by S. E. Smith
Cara finally understood why her relationship with Darryl was destined to fail. Darryl was incapable of loving anyone or anything but himself. He had only wanted Cara because of a bet he had made with the other engineers. Cara had always been shy around guys. She had grown up the only child of a widower, had an overprotective god-father that happened to be the local judge, than had been sent to a boarding school where she felt like she never fit in. When Darryl had shown her some attention, she had gravitated to him like a flower to the sun. For years she had concentrated on the negative that had come from the relationship instead of the positive. She had discovered that other guys noticed her as a woman. She liked kissing when a guy knew how to do it right and she loved cuddling against a warm, broad chest when she danced.
She had been lucky now that she thought about it that she had found out about the bet before she had gone all the way with Darryl. She had been planning to invite him to stay for the night the very evening she found out about the bet. They had gone to dinner at an exclusive restaurant. She had worn a sexy little black dress with stiletto heels that had made her feel beautiful. She had even gone to the hair salon and had her hair styled in a sleek, sophisticated number that set off her eyes and mouth. The evening had been going perfectly until she had excused herself to go to the ladies room. She had been in the stall when two other women she knew from work came in. They were laughing about the bet their husbands had made with Darryl to see if he could make it into the tiny, new red-headed mechanic’s pants in less than a month. They laughed when they related how Darryl had bragged that it would take him less than two weeks before he bedded and dumped her, double or nothing! Cara had been shocked, then horrified before a slow rage built a wall around her fragile heart that was threatening to break. She had returned to the table and spent the rest of the meal acting like nothing was wrong. Once they had returned to her apartment, she had calmly thanked Darryl for a wonderful evening, declining his request for a night cap. She never said a word. She also never went out with him again. He had been pretty persistent at first. He had called her continuously until she changed her number. He had tried coming into the hanger where she was working until her boss told him to leave and not come back. He had even tried to force her to let him into her apartment. That was the day she had met Ariel and Trish. Ariel had just moved into the apartment next to her. When Darryl had tried to get forceful, Ariel and Trish had escorted him from the building, forcefully. It wasn’t long after that Darryl was transferred to one of their overseas offices. But the pain of the betrayal lingered for years, festering until she was too afraid to trust again.
Now though, she felt a physical response unlike anything she had ever experienced before in her twenty-four years. She wanted Trelon. And, he wanted her. He wasn’t giving her empty promises or using sweet words. It was all in the way he looked at her like she was the only thing in the world that matter. She was an adult. Why couldn’t she take what she wanted? A smile curved Cara’s lips as she finally made the decision she had been dreading and she felt-free. Cara danced down the corridors on her way back to Trelon’s living quarters. She was feeling hot tonight!
Trelon walked into his living quarters and realized almost immediately the mess that had stunned him before was set up in a somewhat organized pattern. The more he gazed at the components scattered…no, not scattered…they were organized by their uses he realized. Power was in one section and organized by capacity. Another held modules. The more he looked the more he appreciated what Cara was doing. She was disassembling components but it was to discover what they were. She had spread out on the couch items she had either put back together or modified. Trelon moved over and picked up his parts cloner. He frowned as he noticed the changes she had made to it. It looked like she had used parts from the food replicator to modify it. Pressing the button and scanning a splicing tool laying next to him, he jumped back in surprise when the exact same tool appeared next to the original. Fascinated, he scanned a soldering torch and watched as a duplicate one appeared. Setting the parts cloner down, he picked up the duplicated soldering torch and flicked the switch. A bright, blue laser light appeared immediately. She had taken his parts cloner and not only improved it but made it into something much, much better. The original parts cloner simply scanned the components and told you what you needed to make the part. Cara’s cloner not only scanned the components but duplicated them as well. It was amazing.
Trelon was so engrossed in the tool Cara had designed it took a minute for him to realize he was being watched. Looking up, he dropped the torch when he saw Cara standing in the doorway to the sleeping area wearing one of his shirts, and from the looks of it, nothing else.
“Hi.” Cara said shyly. She had been watching Trelon as he slowly analyzed her work area. What had surprised and pleased her the most, was when she realized he understood what she was doing and how she was laying everything out. Cara felt like Trelon understood how her mind worked. It was the first time in her life that she honestly felt like she connected with someone who understood and thought like she did.
Trelon growled as he took a step towards Cara. “I want you.” He said in a deep voice, never taking his eyes off of Cara.
“I want you too.” Cara replied softly.
