“Don’t try to distract me with cultural trivia. I thought your fighting form was the Drakon term for battle armor.”
“The Drakon are shapeshifters. Some few beings in the verse can shift into different forms to mimic the appearance of others. However, the Drakon shift only between our human and dragon forms. In ancient times we shifted into our more resilient dragon form to fight. Now, we have ships and shields to protect our soft humanoid form, so that is no longer necessary.”
The dryer clicks on and a burst of warm hair hits our bodies from all sides. Moving back from her is the only way the dryer can do its job properly. Since I already know what she must be wondering, the answer to her unspoken question comes to my lips unbidden. “Because I marked you with my bite, you can now sense my dragon’s wishes. Do not fear, for you are now the center of our world.”
We stand staring at each other for a brief moment. Truth be told, there is no fear on my new mate’s face. There is adoration, genuine affection and no small amount of heat but thankfully, no fear. She seems awe struck by learning of my fighting form. Preening a bit, I ask, “You accept us?”
Leaning her shoulders back onto the now dry wall, she displays her delicious nude form for me to admire. All her glorious marks are on display. It’s an erotic pose and what can only be interpreted as an offering of herself to me. My gaze wanders over her pert breasts. Her pink nipples are drawn into sharp points and I can smell her arousal. The intoxicating aroma reminds me of the taste of her on my tongue. I leash my rutting beast, forcing myself not to jump on her in the heat of the moment.
Instead I blurt out something nonsensical, “Are you well, my sweet?” That was stupid. Of course she is well. The female is naked and in my arms after all.
The sound of her sultry voice reaches out to me. “I’m still wet.”
In the heat of the moment, I realize my desire is to own her mind, body and soul. Therefore, I ask enticingly, “Shall I run the drying sequence again?” My response is what some beings call playing hard to get. It infuriates my dragon, but I’m having the time of my life.
Shaking her head slightly, I now know she is playing her own mating game with me. It’s nearly impossible to keep my warrior’s face in place. Grasping my thick cock in one hand, I give it a long, rough stoke. “It’s your lucky day. I’m offering dragon rides for the fantastically low price of just ten credits.”
Giggling, she does her best to respond indignantly, “That’s an outrageous sum, sir. I wouldn’t pay more than a credit for the privilege.”
Wrapping my caudal around the bottom of her leg, I find myself enjoying our little game. “Since you’ve been such a loyal and dedicated mate, how about I give you a special deal?”
Running one hand over her stomach and down over her delicious mound, she inquires demurely, “What did you have in mind, sir?”
If she calls me sir one more time, my cock is going to explode all on its own. She’s good at playing sexy games. My eyes travel from the mound she’s gently caressing with one small hand back up her pale body to her pretty face. My love is smiling, happy and thoroughly aroused. This jaded dragon’s heart is filled to overflowing with pure joy at the knowledge that I put that look on her face.
Pointing my dick straight at her, I make a brazen offer. “I’ll give you the first ride for free and you can pay for the rest with kisses.”
Her face lights up. “Now that sounds like a bargain. A woman would have to be crazy to turn down such a generous deal.”
Stepping forward, I release my caudal from around her leg. “Hop on before my dragon has a complete mental breakdown.”
“I don’t think he understands mating games.”
“Lucky for us, I enjoy them immensely.”
“I can see that.” Literally climbing my body, she laughs. I help by lifting her into place. Wrapping one arm around her, I barely notice that my wings are not working properly. Rubbing my fingers against her soft folds I hiss, “You weren’t fucking joking about being wet. It won’t take long to prepare you for my cock.” I’m dreaming of putting my mouth where my fingers are but she’s having none of that today.
“Forget preparing. I’m ready now.” When I hesitate, she flexes her legs around my hips and whispers breathlessly, “I’m dying to feel you inside me.”
Hearing my eager female practically begging for my cock speaks to me as a male, forcing me to give the pretty little brooder exactly what she wants. She’s clinging to my neck, kissing and nibbling everywhere her mouth can reach and is more turned on than I can ever remember her being. Her legs are locked around my hips and she’s grinding herself against me in the most sensual manner imaginable.
My dragon demands I fill her with our seed. Since no male alive could resist such advances, Tarion of the Hielsrane can do nothing but give into his demands. Plunging into her warm, wet body feels like coming home. I could almost enjoy the moment if it weren’t for my dragon’s insistent inane ramblings that I take her, breed her and fill her with our seed. He’s envisioning tiny dragons flying about, and me? I’m just trying to enjoy my fierce, loyal human brooder.
I succumb to mindless lust at long last, reveling in all that my human mate has to offer. Who would have thought that a soft human body could provide such copious amounts of pleasure? Having heard such tales about her kind, I half thought them to be idle gossip or hype to increase the price of humans. Now
