Chapter 10

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SAMMY

Oh, wow. Zakarion’s tongue feels like nothing else in the world. It’s long and thick and forked at the tip, and black, too, which sends a shock of surprise through me when he extends the whole thing and brushes it over my clit.

“Mmmm.” My head falls back on the blanket as he does it again, then again. “Right there. That’s amazing.”

Obediently Zakarion continues taunting my clit, circling it and pressing it down and flicking it from side to side. Then he dips down, sampling further into my pussy before returning to his attack. I’m riding higher and higher, heading into the moon high up above us, and I find my hands sliding up the scales of his head to the two horns above it. They’re easy to hold onto, and instinctually I grab them as he works faster and faster with that amazing tongue.

“Yes,” I manage. “Yes, please, Zak.”

He groans when I use the name and eats me harder, until finally I explode. I cry out as it blasts through me, and my hips snap up into his snout. His claws tighten in my flesh, holding me down to earth as I orgasm so hard my vision turns momentarily white.

When I’ve finally opened my eyes again, I find my dragon crouched above me, his two cocks gloriously hard. Just seeing them, imagining what it would be like to take all of him at once, I’m ready for more.

“Zak,” I say, sitting up so I can gently wrap my hands around his lower cock. “Do you think it would be possible at some point to... use both of them?”

He squints and tilts his head. “Both? At the same time?” He gives me an uncertain look, and I think maybe I was an idiot for asking. Of course he doesn’t want to use the other one there .

“Never mind,” I say, flapping a hand. “It’s silly. We’re not here for that.”

He stops me by taking my hand in his, his massive claws dwarfing me. “No, no. It’s not silly at all. I think...” Zak swallows, his long neck bobbing. “...I would like that. Very much.” Then he sighs. “Maybe too much.”

“Too much?” I laugh at him. “It’s sex. You’re supposed to enjoy it.”

“And I do.” He looks very serious. “I enjoy it immensely with you.”

Oh. My smile falls. Now I understand what he’s saying. He doesn’t want to encourage that kind of bonding. It’s antithetical to what we’re doing, and what we agreed on.

“I see.” I pull my thighs closed, which are still sticky with him. “I get it. We won’t do that, then.”

Zak frowns, so I try to distract us by stroking his lower cock, which is full and hard already. He has more to give me, and this is our best chance tonight.

“Why don’t we use this one this time?” I ask, scooting closer. Still fisting him, I rub his upper cock against my belly. Zak lets out a muffled groan, and his huge wings lift up behind him. He nods quickly, and with his gaze intent, focuses on kneeling between my thighs. One of his big claws slips under my hips to lift me, positioning me perfectly for his lower cock to slip inside.

Oh, the sensation of those nubs pressing into me is heaven. I’m still swollen up from my orgasm, but Zak moves slow like he always does, giving me a little before retreating, then offering more while his upper cock drags over my clit.

So I let him, as frustrating as it is to take him slowly. I know it will make it all the more delightful later.

His gaze is riveted on where our bodies are connected. “I much prefer this method of mating to the table at DreamTogether,” he says hoarsely, his reptilian, yellow eyes traveling up to mine. He reaches out with one claw and, more gently than I would think is possible, cups my breast in one of his huge hands. He groans as he settles further inside me, thrusting shallowly a few times to taunt me with his knobbed cock before returning to his place. I’m loosening up, getting wetter and wetter as he continues teasing me, and soon all I want is that massive swell to fit into me.

“Please, Zak,” I say, arching my hips up to take even more of him. His eyelids droop as he seizes one of my legs, rooting me to him.

“You want more?” he asks, a feral grin revealing all of his white fangs.

I nod rapidly, and with a grunt, he gives it to me. That swell pushes in, and I’m so open to him that it squeezes into me, fitting right where it belongs.

“Oh, Sammy.” All of Zakarion’s dominance drains away at once, and his brows tilt in a shy kind of affection. “You’re so beautiful.”

I open my mouth to reply, to tell him just how lovely I find him, but then he fucks that swell in even deeper and I cry out instead. He pins down my arms with one claw and holds my hips up with the other, and starts thrusting with abandon. Every time that wonderful, textured cock slips in and out of me, I crawl closer and closer to that same place up in the clouds where all my pleasure is hidden away.

