“Wait,” I say, speaking soft to avoid alarming anything that might be hiding.
Favoring my good leg heavily, I take my lochaber off my back and use it for support. The wind howls outside accented by the sound of sand blasting against the stone walls of the house. Making my way to the first dark corner I stab into it with the blade of my lochaber ready for anything. Swinging it side to side until I’m satisfied nothing is hiding I repeat the action at each spot until I’m certain the house is safe. Only then do I return to Sarah.
“Clear?” she asks, shouting to be heard over the wind.
“Yeah,” I answer.
Sand blows in the open door, piling up just over the threshold. The open square is protected by buildings on all side so it’s not coming in with force, nothing like what is happening beyond the safety of the house walls but it’s annoying so we go to the back taking shelter behind one of the half walls. Sarah rummages up pieces of wood from around the place, piling them up and I use my glands to light a fire for us.
The soft flickering of the orange and yellow light accents her face. Her eyes dance in the firelight with a life that makes my heart skip a beat. She is so perfect and beautiful. Nothing in the world compares to her. A warm, tingling sensation races out from my core through my limbs. Outside the storm rages but here, together, we’re safe, for now.
“Turn around,” Sarah says, standing before me with her hands on her hips. Instinct says no but one look at her face and I turn without a word.
“It’s fine,” I say.
“Oh Drosdan,” he says, her voice heavy with concern. “We don’t have enough water to clean this.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I say. “I’ll heal.”
“With sand in all your wounds!” she says.
Looking at her over my shoulder a drop of moisture runs down her cheek. Turning I wipe it away with my thumb. She shakes her head side-to-side as another drop falls from her eyes. She throws her hands up in the air as more drops fall. Pain stabs deep into my heart that and it feels like its breaking. Climbing to my knees I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tight and kissing her, wanting nothing more than to take her pain away.
11
Sarah
“Oh, Drosdan,” the words catch in my throat looking at his back.
His poor wings are nothing but tiny cuts coated with blood, dirt and sand. My stomach clenches tight.
“It’s nothing,” he says again, grunting.
“I have to clean the wounds,” I tell him.
“I told you we don’t have enough water,” he says, looking over his shoulder at me. “It will be fine.”
The storm continues to rage outside the walls of our shelter. An unending roar that fades to almost a white noise, it’s so constant. Helplessness hits me in a wave that makes my knees weak. Drosdan grabs me before I can fall. The wave passes as quick as it came, leaving me shaken. What is wrong with me? I’m stronger than this.
“I’m fine,” I say, straightening, but he doesn’t let me go.
Looking into his eyes, the bulk of him surrounding me, I become acutely aware of our bodies touching. My nipples stiffen, rubbing against the rough fabric of my shirt almost painfully. His lips, so full, inviting, calling to my own. Slowly, as if time crawls, pausing as each second ticks by and we move closer, I rise up. As our lips touch, molding one to the other, the fire in my core explodes, raging through me.
He hooks his hands under my ass, lifting me up to him, our lips never parting. The taste of him is exotic, enticing, a tangy spiciness that I can’t get enough of. Parting my lips, I dart my tongue out and lick them, leaving my tongue tingling. As he lifts me, my nipples drag across the scales of his chest even through the fabric, eliciting an unexpected moan. One of his hands moves up my back and entangles in my hair as we continue our kiss.
Butterflies dance in my stomach, and cold chills run down my arms, every hair standing on end. He molds my body against the hard muscle of his chest, while the bulge in his pants digs into my stomach, calling to me. He turns, pressing me between him and a wall. Running my fingers through his hair, I dart my tongue out, tasting his lips, and his tongue seeks out mine. As they touch, my heart skips, and I gasp. Pinning me with his waist to the wall, his hands are free to roam up and down my thighs, leaving trails of fire in the wake of their passage. His massive erection pushes hard against my pussy. The pressure on my clit is overwhelming.
