by Logan Jacobs
Even though my movements were slow, it didn’t take long at all for her to climax for a second time, and she was soon screaming my name as she pushed her face into the pillow.
“That’s good,” I growled, and I left my cock deep inside of her while she trembled around me. Then, before she fully reset, I began to thrust into her again, but this time I slowly increased my speed and raised myself slightly on my knees so my angle of penetration was even deeper.
“Bennnnnnn!” Careen screamed into the pillow again, and her second orgasm turned into a third that just seemed to last for five minutes.
Finally, I couldn’t handle the sound of her screaming my name, or the spasming of her tight tunnel, so I pushed into her as hard as I could and angled the tip of my cock right at where I knew her cervix puckered. Then my entire body shook as I sent a firehose spray of my seed directly into the beautiful healer’s womb, and her body began to vibrate like a leaf in a tornado when she felt me pour into her.
“Yessss,” I hissed as I pulled her hips back into me while I came. I’d been thinking about this moment ever since that handjob in the bathing pools, and the pleasurable sensation of my climax was spiced a bit by the knowledge that I was finally paying her back for the pleasure she’d given me.
“Ohhhh … ” she groaned when we both finally finished coming, and then I collapsed on top of her as she fell against the bed.
“You were amazing,” I growled in her ear, and then I thrust a bit deeper into her as a small aftershock of an orgasm caused a final bit of my seed to ejaculate.
“That was … ” Careen mumbled, “well … I’ve heard them talk, but … I didn’t think it would be so good.”
“You have been driving me crazy for quite some time now,” I whispered into her ear. “There was finally no one around, and I just couldn’t wait.”
“I have no complaints,” she giggled, “I think I saw stars in there somewhere.”
“I think I did, too,” I sighed. “Are you fertile?”
“Yes,” she whispered, “and … you filled me to the brim, Draco Rex.”
“So, you will bear me a child,” I stated instead of asked.
“Yes,” Careen moaned. “I’m honored. I’m glad you didn’t wait to take me.”
“Perhaps we should make sure,” I snickered.
“You are still very hard inside of me,” she sighed. “Yes, we should make sure I will carry your child. Uhhh, if you don’t mind, my king.”
“No,” I chuckled. “I don’t mind making love to you at all.”
We spent the rest of the night in bed, and I showed Careen exactly how crazy she drove me. I tasted every single inch of her skin, she did the same for me, and we skipped dinner so we could keep fucking each other. I lost track of the times she climaxed, or of how many times I filled her with my seed, and we finally fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning.
Chapter Nine
The next morning, I rolled over to watch Careen’s back as it rose and fell with the soft breaths of sleep, and a smile crept over my face at the knowledge that I was able to give another woman her dream.
A child.
I’d spilled my seed inside of Careen’s soft pink pussy so many times the night before, it was impossible to think we hadn’t created another glorious being. I couldn’t wait for the day I would meet it, as well as the two babies who were currently in Sela’s womb.
After a moment, I realized the storm I’d grown so used to hearing on a constant basis no longer raged outside. The winds didn’t knock the shutters together, rocks and debris didn’t smash against the side of our palace, and rain didn’t pelt down on our new bamboo roofs.
Storm season had finally ended.
My smile grew ten times, and I quickly threw the covers off and ran butt naked to throw open the shutters of the bedroom.
Beautiful golden sunlight spilled in and kissed my bare chest with its warm fingers. Outside, the sky was clear, bright, and a perfect kind of blue we hadn’t seen in many weeks.
I’d made it through my first storm season cooped up in the glorious palace, and now it was time to step outside.
As I glanced down over the village, though, my smile started to falter.
Almost everything was damaged. Some of the huts only showed minor wear and tear, a shutter missing here and there or maybe a hole in the roof, but other huts hadn’t been quite so lucky.
Walls had caved in, roofs were blown off completely, and some huts had even been torn down by the gusts of strong wind and reduced to nothing more than piles of mud, sticks, and bamboo.
“Good morning, my king,” Careen murmured as she slipped up behind me and pressed her warm, bare breasts against my spine.
“Morning,” I murmured back. If it weren’t for the horrible damage I stared down at, I would have flipped around and fucked her again, right then and there.
“Oh, my gods,” Careen breathed as she finally saw the damage below us.
“Don’t worry,” I reassured her as I turned around to look her in the eyes. “We’ll rebuild everything. It might take some time, but everything will go back to the way it was before soon enough.”
At my promise, her eyes lit up, and she pressed a warm, loving kiss to my lips.
“You’d better get started, then,” she giggled. “I’m sure you’ll have many more babies on the way soon, and I know the women will want to help return the village to normal before that.”
An hour later, Mira and I were walking around the damaged village, and we cleared debris as we figured out just how much work we had ahead of us.
“This one seems fine still,” Mira called out from inside one of the bamboo roofed huts.
I recognized it as the one that belonged to the blushing young girls who were always so enamored with me. Good. They’d already been through so much at such a young age, they deserved to have their prized possessions still standing.
