Chapter Three

Izora

"Izora?" It was Castor's voice that flooded over the other line, not Teddy's.

"I'm fine, Cas," I said before he could ask too many questions.

"Sunny's whooping and hooting about you meeting your true-mate."

"Affirmative," I nodded, struggling to keep my voice level because Nycto still hadn't let go of my dick as he if held onto it for safe keeping.

"Who have you responded to? Someone who was out there for the mushies?" Castor asked, his voice growing deep with concern.

I let out a long breath, wishing there had been room for a therapist aboard the Medwin 2 when we left Earthide. The captain and his cousin both needed one, but this wasn't the time to bring that up again.

"His name is Nycto," I smiled, because I couldn't say his name without doing so. "He's a wildling."

"Oh!" Castor said.

"We're not taking questions about that at this time, captain," I said before he could get there.

Nycto tightened his fist around me and ran it the length of my dick. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. A second later a smoke ring drifted out of my nose showing that my dragon was just as hot under the collar as I was. Well, would've been if I wasn't scale ass naked.

"I understand. We'll have to discuss it at some point," he said.

"And why is that?" I asked, already feeling protective of Nycto's privacy. "If a dragon moves to the middle of nowhere to be left alone, shouldn't that just happen?"

Castor let out a long, slow sigh. He wasn't happy with the turn of events, but he'd have to live with it. If Nycto wanted to answer questions, he would, but I wasn't about to turn my mate into someone's social studies research project.

"Are you going to come back?" Castor asked. "Not right this second, but eventually?"

"I will. I'll be back to check on the egg and the baby," I nodded.

"Yours?" Nycto mouth at me and I shook my head.

"Thank you, Izora. Don't scare us like that again."

"Apologies for the missed calls, captain, but my phone will be off for the foreseeable future. I'll be available for medical emergencies over the flight link."

Castor was silent for a long second. He wasn't usually an unreasonable man but having a new baby to watch over left him a bit sleep deprived and a lot worried. His mood would level out in a few months when Baby Caxlin started to sleep through the night.

"No need for apologies, Iz," Castor sighed, dropping his captain's voice for his regular one. "Are you and Nycto somewhere safe?"

"We're at his house," I assured him. "Sorry for making you worry. You know how it is when it all starts happening."

"I do," Castor said, and I could almost hear him blush from thinking about meeting his true-mate, Axlin, at a strip club in Starscale 1's purple district. "Congratulations, Iz. Just be careful out there, okay?"

"Thank you and, of course," I nodded. "Take care of that baby for me."

"Always," Castor said and ended the call.

"Is he okay?" Nycto asked when I laid down the phone.

I nodded and squeezed my eyes shut to refind my focus. It was hard to think in a straight line while we were both scale ass naked and his fingers were stroking my cock. Still, I didn't want him to stop.

"New baby," I grunted out the words. "You might remember him. He's the one who met his true-mate at that strip club."

"OH! Yeah!" Nycto nodded, tightening his grip on me with each movement of his head.

I hissed out a long, sharp breath, but he didn't let up. Instead, he pushed my legs aside until they were stretched out in front of me, but open enough for him to stretch out between them.

"I'm finally going to taste you," he said as his warm breath danced over the head of my cock.

His otter-dog peeked out from around the corner and Nycto shooed him off with the wave of a hand.

"Waj is nosey, but he's my buddy," he shrugged and turned his attention back to how hard and throbbing I was inside his clenched fist.

A fresh spiral of pleasure wound itself around my dick as he leaned his head down again. My nails found the stone floor and scraped against it. At least I wasn't about to rip up a good carpet or something more difficult to replace. He kissed my dick with closed, puckered lips. They were soft – even softer than they had been pressed against my own. His tongue flickered out of his mouth to tease me. The pleasure zapped my brain and I almost pulled away, but Nycto had a death grip on one of my thighs with his free hand.

"Stay," he said and Waj peeked around the corner again.

"Go play with your toys, Waj!" Nycto laughed. "I was telling Izora to stay, not you."

The otter dog waddled away looking and smelling more confused than ever.