He drives his tongue past my lips, penetrating my mouth vigorously, in the same way I want his cock to penetrate me lower, past my more delicate lips. His tongue explores my mouth, dancing with mine, and as it thrusts in and out of my mouth, his hips move back and forth, rubbing in and out against the pounding need between my legs. I moan into his mouth, desire taking over and pushing out all other thoughts. Running my hands over his massive, bulging chest muscles makes my fingers tingle, electric. The edges of his scales are rough, but each one individually is smooth as glass. It’s an intriguing dichotomy that delights my senses as I move my hands over them.
Our tongues wrestle as his hands top my thighs, and he slowly drags them up my sides to the undersides of my breasts. My nipples throb as he moves closer to them, begging for attention. He slips his hands under my blouse, touching my bare skin. Heat flushes from that point of soft contact. Groaning, I thrust my hips hard against him, causing his massive erection to move against my clit. Pleasure explodes in response, blinding me with its intensity.
Hands cupping my breasts his thumbs flick my nipples creating a new explosion of pleasure that rocks my world. His tongue doesn’t stop as his hands work my tits and his hard cock rubs up and down through the layers of fabric still teasing my clit.
He clasps his hands on my tits, breaks our kiss, and then his lips and tongue tease their way across my cheek and down my shoulder to my collarbone. Throwing my head back, I drink in the sensation of his attention. His rough tongue leaves goosebumps in its trail as he works his way across my exposed skin.
His hands work my breasts as he kisses across my shoulder, then he grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head. As my breasts fall free between the two of us, the nipples graze across his chest, and I cry out in surprise and pleasure. He grabs my ass and lifts me up higher, holding me there easily. Taking each nipple in his mouth he lavishes the care of his rough tongue on them. The hard points overload with his attention. My hands twine in his hair, pulling as sensation overloads me.
He moves back and forth between my tits, never leaving one for long before returning to it. I drive a hand down between us and into my pants. Finding my throbbing clit I rub and tease it while his tongue works my nipples. He pulls me tightly against him, turning us, and then lowers himself to his knees. He gently lays me down onto the ground, his hands loosen my pants and slide them off. When I reach for his pants, he catches my hands in one of his, and then moves them somewhat roughly over my head, holding them there easily. He’s between my legs, leaving me exposed. His eyes drift over me, filled with gleaming lust as he looks me up and down.
As his eyes drift to my intimate parts, I feel suddenly self-conscious. I haven’t ‘groomed’ in over a year, and it’s more than obvious. There hasn’t been time or opportunity since the wreck of the ship for such self-care.
Holding my arms over my head, he lowers himself to me and kisses me. Pushing aside my self-doubts, I give myself to the kiss. It’ll be fine; sex is sex.
He kisses my cheek, then down my neck. As he passes lower, the doubts return in full force. He’s passing my breasts and kissing down my stomach. I try to push them aside, try to control them, but I can’t. As he lowers himself between my legs, I pull his hair, stopping him. He looks up at me, confusion on his face, and all I can do is bite my lip and shake my head no.
“What’s the matter?” he asks.
“I’m…” I can’t say the words, my face flushes hot.
He climbs back up, holding himself over me, staring into my eyes.
“What is it Sarah?” he asks.
“I need to… trim,” I say, forcing the words out at last.
He nods, kisses me, and then climbs to his feet. He goes over to his pack and begins digging in it. He gets out a bowl, the water bottle, and then a small blade. Sitting up, a cold chill forms in my stomach, and I pull my knees up to my chest. He pours water in the bowl, then places it on top of the fire.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He looks at me and smiles.
“As you wish,” he says.
He takes the bowl of water off of the fire and sets it over next to me. Kneeling in front of me with a small blade in his hand, he stares into my eyes. I don’t know what to do or say. He smiles, reaching out with his free hand, touching my face.
“Drosdan,” I say, not sure what I’m going to follow his name up with.
“Trust me,” he says, voice soft, smiling.
