Dragon Breeder 3

by Dante King

  “Now, Mike Noctis,” General Shiloh said, “you have a job to do. There is one more crystal left in your possession—one more of these Etherstones. I believe you know what ought to be done.”

  “I understand, General,” I said.

  She was speaking with an incredible amount of seriousness about a mission that amounted to selecting a woman to implant with a dragonling. It was almost enough to make a grin form on my face. But I kept my cool and managed only to smile a little.

  “When the dragonmancer you select gives birth, I want you to bind the dragonling to this remaining Etherstone. Once we have confirmed the dragonling has successfully reached dragonhood, and that both the stones you took from the prisoner were the genuine article, we will see what we can do about finding more of the damned things.”

  Chapter 17

  I didn’t need telling twice, and I couldn’t see that there’d be anything gained by me messing around. The sooner I appeased General Shiloh, the sooner we could head out in search of more Etherstones. With that in mind, I excused myself with as much military dignity as a man with sex on the brain could and left General Shiloh’s tent.

  I walked hurriedly past the two guards standing outside. I set off down the path leading from the section of the camp where the dragonmancers and upper echelon officers were based to the private piece of land where the General’s tent had been erected.

  Saya and Elenari had mentioned that they wanted more children with me, and while they were my wives, I had other women who was also eager to bear dragonlings.

  I had thought that finding one of my female dragonmancer colleagues that I had not already impregnated would have been a straightforward task but, as Murphy’s Law would have it, I couldn’t find either Penelope, Renji, or—

  “You look like you’re hunting for something,” a sensual, predatory voice said from my right.

  I halted in my tracks, barely avoiding leaving skid marks in the dirt of the road.

  “Tamsin,” I said. “Just the hobgoblin I was hunting for. Man, is it me or are you looking particularly dangerous and alluring?”

  Tamsin leaned with devastatingly sexy casualness against one of the ramshackle buildings on the edge of the encampment proper.

  “Are you trying to blow my skirt up with ham-fisted flattery?” Tamsin asked as she stepped out from the building. She sauntered over to me until she was standing pressed against me. “Because let me tell you something: it’s working.” Her spicy, rum-scented breath tickled my cheek.

  I grinned. “You’re not wearing a skirt,” I pointed out.

  “I don’t have to be wearing these breeches either,” came the soft reply.

  I cleared my throat. “Now that we’ve found our way rather neatly onto the subject of clothing and the removal of it,” I said, “maybe you could help me with a little… mission.”

  “I’m all ears,” the hobgoblin said.

  As quickly as I could, I told her what General Shiloh had tasked me with doing. The more I talked, the wider Tamsin’s smile stretched.

  “So, you—and the Empire, of course—need my help right away?” she asked.

  I glanced around casually and saw, not thirty yards a few tents. Two guards were stationed outside each of them, so I guessed that they were supply tents. Ashrin was walking purposefully down the street. She gleamed in her insectile black armor and exchanged salutes with those soldiers ballsy enough to hail her. At her belt was fastened the pouch of dragondust.

  She must have received an order from General Shiloh to deliver it to me. Good thing I didn’t have to search the camp for her before Tamsin and I could get done to business.

  “You see those tents,” I said to Tamsin. “I have to grab a little dragondust from Ashrin first.”

  Tamsin nodded.

  “Think you can commandeer us one?” I asked her.

  The hobgoblin gave me a theatrically affronted look. “I can hold my own in a pitched battle against a horde of murderous ratfolk. Intimidating a guardsman of the Mystocean Empire should only be a little trickier.”

  “Excellent,” I replied.

  “I expect a prize for this favor I’m doing you, naturally,” Tamsin said mischievously.

  “Anything.”

  “Just what I wanted to hear.”

  Without waiting for me to say another word, Tamsin strolled nonchalantly away. She approached one of the guards standing in a pair outside a tent. She exchanged brief words with the woman, and the guard wilted a little under Tamsin’s incandescent attention. Then, the guard saluted, and she and her partner marched off.

  Grinning, I turned away and walked quickly up to Ashrin, intercepting her just as she was about to pass me, and tapped her on the shoulder.

