Draekon Fever_Exiled to the Prison Planet

by Lili Zander

  “Not yet,” Rorix contradicts. “I want a taste too, Sofia.”

  The two of them switch places—I’m beginning to see the advantages of having two mates—and Rorix dips his head between my legs. He starts slow, seeming to know that my clit is really sensitive, but it’s not long before his pace picks up, and I’m clenching my hands into fists again, dangling on the precipice of another climax.

  I’m a lucky, lucky woman.

  Three orgasms later, I’m sweating, shaking, squirming my hips to get away. My bottom grinds into Rorix’s cock—thick and ready.

  “Please,” I say, grabbing Ferix’s shoulders. “I need you. Inside me.”

  His eyes are hooded as he traces his fingers around my opening. One dips inside, and my whole body squeezes down onto it, desperate to be filled. He pulls out and cups me in his big hand. My sex pulses against his palm.

  I need his cock. I need to be filled.

  “As you wish,” he murmurs, and I realize I’ve spoken aloud. Rorix rearranges me, and Ferix rises to his knees, tugging me forward until my sex touches the tip of his cock. I lock my legs around his hips and press closer, moaning as he enters me. My cheek hits the hard and smooth plane of his pec, and his big hand comes to cradle my head. I smile against his chest.

  “You are not too sore?” he asks, the question a pleasant rumble in my ear.

  “Mmmm,” I answer. The truth is, I am sore—deliciously sore. But I’m not about to tell him. His cock is finally inside me, stretching me to the brim, and I only want more. I hug him tighter and squeeze his sides with my legs. “Take me. Please.”

  He smiles in reply. Instead of laying me down and pounding away, he lies back on the ground, keeping me upright on top of him. He sets his hands on my hips and lifts me up and down, letting me fuck him, letting me set the pace. I do my best, my knees trembling every time he impales me. Every time he lifts me off and lowers me down, his huge cock hits a spot deep inside me that sends fireworks shooting through my brain.

  It’s too much. Too intense, yet I don’t want him to stop. I slump against his chest, weak with prolonged pleasure, as he thrusts inside me over and over.

  Rorix moves closer, his fingers trailing down my spine. He kneels beside Ferix and me, stroking me with one hand, holding his erection in the other. The tip of his cock glistens with a few beads of honey-colored precum, and I want nothing more than to taste him. I’ve never gone down on a guy—I know, it’s crazy—and I’m sure I’m going to be fumbling and inept, but what I lack in skill, I’m willing to make up in enthusiasm.

  Rorix gives me an encouraging smile. Emboldened, I lunge forward and lap at the drops. Tastes like honey too.

  I wrap my fingers around the base of Rorix’s shaft and take him into my mouth. His big hand settles on the back of my neck. Not forcing me down but supporting me. I angle my head and explore, licking around the helmet-shaped head, finding his sensitive spots and caressing them with my tongue. His moans of desire send fresh heat trickling through me.

  Two alien cocks, one in my mouth, one in my pussy. Two Draekons, going wild with desire. For me. For mousy, nose-in-a-textbook, Sofia Menendez. Somebody pinch me.

  The tension builds. Before long, Rorix is thrusting shallowly into my mouth in time to Ferix’s surging cock. I moan around his hard length and swirl my tongue around his thickness. His hand squeezes my neck gently, and he jerks forward, grunting as he comes, filling my mouth with his hot cum. Ferix isn’t far behind. His fingers stroke my clitoris, hard and fast. My muscles quiver and tighten as I freefall into yet another orgasm, and it pushes him over the edge. With a shout, he snaps his hips upward, coming deep inside me.

  Wow. If last night was the icing on a cupcake, today is the cherry on top of the icing.

  Ferix shifts positions, wrapping his arms and legs around me and rolling, taking me to the ground. I lie back with a sigh of contentment, snuggling up to him, nuzzling his chest as he softens slightly inside me. Rorix slumps next to us, his fingers laced in mine.

  Two giant, powerful aliens, cuddling with me. So much swoon.

  We stay silent for a few minutes, and then the quiet is broken by the sound of my stomach growling. Mortifying. My cheeks heat and I bury my face in Rorix’s shoulder. Ferix chuckles and gets to his feet. He disappears for a moment, giving me a gorgeous eyeful of his muscular back and flexing buttocks as he walks away. In less than a minute, he returns, holding an apple-sized bluish fruit in his hand. “Hungry?”

