by Stella Cassy
Nowhere near done with me, his gigantic hands flip me over onto all fours and I feel his eager cock nudging against my opening. I don’t know where the energy comes from, but I feel revived. Pressing back enthusiastically against him, I force him partially into my body. Grabbing a handful of my long hair, he turns my head around. “In my bed, I decide when and how to fuck. Don’t try to rob me of my power again.”
“I won’t. You just make me a little crazy for you.”
A smile replaces his former dark expression. “You want me badly?”
“You’re a sexy beast. Of course I want you very badly.”
I see the smirk of a man having it all his own way jump onto his face. “Then you shall have me. Prepare to be taken by a Drakon Prime.”
His silly pompous preening is a bit odd and funny, but I honestly do ache for him. Therefore I force myself to wait patiently as he slowly slides home. Each and every incremental move forward feels absolutely amazing. The pliable ridges and bumps hit all the right spots. I find myself whispering words of encouragement. Not that he needs any encouragement. The man knows exactly what he’s doing.
Grasping one of my shoulders, I feel his other hand land on my waist. It’s the grip he needs to pound into me with force. He shifts slightly with each stroke until he finds what he’s looking for. We both know it instantly because I screamed with pleasure.
“That’s the spot my beautiful little brooder.”
Being called a brooder would have sucked the fun out of getting the best sex of my life if it weren’t for the breathless, almost revenant way he speaks the word. Just when I am beginning to wonder how rare fertile women actually are among the Drakon, he rocks my world all over again when one hand snakes between my legs to find my clit. Something isn’t right. I still feel two hands on my body. Looking down I see his tail snaking between my folds, searching for just the right spot. Before I can get my head around what’s happening the damn thing finds what it’s looking for.
The crimson dragon is giving me everything I could ever want from a man. Pulling me up and back against his chest, the sexy beast nips and licks my neck as his hands slide around to cup each of my breasts. Meanwhile his cock and tail seem to have a mind of their own. It’s too much. The first time he pinches my nipple, I explode.
He rides me through the orgasm and then flips me over so that my back is against the bed and plunges back in without putting up a pretense of asking. Do I object? Hell no. I want him to continue giving me a thrill a minute and he doesn’t disappoint. I lift my legs to make it easier for him to get the penetration he needs. The expression on his face immediately morphs into a mixture of raw lust and gratitude. He’s on the edge, I can tell because his movements are getting slightly jerky.
I reach out both hands and rake my nails down his chest. A sexy growl escapes from his throat and his thrusting becomes more forceful. When that happens, the ridges at the base of his cock collide with my clit, provoking sparks of pleasure. I scratch him again and again, barely aware that the tiny pinch of pain is pushing him right over the edge.
Something about seeing his bulky form hovering above me and his wings peeking out of either side of his shoulders flips all the right switches for me. His eyes are darkened with lust and his expression communicates the erotic bliss coursing through his body. I move sensuously against him even as my nails dig deeper into his flesh. His normally crimson skin is now slightly darker and I can tell he’s hanging on by a thread.
I run both hands down and cup his balls. The slight nod I get from him is enough for me to understand. When I’m about to explode again, I gently squeeze him in both my hands. He stills against my body as I convulse into a blinding orgasm. He erupts inside me as we continue to stare into each other eyes. I’ve never done that before, looked into another being’s eyes as we shared a peak sexual experience.
We pause for a long moment to catch our breath. After that, it’s just round after round of hot steamy sex. Before we collapse of absolute exhaustion he’s nailed me hard against the wall, I’ve ridden him cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. The reverse cowgirl was definitely his thing. This is a night I’ll remember until I’m old and grey. As we lay tangled in each other’s arms I try to catch my breath for about the sixth time. Every single time is pitch perfect.
“That was amazing.” I don’t know exactly why, but after getting the best sex of my life, I feel like I should say something. Unfortunately those three words are the best I can manage at the moment. “I can’t believe you use your tail.”
He laughs. “It’s not a tail. It’s a caudal. Animals have tails. People have caudals.”
Rolling over, I look up at him. He looks relaxed and sated. Something stirs in my chest to know I put that look on his handsome face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be offensive.”
“You didn’t offend me. It’s a common mistake among caudaless beings.”
Walking two fingers up his chest, my imaginary person stumbles over his bulging muscles, making him laugh again. “I really like your caudal. He’s a talented fellow.”
I can tell I’ve shocked him again. “I guess it isn’t polite to talk about a lover’s caudal, right?”
Though he’s still smiling, his expression turns serious. “Complimenting a Drakon male’s caudal is considered the strongest mating gesture a female can make publicly.”
Tracing my finger along his square jawline, I murmur. “What kinds of compliments are allowed in private?”
“What kind are you interested in making?”
“It’s not polite to answer a question with another question.”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“I’d want you to know that thing you do with your breath is amazing.”
“My mating heat is meant to prepare your body for mating.”
“Well it works like a charm. The moment you do that, I can’t think of anything but mating with you.”
