Dragon's Desire: A SciFi Alien Romance (Red Planet Dragons of Tajss Book 8)

by Miranda Martin

  The fissures and tiny caves along the cliff have been opened and widened to create homes, and cloths now cover the openings, giving each group or family some privacy. The main cave now has a large garden emerging from its mouth. Irrigated by the water supply inside it through some creative engineering, a steady food source has taken shape. The human females work the garden every day in shifts, tending to the plants and making sure they are healthy and growing.

  We’ve made a home.

  Sarah puts an arm around my waist and leans her head on my chest.

  “It’s good,” she says. “We’ve done well.”

  “Yes,” I say, squeezing her tightly against me. “We have.”

  Satisfied I’ve done all I can for now, I move Sarah towards our own home. There are some basic needs of my own that want tending.

  22

  Sarah

  The suns create dancing rainbows as its beams bounce off Drosdan’s scales.

  Watching him standing on the walkway of the wall, staring out over the desert, my heart skips a beat. He’s big, dominating, and he’s mine. Every fiber of my being cries out for him. His touch, his love is the sustenance that I crave. He’s like ice cream. Perfect, creamy, cold ice cream that quenches desire. Damn, I miss ice cream.

  Shaking my head at the random thought, I walk down the ramp to the ground. Should I tell him now? It’s still early, maybe too early to be sure, but I know. Deep in my heart, I know. A laugh cuts through my thoughts, and I glance to see Bailey and Ormarr through an open door. He touches her hand then quickly pulls back. Her cheeks flush bright red, and she looks swiftly away. Stopping in my tracks, I watch for a moment longer, but when it hits me I’m intruding on a private moment, I quickly move on.

  Bailey and Ormarr? I wouldn’t have… well why not? They’re both healers, so I guess it makes sense. Age in a Zmaj is a relative thing, and Bailey is older, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t need love, now does it? My smile takes over my face, and a spring comes into my step. Absolutely. They’re perfect together. I’m really happy for her.

  “Move that over here,” Penelope’s voice carries up the ramp.

  I look down to where she’s working in the garden, and I’m hit with a random wave of nausea. Closing my eyes, I focus on my breathing, pushing down the urge to empty my breakfast on the ground. A hot flash comes along with it, but panting my way past it helps.

  “Are you okay?” Astrid asks,

  When I open my eyes, she’s standing too close. Nodding my head furiously, I continue focusing on my short breaths and controlling the nausea. Astrid shakes her blond hair, moving even closer, gripping me by both arms.

  “You don’t look okay.”

  “I know,” I pant. “It’s fine. Fine.”

  “Let me get Ormarr,” she says.

  Her grip is so strong—she has to be the strongest of all the women. Tall and curvy with a perfect build, she’s as athletic as any girl could be.

  “No,” I say, gripping her back and stopping her from moving back up the ramp to where Ormarr and Bailey are.

  The nausea passes and the heat of the flush fades.

  “You’re sure?” she asks.

  “Yeah, there’s nothing he can do about this right now,” I say.

  “Nothing he can do…” she trails off, tilting her head to the side. “Oh! You’re—”

  “Shhh!” I cut her off and look around to see if anyone heard her.

  “Don’t shush me, this is a good thing!” she says.

  “Sure, but let me put it out there on my own,” I shake my head. “I want to tell him myself.”

  “How far?” she asks, putting her hands on my stomach.

  I’ve never felt more awkward in my life. I consider her a friend, but my friends don’t normally grab my stomach, either. It’s weird.

  “Um, I… it’s…” I stutter, trying to adjust to her hands moving across my belly as if it’s not my own any longer.

  “You can’t be very far,” she says. “You’re barely showing, if at all.”

  “Six… weeks, I think,” I manage to say at last.

  “Oh! That’s so exciting,” she says, a wistfulness to her voice.

  “Thanks,” I say, and take a step back so her hands are no longer resting on me.

  She doesn’t seem to mind. Her grin is ear to ear.