“Zak!” I scream it as he shoves himself deep inside me, withdrawing only enough that the swell is free, and then pushes me open with it again. Over and over he torments me this way, those intense eyes with the long pupils staring down into me with every furious thrust of his hips. Smoke rises from his nostrils, and the faster he moves, the more of it pours out.

“Sammy,” he growls, now gripping one of my thighs while he uses me like a doll, “I’m going to plant my hatchling in you, tonight. Right now.”

“Please!” I call out to him. “Please, Zak. Fill my belly with your hatchling.”

These must be magic words, because his eyes roll back and he snarls. Then, head tilted up, nose pointed toward the moon... he releases a jet of pure flame into the night sky.

Now, Zakarion is fucking me with a feral intensity that hasn’t emerged before, burying his cock as deep as he can before yanking it back out again. With every single raw thrust, his upper cock pressing into my clit, I’m screaming. Before long, I go roaring over my finish line. He strikes again and again, howling something incomprehensible. Every pump of his cock through me, those nubs rubbing all along me, catapults me higher and higher.

Zakarion lets out another immense bellow of flame, and with a roar, he unleashes. The volume of his come is so immense that it fills me utterly full, so full that I wail and squeeze and he shivers and trembles in return, and there’s a wet sound as it’s expelled from me. Even more of it shoots out of his upper cock, painting my tits and my belly, even landing as far up as my chin.

When Zak has collapsed to his forelegs, holding himself up over me while remaining buried in my pussy, I run my finger through the puddle on my collarbone.

“If that doesn’t work,” I say lightly, chuckling, “I don’t know what will.”

Zak flashes me a smile in return, and I resist the urge to lean up and kiss his snout. He’s perfect, really—the best lover I’ve ever had by miles.

I will genuinely be sad when this works.

ZAKARION

I remain lodged inside Sammy for some time, just enjoying the feel of her even as my cocks start to recede. Finally, I pull free, and they both retreat back into my body.

“That’s so neat,” she says as I help her to her feet. My seed drips down her thighs in an extremely lovely way. “I’ll never get tired of how cool it is.”

I’m proud that she finds me interesting and attractive. It’s as if she truly sees me—my body and what’s inside it.

We spend another hour lying together in the grass, just talking. It’s easy to lose myself in conversation with her.

“How old are you?” she asks. Then she bites her lip. “Sorry if that was an insensitive question.”

I shake my head. “Not at all. Nearly three hundred, in another two years.”

“So you’ve been around for every major modern event?” She strokes her chin thoughtfully. My tail has wrapped itself around her ankle of its own accord, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

“It depends on what you mean by ‘modern,’ but for the most part, yes. That doesn’t mean much, though. I have spent most of my life at my mountain. Dragons generally do not participate in the world’s activities.”

She nods in understanding. “You keep to yourselves.”

“Yes. Though we will venture out in times of peace to explore, to discover new things.” I sigh. “I only went on one tour myself. Typically, dragons go on a tour to visit their kinfolk around the world, during which time we would seek out partners. But all the dragons my parents knew were dead, so I had no one to visit.”

Sammy’s mouth tilts down on both sides. “What? All dead? Oh, Zak. That’s terrible.”

I wistfully shake my head. “It is how it is. Luckily, since then I have had a chance to connect with others, thanks to the internet.” I laugh. “One of those modern conveniences I have come to appreciate.”

Next to me, I sense Sammy shivering. She is naked out here, after all, so I pull her in closer to my chest, where I make my fire.

“Oh, wow!” Her eyes fly wide. “You’re so warm!”

I chuckle. “I am a dragon.”

She smiles brightly as she curls in tighter, and her eyes close in pleasure. “That’s so nice. My personal heater.” As I laugh again, she giggles. “Your whole body rumbles when you do that,” she says.

It’s when I pull a curl away from her face and try to tuck it behind her ear, but it springs free, that I realize I love her.

Reflexively, I release her, and all my muscles tense. I’m not supposed to feel this way, certainly about a human I barely know. But the sensation of it is so powerful, I know the truth immediately.

Sammy furrows her brow. “Are you okay, Zak?” she asks.

“I...” I don’t know what to say. She was very clear with me about the terms of this. I have to nip this in the bud, so my feelings can’t grow any stronger. Cuddling with her in her front yard will not help towards that end. “I should go,” I finally tell her.

All the joy falls from Sammy’s face. “Oh.” Her eyes drop down to the ground. “Okay. Yeah. I guess that’s good.”

