by Calista Skye
I straighten out my coat. “Not really what I meant, but sure. I guess I should work on being a little more independent.”
“If you say so. I imagine you now wish to see the upper part of this wonder of nature?”
I look up at the top of the waterfall. It comes down from some pretty tall cliffs that kind of look like the back of a dam. There could be a gigantic lake up there. Beyond are the snowy mountains where the water must come from.
If we were to get up to those cliffs, we’d have to walk a long way around them and climb at least five hundred feet. The terrain is just too steep and rocky for any other way. It would take the rest of the day and be extremely exhausting.
I sigh happily. It’s not often on Xren that I can choose not to do something hard, so I’ll enjoy this opportunity “No. This lower part is fine.”
“I like the upper part, too,” Kyandros growls and looks me up and down so suggestively the tingles start all by themselves. If it wasn’t so cold, I’d suggest doing something fun right here.
“You do, huh. Well, you might be able to inspect it closer when—”
There’s a sudden bang so hard and flat it makes my ears ring. Then the cylinder of ice that is the frozen waterfall starts to tilt, so slowly it takes me several seconds to discover it. “It’s falling over!”
The ice appears to have lost its attachment to the upper part, and now gravity is doing its best to pull it down as if it was a gigantic tree that had been felled by some invisible lumberjack.
Only when the collapsing tower of ice obscures the sun do I realize that it’s falling towards us. “It’s coming this way! Run!”
I take off reflexively, but as I look behind me, I start to realize that it is too late and that I might not make it. That ice tower is much thicker than it looked, and I can’t really run to the side because there are smaller cliffs and half-frozen rapids blocking the way.
Just as the realization hits me, I’m yanked off my feet as Kyandros casually grabs me, lifts me onto his shoulder, and jogs away from the danger with long steps.
“Still think I’m self-absorbed?” he growls and comes to a stop, turning around.
“No, I actually—”
The last part of my sentence is totally drowned out by the huge tower of ice hitting the ground right behind us and breaking up in a billion sparks of ice.
We’re so close some splinters of ice hit us, but they cause no damage. The sight of the collapse and crash is almost as awe-inspiring as the immense icicle was when it was intact.
“That was close,” I state as Kyandros puts me down. “Thank you. I don’t think I would have made it if you hadn’t carried me.”
He looks back with large hands on his powerful hips. “Your incredible sight is gone.”
The waterfall is still there, of course. Thin sheets of water are coming down through the air, but it’s insignificant compared to the way it used to look.
“Like all the best things in life, this didn’t last forever,” I say, trying to sound wise while still feeling the aftermath of the almost-panic when I thought I would be hit by the ice.
“The impermanence of something makes it more valuable to you?”
“Sometimes. It makes you enjoy it while you can. Shall we go?”
The dragon takes me in with something dangerous in his eyes. That’s a danger I can deal with, especially now that the relief of getting away from the falling icicle is washing through me. And really, I just can’t wait until we’re back at the cave.
I undo the front of my winter coat, place my arms around Kyandros’s neck, and jump up onto him.
He puts strong hands under my thighs, holding me up as securely as if I were made from styrofoam. His cock is hard and stands tall between us.
I’m ready, too, and still keeping one arm around his neck I guide the tip of his dragon cock into me and sink down onto it.
He fucks me slowly, but the magic of his rod makes if feel like being taken very energetically. Shit, one day I have to examine that cock and figure out how to make a plastic one do the same thing. I’ll be a millionaire in a week back on Earth.
I see no reason to hold back. The fear of being crushed by ice has been transformed to arousal, and I’m so used to his cock by now that I can come after just a few thrusts into me.
So I do, just hanging in his arms, letting him control everything as the climax rolls through me and I scream my lungs out, enjoying the sound of my own ecstasy as it is reflected by the cliffs around us.
21
- Mia -
The fire burns lower and I lean my head into Kyandros’ massive shoulder.
I know I should have gone to find the village today. Or Bune. But I’m having a good time finally, after months and months in terror and worry and unhappiness on this alien planet. For the first time, there’s a man in my life. Well, a dragon-slash-man. And I know that when I leave, I will never find someone like that again. It’s not even being pessimistic, it’s just a fact. I will never again have a dragon for a boyfriend. And yes, I am very definitely considering him my boyfriend now. He’s here, we’re having sex, we kiss, we almost kind of cuddle, we do things together. I don’t need him to agree or to get some kind of official stamp on it.
I stifle a yawn. “Do dragons form couples? I mean, loving couples?”
“Briefly. More lusting couples, really. They are very stormy and intense affairs that usually end quickly. But yes, we know of the concept.”
“Do dragons form couples with non-dragons?”
“Not until now.”
I look up at him, admiring his strong jaw and absolutely perfect features. I almost ask him what he means, but then decide against it. I’ll just assume that he meant what I want him to mean. “Would a couple with a dragon and a non-dragon maybe last longer than two dragons in a relationship?”
“I don’t know.”
“Have you ever been part of a couple?”
