The Shifter's Secret Twins

by T. S. Ryder

  “Oh… I think you’re going to have to do much better than that,” he told her, a naughty glint in his eye.

  “Sullivan… I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard.” Cynthia looked up at him. “Please… I need that big, fat cock inside of me,” she pleaded, her hormones kicking in. She had never wanted anything so much in her entire life. “Please.”

  A throaty chuckle emerged from Sullivan who smirked down at her. “As you wish.” Before she could say anything else, he had the tip of his cock pressed up against her large, pink lips. Her eyes grew wide, but nevertheless, she opened them, eager to taste him. This wasn’t exactly what she had in mind, but then again, she hadn’t specified what hole she wanted to feel him in.

  Sullivan pressed himself into her mouth, inch by inch, feeling her tongue rub against his base. It didn’t take long for him to reach her throat. His eyes darkened and he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling on it as he rammed his dick down. Cynthia gagged, her throat tightening around his thick cock, making him moan in pleasure. “That’s it babe…” he said, grabbing hold of her hair with both hands as he slowly started to face-fuck her. A bit of drool ran down the side of her face, dripping onto her large tits, now bouncing slightly.

  The dragon lost himself as Cynthia started to deep-throat him. The sounds of her slurping his cock only turned him on further. He could already feel his balls tighten and his cock twitch as her teeth grazed against him slightly. Cynthia’s eyes began to water as she tried her best to accommodate his huge girth inside of her small mouth, her pouty lips pressed tightly around his base. Her tongue flicked around rapidly, trying to pleasure him. Her mind went numb as she gasped for air, her whole body shivering with pleasure.

  Finally, he pulled away, his cock now covered in her saliva. Cynthia panted, laying there, staring blankly at the ceiling. Suddenly, before she knew what was going on, he rammed into her. She screamed out, her whole body tensing for a moment as he spread her pussy apart. “Fuck!” Her arms wrapped around him tightly, pinning him against her chest. His cock filled her every inch as he started to pump in and out of her, shallowly at first, letting his every vein rub against her quivering pussy walls.

  Cynthia bit her lip, her head on his shoulder, her body tangled with his. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins as he continued to fuck her, going faster. The squishy sounds of her juices echoed through the large bedroom every time he rammed against her womb. Her nails dug into his back, leaving long angry marks behind.

  Sullivan grunted, pulling her closer, his hands on her hips as he fucked her even harder. He leaned down, taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard, letting his tongue flick against the sensitive little nub. He could feel Cynthia start to quiver around him and could sense that she was getting close. Wanting to prolong their time together, he slowed down, moving but an inch with each thrust, eliciting tiny moans from her lips.

  His mouth continued to explore her large chest, sucking her breasts and leaving hickeys behind. Cynthia’s mind was muddled by the insane amount of pleasure this man was giving her. Her spine tingled and her every nerve ending felt like it was alive with energy. As he slowed down, she started to gyrate her hips, begging for more.

  They moved into a sitting position, Cynthia now bouncing on his lap, her hands on his shoulders for leverage. Sullivan leaned back a little, a pleased expression on his face as his eyes moved over her body, watching how it moved as she bounced. Her tits jiggled and her curves shifted. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was a goddess.

  Feeling a need to possess her, he pushed her back down onto the bed, pinning her hands above her head as he rammed into her, harder than ever. The bed creaked with the effort, shaking as he fucked her for all that he was worth. A thin layer of sweat formed over his body as he grunted with pleasure, feeling her pussy tighten around him even more, sending him near the point of no return. Cynthia cried out, her eyes glued to Sullivan’s perfect body. His rock-hard abs. His broad shoulders. His smoldering eyes.

  Suddenly, it was too much for her to handle. She cried out, her eyes rolling and her back arching. She clutched his hands tightly, screaming out as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her body, leaving her breathless.

