by T. J. Quinn
He stretched his arms, and soon the transformation started to take place: his whole body was cover with brownish scales, his black claws grew to the size of deadly weapons, a second cock came out over the one he usually had, and his face changed completely. Now, it looked so much like a dragon, she was astounded.
He looked dangerous, lethal, not the kind of creature you would like to turn into your enemy.
“Why haven’t I seen any of you in this shape?” she asked, more curious than scared. He looked imposing and definitely incredible.
She couldn’t believe she had the hots for a dragon. Now, she was sure she had lost her mind.
“Because I asked them not to fly around town, while all of you got used to us.” He explained, with a huskier tone, as he ran his claws down his head, feeling a bit uncomfortable with her thorough inspection.
His platinum hair still fell down his back, and his eyes were still of the metallic gray shade.
“May I touch you?” she asked, too eager to feel his skin under her fingers to stay still.
“Yes, you can.” He closed the distance between them and kneeled in front of her chair.
Eleanor ran her hand down his cheek and along his snout, loving to feel the coarseness of the scales under her touch.
Brynjar closed his eyes, feeling his body reacting to her touch. He was so aroused he was having a hard time controlling his need for her.
She continued to explore his face, neck, and shoulders and he wasn’t able to hide from her how both his cocks were hard for her.
“You have two cocks.” It wasn’t a question. More like an exclamation of amazement.
“Yes, we used them to get our mates pregnant.” He explained.
“It only comes out in this form?” she asked, not sure she was comfortable with that idea.
“No, we only use this form when we’re in combat.” He replied, changing back to almost his usual self.
The wings were still there, as well as the scales, the claws and of course, both cocks.
“This is the form we use to mate.” He stated. His cocks were still hard, and that made her feel hot inside.
She needed him as much as he clearly needed her. But, she wasn’t his soulmate, so even if she mated him, he would never get her pregnant.
She cleared her throat. “Quite interesting.” She muttered.
“Does my drogon form bother you?” he asked her, locking his eyes with hers.
“No, of course not. Why should it?” she asked, with a slight frown. “You are amazing creatures, much more than I expected, believe me.”
He took her hands in his and kissed them.
“Thank you, that means a lot to me.” He murmured.
“You look a lot like a species we have always considered part of our myths: the dragons. I’ve never heard they were able to turn into a humanoid, like you, but other than that, you look a lot like them.” She explained. “They could breathe fire and burn all around them. They surely were fearsome creatures.”
He chuckled. “Well, I don’t think we’re that fearsome, but we can breathe fire as well.”
“Oh… could it be possible your people visited our planet? I always thought every myth had a root of truth.” She wondered, still caressing his shoulders.
“It’s not impossible, that’s for sure.” He nodded. “Will you allow me to fly you down to the beach?” he asked, with a wicked smile.
“Yes, I would love to.” she assured him.
He picked her in his arms and seconds later they were up in the air, flying down to the beach beneath them.
Eleanor wrapped her arms around his neck, with a confident smile, loving the whole experience.
He dropped her gently on the sand and went back up to pick up their things, including her chair and his clothes, but he didn’t put them on immediately.
It was obvious he had other plans in mind. He laid some sort of blanket over the sand and pulled her over it, making her lay down and nestling between her legs.
“I’m sure we can make a small pause before we start our beach exploration, don’t you think so?” he murmured in her ear, kissing and nibbling her lobes.
She chuckled but agreed with him at once, as eager as he was to have him.
He smiled, pleased and claimed her full lips with a fierce, passionate kiss, determined to fully reignite the fire that always burned between them.
And he was successful. Soon, they were both heaving and completely aroused.
For some reason, she found him even more attractive with his scales, claws, and wings and it didn’t take him much to have her moaning and sobbing, more aroused than ever. His cocks brushed her aching pussy, smearing themselves on her fluids and for a moment she feared the presence of the second cock. She supposed one of them would go in her back entrance, but she had never had anything there, and she had no idea how she would be able to take a cock like Brynjar’s.
He must have felt her tensing up in his arms because he stopped his kisses and looked at her in the eyes. “What’s the matter? Are you alright?”
“Yes… I am… it’s just…” she tried to explain, but she felt too embarrassed to put her worries into words.
“Are you uncomfortable? Does my look disgusts you?” he asked, with a frown, leaning his body on his elbows to have a better look at her face.
“No, why do you think that? That’s not the problem.” She protested.
“But there is a problem, then. Tell me about it.” He asked in a gentle tone.
Heat colored her cheeks, and she closed her eyes for a second.
“You have two…”
There was no need for her to say the word. His eyes went straight to where his cocks poked her pussy.
“You’re worried about my cocks.” It was a statement.
“I’ve never had… you know… so yes, it worries me a bit.”
He smiled, looking a lot more relieved.
“It will go in with no problem, believe me. I’ll prepare you for it.” He assured her.
