Chapter 5

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ZAKARION

I never could have imagined just how pretty and sweet my little human truly is, not until now that I’m looking down into her face. She has big, dark eyes with long lashes, deep brown skin, and perfectly full lips. Her mouth is open and slightly round in surprise, revealing all of her shiny white teeth.

I’m already leaking for her. I want to continue observing her, trying out all the different parts of her, but I’m too eager, and my cocks want too badly to be inside her again. Yes, all they want is to slide into her warm, wet sheath and pump her full of me again.

I will attempt many times today to put my hatchling in her. They can knock on the door all they want.

“Hatchling,” she repeats, and then those impossibly long lashes sweep lower over her eyes. “Please, put one in me.”

Her body arches up toward my weeping cocks and instinctually I lower my hips, my legs adjusting where I have my claws wrapped around the rubber edge of the table so I’m much closer to that open space between her legs, the one that’s calling for me. I can’t wait to be inside her again.

I should have spent some time preparing her, but I was too excited once I laid eyes on her. Now my lower cock is nudging between the swollen lips of her cunt, spreading them apart and slathering my seed all over her. With a measure of control, I use my left hand to drag the knobby crown upward, over that little bead under her hood that I know brings her great joy. I make sure to apply my nubs as I drag myself up and down over it, and my woman lets out a hoarse moan.

“Oh, that’s good,” she whimpers, her hands flexing in their bonds. “But...”

“But...?” I prompt, repeating the motion and earning another gasp.

“Fuck me, please.” She pushes her hips forward as much as she can, and my lower cock slips into her slit.

I let out a surprised groan as that cock, much less used to this sort of stimulation, croons its pleasure. Now my upper cock is positioned across her clit, trapped between us.

“Yes!” Just the textured head inside her has her calling out for me already, so I flex my hips, seating myself a measure deeper. “Don’t play with me today,” she says in a surprisingly helpless voice. Those dark brown eyes of hers are so bright as she gazes up at me that I’m utterly entranced. “I’m way too horny.”

I nod quickly. Now that she’s seen me, she’s even more aroused? My ego is instantly aflame, and the scales on my back ruffle with pride. Even smoke pours out of my nose as I reposition my legs again so I can put more power behind my hips.

I know what she’s after. Usually I’m slow to enter her, to let her adjust her to me, but that’s not what she wants today. I will give her what she craves.

With a forceful jerk of my thighs, I drive my cock deep.

“Ah!” She cries out so loud I worry that I’ve hurt her. She’s so unbelievably wet, and squeezing so hard around me, that it’s difficult not to thrust again, but I wait to make sure she’s all right.

My woman frowns at me. “That’s all?” she asks, her mouth curving up at the side. I return her mischievous grin and reel my hips back, then push into her a second time, just up to the halfway point. She’s not ready for my swell yet, but she will be soon.

As I thrust, my upper cock drags over her clit, and she throws her head back. Her moan is deep and throaty, full of her pleasure. Her bow-shaped lips open in a perfect circle as I repeat the motion, this time reaching between us to push my cock down and apply even more friction to her clit.

The sound that bursts out of her surprises even me. Her eyes roll back in her head and her arms spasm in their straps as I thrust in again, giving her the same amount of pressure as before. Her entire body trembles under me, and most perfectly, her pussy clenches tight.

“I think that might just kill me,” she gasps, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes.

“Does that mean you’d like me to do it again?” I ask, moving only slightly inside her with my breaths.

“Yes, you big dragon!”

Against my better judgment, I slam my cock into her, and her whole body shakes. She’s even more open for me today than usual, and I slip in almost up to my swell.

I have to stop there and pause to breathe, because I’m already so close to finishing, and I want to see what she looks like when she meets me at the end .

Bracing myself with one arm and my legs, my free hand wrapped around the base of my upper cock, I pull out and then plunge back in, earning a moan or a cry with every stroke. As I had hoped, her big breasts bounce with every one of my movements, her broad, dark nipples pointed and erect for me. I curl my long neck down until my head is chest-level with her, and her eyes grow wide as I wrap my tongue around one of those perfect nipples.

She squeals . Her whole body arches, straining against her straps as I rut into her again and again, filling up her tiny body and shoving down my second cock to stimulate her even more.

“Are you ready?” I growl to her, bringing my lips up to her cheek, and then her ear. “I’m going to fit all of it inside you, and then I’m really going to fuck you.”

A half-drunk smile crosses her face. “You know I am.”

So I pump harder, squeezing even more of myself into her, and her mouth falls slack. Her body welcomes me, parting for me and then fluttering and trembling around me. I’m so lost to my pleasure that I let go of my upper cock, because I need both hands and both legs to fuck her.

Then she swallows me, up to the narrow point near my slit. I groan as I’m finally fully seated in her, and I’m in awe that she can take all of me. When I peer up into her face, her eyes are closed in bliss.

That’s when I really test the new table for what it can take.

I snap my hips back hard, and then delve into her again, and again, and her cries become screams of pleasure. My balls are aching, and both my cocks are shivering with their need to release, but she’s not there yet. I watch her face carefully as I fuck her even harder, yanking out my cock until it almost slips free, and then pushing it through her soft, swollen cunt, changing my angle as her cries rise and fall. Soon, she’s tightening up blissfully around me, and I can barely hold on for a moment longer, when?—

It hits her. Her whole body goes stiff as a rock, and her tiny channel clamps down tight around me. I let out a ragged moan as I fuck her through it, but I can’t keep it in.

