by S. E. Smith
“Now.” Trelon said as he lowered them both to the floor. He gripped the back of Cara’s shirt and tore it from her. Thankfully, she did not wear one of those contraptions to bind her delicious breasts like she had when he first met her. When she was lying flat on the floor, he grabbed the front of her pants and ripped them as well, forcing her to lift her ass just high enough for him to pull it out from under her. His clothes soon followed in a shredded pile, his boots landing near the couch. Cara reached for Trelon but stopped when he snarled at her. Her eyes widened when she saw Trelon’s eyes had shifted to the dark gold with narrow slits letting her know his dragon was close to the surface. She felt a strange heat blossom inside her and an answering growl escaped her before she could stop it. Her eyes widened as she heard Trelon answer the growl with a deep one of his own.
“What…?” Cara started to say but was cut off by Trelon’s lips.
Trelon watched as small scales rippled over Cara’s chest, arms, and stomach. When she purred his dragon nearly erupted out of his skin thinking she was about to change. It was so horny to claim her he was having a hell of a time keeping his skin. Her bite had nearly had both of them coming in his pants. He needed to fuck her and fuck her long and hard. He had restrained himself while she recovered and it had been one of the hardest things he had done in a long time. Now, with her dragon pushing against her skin wanting his, it was such a turn on he couldn’t have held back if he life depended on it.
“Mine.” He growled low and long.
Cara snapped at him with her teeth. Her eyes had changed to a brilliant dark green with small black slits for her pupils. She brought her hands up to push against Trelon’s chest. Trelon caught her hands in his and forced them over her head. He snarled at her showing slightly sharper teeth as his dragon responded to its mate’s resistance for domination. He pushed Cara’s hands up until her head was trapped by her slender arms. She snapped at him again. Trelon’s eyes narrowed in warning. When Cara tried to buck him off, he leaned down and nipped her breast just enough to cause her to gasp at the sting. As Cara pushed back to get away from Trelon’s teeth, he took advantage and moved her wrists to one hand. He used the other to grab her left leg and lifted her enough so his cock was pressed against her dipping pussy. She was so wet he had no problem guiding the first inch inside her. He smiled when her head jerked up to look at him. As soon as her eyes met his, he drove into her all the way until his balls bumped against her ass.
“Mine.” He snarled the challenge.
“Yours.” Cara answered in a whimper as waves of hot desire began breaking over her.
Cara’s hips rose to meet the punishing thrust of Trelon’s hard cock as he drove into her over and over. He ignored her screams as she came once, then twice. On her third climax, she felt him stiffen before a fiery heat engulfed her womb. Cara’s whole frame lifted as Trelon pulsed inside her. She collapsed back onto the floor in a shaking mass of completion. But, while she had come three times, it appeared Trelon was just beginning. Cara cried out as Trelon pulled his still hard cock out of her swollen core. She could feel every inch as he pulled, rubbing against super sensitive nerve endings. Not satisfied, he gripped her around her waist, picking her up off the floor and set her down so she was lying over the back of the couch. This position put her ass up in the air and her head further down. When she tried to move, Trelon smacked her ass letting her know he was in charge. Cara groaned at the swift sting on her ass before she felt Trelon’s lips and tongue caressing the sting.
“Oh, God.” Cara moaned pushing back. “That feels so good.”
Trelon chuckled wickedly. “I’m glad you like it because we have just started. I’m going to fuck you every way possible tonight. I want you so badly, Cara, all I can think about is you.”
“Then, fuck me already.” Cara begged.
“With pleasure, mi elila, with pleasure.” Trelon said as he rubbed his cock back and forth in the soft, moist curls covering her mound.
Trelon loved seeing Cara so exposed to him. The lips of her pussy were covered in the same, rich red of her hair, the tight little curls teasing him. He wanted to bury his face in the delicious folds. He ran his finger along the slit enjoying the sounds his mate was making as he teased her. He pulled his fingers back, bringing them to his mouth, and licked the taste of both of them from them. His dragon purred at the taste. It wanted more. Trelon dropped to his knees which brought him level with Cara’s pussy.
“Spread your legs further apart.” Trelon demanded in a husky voice. “I want to eat you.”
Cara opened her mouth to make a sarcastic response but nothing came out. Her legs were suddenly pushed apart even further and a hot tongue stabbed her hot, swollen core pushing inside her so deep she was left gasping for air.
“Tre…Tre…Trelon!” Cara screamed hoarsely. She was gripping the cushions in front of her desperately as the climax burst forth so fast and so hard she could feel the hot liquid of her orgasm running down her legs. Trelon continued to drink from her until she was certain she was going to pass out.