His fingers trace along my jawline, and my heart stops pounding as he does. A calmness comes with his touch, and in that moment I give myself to him fully. Relaxing, I let go of my knees and open my legs to him. He sets to work. There’s a level of trust I’ve never imagined myself giving to anyone. He uses the warm water to wet everything then the knife moves in his steady hand. A small part of me screams as he approaches my delicateness with a sharp blade, but I shut that ignorant primal part of my mind down. His hand is steady, smooth, and careful.
He works quickly, or so it seems, trimming with seamless strokes. He’s close, so close I feel his hot breath. It’s erotic and arousing in strange ways. He’s so close to me, more than just oral, he’s inspecting, working carefully. His thumb moves over my lips checking the quality of his work. Looking up from between my legs, he sets the knife aside and smiles as he moves closer and closer. I’m soaking wet and ready as he drops lower, then his hot tongue drags from the bottom of my opening to the top.
A shudder races through me and I gasp. My heart rate triples, and instinctively I grab his hair. He moans into me, and a new shudder races up my spine as his warm breath passes across my wet lips. His tongue drives through my soft folds, exploring every delicate piece. His attention is so complete, so full, I lose myself to the sensations of his pleasuring. In and out he drives his tongue, impossibly deep into me, swirling and moving in ways that feel impossible. The sensations are overwhelming. My core tightens until almost of their own accord, my hips are bucking up into him, driving him deeper into me.
Pulling back, he traces the edges of my lips on each side, then drives his tongue through until it is pressing hard against my clitoris. The roughness of his tongue on my sensitive nub pushes me over the edge. Crying out my pleasure, hands knotted in his hair, I scream his name and thrust into him. He grabs my ass, holding me tight against him, moving his head up and down. Muscles contract, my throat clenches tight, my back arches, and shudders take over as the orgasm rages through me. As it passes, I relax into his hold, and the last shockwaves race through until I’m jelly in his arms where he holds me up by my hips.
Gently he lays me down. My breath slows as my heart rate returns to normal. He hovers over me, watching, waiting for it to pass with the patience only an attentive and conscientious lover could have. He’s in no hurry to claim his pleasure now that he’s given me mine. Touching his face, I trace his full lips with my fingers, pushing my index past them into his mouth, tracing his teeth. His tongue darts out, licking my finger, and I moan. My free hand runs through his hair while my index explores his mouth. Holding himself up with one arm, he frees the tie of his pants with the other and pushes them down. Looking down across myself, I get my first view of his cock as his pants drop away.
I’ve known about the Zmaj cocks for a while but haven’t seen one myself. Even from what the other girls have said, I’m thinking that Drosdan’s cock is as impressive as his overall size is, in comparison to the other men. It’s huge, and I do mean huge—with a solid guess he’s bigger than most of the other Zmaj in this way too.
I don’t think I could encircle it in both my hands even without the ridges. I know my body will adapt to it, after all a woman’s body is made to push out babies, which are as big as a watermelon, and he’s not that large. We’ll just have to take it slow, something I know that Drosdan would do anyway.
He sucks on my finger in his mouth while I take my other hand out of his hair and run it down, across his body, to find his cock. Touching it lightly, I stroke the soft underneath of it. It jumps up at my touch, somehow becoming even stiffer. My smile grows, seeing his cock react to me. A warm, fuzzy sensation spreads across me as I continue to stroke it with a delicate touch. He moans around my finger that he’s still sucking on, and he takes my left tit in his hand and circles the hard nipple with his thumb. As his thumb passes over my erect nipple I gasp then groan. Electrical sensations racing out from that sensitive point.
His hips rock forward then back a little, pushing down then pulling back from my touch. His eyes are closed, his head tossed back, and his tongue strokes my finger in his mouth. Gripping his cock the best I can, I pull forward, guiding him towards my waiting wetness.
