by T. J. Quinn
“Hmm…” she moaned, arching her body to get closer to him.
“Good morning.” He whispered in her ear, allowing his hard cock to poke her buttocks, letting her know what he wanted.
She chuckled and moved even closer, rubbing her ass against his cock.
Though she had kept saying to herself all this time, she shouldn't allow him to make love to her again; a simple caress had been enough to make her forget all her good intentions. She had missed him a lot. That night had been the first one in a few; she had been able to sleep, because she was in his arms, safe. All her ghosts had stayed away, and she had been able to get some rest.
He kissed her cheek a few times before he made her lay down on her back, crawling on top of her, his cock nestling between her legs.
“I’ve missed you,” he murmured before he leaned down to claim her lips in a passionate kiss, determined to ignite her fire and steal her breath away.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, surrendering completely to the passion they shared and he deepened the kiss, happier than ever, while his hands cupped her round breasts, playing with her already hard nipples.
He wanted her on fire, just as much as he was. He wanted her to feel the blinding passion he felt for her, that erased the whole universe with a single blow, leaving just the two of them, entangled in their love.
Kiss after kiss, caress after caress, he guided her to paradise, feeling as his need for her grew inside him, taking control of his actions and dragging her with him.
His lips scrolled down her neck, straight to her breasts, where he combined caresses with kisses and pinches with nibbles until she arched her body towards his, eager for more, craving for it all.
This time, his lips continued their path down her body, until he reached her throbbing pussy. Spreading her legs, he exposed her wet entrance and her pulsating little nub he had noticed the other night. He pressed it and looked at her.
She moaned out loud. “What is this?” he asked, puzzled, caressing it again, and watching her moan once more.
“That’s… the clitoris…” she managed to utter.
“What is it for?” he asked, pinching it gently.
She let out a whimper. “To give pleasure.” She explained.
The smile on his face was wicked. “How nice.” He said, just before he leaned down and swirled his coarse tongue around it.
Gil Ra buried her fingers in his long, dark hair and pulled him closer to her, moaning and groaning as jolts of pleasure rushed through her whole body.
Colborn concentrated on her clitoris, licking, sucking and nibbling, loving her reactions, eager to give her all the pleasure he could. After a while, he thrust two fingers deep inside her and combining the thrusts with his caresses on her clitoris, until she finally came hard, her walls clenching hard around his fingers, her whole body shuddering under the powerful waves of pleasure as she sobbed out loud.
Only then, did he rest his cock at her entrance, seeking for his own release, feeling the drogon inside him struggling harder to come out and claim what was his.
But she wasn’t ready for that, and he wasn’t sure he would ever be.
He pushed his cock deep inside her with one single thrust, going all the way in, always amazed by her ability to stretch her walls to fit him perfectly.
In and out, he pulled her back to the road towards Paradise and together they flew over the edge and submerged into that ocean of pleasure and bliss they always conjured when they were together.
Colborn left her in bed sleeping and went back to his place to change clothes before he headed to the hospital to check on Eleanor. It was still dark, but he wanted to check on the woman to make sure she was alright.
He had just arrived home when he received a call from Haakon, the king’s brother, asking to see him. He accepted, and his friend flew all the way to his house. He wanted to know more about the conversion and Colborn told him the little he knew.
“What have you done?” Colborn asked after he explained things to the other man.
“My Drogon has taken control twice now.” He confessed.
“You’re mating her?” the disapproval in his tone was evident. Haakon should know better.
Haakon crossed his arms over his chest. “Have you met your soulmate, Colborn?”
“Yes, I have,” he admitted.
“And how’s it going keeping your claws away from her?” he asked, sarcastic.
Colborn sighed, lowering his head, as he remembered how hard it had been to keep his drogon at bay when he had Gil Ra in his arms. “Not well… I know. It’s not easy. But we know so little about them, it could be dangerous,” he defended his position.
“I’m aware of that,” Haakon let out a sigh. “I’ve taken her blood twice,” he confessed.
“With your fangs?” he asked, startled.
“Yes, with my fangs. I told you I lost control to my Drogon.”
“Were you in your full Drogon form?”
“No, only my fangs and claws came out,” he explained.
“That’s a good thing, but it can’t happen again,” he warned him. “If you take her blood once more, you’ll have to give her yours, and that will start the conversion process. Once started, you can’t stop. It would definitely kill her.”
“And how am I supposed to control that?” he grumbled. “I was only aware of what I was doing after it was done.”
“Why don’t you try and keep your hands off of her while we try to find more information?” Colborn suggested, sarcastically.
“And why don’t you ask me to get you the moon? It would be easier,” he replied, rubbing his eyes.
“Just try to stay in control. I’m sure it’s not easy, but you could put her life in danger if you slip once more.”
Haakon punched the wall next to him, frustrated. “Damn, there has to be someone that knows more about this.”
