Dragon Breeder 4

by Dante King

  I playfully slapped her ass. “I look forward to that.”

  “I’m yet to think of a truly adequate way to have that debt squared,” the bearmancer replied.

  “We can brainstorm after we’re done here,” I said, running my hand across her wet buttcheeks and squeezing each of them in turn.

  “A fine idea. Now, you better join us properly, Mike,” Hana said softly, giving Renji’s nipples a firm tweak so that the djinn gasped and bucked up against her. “My Queen will expect me to look after you, seeing as you are her guest of honor.”

  My cock throbbed with a building lust and intensity. The need for carnal gratification, even with the blood and dirt that was still crusted over the three of us, was a burning itch in my crotch.

  “You just sit back and let Hana and I clean each other up a little more first,” Renji purred, a wicked grin lighting up her usually composed and mellow features. Her silver teeth sparkled in the sunshine, as did the silver ring in her septum.

  “You want me to wait?” I said, unable to keep the note of longing from my voice.

  “Like the gentleman that we all know that you aren’t,” Renji said solemnly.

  I moaned and reached for the silver-haired beauty, but Renji slapped my hand down. With both women’s piercings, I might have been caught in the clutches of some punk sadomasochists.

  “Then Hana and I will take good care of you,” she said, in her most authoritative quartermaster’s voice. “You just sit back and enjoy us working for now.”

  I did as I was bid. I had learned enough in my time at the Drako Academy to know that, very occasionally, it was prudent to bow to the knowledge of a colleague, whether it be in the training arena or in the hot pool.

  Renji squirmed against Hana’s wet, fit body, the water sloshing like a tempestuous maelstrom. Hana’s hands continued to glide over Renji’s turquoise skin, occasionally leaving nail marks in their wake. She carried on toying and teasing the djinn dragonmancer’s nipples until I could see that they were stiff enough to hang my sword belt on. Then, slowly, deliberately, she moved her hands down, under the water, following the humping motions that Renji was making in the watery depths. Renji moaned loudly and started to fuck Hana’s hand as the Vetruscan woman fingered her with reckless relish.

  Every now and again, both Renji and Hana glanced directly at me as they played with each other, their mouths open, tongues moist and stuck between their teeth, eyes brimming over with pure carnality.

  “Do you like watching, Mike?” Renji asked in her husky, deep voice.

  “Of course he does, Dragonmancer,” Hana said. “Just look at his eyes. He’s. . . ughhh.”

  Hana started bucking more and more forcefully against Renji’s hand, grinding hard against her, forcing her back into the corner of the pool. Despite being the smaller woman and bearing a wound on her shoulder that I had only just noticed, a sexual frenzy drove Hana and lent her prodigious strength. The muscles across her shoulders stood out like cords. Spit flew from her lips as she bared her teeth.

  “That’s it! That’s where I want it, Mystocean, right there!” Hana said into the other woman’s ear, all the while looking at me. She gave Renji a couple of playful little slaps across the face, bringing a darker blush to her pale blue cheeks.

  Her motions became jerkier, even more forceful. Renji grunted and gasped as Hana crushed her into the corner of the pool but continued pleasuring the woman under the hot water.

  Suddenly, Hana convulsed, the muscles in her back tightening. She let out a breathy gasp of pleasure, biting her knuckles to stop herself from crying out louder. Then she suddenly stood up in the pool, water cascading down her thighs and legs. She was breathing hard, her stomach muscles showing on her athletic torso. She crooked a smile at me.

  “That was a close!” she sighed. “Almost Renji carried me over the brink! I don’t want to climax like that, not that it wasn’t good.”

  I puffed out my cheeks. “Full marks for self-control.”

  Hana held out her hands, and Renji grasped them. With surprising ease, the bearmancer hoisted Renji up out of the pool and sat her on the smoothed stone edge.

  She spread the other woman’s unresisting legs so that she was almost doing the splits on the edge of the pool. Renji inhaled sharply as water ran down between her heavy tits, down the planes of her stomach, and over her wide-open sex.

