She woke to a bright dawn with the sun glinting off the black mountains. One peak after another slipped by until Harkniss Keep loomed up large on the horizon. Rahni circled and landed on his mountaintop.
Moira slid to the ground and looked around. The same old nest waited for them with plumes of warm air rising from under the boughs. It wasn’t as luxurious as Prowiss Keep, but so much more welcoming.
The Keep stood across the valley, but Moira didn’t see anybody around. They must all be inside. Then again, Rohn, Damen, Haya, and Callan were all away, flying to distant Keeps to raise the alarm about the Allies. Now could be the perfect time to go inside, when her friends would be alone.
As she watched, a lithe little dragon rose over the Keep and crossed the valley. It took a turn around the mountain. It craned its neck to peer down at Rahni and Moira. The sun shone off its golden scales. “Who is that?”
Rahni flexed his wings. “It’s Asya. She’s come to welcome us home.”
He took to the air, and the two dragons tumbled and played in mid-air. Rahni pretended to bite Asya, and Asya screeched with glee. She let out plumes of flame, and when he bellowed at her, she pretended to run away in fright. She fled to the Keep and disappeared through an open entrance.
Chapter 17
Rahni curved his long body around the nest. “Well, here we are again, just the two of us.”
“Will Asya tell them we’re back?”
“Hard to say. I’ve always been close to her. She comes up here to visit me every now and again, so she’ll be excited to see us back. Then again, she might be too busy with young Ben to bother anybody about us.”
“I didn’t know you were close to her.”
“She might be the most sympathetic person in our Clan to the way I feel about living away from the Keep. Certainly, she makes the most effort to spend time with me. She comes up here to talk to me when something is bothering her, and we’ve flown long distances together many times.”
“That’s nice you have each other.”
“She’s very nice. I’ll be glad when Rohn and Damen start having children. Our Clan needs another generation to build it up.”
“What about us? What will happen when we start having children? We still don’t know if humans are reproductively compatible with Ingasores.”
“No, we don’t. You’ll have to talk to your friend Rose about that. Maybe she knows a way to make it happen.”
“The Allies have ways to make it happen, but those ways all involve high technology we won’t have here.”
“Then we’ll just have to do it the old-fashioned way.”
He got up and moved away. He unwound his long body in a series of movements Moira recognized now as the prelude to changing form, but she jumped up and laid her hand on his shoulder. “Don’t change yet. I want to see you like this a little longer.”
“I thought you wanted to…”
“I do, but I want you like this.”
He turned back to face her. “What would you like me to do?”
She came closer and leaned her body against his big side. “Touch me.”
He bent his head and ran the length of his neck along her back. She laid her cheek against his scaly skin, and his heat radiated into her. She closed her eyes. She was with him. Nothing else mattered.
He purred under his breath. “What is it you want, Moira? You know I can’t have you like this.”
She didn’t open her eyes. “I wish you could.”
“Don’t you want me as a man?”
“Of course I do, but this is just as much you as the man. I want all of you, even this.”
He rumbled inside his chest, and the sound traveled through her bones to shake her loose from her moorings. She floated on that sound into something unrecognizable. He turned her into something alien to herself.
She moved around by his weaving head. She peeled off her clothes and left them in a pile at the edge of the nest. She stood before him with no fear or inhibitions. Fireworks exploded before her eyes. Sizzling energy streams surrounded everything and fizzed in her eyes.
Her skin sparked with mad desire, but still he did not change. He watched her with inscrutable eyes. His nostrils flared, and a whiff of smoke billowed out of them.
Moira turned her back to him. In a trance, she got down on her hands and knees on the rough boughs. Her desire moved her into position. She could be anything to him. She accepted herself and all her desires. Everything she was and everything she wanted was good and right in his eyes. “Lick me. Lick me like you did that first night.”
She waited there, with her ass turned up toward his face. She gasped in tense desire and waited for the warm supple softness to sweep her away. Her breath grated through her lungs. She fought to contain her mounting passion. She couldn’t stand the anticipation.
His scales rustled over the stony ground, but she kept her eyes closed. “Take me like this. I don’t care what happens. I want you like this.”
The mountain wind whistled between the rocks. It bit her skin and chilled her wet genitals to icy tightness. It tortured her exposed skin. She needed his touch to keep her warm. What was he waiting for? Did he admire her bent over like this, an instrument of his pleasure? Did he enjoy seeing her submit, a creature of the dragon?
In an instant, all the cold and tension blew away in a gush of warm wetness washing over her. It touched her freezing petals and filled her with its delirious delight. She arched her back, and her loose hair fell over her face. She threw back her head and moaned to her heart’s content.
She undulated her hips back and forth against his dragon tongue and threw herself back against it in the fullness of her desire. It slithered into her openings and titillated her to raw ecstasy. Her spunky juice seeped from her vacuous hole to dribble down her thighs.
She rode his tongue with gusty cries of delight and bucked her hips back to drive the penetrating discoveries of her deepest insides. Was he on her? Was he taking her as a dragon after all?
All at once, he fell forward on all fours. The arms of a man dropped on either side of her shoulders, and a man’s hands widened to break his fall against the ground. When did he change? She was too excited to tell.
