by Sy Walker
I felt like I was flying and I looked around to see that I could see for miles in either direction. There was a sense of freedom with flight. I was not trapped in the body of man anymore. I flapped my wings and I turned to see that my lover Drake was there with me every step of the way. He showed his true dominance with the fire that he spewed across the sky. That would prove to anybody that was looking that he was a force on to himself.
I twisted and turned in the air, skimming over the treetops and daring myself to try different and dangerous maneuvers. I saw the townspeople looking up. I knew what they were feeling, because I had been on the other side of all of this. To see a dragon moving with the grace of a bird was something that a lot of us had fantasized about in one form or another.
I heard his voice in my head “Little one, you have a lot to learn. You’re going to be the heir to the throne of the dragon shifter empire. You have a legacy to live up to and I will teach you all that there is to know about your heritage.” I heard everything that was being said and then suddenly I opened up my eyes to see him lying on top of me. I thought that he was going down on me, but he was listening to a new life that had begun to grow. He was talking to it like it already had a mind of its own. “Your father and I are waiting to welcome you into this world. It will be scary at first, but you do not have to fear anything with the both of us protecting you.”
I was impressed and I could tell that he was going to be a remarkable father. There was something in his compassion and the way that he gave his assurance that made me believe that our child would be unharmed in any way. “I was having this wonderful dream of flying. I heard your voice. Imagine my surprise when I wake up to find you listening to my belly.”
He got up and reached out with his hand, so that I could take it. He had clothes laid out for me. I don’t know where he got them and there was no point in asking such a foolish question. It was obvious that he could probably get his hands on just about anything with the power that he oozed from every pore.
“We have a meeting with your father. I do hope that you can be convincing. He needs to know that your destiny does not lie within the English hierarchy. You have been committed to this life and to the life of our child. He will need both of us to rear him in the ways of both of our people. He will learn that prejudice cannot be tolerated. Bigotry and mistrust can be overcome with tolerance.” I actually found that it was a good idea that I be there for the developmental years of our child. Drake was right. It would be a good thing that he saw both sides of the story. He would learn to immerse himself into both cultures and with that he could make an informed decision about how he was going to live his life.
“I know my father and I can tell you that he’s not going to be very happy about any of this. He’ll feel betrayed and that you did this on purpose to make your own personal statement. I’ll try to make him see that this is best for everyone.”
“By the way, the dream of flying is really not you. It has been the same thing for anyone that we’ve been intimate with. The child starts to imprint itself on your mind. You’re seeing what he is going to experience, once he has emerged from the prison inside you.” I was dressed and I was just buttoning up my vest, when he changed. I could see this large shadow looming behind me. I turned and if this was my first time seeing this, I probably would’ve been shaking in my boots.
“I don’t think that I will ever get used to seeing you like that.” I was worried that the child would be some monster, but he had already told me that that would not be the case. He would be born, as a human baby and then he would slowly shed that skin. He would turn into the shifter that he was supposed to be. I had no idea that they were not capable of shifting, until after the second year of living as a human. “I’ve always known that I was destined for something bigger than myself. I thought that I was meant to take over where my father left off, but maybe I can do things differently.”
We were in the air and I was lucky that the clothing that I was wearing were bulky. They hid the fact that I was with child. I really didn’t want my father to find out, until I was damn good and ready to tell him.
We saw the castle getting closer and we flew right into a window that was wide open. I would have to assume that my father had told him that that would be the best way to enter without any of the fanfare.
He was sitting there in full armor, looking menacing, but at least he wasn’t wearing the helmet. The metal gloves were sitting to the side of the table. I think this was a scare tactic to make Drake realize that war was inevitable.
“I’m glad to see that you are still alive. I was worried that Drake was going to bring you in, as nothing, but a husk of your former self. You don’t look any worse for wear. You do look a little green around the gills, but I think that flying might do that to you.” Drake pulled back a chair for me, so that I could sit down, as gingerly as I could without calling attention to myself.
“Your son and I have been getting to know each other. I have to tell you that you’ve made these negotiations more difficult than they have to be. I thought that I was going to have to hurt your son to get you to realize that fighting us is useless. I believe that I have found a better way.” He was looking towards me and I had this funny feeling that he wanted me to be the one to drop the bomb shell.
“Father, you may have suspected over the years that I have not had an interest in women. I’ve tried my best, but they are not for me. I’m hoping that this doesn’t make me some kind of disappointment in your eyes. I will be returning with Drake, as he is the one for me. You might think that that is disgusting, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. I don’t know how quite to say this, so I’m just going to come out with it. I’m pregnant with his child and together, we will ring in a new era of understanding.” He had turned white like that of a ghost. He pounded his hands down onto the table, before getting up to face us.
He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn’t get the chance. The shock of learning that I was gay was bad enough. Add to the fact that I was pregnant and it was too much, his body instantly suffered from a heart attack. He did not suffer, but I did feel bad that the shock was too much for him to handle. I tried to revive him, but after 20 minutes, Drake was the one that had to finally drag me away from his body.