  “Starving,” I admit, sitting up. The fruit has soft flesh, and the insides of it are hollow, filled with a sweet juice. “Where did you find it?”

  His expression clouds. “I don’t remember.”

  I push away the twinge of fear that gnaws at me. Yes, they’re losing their memory, and no, that’s not good. But for the moment, I’m going to lie to myself and pretend everything is okay. Just until the end of this meal. “It’s really good.” I smack my lips, and he fetches me another, and I gobble it down.

  Rorix rises to his feet as well. He leaves the cave, only to return a few minutes later with a handful of large leaves that he uses to clean me. He presses one to my sex, and the leaf leaks a little bit of goo—kind of like an aloe plant. It’s soothing, sending a welcome coolness through my overheated flesh.

  “Still sore?” Rorix grins at me, and I smile back, sated. Every bone in my body has transformed into a wet noodle. I am spaghetti. Gloriously pleasured spaghetti. “Or do you want to do that again?”

  Dios mio. No wonder the other women in camp look so happy all the time. From the look of things, Ferix and Rorix are ready to go again. The doctor inside me warns me that my Draekons need rest, but the woman, the one who has been a virgin for a very long time, is having none of it. “You don’t need a break?” I ask weakly.

  A slow smile curls up Ferix’s face. “We have been waiting for you all our lives, sweet one,” he says, his brown eyes staring into mine. “I thought I could stay away from you, but I can’t. Though we are breaking all the laws of our people, I cannot resist you.”

  Oh right. They don’t think they should be with me because of what Beirax did. We’ll need to sort that out, and there are so many other things we should do. Dariux might still be a prisoner. The Zoraken know where the others are. My friends are at risk.

  But the reality is, I’m not sure if I can do anything to help them. I’m one person. Rorix and Ferix are powerful Draekons, but they’re not in control of their transformations. Not yet.

  For a little while, I just want to be selfish.

  Then Rorix turns his head to the opening of the cave. Ferix stiffens, and his expression turns feral. He looks like he wants the whole world to burn. I can practically see smoke rising from him. When he walks through a patch of light, his skin is dappled and textured in a scale pattern. “I hear something,” he growls. “We must go. Now.”

  My legs are shaky, my pulse races. So far, the dragons have emerged only when there’s a threat.

  We’re in danger.

  I’m given a minute to dress, and then Rorix slings me over his shoulder and leaves the cave, racing to the top of the hill. He puts me on the ground, and he transforms. I watch, awe-struck, as his skin hardens into silver scales that shimmer in the morning sunlight. Wings erupt from his back, and his fingers lengthen into claws.

  It only takes a minute. “Get on his back,” Ferix orders. “Hold on tight. We go now.”

  I clamber on the dragon’s back. As I settle myself between two spikes, I hear a high-pitched whine. Turning my head in the direction of the sound, I see a dot in the distance, growing closer with each second. “Zoraken,” Ferix snarls. “Rorix, go. I will hold them off.”

  My mouth is dry with fear as I watch Ferix transform and launch towards the oncoming jet. The soldiers are after me. Ferix is not himself; he’s burning up with the fever. If anything happens to him, it’ll be my fault.

  Ferix’s dragon bellows, arching its long neck, body stiffening before it opens mammoth jaws and shoots fi
re into the forest. Another blast, and thick smoke rises up, filling the air. Flapping his giant wings, the dragon drives the smoke into the path of the oncoming Zoraken ship. It corrects its course and Ferix flaps after it, alternately roaring and blowing fire.

  Wind whips my hair into my face, obscuring my view. I dare not stop clutching tight to the ridge of Rorix’s neck as he flies away. I close my eyes and whisper a prayer. Let him be okay. Let them both be okay because I don’t think I’ll survive losing them.

  14

  Rorix

  Sofia is pressing a damp cloth to my forehead when I open my eyes. When she sees that I’m awake, she hands me a cup filled to the brim with water. “Drink this.”

  I sit up. Ferix is still out of it. “What happened this time?” I ask wearily. “What time is it? And where are we?”

  She looks exhausted. “You remember nothing?”