“Once or twice.”
“Short-lived?”
“Yes. Only a year or so. Very stormy and intense. We fought like the worst of enemies and mated incessantly, usually at the same time. But the hoard-building must always take precedent. It is the reason why we exist. And the females of our species are very, very aggressive. More murderous than the males sometimes.”
“A year is short to you?”
“No, I think that is an unusually long relationship. We both only had small hoards at the time, so didn’t need to fear the other stealing too much of them.”
I toss a twig onto the fire. “So sad that a couple breaks up because they’re both afraid the other will steal from them.”
“That is always the case with us. The temptation to steal from another is present. But it is not nearly as strong as the fear of someone else stealing from us.”
“What if you were in a relationship with someone who didn’t want a hoard and didn’t have one? Would that last longer?”
“That seems a reasonable assumption.”
The fire crackles and the night is quiet. There are many stars out. One of them might be the Sun. One of them might even be the Earth. But right now, for the first time on Xren, I don’t feel the distance like a sucking sensation in my stomach. “Being a dragon means always being afraid of other dragons.”
“It is all we know. The fear is always present. From the moment we’re hatched to the moment we die. Our first thought is worry about how we will find a hoard, our last thought always the overwhelming fear that someone will steal a piece of our hoard after we’re dead.”
The smoke from the fire rises straight up. I think tomorrow might be cold again. “Wouldn’t it be better to live in some other way?”
“Without a hoard? It is not possible.”
I straighten, swing one leg over Kyandros’, and straddle his lap. “I’ll be your hoard.” I take his head between my hands and kiss him. “No, don’t reply. I know it’s impossible. I’ll be better than your hoard. Because I will do this.”
I get on my
knees beside him, pull the loincloth out of the way, and unceremoniously put his alien dragon cock into my mouth as deep as it will go.
“Sweet gold,” Kyandros growls. “This is... new.”
I can’t take it all that deep. It’s just too thick and it has all those protrusions and stuff. But I can lick it and suck it like a lollipop, making sure to keep my teeth off it.
It’s my first blowjob, but I have watched some porn in my day, just to see what it’s supposed to be like. If I add one hand, like this…
No, it’s too little. I have to use the other one, too.
Kyandros stiffens. “Sorcery,” he wheezes, but I don’t think he dislikes it.
I keep going, setting up a slow and methodical rhythm, squeezing with my hands and just making it all up as I go along. But it can’t be that bad as long as I don’t bite.
“Oh my sweet sapphires…” The dragon stiffens again, his breath goes faster, and then his whole body jerks as he floods my mouth with hot juice in many hard spurts.
I let it discreetly drip out again onto his cock, but I don’t take my mouth off him until I’m sure he’s done. It’s the least I can do for him.
Finally, I get up and discreetly lean over to spit out the last of the surprisingly tasty juice.
“Very interesting,” Kyandros says, a little out of breath. “I didn’t know that was possible.”
“Uh-huh?” I say, feeling triumphant. “In all your centuries, no dragon lady has done that to you?”
“If any female dragon had put her mouth there, it would be to bite something off.”
I put his loincloth back on top of his still extremely erect mast. “Maybe we lesser sentients aren’t so bad, after all?”
He’s quiet for three heartbeats. Then he leans forward and takes my chin in a grip that’s not too gentle. “I believe I made my opinion on that topic clear.”
His eyes shoot yellow lasers that could easily cut aerospace grade aluminum.
“You did,” I squeak. “Sorry. I’m not inferior.”
He pierces me with his metal-cutting torches and then finally lets go of me. “Very well. Stay here.”
He gets up and goes out, only to return immediately. He goes behind me and gets busy with something. “Close your eyes.”
I obey, because why the hell not. There’s something cold on my chest and shoulders, and Kyandros struggles with something at the back of my neck while muttering in annoyance.
“Nonsensical string… impossible material… ah, there. You may look.”
I open my eyes and look down my chest.
Then I gasp. “Oh, Kyandros! It’s wonderful!”
It’s the necklace he’s been making. Twelve razor sharp dactyl teeth on a string.
“No dragon would give anything to a lesser being. I give you this, hence you are not lesser. Will you remember it now?”
Immediately, tears start flowing. “Yes. Yes. Thank you!” I half turn so I can hug him, and this time he responds without stiffening. “I will always treasure it.”
“That is appropriate. Nobody has dragons give them something. We always take.”
I weep on his chest for a little while, and then I dry my tears and kiss him very deeply. “You’re wonderful.”
He strokes my hair. “I agree. Now you get ready for sleep.”
Okay. Sent to bed like an errant child. And I don’t even feel humiliated. What the hell is it with this guy?
I chew on some leaf that we girls call Cathay Blue and which is a pretty good substitute for brushing your teeth. Then I curl up between not-sheep furs and relax.
For about thirty seconds. That’s as long as it takes for Kyandros to come into the cave, pull the furs aside, and place his mouth right at my pussy. His forked tongue slides across my nether lips and I get ready for a really good ending to the day.