"You," he nodded at me, "stay still."

"Yes, sir," I laughed but the sound died in my throat as he kissed the head of my dick again.

Nycto's tongue lapped at me, licking away a drop of precum all his squeezing and stroking had coaxed from my dick. He purred over my dick as his dragon remembered his manners. Inner beasts were always tricky. They had their own inner drives and instincts, and they didn't always agree with what we wanted or needed to do. Thankfully, Nycto's dragon had calmed down now that we were alone and skin to skin.

Nycto traced the head of my cock over and over with his warm, moist tongue as he stroked me. I bucked up, driving myself through the soft, fleshy tunnel of his fist. He gripped my thigh, not letting me budge an inch away from him. His nails dug in, piercing crimson crescents into my flesh to mark me as his territory. Still, even the pain felt like pleasure at the hands of my new mate. I leaned back on my elbows, breathing hard and fast, as his glorious mouth finally slipped properly over my dick. I gave in and lost myself to his mouth. I couldn't look away from how beautiful he was even with his mouth so full of me. His eyes drifted closed as his speed picked up.

Nycto's hand slid from my shaft and turned its attention to my balls. He held them – thankfully – not as tightly as he held my dick and the pressure built inside me. Everything was fire and his warm mouth. Thunder rattled the walls and shook the windows or maybe that was my heart pounding behind my ribs. I couldn't be sure as my balls drew up tight to my body, heavy with the urgent need for release.

My hips came up again and again to meet my mate's warm, hungry mouth. His lips pressed tight against me, followed by his tongue. My nails dug into a new spot on the floor and the concrete crumbled under my fingers as I came into his welcoming mouth. Nycto drank down my pleasure and didn't let go of me until there wasn't a drop of it left.

"Is he happy now?" I arched a brow and wiped a drop of cum off his lip when Nycto came up for air.

"Getting there," Nycto said, a bit breathless and a whole lot needy.

"I have something to try for him," I said, stealing a kiss before moving Nycto into position.

I had him up on his knees with his elbows resting on the bottom of his slide. I'd seen a lot of stuff in my days but would've never imagined a nest that led down into a house. Then again, I went into a STEM profession because my parents always told me I lacked imagination. Hopefully, Nycto didn't think the same thing.

It was hard to think about the past with his naked ass up in the air. My breath caught up in my throat and I let it out in a sigh. Everything about him already drove me wild and a bit out of my mind. The magic of the true-mate response now had us firmly in its grasp and I didn't want it to let go of us any time soon.

I ran my fingers from the nape of his neck down the curve of his spine to the round globes of his ass. He let out a long, slow sigh as I petted and caressed him. Slick arousal already sat in a glistening pool around his omegahole. His scent filled the whole house. I hadn't seen beyond the entryway yet, but I didn't need to. He dwelled here. Called it home. We'd claimed each other here. Frost damn it! I might never go back. Polite society never gave me anything besides a hard time and a year of night terrors after the war ended.

I grazed my nails down his back, following the trail my fingers made on the last pass over his almost-smooth skin. Chocolate scales marked him here and there on each side of his spine. I drew zigzags between them as I worked my way lower. The scales came more often and flourished in small clusters the closer I moved to the base of his spine.

"For egg protection," my dragon murmured into my thoughts.

Perhaps he was right. Maybe he was wrong. I didn't know for certain. It wasn't something I saw a lot of on Earthside, but I didn't need science to tell me he was fucking beautiful and mine. I licked around those scales clustered together on his skin. He tasted like metal and rain and with each lick of him my dragon breathed harder sucking in his scent. My inner beast couldn't get enough of him. Hell, I wanted more, and he was right there waiting for me to have my way with him.

I kissed up his spine and back down it. Then I moved down his skin again. This time I traced around the scales with the tip of my tongue. Nycto let out a long, happy sigh. His muscles relaxed and he rested his forehead on his hands as my attention turned to the glistening pool of arousal awaiting my affection. I kissed over his ass cheeks, each one in turn. He pushed back against my mouth, wanting and needing more. I bit him and he hissed, pressing back harder. His nails dug into the smooth, shiny stone of the slide and he murmured under his breath about making me polish it flat later. If that was the price of tasting my mate, I'd gladly pay it.

