Page 8 of Stripped to the Scales

“What are you doing?” he asked, still playing with my hair.

“I can’t let the captain go back to his crew all hard, hot, and bothered,” I smirked at him. “So my plan is to suck you dry and then take you home.”

He blushed and I loved it. It lit up every cave-dragon part of me to see my mate hot and bothered and not just a little flustered over me. When Castor didn’t object to my plan, I kissed lower and lower, savoring the soft skin covering his lean muscular torso. I undid his fly and pulled his pants and boxer briefs down low enough to free his cock and balls from their fabric prison as I swirled my tongue around the slight indentation of his navel. His fingers tightened in my hairreminding me that later we’d have so much to talk about but for now my mouth was going to be busy on another mission.

I nuzzled his hard, throbbing cock against my cheek. He was all fluster and need, and the smell of his sweet and tangy arousal covered my dressing room overcoming the pheromone blocking mister hidden under the sofa. Some things not even magic could stop. He thrust up against my cheek needy as hell and I loved it. Loved every bit of everything since I met him – from the stage to his crazy ass dragons to him rubbing off against my face.

I took his dick in my hand and gave him a few promising strokes before placing a firm hello kiss on the hard, mushroom-shaped head of his dick. I licked it over and over until his hips thrust up and his scent turned from needy to desperate. He writhed, squeezing his eyes shut as if the overhead light and the pleasure radiating through him was too much for him to stand. Then and only then did I slip my mouth over him. My horns itched at my head. My dragon wanted out or at least to the dragon who dwelled within Castor. They wouldn’t connect fully until we exchanged our claiming vows. That could happen now, but Castor had pressing matters to tend to.

I slid my mouth down over him. His shaft was smooth and sweet, pressing against my tongue. Breathing out of my nose I found my rhythm over him, taking my time to draw the pleasure from deep within him. Both of his hands were in my hair now, tugging, as he writhed under me. Everyone said pleasure from your true-mate was unlike anything you could experience with anyone else and since my cock was twitching from just sucking on him I was starting to believe that was more fact than myth. Some secret that only those who met their true-mates knew to be a holy, sacred truth.

I ground hard against the sofa. My body fell into the familiar movement that usually I reserved for the dance floor. The softness beneath me sent a fresh spiral of pleasure wrappingaround my cock. I grabbed a towel from the floor and shoved it under me. The cleaners wouldn’t appreciate me leaving that sort of mess on the sofa and Castor didn’t have a change of clothes either if I messed them up. I pushed his shirt up higher to protect it just in case any of his pleasure escaped my mouth.

His fingers dug into my scalp and he guided my face hard and fast over him. I surrendered and let him guide himself into my mouth over and over as he thrust under me. It was hard not to smirk from how badly he wanted me and how much pleasure oozed off his scent. He came on my tongue in warm, sticky bursts and I swallowed his pleasure down as my cock twitched again.

“Axlin,” my name tumbled off his lips and that alone sent me over the edge.

I gripped his hips, his dick softening in my mouth as I came into the towel, my whole body shuddering from being so near him. We panted for air, and I nuzzled his belly. Mine. He was mine. He was mine before and now he came back to me. I kissed his navel before he grabbed my hand and tugged me up for a real kiss.

“I’ve never had a man come while sucking my dick.”

“That’s because you’ve never had me suck your dick, sweetheart,” I smirked because I couldn’t help myself.

Castor rewarded my cocky cave-dragon nature with another long, hard kiss. Then he slapped my ass to prove he was still feisty.

Chapter Three

Castor

We flew back to the ship. Even in Moonscale owned London I didn’t get to surrender to my inner beast as often as I did on Starscale 1. It was euphoric to take to the purple haze sky with Axlin by my side. The world and its problems always seemed so small from the sky back on Earthside. Tiny, but familiar. Here, on Starscale 1, there was always something new to find. Well, usually there was something new to find, but now my whole body focused on the shiny-scaled black dragon flying next to me.

Over the course of our first months here, Fred’s mate Elio, had dispelled the idea of the color of the star-shaped scales on their chests matching their true-mate’s. It wasn’t a predictor of anything, supposedly. He had an orange one and Fred a red one. Mine was black as the bottom of an endless cavern and so was Axlin’s. In my beast form, I was as sky-night black as scales came except for the silver-plated scales on my belly.

Landing as a dragon was easy on Starscale 1. The whole world was built for and by dragons with dragons in mind. Even in London a dragon might have to land blocks or even miles away from their location and then walk, drive, or catch a ride to their actual destination. Clarence and Medwin were working on the problem they inherited from how the human governments built their cities. The war they fought against the hate group, Mundanes Before Magic, gave them an opportunity to make many improvements, but they could only do what the space allowed for.

Still, even here we landed one at a time near homes and other buildings. One wrong flap of a wing might take out a wall or at least leave a nasty bruise. Besides, I didn’t want anyoneflapping into my ship. As of right now, the Medwin 2 was our only way back to Earthside.

“Never going back. Staying right here,”my dragon said into my thoughts as I drifted towards the ground with Axlin watching from above.

That would be a bridge to cross at a future date. Before meeting Axlin, our plan was to stay at least until we could connect the Starscales with the network of Other World gateways. After Elio and his brother went through so much trouble to reach out to us, I figured we owed them that much. I’d been part of my flight’s Starscale Search from the ground up and it was Elio who made it possible to find them at all.

I landed, shifted back to my human form and shooed Sunny and Teddy out of the way. They’d barely made it back having stopped at a restaurant for a bite to eat on the way home. Fortunately for them, neither of them smelled like the sex-laden activities of the purple district. We may have had the same colored scales, but Axlin was just a bit broader than me. Probably the size of Fred. He always cleared the landing without ending up in the pool and I hoped Axlin could do the same. Putting the pool in was a big ordeal because the council here had to check everything again and again to ensure that landing was possible and that none of the swimming water leaked deep into the ground. Their regulations on building anything would give even Clarence Moonscale and his laws a headache.

I grinned like a fool as Axlin descended from the sky. It was evening now and purply orange sunset lit him up around the edges. Sometimes that orange showed in the sky and sometimes not. Noone was yet to explain why that happened to my satisfaction. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on it, though. Casimir appeared from inside the ship and the others came out of the houses to meet Axlin.

“He’s not small,” Casimir grinned. “Not as big as me, but not small.”

“Did they have a chance to tell you?” I asked.

“Teddy sent me a text on the ship’s network. I imagine he left out some details, but unless this guy’s a goon, that’s fine by me. The purple district, though, cousin?”

“I wanted a drink,” I shrugged. “Hush got under my scales. They have councils for everything but not for their dragons meeting their true-mates apparently.”

“Eh, some people like to leave that shit up to fate,” Casimir said.

“You like to leave it up to yourself by not leaving the ship whenever omegas visit Elio or Marsin,” I whispered.

“I wouldn’t wish myself on anyone,” Casimir sighed. “I’m taking he’s not about to ask me for your wing in marriage. Elio didn’t put Fred through those hoops. Hopefully he doesn’t make as ass of himself by asking. I don’t want to be knocked out by any of the flying scales you rip off him.”

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