“I was told by an old woman that lives outside Hamarr, in the woods. She’s supposed to be a descendant of the soulmates the legends talk about,” Colborn informed.
“Why haven’t you gone to talk to her?”
“I haven’t had the time. I just found out about her a few hours ago,” he explained.
“Let’s go,” Haakon ordered.
“What? It’s dark outside, and you’re talking about a long trip, to the other side of the planet,” he protested.
“I don’t care.”
“I understand your urgency, but there’s no guarantee this woman actually knows what we want to know. If you’ve only taken her blood twice, then I’m sure you still have some degree of self-control over your emotions.” He said, trying to convince him to calm down.
“Yes, I thought I had. Now, I’m not sure,” he admitted.
“Allow me some time to find out exactly where we can find this woman and if she actually knows something of use.”
“Do I have a choice?” he asked, sardonic.
“No, not really,” his friend smiled, “Be patient, I’m doing all I can, and I have several people working for me. We’ll find an answer. Meanwhile, just be careful.”
“Yes, easier said than done, believe me.”
“I’m sure of that,” he nodded.
“Let me know the minute you have news.”
“I will, I assure you.”
Colborn grabbed his communication device and called the man he had working for him. "Hi… Sorry to wake you up, but I need you to see the woman in Hamarr, right away. We need the information as soon as possible. Take the fastest vessel you can find, because I need you back as soon as possible.”
“Sure thing. I’ll leave in a few minutes and keep in touch.”
He ended the call and headed to the shower; sure he was going to have a heavy day.
He was coming out of his room when Haakon arrived, this time with Rosalind with him.
“What happened?” he asked, surprised.
“She’s not feeling well,” Haakon explained, in a serious tone. “I n
eed you to check on her.”
“Take her to my office, down the hall. I have my scanners there.”
Turned out Haakon had taken a bit too much blood, and Rosalind was feeling weak and dizzy. Colborn suggested keeping her under observation at his place, and he warned Brynjar he would be staying home, with Rosalind, since Eleanor was stable.
He also gave him the news. “I’ve sent one of my men to go meet a woman that might know more about the conversion process. This might be what we need to save Eleanor.”
“Very well. Let me know the minute you discover anything that might help us.”
“I told him to go as fast as he could. It should only take him a few hours.” He informed, ending the call.
He decided to call Gil Ra and check on her. It was evident he wasn't going to be able to visit her that day. He found her already working.
“Are you sure you should be working?” he asked her a bit worried.
“I’m fine, I assure you.” She replied in a soft tone.
“I won’t be able to visit you today. Things got a bit complicated.”
“Don’t worry about that. We’ll have time later.” She assured him, but he wasn’t sure he liked her tone.
They chatted a bit more before he ended the call. He needed to take her home and spend more time with her, to see if he was able to make her open up to him and share her problems with him.
His man called him at night. “I’m sending you a report with the most relevant things the woman told me along with the audio.” He explained. “I’ll be spending the night here and head back to the capital tomorrow in the morning.”
“Thank you, report to me when you get here.”
He checked the report immediately, and after taking a look at Rosalind, he went to the hospital.
“Tell me, what the woman told your man?” the king asked as soon as he set foot in the room.
“She assures the ritual works. She claims to descend from a human that was converted, while our people had first arrived here from our original planet.” He informed.
“Can we believe in her?” he asked.
“I don’t know. My man says she seemed sure of what she was saying and had a lot more details on the whole process than we had, but it’s still a risk.” He admitted, in a stern tone, while he checked on Eleanor, with a frown.
“How’s she doing?” he asked, sounding worried.
“The meds are the only thing preventing her from bleeding out. The minute we suspend treatment, she’ll start bleeding again.” He informed.
Brynjar rubbed his face. “Can we wait a while longer to see if she gets a bit stronger?” he asked, looking at Colborn.
“Yes, so far she’s stable. I’m getting some fluids into her body to prevent dehydration, so she should be alright for now.” He assured while he checked on her vitals.
“Then we’ll wait.”
Colborn nodded, looking at his friend. “You need to get some rest.” He scolded him.
“I won’t leave her side.” The king replied, in a determined tone.
“She won’t wake up.”
“I don’t care.”
“Allow me to bring a bed here, then. You could at least rest next to her,” he suggested, with a slight frown. “You’ll need all of your energies, of you, decide to go through the conversion.”
The king nodded, and Colborn went out to take care of the details.
Chapter Ten
The following morning, he returned to the hospital and discussed the conversion with the king. It was his soulmate only possibility of survival, and though Colborn had been the first detractor of the whole idea, he now admitted it was the woman’s only chance.
The King finally accepted, and after they had discussed the details, Colborn left them alone, going straight to see Gil Ra. He wanted to be alone with her, while they waited for the outcome of Eleanor’s conversion.
He found her in her workroom, still working.
“I knew I would find you here.” He said, with a tired smile.
“Hi… you look tired. What’s going on?” she asked, stopping what she was doing.