He moves with my pull until the head of his massive member is at my opening, ready to penetrate. Letting go of his cock I press hard against my clit and rub fast circles. Desire roars to life as I touch myself and my body responds. Wetness forms on my delicate lips, making me better prepared for his girth.
Grabbing the head of his cock, I hook my hand behind the first ridge on the top and use it as a grip to pull him forward. Even the head of his cock stretches me as it passes my outer lips.
“Ah!” I gasp as it penetrates, pushing aside the delicate parts and forcing me to expand to accommodate it.
He stops instantly, eyes opening, pulling my finger out of his mouth.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
Biting my lower lip, I nod. The sensation is too much for me to form words around. It’s pleasure with a hint of pain and so overwhelming, so much what I want and need, I can’t process it logically. He holds himself, not moving, until at last I push my hips towards him, forcing him deeper.
The first ridge reaches me and my body stops him from progressing. Pausing I let it adjust and he waits, leaving me in control. Panting, sensations rushing through me in waves followed by waves, my body shifts and accepts his girth. Once that settles, I push forward. The ridge passes into me, and my pussy expands. Nerves that have never been touched are set alight with the fire of sensation and pleasure. A warmth of blood rushes through my core, then overloads thought with blinding pleasure. Distantly I hear myself crying out his name but it’s like that’s another person making those sounds. I’m surrounded by pleasure and sensation. A universe of color that claims me separate from my body.
Instinct, primal and pure, takes over as I take his huge cock with its ridged top deep into my body. Eventually it hits the bottom, and only that stops him from claiming me. I give myself to him in ways I never imagined possible. Our bodies joining as one as we find a rhythm together. He moves in and out as I rise and fall from him. Merging our bodies into one, pleasure joining us at the hips and more.
His lips find mine and we kiss. Up and down, in and out, we fall into each other over and over. Losing myself in the beats of the motion. His hearts beating against my chest, falling into time with mine. Our breaths match each other, growing faster as we both build to a new climax.
He thrusts in again and holds.
“SARAH-H-H-H!” he screams, a hissing to the end of my name as he drags it out holding himself deep inside my eager pussy.
As he pumps his seed inside me, I grip him tightly, holding myself against him, moaning with the force of the orgasm ripping through my own body.
At last I collapse to the ground, and he lies down on top of me, breathing heavily. His soft kisses pull me back to the world, along with the touch of his hands running through my hair. As I become aware, his
beautiful eyes stare into mine, and I return his kisses. His cock softens inside me as we lie there together, holding each other.
Our first time was more than I ever imagined.
He pulls his soft cock out, and I know what’s coming next. I’m ready for it as his secondary cock rises to the occasion.
12
Drosdan
My arm is numb. When I move to stretch, Sarah murmurs softly. Her head rests on my shoulder, and she shifts, one hand moving across my chest and throwing a leg across me. Reaching with my free arm, I grab the blanket and pull it over us. The air is cool, for Tajss at least. Watching her chest rise and fall with even, regular movement, a swelling starts in my chest and expands until it feels like I’ll explode. A lightness fills me, an airy, strange sensation that radiates from a glowing warmth deep inside my core. My inner dragon hums with satisfaction, knowing that my treasure has accepted me. She is mine as I am hers. We are as it should be.
Nothing could feel better than her in my arms.
The storm is over. There is no sound except that of her breathing. Her heart beats against my chest, slow and steady, thumping strong against me. Thoughts flit through, things I should do, concerns and worries about what comes next but I push all of that aside. This moment, right now, here with her, everything is perfect. Everything else that is to come will be there when it is there.
It takes an effort of will to quiet thoughts of the future, but once I do the quiet settles over me. Closing my eyes, I focus on the sensation of her. The points of contact between our bodies are warm, and her soft skin is so enticing. So different than a Zmaj female, who would also be covered with scales, as I am. Her breasts, so open, boldly thrusting out to the world as all the human females’ do, are an endless sense of wonder to me. A Zmaj female’s breasts are covered with protective plates and are only exposed for feeding children.
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