I love the way she clings to me, breathless and thrilled I am inside her. She is not stingy with her words, breathlessly telling me how good I feel between ragged, throaty moans. All I can think of is provoking more sexy verbalizations from her with my cock. Before, there was always a fear lurking in the back of mind that she would one day abandon me. This is no longer the case. When she comes screaming my name, it speaks to my soul in ways I can’t quite comprehend. Unable to hold back when her body locks down around me, my hot seed shoots deep inside her precious body. We relax slightly, melting into each other. This is what mating should be, it’s what I spent my entire existence.
Her voice sounds softly in my ear. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I am much better than okay. How about yourself?”
“That was the best sex of my entire life, even counting the time you tied me up.”
Images of her bound and writhing against me as fuck her rise in my mind. Pulling back slightly, I stare down into her lovely face. “I’m not nearly finished with you yet, sweetling.”
Locking her legs around me tighter, her expression turns heated again. “I like the sound of that. Your dragon is whispering that you can do that at least three more times before resting.”
I bark out a hoarse laugh as my hand slips up to grasp the back of her head. She stretches her neck, exposing the soft column of her throat. It’s a submissive pose that thrills both my dragon and I. “He’s got a big mouth, but he’s not wrong.” Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, I feel myself get hard inside her again.
His eyes get perfectly round with surprise. Trying not to appear smug and probably failing miserably, I flex my hips. “If you want another ride, you have to pay the fare.”
When her lips find mine, I’m glad to be a dragon warrior in the prime of his life. It means I can look forward to my beautiful brooder riding my cock for many years to come. We know bliss again and this time my inner dragon and I are on the same page. The one where nefarious raiders enjoy their undeserved happily ever after, while their younglings flint about playing childish games with one another. I can see it all in mind’s eye and it warms me all the way down to my bones.
Epilogue Matilda
Ten Years Later
I have the worst life imaginable for a young Drakon. People roll their eyes when I tell them all about it, but it’s true. They don’t understand how tough it is to be trapped on my parent’s ship, watching all the action from the sidelines when I’m ready to claim my share of the fortune and glory.
My parents get to roam the galaxy exploring to their heart’s content. Their life is filled with one thrilling adventure after another. They’ve battled it out with every species they come across, proving their superiority in every conceivable way. And me? I’m sitting on the sidelines, watching them fill their strongholds with unimaginable riches.
Sure, I’ll admit that I’m dripping in rare gemstones and my father has worked with me to establish a collection of weapons second only to his own. My quarters are overflowing with the things most of my peers can only dream about. The problem is they were all gifts, taken in battle by real warriors. There is one undeniable truth among our people. If someone gives you a gemstone, it’s worth the going rate of the gemstone and nothing more. However, if you kick their ass and take the gemstone, it’s a war trophy, and that makes it priceless and worthy of a real collection.
The cold hard fact is, none of the rare and beautiful items decorating my personal space matter in the real world. I’m a Drakon with no collection of my own and it really sucks. My fondest dreams are the ones where I cast aside my richly embroidered cloak, shuck all my worldly possessions and strike out on my own with only my trusty dagger at my side. Carving out my own destiny is my one and only goal and I’m chomping at the bit to slip away from my parents and enjoy some real freedom.
Uncle Lehar says I need to learn patience. He’s told me all the stories about how my sire rescued my mother from a derelict and they fought off the Pax Alliance to keep her from being enslaved again. I have to admit those are some hilarious stories. Our healer even told me about how my scaly old sire though he’d contracted some bizarre alien virus, but it just turned out to be love. Old people are not very smart. Who cares about love anyway?
Glancing over my shoulder, I see my tiny human mother sitting in his lap yet again. She’s playing with his long black hair and they’re having an absurd conversation about having wings grafted onto her body so they can fly together. Even I can manage some empathy toward beings without wings, but they have to know that medical technology has not advanced to that point yet. Suddenly, a scary thought pops into my mind. The insectoids are fairly advanced. I sure hope they are not considering letting them put my mother under the knife. That would be pure insanity.
Then again, they’re both out of their minds most of the time. I’ve seen them get distracted halfway through a mission and disappear just when the battle was heating up. It’s a good thing Uncle Lehar has his head screwed on straight or we’d never get a good pillage on. He’s the only one around this blasted place that makes any sense at all.
I really should visit Uncle Lehar’s