Once he had lapped the last of her climax, Trelon stood up and leaned over covering Cara’s small body with his own. He pushed into her slowly. It felt so damn good as the hot folds of her pussy wrapped a tight fist around his cock. He could feel every inch of her velvety sheath as it rubbed his long, thick length. Trelon closed his eyes as he let the sensations of joining with Cara take over him. He pushed until he could feel her womb touching the tip of his cock. Cocooning her within his arms, he pressed her into the cushions of the couch and began rocking back and forth. He would pull almost all the way out before he would push back into her. The slow motions set fire to his blood forcing him to clinch his teeth as the pressure built. He lasted three more slow strokes before the pressure burst into flames exploding outward with such ferocity that he pulled Cara off the couch and into his arms. He held her tightly against his chest, her back to his front, as he roared out his claim.
Trelon slowly sank to the floor, pulling out of Cara and turning her so she lay sprawled across his lap. She was limp, her hair clinging damply to her forehead as she lay in his arms with her eyes closed. Trelon dropped his chin so that it rested on the top of her hair, breathing deeply in an effort to get his breath back.
It took several minutes for Cara to get the strength to open her eyes so she could look into Trelon’s golden gaze.
“Wow.” She murmured. “What was that?”
“That was me being happy at having you back in my arms.” Trelon chuckled. He looked around the room. Their ruined clothing was in a scattered pile and one of his boots was under a small table while the other was leaning against the couch. He looked towards the sleeping area and let out a sigh. He wasn’t sure he had the strength to get up, much less get up, pick Cara up, and make it to the cleansing room. Cara must have been having the same thoughts because she was chuckling softly before she turned to look at him with an amused expression.
“I really need a bath but I don’t know if I can get up and walk that far.” She giggled. “Do you think it would be undignified if I crawled?”
Trelon’s laughter filled the room as he leaned down and kissed her on the tip of her nose. “Undignified or not, I might just be crawling right beside you.” Trelon said brushing Cara’s hair back from her face. “I love you.” Trelon said softly before he suddenly scooped Cara up into his arms and leaped to his feet. Cara squealed loudly at the sudden movement.
“Show off!” She said throwing her arms around his neck.
Trelon gave a playful growl and pressed smacking kisses into Cara’s neck making her scream. He was amazed at how light she was. It was almost like a puff of wind could blow her over but she was so strong inside. She seemed fearless in the face of all the changes that had happened to her. He remembered her jumping out of the transport back on Earth where she had chased the man who had taken Abby. She had jumped out of the transport with some type of metal bar and faced them, not with screams of terror but with hum
or and bravery. He could tell there were things she had held back from him when she was talking about her life before. He could smell her pain and sadness. He was afraid of how she would react to her transformation after all the other changes that had occurred. He knew she sensed something was different but she had not asked him. He wanted to tell her but was not sure how to do it. Now that Zoran’s mate had finished the transformation, Trelon wondered if Cara spent some time with her it might make it easier for her. Cara’s dragon was not going to wait much longer. Her displeasure earlier was a clear indication if he didn’t help Cara go through the transformation soon she was going to do it for him. Trelon’s dragon was in full agreement as he wanted his mate.
Trelon’s thoughts were interrupted when he felt Cara’s tongue tracing a pattern around the outer edge of his ear. They barely made it into the cleansing unit before Trelon buried himself deep inside Cara again with a loud groan. For someone so small, she sure packs a powerful punch, Trelon thought. Cara proved just how powerful she was as she kept him to his promise of an all nighter.
Chapter 15
Trelon slumped in the chair in the office with all his brothers. He was exhausted. He was beyond exhausted. He thought for sure Cara had rung every last drop out of him last night; but somehow, she still found some more just as the dawn was breaking. Even his dragon was not whining this morning. In fact, if he listened close enough he would swear the damn thing was snoring!
“What’s wrong with you? Is your mate making you chase her all over the place again?” Kelan asked.
Trelon looked at Kelan with a blurry-eyed smile. “Just the opposite, she has caught me. I don’t think she slept at all last night and she made sure I didn’t either. I thought for sure if I wore her out with enough love making she would sleep for more than a couple hours at a time but I think the opposite occurred. She seemed to get more and more energy as the night went on.”
“Lucky bastard.” Mandra muttered.
“Asshole.” Creon said at the same time.
Trelon just gave them both a tired, but satisfied smile. “Yes, I am one lucky bastard."
Trelon looked towards Zoran. “I sent my mate and her friends to visit with yours. I hope your living quarters are still in one piece after she is done.”
Zoran nodded with a smile. “I am glad. Abby will enjoy their company, especially after everything that has happened. She completed her transformation, though I wish it could have been under more pleasant circumstances.” Zoran added with a growl. “Ben'qumain may be dead but our Uncle is not. I want him found. Creon, have you found out any more information?”
“Ha'ven is working on his connections within the Curizan. With his half-brother dead, the opposition there has taken a powerful blow. Unfortunately, Ha'ven feels there may still be a threat. He is pursuing some leads and will let us know what he finds. In the meantime, he asked that I give you his sincere regrets for any harm to you or your mate and asks that you take into consideration this is just a small fraction of a militant group trying to cause trouble.”
Zoran nodded. “I understand that now. Please tell him I appreciate his concern and welcome his help. Peace between our two galaxies is important if we are to strengthen the alliance against additional threats. From my understanding, the Sarafin had been having issues of their own. My sources say their King has disappeared. His ship sent out a distress signal a week ago stating it was under attack.”