My orgasm erupts out of me like a volcano. “Oh, hell,” I groan, slamming into her, and she ripples again around me, as if she just climaxed again. More of my seed shoots out, one vicious jet after another from both heads, and I’m still pumping inside her, trying to get as much of it deep into her as I can. I even feel flame billowing up in my chest, but I know better than to let that out in here.

Someday soon, my hatchling will grow inside her, and those incredible, wide hips of hers will wrap around it, cradling it until...

“That...” She takes a deep breath. “That was incredible. Holy shit.”

I elongate my neck and then smile down at her, pleased that I can see her face after fucking her senseless. She’s even more beautiful with her hair wild behind her, her cheeks darkened at the apples with exertion. Puddles of my seed cover her chest and belly, and she looks so good covered in it.

I lower my head and nuzzle her with my snout, and she giggles as some of her hair gets tangled in my fangs.

“Thank you,” I tell her, as I gently withdraw my lower cock from her. We’re both dripping, and I clamber off the table, then adjust the lever back to a position that might make her more comfortable.

Sometimes I wish we could do this without it. Would I hurt her if we tried?

“I hope it works this time,” she says as my cocks both slowly start to withdraw into my slit. She gives me a bit of a sad smile. “I bet this is costing you a lot.”

I dislike the process of parting with my hoard, but it’s worth it for this. “I am a dragon,” I say with a shrug. “Don’t worry yourself with it.”

She tilts her head like she’s not sure what that has to do with anything. I run one claw up her throat, to her chin, and tip her face so I can peer into her eyes.

“I am old,” I clarify. “By your standards. I have plenty of wealth. What is the point of having collected it all if not to spend it where it matters most to me?”

She blinks, and then her smile falls a little. I’m not sure what I’ve said.

“Of course,” she says. “Dragons hoard, right?”

I nod, and then a more forced smile returns to her face. “Thank you for today,” she says. “I always enjoy this with you, even though that’s not the purpose.”

I furrow my brow at her words, not certain what they mean. But then the knock comes at the door, telling me my time is over.

“Bye,” she says, with a little wave of her hand, and I leave the room wondering what happened.

SAMMY

For just a split second, I thought that what he meant by ‘what matters most’ was me .

But then I realized, of course it’s not about me. This is about his species and his child. That’s the only reason he’s pouring as much of his hoard into this as he is .

He looked confused as he left, but after today, my heart feels a little wounded. Now that I’ve seen him, looked into his eyes as he slid that amazing cock of his inside me, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again.

That night, instead of looking at pictures online and pleasuring myself, I curl up on the couch and watch an old movie, trying not to get emotional.

Of course I don’t mean anything more to him. He’s my client. I’m offering a service, that’s all. It’s what we both signed up for.

I thought this would be easier, given my history. Besides—it’s just sex. I’ve played the “just sex” game before. So why would this be any different?

The next month drags on as I do more and more pee tests, slowly making my way through the box they gave me. And still, negative.

Negative.

Negative.

At my weekly check-ups, it’s the same thing: not a fetus in sight.

It’s a Friday night and I’m at home alone, drinking orange juice and pretending it’s a screwdriver, when the rain starts. It pelts the house, one of those wild summer thunderstorms, rattling everything with the force of the downpour.

Then some of it starts to stream through my roof.

“Fuck!” I hop off the couch as water dribbles in rivulets from the ceiling, landing on my old carpet. I know I need to replace it, but this is not how I wanted to be forced into it.

Frantically I run outside, grab a bucket, dump it out and carry it back inside to put it under the drizzle—only for another spot to start leaking, too.

By the time the storm is over, I have a mixing bowl, a bucket, and an empty crock pot all catching water and I’m frantically searching the internet for local roofers.

In the morning, I call someone to come take a look.

After he climbs back down the ladder and wipes his hands on his jeans, the roofer lets out a deep sigh. I know what’s coming.

“Your roof’s old,” he says. “You’ll have to replace the whole thing.”

My heart stops cold as he starts drawing me up an estimate. I’m making decent money at DreamTogether, but not enough to cover an expense like this. Politely I pay for his time and wave goodbye as he drives off down the road, all those zeroes flashing in my head.

Just great.

That’s when my phone rings. “This is to confirm your appointment for next Thursday...”

I sigh. At least there’s that. It’s not that I don’t want to see my dragon again—it’s that I’m afraid of how he makes me feel.

I don’t know him at all, not really. I only know that one side of him, the side he shows me in that room, on that table. But now, being face-to-face... this has become dangerous very quickly. I like how filthy he is, and how caring and affectionate he is underneath it. I love his white fangs and reptilian eyes, his long tongue and clawed hands. I adore how his cocks emerge only when he’s horny for me.

But I can’t have him. Not only because of DreamTogether, but because of who we are. I’m human. I’ll live seventy, maybe eighty years. If he’s already been alive for a few centuries, how many more centuries does he have ahead of him? We’re too different.

I could probably back out now. It’s not too late, since I’m not pregnant yet. But I also want him to get his wish. I want him to have his hatchling, to have that future he clearly craves more than anything.

And I need the money, plus some, if I’m going to replace this stupid roof.

So I don’t back out, and on Thursday, I walk into DreamTogether with a new intention not to let myself get attached to the dragon.