  Sullivan felt her orgasm as her pussy captured him in a vice grip. He couldn’t move and his balls felt like they would explode at any moment. He growled dominantly, forcing himself deep inside her one last time until the base of his crotch was pressed against her pussy and his balls nestled against her voluptuous ass. “You’re mine,” He growled into her ear, suddenly losing all control and spilling his seed inside of her womb. He collapsed on top of her, unable to continue. With their bodies still tangled together and his cock deep inside of her, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

  He kissed the top of her head and smiled. “I love you.” He said, his voice soft and genuine.

  Chapter Eight

  Life couldn’t get any better for Cynthia. Her shop was booming and everyone kept commenting on her stylish dragon necklace, not knowing that it was a living breathing dragon that nuzzled her neck every day. Sullivan’s companion had been strange to live with at first since he was a little snappy and temperamental, but over time she had learned to get along. Most of the time he slept the day away, only waking up when she decided to feed him a cherry−his favorite snack.

  Getting along with Sullivan, on the other hand, came more naturally than anything else in the world. Whenever the antique shop owner came to visit, a smile always appeared on her face. She didn’t know what it was about him, but whenever they were together, she felt her heart soar. Never before had she had a boyfriend she loved so much. She was just thinking about him as she sat in her shop, doodling with her wand when her phone buzzed with a notification. She picked it up, turning it over so she could see the screen. She was hoping it was a text from Sullivan.

  It wasn’t. She stared at her phone in horror. Your period is two days late! The period tracker on her phone told her. Quickly, she opened up her phone and checked the calendar. For two months now, she hadn’t gotten her period. Had she simply forgotten to tell her app? She tried to remember, desperate to recall the last time mother nature had come to visit. But, to her dismay, she couldn’t remember ever getting it since she had been together with Sullivan. Suddenly, a sense of dread washed over her. Was she pregnant?

  Hurriedly, she searched in her draws and pulled out what looked like a magic eight ball. She held the large black sphere in her hand, her fingers trembling slightly. What would happen if she really was pregnant? She bit her lip and shook the ball, closing her eyes and praying for the best.

  When she opened it, there was a small sixteen-sided dice floating in the ball, the word yes printed on the side that now faced her. She was pregnant! Her mind rushed with possibilities. What was she supposed to do now? She instantly thought of Sullivan. Was she supposed to tell him? What if he didn’t want to be a father? What if he got angry at her?

  As she thought about this, Attar started to wake up, yawning slightly and nipping at her collarbone. Her eyes grew big. If Sullivan’s companion could sense that she loved him, could he also sense that she now carried his child? She waited with bated breath to see if the little dragon would do anything unusual but he just laid his head back down and went back to sleep, his tail curling around her neck, making his presence known.

  Cynthia sat there, battling her inner turmoil when a customer entered the store. It was one of her regulars. A rubenesque woman who taught gender and sexuality at the local university. “Hey Charlotte, how are you today?” Cynthia greeted her with her usual friendly smile.

  “I’m good. Gave my students an exam this morning. I think they all did really well. I haven’t graded them yet but the class has been really engaged this semester.” She said this as she looked through a rack of dresses. “Do you have anything I could wear to a gala. I’m looking for something in black or a navy blue.”

  Cynthia
picked up her pencil for a moment, twirling it around before she finally put it down. “I should. I think there’s some here in the clearance rack.” She guided the woman toward the back of the store where a wide array of different dresses hung, all up to par with Charlotte’s taste.

  “Oh, these are wonderful!” Charlotte exclaimed, picking up a simple, tampered black dress with a boxed neckline. “What do you think about this one?”

  “I think it would look really nice on you. Do you want to try it on?” Cynthia asked politely. The woman nodded and moments later she emerged. All her curves accentuated perfectly. She did a slight three sixty in the mirror, admiring her reflection.

  “This is perfect. I don’t know how you do it Cynthia, but you always manage to have the best things for girls like us. What’s your secret?” she asked, laughing. Cynthia laughed along with her. A few moments later, Cynthia was ringing out her dress at the register. “Oh is this one of those balls you ask a question to and it tells you the answer?” Charlotte had grabbed the black sphere Cynthia had left on the counter, shaking it, but nothing happened. “Is it broken?”

