Page 48 of Bred By the Dragon

I nod as joyous tears fall from my eyes. I can’t speak, too overcome by my happiness at having both of them here with me, at last.

We get to go home the next day, but there were some... consequences to having such a large child, and I’m not in the best shape when Zakarion carries both of us back to the mountain. Our infant screeches for much of the journey before I pull up my shirt and feed him again.

“How long until he can fly on his own?” I ask.

“Five years at least.”

I exhale. “That’s good. I don’t think I could handle a flying toddler.”

When we’ve landed on the ledge outside our home, Zakarion doesn’t set me down. It’ll be a little while before I can walk properly, the wolfman cautioned me, but Zak was more than happy to agree to carrying me around until then.

At last, I’m back in our nest, with our hatchling curled up between us. As he sleeps, we debate what to call him.

“Dragonkind create new names by merging the parents’ names,” he explains.

“So, what? Zakamy? Samarion?” Both of them sound silly. “I’m not a dragon, though, so my name isn’t great for this.”

Zakarion hums as he thinks. “Zantha,” he says suddenly. “Zan, for short.”

I kind of like it. It’s a suitable name for one of the world’s remaining majestic dragons.

“All right. Zantha.” I pull him closer, reveling in his baby smell. “I suppose he should go in his own nest, hmm?”

Zakarion agrees, and takes him to the smaller pile of pillows and blankets we’ve placed inside a big basket. I was concerned at first about this arrangement, but everything I’ve ever learned about human babies is out the window now. Happily, Zan curls up, tail wrapping around his tiny head with the barely-noticeable black nubs that will eventually become his horns.

Then my dragon leads me back to our bed, and wraps me up tight.

“Thank you,” he says, cradling my head against his warm, thrumming chest. “Thank you for everything, Sammy.”

I nuzzle into him deeper. “You don’t need to thank me. It’s not every day you find a husband with two dicks.”

He chuckles, sending a rumble down his throat and into his ribcage. “Husband, hmm?”

“Yeah.” I smile against him. “I don’t need a ceremony, though. My folks wouldn’t make the trip anyway. But I know it in my heart.”

“As do I,” Zakarion says. “All of me belongs to you, and our hatchlings.”

“Hatchlings, plural?” I say, snorting. “It’ll be a while before you can convince me that’s a good idea.”

He chuckles, and I fall asleep like that, curled up at my dragon’s side.

nineteen

SAMMY

I wish someone had told me that dragon hatchlings are nothing like human babies. From the very first day we brought him home, Zan has been a terror who moves at the speed of light. He was born with a full range of movement, allowing him to skitter away the second I turn my attention to something else. Zak spends an inordinate amount of time looking through caves for him.

When the hatchling nurses, he grabs onto my boobs with his tiny hands, now starting to grow tiny claws, and sucks for all he’s worth. I cringe as he digs in, and we start putting little mittens on him so he can’t do any damage.

Soon, I’ve healed enough that I can bring Zakarion inside me again, and we both moan with bliss as we’re reunited. Nothing will ever feel as good as one—or both—of his cocks, with their nubs and swells, pushing inside me. It’s been so long that Zak goes off early, as he has the tendency to do, but he always gets hard for me again. Then he plunders me for everything I’m worth, murmuring how much he loves me in my ear.

How many memories we’ll make together. How wonderful of a life we’ll have.

Zan grows quickly, and after only six months, he’s developed enough razor-sharp little teeth that he can eat the meat that Zakarion brings back from his hunts. Thank goodness, because I couldn’t take feeding him myself anymore. He comes with me now on my adventures, perched on my shoulder as we explore everything the natural world has to offer us.

My friends have particularly taken to the baby, holding him in their arms like a wriggly cat. Sometimes he gets feisty and bites, until Zakarion scolds him. Then Zan flattens his wings and pouts, but soon learns to keep his teeth to himself.

When he’s a year old, he’s grown too big for me to carry on my own. Now he hikes alongside me, his little legs trying to keep up with mine. By a year and a half, he’s started babbling, and I try to teach him sign language to help him communicate with us. He takes well to it, and I find my toddler dragon has many demands to make.

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