A Drogons' Fate Epilogue: SciFi Alien Soul Mates Romance (A Drogons Fate Series Book 6)

by T. J. Quinn

  “I need more time, to find out a bit more about it before I even consider putting you through it,” he told her.

  “Alright… I can accept that. Just don’t wait until I’m old and gray,” she teased him.

  He chuckled. “I promise I won’t.

  She leaned over and claimed a kiss from his lips. “Let’s go back to your room,” she murmured against his lips.

  He smiled and got up, with her still in his arms and walked out of the office.

  “Ah, son… I was looking for you.” Jerrik’s voice sounded right behind them, and Haakon turned to look at his father.

  Rosalind could feel the heat coloring her cheeks and squirmed trying to get Haakon to put her down, to no avail.

  “Can it wait?” he asked, with a mischievous grin on his face.

  His father chuckled and nodded. “Yes, of course. Just don’t forget it.”

  “I won’t, promised,” he said, walking away.

  “What will your father think?” she murmured, mortified.

  “That I can’t keep my hands off you,” he said, with a naughty grin.

  She smiled and hit her face in the crook of his neck, loving to be in his arms and knowing how much he loved her.

  It only took him a few moments to get to his quarters at the palace and soon he was laying her on the bed and crawling in after her. Desire and passion burned in his eyes and she was sure hers showed the same.

  Passion had flared between them the moment they met and it had only grown stronger with time. In his arms, she only found pleasure and bliss.

  He leaned forward and claimed her lips in a deep kiss, his coarse tongue sliding inside his mouth, exploring every inch of hers, slowly stealing her breath away.

  She buried her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer, eager to feel every inch of his hard body pressed against hers.

  Kiss after kiss, their arousal reached the highest levels and seconds later he was taking their clothes away from their bodies, anxious to feel her hot skin underneath his touch.

  “I’ll never get tired of you,” he admitted through ragged gasps and she nodded.

  “Me neither.”

  He covered her face with sweet kisses as he traveled to her ears, and down her neck until he reached her breasts.

  Cupping them with both hands, he played with the round globes, kneading and caressing them, teasing the hard peaks until he captured one with his lips and the other one with his fingers. Kisses and pinches, nibbles and pulls combined to take her to paradise. She could tell she was getting wetter by the second and she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer.

  He chuckled and slowly scrolled down her belly to her aching pussy, spreading her folds wide. Soon, his lips joined his fingers and he licked her all over, relishing on her delicious essence. His tongue swirled around the whole pussy, and when it hit her clitoris, and she couldn’t hold back the loud cry.

  God, it felt fantastic. The coarseness of his tongue on her sensitive clit was simply incredible. Like nothing, she had ever experienced before.

  “What is it? Did I hurt you?” he asked her, startled.

  “No… God… no… just go on.” She was barely able to utter, her body still shuddering.

  “You mean doing this?” he asked, as he licked her clit a few more times.

  “Yes… oh yes…”

  He grazed the tip of his claw all over the small knob amazed with the pleasure he was giving her. “What’s this?” he asked, curious.

  “You don’t… know?” she asked, surprised.

  “Our women don’t have it,” he explained, drawing spirals with his sharp claw around it.

  “It’s main purpose… is to give… a woman… pleasure…” she explained, through ragged gasps.

  “So… touching it, caressing it and kissing it… gives you pleasure?” he asked, with a wicked grin on his face, as he rubbed it a bit.

  “Anything… will give me… pleasure,” she replied, moaning.

  “Thank you for sharing that information,” he said, with a wicked grin as he leaned down and licked her throbbing clit.

  Kisses, licks and nibbles were amazingly combined to make the orgasm building inside her explode with all its power. Blast after blast, send waves of pleasure through her whole body, turning her into a shivering mass of bliss.

  With one last lick, Haakon replaced his tongue with one of his fingers and while he kept rubbing it, he started to smear her juices all over her pussy and further beyond.

  His drogon was eager than ever and he needed to please it somehow. So, he pushed his finger inside her wet pussy, making sure it got covered in her fluids before he took it out and slowly pushed it inside her back entrance.

  Her body tensed up a bit at first, but his ministrations on her clit soon made her forget about the rest and he proceeded to do as deep as possible. Pleased he took the finger out, just to push two instead. He could feel his drogon unmasking, the scales running down his neck and across his shoulders and his fangs coming out. Between his legs, his second cock made its appearance, and he almost growled with need.

  Scissoring moves made him stretch a bit more and soon he was shoving a third finger inside her. She was ready for him, he could tell.

  He took his fingers out of her and rested his cocks on both her entrances. This was enough to call her attention and she raised her head.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, puzzled.

  “Making you mine,” he replied, with a naughty grin.

  “You… you have two cocks?” she asked, having trouble to believe her eyes.

  “Yes… in my drogon form…” he explained. “Does it bother you?” he asked, suddenly a bit worried.

  She shook her head. “No… not at all,” she assured him.

  He leaned forward and kissed her, putting all his passion on that single kiss, before he went back to take her, his finger back to playing with her clitoris. He wanted her wet and willing, as aroused as he was.

