7. Keldor

As our bodiesjoined in a frenzied dance of scorching need and primal hunger, I could scarcely draw breath - could scarcely think beyond the blissful maelstrom of sensations crashing over me in relentless waves. The female”s softness, her intoxicating scent and taste, the breathy whimpers of rapture torn from her lips with each rock of my hips...it was utter perfection unlike anything I had ever dared to dream.

How was it possible that this delicate creature from a world so distant could fit against me with such sublime precision? As if the universe itself had crafted her lush curves to be cradled by my own hard planes and angles? Each velvet caress of her fingers along my scales raised frissons of searing ecstasy, every brush of her lips like a scorching brand etched into my very essence.

I drank in every nuance as if parched for the sweetest ambrosia - the fluttering of her lashes, the becoming flush staining her cheeks, the sensual arch of her back as she strained against me. My talons traced reverent paths along the feminine swell of her hips, the gentle flare of her waist, committing every inch of her exquisite form to memory with fervent devotion.

This was my destiny, I realized in a breathtaking rush of cosmic certainty. This female, this passionate, infuriatingly enigmatic creature, was the key to unlocking my full potential as a Dragorian warrior. She was my anislah, my fated other half, the missing piece that would make me whole in a way I had never even conceived possible until her presence awoke the primal yearnings lying dormant within me.

A low, rumbling purr vibrated deep in my chest as I nuzzled the graceful column of her throat, inhaling the sweet floral fragrance of her hair. Mine. She was mine to cherish, to worship, to guard with every ounce of my formidable strength until the cosmos themselves burned to ash. The thought of ever being parted from this female, of her radiant light being extinguished from my world, lanced through me with a physical ache so profound, it stole the breath from my lungs.

Could I truly be so selfish as to keep her for myself?

The sudden, jarring thought sliced through the heated haze of desire, fogging my mind like a blast of arctic air. I went rigid, every muscle in my body locked in a vice of rigid tension as the implications of what I was so close to surrendering to came crashing down in a suffocating deluge.

The female was not Dragonian. She was an alien, a being composed of entirely different cosmic matter and energies than my own. To initiate the sacred anislah bonding with her could have catastrophic, irreversible consequences that I wasn”t even sure I fully comprehended. What if the ritual proved too much for her fragile, mortal form? What if the scorching tempest of my dragonfire consumed her, reducing her to smoldering ashes before the transformation could complete?

I would never forgive myself for such a grievous error. I would lose everything - my reason for existing, my other half, my entire universe all in one fell swipe of reckless self-indulgence.

The female must have sensed the abrupt shift in my demeanor, for she drew back with a concerned furrow marring her brow. ”Keldor? What”s wrong?”

I opened my mouth, intending to give voice to the tumultuous doubts and fears battering my consciousness. To beg her forgiveness and understanding, no matter how agonizing the notion of pushing her away again might be. Anything was preferable to risking her life, her very existence, in pursuit of my own selfish desires.

Then I met her gaze, and all coherent thought scattered like stardust in the wake of a supernova”s detonation. Those eyes, those fathomless pools of mercurial silver and azure, shone with such unguarded yearning, such naked trust and adoration that it disarmed me. I was helpless against their blazing intensity, their searing promise of forever captured in those ethereal, ever-shifting depths.

”Keldor?” she whispered again, her fingertips ghosting along the sharp ridges of my jaw in a tender caress. ”Please, don”t shut me out again. Not when I”ve found where I”m meant to be - who I”m meant to be with. I”m not going anywhere, my dragon prince. I”m yours now and for all the endless, tomorrow”s fate has in store for us.”

And just like that, the fires of doubt flickered and died, smothered beneath the scorching tidal wave of pure, unshakable conviction roaring through my veins.

She was right. We were meant to walk this path together, to face whatever awaited at the end of the cosmic journey side by side, come what may. If the ancestors saw fit to bless me with this remarkable female as my fated mate, who was I to question the divine forces that had interwoven our souls from the first primordial dawn?

I would not fail her. Could not fail her. Not when she had already claimed the missing half of my very being without even realizing the cosmic significance of her conquest.

With a low, rumbling growl of pure masculine possession, I surged against the female once more, claiming her mouth in a searing brand of dominance and absolute need. She whimpered into the heated kiss, her nails scoring delicious furrows along my shoulders as she arched shamelessly into my embrace. There would be no more hesitation, no more doubts to hinder us from claiming the destiny that awaited.

With a flick of my claws, I sliced through the thin fabric covering my beautiful sweetling. It no longer mattered if she had a name or memories of what came before. There was only now. Fabric slipped away as my lips investigated each inch of creamy flesh. My heated breath skimmed over.

With a flick of my claws, the thin cloth covering my beautiful sweetling”s body fell away, baring her to my smoldering gaze. It no longer mattered if she had a name or memories of what came before. There was only this breathtaking moment, this cosmic convergence that had transcended the boundaries of mere worlds or civilizations.

She was mine. My female, my mate, my anislah in every sense that mattered to the primal essence burning within my very marrow.

Fabric slipped away in shimmering rivulets as my lips blazed a scorching path over every exposed inch of creamy flesh. The female keened softly in the back of her throat, her fingers scoring delicious furrows along the ridges of my back as she arched wantonly into my heated explorations. I drank in every breathless whimper, every shameless mewl of rapture as if it were the sweetest of ambrosia, stoking the raging inferno of need searing through my veins.

”Keldor,” she rasped out on a breathy moan as I lavished fervent devotion to the lush swells of her breasts. ”Please, my dragon...I need...”

”What do you need, sweetling?” I rumbled against the throbbing pulse at the hollow of her throat, nuzzling along the elegant column. ”Tell me, and it shall be yours for the taking.”

