Chapter 17

seventeen

SAMMY

We waste no time in moving forward. We both want the same thing—to sleep together every night, to enjoy each other’s company, to raise our hatchling together—and so that night, we gather up my essentials into a backpack, and fly back together toward Zakarion’s mountain. I hold onto his neck tight as we fly, soaking up his warmth, and he strokes my arm with one clawed hand as he carries us over the mountain range.

When we land, though, I’m surprised to find that his hoard has shrunk dramatically.

“How much have you given away?” I ask, a little horrified to see so much of it gone.

Zakarion shrugs. “I have been making an inventory and providing it to that gryphon from the Department of Antiquities, and they tell me which items have cultural or historical significance.” He wrinkles his nostrils as he picks up a small notebook. “Still don’t like that guy much, though.”

When he hands me the notebook, I open it to find more than just a list. Each page contains a detailed history of some item from Zak’s hoard—which of his family members acquired it, and how long it had been a part of the collection. He’s written what he can about not just each item, but those who loved them. The pages detail how his mother loved art, how his grandfather had an affinity for rubies; all memories of those who have long passed.

“I realized that what was important to me was the connection it gave me to the past,” Zakarion says, looking wistfully at what remains of his hoard. “Not the objects themselves. I will pass this on to my hatchling, so they can know and remember, too. Then the memories will never be lost.”

I pass back the notebook, and he clutches it to his chest before placing it on a stand nearby.

“You’ve done a good thing,” I tell him, stroking his arm. “You’ve changed the world and made it a better place.”

He offers me a sad smile. “I hope so. Though what truly makes everything better is having you here.”

I can’t help but swoon. Suddenly, Zakarion hefts me into his arms, and I squeak and grab him around the neck. His chest rumbles as he chuckles.

“Where are we going?” I ask, my backpack still sitting on the floor.

“To our room,” he says. “Where I’ve been wanting to make love to you since I met you.”

A romantic, my dragon. I bury my face in his warm chest as he carries me down to the room with the curtain, and fulfills his promise of telling me with his body just how much he loves me.

Zakarion painstakingly carries most of my belongings from my house to the mountain, making multiple trips to ferry all of my most important possessions. “I want you to feel at home,” he said when I objected to how much he was bringing with him. “I want you to know that all of this is yours, too.”

I want to say it’s the hormones that makes me tear up when he talks tells me these things, but I know it’s not just that. His heart is so big and so tender, I feel as if I’ve been given a precious gift.

And damn, the view. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over it. In the mornings, Zakarion lights the fire under the kettle for me, and I make decaf coffee in the french press. Then we sit together on the ledge that overlooks the mountain range, fog rising up and dissipating as the morning sun peeks in. On mornings like that, I curl up against Zak’s warm body, and he wraps an arm around me, resting his thumb across my swollen belly.

I love it out here, so far from civilization. The night sky is vast and unmarred, the air silent save for the occasional animal call. I buy groceries every week in the city, but Zakarion hunts a good bulk of our food, which is wonderful when some red, barely-cooked meat is all my body wants right now. I’m getting big and bulky these days, and the hunger grows more ever-present.

He also brought me... a present.

Most of the time we make love in the nest, down inside the mountain, and it’s here that Zak pulls out an unusual purchase: a series of small butt plugs.

“Both at the same time,” I murmur, taking them like a sacred object. He nods rapidly, showing all his fangs when he smiles.

“Both at the same time,” he agrees .

We experiment with them, one at a time, working me up from the smallest to the largest. Zakarion loves to bury one of his cocks in me, the plug worked into my ass while he fucks me, his big hands holding my belly.

At night, when my body starts to feel sore from lugging around a basketball-sized baby, we lie in the hot spring together, me sitting in his lap. He’s assured me that exposing our hatchling to high temperatures is not only good for a young dragon, but essential from time to time for healthy growth.

As we lie there together, his tail wraps around my ankle, and he lowers his head to breathe into my hair. We stay like that until I fall asleep, then Zakarion carries me back to our bed.

One night, after a relaxing hot spring session, I wake up to Zak looking down into my face. He quickly turns away, as if I’ve caught him sneaking a cookie.

“What is it?” I ask, patting his long snout to make sure he’s all right. He huffs.

“Just... watching you.” He strokes my side, down to my stomach, which has been growing faster now. Our latest ultrasounds show even more detail, from the longer neck to the curled-up wings. The doctor ensures me they won’t present a problem during birth, nestled inside its thick sac. It’s halfway between an egg and a placenta, he explained. I just shook my head in wonder.

“Are you watching me sleep?” I ask. “How romantic.”

Zakarion snorts, then leans down to kiss my lips, his big nostrils bumping my nose. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, tangling his claws in my hair as he slides his arm beneath my head. “That’s all that’s on my mind.”

“Not fucking me with both cocks at the same time?” I ask jokingly. But his expression is far more serious .

“That, too.” I notice that his slit has already opened, revealing the two treasures hiding inside. His tender grip on me turns into his claws dragging over my skin, leaving long lines behind. My body sags into his touch, hungry for the feel of him around me, inside me, consuming me. I could get lost in Zakarion easily, and I almost do as he runs his hand down my back, to the cleft of my ass. There, he pushes my cheeks apart.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks, running a knuckle down between them. “Do you think you can take both my cocks, little Sammy?”

I whimper at just the suggestion, my whole body still warm from the hot springs and getting warmer. “Yes,” I tell him, urgently pressing my bottom against his hand. “Please, I’m ready for you.”

“Get on your knees.”

Oh, I love when Zak tells me what to do. Obediently I crawl onto my hands and knees, raising my hips into the air for him. He sucks in a harsh breath as he looks down at me.