There was so much certainty in his tone, she had no doubts. So far, he had never hurt her, and she was sure he would never, at least, not on purpose.
She nodded and allowed him to take her back to the pleasant world his caresses created.
He kissed her, deep, passionately for so long, any coherent thought in her mind fled out and all that mattered was him, and all that he conjured for her.
When his lips finally left hers, they drew a trail of fire down her neck to her chest and breasts, while his hands left no inch of her skin untouched.
With her arms wrapped around his neck, she moaned out loud and relished on the pleasure he gave her. Her fingers buried themselves on his platinum mane and ran wild through his head, neck, and shoulders, feeling the roughness of his scales underneath her fingers and loving it.
She could tell he loved to feel her caresses as well since he groaned and growled from time to time. That made her feel powerful, special and that was amazing.
After feasting on her breasts, he slid down to her eager pussy and with his fingers and tongue; he quickly guided her to her first orgasm.
Her body was still convulsing under the powerful waves of pleasure when he started to caress her pussy and her back entrance. She was so relaxed, so pleased, her body took the first and second finger he pushed in easily, even when he started to make scissoring movements to make sure she stretched enough to take him, using her own fluids and all of his precum to ease the process.
“You’re ready for me.” He assured her, rubbing her clit and pushing a third finger inside her.
“Yes, oh god, yes.” She moaned, feeling the fire of her passion being ignited again.
He kissed her full lips one more time, feeling his desire taking over; especially when her breasts bounced up with every breath she took. He wanted her so much, in every way he had to make a huge effort not to sink his fangs into the ivory skin.
He helped her flip sides and face the blanket before he pulled her hips up i
nto the air and prepared himself to take her.
When the time came for him to get her pregnant, he would have her facing him, but for now, this would have to be enough. It was too early for more.
Despite her initial fears, both his cocks entered her easily, and she let out a sob of sheer pleasure. It felt like nothing else.
Making love with him was always beyond any expectation she might have had, but this time, she had no words to describe how it felt to have him buried so deep inside her.
His growls of pleasure only added more to her own pleasure, and soon she was grasping the blanket, trying to make it last as much as possible, but quickly losing the battle against the waves of pleasure that wanted to wash her away to that fantastic world of bliss.
Brynjar couldn’t believe he was actually taking Eleanor in his drogon form. The pleasure rushing through his body was so potent, so strong; he thought he was going to lose control completely.
Thrust after thrust, he guided them over the edge, and when the whole world finally exploded around them, he expressed his pleasure with a loud growl he was sure was heard on the entire planet. Nothing had ever felt like that, he was sure of that; like he was sure mating her would be the best experience of his life.
They spent the rest of the day at the beach. Unlike earth’s oceans, the ones on this planet were of sweet water, and though he didn’t like the cold water, he took her to the water, to help her bathe and enjoy it.
“It’s not that cold.” She teased him. And for her, it wasn’t. Sure, it wasn’t warm, but it wasn’t freezing cold, like the waters of Seattle, where she grew up.
“Yes, it is.” And as if to emphasize his words he shuddered.
She chuckled. “Alright, you can leave me here and wait outside. I would love to take a swim. It’s been a while since I swam.” She asked, with a smile.
“Do you think is wise to swim in such cold waters?” he asked, not sure about leaving there, all alone.
“Yes, believe me, this isn’t that cold for me.” She assured him.
Reluctantly, he released her and allowed her to swim away from him. He walked back to the beach and watched her carefully from there, determined to be there for her, just in case.
They returned to the palace at nightfall and Eleanor was feeling tired, but extremely happy. It had been an amazing day.
Chapter Sixteen
And so were the following ones. Eleanor had never felt so happy in her life, and it scared her, a lot as if she wasn’t allowed to feel that happy and something was bound to happen to end her happiness.
The only cloud that threatened that happiness was a conversation she overheard between Brynjar and Colborn.
She was coming from the gardens towards his office, and she heard them talking in his office. Unwilling to interrupt them, she waited outside, but the door was open, and she overheard their conversation.
“So, basically you’re saying we would be putting a soulmate’s life in danger, trying the conversion,” Brynjar said, with a stern tone.
“Yes, since we have no proof this would actually work,” Colborn said his tone as stern as his king’s. “During the first mating, the male would have to take the woman’s blood and give her his own. That, by itself, is dangerous, since we have no idea how they would react to that, since they aren’t self-healing, like us.” He explained. “The male would have to repeat the same ritual on the second mating, what could weaken her even more, but the real danger would be on the third mating. The male would have to breathe his fire into her, through what the historical records call the kiss of life. If the first two stages don’t work as they should, the male would be burning her alive.”
There was an ominous silence after those last words before Colborn talked again.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m not willing to take that risk. I rather live a few years with her than risking her life that way.”
Eleanor didn’t stick around to hear Brynjar’s answer. She had no wish of being caught listening to their conversation. Besides, she needed some time alone to process what she had just heard. Why had Brynjar been considering a conversion? Had he found his soulmate? Or was he just investigating the possibilities for the males mated?