Her fingers tangled in the thick crest of my hair, nails scraping deliciously over my scalp as she angled me back toward the achingly taut peaks begging for my attentions. ”You,” she whimpered, her eyes pools of molten silver glazed with naked yearning. ”All of you, Keldor. I want to know what it feels like to have you buried so deep inside me, our bodies joined as one across the cosmos themselves.”

A deep, rumbling growl reverberated through my chest at her boldly wanton words. Hooking one arm beneath the lush curve of her hip, I angled the female”s core against the throbbing length of my arousal, letting her feel the scorching heat and thick girth awaiting her welcoming embrace. She cried out at the delicious friction, her nails raking rapturous lines along my shoulders as she undulated against me in a primal rhythm as ancient as the stars themselves.

”Is this what you crave, my daring little mate?” I rasped against the swell of her lips, drinking in her breathless whimpers. ”To have me claim you, mark you, make you mine in every sense until the fires of the cosmos pale beside our joining?”

”Yes!” The word tore from her throat in a desperate sob of longing as she surged against me, her slick folds caressing my engorged length in a searing embrace. ”Make me yours, Keldor! Take me, mark me, bind us together for all eternity!”

Reason, logic, every shred of lingering hesitation or doubt disintegrated in the wake of her fevered pleas. With a low, feral snarl of pure possession, I captured the female”s mouth in a searing brand of dominance as I sheathed myself to the hilt inside her scorching depths in one powerful thrust. She shattered against me with a rapturous keen, her inner walls rippling in velvet waves as she strained to take the entirety of my thick invasion.

There would be no more denying the inevitable cosmic forces that had inexplicably drawn us together across space and time itself. I was hers, just as she was mine - two halves of the same whole reunited, our essences intertwined in an unbreakable, eternal bond.

With every punishing surge of my hips, burying myself to the throbbing hilt inside my female”s velvet depths, I could feel the cosmic inferno blazing brighter within my very essence. The power of the dragonfire, my celestial birthright as the last scion of Dragoria”s noble bloodline, roared through my veins in a torrential rush. It scalded along my nerve endings, searing and transformative, altering my very molecular structure from the inside out.

I threw back my head with a guttural roar, the sound more befitting a feral beast than any civilized being as I surrendered to the inexorable cosmic forces remaking me in their searing image. My jaws unhinged, elongating into a maw lined with wickedly curved fangs that glistened like polished obsidian in the flickering firelight. Smoke billowed from the back of my throat with each ragged exhalation, tendrils of scorching vapor that danced and writhed as if alive.

The female gasped at the sight of my metamorphosis, her eyes going wide with a fleeting instant of fear before the naked hunger I saw reflected in those molten silver depths banished any lingering trepidation. She was utterly fearless in that moment, lost to the primal riptide of cosmic forces binding us together across space and time itself.

”Keldor...” she whimpered in a breathy rasp, arching shamelessly into the next brutal descent of my hips as she strained to take every scorching inch of my thick invasion.

I snarled around the torrent of dragonfire spilling forth, the acrid flames licking along my elongated fangs in a blistering caress. There was no turning back from this point, no chance to abort the inevitable cosmic union barreling down upon us. The dragonfire demanded to be sated, to claim its mate in an unbreakable, eternal brand that would rewrite the female”s very essence.

With a low, guttural growl of pure possession, I surged forward and captured the elegant curve where her shoulder met her throat between my jaws. The female cried out, half in blissful rapture and half in startled surprise as my fangs pierced her fragile flesh in a searing brand of dominance. But that startled cry quickly morphed into a breathless wail of pure ecstasy as the dragonfire found its release, scorching through the fresh wounds in an incandescent torrent.

I could feel the tempest blazing along our joined bodies, reforging the female into something sleek and powerful and transcendent with every lick of those celestial flames. Her back arched in a bow of pure, exquisite rapture, her fingernails scoring lines of molten ecstasy along my shoulders as she thrashed and keened beneath me. The dragonfire had found its mark, its other half, its destined mate - and it would not be denied its divine union across the endless cosmos.

The inferno reached a cataclysmic crescendo as my hips jackhammered in a relentless cadence, each surge burying me deeper into the scorching rapture of my female”s inner depths. She rippled and clenched around my thick invasion in velvet waves, her breathless keen spiraling into a shatteringly blissful scream as her own release crested in time with the dragonfire”s cosmic detonation.

I threw back my head and roared my own climax to the heavens as I reached the precipice, my seed erupting in torrential bursts as the dragonfire found its completion. The celestial power detonated outward in a supernova of pure, incandescent ecstasy, bathing us in its searing, transformative radiance. I could feel the inexorable shift in the female”s essence as it was irrevocably reforged into something sleek and powerful and eternal - a being of pure cosmic energy destined to burn as brightly as Dragoria”s twin suns for all eternity.

When at last the cosmic tempest subsided, I slumped forward with a shuddering groan, every muscle quivering in the aftermath of such a cataclysmic release. The dragonfire had ebbed, for now, leaving only shimmering embers of residual power flickering beneath my scales. But its true work had only just begun.

Slowly, reverently, I nuzzled along the scorched, blistered marks adorning the female”s throat and shoulder - the eternal brand announcing her as my mate to all across the endless cosmos. She whimpered softly at the intimate caress, her fingers carding through the thick strands of my hair as she gazed up at me with eyes that had taken on a haunting, otherworldly glow.

In that moment, basking in the scorching afterglow of our cosmic joining, she was the most breathtakingly beautiful creature I had ever beheld. Not a fragile human female, but a Dragonian goddess born anew amidst the star-fire”s searing baptism.

My mate. My anislah. My everything.

And she was mine for all eternity.