Sinking lower on my knees, I licked around his omegahole, lapping up his sweet arousal. He ground back against me, pushing himself around my face until my tongue licked where he desired my affections the most. I held onto his well-muscled hips to hold him in place so that I could attempt to concentrate. I licked down to his balls, teasing the textured skin of his scrotum before licking back up to find he'd dribbled out more slickness. I swallowed a groan. He was so fucking slick. Slick enough that my hard again dick could slide into him, but I wanted to make him cum first. There was something we needed to talk about before we went all the way, only I couldn't remember what it was. My dragon wasn't any help at all on that front. He only urged me forward, craving the claiming vows that would connect him with the dragon inside Nycto.

I lost myself again. This time to his pleasure. He ground and squirmed while murmuring words in a language I didn't quite know all the words to. His nails found the slide again and again. I reached between his thighs, sliding my arm past his ropey muscles, until I had his hard dick firmly in my grasp. He groaned and then roared as I squeezed him tight before starting to stroke his hard dick.

He slammed his palms against the slide as thunder cracked over our heads outside. We both glanced up at the trapdoor, hoping it wouldn't break and allow the rain in on our heads. Mercifully, it held. Even if it had broken, neither of us were in a state to do much about it and I didn't think Waj was very good with humanoid tools.

Nycto shuddered under my mouth as I lapped up more of his seemingly endless arousal. The lights over our heads flickered. Most of the houses on Starscale 1 used crystal magic in place of electricity. Later, I'd ask him about the flickering, but my mouth and tongue were too busy driving him crazy to stop and bother with that just now. He came hard and fast, making a mess in my hand. The thunder cracked over our heads again, but it didn't matter. Nothing outside the house mattered. Fuck. It might not ever matter again.

Nycto rested his forehead against the shiny stone of the slide and panted out his post-orgasm pleasure. I leaned over him and kissed up and down the back of his neck, eager to stay in contact with him and to draw out this moment into our own private eternity. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. My hard dick pressed against him, but I wasn't in any hurry.

"He's – he's pretty happy now," Nycto laughed.

The sound came out in breathy pants and I kissed the back of his neck again. Something round and cool bumped against my knee and I startled, only to see Waj rolling apples across the floor as if he were our master and we his humping pet humans. Nycto groped around blindly without raising his head until his fingers found one of the purple Starscale apples. They called them purple, but if you asked me, they were more maroon than purple, as if even moving across the galaxy couldn't rob them of their natural red pigments.

"Eat," Nycto grunted before biting into one of the apples.

I wasn't hungry yet, but fruit was a decent form of hydration. So, I followed my mate's lead and ate one of the apples the otter-dog rolled into the entryway.

"What is he?" I asked between bites.

"Waj," Nycto shrugged.

"That's what you call him, but what species is he?" I asked.

"A dotter."

"Tell me that's not because he's a cross between a dog and an otter," I laughed, leaning down to lick up a drop of apple juice that landed on his back.

"He's not," Nycto shook his head. "Something like that would've had to happen a long time ago. His parents were both dotters too. He was the runt. I saved him when a duck tried to eat him. He's mine now. Well, he thinks I'm his."

"He is feeding us," I laughed.

"He likes to share his food and he hates to be left out."

"Well, this is a dance for two – two dragons at that."

"Oh! He knows this dance! He goes off every winter and makes his rounds of making little dotters. Then he comes home when he wants to," Nycto shrugged. "I don't own him like you make it sound."

"Well, most people keep their pets at home."

"Do I really act like most people to you?" he asked, glancing at me over his shoulder.

"No, you don't, mate," I conceded.

He twisted around so that he was out from under me and sitting on the edge of the slide. I sank onto my ass and grabbed another apple to hand him. He took it with a smile and bit into it, flashing me white fangs. I hadn't seen other Starscales with those while in human form, but didn't ask if it were a wildling thing. It didn't matter if it was or not, because it was a Nycto thing and there was not anything about him I didn't like.