I announced to the people the tragic news. It was not all that surprising to see that there weren’t too many that were affected by it. I think that there was a sense of relief. I didn’t tell them about Drake. We would rule together and eventually after the seeds were sown we would finally come clean with everybody.
After the funeral and issuing in a new regime, I found Drake inside my bedroom within the walls of the castle. He was lying there naked; glistening in what I could only assume was some kind of oil. He patted the bed sheets and I walked towards him, while stripping off my clothes to show him the product of our love. He was beaming with pride and his cock was stretching beyond his crotch like a scepter of power that I had to grab onto.
“I know that this has been very hard on you and your father’s death was quite sudden. I just want to take this moment to tell you that I’m going to be here with you. We will raise this child inside this castle. On his second birthday, we will reveal to the masses that our two kinds can live in harmony.” This was something that was long overdue.
I moved to lie beside him and this time he was showing me the kind of man that he really was. “This has been like some kind of fairytale and nightmare all rolled into one.” He kissed me deeply, while slipping his tongue in between my lips. His hands roamed over my body taking particular attention on the lump that was now quite noticeable in my belly. “You make me feel like there’s nothing that can hurt us.” His mouth tickled my skin and made the hairs rise on my arms with the shivers that he was causing to go down my spine.
He opened my legs with his hands and then the dragon itself came to the forefront. His wings expanded the length of the room. He hovered in the air with his mouth very close to the object o
f his desire. He inhaled the first few inches into the hot cavern of his dragon lips. I lifted my entire body into the air with my legs and my arms being the only thing that were keeping me from falling back onto the soft and comforting feel of the mattress.
His mouth was ravenous, hungry to taste me. His tongue was doing these tricks that caught me quite by surprise. “There’s nobody better than you, Drake. This is the life that I was meant to have with my lover. I’ve been coveting this moment for some time. I knew that you were out there, but I had no idea that you were going to be…be…a dragon shifter.” I knew my body well enough to know that it was close to that moment of ecstasy. I was trying my best to withstand the feel of his hot little digit making my body melt underneath his oral ministrations.
His mouth was mine and I knew that days would turn into years very quickly. I was going to have to make the most of our time. I would surely die an old man long before he did.
“I don’t know if you’re going to believe this, but this almost seems natural. The way that you do that has my cock ready to explode. Please…for god sakes slow down and let me enjoy this. You don’t have to be in a…HURRRRYYYY. I strangled on that last word, feeling like I was flying and knowing that that was not possible. I could only imagine that it was the child within that was making me feel that way.
I looked down to see the loving way that he was swirling his tongue around the top. That was a very sensitive area and the way that he was flicking at it was a good way to get exactly what he wanted. He popped my knob in and out of his mouth repeatedly and without mercy. The color of my cock had this maroon pigment that all, but signaled that I wasn’t going to make it. My hands gripped the sheets and I turned my head to the side, but still able to keep my eyes open. There was no way that I wanted to miss the way that his mouth would puff out with the amount that was currently stored within me.
Drake was not taking any prisoners. He wanted me to get off and he was damned and determined to make it happen. There were no preliminaries and the only kind of foreplay was the kiss that had ignited the fire below. I tried, but it was an effort in futility to keep this from him. Drake was not a man that was used to delay gratification. I wanted to show him that I was capable of surprising him. I could see in his eyes that he was visibly impressed by how hard I was fighting this every step of the way. This man had come into my life and showed me that I didn’t have to settle for the status quo. All of my wishes and my fantasies had come true and I had him to thank for that.
My balls were overloaded. It was something to feel, when he drank from the well of my loins. I was completely overwhelmed, lying there in my own heaven with nothing left to give. I was siphoned dry and he had easily devoured the contents.
He lay there beside me and I thought how different a few days make. I was still trying to wrap my mind around all of this. My father was gone and he was the only family I knew. I had a new family and one that I would protect with my life. We had a new generation coming and hopefully we could make it, so that the dragon shifters could live with us and be able to show their natural form for the beauty that they were.
THE END
LONE WOLF’S MATE
Chapter 1
Quinn Peterson studied himself in the mirror. Reddish blonde hair fell in front of his face. It was time for a haircut, but he kind of liked the shaggy way his hair looked. It was a little primal, like the animals he worked with. He was a wildlife biologist for the Forest Service, and loved to be in the mountains. Although he loved the Montana wilderness, his life there was increasingly difficult. This was for a plethora of reasons, his job not among them. In fact, his career was the one thing that kept him going.
His boss Sally had asked him to relocate to Northern California a few weeks ago. Although he was settled into Montana, his life there was problematic. Everybody knew him, but nobody really knew that Quinn was very different. He wasn't like everybody else. He had a deep secret, something that made him scared. In order to keep from hurting the people closest to him, he decided to take the job. He was curious about the move because a pack of wolves had recently returned to the state of California for the first time in over a century. He was dying to find out more about their resettlement patterns, and to figure out what brought them there, and whether or not they would stay.