“Great,” I replied as I walked over to the warrior. “So, we’ve got a hundred and three huts in good condition, six that need minor rebuilds, and eleven that need to be completely redone.”
“Yes.” Mira nodded.
“Gather all of the women who can work and have them meet me down here,” I instructed her. “We have lots of supplies to gather.”
Mira nodded again, and then she ran off to do as I ordered.
As soon as the women returned, I sent them in groups to gather supplies. Some got bamboo for the roofs, and some got weeds and tall grass for the shutters.
I decided that, since we had the opportunity to rebuild some of the huts from the ground up, I wanted to give them a more flexible frame, made completely of bamboo.
As I walked through the village and assessed the damage to the huts, I realized none of the damage was reflected in the palace, since it was made of a type of gray stone and clay that was clearly able to withstand the immense pressure of storm season.
“Hey, Mira, where did the stone for the palace come from?” I asked her.
“Much of it came from deep within the ground, a blessing from Oshun given to our ancestors long ago,” the warrior informed me. “We have not been able to find any since.”
“Well, that’s going to have to change,” I replied. “Before the next storm season, we’ll have to find more. I want every dwelling made out of it.”
A smile spread across her face, and her wide eyes lit up.
“You think we can find more?” Mira asked.
“Where resources are found, there’s almost always more,” I shrugged, “but it isn’t urgent right now, so you’ll have to show me the spot for it later. Let’s get these homes re-built with what we have.”
I sent most of the women to work on the easier jobs first: patching roofs and walls, making new shutters, and cleaning debris from the streets. While they worked, Mira, Darya, and I started to play around with different possible structures for our new frames.
I showed them how to lay out a basic, rectangular structure for two room huts by setting bamboo up i
n two connected rectangles, and then I tied the corners together with some twine. At each corner, we also included a piece of upright bamboo to act as the beginning of the frame.
“We should definitely put some triangular supports in these walls,” I told the women when our most basic frame was finished.
“What does that do?” Darya asked curiously as she knotted a piece of twine.
“The angles will help ensure the roof doesn’t fall down with the weight of itself,” I explained to her.
I showed the women how to angle the bamboo so we had cross beams and triangular supports as well as upright beams for our walls.
It took another two hours before we finally had the frame all laid out, and it looked damn good. The frame I’d built almost looked like a primitive version of the housing frames back home, which I knew would bode well for the development of the tribe of dragon people. We might be pretty far behind the United States with technology and weaponry, but our housing could catch up and become safe and strong, which was all I wanted for the women I loved.
Once we’d completed the frame, the women helped me show the rest of the village how to build more of them, and soon the women were all hard at work rebuilding the other huts we’d lost.
“Ben, these look wonderful!” Nerissa exclaimed later that day as she wandered through the partially rebuilt village with my son cradled in her arms.
“Thank you very much.” I grinned.
As soon as she was close enough, Arrick reached his arms out for me excitedly, and I couldn’t help but oblige.
“The shape is so interesting,” the queen said as she watched Darya tie off a piece of bamboo. “I would have never thought to put bamboo in our walls!”
“It’ll make them sturdier,” I explained, “so these huts will last longer.”
“Good,” Mira called out. “I’m tired of rebuilding. I want to make something new!”
The grin the warrior threw my way made me laugh out loud. I loved how eager she was to absorb everything I taught her.
All of the women loved learning, and I loved that I was able to share my survival knowledge with them.
“How does a boat sound?” I asked her. “I think I’ve figured out exactly how we can build one that will sail between islands.”
At that, at least fifteen heads snapped excitedly in my direction.
“Really?” Mira breathed. “We can go to other islands?”
I watched a light spark in her beautiful eyes, a light I recognized from looking in the mirror. Well, back when I actually had mirrors to look in.
It was the light of adventure. It was the spark someone had when they want to travel and see everything the world has to offer. Seeing that spark in her eyes made me love her even more.
If that was even possible.
Arrick seemed excited, too, since he cooed and slapped my cheek lightly in agreement with his aunt.
“Then, let’s get these huts finished so we can build a boat and sail to new lands!” I announced in my best imitation of Captain Kirk from Star Trek.
Of course, none of the women got my reference, but I was used to that. Some of those things were just for me, since I needed to keep pieces of my old self somehow.
By early evening, the huts were all rebuilt, and we were all exhausted. I had a feeling the next storm season might knock down the huts that had survived this one, but I decided to look at it as a challenge to build them back up even better than before.
Time to work on the next project.
Mira and I had decided to build the shell of the boat on the beach, where it would be most easily transferred to the water. I still wasn’t sure how we would be able to tar the bottom, but I decided to focus on one thing at a time.
Step one was to actually build a boat that needed to be tarred, and this would probably take some trial and error.
As bendy and wonderful as bamboo was, I was used to metal boats that had to be laid out and soldered together with welding tools. Beyond that, the only wooden boats I’d seen had been made from thick slabs of wood carved out of sturdy trees.