"Why did you run in such small places when we played chase?" he asked, leaning back against the slide to rest.

"Because I couldn't smell you and thought you wanted to eat me and Waj," I laughed.

"You thought I was going to eat you and you still grabbed him up to save him?" Nycto smirked.

"Well, yeah. We had a moment out there. I didn't want him to be your dinner."

"Even the wilds don't eat dotters. Some of them make friends with them. They're kind and generous unless you piss them off. They'll bring fish and stuff to nesting mates while they keep the eggs sat on. They're also good for getting bugs out from under scales too. They have these really long claws when they want to."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said, raking my eyes over his body.

"Do you want to see the nest before we exchange brains?" he asked.

That wasn't the way most folks described the claiming vows but I let it go.

"Weren't we just in your nest, mate?"

"That's a top nest. If I were a wild it would be my only one, but I have one down here too. Another on a cliff not too far from here. A few others in secret spots in case I want a nap. The one in here will be for our eggs, though. I hatched in a cliffside cave. It was nice to come out into the dark away from the blazing ball of fire in the sky."

"Are we in a cave now?" I asked him.

"Not really. Well, sort of. It's hard to explain. These walls are caves," he pointed around the entryway wall behind the slide. Some of the others are too. Sort of. They belong to the side of the mountain anyway, but I built up around them to have more rooms. It's still a work in progress. Unless I'm trying to knock down a mountain or something, the councils all leave me alone. I have a birthright to be out here with my wild brethren. You do too now. Well, you have the mate rights, not the birthrights. Our kids will have the birthrights, though. You should also know that my mother always lays at least two eggs. Sometimes as many as six."

"Six?" I asked.

"What? Wild dragons don't do that on Earthside?"

"Most wild dragons back home wouldn't let anyone into their nests to count their eggs," I chuckled.

"Well, I wouldn't advise you to try that here either. I know them. I'm their neighbor and related to a lot of them, but they don't know you yet."

"Yet. I like the sound of it every time you say that word."

"What? Do I say it weird or something?" He arched a brow and ran a hand through his hair.

"No," I shook my head. "Yet – means something will happen."

"Oh, that," he laughed. "We have a lot of yets then. Come on! We can eat more apples later! You should see the nest before the magic comes back."

"Comes back? I don't think it's left," I laughed and let him pull me up to my feet.

"It comes in waves. Magic always comes in waves. We set off the crystals in here too. Didn't you notice or were you too busy eating me?"

I blushed. I didn't think I was capable of blushing after everything I saw, witnessed, and corrected as a doctor back on Earthside, but apparently, I was.

Chapter Four

Nycto

"I like it when you're all flustered, but did you see the crystals flicker?" I asked Izora as we headed down the hallway.

"I did," he nodded.

"That was us. They absorb extra magic to keep everything going. Our mating response magic almost murdered them. They drew some of it into themselves, but it'll build back up again. All magic always does and when we finally mate I don't want to rub my knee scales off on the stones. So, the nest it is. Plus, you should know I build excellent nests. I don't even need one of those stupid packs to do it."

"Are they stupid if they cover a skill gap?" Izora asked. "Would you rather have broken eggs everywhere? I wouldn't."

I rolled my eyes. He was such a townie. It was sorta cute. Okay, it was sexy on him, but that was only because it was my eggs he'd guard in the future. We could've talked about the townies' lack of nest building skills all day and night, but I let it go. There were more important things on the horizon. I sniffed the air to double-check that my mate didn't take personal offense. He hadn't, but my head swam with his scent and I stumbled over a step. Izora took my hand in his, entwined our fingers, and kissed the back of it.

The warmth of his lips spread down my hand and arm and then over my whole body. My dragon roared inside of me and the magic was again tugging at me from right behind my navel. I pushed Izora back against the wall and he grunted as I claimed his lips in a hard kiss. This time I plunged my tongue into his waiting mouth, licking and twirling. I leaned my body against his so that he couldn't get away even if he wanted to. He kissed back, hard. His teeth scraped against my lower lip, and I tasted blood. Everything inside me stood on edge. Despite cumming not so long ago, I was hard and slick and needed him all over again. We might never make it to the nest at this rate. Then again, being lost in a romping labyrinth with my newly met mate didn't sound like the worst certain doom a dragon could encounter.