  I shake my head. Ferix groans, and slowly gets to his feet. There’s an angry red patch on his skin. It looks burnt. “What did I do?”

  “Got into a fight with the Zoraken,” Sofia replies. “Don’t touch it. I’ve got some salve on the burn.”

  “Where from?” I ask, then I see a backpack on the ground. And Sofia’s wearing clothes. Her own clothes. “Is that your pack? How did it get here?”

  “That, I don’t know.” She frowns at Ferix. “Sit down. You need to rest.”

  The wound in his side must not be bothering him too much, because his lips twitch, and his eyes twinkle. “You have a bossy side, Sofia. I think I like it.”

  She chuckles. “If that’s a come-on, don’t bother. I’m wiped out, and all I want is my bed.”

  “I’ll be your pillow,” I offer with a wink.

  Her cheeks heat. “You remember having sex?” she asks, avoiding our eyes. “In the cave?”

  “Yes.” It’s the most precious memory of my life. Especially now, when everything feels like it’s falling to pieces around me, when I need to cling tightly to what I have.

  “And that’s probably the last thing you remember, right? God, this is mortifying. Well, we were just getting ready for round two when your dragons heard something. Some kind of flying ship.” She grimaces. “I think some of the Zoraken are looking for me. You guys transformed into dragons. I flew on your back, and Ferix took care of the ship.” She looks faintly sheepish. “I don’t remember what happened next clearly. They had guns, but I think the weapons were set to stun. Anyway, I must have been hit, because I don’t remember anything else. When I woke up a couple of hours ago, we were here, in this cave, and my pack was on the floor at my side.”

  I only hear one part of that. “You were hit by them?” Fire starts to dance over my skin as my temper flares. The soldiers harmed Sofia? I will see them dead by my hands.

  “Calm down, Sparky.” She rolls her eyes. “I wasn’t hurt. The High Emperor wants me back in one piece, remember? Let’s focus on the important stuff. All I’ve eaten today are two of those fruit things. I’m starving, and my pack has supplies. I’ll heat something, okay?”

  “Let me,” Ferix says hastily.

  I can’t bite back my snort of amusement. Sofia gives both of us a suspicious look. “What’s so funny?” she demands.

  I wrap my arm around her. “Sweet one,” I murmur. “I love you, but you are a terrible cook. Unless you want us to eat charred meat and mush, let Ferix prepare the food.”

  A strange expression flashes over her face, and then she pouts. “I’m a terrible cook?” she asks indignantly, and then she starts to giggle. “Okay, you’re right. I have no kitchen skills. My poor grandmother tried so hard to teach me, but she failed miserably.”

  I gather some wood for a fire. We sit around at the mouth of the cave while the meat cooks and talk about our lives. “You never talk about the homeworld,” Sofia says. “How come?”

  “There isn’t much to say,” I reply with a shrug. “Both Ferix and I were young when we tested positive. We were fifteen. My parents were horrified that their son was a mutant.”

  She looks outraged. “They didn’t try to fight the exile?”

  “I think our families were relieved when we were gone,” Ferix says. “We were merchants. My father was more concerned with keeping the fact that I tested positive a secret. It wouldn’t have been good for business.”

  Sofia’s the only person who’s fought for us. She came after us when everyone else was resigned to our loss. She’s not fazed by the fact that our memories have giant, gaping holes in them. She accepts us for who we are.

  She’s our mate, this is true. Part of the urge to possess her is primal. But there’s another part of me that loves her for who she is. And that’s the part that’s in control right now.

  The meat’s done. Ferix hands Sofia a plate, and she takes it from him with a murmur of thanks. We start to eat. Halfway through the meal, Sofia sits up straight. “Oh shit, I almost forgot. I turned on the communicator that Dariux gave me. It’s been picking up Zoraken chatter. The soldiers can’t get into the Dsar Cliffs. There’s some kind of shield they can’t penetrate. For the moment, they’re sitting tight and hoping that everyone inside will run out of food.”

  “Thank Caeron,” I say fervently. We’d been stocking up on food in preparation for the rainy season. Our friends can survive for months on what we’ve gathered.

  A weight lifts from my shoulders. Ferix and I have prioritized Sofia’s safety over the others, but it’s been eating away at me that I can’t defend my friends from the Zoraken.