“It must be more potent on humans than on Drakon females.”
“You also have a nice cock.”
“Do I now?”
“Yep, and you’re not shy about using it.”
“Human females get all the best cock.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. They are desired for mates and mistresses the verse over.”
“Then why aren’t you keeping me? You and I are really good together.”
“Do you always talk this much after sex?” His voice was light and teasing but there is something heavy and dark underneath.
“Not really. I just wanted you to know that I really like you and would love the opportunity to get to know you better.”
All the playfulness evaporates from his voice in an instant. “Let us sleep and talk about this tomorrow.”
“Whatever you say, big guy.”
Well that cleared things right up. I’m good enough for a marathon sex session but not good enough to keep. Maybe the money is just too good. Then again maybe he’d be doing this same exact thing with a seducer on Pralor Six if he didn’t conveniently have me sitting in his hold. A dark thought flew into my mind. There is every chance in the world that he was simply using what he had on hand to save paying the exorbitant prices that pleasure planets like Pralor Six charge for a night or two of debauchery. Considering his post coital attitude that sounded about right.
Instead of drawing back, I find myself burrowing down closer to the big warrior. Regardless of how unattached he was to me, I’d opened up and allowed myself to care for him there for a brief moment. Since this was the only night I’d ever have with him, I decided to just relax and enjoy the next couple of hours. After that all bets were off. I’d get the hell off this ship one way or another.
8
Betrayed
~ Tarion ~
My dreams are filled with images of Carissa’s beautiful face. She’s innocently seducing me without even meaning to and I find that too charming for words. Taking her from her cell, I’d been thinking of keeping her in my bed for a bit and then
selling her on. After tasting her delicious body I decided never to be without that feminine treat. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that she has more stamina and want than even a Drakon female. That this tiny delicate brooder can sate the needs of a prime is as shocking and unexpected as it is delightful. She’s worth the wealth of worlds to me because she spoke of her want for me and asked to stay at my side. I’d see it was a decision she never regretted.
Forcing my eyes open, I stare dreamily at my ceiling. How many times have I laid in this very spot counting the seams and rivets as I daydreamed about my perfect female? It had been too many times to count. Even now I enjoyed the taste of her body on my tongue. The scent of our shared sex still permeates the room. My caudal is twitching with interest and body is warming to the idea of having another short round of sex before we start our day.
Reaching over, I find the bed empty. I sit up with a start. She is nowhere to be found in my sleeping room. A sickening feeling churns in my stomach and a feeling of dread creeps into my heart. Deep down inside I knew this was too good to be true. Now I’m faced with the prospect of verifying her betrayal, I find myself reluctant. Taking a deep breath, I speak. “Computer. Locate subject I have assigned the designation of truebrooder34589.”
“Subject not on board. Do you wish me to scan the planet below?”
“Yes. Send footage of the security feed between my quarters and the nearest three loading bays.”
“Loading footage now, Captain. There is no trace of the subject on the Pralor Six.”
There are few things in the world better than a computer that can multitask. “Send me an account of how many crew members I have on Pralor Six.”
“There are thirty-eight crew members on Pralor Six and forty at their various stations throughout the ship.”
“Do I have any escape pods, fighters or mini-freighters unaccounted for?”
“One fighter is missing. It is Dak29.”
“I believe that is Nakoo’s fighter. Verify if he is onboard.”
“Yes. He is sleeping on the floor in Loading Bay Two.”
“Fuck.” Crawling out of bed, I stalk over to my computer console. “Healer Jarnok, you are probably needed in Loading Bay Two. Respond immediately.”
Lehar’s anxious voice drifted over my communicator. “Is everything alright, sir?”
“Our visitor has escaped from my quarters.”
“Did you not think to lock her up? She’s a slave who escaped her masters. That fact alone makes her a flight risk.”
“I didn’t think to lock her up because she was quite a bit more docile and cooperative when I brought her to my room last evening.”
Snorting a laugh, my first officer retorts, “A night in your bed is enough to frighten any woman.”
“Start scanning for her exhaust trail. She took one of our fighters.”
“Ah, I see she chose, Nakoo’s fighter. It’s one of the fastest we own. The nice brooder must have wanted to put some distance between the two of you and fast.”
“You’re not funny, Lehar. You’re strange and look as though you should be. Unfortunately, you’re just not.”
“Ouch, that hurt.”
“You had better be scanning while you dream up new and ever more interesting insults to hurl at your captain.”
“I’ve got it, but you’re not going to be very happy.”
“Spit it out.”
“The ship was recently fueled and as you well know, we have been following your orders to retrofit all our fighters with back up fuel tanks.”
“I wish to increase our patrolling and scouting range.”
“You just increased the human’s ability to travel thirty percent further between fuel ups. Nakoo was up half the night retrofitting his fighter to meet your new specs.” Lehar’s voice turns empathetic. “Sorry, sir. If you like I can recall our crew members from Pralor Six and we can make haste after her.”
