Page 33 of Bred By the Dragon

I have to laugh because truthfully, neither was I. My mind was consumed by her and only her—the heave of her perfect breasts under the moonlight, how it highlighted her round cheeks and button nose, her kind spirit reaching out toward me and wrapping me up in it.

“Is there a way I could clean up?” she asks.

“Oh, of course.” We didn’t visit the pools earlier because there was really no need, but now I’m thrilled to show them to her. “Follow me.”

SAMMY

Zakarion leads me down into the mountain, and I’m dripping his come all along the way, which makes me laugh again. My dragon smiles down at me, unabashedly revealing all of his fangs, and I just want to kiss him.

It’s unfair how perfect he is. His body reads mine easily, knowing exactly what I want and how I want it. He’s beautiful and majestic, and I was mesmerized by the way his black horns glimmered in the moonlight. He was fearsome, too, breathing fire into the sky when he came inside me. And I’ve enjoyed every moment of touring his mountain, of getting to know him even better and what makes him so unique.

Fuck. These are not good feelings. The smile falls from my mouth as we descend deeper into the cave system.

“Zak?” I ask again as we walk. “Can I stay here for the night?” I know that we have boundaries in place, but I also don’t want to fly home tonight. After this, it all ends, and I want to treasure our last time together as much as possible.

He furrows his brow. “Of course. I did not expect you would want to fly home in the dark.”

I nod gratefully, and find myself winding one arm around his as the torches grow fewer and farther between, so I don’t get lost in the darkness.

Then, a green glow emanates from up ahead. I jog onward to find a pool of glimmering water, where I’m greeted by the smell of sulfur.

“Hot springs,” Zakarion says, walking up behind me.

“They must be special hot springs to glow like that,” Sammy says.

I laugh. “Those are stick-on lights I got at the hardware store.”

Together we wade in, and it’s just the perfect temperature. I find I’m a little raw between the legs as I descend deeper into the pool, and I hiss as the hot water covers me. Zakarion raises an eyebrow as he also slips one long, scaly foot into the depths.

“I’m just sore,” I explain, then lower myself under the surface. He fucked me good up there, probably with more intensity than he ever has before.

My eyes roll back into my head as the water envelopes me, and I lie back against the stone to rest. Zakarion displaces a good amount of water as he takes his seat next to me.

We luxuriate in the water for a long time, simply enjoying each other’s company. It’s comfortable and peaceful here, not a single sound. This is the sort of isolation I craved when I bought my house out in the country—not another person for a hundred miles.

“Sammy.” A quiet voice pierces the darkness. I’ve fallen asleep, and Zak is gently running his claws down my shoulder to wake me. “It’s time for bed.”

“Oh, good,” I say, dragging myself out of the hot water. It’s too hot now, and I’m relieved by the cool air in the cave.

“Do you want me to carry you?” my dragon asks as he supports my weight. I nod gratefully. I couldn’t stand up if I tried.

“Please, I would love that.”

The left side of his mouth curves up as he swoops down and swings me up into his arms, easily carrying me back the way we came. It’s a long trek to his quarters, and I’m trying not to fall asleep again as he ducks through the curtain that previously cordoned off his sleeping room.

Zakarion sets me down in the nest of fur and pillows, then spreads out and wraps his long body around me. I’m cold again since I’m still naked, and gratefully I curl up against him, soaking in the warmth of his chest.

Here, wrapped up in my dragon, it’s easy to tumble away into a dream.

ZAKARION

Sammy rests so perfectly in my arms and in my bed, her shape once more conformed to mine, that it’s absolutely intoxicating.

I lie awake for much too long, stroking her hair and watching her chest rise and fall, imagining what it would be like if she slept here every night. What if she were here with me in my nest while she was carrying my hatchling?

That might just be the best life possible, even if it couldn’t last. Even if it ended after another fifty years, I would treasure every moment of it.

When Sammy starts to gently snore, I wind my neck around her head so my cheek lies alongside hers. Then, boldly, I wrap one arm around her, and she burrows even deeper into my embrace.

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