  “Just the man I was looking for,” she said after she turned around.

  “Uh, that’s right,” I said. “You got some of that dragondust for me? Just a couple of pinches,” I said, doing my level best to keep the tremor of excited anticipation out of my voice.

  Ashrin nodded, a smirk playing across her face and her cat-like ears twitching.

  “Cool,” I said.

  To her credit, Ashrin asked me no more questions. She simply reached to her sword belt and unfastened the little leather pouch in which she was keeping the dragondust. She handed it to me.

  Using the small stabbing knife I had sheathed at the small of my back, I scooped a little of the dragondust onto the tip of the blade, raised it to my nose, and sucked it up. Then, I repeated the process with the other nostril.

  I passed the little leather bag back to Ashrin, who tipped me a wink and bade me good luck. As a pleasant glow washed over my body, I tried to convince myself that the top of my head was not about to float off toward the clouds.

  I turned to the tent into which Tamsin had just disappeared. Smiling somewhat lopsidedly at Ashrin, I headed for it.

  The canvas construction was only fifty yards away, all of fifty paces, but in the time that it took me to traverse the distance, my cock had already become something of solid steel and vintage oak. Raw sexual vigor coursed through me like hot oil through an engine; sending every muscle in my body to vibrating. My head was simultaneously crystal clear and enveloped in that confident devil-may-care fog that accompanies about nine beers.

  I pushed aside the heavy canvas flap and found Tamsin waiting for me inside the tent. The hobgoblin was leaning calmly against the center pole, one booted foot propped up against the wooden beam. Cool she might have appeared, but an intense fire burned in the depths of her yellow eyes. That fire almost lit the musty interior of the tent.

  “About that prize…” Tamsin said, slowly unfastening the clasps on her scratched breastplate, while she watched me move slowly toward her.

  “Sorry about the accommodation.” I motioned around the tent, without taking my eyes off her. “It’s hardly five-star.”

  “I’m from Grimteeth Mounds, Mike,” the red-skinned beauty retorted. “I would have fucked you out there in front of all those soldiers, but it would have distracted them from all the important work they were doing.”

  The tent must have been designated as a small supply depot or storage area. There were hay bales for the horses or oxen that I guessed would be used to cart men and supplies down the wide tunnels. Crates of weapons and tinned stores were stacked beside neat rolls of spare bedding and barrels filled with crossbow quarrels.

  Every nerve ending in my body vibrated with a need that could only be slaked by the dirtiest, most intense variety of carnality.

  I couldn’t think of a better setting for the type of sex that was about to go down than Tamsin.

  She must have seen that animal side of my being raise its muzzle and sniff at the air because, in the next moment, Tamsin had pulled off her armor and snarled at me.

  “Well, come on then, Mike Noctis! Let’s do our duty, you and I!”

  Before she could get another word past her lips, I was upon her, bending into her space, crushing my mouth against hers, my stubbly chin
rubbing against her jaw.

  Tamsin was making a high groaning, snarling sound in the back of her throat; the sort of noise that a cornered wolverine might make.

  The hobgoblin tasted like rum and spices and tropical fruit; passionate smells and flavors. She pressed her lithe frame roughly against me, pushing me back against a stack of hay bales with her dragonmancer strength. In response, I heaved and lifted her off the ground and slammed her bodily into the central pole of the tent.

  Tamsin gasped with involuntary pleasure at this coarse treatment. She hooked her legs around my waist and pulled her shirt up over her head, freeing her pert tits and revealing their dark crimson nipples. The smoldering embers of sexual yearning in her heart and head and crotch suddenly burst into flame.

  “I want this man! I want you, Mike! More, almost, than I have ever wanted anything or anyone before!”

  She opened her mouth and allowed me to push my tongue between her sharp teeth. I tasted blood. I tasted desire.

  I pulled off my own armor and shirt, breaking our kiss and entanglement so that I could toss my brigandine, greaves, and other protective bits into a corner. Then I came to her again, picking her up as easily as I might a sack of potatoes, my hands clamped under her fantastically round but firm buttocks.