"You're hot to the touch," Izora whispered.

"You did that. You jump started the magic," I said and kissed him again.

I spotted the raised, taut skin covering his claiming gland out of the corner of my eye and almost claimed him right then and there – romping or no romping – to satisfy my dragon's need.

"Nest?" Izora asked, his voice laced with husky need.

"That way," I said, jerking my head in that direction.

"Off we go," Izora said, lifting me over his shoulder.

"I could get used to this," I laughed. "It's a nice view from back here." I patted his ass.

By scent or instinct, Izora navigated that ‘cave' part of my home with little guidance from me. He slid down the dark, narrow passageway that led to the nesting room without banging either of our heads on the wall. The nesting room was lit with tiny orange and purple gems and crystals that I pressed into the walls one-by-one when I was first designing my home.

Izora kept his arm around my legs to hold me in place while he took in the nest room. There was no big overhead lighting, but with the glowing rocks everything was lit up the perfect amount. I couldn't see the nest that was in the furthest corner of the room as he took it in, but I knew its every piece and part by heart. I was the one who put it together, after all.

"Blankets or giant leaves?" Izora asked.

"I used both."

"Won't the leaves rot?"

"Not down here. Not with the way I did it," I shook my head. "Too much magic in here for them to rot away. We'll have to change them out and wash the blankets and other reusables between clutches, but they won't die of natural decay."

"It's big."

"Well, yeah. I'm a dragon. You're a dragon. We can't sit around in flesh form all the time."

"It's as large as some studio apartments back in London."

"What's a studio?"

"A small apartment where it's one room for everything except the bathroom. Bathroom's usually tiny too."

"Sounds dreadful."

"Eh, it worked for me well enough while I was in uni."

"Why would they make students live like that?"

"Who knows?" Izora laughed and stepped toward the nest.

"Wait!" I said, trying and failing to squirm out of his grasp.

"Did you booby trap it?" Izora laughed.

"No, but that is a good idea, huh? You need to wash your feet before you get in. I do too."

"Where's the bathroom, mate?" Izora sighed.

"Turn around, please," I said and slapped his ass on the left side because that was the direction I wanted him to turn towards.

A shower head hung from the wall there to make it easy to clean up before getting into the nest. Dragon hatchlings were hardy, but one shouldn't take unnecessary chances with their unborn children. Without asking questions, he headed across the room and under the shower. The cold water hit right on my ass and I roared and pinched his. He laughed before finally letting me slide onto my own two feet. I kissed him and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth as the water washed down over both of us. I pushed the hidden button between two rocks and the water turned soapy so that we could have a quick wash and rinse.

When the water shut off, I grabbed his hands and tugged him across the room to the nest before he could supercharge the magic again. I really didn't want stone burn on my knees or ass when we finally exchanged our claiming vows. My dragon was only patient enough to give him a few seconds to take in the fact the he could barely see over the edge of the nest before I showed him the place I made to climb up in my human form. I patted his ass, indicating he should go up first. That way, I'd see right away if he misstepped and compromised the nest in any way.

Kudos to him because he managed to find each hold perfectly without putting undue stress on the structure. Once I was sure the nest wall was still structurally sound, I climbed in behind him.

"It's bigger than the swimming pool back at the estate," Izora said, looking around the nest's interior.

I was mostly a tidy dragon. A few apples, books, and pillows were tossed here and there from the last time I slept in this nest, along with a few of Waj's fish plushie toys. He was probably the last one who slept here while I was kidnapped into the sky by my own inner beast.

"It's a very nice nest," Izora said.

"I know," I said and plopped down on my back.

I held my hand out to Izora to join me, but he didn't take my hand right away. Instead, he raked his eyes up and down my body. I spread my legs and tucked my arms behind my head to do the same to him. He was fucking gorgeous – muscles as far as the eye could see, covered in soft hair as if he couldn't make up his mind on whether he wanted to shave or not. I jerked my head for him to join me and this time he accepted the invitation. He stretched out beside me on his side and ran his big, warm hand up and down my chest and belly.