Trelon closed his eyes absorbing Cara’s softly spoken words. When he opened them again, his pupils had changed to narrow slits. He growled softly, breathing in deeply the scent of Cara’s arousal. She wanted him. She wanted them. Emotion swept over Trelon as he realized he had found the one woman in the universe, in all the galaxies, that could finally fill the empty void inside him. The one woman who could finally slake the burning hunger that clawed at him relentlessly century after century. Trelon moved forward cautiously, afraid of scaring Cara and afraid of losing what little control he had. He wanted her first time with him to be memorable. He wanted her to know she was the only one for him and would always be the only one. But most of all, he didn’t want her to get hurt. This first time would be a challenge to him and his dragon. He did not want to initiate the dragon’s fire on board a warship. He wanted to do it in his home, on his home world where he could do everything in his power to make sure she survived the dragon’s fire mating and transformation. He could feel his dragon’s disappointment but he could also feel its understanding. It would do whatever was necessary to keep its mate safe. But, that did not mean it could not also enjoy the love making that took place between Trelon, the man, and his mate. No, his dragon would wait; but, only until they reached their home world. After that, he would claim his mate as well. Until then, it was Trelon’s mark that would keep all other males from pursuing what was theirs.
Cara's hand flew to her throat as she watched the wave of emotion change Trelon's face. Mesmerized, she saw him shudder, his fists clenching and unclenching as if he was struggling for control. When he opened his eyes they had changed, becoming a darker gold, his pupils narrow slits of black against the gold. The look in Trelon's eyes was enough to dissolve any doubts Cara had about his desire for her. Cara flew across the room and jumped into Trelon's arms. Trelon started to say something but Cara didn't give him a chance. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she gripped the back of his head and sealed her lips to his taking advantage of his swift intake of breath. Cara moaned with pleasure as she ran her tongue along Trelon's lower lip and slipped inside. God, he tastes so good, she thought. Cara moved her hands through his hair pulling the tie holding it back loose and tossing it to the floor. She felt the shudder that ran through Trelon as she gently scraped her nails along his scalp. When Trelon's arms tightened around her suddenly in a crushing hug, she knew he had come to the last of his control.
Trelon broke the kiss, panting heavily. "I need you, Cara." Trelon groaned pressing his throbbing cock up against Cara's mound.
Cara was pressing little kisses all over Trelon's face and neck. "You have way too many clothes on!" She said desperately pushing at his shirt trying to get to more skin. "Hold me, tight. Don't let go.
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Trelon 's groan turned to a deep growl when Cara pulled away from his chest just far enough to reach down and pull the shirt she was wearing over her head, dropping it over his shoulder. Trelon's eyes devoured Cara. She was so beautiful to him. Cara placed both hands on his face, drawing his mouth down to one of her exposed nipples. Cara let out a gasp as Trelon latched onto her nipple pulling and sucking it to a hard peak before doing the same to the other.
Trelon pulled away to look into Cara's eyes, his burning gaze flared at the look of dazed passion blazing from them. "I wanted to go slow but I don't know if I will be able too." Trelon said in a strained voice.
"Slow is way overrated." Cara muttered breathlessly, resting her forehead against his. "Fast and hard is good."
Trelon chuckled, “Yes, slow can definitely be overrated.” Trelon tightened his grip on Cara and strode quickly towards the sleeping area. He fought back a grin when he saw the covers pulled back. “Where is my symbiosis?”
“Symba?” Cara asked wondering why he was thinking about his symbiosis at a time when all she could think about was knocking him down and having her wicked way with him.
“Symba?” Trelon said as he gently lowered Cara down onto the bed. “I like that. Where is Symba?”
“Why are you thinking about Symba?” Cara demanded hoarsely. Trelon had moved down her throat and was making a steady path towards her stomach. Cara cried out as Trelon pushed her thighs apart roughly with a growl.
“In case I hurt you.” Trelon said desperately. He wanted some guarantee because right now, he was barely hanging onto what little control he had.
“You w-won’t.” Cara cried out as Trelon buried his face in her mound. “Oh, God. More!” Cara screamed out hoarsely pulling her legs up and putting them over his shoulders to draw him closer.
Trelon’s growl of approval was followed by a moan of pleasure as he buried his face in Cara’s moist pussy. Reaching out with his tongue, he ran it along her slit. Her sweet cream melted in his mouth making him ravenous for more. Pulling on the swollen nub, Trelon felt an explosion of sensation as Cara started to shake. When she tried to close her thighs, he gripped them tighter forcing her to open herself even more to him. When she tried to turn away from him, he growled in warning. He would taste her sweet honey until she flowed.
“Stop!” Cara panted. “I c-c-can’t…” She began before a low, soft wail escaped her, growing in volume as her shaking increased. Then, she exploded. Trelon had never seen anything as beautiful as Cara with her back arched, her eyes squeezed close and her full, plump lips parted as she came for the first time. Holding her legs in his huge hands, Trelon could feel his dragon’s happiness at having satisfied their mate.
Trelon held his mouth tight against Cara savoring each tremble, each pant, and every sip of her delicious cream. Slowly, he licked once more before pulling away. He had wanted to make sure
she was prepared for him. He worried about how tiny she was compared to him. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her.