She gets up quickly and puts her clothes back on. It’s clear that I’ve hurt her, which is not what I wanted to do. I’m only trying to respect her wishes and her boundaries, and now I wish I could take those words back.

I rise up onto two feet and set a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Sammy.”

When she turns around, she has that familiar bright, fake smile on her face. “I understand. This is the right thing to do. Thank you for showing me such a nice time tonight.”

Her mask is back on. My cocks shrivel inside me.

“O-of course,” I say, hesitant. “I could say the same for you.”

“I’ll call you when I take a test next week, okay?” Her voice is cheery, and strangely hard.

I nod slowly, then turn away. “All right,” I agree. If she has put on her professional face, then there is little more for us to say.

Without a further goodbye—I don’t want to drive the knife even deeper into my own chest—I extend my wings and flap, taking off into the sky.

But leaving her feels heavy, and I wish I hadn’t said anything at all.

I fly home slowly, making lazy circles through the air, trying to remember how wonderful it was to make love to Sammy and not how miserable it feels now.

Already, I miss her. I hated seeing that fake smile on her face, the one that doesn’t reach her eyes, and wish that we could go back to lying on the blanket, talking about our lives.

I try to remember that we’ve been very intimate as a part of this process, and how I feel about her is driven by an instinctual need to bond. It’s not real. She’s human, small, and fragile. She wants a human partner someday, maybe children to play on those ancient swings.

I am not the fulfillment she’s looking for, and she’s not that for me, either. She will only live another sixty, perhaps seventy years, while I would go on for many more centuries after that.

Or worse, I would follow her into the darkness beyond as my father followed my mother, leaving our hatchlings alone as I was.

When I return to my house in the city, I don’t keep up with my eating, choosing instead to sleep as a means of passing the time. A week goes by in a flash, even though my stomach is grumbling whenever I open my eyes. I think it’s a Friday when my phone rings.

It’s Sammy.

I answer quickly. “Hi, how are you?”

She hesitates before answering. “I’m fine, thank you!” she says, with that fake sunny tone. “Bad news, though. Negative.”

I sigh. Perhaps this is truly all a pointless effort.

“But I’ll test again next week, and if it’s still negative, we can meet up on the full moon again!” She sounds so optimistic.

“Sammy,” I begin. We should stop doing this, before my feelings for her grow even more. If we haven’t succeeded yet, surely it wasn’t meant to be.

“Perhaps we should try somewhere else,” she barrels on. “You said the other dragons who conceived were able to do it at home? That might be the answer.”

I bite back what I was about to say, that we should quit now and give up. She’s right. “I suppose we could do it at my house,” I say. I could bring her into my big nest of pillows when I put one of my cocks in her. She would probably like that.

“Is that where you live? A house?” She hums. “Is that where your hoard is?”

“No, that’s at my mountain.” The mountain is my true home, really. “It’s far away.”

“And how long have you lived there?”

I wonder where she’s going with this. “All my life,” I say cautiously. “I was born there.”

“Ding ding ding!” she cries into the phone, and I have to pull it away from the side of my head to protect my hearing. “That’s the place we’re supposed to do it, Zak! Obviously!”

“Obviously?” I ask, perplexed.

“Duh! That’s your home . It’s where you’re likely to be most comfortable, with ideal temperature and humidity. If your parents were able to reproduce there, then you should be able to, as well.”

“Oh,” I say stupidly. She has a very valid point.

Sammy squeals. “I think we solved it! If we have sex at your mountain, under the full moon, I bet it’ll work.”

I can’t believe the thought never even crossed my mind. I’ve been too distracted by my emotions lately. But if she comes to my mountain, she’ll see my hoard—everything my ancestors have collected over the years. My most intimate place.

My heart stutters at the idea of what it would mean to me to share that with her, to show her my history.

“When is the next full moon?” I ask.

“Three weeks.”

Damn. That’s a long way off, and I can’t think of an excuse to see her before then, so instead I say, “Shall we meet then?”

“Yes, of course! Where is it? Should I drive?”

I snort into the phone, which causes the screen to fog up from the steam. “No, no. I’ll carry you there. No car can reach my mountain.”

She giggles. “Sounds cool. Okay. Then I’ll see you in three weeks.”

I nod vigorously. “See you in three weeks.”