"I'm almost certain you're about to roll your eyes at me," Izora said softly.

"Only if you're about to tell me that you prefer the pack nests to mine," I teased him.

"No, not that. I prefer this one with you inside of it," he said.

"What then?" I asked, putting my hand over his with every intention of taking it to devious places.

"This is an Earthside thing, but you do want eggs, right? I didn't bring any condoms with me, but I have a friend who'd fly them out if we needed them."

I thought about rolling my eyes at him but didn't. I did indeed want eggs and hatchlings, but it was sweet that he actually considered my feelings and my freedom. For the first few years of hatchling rearing freedom was a scarce resource. It was the price we paid to keep them safe, healthy, and not gobbled up by predators.

"I do," I nodded and decided to turn his question around on him. "Do you?"

"I do," he nodded and then added in a whisper, "I haven't told Castor and the others but I'm not going back to Earthside. Not even for a visit. My family has mostly moved on and I want to grow old somewhere without wars. I want to work family medicine again and have the biggest emergency to be something caused by an inner beast egging on someone to do something incredibly git like in their fleshy form. That's what I want."

"Good because eggs take a long time to reach adulthood," I nodded, "and I don't want you to leave."

"Hell, mate," he said and rubbed his forehead against my arm. "I'm not sure I even want to go back to the estate."

"You will," I reassured him. "My dragon thinks he could forgo hunting for a month because you're here now. He cannot and will not, but it's a nice thought, isn't it?"

"It is," he said, kissing my arm. "We could stay right here forever."

"We can try," I nodded and turned on my side to face him. "I'm not against the idea."

Our lips met in a long, slow kiss. I'd witnessed plenty of mates kissing like there was no tomorrow and had a few okay kisses myself during my life, but nothing prepared me for wanting to kiss Izora forever. I ran my hands over his skin wherever I could reach him, wanting to commit every inch of his flesh to my memory. My dragon purred again, and two smoke rings drifted out of my nose. Izora chuckled against my lips and murmured something about my dragon being unhappy again.

"Not unhappy," I shook my head, our lips barely apart enough to allow me to speak. "Impatient. Purring is sorta happy, but very impatient with all the smoke rings. He can wait, though. He's spent so much time in charge of our life that I think it's my turn for a while."

"Good," Izora growled and kissed me again, harder this time.

I lifted my leg over his hip and leaned in closer. He didn't have as many scales as I did in human form. Probably because he hadn't spent as much time in the wild as I had. Would his scales start showing up more as I pulled him into the safe peace of my world where thunder and lightning might chase after dragons, but war never found us?

"Better," I said against his lips because his kisses made everything better.

The storm raged outside, and I buried my face in Izora's shoulder. I rubbed my cheek over his claiming gland. My dragon roared again, but I swallowed down the sound. It morphed into a moan deep inside my throat and he kissed me harder. The magic zipped back and forth between us like we were two lightning rods caught outside in the storm.

Reaching between our bodies, I took his thick, hard dick in my hand and stroked him. I loved the smooth curve of him sliding against my palm. He was thick inside my fingers. Without speaking, I wiggled around until I could slide him between my cheeks. He rocked his hips as I let go of him, coating himself in my thick, slick arousal. I bit my lip and let out a sigh. I'd waited a long time for him to show up. For a while, I wondered if I didn't have a true-mate at all because I was a wildling, but that was bullshit because he was here now rubbing his shaft all over my omegahole.

"Don't make me beg," the word came out closer to a roar than a whimper, but I meant every word of it, nonetheless.

Izora captured my mouth in a hard kiss and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth for a second as his hand slid between our bodies. A second later, the plump head of his dick brushed against my slick omegahole, and I let out a sigh. He let go of my lip and I bit it again, grinding my teeth down against my flesh as he slid inside me. His girth brushed against every nerve it passed over and the air caught in my lungs as my brain wrapped itself around all the new sensations pressing inside me.

"You gotta breathe, mate," he said, his voice deeper than before.