He entered the room and took a seat next to her, explaining the whole thing to her. “Does that mean Eleanor is the king’s soulmate?” Gil Ra asked, a bit surprised. She had always thought that the whole story of the soulmates was nothing but a way to seduce the women and make them more pliable to the Zuvrakians intentions.
“Yes, she is. The king is devastated, and I’m sure he’s terrified of the possibility that something might go wrong.” He admitted.
“Do you mean that she could die?” that startled her.
“Yes… most of what we know about the alien soulmates and the conversion comes from legends and hearsay. We don’t have proofs that this actually works.” He confessed rubbing his forehead.
“Then why even try it?” she asked, with a frown.
“Because that’s her only chance of survival. Eskol destroyed her body. There’s massive internal damage.” He explained.
“You never told me what happened to that filthy rat.” She said, expressing all her rage.
“Brynjar burst him into flames.” There was an apparent satisfaction in the man’s tone.
“How did he do that?” now she was astonished.
Colborn realized he had talked too much. “Well, you know we are drogons, right?” he asked.
“Yes, I believe the King mentioned that, but he didn’t give us many details on the subject.” She nodded. “So, I really have no idea what means.”
“We’re shifters. We turn into drogons when we go into battle or whenever we need.” He explained a bit further.
“But… what’s a drogon?”
Colborn took a deep breath. This was probably a huge mistake, but he couldn’t go back.
He got up and took off his clothes before he slowly changed into his half drogon form, allowing his leathery wings to display on his back. His black claws grew a lot more, his brownish scales came out down his neck, shoulders, the top of his chest, and his fangs showed up in his mouth. But what surprised her the most was the other cock that grew up over the one he already had.
“We use this form when we want to fly or mate.” He explained, allowing her to see all of the changes.
“Two… two…” she failed to say the word, suddenly red as a beet.
He chuckled, as both his cocks throbbed. Just looking at her was enough for his body to react. “Yes, two cocks.” He confirmed.
“And you say this is the form you use to mate?” she asked, swallowing hard.
“Yes… that’s right.”
“It’s your half drogon form? What’s your full form?” she asked, curious.
“Are you sure you want to see that?” he asked, doubtful.
“Yes, of course.”
He sighed and allowed his body to shift fully.
His whole body was completely covered by the scales, including his cocks, that gave some sort of protection. His claws grew, even more, becoming deadly weapons, a tail showed up between his legs, long, powerful and deadly. And his face changed so much; she wasn't sure she would recognize him. In front of her, there was a dragon, like the ones she had heard of on the legends of her people.
“You’re a dragon.” She muttered, astonished.
“A drogon.” He corrected.
“No… I mean a dragon. Our legends talk about creatures just like you.” she explained. “Are you sure your people have never been to our planet?”
“No… I can’t be entirely sure of it.” He admitted, thinking about what the woman on Hamarr had said.
“It’s amazing.” She got up and walked towards him, fascinated. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes, of course.” He nodded with a smile, though it looked a bit strange on his drogon face.
She ran her fingers down his chest, loving the way his scales felt. He was an astounding creature, clearly strong and powerful and surely not someone you would want as your enemy.
“You ca
n breathe fire, right? That’s how the king killed Eskol.” She said, finally understanding.
“Yes, that’s right.” He nodded.
“And you can fly.” She was thrilled.
“Yes, I can fly. I flew you here the other day when I found you in the garden.” He explained.
“Oh… I missed that.” There was sorrow in her tone.
It was night outside, so, on an impulse, he picked her in his arms and carried her out, flying into the night.
She let out a small cry of excitement, wrapping her arms around him, as he took them through the gardens and back to her workroom.
“Thank you, that was exciting.” She said, as he changed back to his usual form and put on his clothes. “Why haven’t you told us about this before?” she asked, intrigued.
“We thought it might scare you. You had been through enough, with the abduction and the time under the Slythonians control.” He explained.
“Well, yes, I guess I understand that.” She nodded and sighed. “When will we know if the conversion worked?”
“I’m not sure, but the whole ritual takes time.”
“You should get some rest then.”
“I want to stay with you.”
Gil Ra looked at him and realized she couldn’t push him away. Not tonight, at least.
She had been considering asking the king to find her another tutor since she didn’t want anyone getting attached to her in any way, but she hadn’t had the opportunity. But even if she had, she wouldn’t have been able to leave him alone that night. He looked as if he needed comfort and she could give him that.
“Let’s get you something to eat and then we can get some rest.” She suggested, taking him by his arm.
“That sounds like a great plan to me.” He accepted, kissing her lips. “We can order the food in your room.”
“Perfect.” She smiled at him and led him towards her room.
She decided she was going to enjoy all the time she could with him.
She had finished all of the clothes she had promised and had saved on the screen a lot of drawings and patterns she was sure Olaf or any other person could easily use if they wanted to, so nothing was holding her back. It was time to silence her demons, once and for all.