  “And I’m the first to know?” she whispers, leaning in conspiratorially.

  “Um, yes,” I say, trying to hide my disappointment at the fact.

  I wanted to tell Drosdan first. It only seems right.

  “Perfect,” she says, looking over her shoulder. “You should tell him. He’s going to be ecstatic.”

  “Yeah, I will,” I say, feeling more and more awkward and out of place.

  “You go, Momma,” she says, slapping me on the ass as I walk away.

  Wow, that was weird. Reaching the bottom of the ramps and making my way across the open area towards the wall, I see that Drosdan has just come down from the wall. Worry etches his face until his eyes land on me, and then a smile spreads across his face.

  “My love,” he says, running over and sweeping me off my feet.

  His lips smash against mine as he twirls me around.

  “Hi,” I laugh when at last we part for air.

  “You are my treasure,” he says, kissing me again.

  “I love you too,” I say and he puts me gently back on my feet. “No sign of them yet?”

  “Not yet,” he says, mood turning somber.

  “They’ll be back,” I say.

  “Of course they will. It’s probably taking longer to train them to hunt on their own,” he says. “Bashir will be fine. He’s an excellent hunter.”

  “Right,” I agree. “Two weeks wasn’t very long for him to train someone. Especially them, since they’ve got no skills to start with.”

  “I should have given them more time in the first place,” he says. “Then I would not be worried.”

  “True, hindsight,” I say. “But look, the first harvest is coming in nicely!”

  We’re walking past the garden, where most of the women are working on collecting the first full harvest since the project started.

  “It’s good,” Drosdan smiles.

  “That’s not all that’s good,” I say, segueing in to what I really want to say.

  “Of course not, you are all that is good in the world,” he says and my heart soars at his words. His love envelops me as if it’s a physical thing.

  “I’m pregnant,” I blurt out, I’d meant to say it softer, somehow couch it more carefully but it just flies out of my mouth.

  “What?” he asks, stopping in his tracks, turning to me, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. “You’re sure?”

  “Yes,” I say, nodding.

  “YES!” he yells, his voice booming, echoing back to us off the rock cliff.

  Everyone in the entire camp stops, turning to look at us. Warmth floods my cheeks, burning up my neck. He lifts me into the air, holding me at arm’s length as if I weigh nothing, then lowers me down into a kiss. I’m stiff in his arms, too aware of the eyes on us. He breaks the kiss, still smiling.

  “Well…” I say, trying to collect my thoughts.

  He hooks his arm under my ass, cradling me in a carry, and runs. Bounding in leaps he runs halfway up the zig-zagging ramp that climbs the front of the cliff. He stops, puts me down, and faces the entirety of the Tribe, who are, for the most part, looking up at us now.

  “We are pregnant!” he shouts. “A new child will join our Tribe! Blessings of water, I’m going to be a father!”

  Cheers erupt, accented by applause. No matter how embarrassing it is, it’s also welcoming. Warm and filled with love and support. This is my home. It may not be the way I ever thought my life would turn out, but it is, by far, better than anything I ever would have known on the ship. Drosdan turns me towards him and kisses me again. This time I give myself over to the kiss.

  Tight coiling in my core makes a tightening need
. Desire makes my heart race, pushing blood to my most sensitive parts. I’m wet and ready, aching with the need for him to fill me. It pushes past embarrassment, floods out any thought of being watched. I wrap my legs around his waist and let him carry me to our room. His massive, throbbing hard-on pushes against my pussy, striving to find its way past the confining clothes and into my wetness.

  Whimpering in need, I thrust my hips back and forth, pressing him hard against my clit, finding some sweet release from the pressure there.

  His tongue drives into my mouth in the same way I want his cock delving my depths. The change in brightness tells me we’ve entered our home. Pushing a hand between us, I loosen the tie of his pants, and pass my hand inside them. When I trail my fingers along his cock, he groans. I trace the edge of the head with a single finger, then slide my hand down the soft underside of his shaft.