She did her best to forget about the whole business, sure it had nothing to do with her, but it wasn’t that easy.
Brynjar looked at his friend with a deep frown. “Yes, it’s too dangerous to take a risk. Either way, I would like you to keep investigating.”
“Yes, of course. I understand your position, and if the conversion was possible, I’m sure all of us would be more than willing to do it.” He assured the king.
Brynjar nodded, and after discussing a few more details, he dismissed the other man. The minute he was alone in his office, he walked towards the window and looked out, without really seeing the gardens outside. His mind was busy struggling with the knowledge he wasn’t going to be able to help Eleanor.
He loved her, the same, she was his other half, and there was no doubt whatsoever in his mind. His people might have trouble accepting that reality, but he was sure that after an initial period of adjustment, they would come to their senses and accept Eleanor for the amazing woman she was. And if they refuse to understand, he didn’t discard the possibility of handing the kingdom to his brother.
Despite his doubts and feelings about it, he was sure Haakon would be as good a king as he was, or even better. He was willing to do anything for her. It still amazed him how important she had become for him in such a short time.
Brynjar had provided her with the chair he had promised her, and now she was able to move around a lot easier, though he still insisted in assisting her each time she took a bath.
She had met the other women and Sasha several times, and she could tell they had adjusted to their new lives quite easily. She had never seen Sasha so happy before, that was for sure.
One afternoon, she was wandering through the gardens while Brynjar met with some of his councils when one of the servants brought her a communication device.
It was the school’s tutor, inviting her to visit the school once more, that afternoon. The kids had been asking for her so much he had surrendered to their requests and had decided to call her.
She accepted the invitation, happily and after sending a message to Brynjar, she headed to the school. It was a fantastic experience where she shared information on her planet to the kids, and they answered all of her questions about their lives.
It was a great time, and she loved it very much. By the time she left the school, the sun was going down on the horizon, and she speeded her chair. She knew Brynjar would be worried if she were late.
She had left the school a couple of minutes later when something hit her chair from behind, throwing her to the ground.
Startled, Eleanor rolled over, trying to figure out what had happened when a hideous voice sounded next to her.
“Don’t even try to move.” Eskol hissed.
Scared, she rolled away from him and surprisingly, her collar didn’t respond to his commands. Encouraged by it, she tried to get away from him as much as she could.
“So, those stupid drogons deactivated the collars. Good thing I can reactivate them.” He said, with a scornful scowl, as he strolled to where she was, taking out the small control from his pocket and punching a few buttons.
The collar responded immediately to his command, inflicting her so much pain, she sobbed and lay still.
He crouched next to her and grabbed her hair in his fist and pulled her face closer to his. “Why are you still alive, slut? Who has allowed you to live this long?” he snarled, shaking her head painfully with every word.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she sputtered, squirming with pain.
“I’m here to do what I should have done the minute those incompetents brought you to my vessel.” He said in the coldest tone she had ever heard, sending chills of dread down her spine. “But not before I make you pay for all that has happened to my l
ife ever since you appeared in it.”
“You can’t do this.” She grumbled and tried to escape his grip, but the pain was way too strong.
He let out a scornful laugh and picked her up to throw her over his shoulders, and quickly walking out of the palace’s premises. He had a vehicle waiting for them outside, in a secluded area and after he had shoved her inside, he tied her up, to prevent her from moving.
In no time, he was out of there, headed to God knows where.
Eleanor squirmed in her seat, trying to undo the knots holding her prisoner, but was impossible.
Back at the palace, Brynjar checked the time again. It was getting late, and Eleanor should have been back by now. With a bad feeling clutching his guts, he called the tutor that invited her to the school, and his worries only became bigger when he assured him she had left the school a couple of hours ago.
He even asked the man if something bad had happened, but the man assured him they had had a great time with her.
Deciding it was time to go look for her, Brynjar called a few guards, and after displaying their wings, they flew over the gardens looking for her. They had excellent night vision and even infrared vision that allowed them to find anything alive, no matter where it was hidden.
But this time, their searches were fruitless. Brynjar was about to call his men back to the palace when one of them warned him of a strange object under a bush.
He headed there with two of his man, and his worse fears were confirmed when he saw her chair on the ground.
They looked around the place, thoroughly, but she was nowhere to be found. She had been kidnapped. That was the only possible explanation for her disappearance.
He activated all the security procedures and summoned all of the human females back to the palace, including Rosalind, who was staying up in the mountains with his brother Haakon. He needed them in a safe place until he discovered who was behind Eleanor’s disappearance.
Asgar and Sasha were the firsts to arrive, and he could tell the woman was really worried about her friend.
Sasha was wearing a fake collar since Asgar had destroyed hers, to avoid problems with the rest of the women, and her fingers kept playing with it nervously.