  I sat her on the top of a low stack of crates, as we continued to kiss and tongue each other hungrily, and pulled her long, red legs apart. My hand went straight up to her crotch and started to knead roughly at the front of her silky underwear.

  I was callous and unrefined in my groping, as if I were in a mad rush to have her naked flesh under me, which I was. If the noises that Tamsin was making were anything to go by, then she liked it very much indeed.

  The hobgoblin pushed herself up on her hands so that I could pull her panties down. Then my hands were on her hot, wet crotch once again. My fingers probed and squelched at her slit, occasionally, in my reckless lust, running a digit across her asshole.

  Tamsin grunted and gasped as I rubbed at her. While I played with her pussy and we continued to kiss ever more passionately, the female dragonmancer started fondling her own nipples, pinching, squeezing, and rubbing them until they stood like a couple of rubies from her chest. Seeing this, I pushed her head back and started to maul her chest; biting and licking and sucking at her tits and nipples until they were a darker red from my teeth and the rubbing of stubble against skin.

  “By all the devils that be, yes!” Tamsin exclaimed. To my amazement, I felt a shudder run through her body, as if she were on the verge of cumming.

  “Finger fuck me, Mike! Come on! Please fuck me! I’m close, oh gods, I’m close!” Tamsin said, trying to keep her voice down, but failing spectacularly.

  I obeyed, my fingers pummeling into her box—two then three and then four, stretching her lips to their limit—while I continued to suck and bite her incredibly erect nipples.

  To my delight, Tamsin started to hiss through her jagged teeth, “Choke me! Choke me, or I’ll fucking scream this tent down.”

  Once more, I did as I was told. I put one hand around the hobgoblin’s throat while I continued to massage her clit with the thumb of my other hand. Then, with a shuddering gasp, Tamsin climaxed.

  My hand clutched her by the throat, firm and tight, simultaneously keeping her cries of ecstasy down, while adding to the intensity of her climax. My fingers still blurred in and out of her as she orgasmed. Girl juice sprayed down her legs and onto her breeches and boots.

  Tamsin’s lips were drawn back in an animal snarl of satisfaction, her abdominal muscles clearly visible on her toned stomach as it heaved in and out.

  Thinking that it was, regrettably, over, I stood back with a look of satisfaction. I hadn’t even got to see whether the dragondust had rejuvenated my swimmers, but I had at least found out that the stuff apparently turned you into some super-lover. Normally, I would have been proud of myself for getting a woman off so quickly, but this was, bizarrely, not what this little experiment was supposed to have been about.

  Tamsin grabbed me by my sword belt.

  “We still have work to do,” she hissed at me, her yellow eyes shining, sweat running down into the hollow of her throat.

  Feverishly, the hobgoblin started scrabbling at my belt like a possessed thing.

  “Show me that fucking Earthling cock,” she demanded in a feral voice that sent thrills through my body. “I want to taste it, I want it in my mouth, down my dirty fucking throat.”

  It was like her words had picked up my libido by the scruff of the neck and shaken it. I slapped her fumbling hands away from my belt and started to unbuckle it myself. I unlaced my breeches, reached inside, and then pulled out my cock, though it was my cock as I had never seen it before. I mean, it was my johnson all right, but it was like it had been to the gym and taken a good dose of steroids—the thing was fucking jacked.

  “Holy hells,” Tamsin said faintly, her eyes glued to my throbbing member.

  “Time for your prize,” I said softly. I looked at her knowingly. “Now, turn that ass around and stick it out for me.”

  Tamsin, in a sort of daze, did as she was told. Her vagina was a pale pink, glistening slot in between her red thighs. She stood, leaning against the stack of crates, her ass stuck out and her legs spread. She rocked her behind invitingly from side to side.

  Looking over her shoulder, she watched as I stroked myself and took my pecker in hand.

  Casually, with my other hand, I slapped her full ass a couple of times.

  “That’s it, fucking spank me,” the hobgoblin hissed quietly. “Give me the whip, and then,” she looked back at me with her hypnotic yellow eyes, “give me the carrot.”

