Drasus

This is no paraxio dream, this is the real thing. A responsive female in my grip, her body limp against me as I give her the enjoyment I know my tongues can give. This time she does not pull away. This time she lets me take her completely.

I never want to stop kissing her.

Only at some point, I have to let her up for air. Coral gasps, her hands clutching at my chest, eyes closed.

"You taste like fire, little flame," I rasp. "And I want more."

Her eyes and mouth open at the same time.

"I won't take no for an answer, not when you want this," I growl.

"You're…you're my patient. I can't…Drasus."

"You belong to me, heartsfire. And you can. I will allow it, and I am the only Sarkarnii who matters."

I dip my head and capture those lips again, the ones which yield perfectly to me, the ones I can plunder like I want to plunder every part of her. She moans softly at our touch as I slide my hands into her hair, the silky strands flowing over my scales as I hold her to me. My hips flip, and I do my best not to react to the spark of pain within me.

The rut is dictating what my body can do. I will not let my injuries do the same. I will enjoy the morsel I'm consuming, and I will take more.

"Aquium," Coral breathes against me.

"Aquium?"

"Drega said you might need to shed?"

I want to both damn Drega for speaking to my mate and kiss him, which given I've been kissing Coral is saying something.

"Yes, I need to shed," I reply.

Coral loops her arm around my waist, her face a deliciously pink hue. We make our way carefully through the passages at the back of the clinic where I get the increasing scent of water.

Not enough to douse the scent of her, but enough to send my rut flying higher. The aquium is where traditionally, Sarkarnii males wooed their females, as the water could provide some respite from their venomous bite if the wooing failed.

I have no intention of failing to woo my Coral correctly. She will be wooed and rutted, mated and claimed. The very thought seems to galvanize my legs to work better and increase the pace.

The aquium within the clinic is not full sized. The fact I only seem to have the strength to shift my tail is probably a good thing. If I attempted to shift all of me in here, I would not fit.

"Small," I growl.

"I think you'll fit," Coral says with a smile.

"I wasn't thinking just me." I gaze at her.

The smile drops.

I shuck off my pants. Thankfully my cock has not emerged from my pouch, even if it has enlarged the surrounding area somewhat.

Then I step backwards into the warm water, disappearing underneath the surface, because although the aquium is not big, it is deep, as it should be.

My flight lungs burn at the need to hold air while I stay down, and the surface ripples dissipate until I can see a beautiful, concerned face staring into the water.

It's then I burst free, and Coral scrambles back, water washing over her.

"Fuck!" she says in her human language, one which doesn't translate through the nano-mites we all have installed. "I was about to come in and get you."

"Were you going to come fully dressed?" I query, folding my arms over the side of the aquium and luxuriating in how the hot water is soothing every ache and pain within me.

Coral looks down at herself. "I'm soaked, you big beast!" she exclaims, flicking her hands out to either side.

"Then you'd better come in and get me," I reply, sinking below the surface again. "Otherwise you'll never catch me."

I hear her human word again and decide it must be a swear. Making this little human come undone will be my life's work, I'm sure. She wants to be in control.

She is not. I am.