But deep down, I'd always chosen to believe that they were wrong. That true dragons had existed.
Now I had seen them for myself. I was being held in the arms of one, kissed, ravished, practically devoured by the intensity of his desire for me. The strange thrill of it all made me dizzy and light-headed, almost causing me to forget where I was or how I'd gotten here. In that moment, I was just a breathless girl in the presence of a beautiful mythological beast I'd sought out my entire life.
I gave in, my hands sliding over his smooth scales, feeling them overlap and tingle at my touch. He was stiffening against my thigh – and my God, he was huge, his cock quivering and insistent, begging and demanding all at once. I cupped a hand over his crotch, and his lips vibrated gently against mine as he let out a long and lusty moan.
One of his claws hooked through the material of my mining coveralls, its tip barely touching my skin. He was surgically precise with those talons. The work suit was made of a thick material tougher than canvas, but he sliced through it like it was paper, from my collarbone all the way down to my navel. I shrugged it off and stood before him, naked but unafraid.
He lowered himself to his knees slowly before me, his kisses tracing delicate patterns across my breasts and belly before his mouth found my pussy. His forked tongue flicked out, and I gasped as it stroked my inner thighs. Whatever was in his saliva was making my skin tingle fiercely, and I loved it.
I put my hands on him, steadying myself as I draped one leg over his shoulder, keeping the other firmly planted on the floor. Then his lips parted, his long, thin tongue darting inside me to find areas no one had ever reached before. It was muscular, and it pressed against my G spot insistently over and over.
I felt something fluttery explode in the pit of my stomach, like a flock of birds taking flight. I was his captive, his prisoner...could I really be enjoying myself so much? I wanted to believe I was just throwing myself into the act to convince him, but deep down, I knew that wasn't true.
I liked it. I wanted more.
The split end of his tongue withdrew just enough to tickle my clit, rubbing both sides of it at the same time until I thought I might faint with pleasure. Then he stood suddenly in a burst of energy, and for a moment, I was scared – that he suddenly regretted what he'd done, that he was going to hurt me to punish himself for it.
But instead, his arms enfolded me, gently lowering me to the floor on my back. The metal was cold and hard, but strangely, that only turned me on more. He positioned himself on top of me, undoing the latches on his sleek, form-fitting space suit and revealing himself to me. His cock was even larger and thicker than I imagined, with a series of ridges along the shaft – I wondered if he'd even fit inside me, if it would hurt.
Then my legs were splayed, and he was inside of me with a single, powerful motion. I inhaled sharply. It did ache, and at first, I thought he might split me in half. But as his hips began a slow and steady rhythm against mine, I knew I could take it. I had to. I needed to feel every inch of him, piercing me to my core until it seemed like I would burst.
The ridges pushed against my clit with every thrust, and I let out a high, quavering groan that rose into a full-throated scream. I hooked my fingernails against his skin, but his scales were unyielding. I felt the tips of his claws against my flesh and got scared, but instead of digging them into me, he pulled them away, scratching at the metal floor instead.
My climax was a series of hot and savage blasts that reminded me of the mining accidents at the colony, when excavators would accidentally ignite the volatile gases in the tunnels, causing a chain reaction of explosions. A moment later, I felt him gush – an orgasm that was oddly chilled, like a blessed coolant applied to my steamy insides.
Then there was only the silence of the room, echoing with our heavy breathing and humid with our combined musk.
6
Dashel
There are few moments of clarity more thoroughly horrifying than the handful of seconds after an illicit sexual encounter – when the hungry immediacy of lust is gone, replaced with paralyzing realization and remorse in its aftermath.
I was gripped by that same blood-freezing clarity as I withdrew from Natalie.
What had I done?
I was supposed to extract information from her. Not only hadn't I learned anything of value (or anything at all that I hadn't already known), I'd shown unforgivable weakness by succumbing to her feminine wiles. Instead of successfully manipulating her, I'd demonstrated that she was capable of manipulating me.
I felt guilty. What's worse, I felt like a fool.
I stood quickly, re-latching the front of my space suit. Surveying her shredded overalls made me feel even more ashamed. “I'll, er, find you something suitable to wear,” I mumbled.
“Leaving so soon?” she asked. Was there a hint of mocking in her tone? Of course. After all, why wouldn't there be, when she'd played me like a Plekkian silverflute?
“I'll be back,” I replied, trying to sound tough. “And when I am, we'll return to the subject of the mining colonies...and you