  After he sets me down, we throw clothes aside in a flurry, and he lays me down on our bed. Kissing his way down my neck and between my breasts, he buries his face in my pussy. Grabbing his hair, I thrust my hips up into him as his tongue digs through my soft, wet folds. He pushes his tongue into my tunnel, and I bite my lower lip, whimpering with pleasure. He drags his tongue up and grazes my clit, making me scream in pleasure as sensation overwhelms me.

  Focusing his tongue on my hard nub, he circles and then presses hard against it. I’m pushed over the edge. Tightening my grip on his hair, I hold him there and circle my hips. Screaming his name over and over, my body is wracked by an intensity of pleasure that is too much. When it passes, I’m left a quivering mess. Muscles lax and not responding, I can barely keep my eyes open. Drosdan moves up over me, positioning his first cock at my opening.

  As soon as his massive head touches my overly sensitive tunnel, I’m ready. There’s an empty ache that only his cock will fill. Pressing into me, he moves slowly but I can’t wait. Grabbing his hips, I pull up and thrust my hips forward at the same time, taking his massive, ribbed cock fully into my hot wet pussy in a single motion.

  Once again I’m screaming his name in my pleasure. It’s blindingly intense going from empty to fully filled in an instant. Distantly I hear him calling my name too, then we’re thrusting. His cock drives in and out of me rapidly. There’s no holding back. He pushes in and out faster, filling me over and over. Claiming me as I claim him. There’s nothing to compare to the sensation.

  He’s mine as I give myself to him.

  “Fuck me, Drosdan,” I pant, pulling him in to me. “Take my pussy. You’re mine.”

  He thrusts in and out with each syllable of every word. Giving himself to me fully until I feel his cock swelling inside me, and I know he’s close. I thrust into him hard, one hand on his toned ass and the other tangled in his hair, holding myself tight against him as I feel his cock spasm over and over, dumping his fresh seed into me.

  My pussy clamps onto his cock as it starts pushing his load. Holding onto him, milking it, taking all that he has to give as an electrical storm plays through my body. I’ve never, even with him, felt as satisfied as I do now. Knowing that the life we have created is growing inside me somehow makes this more intense. It’s a celebration not only of each other, but of life. A recognition of a future we didn’t know we would have.

  He moans my name as his cock spasms one last time, then I feel it softening. Slowly he pulls out, lying down next to me. I turn my head to him and we kiss. Soft, gentle kisses. The primal intensity has subsided for the moment. His fingers trace circles across my body as we stare into each other’s eyes.

  “You’re happy?” I ask.

  “More than I ever imagined I could be,” he replies.

  “Good,” I say, glancing down to see his second cock rising.

  “Seems we have more to do?” I ask, teasing as I trace the ridges of it.

  “Only if you’re ready,” he says, moaning softly with eyes half-closed.

  “Always, for you, my love. Always.”

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  Piper

  The four enormous alien dragon-men stand there for a few more seconds, until I wonder if that's all they want to do, just stand and watch, and if they expect me to just keep floating and let them. But then they all move towards the water, almost in unison, their eyes locked on me. My heartbeat picks up even more, and I feel completely exposed. Being naked makes me feel more vulnerable than ever, even though, realistically, I was always vulnerable around them.

  I turn my head, trying to see them all at once, though I can't when they're coming from every direction it seems like. From my front, my sides, behind me. One of them alone would be intimidating, just with his massive size. Four is overwhelming as they near me. As they hit the water, kilt-like cloths swirl around their muscled, bulky thighs, the water level rising up their legs. It's a low shallower for them than it is for me.

  Then they're right up next to me, surrounding me on every side, a wall of muscle. It seems to be their favorite position. Maybe they like cornering me. I shiver as they growl softly, each pair of eyes I meet filled with a carnal heat that has tingles spreading through my body, the edge of danger only adding to my arousal. I also really wish I could just close my eyes and disappear. Go figure. But the two conflicting feelings exist side by side. The situation is just so out of my experience, my comfort zone. It hits my buttons, but it also feels like a bad idea, like it could get out of hand quickly.

