Chapter 16

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ZAKARION

She loves me.

My heart soars. It sings. It does loop de loops in the air with wild joy knowing that Sammy loves me as I love her.

I kiss her hair, burying my face in it, squeezing her tight against me. I could simply absorb her into my body to keep her and our hatchling close to me forever. She squeaks as I envelop her completely, dragging her off the doctor’s table and firmly into my lap.

“Sammy,” I murmur, stroking her back and her head and every part of her I can reach. “I think I’ve loved you since the day I saw your face.”

She pulls away enough that she can look up at me, and though her eyes are red and brimming with tears, there’s a broad smile on her perfect, round cheeks.

“But you didn’t even know me!”

I shake my head. “All I had to see was that hope and joy in your eyes and I knew.” I was a goner from the beginning.

Her smile wavers, though .

“But what does that mean... in the long term?” she asks, uncertain. “You may love me now, but what about when I get old, and you don’t?”

I don’t understand the question. “Why would it change?” I ask. When dragons find their heart bond, very little can tear it apart. “I love you for you , Sammy. Even when you’re wrinkled and gray.” I like the idea of that, actually—the two of us getting older, surrounded by our hatchlings. If she truly feels what she says she does, I plan to plant many more of them in her.

“But then... what happens when...” She sniffles again as a fresh wave of tears stream down her face. “When I die? I don’t want to take you with me. I couldn’t do that.”

My heart breaks looking into her sweet, dark eyes. I understand so much more now. Is this why she kept me at arm’s length? Because she feared our future?

“When you die, you will be surrounded by those that love you,” I tell her. I hold her cheeks in my big hands, and brush my snout over the tip of her nose. “My heart will always be filled with you, for all of my days.”

Her gaze softens. “How are you so certain of that?”

“It’s been clear to me for a long time now.” I cradle her belly between us, tracing the shape of it with my index claw. “This hatchling was made from love. I know that in my soul.” I pick up her hand and press it to my chest, where my fire simmers. “And as long as it breathes, there will always be a part of us that lives on, no matter what becomes of us.”

Tears are dribbling down her face, trailing over her plump lips as she smiles back at me.

“That’s a nice way to think of it,” she says, raising one hand to run it down the side of my snout. I lean into her, and the feel of her soft skin against my scales makes my body think other, dirtier things .

Gently I lift her off my lap and place her back on the patient table so my cocks don’t get any funny ideas, which is as good a moment as any for the ob-gyn to return. He brushes some of his long, white hair away from his eyes, and takes in the sight of Sammy’s small hand clasped in mine with a wry grin.

“Would you like me to print this for you so you can take it home?” he asks, gesturing at the picture on the screen.

Sammy’s face lights up. “I would love that!”

I take in the sight of our hatchling again, curled up small in her belly, and squeeze her hand. Soon, everything will be how it should be.

SAMMY

I hang the print up on my refrigerator using some quirky tourist magnets Sarah got for me when she took a road trip to Connecticut. I simply stare at it, tracing the lines around the baby’s shape.

Hot breath tickles the back of my neck, and claws click on the linoleum.

“Ours,” Zak says, resting his huge head on top of mine so we can look at it together. His arms wrap around my waist, bringing me tight against his oh-so-warm body. “We did that, together. And we’ll raise it together, love it together.”

A shiver travels across my body, then I spin around to press myself fully against him. My dragon . He wants to be mine, and I want to be his.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” I whisper to him. I lean back so I can peer up into his face, and his nostrils are flared, steam rising up from them. Standing up on my toes, I take his long snout in my hands and press a kiss to his snout.

“Sammy,” he breathes, his eyes closing. “I want to be wherever you are. I want to take care of you and the hatchling forever.”

This makes me pause and think. I want to be where he is, too—but we live in quite different places.

“What about your house?” I ask. “The one in the city?”

With a miserable sigh, Zak shakes his head. “I had to sell it.”

That just leaves my home, where he’s certainly too tall to live... or his mountain.

I snap my fingers. “All right,” I say with a new sureness in my voice. “Then I should relocate. I’ll keep the house, of course, but maybe until the hatchling is born, I should stay with you?”

I adore how his smile shows off all of his gleaming fangs.

“Of course. Please. I would love that.” This time, he’s the one who kisses me, though his lips don’t have the same dexterity that mine do—it’s more like a gentle nudge on the mouth. “My home is your home. Everything that I have... it’s yours.”