  He positioned both his cocks and slowly, he pushed them inside her, going in, inch by inch until he got deep inside her.

  By then, his need was so strong that he felt on the verge of losing control, but he struggled with himself and won.

  Grasping her hips, he started to thrust in and out of her, dragging her back to the path to paradise.

  Rosalind was still breathing hard, barely conscious after the huge orgasm he had conjured for her when she felt him playing with her back entrance. She had never been fond of anal sex, but with him, she was willing to try everything, to go wherever he took her.

  But still, it surprised her when she felt two cocks poking her entrances. Knowing he had to cocks was a bit of a surprise, but it aroused her a lot. She had no idea why, but the feeling was loud and clear as if it awakened some kind of primal instinct in her.

  When he started to push inside her, it felt so good; she thought she was going to die and go straight to heaven. She had never felt so filled, so owned, so part of him as she did in that moment. It was as if they had become one.

  She moaned out loud when he started to pound in and out of her, feeling another huge orgasm building up inside her.

  Moans and groans filled the room as pleasure and bliss crashed over them, dragging them over the edge into that fabulous world they summoned each time they were together.

  She was still swirling on the turmoil of pleasure, as he kept pounding deep inside her, pouring every single drop of his essence deep inside her, when she saw him lean forward and kiss her left breast.

  Before she could say or do anything, she felt his fangs burying themselves in her sensitive skin. She knew she should stop him, that it was his instinct acting, but she couldn’t. She wanted this too much. And so, she let him do it, as she lingered in the haze of pleasure.

  When he finally stopped and lifted his head to let out a growl of sheer pleasure, she smiled pleased.

  He had done it again. The pleasure had been so primal, so raw, he had finally lost control over his d
rogon and he had taken over him. Two tiny threads of blood still rolled down her breast, as if mocking his desire to delay the inevitable.

  “You should have stopped me,” he said, but there was no scold in his tone. He leaned forward again and licked the blood from her skin, closing the tiny holes and healing the skin.

  “I wanted you to,” she confessed.

  He gave her a self-deprecating smile. "I know." He took out one of his claws and cut his wrist with it. This time, he had to give her his own blood. Otherwise, he would be endangering her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, worried.

  "Remember what Colborn told us last time? If it happened again, I would have to give you my own blood,” he said, presenting his wrist to her.

  “I… I don’t think… it’s necessary,” she mumbled, not sure what to do.

  "Please… take it; you have to,” he asked her and she nodded, not sure why he wanted her to do it, but willing to do anything to please him.

  She took some of his blood, waiting to find the metallic taste of human blood, but his blood tasted a lot different, sweeter and definitely hotter. She took as much as he asked her too, letting her body fall on the mattress when she was done.

  He closed the wound in his wrist and lay down next to her. “How are you feeling?” he whispered in her ear.

  “I’m fine… more than fine… I feel wonderful,” she replied, and she wasn’t exaggerating. She did feel amazing.

  “Are you sure?” he insisted, clearly worried. “I want to know if you feel ill or dizzy again,” he demanded. “I shouldn’t have done it, especially while I was still inside you in my drogon form.”

  “Why, what’s the difference? She asked, curious.

  “Because what we just did is the first stage of the conversion,” he confessed.

  A thick silence fell between them as she assimilated his words.

  Why was he so against converting her? The demons of her insecurity reappeared and though she tried to fight them, it was impossible.

  Perhaps he wasn't sure about his feelings for her; maybe he wasn't sure she was his true soulmate. That would explain his reluctance in converting her. If she weren't the right woman, he would indeed kill her.

  “I’m sorry, I won’t let it happen again, so you don’t have to worry about it anymore,” she said, trying to keep her tone as normal and even as she could, as she jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

  He followed her. “What’s the matter?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

  She had taken a deep breath before she turned to face him. “Why are you so afraid?”

  “I don’t want to lose you.”

  “Why would you? Unless you’re not sure that I am meant for you. Perhaps you’re not sure I’m your real soulmate and that’s what makes you doubt,” she exposed in a cold tone.

  “No… how can you say that? There’s no doubt in my mind, heart and soul about who you are,” he replied, emphatic.

  “Then, why the doubt? The conversion will allow us more time together and it will prevent me from getting old and ill and eventually dying in fifty years,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “It’s dangerous and it scares me to fail you,” he admitted.

  “You won’t, Haakon.”

  He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head.

  “I love you and you mean the world to me,” he said, locking his eyes on hers. “But you’re right. We need to take the risk of converting you or I’ll lose you way too soon. And that’s exactly what I’m trying to avoid.”

  She cradled his face. "Sweet heart, everything will be alright. We'll be alright; you just need to have a bit more of faith,” she told him, with a confident tone.

  “I’ll do my best, I promise you,” he said, leaning over to kiss her.

  "So, why don't you tell me a bit more of the whole process?" she asked him when they were walking back to Brynjar's office.

  Jerrik was there waiting for Haakon.