Mandra jerked his head up, frowning. “Who would be insane enough to attack a Sarafin warship?”
“I don't know. With everything going on here, I have not had time to read the reports that have been coming in.” Zoran replied.
“It might be in our best interests to offer assistance.” Creon suggested. “I, for one, would just as soon not ever have to fight them again.”
The other four brothers agreed whole-heartedly. The Sarafin were renowned throughout the galaxies as ruthless savages who did not know the meaning of quitting, retreating, or negotiating if they were pissed off. The fight between the Valdire and the Sarafin had been a long, bloody battle with many lives lost on both sides. It was strange though, once a peace treaty between the two worlds had been signed, the brothers found they actually had a lot in common with the Sarafin.
Cara was excited about Abby being back safe and sound. She wanted to find out exactly what had happened to her. Trelon had told her a little bit about it during one of their brief moments of sanity last night but Cara wanted to see for herself her new friend was alright. Cara had waited impatiently for the sky to brighten enough that she felt confident the other girls were awake. Once it had, she had contacted them and planned an info-fun session to be held in Abby's living quarters. If she didn't know better, she would almost think Trelon was relieved to have her occupied somewhere else. Maybe it had to do with the fact she had discovered how to program a variety of coffee mixes into the replicator. That had been one of the things she had done while Trelon was gone. Of course, she had to sample them to make sure she was getting the flavors right and had probably drank the equivalent of five pots of espresso. Maybe that was why she was so wired last night, she thought sheepishly. A shiver went through her as she remembered how the night had progressed. Once they made it into the cleansing room, the shower had woken her up. She never knew there were so many ways to make love, or so many places to do it. She couldn't really decide which has been the best: the cleansing unit where she had gone down on Trelon and watched as he came all over her breasts, the couch where he had bent her over, the dining table where he had eaten her instead of the food they had prepared, or the balcony under the stars. Of course, the bed hadn't been too bad either. Decisions, decisions. She thought with a mischievous grin. Maybe she would just have to try them all again to see if the second time helped her decide.
“I am so glad Abby is okay.” Trisha said as they walked down the corridor. All of them were doing their best to ignore the dozen or so guards that trailed behind them.
“What's with all the guards?” Cara asked curiously. “I noticed them outside of Carmen's room that day but isn't this a little bit ridiculous? How many guards do we need to protect us, especially with our gold BFF's with us?”
Ariel snickered. “They're not here to protect us. They're here to prevent us from escaping again.”
Cara's eyes brightened. “Again? Do you need help with anything?”
The four women burst into laughter as the echo of groans filled the corridor from the guards. They were all watching the women in horror. Cara could have sworn that a few of them even looked a little nauseated, especially the ones she had seen outside of Carmen's apartment. The two guards assigned to guard Abby and Zoran's rooms looked on with apprehension as the large group advanced. The sight of four laughing human women pushing a large cart covered in dishes and surrounded by four huge, golden symbioses were bad enough. But the sight of so many other warriors escorting them and not looking happy about it made them wonder if perhaps they should request a transfer to some remote outpost.
Cara skipped up to the door, bouncing with the after affects of adrenalin, lack of sleep, and caffeine. She smiled innocently up at the guards as she knocked loudly on the door. She thought she recognized one of them from the day Trelon had tried to kill Dulce. When she looked at the guard again, he moved gingerly away and looked down the corridor.
“He's not here.” She whispered loudly. “I think he snuck off somewhere to get away from me for a little while. How's Dulce doing?”
Abby opened the door before the guard could reply. Cara waved her fingers at him and smiled brightly before she reached for the front of the cart and pulled it through. Cara ignored Abby's startled expression and motioned for everyone to follow her. Trisha, Carmen, and Ariel with their respective new symbiosis pets, trotted in behind her.
“Good morning!” Cara said brightly as she laid a tray full of food on a low table. “We thought you’d be hungry.”
“No, you wanted an excuse to find out what happened!” T
risha said with a grin as she picked up a piece of fruit from the tray and bit into it. “Damn, they have some good fruit here.”
“So, tell us all the good juicy details? I heard you fired Ben’qumain? How’d you do that?” Ariel said as she laid another tray with cups and a large pot of something that smelled suspiciously like coffee down on another small table.
Cara watched as Abby looked at each of them. After accepting a cup of coffee from Ariel and the plate of food Cara held out, Abby sank down onto the soft cushions of the sofa and pulled her bare feet up under her. Cara collected a plate of food and a huge cup of coffee. She hesitated for only a few seconds before shrugging her thin shoulders. What the hell, she thought, you only live once. So what if she was on a high from all the caffeine. She knew a great way to burn it off, she thought mischievously, picturing Trelon's huge body tied to the bed. Cara had to force her mind back to what was being said. God, she mused wickedly, she was getting to be a mental slut!
Abby took a sip of coffee, seeming to be thinking carefully about what she was going to say before she responded, “I turned, can turn, into a dragon.”