He landed on her back and latched his mouth around her neck. His face smelled of sweet pussy. “So good. So good.”
His stiffening cock jabbed her sensitive cleft. He rotated it through her pool of spongy goodness to coat its rugged end with her moisture. He growled inarticulate noises into her ear and drove her out of her mind.
Moira rocked back and forth on hands and knees against that hard spike ramming into her back door. Bring it. Bring it closer. Bring it into herself. Make it hers. Make her his.
He rocked back and forth along with her. His chest rubbed her back, and one hand cradled her swaying breasts. He supported them and warmed the pricked nipples with his touch. His prick split her asunder with his massive bulk.
Where did the man end and the dragon begin? To Moira, there was no man and no dragon. When he took her as a man, he took her as a dragon. When he spoke to her as a man, he spoke to her as a dragon. When she rode him through the skies as a dragon, she rode his brimming shaft the same way she rode him in bed. His muscles rippled between her legs and sent her careening through the skies on zephyrs of contentment and delight.
She bumped back against his cock and screwed it into her innermost cavern. She embraced it and let it tell her of forgotten secrets only Rahni could tell her. She hung her head and hid behind her hair to let her wildness burst from her in untamed screams.
He let go of her breasts and threaded his fingers through her hair. He yanked her head back to stop her rocking. He forced her back against his pounding hips. He took control of her and imposed his own rhythm on her. He muttered in her ear. “Is that hard, baby?”
“Oh, God, it’s so hard.”
“Is that big enough for you, baby?”
“Oh, my God, it’s so big.”
“Is that what you li
ke, baby? Tell me that’s what you like.”
“I like it. Oh, God, I want it so bad.”
“Say it, baby. Let me hear you say you want it.”
“Oh, yeah. I want it so hard. Oh, God, I can’t stand it. It’s too big. Oh, yeah. Oh, please.”
“What? What did you say?”
“Please. Oh, please.”
“Say my name, baby. I want to hear you say my name.”
“Oh, please, Rahni. Please give it to me. Oh, God, Rahni, you know I need you so bad.”
“That’s right, baby. You know you need my cock. I’m gonna give it to you so hard. I’m gonna make you scream my name.”
With every word, he sent his spike burning into her. With every thrust, he broke her to pieces. His pelvis slammed against her ass and made her tits flap in the breeze. He held her hair back in his fist. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
She would say anything he wanted her to say. She would do anything he wanted her to do. She would be anything he wanted her to be. All roads led to one place for her, and that place was a garden of delight in the dark depths of her velvet vulva. Fountains of glistening foam sprouted to meet him from that patch between her legs. He had only to whisper his beckoning call to it, and it would jump and run to him.
He stirred her cauldron with his tool, and her potion bubbled and creamed down his shaft to stain his dark hair with her juices. He sucked her into him through his straw. He leaned back with one hand tangled in her hair and the other on her shoulder. He angled his hips into her and bounced his weight against her voluptuous ass. Her ass slapped against her own wetness spackling his hips, and every slap of his skin sent a new shower of droplets to spank her lily-white skin.
She lost awareness of the hard boughs digging into her knees. She lost any sense of the cold wind whispering across her bare back and tickling her erect nipples. She knew only the relief of cool air bathing her sweating brow and the molten hot anvil beating her cunt to glowing red.
His hands possessed her. His strength overpowered her. His arms surrounded her. He lifted her off the ground and held her suspended over the ground. He pulled her legs around behind his back so she stuck straight out from his waist. He supported her under her ribs and punched his weapon up into her from below.
She sailed above the ground on his hands. Her legs clasped him around the middle and rode him to her fulfillment. She hooked her ankles behind his back and let her glad screams rise on the wind.
He glared at her with his teeth clenched. Every upward thrust of his piston touched the cervix buried in her center. When he loosened his hold to let her drop with gravity, he raked his wicked prick over those pleasure points inside her channel to bring her to fresh peaks of orgasmic bliss. Then he lifted her up again with a hard jab of his lance to stab the very core of her being.
How long could he last? She learned a long time ago not to ask that question. He could destroy her all night long and put her back together again a thousand times before the sun came up. He was master. She could orgasm continuously on his rabid machine cock and never come down until he curled around her and let her sleep. As long as he desired her, he would keep going. He would hold her suspended between one joyful orgasm and the next so she never knew a moment’s delay.
The sun winked between the mountains. Rahni huffed with the effort of holding her up, but his shaft gave no sign of failure. He eased back on the nest and let his legs fold under him. He sat down on the boughs and lay back.
His weight rested on Moira’s legs until he shifted them around along his sides. He settled himself on his back and positioned her knees on either side of his hips. He never let go of her hair, so she couldn’t turn around to look at him.
He tugged her hair to pull her head back even as his hammer drove into her fissure once again. He bumped her up and let her fall down on his hard spike. He pounded into her welcoming hole with all his unimaginable power to rocket her into another spiral of passion and completion.