  I laughed with exhilaration and smacked the female dragonmancer harder on the ass, leaving a deeper red mark. “A carrot?” I said. “This dragondust has made it more like a cucumber, don’t you think?”

  I spanked Tamsin again, leaving another mark.

  Tamsin closed her eyes as I continued to spank her with the flat of my hand. She gasped whenever a stroke fell, shudders of unmistakable pleasure running through her from the soft debasement.

  I smacked her ass a couple of times with the flat of my hand, making her buck forward and groan. Then I pressed the tip of my mammoth member against the opening of her box and started to mercilessly push it inside.

  Tamsin, making sounds of exquisite pain, pulled her asscheeks apart as I pushed my rod into her. The sensation was incredible; never before had I been so utterly aware of filling someone. The hobgoblin’s knees went weak, and she sagged forward, against the stack of boxes.

  I pulled out again, and it felt like I left a part of me within her. Then I was inside Tamsin again, and she screamed with delight.

  “Fill me, Mike,” she said. “Fill me—”

  She gagged when I reached forward and hooked my index finger into the corner of her mouth like a fish-hook, forcing her head sideways so that she had to look at me. I stared coldly back at her yellow eye as I picked up the pace, ruthlessly fucking her deeper than I imagine she’d ever been fucked before.

  My nuts smacked into her clit with every powerful thrust. Her box was so tight around my swollen cock that I was worried I might burst her.

  I began to pant and grunt as my iron-hard dick plowed into the female dragonmancer. Tamsin reached through her own legs and squeezed my balls every time I fucked her, my thrust pushing uncontrolled gasps of pleasure from her throat.

  I had no idea how long it might have been, but suddenly I could feel my balls tightening, heralding an impending orgasm. Losing myself in the rising tide of pleasure, I slipped one finger into the hobgoblin’s asshole.

  With my schlong taking up every inch of her tight pussy, my finger barely fit into her ass. The sensation of being doubly penetrated must have blindsided Tamsin with another unexpected orgasm though, because she screamed with hoarse delight and started shaking as I thrust one more time into her with enough force to knock over the heavy crates she was leaning against
.

  I felt the most intense rush of carnal gratification as my seed poured into her, an overwhelming, gushing tide of warmth that pumped until I was empty.

  Looking through eyelids that I could barely keep open, I saw a bright orange flash of light in her lower abdomen that became an intense glow emanating from Tamsin’s pussy.

  “Is that… is that what I think it is?” the hobgoblin panted, her breath coming in short gasps as the supernova of our joint orgasm faded.

  I nodded. “Yeah, I think it does. You’re carrying a dragonling now.”

  About five minutes later, I led the elated Tamsin out of the tent. We were looking quite a bit more disheveled than when we went in, but I imagined General Shiloh wouldn’t take umbrage at us being a little slovenly in our appearance. After all, I had been doing her bidding, hadn’t I? Now all I had to do was get my sword belt properly fastened, head over to the General's quarters, and give her the good news in private.

  As I pulled back the tent flap, Tamsin and I were met with a booming roar of noise. Soldiers were gathered all around our tent, as were my dragonmancer colleagues. My mouth dropped open. I felt like I was part of one of those olden day weddings where everyone gets drunk and then cheers the bride and groom off to their bedroom where they are meant to consummate their marriage. Only, this was in reverse.

  I looked at the General, who was standing in the front row. The bullish woman clapped a couple of times along with the rest.

  She inclined her auburn head at me. “I see you are certainly not one to rest on your laurels, Dragonmancer Noctis.”

  “Yeah, I’m not one to beat around the bush,” I replied. Then I added, “Not unless it’s an order, General.”

  The crowd roared with approval and laughter. General Shiloh almost lost control of that sternly imperious face of hers.

  “Good!” she said. “That’s what I need in a dragonmancer.” She switched her gaze to Tamsin who had her hands clasped over her stomach. Then, gazing about at the gathered soldiery she boomed, “Now, it’s time to prepare for the coming of this dragonling in true Mystocean fashion!”