  “Yeah, I was just going to ship it back,” Cynthia lied.

  “Oh, that’s too bad,” Charlotte said. “I really wanted to ask it something.” She shrugged like it was no big deal before she paid for her dress and left the store, a bright smile on her face. Cynthia sighed, picking up the sphere once more. She stared at it, asking it one more silent questing before she shook it.

  When she looked down at it, the words follow your heart appeared in tiny lettering. She frowned slightly at the indirect answer before she put the ball away. Maybe it was right. Maybe she should just tell Sullivan. If he really loved her as much as he said, then he wouldn’t get mad. Hell, he would even be overjoyed by the news of her pregnancy. Either way, Cynthia knew, deep down, that she needed to tell him.

  Chapter Nine

  Cynthia closed up shop early that day. She pulled down the metal gate and locked it up. She pocketed the key and then walked the short distance to Sullivan’s antique shop. He was still open, sitting behind his counter, polishing one of his swords. His shop was crowded with a million different things. There were old dolls, furniture, clocks, silverware. The store was a little intimidating to walk into but Cynthia found the warm lighting and the soothing atmosphere welcoming.

  Sullivan didn’t even look up, too enthralled with his current task. Cynthia tapped his muscular arm slightly to get his attention. He started slightly, his eyes wide as he looked at her before he smiled. “You scared me,” he laughed, pulling down his work to get up and wrap his arms around her, hugging her tightly before he kissed her lips. “It’s not even five yet, what are you doing here?”

  “I decided to close up shop a little early today… there’s something I have to tell you,” Cynthia said, her voice serious. She sat down on an old, high-backed chair that looked like it once belonged to royalty.

  “Oh?” Sullivan sat down next to her, fixing some of the knick-knacks he had on a glass table.

  “Yeah…” Cynthia said, trying to find the right words to say.

  Sullivan could sense the hesitation in her voice and reached out his hand, holding her face gently. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.” He smiled at her, encouraging her.

  She nodded and gulped down the nervousness she felt. “Right. It seems I’m pregnant.” She looked into his eyes, seeing them widening to the size of the moon.

  “You’re carrying my child?” he asked in disbelief. Instantly, his hand dropped from her face down to her stomach. “Are you sure about this?”

  “I asked my magical sphere this morning. It gave me a definitive yes. It’s never been wrong before.” Cynthia explained biting the corner of her lip, toying with the little bit of skin she felt there. “You aren’t mad, are you?”

  “Of course I’m not mad!” Sullivan exclaimed, lunging out and hugging her tightly. “I am very excited! I have been alive a very long time and I have dreamt of starting a family for a while now. I couldn’t be happier to start one with you.” His words were clear and confident. Cynthia smiled wildly. She hadn’t been expecting this sort of reaction. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and laid her head on his chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat.

  “I love you…” she whispered softly.

  He just kissed the top of her head and smiled.

  ***

  They had gone out for dinner that night to celebrate the news but when Cynthia suggested they should go home together, Sullivan came up with a lame excuse as to why he needed to be alone that night. Cynthia found it odd that he was busy all of a sudden, but she didn’t question it. She had a bit of work to do herself.

  So Sullivan drove home by himself, his mind already working in overtime. Cynthia was pregnant. That meant he had finally fulfilled the requirements for reclaiming his position in dragon society. He could finally return from exile. But did he want to?

  He thought about his family that had been so quick to kick him out when he hadn’t found a suitable partner. It wasn’t his fault that none of the dragon women appealed to him. They hadn’t even listened to his requests, instead, they had just thrown him out, severing all ties he had with the other dragons. It had been a lonely experience in the beginning. He didn’t quite know how to interact with the humans and he became bitter, blaming his race for his miserable experience.

