Right when I am about to explode, burying my face between her breasts,, Aida clamps down hard on me, flinging wildly out of my grip.
Stunned, my eyes snap to hers just as they fall back into her head. Her body shoots up straight, her mouth poised in a silent scream, and her deep grows so wet, so tight, uncomfortable pressure—breathtaking pleasure—clenches my shaft.
Her core pumps, pulling the seed out of me forcibly. I explode, roaring in satisfaction.
She falls into my chest, breathing hard, then going silent as wave after wave of my seed jets out. Seed that has burned inside me for countless years, priming for my mate. I shoot up to my feet, still holding my human to me and keeping her on my cock as my hips thrust and the spewing continues. My tail goes straight and stiff.
I feel her belly expand against mine.
Raw power floods me. My mate.
Take me, take it all. It is yours.
When the overwhelming pressure begins to fade and my spurts come to a blissful end, I realize there is something wrong.
Aida is limp in my arms. Her legs have fallen, and she is only held onto me by my grip.
“Human?” I grasp her hair and pull her head back. “Aida?” Her eyes are hooded.
No response.
Any satisfaction dies, leaving shock and worry behind.
“Aida?” I say louder, laying her on the ground, pulling myself out from between her legs. The scent of mating builds, ignored.
She does not move. I put my hands to her neck, her chest—there is movement beneath. Calming down, I lay my ear to her and listen for her heartbeat. Thump, thump; thump, thump.
It is strong, but that gives me little relief.
I knew humans were weak.
I did not care, forcing her to accept me anyway.
Sensations of something slimy squeeze my chest. Something I have not felt since a young dragonling.
Guilt.
I throw a clean hide over her, gather her into my arms, and rush out of the cave, searching for anyone who may be able to help. I see sunlight at the mouth of the cave and hasten my steps.
And run head-first into another human.
The human falls back. “Oomph.” Muttering, the human rebalances.
“You, help me! She is not responding,” I order, laying Aida down in the grass outside the cave. Rain falls from the sky but it is nothing like the day before, a wispy shower. Still, I move Aida closer to the rocks and shelter her as best I can. My guilt grows, seeing her limply lying there.
The other human settles next to me with a gasp. “Aida!” Her hands go to Aida’s cheeks.
I hiss low in warning, and the human moves them away.
She turns to me. “What happened?”
“I seeded her,” I say, keeping my eyes on Aida.
“Seeded her?”
“Mated her, rutted her if you will, filled her with my seed so she may breed my young.” I finally lift my eyes to the female next to me. How does she not understand? Do human males not seed their females?
I did not ask. Another stab of guilt hits me. If my seed kills my mate…
The other human is staring at me, glancing at Aida before looking back at me.
“Can you help her?” I ask.
“She’s my sister. Of course I’ll try.”
12
Delina and Zaeyr
Intensity wells within me and I can’t stop it. My aching muscles relax, my core tenses, and Zaeyr’s cock pounds me like he’s pounding my soul. Any pain or discomfort fades to bliss as the burning heat within soothes it away.
Each gush of his seed brings on another wave, and soon the pain of penetration and stretching is a distant memory.
It’s too much to bear, I try to tell him this, but he doesn’t hear me, pounding away. Lifting me, holding me against his chest, thrusting in and out, in and out.
Water sluices over my skin, followed by cloth. I moan but can’t seem to rise. Settling to the comforting touch of cool water, knowing I might be stunned, I let myself be tended to.
I feel the shift of movement and soon the scent of herbs, wood, and the ocean hits me, and I know I’m no longer in the caves.
Does mating stun? I wonder. I’ve never heard of such a thing.
It hurts, yes. It’s overwhelming. But never once did any of the elder Sand’s Hunters women mentioned falling unconscious… or the amount of male cum…
Dragon cum. Has to be. It’s inside me still, doing strange things to me. Relaxing me in a way I can’t resist.
“Well?”
Zaeyr’s voice. I try to respond but my lips refuse to move.
“She’s fine. Just needs rest. Aida doesn’t take care of herself as well as she should.”
Delina.
More water is poured onto my skin, and the hands and the cloth that follows are clumsy. It’s Delina cleaning me, I note. But then a strand of my hair is pulled behind my ear. The warmth that ignites from it is caused by Zaeyr. I know it.
“How much longer?” he asks.
“I don’t know.”
“Guess!”
“Let her sleep through the night,” Delina answers hurriedly. I don’t want to sleep. I want to be awake. I’ve been asleep long enough… I should be helping my tribe. I want more time with Zaeyr. I can’t remember a day in my life when I did nothing but lie in the hides. “When she wakes, make sure she rests. She’ll need food too. I can stay and watch over her.”
I hear a grumble and nothing else. I’d grumble too if I could. Silence descends between them and I hear the crackle of a fire.
Falling back asleep, I wake up sometime later to Delina’s voice. Swimming through the haziness of my mind, I discover she’s asking Zaeyr questions.
“…you were a dragon yesterday. I’ve never seen a dragon or heard of them either until lately. Were you frightening?”
“Mmmm.”
“I’m sure you were… Your horns and tail are beautiful. I always envied the merfolk for their tails.”
It feels wrong listening