  Hana went down on the other woman like a man in a desert falling to his knees at some oasis, tonguing and slurping at Renji’s slit while the other woman ground her pelvis into the bearmancer’s face.

  Hana was submerged to her shoulders in the pool, while Renji had her legs stretched as far as they could go.

  I had the best seat in the house. Renji’s soaking wet pussy close enough to touch. I was near enough to see the smears and flecks of her girl juice covering Hana’s face as she probed at Renji’s box with her tongue, running it in circles around her clit.

  Hana grunted and growled like some feral beast, like a bear maybe, while she ate Renji out. She used her fingers to open the other woman’s vaginal lips as wide as she could so that she could get her tongue as deep as possible.

  It did not take long, a few minutes at most, before Renji said breathlessly, “Take Hana. Take her, Mike. Take her now. Make us dragonmothers, both of us.”

  Showing her flexibility, the Vetruscan stood up out of the water and bent invitingly at the waist. Hana wiggled her ass in my face.

  I surged up out of the water and, in one smooth motion, grabbed Hana by her hips and thrust into her gaping, tight sex from behind.

  Hana cried out with pleasure, reaching backward to spread her asscheeks for me.

  With that insertion, a surging tingle of magic flowed through me, from the tip of my cock all the way through my body. It was a feeling that I couldn’t really quantify, a roiling confusion of energy that ripped through me, but I had never felt the likes of it before, not with any of my dragonmancer conquests at least.

  Dimly, I wondered whether it was the dragon magic and bear magic coming together.

  Hana cried out in ecstasy as I pumped away at her from behind, my tingling balls slapping into her clit with a wet smacking sound.

  The weird energy I had felt on first entering Hana morphed into the more identifiable feeling of a need that required fulfillment. It was building and building and building.

  “Harder, harder, harder!” Hana ordered me, her words jerking out of her as I rammed my cock into her.

  I started fucking the bearmancer with a renewed vigor. Trying to touch some place inside of her that would send her over the edge.

  “Fuck me!” Hana cried. “Show me what you can do, Dragonmancer.”

  Dragon met bear. Bear met dragon.

  Renji was now lying on the mossy ground that surrounded the pools. She opened her legs wide and pointed them at the clouds.

  My climax reached up to claim me quite unexpectedly, almost too unexpectedly. Without time to communicate what I was doing, I dumped Hana on the edge of the pool, beside Renji on the mossy ground.

  I grabbed Renji and hauled her up so the two females lay side by side.

  “What are you - oh!” Renji said.

  I plunged my cock into her and blew my load, gasping as it flooded out of me.

  Then, I pulled out, feeling the next pulsing load building, and rammed my prick back into Hana.

  The bearmancer shuddered as she came, turned on by the sight of me jizzing in both her and the woman she had just shared me with.

  I repeated the exercise a few more times on each side until my cum filled both the djinn and the bearmancer. Twin glows illuminated the bellies of both Renji and Hana.

  Mission fucking accomplished.

  I collapsed backward into the pool to float, satiated and exhausted.

  Staring up at the sky, I heard Hana echo the thoughts that had blazed in my head just before I came.

  “Bear meets dragon,” she said in a spent voice.

  “Dragon meets bear,�
� Renji said.

  * * *

  Several days passed. Much of my time, and the time of my fellow dragonmancers, was spent cleaning up and repairing Hrímdale.

  This unavoidable but monotonous laboring was broken when Penelope found me one day with great news. Renji and Hana had just given birth.

  “What?” I said when Penelope repeated herself for the second time.

  “A dragonling,” Penelope said. “Renji had a healthy dragonling!”

  I grinned and handed the beam that I had been lifting on my own to four Vetruscan villagers, who staggered under its weight.

  “And Hana?” I asked, wiping my palms on my breeches.

  Pen smiled. “Best you go and see for yourself.”

  I summoned Cyan and jumped on her back. Before Penelope could say another word, I was in the air. Mounted on the Faerie Dragon, I rode for the cabin that had been set aside for the Mystocean contingent.