I breathed out and smoke drifted from my nose. I wiped my face and Izora thrust up deeper inside me. A moan drifted over my lips and my nails dug into his arm.

"You okay, mate?" Izora asked.

"Call me that again," I whispered.

"Mate. Mine."

"Again," I said as he slipped further inside me aided by how slick I was from laying close to him.

"Mine," he growled in my ear, and I growled the word back at him.

He pressed his forehead against mine. It was intimate – so intimate that I wondered if it came from when his flight had crescent scales on their foreheads. I leaned in closer, trying to line up our stars, but the position made it damn near impossible. Then I lost myself for a long moment. I wasn't a man or a dragon. I was pleasure incarnate and I was never going to come up for air. Our bodies ground together with him sinking deeper and deeper. The heat built inside me from all the thrusting and grinding between our bodies. I was close – too close since we hadn't exchanged our vows yet.

Leaning over, I licked his claiming gland. We hadn't talked about how we might go about it, but instinct was taking over now. Everything inside me was on fire – gloriously warm and burning bright. I bit him hard, and he cursed under his breath and thrust hard inside my slick body. His memories oozed into my mind as the clear magical fluid inside his gland did the same inside my mouth.

London. The name of his home city swirled through my thoughts. Sounded like it should've been someone's name, but it wasn't a dragon. It was a city. A city of tall buildings and short trees. The dragons there weren't all that tall either. The faces of family and friends drifted through. Most were gone now – war, sickness, old age doors showing up. Then there was fighting and medical school. Not that his stress levels knew the difference between the two. Friends and lovers came and went. Then the stillness of space sank into his very atoms. He spent the whole flight here reading books he always meant to on Earthside but had never gotten around to. There was a depth of loneliness that I wanted to chase away from his soul. He'd lost a lot of people in the war. His childhood home razed to the ground. At least his parents weren't around to see that one. Small fucking mercies. I lost myself in the spirals of his emotions flooding over his spiritual brim as the memories faded away. The clear stuff inside the gland never gave the whole biography, just enough so no one thought they were a nut job for being in love with someone they just laid eyes on.

I was still panting and trying to not think too hard about what a war here might look like.

"No wars here," my dragon panted. "I'll eat them. The whole flight will eat them – townies and us."

My dragon was right, and he was happy – happier than he'd ever been before. Maybe he was just more satisfied than he'd ever been before now that he was with the dragon who dwelt within Izora. I was so lost to his twirling emotions that Izora caught me off guard when he shifted our position slightly, sliding his dick further inside me, and biting me. I dug my nails into him as the fluid fled from my gland now that there was an opening in the taut skin. He licked it up like someone might lick an ice cream cone. I saw what he witnessed. My life wasn't all that interesting. It was pretty normal for a wildling. His eyes lit up over and over with different flight memories flooding into him. I loved being in the sky – rain or shine. I avoided lightning when I could, but sometimes I just had to fly anyway. My parents were there and some of my siblings. Mostly it was the house – every step of the way, I added more and more until it was finally finished and ready for the family I always hoped to have.

"Build it and he will cum," my dragon said, chuckling at his own pun.

Izora and his dragon laughed too as the last of the clear fluid was licked clean from my skin. With our mating link open wide and clear his pleasure squeezed me. He reveled in how my muscles moved against him and how tightly I squeezed him inside me. I lost myself to us – to the fast, deep movements. My nails dug into him. If I wasn't careful, he wasn't going to have any damn skin left for later. Each thrust and rock brought me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Then I was there! We were there!

I came hard between our bodies, pleasure shaking me to my core. Izora tightened his grip on me and with one, two, three more hard thrusts the proof of his passion exploded in warm, sticky streams inside me. We kept moving together until there wasn't a drop left in either of us. Panting, I clung to him. We might be done with our first time, but I wasn't ready to let him go. I'd show him a whole new way to live – one that didn't lead to his friends dropping dead every time someone woke up with a wedgie.

An apple rolled across the floor squeaking and bumping along the way.

"At least he's polite enough not to peek over the ledge," Izora laughed and kissed my forehead.