“We’ll be making haste all right, but I’ll not disrupt my crew’s shore leave. Tell them to stay until our return. We have more than enough crew to track down one errant slave.”
“Yes, sir.”
As messages begin coming in, my worse fear is realized. The female that I thought was growing to care for me, clobbered one of my crew members over the head and stole his fighter. The healer diagnosed Nakoo has a minor concussion and is certain he will be fine. The pilot reports someone hit him from behind with a metal tool he was using to work on his small craft.
This is all on me. I never once suspected the human could brutalize someone. That’s what I get for trusting a feral animal. They always eventually bite the hand that feeds them. How my father controls his female is a mystery to me. No sooner do I think the words than I know how he does it. We are evenly matched in every way, save one. He was chosen by a mate and I wasn’t. The few who remained long enough to test compatibility left immediately afterwards. Now, this human female did the same. It must be true what they say. I’m a flawed male with no hope of continuing his line.
So be it. If I am to live my life being consoled only by the lies of a paid seductress, I will forgo all honor. Tarion of the Hielsrane will become the monster they all believe me to be, wreaking havoc on all who would turn their back on me and all who seek to take advantage of my kindness.
Bloodletting will become my new sport, beginning with the betrayer of my heart. I will teach her that Tarion of the Hielsrane is not to be underestimated, used or double-crossed. When I get my claws into her, she will live just long enough regret every single one of her lies
Stepping into the shower, I begin to wonder many things as the warm water flows over my body. It is apparent that she lied about wishing to stay at my side. It calls into question all the other things she said. Has she really been a slave all her life? Was she harvested into slavery as an innocent child or because of some criminal act? Does she really wish to seek out her mother or was that a lie to gain my sympathy? I’m disgusted with myself, as I realize that if that was her plan all along, she succeeded beyond her wildest dreams.
I jerk on a clean uniform as I mull over my options. I will have my revenge, for I no longer care about subtle distinctions such as the difference between justice and retribution. As petty as it sounds, I wish to deal her pain for the pain she has caused me.
I fold my wings carefully behind my back and walk to the bridge wearing my warrior’s face once again. Unwilling to allow them to see my pain, I lower myself into my chair and listen to report.
They tell me what I know already. That fighter is faster and more maneuverable than my ship. That means we will be forced to track her for days. Our only chance of securing her is to catch up with her when her fuel runs out. Our likelyhood of locating her is high since we’re following her exhaust trail. If she manages to refuel, our chances diminish. If another ship crosses her exhaust trail, our chances diminish. If she lands on a planet with a large population, our chances of locating her also drop considerably.
Though I’m still smarting from the viper’s sting, even I must admit that her choices prove her intelligence. Even Drakon females are not half as smart. It hurts that such a worthy brooder turned out to be a deceiver. Her deception will make it difficult for me to trust again. She’s taken something important from me and can unfortunately never give it back.
As we chase down my errant slave, my mind drifts back to all the human media I’ve watched and all of their books I’ve read. Humans thrive on conflict, deceit, and turning on each other with alarming regularity. Somehow I thought all the conflict and mayhem in their shared stories was mythical. Good always triumphs over evil after all. Now I am forced to consider that they might be actual representations of human morality. If that is so, I have been grievously deceived by the human female.
9
Epiphany
~ Carissa ~
Relaxing on a long sandy beach, my eyes drift closed. The sound of the ocean waves lapping against the shoreline helps me relax. I dream about water a lot but th
is dream is different. There are so many boulders strewn along the beach that it is difficult to find a spot for my lounger. A huge row of boulders separate the beach from the water and another separates the beach from the rest of the island. I have materialized in this dream wearing a pretty swimsuit and holding a fold up lounger.
After all the endless dreams of being chased by a crimson dragon, it’s a relief this dreamscape looks totally different. Soaking up the sun, I don’t worry about being sunburned because none of this is real. It’s so peaceful that when a furious roar splits the air, my shocked body jerks to attention. The enraged crimson dragon is diving towards me.
I’m lucid dreaming, and fully aware that I’m projecting my own anxieties about being recaptured by Tarion into my dreams. Although that makes perfect logical sense, I’m still terrified when the creature lands a few yards away. He’s the size of a small shuttle and his eyes are fixed on me. I’m too scared to move, especially when he begins moving towards me. He even looks a little like Tarion. That’s because I’m projecting, again. It makes perfect sense. When it starts running full stop towards me, panic rises from my chest to my throat.
Jumping when it lands on me, I nearly fall out of the pilot’s seat. Rubbing my eyes frantically, the cockpit of the small fighter comes into focus. Since running out on Tarion, my dreams have been filled with images of the same crimson dragon. It’s funny that I’ve transitioned the big lug into an actual dragon in my dreams. Something tells me dreaming about the real Tarion would make me want to go running back the only man I’ve come close to loving. That little nugget is a new epiphany I’ve had since being on the lam. I must have been developing real feelings for him. Why else would I be spending every waking moment wondering what he’s doing and if he misses me? Hell, I even know why, I’m falling for the big lug.