  Hana and Renji were sitting on a large woolen blanket spread on the grass.

  “Go stretch your wings,” I said to Cyan. “I’ll let you know when we’re done.”

  “I can’t meet the new siblings?” Cyan asked.

  “In a little while,” I said with a smile. “Go on, now.”

  Cyan took to the air, and I approached the new mothers.

  A dragonling was curled around Renji’s neck, sleeping. It was the uniform gray color of all dragonlings when they were first born and had not been introduced to their Etherstone.

  “A girl!” Renji said quietly, when I approached. “I’m going to call her Brenna.”

  I glanced down at the little sleeping creature. It looked about as content, curled around her mother’s neck, as anything that I had ever seen.

  “Great job, Renji,” I said.

  “And this,” said Hana, pulling aside a blanket and drawing my attention away from the djinn and my latest progeny, “is Rifa.”

  Under the blanket, nestled against Hana’s thigh, was a small ball of gray-silver fluff.

  “Rifa,” I said, mimicking Hana’s words.

  The ball of fluff, silver in color, uncurled.

  “A bear cub,” Hana said. “A male bear cub.”

  “That’s. . . that’s incredible,” I said. “He’s incredible.”

  A rush of affection flooded me as the little bear cub looked up at me.

  Rifa was fairly nondescript, having not yet been introduced to his Etherstone, but his little coal-black eyes glittered up at me with a sort of fierce intelligence that reminded me unswervingly of Hana.

  “He’s fucking fantastic,” I breathed.

  Rifa growled sleepily at me, then tucked back into a ball and nestled down beside Hana.

  “So, when are you ladies thinking we should have them link with the Etherstones?” I asked.

  Renji held up a placating hand.

  “Peace, man,” she said. “For once we find ourselves at liberty to take our time with this. We have the stones. We have security. Let the dragonling and the cub sleep.”

  I nodded. I couldn’t argue with that, and I knew better than to try it with a new mother.

  “The Queen is on her way to see the newest bear to be born to the Vetruscan Kingdom for…” Hana shook her head in wonder. “I don’t even know how long. We will organize a time to have the newborns introduced to their crystals after that.”

  “How the hell will the cub, Rifa, even take on the bond and the power of the stone?” I asked.

  “That,” said a familiar yet totally unexpected voice from behind me, “remains to be seen.”

  I whirled and came nose to nose with the Seer, Claire. With her long neck, long silver hair worn in intricate braids, pale skin, and almond-shaped eyes, one bright greenish-blue like a robin’s egg and the other a ruby red, it could be no one else.

  I blinked. Stammered a little. Then, I let my brain try and catch up.

  “What am I doing here?” Claire said, with an easy smile.

  I nodded dumbly.

  “Walk with me, Mike Noctis,” she said.

  Claire wore her usual simple white dress that trailed behind her like a train of summer clouds. I followed her, trying not to tread on the hem of the gown.

  The Seer came to a halt on the lip of the lawn, where a gap in the surrounding trees allowed us a view of the fjord.

  “So?” I blurted. “What are you doing here, Seer? Not that I’m not glad to see you.”

  “It seems Mike Noctis, Dragon Breeder, that you are something far rarer even than you first appeared to be,” Claire said without preamble, smiling again at how taken aback I was.

  I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “I keep telling myself that things can’t possibly get any more supernatural, anymore insane, but I should really learn just to quit telling myself anything by the sounds of it! What do you mean, Claire?”

  The Seer gazed penetratingly at me with those incredible mismatched eyes of hers, the red and the blue.

  “It seems that you are far more than the savior of dragons, Mike Noctis,” she said in that ethereal, calming voice. “You may very well be the savior of all magical creatures.”

  “That’s a hell of a title to live up to,” I said with a wry smile. “No pressure!”

  The Seer grinned. “I thought I knew much about you. What with my predilection for the future. You have, I freely admit, come to teach me many things about your race. One thing above all others has stood out to me. You are resilient as anyone I have ever encountered. There might be a lot of pressure resting upon those brawny shoulders of yours, but I am confident that you will be able to bear it.”

