. Dini…”

  At this point, I had no words, not even ones I could mold into coherent thoughts. My mind had become a litany of his name. We fell into a rhythm that felt as perfect as our connection, moving together in complete synch. But then, that made sense, since we’d been made for each other. Our hearts beat at the same pace, and we almost seemed to breathe through the same lungs. My love for him matched what he felt for me. We were one, and we fit together in a single cohesive whole.

  The new position allowed my mate a lot of flexibility in fucking me, but it did have one disadvantage, the same one which had deterred us from trying it before. When my dragon roared, demanding to claim Kirril, I couldn’t do so. If I tried, I’d have to turn and dislodge my mate’s dick from inside me, and I truly had no desire to lose the wonderful penetration.

  However, Kirril had thought of a fix for that, too. Or perhaps, his instincts had shown him what to do, because I didn’t see it through our bond until it actually happened. Just as my pleasure started to build up to unbearable heights, he suddenly buried his teeth into the flesh of my shoulder. He didn’t have fangs, not like me, but he did manage to break the skin. One would have thought that it would hurt, but instead, it triggered a burst of ecstasy so intense that I forgot how to breathe.

  He had never done that before, never claimed me like I did with him. I’d accepted it as something inexorably linked to Kirril’s human nature and didn’t think about it too much. But now that he had finally bitten me…Oh, Goddess, it brought me a joy that mingled with the carnal pleasure and propelled me into an orgasm that I couldn’t hope to control.

  Through our bond, I felt him come as well, pumping me full of hot seed. His thoughts drifted into my mind, mingling with mine, until I didn’t know where he ended and I began. Dini…Rili…I love you. I love you, too. Who said what? I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was the emotion behind it all.

  As we floated on the wave of our shared climax, the power of our connection allowed us to see the blossoming life within me. It was growing, a bit braver now and safe in the knowledge that his or her parents loved each other. I sensed Kirril’s awe at this small miracle of life entwining with mine. Even if I’d known it was possible, I sometimes ended up wondering the same things Kirril did. Could life truly be so perfect?

  Some things certainly weren’t, and one of them was time. All too soon, the afterglow of my orgasm began to fade, and I had to return to reality. My mate slid out of me, and we collapsed together on the grass, panting and exhausted.

  “That was…” My mate started to say something, then shook his head, chuckling. “I can’t come up with an appropriate adjective.”

  I’d have tried to find a witty reply, but sadly, a f
amiliar voice stopped me from doing so. “If you can think of the word adjective, you can probably find one to describe anything,” Vesper pointed out.

  I yelped and rolled away from my lover, only to see my bunny friend waiting next to a tree just a few feet away from us. His whiskers twitched as if he was very amused. So much for privacy. Why in the world hadn’t I felt him?

  Kirril groaned and tried to reach for his clothes while I asked, “What are you doing here, Perry?”

  “Actually, I came to give you a heads-up, but it seems I’m too late.”

  I didn’t get to figure out what he meant. A familiar rainbow-colored path appeared beneath us, and before I could even reach for Kirril and brace myself, the world tilted and changed once more. This time, we appeared in the grove right in front of our future home.

  To Bowie’s credit, the transition was far smoother. The result, however, ended up being quite embarrassing. Now, I wasn’t shy, but my mate still clung to his human sensibilities, and really I couldn’t blame him. After all, it wasn’t every day that we both ended up nude and smelling like sex in the presence of my parents and half of Larue’s family.

  “Well, this is interesting,” my father commented idly.

  He said something else, but I didn’t hear it, or whatever observation my mother made after him. I was too busy focusing on the structure behind them.

  It was our home, the one Kirril had imagined for us. The front part was a two-story cabin, which Kirril had planned to eventually supply with every comfort we needed. In the back, it opened toward a cave which the pixies had helped us discover. It wasn’t huge, but it had a beautiful pool where we could wash and enough space for me to nest when the time came.

  The project had been ambitious, and I honestly hadn’t known if we’d manage, but there it was. This must have been the gift Bowie had referred to.

  “Thank you,” I murmured as I got up. “It’s beautiful.”

  The shades of a million colors glowed brighter, as if Bowie was preening. “It is, isn’t it? Consider it my mating present. Oh, and there’s a charm on it so that no dangerous person will be able to come inside. If you will it, your home can even become invisible.”

  Safety had been one of the issues Kirril and I had debated without coming up with a fully satisfactory result. My mate stood as well and took my hand, for once not seeming to mind that we were giving the rest of those present a show.

  “It looks like we have our future ahead of us, baby,” he whispered. “What do you say we celebrate with a kiss?”

  I laughed and cuddled close to him, the warmth of our love surrounding me like a cocoon. Who’d have guessed when I met this dragon slayer that he’d make me so happy? Certainly not me, but I wouldn’t have changed this for the world. I’d found my mate, and we’d created something beautiful together.

  But of course, this was only the first chapter of our lives. Our story, a tale like no other, was only just beginning.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  A native Romanian, Scarlet was born in 1986 and grew up an avid fan of Karl May and Jules Verne, reading fantasy stories and adventure. Later, when she was out of fantasy stories to read, she delved into her mother’s collection of books and, of course, stumbled onto romance.

  As a writer though, Scarlet Hyacinth was born one sunny summer day, when a dear friend of hers—the same friend who introduced her to GLBT fiction—proposed they start writing a story of their own. As it turns out, the two friends never did finish that particular story, but Scarlet discovered she had a knack for writing and ended up starting to write individually. And so, between working on her dissertation, studying for exams, and reading yaoi manga, she started writing the Kaldor Saga. Along the way, Scarlet met a lot of wonderful people who supported her, and in the end, she found her story a home and, in the process, fulfilled a beautiful dream.

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