- - -
The day after, I wake up to another blizzard, which I decide means that I will stay here one more day. It’s an easy decision. I am enjoying my life for the first time in years. And I am enjoying it more than I thought I ever would. I’ve never had much of a love life, and now I’m involved with this huge dragon man who scares the living daylights out of me one moment and then takes me to heaven the next. How will any other life ever compare? Any other guy? Any other cock?
I have to get going at some point. Bune is waiting, and the girls probably now know that I’m missing. I am being totally selfish staying here. But the moment I enter Bune or the village again, this life with Kyandros is over.
I once had some hopes that he might follow me to the tribe and be a part of it. I now realize that he is not made for tribal life at all. He has never cooperated with anyone, always been in competition. When I leave this cave, I leave him forever. And I’m not sure anyone can expect that from me.
Blissful days pass. One day is too cloudy for me to leave, the next is too sunny. The one after that is too cold, and the one after that isn’t cold enough. We go hunting, me with my now intact crossbow and he with his bare hands. We stroll around the landscape, me enjoying the safety of his presence and him enjoying himself in some dragonly way.
I know I’m being irresponsible, not doing everything I can to get to Bune and check it out like I’m supposed to. I’m toying with our chances of going home to Earth. And yet, right now going home to Earth doesn’t seem all that attractive.
I can allow myself the luxury of losing track of time. For the first time in my life, I’m happy being right where I am.
- - -
“Kyandros?”
He squeezes me tighter in reply, one hand casually cupping one breast.
“I have to go soon.”
He loosens his embrace.
“My tribe… they are worried about me. I’ve been gone for many days.”
No response, just the sound of his slow breathing behind me.
I turn my face up. “I could come back.”
Nothing.
“They are expecting me. They must be looking for me. I have something important I have to do.”
He takes his arm off me.
I immediately miss it. “I’ll come back! Or you can come to the tribe. Won’t you try?”
“Your tribe is all dragon slayers. It’s unmistakable.”
“They’re really just warriors. They won’t harm you if I tell them about you. How I shot you and tied you up, but you never harmed me. You have saved my life so many times now, I’ve lost track. They will appreciate that.”
“Go to your tribe.” His voice is flat.
Just now, I can’t bear the thought of leaving him alone. He’s been alone all his life, almost. Now he’s not. Can I take that away from him? And from me?
“I’ll stay a little longer.”
He replaces his massive arm around me and pulls me to him.
Happiness and warmth coarse through me. I can stay one more day. I always just work and live for the tribe. Maybe for once I can live a little for me.
His cock goes stiff against my butt and I reach under the fur to pull my dress up in the back. Then I push my hips back to him in open invitation.
He doesn’t refuse it.
- - -
The next morning it’s colder again, but not freezing. Most of the snow is gone.
I snake my way out of Kyandros’s embrace, take a look at the weather, and sit down right outside.
The dragon-slash-man has closed his eyes, and he does look like he’s asleep. I guess he’s not all that alien, after all.
Then the rising sun starts lighting him up, and I’m pretty sure I go pale when I see his hands. The darkness from the wounds after the wires has spread even more, going out towards the fingers. And at least a quarter of his head is the same unhealthy color. And his feet… yeah, that can’t be good.
I’m suddenly feeling anxious. He can’t be dying, can he?
I squat down beside him. “Kyandros?”
His eyes fly open. Then he rises to a sitting position in one fluid motion. Okay, he can’t be that c
lose to death.
He looks around as if confused. Then he stares at me. “What happened?”
“Um… you woke up?”
“Was there an attack?”
“No. You want some water?”
He gets to his feet, holding his temple. “I was unconscious?”
“It’s called ’sleep’,” I explain. “So yeah, a light form of unconsciousness. It wasn’t your first time, was it?”
22
- Kyandros -
I have trouble keeping my balance. I have been out of it for possibly hours.
No dragon can take that risk. Other dragons will always murder you if they can. So we never sleep.
Unless…
I collect my thoughts. “Sleep is known to me. But not like this.”
Mia looks up at me with big eyes that have some worry in them. She has no need to worry – I’m not in the mood to harm her.
“Are you okay?”
“Not entirely.” I frown. That came too easily. No dragon would ever admit to anything but the most perfect of health – showing weakness is always extremely dangerous among us. And there are many other dragons on this planet.
But it’s true – I am not feeling good. My hands and head are burning, as well as my feet and ankles.
They look strange, too. I have never seen anything like it except on dragons who were sick or very badly injured in a fight with other dragons, itself a rare occurrence.
But I’m sure I can’t be sick. The dishonor alone…
“How bad is it, Kyandros?” Her eyes have a look as if she is afraid. But I have no intention to harm her.
“Not at all, I hope.”
“That dark skin – that can’t be good, right? Is it sore?”
I prod my left wrist with a finger. It’s indeed sore. And numb at the same time. “Perhaps a little.”
“What can I do to help?”
“No need to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about you.”