And bamboo was neither metal nor thick wood.
“Maybe if we make it into a square?” Mira offered in an attempt to be helpful.
I smiled at the warrior. Even when she was dead wrong, I admired the way she was always the first to offer solutions. The dragon women were so ready for anything. It was part of what made me love them.
“Square boats work well enough for small journeys,” I informed her, “but we need something that won’t be quite so hard to paddle. Something with tips on either end, like the rowboats those ugly motherfuckers came in on to attack us.”
At the mention of the orc warrior, Mira’s features darkened.
“I would like to sail to their home island and attack them first,” she growled.
“Hey,” I told her softly as I wrapped an arm around her strong shoulders. “We’ll stop them at some point. Think of the last battle! We took those fuckers out like nobody’s business.”
“What business did nobody have with them?” Mira demanded with a confused frown.
“It’s just an expression,” I chuckled. “It means we did a really good job.”
“Oh, I see.” She nodded. “Well, I would like to do this business with nobody on their island, for once.”
“Then let’s get this boat to work,” I laughed.
We set back to work and tried to replicate the shape of the invaders’ rowboats with the bamboo. I knew our final product would have to be much larger than the small rowboat we worked on now, but I wanted to start small first, and then replicate that on a larger scale.
Mira and I ended our day with a failed attempt at a boat that turned into an unexpected ocean swim, since our experiment smacked into a sharp rock and came apart, but neither one of us was in bad spirits over it.
At least the boat had floated and moved.
I knew we’d get it eventually, and I went to bed satisfied with those thoughts. Just like everything else, I’d figure this puzzle out, too.
“Ben, wake up!” Mira shouted as she opened the door to the pixie healer’s room the next morning.
The sun was up and shining brightly through the open window, and I had to blink a few times as I held my hand up against the light.
“What’s wrong?” I growled as I sat up from the bed. The warrior’s tone put me on edge, and all grogginess instantly evaporated from my mind.
“It’s Marella, we can’t find her,” Mira choked out, and her face was twisted in terror.
“What?” I yelped as I jumped up and began to pull my pants on. “When the hell did this happen? Who last saw her? She was in the kitchen alcove with Nerissa and Arrick last night helping to make dinner.”
“She went to bed in Talise’s room just like always,” Mira cried, “but she was gone when the healer woke up. We are searching everywhere for a second time, and I called the dragons to help, but we need you.”
“Sweet mother fucking Christmas,” I grunted, “she can’t have gone far.”
Just then, George spoke in both our heads.
Ben, Mira, he said, I have found little footprints leading away from the palace and into the southern point of the jungle. They are only an hour or two old. We must hurry.
My breath stilled in my lungs, and my heart came to a jarring halt in my chest.
My daughter was lost in the jungle.
The jungle where huge, scary beasts lived.
Holy fucking hell.
Chapter Ten
“I will find her, and I will bring her back,” I promised Talise and the rest of the village as I packed my gear and checked to make sure I had all my weapons. “I will have Mira and both dragons with me. Marella can’t have gone too far.”
“If anyone can find her, I know you will,” Talise sniffled, and her voice was cracked and exhausted from crying. The healer was currently being supported by Nerissa and Careen, and while I was proud both women kept a stoic composure, I could still see the
fear in their eyes.
I couldn’t blame them, though, since I was fucking terrified. I remembered the remaining big giant one-eyed monster that had attacked our camp during the storm. Was it still out there in the jungle? My little girl wouldn’t even be half a beak full of a meal, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t try to eat her.
“You be the best boy you can be, okay?” I said to Arrick before I kissed his head and handed him to Hali. “Daddy will be back before you know it, and I will bring Marella and everyone else with me.”
Arrick let out a little whimper but didn’t start crying, and I was incredibly grateful for that. I didn’t know how many more emotions I could handle. So, I pulled the bag with all my gear onto my back before I looked over the forlorn faces in front of me one last time.
“I promise,” was all I could say before I nodded to Mira and the dragons, and then we all took off running as fast as we could toward the entrance of the jungle where Marella’s tracks led.
Over the next couple of hours, we all remained quiet as the dragons kept their noses to the ground in an effort to keep up with Marella’s scent. I used my own heightened dragon-man senses to listen and look at anything and everything I could, and I noticed Mira doing the same. The jungle was just barely waking up from its storm season slumber, which was another thing I was grateful for. We had gone a good distance into the forest, and so far we hadn’t seen a single predator.
“How could she have gone this far?” Mira groaned as we scaled a small fallen log.
“I was just wondering that myself,” I sighed. “Are you sure you still have her scent, George?”
Yes, the dragon replied, I have no doubt this is the scent of the youngling I am following. She seemed to move with haste and purpose, but for what reason, I don’t know.
“Let’s all get a drink of water and keep moving,” I decided. “I have a feeling we won’t go unnoticed for much longer.”