I gape at him. “You don’t mean that. You have more treasure than a king.”

But Zak just shrugs. “What does any of it matter if you can’t share it with someone you love?”

Just the word sends a tingle down my spine, and even further to the valley between my legs. All this mushy stuff is really turning me on. When Zakarion wraps his arms around me, I suggestively rub my butt against his groin. He responds with a grunt, and his movements mimic mine. Soon I feel two objects nudge at my backside, and fuck, all the time apart is catching up to me right now .

I don’t wait to strip off my shirt. Zakarion’s head jerks up at the sight of me—and he bumps his horns right into the ceiling.

“Oh, hell,” he says, rubbing his head. I giggle, grab his hand, and pull him down to the carpet with me in the living room. When my pants are off, I find his cocks have fully emerged from his slit, and already there are twin droplets of pre-come dripping down the front. I lift my ass and bring my knees up to his hips, but Zak stops me.

Instead of fucking me, like I’ve been aching for, his black tongue flicks out from between his teeth like he’s tasting the air. He pulls my legs wide apart, exposing my pussy to the whole living room, and drool pools in his fangs.

“My Sammy,” he whispers, arching his long neck down between my thighs. He brushes his snout over the gentle swell of my belly, letting out a satisfied sigh from deep in his chest. “What a beautiful, wonderful thing we’ve made.”

That tongue darts out again, and he sniffs his way lower until his tongue is snaking around my clit. When I moan, it slips inside me and ventures around until I’m twitching and writhing.

“Zak!” I cry out.

He sits up suddenly, licking his lips. “What? What is it?”

“Please, please fuck me.”

His gaze turns wicked, and he sits up, my juices still dripping from his snout. Zakarion hooks his hands underneath me and pulls my hips towards him, where his cocks are both waiting for me.

“Someday,” he muses, using both knobby heads to brush over my clit, again and again, “I’m going to take you with both of them.”

I could jump for joy. “At the same time?” I ask hopefully.

His long neck curls down toward me, so he’s looking into my eyes. “At the same time. For now, though...” He fits the head of his lower cock into me, so the upper one lands between my legs, over my bush. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”

And he does. Oh, he does, sliding that cock into me farther and farther, spreading me for his swell, burying himself in me up to the hilt where my pussy swallows all of him.

While he fucks me mercilessly, I draw a hand up to his cheek. He slows his pace as his yellow, reptilian eyes focus on me. I tell him everything with that look, every last drop of love I feel, and he returns it just as fiercely.

My dragon.

ZAKARION

My Sammy, her big breasts bouncing underneath me, her swollen belly jiggling with every thrust of my hips—how I love her. Looking into those bright, dark brown eyes of hers, taking in all the unguarded adoration plain on her face...

Oh, hell. I’m done.

My whole body seizes, and I’m muttering apologies as my cocks both swell up. I thrust into Sammy with wild abandon, and she cries out as I shove myself deep, and then, I burst. But I know she’s close, so I grit my teeth and keep driving into her, all while smothering my sensitive upper cock against her clit. My seed is pouring out of her, squelching loudly as I fuck her as hard as I can, pushing through how over-sensitive both my cocks are. As I pound into her over and over, my claws gripping the carpet, her eyes roll back into her head. She screams out, “Zak!”

Then Sammy clamps down hard around me, her mouth wide open. She’s so tight and so slick that stars pop in front of my eyes. Somehow, my whole body tightens up, and I roar as I unleash a second time, tearing the carpet out with my claws. My climax is even bigger than before, a monstrous wave that envelops both of us and drags us out to sea.

I have to hold myself up on my elbows so I don’t crush her, panting as hard as I am. Sammy is gasping with her exertion, too, and eventually her big eyes open again.

She smiles shyly. “Wow. That was amazing.” She slides her hand up my snout to my cheek, and I can’t help nuzzling it in return.

“You are amazing,” I tell her, trying my best to kiss her small lips. It feels so good just to kiss Sammy, and I never realized how much I craved this intimacy with her.

Eventually, I’m able to slip my cocks free, and soon they both retract into my slit once more, vanishing. Sammy grins widely.

“So cool,” she murmurs, then pulls me in close to her. It’s a feeble gesture with how much bigger I am, but I pretend that she’s able to do it, and curl myself around her small body. I place one big hand over the hatchling growing in her belly, and know I’m right where I’m supposed to be.