Cara moaned as she felt Trelon pull away. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Trelon chuckled. “I do not know where this heaven is but I can assure you, you have not died. As for your heaven, let us see just how far it is.” Trelon jerked his shirt over his head. He was so painfully aroused he didn’t know for sure if he would be able to get his pants off without ripping them to shreds. In truth, he could care less! When he felt a tug on the fastenings to his pants, he started. Cara was now kneeling on the bed in front of him pulling on the fastenings, with her teeth. She kept her hands free to run them between his legs and grip his ass. Trelon sucked in a breath. He could feel the warmth from her breath through the material covering his erection. A slow, fine trembling began in his shoulders and worked its way down his body. Clinching his fists, Trelon held himself still through sheer determination as Cara undid the ties one at a time, pulling each one free while she slowly worked her hands over his ass and up to grip the sides of pants at the waist. Only then, did she start pulling them down until his cock broke free and jerked straight up.
Cara had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. Without thinking, she leaned forward and licked the tip of Trelon’s cock, swirling it around the drop of pre-cum that had beaded at the head begging for her to taste it. The warm, slightly salty taste made her mouth water. Cara wrapped one hand, or as far as she could, around Trelon’s cock while her other hand grabbed the cheek of his ass, pulling him towards her. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth just far enough to get the tip in. Trelon’s hoarse cry gave Cara the courage to slide more of his cock into her mouth, sucking hard as she did and lightly scraping her teeth over the ridge before taking as much as she could without choking. She could feel the trembling of Trelon’s body as she moved, pulling almost all the way out before sucking him down again. At the same time, she used one hand to gently pump him while the other fluttered over his tight balls, massaging them and testing the weight of them in her hand. Trelon wrapped his hands in her hair, guiding her as he pumped his hips back and forth faster and faster. Cara felt her own body’s response to the dominance of being held in such a submissive position. She gripped him tighter as her womb clinched at the image of him pumping back and forth inside her like he was doing to her mouth. She squeezed his heavy sack as a fierce wave of desire hit her hard causing her to moan.
Trelon’s tedious hold on his control snapped as the vibrations of Cara’s moan clinched his cock. Holding her hair, he forced her to release his cock from her hot, moist mouth. He slid his hands down her shoulders and pushed her onto her back following her body as it moved. Trelon’s mouth captured Cara’s in a fierce, desperate kiss as he pushed her legs apart, inserting his body between them. His cock throbbed painfully as he came over Cara’s small figure.
Trelon broke the kiss, looking down at Cara in desperation. “Guide me inside you. By all the Gods and Goddesses, I can’t wait any longer.” Trelon growled in a voice that had deepened so much Cara could tell he was fighting his dragon.
Cara reached her hand between them, grabbed Trelon’s cock in her hand and guided it to her hot, feminine core. She was so wet, slick and swollen just the touch of it against her threatened to send her over into another orgasm. Cara gasped as she felt the hard, thick length slide into her stretching her almost to the point of pain. She lifted her legs to wrap them around Trelon’s waist giving him better access. With one quick thrust, Trelon pushed past the thin barrier holding him out and groaned as he seated his cock all the way inside of Cara’s hot sheath. Instinctively, he knew she had never been with another male and he fought with his dragon as it roared out in triumph to complete the mating. Beads of sweat appeared on his brow as he tried to give Cara’s body time to accept his. Only, Cara wasn’t helping matters.
Cara’s gasp of pain quickly turned to moans of pleasure as she was stretched by Trelon’s hard shaft. Every nerve ending inside her could feel his hard length and she wanted to feel even more. Moving her hips, she closed her eyes as sensation after sensation sent waves of bittersweet pain through her as pressure built inside her demanding release.
“Faster.” Cara begged nipping at Trelon’s shoulder and running her nails down his back. “I need you to go faster.”
Trelon jerked when Cara nipped him. He gave a low growl and pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her tightly as he began pumping faster and faster. “Mine.” He growled out as he buried his face against Cara’s neck.
Twisting his head to the side, he ran his tongue along the length of her delicate neck tasting the silky skin. He felt his face begin to change slightly as his teeth elongated. His dragon wanted to complete the mating. It wanted its mate. Trelon fought against the need to breathe the dragon fire which would start the transformation. Soon, he promised, soon. His climax stuck suddenly with a fierceness that left him breathless. His body exploded as he felt Cara tightening around him, her body clamping down with such force on him he couldn’t contain the cry t
hat ripped from his throat as wave after wave of his hot seed filled her.
“Mine!” He roared at the same time as Cara screamed.
Trelon held himself still as his body pulsed with the power of his climax. He was buried as deeply as he could go inside Cara but it would never be far enough. He wanted to be deep inside her in every way imaginable. He wanted to be in her body, in her mind, as a dragon, but most of all, filled with his seed in her womb watching his child grow. Collapsing down over Cara, Trelon was careful not to crush her under his weight. He was not ready to release her yet. Gathering her close against his body, he rolled them until she lay sprawled on top of his broad chest.
Chapter 9
Trelon’s hand reached out to pull Cara closer to him. They had both fallen asleep after another round of love making that had exhausted his still tired body. When his hand encountered nothing but the cool cloth of his bedding he jerked awake, sitting straight up with his heart pounding. In the quietness of his sleeping quarter he could make out the faint sounds of an alarm. With a groan, Trelon fell back against the pillows.