“You kill me,” I rasp. Her tight hand slides up, back down.
“Dragon, when you need me, I need you.” Her voice is dusky and sweet to my ears. She rises on her knees, still holding my shaft. My grip on her strengthens.
“You are not allowed to leave—” But her body positions over my root and lowers.
“I’m not leaving,” she says, sliding down onto me.
I throw my head back, bellowing in ecstasy. I was not expecting her to mount me. I am thrilled, my shaft pulses and widens. Her deep sheath grasps me like it is starving for me, for my seed. She whimpers, and at the sound, my nails bite into her dripping flesh. She tries to rise, but I hold her seated.
Her brow furrows, teeth pressing into her lower lip.
She settles back down, taking me in lovingly.
Her sheath quivers and clenches. With each little movement, my seed threatens to erupt. Desperate for distraction, I caress the ends of my tails up and down her back. I do not want this bliss to end.
“I will always be inside you,” I groan, telling her like it is.
I jerk my hips side to side, urging her to widen so my cock may expand with seed.
She twitches and drops her head on my chest. Her eyes squeeze shut. But she takes it. I jerk again, and she cries out.
“So big. Too big!”
“Not for you, sweet human.” But I give her time to relax.
When she does, the moment her rigid body loosens, I move. Thrusting my hips up, I hold her on to me. She drops her head back and moans, her soft mounds bouncing slightly. The sight drives me wild.
Pummeling we rut, our tempo increasing, our need building. Neither of us is watching for predators, and the thought of the risk makes my adrenaline race. I almost want something to attack us, almost want to drown in bloodlust just as my mating heat takes over. I can taste it, blood, meat, and rutting all at once.
And with the illusion, my primal dragonhood seizes me.
I slam into her. She holds onto me tight. The higher I thrust up, the more I need her sheath to squeeze me. Crazed, I stand, lifting her with me, rocking back and forth violently. I sense her nearing that moment when she will strangle me, just like I need her too. I hear it in her heightening moans.
Then she does, tightening and constricting my shaft. Darkness rushes through me. My jewel cools, and my thrusting stops. Her body dances on me as I hold her on my prick. Seed shoots out, and I roar.
When I am certain I have scared every animal within a mile of us, I drop back into the water, taking Milaye with me.
She rests against me, shaking.
Pride surges through me because I know, I know that she has finally, completely taken my seed in a way that bears fruit. I feel my body’s darkness swirling inside her.
I run my hands up her back and tangle them into her hair. “You are pregnant.”
She holds onto me tighter. “Thank you for telling me,” she whispers. She pulls back to look at me. “You have given me the greatest gift.”
I lean down and place my lips on hers. “And you have given me the same.”
I am in no rush to leave, and the light gets brighter in the sky as time passes. She shows me how pleased and excited she is to be carrying my young. I preen at her affection. Her glowing warmth seeps into me, putting my dark crystal to work.
We make the most of the stream and bathe ourselves. I enjoy the newest pleasure of exploring every inch of my female as she lets me take the lead. By the end, there is no place on her body that I have not touched, or have not licked. And I lick thoroughly, especially between her legs. My tongue tastes her at her pure source, where her delicious arousal comes from, and I drink her down. My mate’s human nectar is now my favorite flavor.
But I also lick all of her scratches, all of her bruises. Though the bruises are harder to heal, I manage to close her scrapes. When I am done, Milaye is draped half on the bank, half in the water, spread out and watching me with a relaxed softness, an ease that I did not know she possessed. It is a look I like on her.
“Beautiful,” I say, climbing on top of her.
She smiles up at me and grasps my larger set of horns. Her legs come around my hips, and I slide back inside her.
By early evening, Milaye is dressing, and there is nothing I can do to stop her. Besides the excursion to find food—where I caught a cockatrice wandering the bank with my hands, snapping its neck to my human’s shock—we have rutted and enjoyed each other for most of the day. There was only the small hurdle of how to treat the cockatrice’s corpse. Milaye demanded it be cooked by fire, and I insisted we eat it raw.
In the end, my human won.
But she is dressing now, and I would rather have her bare. Always bare for me and my pleasure. I reach for her. She slips away. “I am not done with you, female.”
Though I know she is pregnant, my cock still remains full with fresh seed to spend inside her.
“We can’t waste any more time. Night will fall soon, and we need to head home. If we’re anywhere by the first cave entrance, then we reach my tribe before full dark.” She doesn’t mention Haime, but I know it is on her mind.
“I am your tribe now, Milaye,” I tell