  And then it escalates. I'm not in that position for long. Fire picks me up easily, pressing me against his hard, cool front. I automatically raise my legs to wrap them around his waist to stabilize myself, my hands sliding onto his broad shoulders so I don't fall. I gasp as I feel the ridiculously large erection rub up against me, with only the thin, almost transparent cloth of his kilt-like covering between us. There may as well be nothing at all there, that cloth is so thin and wet. I can feel him pulsing against me in his excitement, feel exactly how thick and long he is. And it doesn't leave me unaffected.

  I groan, heat and a warm tension clamping down in my belly at the feel of him. Between my thighs. I'm panting softly as I marvel at how his proximity is affecting me. I've never felt this kind of mind wiping arousal, the kind that pushes my inhibitions aside, makes my self-consciousness fade against the face of it. Even as a voice tells me in the back of my head to be careful, that I don't really know any of these men, that I don't know what to expect, all I want to do is move my body against his. Feel more of this insanity. Rub against that ridiculous erection where it throbs against me. I can't focus on anything but that driving need.

  I make a small, involuntary sound as I try to rub myself against that hard length, needing more than the press of him against me, staring into his pretty amber eyes, his handsome face softening at the touch. At how it makes him feel.

  Four identical, frustrated growls sound from around me as they see me trying to slide against him. And then I'm suddenly torn right out of Fire's arms and into someone else's, the loss of his hard length from between my legs making me cry out in protest. I might have to get used to being pulled away from each of them. It seems to be how they operate.

  I get a brief glimpse of Emerald before he closes the distance between our faces and settles his mouth against mine. He doesn't hold back or beat around the bush at all. Not that he needs to with how hot I'm already feeling. The kiss goes from zero to a hundred so fast my head is spinning while I try to gasp in a breath. His tongue slides against mine. His taste is seductive, his lips moving firmly, mobile and confident against my mine as he explores my mouth. I sink into that kiss, feeling the heat build even more at the co
ntact. And now all I can think about is Emerald, his hard body against mine, the pretty yellow-and-green of his scales. The equally impressive erection pressed against my belly.

  How can I just go from man to man like this and enjoy each one so much? But how am I supposed to resist such sexy men when they all want me so badly? I don't have much time to dwell on that thought or to enjoy Emerald either.

  Another pair of hard arms flips me around in Emerald's hold. And now it's Danger staring at me, his eyes filled with an intense heat. My breath catches as I meet those eyes. I feel like he might be able to burn me with that look alone, it's so searing. His piercing gaze is so focused, I wonder if he can see exactly what I'm thinking, how hot the situation is making me. Despite how hot that look is, he doesn't pull me away from Emerald like I expect him to, like everyone else seems to like to do. Instead, he presses me back against Emerald, my back against his friend's solid chest.

  He lifts my legs so that I wrap them around his narrow waist, suspending me between the two of them. I’m completely naked with nobody's body to obstruct the view of mine. It sends another bolt of fire through me. Oh, I feel much more open and vulnerable now. They can all see everything. Danger can see everything.

  My eyes lock on his face as his drift down to my body, taking in every inch slowly, not rushing. Taking his time to look. I have the urge to cover myself, but I can't in this position. So I just watch him, my breath coming faster as his large hands smooth up the length of my legs. Up my shins. My thighs. My hips. Across my stomach. I look down to see the stark contrast of his dark, strong hands against my pale, much more delicate skin, the arresting sight holding my attention. He touches me slowly, sensually. As if he could do it all day and not tire of it. Feeling so wanted is an aphrodisiac all on its own, isn't it? I didn't realize that until now.

  I almost forget Emerald is there because I'm so focused on what Danger is doing. Until he reaches around me to cup my breasts, squeezing the soft mounds gently in his cool hands. Pinching my already hard nipples between his teasing fingers. I arch at the sharp sensation, the feeling sending an answering warmth between my legs.