Now that they were returning, it seemed like something very special. He hoped that it would be a great habitat for them, especially because they were so unwelcome in most other areas of the country. People always had it in for wolves, and didn't take the time to understand their hierarchy and intelligence properly. They were more afraid of the bite then analyzing the pack to figure out whether or not they were dangerous. And of course wolves could be dangerous, but they were never as bad as people seemed to think.
Quinn loved the wolves, their habits, and the way they worked together in a pack. He loved the way they looked, and how smart and brave they could be. Quinn had a great job where he could work with these magnificent creatures, now he had the chance to do something amazing.
When he arrived at his new home, he looked around at the spacious and woody area where he was settling in. A cabin was nestled deep in the woods in the same area where the wolves were beginning to resettle. Quinn was suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of great peace. Nobody would find out his secret, and he would have more of a chance to really think about it on his own without people making him feel like there was something wrong with him. Although he wasn't sure if there was or not, he didn't need anybody else making him doubt himself. It was good to be alone right now. There was a lot had to think about.
Chapter 2
Brandon Jameson paused. A new scent was on the wind. Something amazing. He swallowed hard, letting the woman beside him know that he was going off to explore on his own, and that she should stay put and protect the rest. He trusted her, which was flattering for her, because he was very highly esteemed to the others.
If there was one thing about Brandon that stood out, it was that he was always thrilled by the sense of the unknown, and he ran off toward the scent with reckless abandon. His wild dark hair behind him in the wind as he ran through the trees. He weaved through them expertly, until he finally came upon a cabin in the woods, where the smell was very strong. He was captivated by the sight of a Forest Service van parked outside the cabin. A man was moving boxes inside, and would stop every once in a while to push his long light hair off of his forehead. Brandon was captivated by him, and the scent that he was emitting. He had never known anything sweeter and more alluring than the smell.
He watched the man shuffling back and forth, whistling a song that was familiar to Brandon. In fact, it was one of his favorites. He stared as the man, his eyes roaming the firm curves of his muscular body. This was going to be fun, he decided.
His group was waiting for him, and he turned away reluctantly and headed back without introducing himself. They would get to know each other eventually, he decided. For the time, it would be best to keep his distance and stay focused on the task at hand. Knowing that the new man was around was a little bit distracting, but it wasn't the end of the world. Brandon went back to the woman he had left in charge and relieved her of the duty. She was relieved for the break and visibly relaxed when she saw him taking charge again. Things were going to be fine.
***
Quinn reported to the head office of the Northern California Forest Service bright and early the next morning, dressed in his work clothes from Montana. Nobody was very strict about how he dressed, but he liked to keep a very meticulous appearance. This didn't seem to be translating to his wild hair, but he felt like he was due for a change and the hair was just a small part of that.
He chatted with the Forest Supervisor for a while as they waited for the rest of the team to begin to assemble. Once everybody was ready to work, his new boss, Stephen, introduced Quinn to the rest of the group. Quinn scanned everybody and settled on a pair of dark and mysterious eyes. He was drawn into them immediately, their pure magn
etism haunting him. He finally pulled himself out of the intense look and studied the face the eyes belonged to. He was masculine and attractive, his dark hair framing his chiseled face and his glimmering eyes seemed to be daring Quinn to keep looking. A mischievous grin crawled across the man's face and he nodded in acknowledgment of Quinn, silently reminding him that there were other people in the room to look at.
Although he didn't think that anybody noticed him staring into this man's face, he was still embarrassed and nobody would call him out on it. It was too close to his secret. The part of himself he was afraid to acknowledge. He wasn't ready for it.
Fortunately, everybody was murmuring welcoming words to them and had no idea what was going on in Quinn's head. The magnetic stranger turned his back and left the room as soon as he could, leaving an air of mystery behind him. Quinn felt sure that this was a bad sign. Did the man know what Quinn was feeling? Was he disgusted by it? Maybe he was talking to somebody right now about what he thought Quinn was thinking. Would there be rumors about him later, in the place where he thought he could escape the tormenting thoughts he had been having?
He couldn't be sure, but he did know that if he continued to oogle the man like that, his secret would soon be known. It was best if they avoided each other. He would just have to do his best to focus on the task at hand and forget the mysterious man. Hopefully he would be able to take his mind off of things by throwing himself into the work. That always worked for him before, maybe it would be able to provide him the same relief now.
Chapter 3
Brandon's heart was racing rapidly in his chest. There was definitely something there with the new guy. Quinn was it? That was a good name for a man. Solid, but fluid. He took it as a good sign, but he wasn't sure what it was a sign of. All he knew was that things were going to be amazing. There was a new adventure in the air, and it definitely involved this new man, with his strong arms and flowing golden hair. He could feel his chest prickling with anticipation.