  “It has three stages, all similar, except for the last one. According to what my brother told Colborn, the female loses consciousness at that point and the male must blow the breath of fire into her,” he explained. “This should ignite the conversion and if done properly, the female would come out of it as a drogon.”

  “This is the part that worries you most, isn’t it?” she asked, squeezing his hand a bit tighter.

  “Yes… if I fail, I would be burning you alive,” he admitted.

  “Why would you fail?” she asked him, furrowing her eyebrows. “That will never happen, you have to know that. I know this is new for all of us, but we have fate on our side, and everything will be alright,” she assured him.

  “I had lost hope in finding my soulmate. Things were getting worse faster than we thought possible and it seemed we were doomed to disappear,” he explained. “Seeing you that first time and knowing with all my heart and soul you were meant for me, was so surprising, so breathtaking, I needed a few seconds to recover my self-control.”

  She smiled, feeling warmness creep through her whole body. She had never thought she would find someone that would feel so deeply for her. Back on Earth, money and status seemed to be the only thing that mattered to men. One of the reasons she was alone when the Slythonians had abducted her.

  “That’s why I can’t bear the idea of losing you,” he concluded.

  “You won’t. I’ll make sure of that,” she promised him.

  They arrived at the king's office and Rosalind kissed him goodbye. She was going to meet her friend, Erin, while he was with his father.

  Chapter 2

  “Ah, Haakon, I was starting to think you had forgotten about me,” His father scolded him, from his chair, near the desk.

  “Sorry … I was delayed,” Haakon admitted, with a mischievous grin, as he took a seat in front of his father. “What’s going on? Where’s Brynjar?”

  “That’s the reason I called you here. Your brother decided to go away a few days with Eleanor. After all that happened, they need the time alone away from the palace,” His father explained.

  “Yes, I totally agree with him.”

  “Then you’ll agree with me that the planet needs someone on the throne,” His father continued.

  “Yes, of course. And I’m sure you’ll do fine, father,” he quickly replied, but his father was already shaking his head.

  “I’m too old for that. It’s time you help your brother,” His father rejected the idea. “I’ve heard Asgar is taking Colborn and his válkana to meet the Slythonians, but he won’t be long, so he’ll be able to help you with anything you need.”

  “I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?” he asked, with a self-deprecating grin.

  “You guess right.” Jerrik smiled. “And just to get you started, Fritjof and the other members of the council are waiting for you, to discuss a few things,” he informed, getting up and getting ready to leave the room. “Have fun.”

  Haakon laughed and got up as well. His father knew very well he had never wished to be in his brother’s shoes. He wasn’t cut out to be a king, that was for sure. His place was up there in the mountains.

  But he guessed he could play the role for a few days. Brynjar deserved a break, especially after all he had been through.

  Things with the alien soulmates were so new so out of the book; they had made mistakes typical of beginners.

  The whole council had agreed to keep the women’s collars on just in case they decided to act against their people. After all, they were aliens and despite the way they felt for them, it was their duty to put their people’s security first. After the incident with Sasha, they had deactivated the collars but hadn’t taken them off the women’s necks, as they had kept the nipple rings, considering them more decorative than anything else.

  Finding that they were tracking devices and that the Slythonians hadn’t warned them about it, made one wonder about their reasons to hide that information from them.

  Un
til the day Eskol had penetrated the planet’s atmosphere unspotted, they had never had a similar event and had never considered it even possible. Their reputation as ruthless warriors had always been enough to keep their enemies at bay.

  Though they had sophisticated technology, it was evident they had a lot to learn from the Slythonians, to prevent similar things from happening again.

  Eskol had been an expert slipping in on any planet he desired; he had been better equipped and better prepared than the drogons.

  Brynjar hadn’t been able to pick Eleanor’s scent from where they had found her slider abandoned. The Slythonian had been able to dissipate it and take her away without being seen by anyone.

  The council’s meeting that afternoon was exactly on that: how to improve their security measures to avoid attacks from enemies with more advanced technology than theirs.

  "Perhaps we should postpone this meeting until Asgar returns,” Haakon suggested as he took his place.

  “There’s no need,” Fritjof said as he pulled the room’s main screen up and turned it on. “Asgar is with us by video conference,” he explained.

  “Yes… I should have been there, but this mission was as important,” Asgar explained after he greeted the men present.

  “Of course, we understand.” Haakon nodded. “Do you have news for us?”

  "Yes. After Eskol's invasion, we've installed the new radars all over the planet, covering the whole surface,” Asgar told them. "But still, I'm not too confident. I took a tour through the Slythonian's vessel and I have to confess I have never seen most of the things I found on their vessel.”

  “Who provides them with this technology?” Haakon asked.

  So far, they considered the Slythonians commercial allies, since they were the best qualified to get them the women they needed. But, Zuvrak was too rich in natural resources as to not attract the worst kind of scum. They had to be prepared for anything.

  "No idea, but the Slythonians are traders. They would trade their own mothers if that meant profit,” Asgar said, with a scowl. He wasn't very fond of the lizards, as the women called them, but for now, they needed them.