  We were silent for a while, the two of us staring out over the calm fjord. The water was so still that it could almost have been painted on to the ground, like one of those perspective drawings that artists are always sketching up on pavements in cities the world over.

  “Seer?” I said, my eyes following the drifting journey of a gull.

  “Yes, Mike?” Claire said.

  “It seems that the Etherstones, above all else, are the keys to the rejuvenation of the Mystocean Empire’s dragon numbers. Now that we have a fair stockpile of the dragondust, if we just had a collection of Etherstones, we could make the Mystocean Empire the great power it used to be. We could drive the Shadow Nations and the Bloodletters and all the rest of those bastards off the curling edge of the map.”

  “That is true,” the Seer said simply. “It is true, but it is also a big ‘if’. We do not have a cache of Etherstones. At least not right now. If our intel is to be believed, there may be such a cache in the Bronze Citadel.”

  A question hung in the air between us, so I asked it.

  “Just where the hell do the Etherstones come from anyway?”

  Claire shrugged, her white dress streaming out behind her in the wind coming down off the hills. It was a wind that might very well have passed through the mountains, past that temple in which we had uncovered the truth about the Shadow Nations and the origins of the Bloodletters. It was a chill breeze, but the scantily clad Seer did not seem bothered by its frigid fingers as they sought out the openings of my jacket.

  “I have no knowledge of the Etherstone’s origins,” Claire told me. “But, if you’re going to live up to your potential, you must find more of them.”

  “I can’t just wait around until someone hands me one?” I said, tongue-in-cheek. “It’s worked pretty well for me so far.”

  Claire chuckled lightly. It was a good sound. Although the Seer and I did not spend much time together, the time that we did was time that I always enjoyed.

  “The one you received from Queen Frami, I think, is the last that will be given to you so easily,” she said.

  “You sound pretty certain,” I said.

  Claire smiled and tapped her chest with one finger. “Seer,” she said.

  “You’ve foreseen that?” I asked.

  “I have,” she replied succinctly.

  The two of us gazed out across the water. The future lay out there; a
future that involved the finding of more Etherstones and the marching on the Bronze Citadel, among other things.

  “You can almost see it, can’t you?” Claire said softly by my side.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “The future,” she said. “It’s trembling just beyond the curtain of the unknown, about to spring into being, even as we stand here.”

  The wind was picking up more now, whipping baby whitecaps up from the surface of the fjord.

  “And you can see it,” I said.

  “I can see lots of futures,” the Seer said with her trademark obscurity.

  “Got any advice for me, then?” I asked, though I wasn’t hopeful. I could feel a faint smile tugging at my lips, knowing that what I was about to hear would probably help me little.

  Claire linked her arm through mine. She patted my hand.

  “Try to repress that human instinct to not live in the present,” she said. “Embrace the animal side, the part that does not need to plan or think of the future.”

  The faint smile broadened on my face.

  “You’re basically giving me the mystic’s version of ‘hang in there, everything will be all right in the end’ is that it?” I asked.

  Claire’s smile was quite unreadable.

  Above our heads, Cyan, the Faerie Dragon wheeled in the fickle light of the sun. Her iridescent wings shone and flickered, sending rainbows flashing across my vision. She swooped low, dived, and plunged into the waters of fjord.

  “What the…!” I started to say.

  Cyan burst back out of the river, something long and thrashing clutched in her claws.

  “A giant eel,” Claire said. “The fjord is full of them. They are a delicacy in Vetrusca.”

  I watched the Faerie Dragon land on the yawn a little distance away.

  “I’ve never seen a dragon like her before,” I said.

  “They have a lot of surprises up their sleeves,” Claire told me. “There is much about them that you won’t see coming.”

  “Like the future?” I said.

  “Just so,” the Seer replied.

  I snorted.

  “There is one thing I can always be certain about the future bringing with it,” I said to the ethereal figure holding my hand.