“Hell,” he mutters. “I’ve dreamed of this.” He lines himself up behind me, his tail lashing back and forth with anticipation and disrupting our nest of blankets. I’m surprised when I feel the sloped-up tip of his upper cock already slipping into my pussy.

“I need to get it wet first,” he says into my ear, pushing only a fraction of the way inside me, like he always does. I shudder at the suggestion as he tests my depths, inching in farther and farther with each gentle stroke. Soon I’m moaning into the pillows, pushing my hips back to try to take even more of him. He chides me.

“You’ll have it when I say so.” He pushes in deeper, claiming more of me, teasing me with his swell. My body is well-accustomed to his now, and it doesn’t take much for it to slip through. Zak can’t help a groan as he sinks all the way in, up to the narrow base of his cock.

Then, abruptly, he pulls it free, and I gasp at the sudden loss of him. I turn my head to object, only to find him fiddling with a bottle of lube to get the cap open.

It’s so adorable that I giggle as I reach out and pop the lid. Gratefully he takes it back and slathers his hand in it, which he then uses to stroke himself. When all of his rounded nubs are thoroughly glistening, he drags his cock up to the small, puckered hole we’ve been playing with so diligently. He tests it, just pressing in the flared head. Already I feel the bite, the stretch, the feeling that something foreign is invading. Like we practiced, though, I try to breathe deep and relax, letting myself open for him.

Even the biggest one of the plugs isn’t as broad as Zakarion is, and when he presses in farther, I let out a sharp cry. Immediately he reels back, but I grab his arm before he can get too far.

“It’s okay,” I say, panting. I close my eyes and take a few heavy breaths. “More lube. Try again.”

“If you’re certain,” he says, but obediently picks up the bottle, dribbles more lube over both of us, and positions himself once more.

It slides in even deeper, even easier this time, and he stops at the same place he did before.

“More,” I whimper, trying to slow my rapidly-beating heart. “Give me more, please!”

He groans, and pushes in further. Oh, it’s so much, so much I feel like I might burst open and maybe do some lower body functions that I shouldn’t, but it’s also so good . I buck underneath him, and he accidentally slips in deeper.

“Oh, hell, Sammy,” he mutters, pulling out ever-so- slowly and then thrusting back in again, to the same depth. “You feel amazing.”

“You know... what would feel...” I moan as he fills me even fuller in that place that’s only reserved for him. “...really good?”

He sinks in again, and I can feel the swell of him starting to work its way through. But I’m still so tight, so he doesn’t push, and leans forward to rest his head on my shoulder.

“What would that be?” he asks in his bedroom voice.

“If you put... the other one in now.”

Zakarion chuckles, his hot breath tickling my neck. He gently pulls his hips back, so he’s nearly leaving me. Keeping the head of his upper cock inside my ass, he drags the lower one across my clit, up to my needy pussy. It’s wet and hungry for him, and he obliges me by pressing gently inside.

Those two heads lodged in me just about ruins me. My whole body goes tight, and Zak groans.

“I’ve fantasized for so long about this,” he murmurs, stroking my sides, my ass. With admirable restraint, he pushes in very slowly, asking both parts of me to open wide for him.

The volley of sheer sensation that overwhelms me nearly takes me under. I cry out as the pressure of both his thick cocks builds, and when he sinks in just an inch further...

It’s too much. I clench hard around him, and my dragon moans, even though he’s barely halfway sheathed in me. He pumps his hips, bursting through my orgasm, sliding in even deeper with both at the same time. Those twin swells are urging me apart, the nubs stimulating every last inch of me, turning me into what feels like a vortex of time and space.

“You feel incredible,” he says as he gently rocks back and forth, nursing my orgasm and letting me come down at the same time. “I can’t believe how tight you are. How well you fit my cocks. Both of them.” He presses forward, going deeper, and I can feel the nubs on his lower cock rubbing against the nubs on his upper cock through me, and I think it’s impossible to be more obscenely filled than I am now.

And then, he starts to thrust. Slowly at first, in and out in a slow, gentle motion that has me careening towards my finish again. I’m dizzy now, barely holding myself up, as he moves faster, and I think I can’t possibly climax again or I might pass out.

“Zakarion, I love you, I love you so much,” I’m moaning and crying, tears starting to stream down my face as he moves faster, and faster. “Oh, fuck, I can’t, I?—”

His neck curls down and he brushes the back of my head with his nose. “I love you, too, Sammy,” he whispers to me. “My heart and body were both made for you. To please you. To care for you. Now come for me.”

When he meets his finish, roaring like a beast and plunging both his cocks into me, I orgasm so hard that my vision temporarily goes white, and a shockwave travels from my throat all the way to my toes. I scream his name, and he groans like a pained animal, thrusting once, twice more, drawing my pleasure out in front of me like a road that never ends.

At last, I collapse, completely gelatinous. Zakarion very gently withdraws himself, and my ass is so reluctant to let him go that I whine as he pulls free. While I lie there in a puddle, he retrieves a towel and cleans us both off, then slides me across the blankets and pillows into his arms.

While we spoon, his big hand curls underneath my belly. “I can’t wait to meet our hatchling.” His claws drift up my breasts, and he gently lifts one. “And you’ll feed it so well with these.”

I giggle. “Who would have guessed?” Everything feels so absolutely wonderful right now, like liquid starlight, and I close my eyes as I sink even deeper into Zakarion and his perfect, comforting warmth.

“Mmm,” he answers, nuzzling my head. “Miraculous.”

I fall asleep like that, tangled up with my dragon, curled around our baby, right where I was meant to be all along.