  Sofia nods in agreement. “I can’t tell you how relieved I was to hear it,” she says. “I’ve been torn between needing to help you and wanting to make sure the others are okay. Now, I can tackle your fever symptoms without being distracted.” A determined look comes over her face. “We need a plan.”

  I exchange glances with Ferix. The last day has been a gift of immeasurable value, but it’s time to end this. Time to give her up. “You’re right. We do need a plan, but it’s not the one you think. You can’t stay with us, Sofia. It’s not safe.”

  Her jaw sets in a stubborn line. “I don’t feel unsafe.”

  I lace my fingers in hers. “Sweet one, the dragons might not hurt you now. But I can’t be sure that’ll never happen. In the last two days, we’ve lost control twice. We’ve transformed into the beast, and worst of all, we don’t remember anything of it. I dread the thought of waking up and seeing you injured. Or worse.”

  I take a deep breath. “I will always cherish the memory of today,” I say quietly. “I will always remember the taste of you. The brightness of your smile. The kindness in your heart. But Sofia, the Draekon fever has no cure. We mated with you, and still, we burn. We swallow Vulrux’s potions, and it does nothing to cool us down. Nothing thwarts the dragon inside.”

  Ferix nods soberly. “We don’t have a future, Rorix and I. But you do, Sofia. Back on your own planet.”

  Tears roll down her cheeks. “It’s not fair,” she whispers, her fingers clenched into fists. “I don’t want to leave you.”

  All I can do is hold her. “I know,” I say, my heart heavy. My thumb glides over her face, brushing away the teardrops. My heart feels like it’s been flayed alive, and it hurts to breathe. “I know…”

  Tomorrow morning, we will need to figure out how to outsmart our dragons and get Sofia back to the others. They will protect her far better than we can.

  We’re out of time. Tonight is all we have.

  15

  Sofia

  Rorix had been joking about my cooking, but he’d said the words. He told me he loved me, and I believe him. I can feel the pain radiating off them in waves. The anguish of oncoming loss.

  There’d been a small part of me that had hoped that everyone was wrong. That things would change the moment the three of us slept together. I’d harbored a fantasy that the instant the mating bond was complete, Rorix and Ferix would get well.

  My pussy isn’t magical. There are no miracles.

  We finish our meal in si
lence. There’s no more conversation, not of our childhood, not of our time on the prison planet. We’re lost in our own thoughts. In our own darkness. All that lies in front of us is pain and bleakness and separation, and I think it’s finally sinking in.

  Earlier this evening, I told them that I was tired and wanted to sleep. I’m changing my mind. If this is the end, then I want to feel the weight of their bodies against mine. I want to etch their memories into my soul.

  I reach out to my Draekons. “Come lie with me.”

  They sink down on either side of me. Their faces are grave. They are thinking the same thing I am—this is the last time we will be together. Every touch, every kiss, every sigh—it is the last. This time is all we’ll ever have.

  I swallow hard. “Kiss me, please,” I whisper, almost adding, make me forget. I’ll hold onto this moment for forever.

  Ferix lays his hand alongside my cheek. Drawing me forward, he kisses me softly. I run my hands down his chest, filling my senses with the touch and smell of him. He lifts his head, and Rorix’s finger brushes my chin, turning my head so he can claim my lips.

  I taste salt and pull away, bowing my head. Dipping closer to Rorix’s bare chest, I breathe in lungfuls of his smoky-sweet scent. With gentle hands, my mate guides me to straddle his lap. He lifts me and sets me on his cock, holding me aloft and controlling my descent so I slide down bit by bit. I sigh as he fills me, and I lean into him. Behind me, Ferix lifts my hair and presses kisses along the line of my shoulders. Rorix leans back, tipping me forward, offering Ferix access to my bottom. Carefully, Ferix probes my back entrance with his fingers, then with the head of his cock. He presses into me slowly. I tremble between them, my arms around Rorix, my face tucked into the curve of his shoulder. The heat of their skin scorches me, and if I listen closely, I can hear their dragons’ purring rumble.

  I hang on as the guys move, rocking me gently between them. The slow and gentle movements of their powerful bodies take my breath away. I close my eyes and let go, filling my senses with the feel of them, their huge bodies cocooning me, protecting and claiming at the same time.