  Still, deep down inside, Sullivan knew he wanted to go back. He wanted to sit on the throne and take control of the beautiful Kingdom of dragons. He wanted to once more have the right to transform into his true self and soar above the clouds. He closed his eyes and thought about the last time he had turned into a dragon. It had been forty years ago. Forty long years.

  He ground his teeth, arriving at his home. He opened up the gate and drove up the long winding driveway. Would going back be worth it? He had finally settled somewhere and found someone he had fallen in love with. What if Cynthia didn’t want to join him? He sighed, contemplating his options. He could just as easily stay in the human world and no one would be the wiser for it, but at the same time, the thought of reigning as a King, with Cynthia as his beautiful Queen was almost too much to ignore.

  Feeling frustrated by the turmoil he was feeling, he went into his house and laid down on his couch, turning on his TV. It was one of the greatest inventions the humans had come up with. Hours of entertainment all at his fingertips. He worked the remote and turned it to the History Channel where a man with crazy hair was talking about aliens. He chuckled, thinking it was absurd that humans believed in aliens but not in dragons.

  He reclined, trying to lose himself in the TV but all he could think about was Cynthia. Should he tell her? Should he keep his heritage a secret? He sighed and closed his eyes. Maybe he should just push the thought out of his mind. It would be less trouble that way. Yet, as he started to doze off, his dreams brought him back to Northern Ireland where a glorious throne awaited him.

  Chapter Ten

  Deep in the belly of the castle, Weston Cox paced back and forth. His brother had been banished nearly forty years ago. Now, the throne was his for the taking the moment he turned two hundred and fifty. He had but five years to go and the kingdom would be his. He grinned at the thought. He had mated young and already had three offspring under his belt, making him qualified for the throne. If only his brother would stay out of the picture.

  Weston walked up to his scrying orb, making it replay the scene he had witnessed. A full-figured woman was sitting beside Sullivan. Attar, his companion was wrapped around her neck, marking her as his mate. Weston could see the interest with which his brother looked at the woman. He shook his head with disgust. Instead of seeking out the best possible mate who would yield the strongest offspring with a rational mind, Sullivan had been weak, succumbing to his emotions while choosing a partner. Sullivan had always been weak, Weston thought.

  Nevertheless, because Sullivan was the elder dragon, he had right to the throne before Weston did. He focused his
magic on the orb and the sound of their conversation floated to his ears. “I’m pregnant,” the woman said. Weston’s eyes grew large. If she was indeed carrying Sullivan’s child, then he now had the right to come back to the kingdom. Bile formed in Weston’s mouth as he thought about it. Anger seethed within him, his blood boiling. His dark eyes grew almost black with hatred. He had to do something about this. He would have to pay his brother a little visit.

  ***

  It was weird being in the human world. Instead of flying, he was forced to ride in metal carriages that were either too hot or too cold. The humans he interacted with were all possessed by some strange rectangular things they held in their hands. Weston shook his head, cursing under his breath that he was forced to do this. He was a dragon prince. This was no place for him. Still, if he wanted to secure his spot on the throne, he would have to get rid of the girl.

  He conjured up the image of the antique shop his brother now owned. He thought the idea of a royal dragon sitting in a shop all day, selling trinkets to humans was outright ridiculous, but then again, his brother had never been all there in the head.

  Weston finally arrived at a large building. There were cars all around him and every few seconds, humans would leave the building with colorful bags in their hands. A group of young women emerged as he walked toward the door, giggling amongst themselves. They nearly bumped into him, but he growled at them, making them quickly move in the other direction. “What the hell is that guy’s problem?” one of them whispered. Weston glared at them and this time, they shut up completely, quickly getting into their car and driving away.

  A smile spread across Weston’s face. He enjoyed their discomfort. He was about to reach for the door when it slid open by itself. He looked at it curiously, wondering what kind of magic the humans had managed to attain over the years. He kept staring at it before someone walked past him, rousing him from his trance. He ignored his curiosity and stepped into a large hallway, where his footsteps echoed.