The terrible quivers shuddered through her bouncing ass. Her tits galloped along with her on his dangerous steed. Her mouth gaped open to let the ecstatic screams rise to the ether. She could jump off him and touch the stars. She could launch herself from this rocking horse into deep space and never come back to her mortal coil again.
Chapter 18
Moira poked a stick into the dying embers of a fire set in a circle of rocks a few paces away from Rahni’s nest. “That’s the last of it. As soon as these coals die, we can go.”
Rahni rolled over on the bed of boughs and pillowed his head on his elbow. “Don’t look so sad. We can always come back here. In fact, I plan to bring you up here every few days to have my way with you.”
She dove on top of him and elbowed him in the ribs. “Is that so? Well, did it ever occur to you that I might want you to have your way with me in a real bed every once in a while?”
He grabbed her by the wrists and wrestled her over on her back. He climbed on top of her and pinned her under his weight. “Don’t you worry, you little vixen. I’ll have you in a real bed every night. I’ll just bring you up here when you start to forget where you really belong.”
She struggled, but he kept her down. “I won’t forget. Don’t you worry about that.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
He lowered his body onto hers and covered her mouth with his kiss. She started to relax into it when she burst out from under him. “Come on. The bones are all burned up. Let’s go.”
He propped himself up on his elbow. “What’s the hurry? I can always hunt us another morlock. We can stay up here as long as we like.”
She stirred the fire again. “It’s taken us a week to eat the last morlock, and we agreed we would go back when we finished it. We ate the last scraps this morning, and I just finished burning the bones, so that’s that. You can’t back out on our agreement now.”
He shot her a wicked grin. “Come on, baby. Come on over here and give it to me one more time, just for old times’ sake.”
She threw a stick at him. “Get up and put your pants on, Lover Boy. I’ll make you a deal. We’ll do it again as soon as we get down to the Keep and your tearful mother assigns us a room—unless you already have a room. Do you still have your own room in the Keep?”
He threw his bare legs over the side of the nest and picked up his pants. “For all I know, she kept it as a shrine to me all these years. The bed is probably too small now.”
“We shouldn’t tease her. It must have been hard for her to watch you out here all these years.”
“I’m glad you can see it from her point of view. It must have been a lot harder for her than it was for me to hear people making rude jokes about her idiot son.”
“Well, no one is saying that now after the way you acted at Prowiss Keep. Will your father give you any static about taking over the Clan?”
“Not once he hears from Rohn. The question will never come up. Once Rohn gets back from Rapsiss Keep and my father and Callan and Damen see he’s taking orders from me, the rest will be history. No one will stand up to me, and my father will be free to hand over the reins.”
“Is that likely to happen soon?”
“Any day now, I suspect. He’s old. He’s been working on Rohn to take over as soon as possible. I wouldn’t be surprised if he expects Rohn to take over when he gets back.”
“I hope Rohn gets back soon. I want everyone to know what you’ve done.”
“Don’t tell them.”
“Why not? Don’t you want them to know how you won that challenge?”
“And killed my own cousin? I’m not looking forward to it.”
“Well, I’m proud of you and I know Rohn is, too. You should be proud of yourself. Anyone who was there would be proud of the way you handled yourself.”
“And how as that?”
“Like a man who’s fit to be patriarch of his Clan. I was proud to be yours, and I still am. You’re ten times a man as anyone else there.”
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sp; He pulled up his pants and swept her toward him with his arm around her back. “I’m proud to call you mine. Now let’s go and get this over with.”
She threw her stirring stick on the ash pile inside the fire circle. “Let’s not fly down.”
“How else are we going to get there?”
“Let’s walk through the forest.”
“Walk! Are you nuts? I’m a dragon, not a mouse.”
She grinned up at him. “It will take longer.”
He frowned. Then he shook his head with a chuckle. “You really are devious, aren’t you? I didn’t know you could think of such a devious plan.”
She swatted his shoulder. “Don’t get any naughty ideas. We don’t have any food, so we can’t take too long.”
“We don’t have to take too long, but I know some nice spots we can stop to rest.”
“Rest? You? Ha! That’s a good one.”
He took her hand. “I’m glad we understand each other.”
He led her away from the nest, down a narrow defile between the boulders. Going down that mountain on foot took a lot longer than flying off the precipice, but Moira didn’t mind. She kept hold of Rahni’s hand, and he supported her when the going got rough.
No doubt he could have traveled faster by slinging her over his shoulder and hauling her down the mountain like a sack of potatoes, but he showed no sign of impatience.
The treeless rubble around the peak covered miles of jagged mountainside before lichens and scrub sprouted around the rocks. The path sloped at a gentler angle, and the going got easier.
Then came the miles and miles of woodlands. The path ended at the tree line, and Rahni struck out through the dark forests. Moira tightened her grip on his hand. She didn’t want to get lost out here again. At least she was with Rahni now. If anything happened, he could shift and fly away with her, the way he did last time.
That thought gave her comfort. He would keep her safe, no matter what. Even when they got back to the Keep, he would make sure nothing bad happened. What could happen, with his own family around? Rohn wouldn’t make any trouble. They would never face the same dangers in Harkniss Keep that they faced in Prowiss Keep.
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