Page 15 of Bitten in the Wild

He pressed his forehead against mine. It was intimate – so intimate that I wondered if it came from when his flight had crescent scales on their foreheads. I leaned in closer, trying to line up our stars, but the position made it damn near impossible. Then I lost myself for a long moment. I wasn’t a man or a dragon. I was pleasure incarnate and I was never going to come up for air. Our bodies ground together with him sinking deeper and deeper. The heat built inside me from all the thrusting and grinding between our bodies. I was close – too close since we hadn’t exchanged our vows yet.

Leaning over, I licked his claiming gland. We hadn’t talked about how we might go about it, but instinct was taking over now. Everything inside me was on fire – gloriously warm and burning bright. I bit him hard, and he cursed under his breath and thrust hard inside my slick body. His memories oozed into my mind as the clear magical fluid inside his gland did the same inside my mouth.

London. The name of his home city swirled through my thoughts. Sounded like it should’ve been someone’s name, but it wasn’t a dragon. It was a city. A city of tall buildings and short trees. The dragons there weren’t all that tall either. The faces of family and friends drifted through. Most were gone now – war, sickness, old age doors showing up. Then there was fighting andmedical school. Not that his stress levels knew the difference between the two. Friends and lovers came and went. Then the stillness of space sank into his very atoms. He spent the whole flight here reading books he always meant to on Earthside but had never gotten around to. There was a depth of loneliness that I wanted to chase away from his soul. He’d lost a lot of people in the war. His childhood home razed to the ground. At least his parents weren’t around to see that one. Small fucking mercies. I lost myself in the spirals of his emotions flooding over his spiritual brim as the memories faded away. The clear stuff inside the gland never gave the whole biography, just enough so no one thought they were a nut job for being in love with someone they just laid eyes on.

I was still panting and trying to not think too hard about what a war here might look like.

“No wars here,”my dragon panted.“I’ll eat them. The whole flight will eat them – townies and us.”

My dragon was right, and he was happy – happier than he’d ever been before. Maybe he was just more satisfied than he’d ever been before now that he was with the dragon who dwelt within Izora. I was so lost to his twirling emotions that Izora caught me off guard when he shifted our position slightly, sliding his dick further inside me, and biting me. I dug my nails into him as the fluid fled from my gland now that there was an opening in the taut skin. He licked it up like someone might lick an ice cream cone. I saw what he witnessed. My life wasn’t all that interesting. It was pretty normal for a wildling. His eyes lit up over and over with different flight memories flooding into him. I loved being in the sky – rain or shine. I avoided lightning when I could, but sometimes I just had to fly anyway. My parents were there and some of my siblings. Mostly it was the house – every step of the way, I added more and more until it was finally finished and ready for the family I always hoped to have.

“Build it and he will cum,”my dragon said, chuckling at his own pun.

Izora and his dragon laughed too as the last of the clear fluid was licked clean from my skin. With our mating link open wide and clear his pleasure squeezed me. He reveled in how my muscles moved against him and how tightly I squeezed him inside me. I lost myself to us – to the fast, deep movements. My nails dug into him. If I wasn’t careful, he wasn’t going to have any damn skin left for later. Each thrust and rock brought me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Then I was there!Wewere there!

I came hard between our bodies, pleasure shaking me to my core. Izora tightened his grip on me and with one, two, three more hard thrusts the proof of his passion exploded in warm, sticky streams inside me. We kept moving together until there wasn’t a drop left in either of us. Panting, I clung to him. We might be done with our first time, but I wasn’t ready to let him go. I’d show him a whole new way to live – one that didn’t lead to his friends dropping dead every time someone woke up with a wedgie.

An apple rolled across the floor squeaking and bumping along the way.

“At least he’s polite enough not to peek over the ledge,” Izora laughed and kissed my forehead.

Chapter Five

Izora

Nycto and I stayed up all night talking and waiting out the storm. Waj wound between our words, coming in and out of the nesting room as if we might suddenly have great need of him. Eventually, Nycto waved him over for a brush down and some dried fish that was hidden in a leather bag somewhere inside the nest. Once the dotter was content, we talked some more. The memories the claiming vows left me with only made me want to know more about Starscale 1. Starscale 2 and 3 also, but Nycto had never bothered to visit those.

“I hatched here,” he shrugged. “Sometimes they try to move wild dragons around between worlds, but it doesn’t work so well. When they built 2 a lot of wild dragons flew over on their own but only a few handfuls have gone to 3. They gave up on relocating any of us themselves. Even if someone was nice enough to let themselves be moved, they just came right back home when the townies were done fooling around. There aren’t a lot of rules to being a wild dragon except stay out of the nests of others and no one fucks with eggs – any egg. We really do our best not to hurt the townies.”

“Townies are dragons who aren’t wild?” I asked.

“Sort of. It’s not a nice term generally, but it’s what they’re called. The wild dragons see them as softer – more fragile and egglike. I think egglike is the best way to explain it. Then again, we can afford to be kind. Townies have stiff penalties if they purposefully harm one of us. Whereas we could gobble up a trespasser and no one would bat an eye.”

“Has that happened?” I asked.

“Not in my lifetime. Generally, we don’t eat other dragons. Well, it did happen once on 2 a couple decades ago but that’s because a drunk gladiator trampled on eggs. They didn’t really find any of him left besides his gold wristwatch in a nest years later.”

I flinched involuntarily. Egg smashing was always a crime punishable by death wild or not. Nycto nodded at my flinch and rested his head on my shoulder. I slid my hand over his and he turned it palm up to lace our fingers together. He kissed my shoulder and one thing led to another which ultimately led to Waj slinking out of the room as we slid into position to make love again.

The storm went and another came in. I lost count of days as we marked the nest and each other as our territory, he showed me around the house, and Waj showed off all his tricks which mostly involved food. He might be a dotter, but the little swimmer had the appetite of a dragon.

We did household chores together, cleaning up after our meals and polishing up the slide that our first encounter left scratched and gouged. Surprisingly, Nycto had plenty of food from town in his pantry and fridge.

“They bring me food if they think I’m not using enough of my food points,” he shrugged when I asked him about it. “Cheese is always good. I hardly go into town, but there is a minimum of points they want everyone to spend. I thought they’d be glad I hunted and gathered, then they could save food for the others.”

“They just want you to remember you’re a part of the flight too,” I said, gently.

“I’m not complaining about it. I just didn’t think they’d bother too much.”

“The Starscales bother themselves with their flight mates’ wellbeing more than some wolf packs back on Earthside.”

“What do wolves have to do with it? I mean besides the wolf pup here.”

“Wolf packs back home like to tell themselves they work better as a group than any other species. There’s really only one fraction of a pack that does anything close to what you all have here. It’s this town called Heartville. I don’t think they have a points system or anything, but no one does without at all. Teddy, he’s one of our crew members, has a brother and some other family that lives there. He talks about it a lot.”

“He’s probably homesick,” Nycto offered up as I fried up a few grilled cheese sandwiches.

Waj climbed up my leg and clung to my hip.

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