Page 16 of Accounting for Drakes

His tongue slowed and withdrew carefully. “Abil, are you all right?”

She was still gasping but muttered, “Yes?”

He kissed her hands one by one and lifted himself to look at her. His expression hardened, and then, he got a soft expression on his features. He stroked her cheek and kissed her softly. She could taste herself on him, but the flavour faded quickly.

His leather pressed into all the parts of her he had exposed, and she whined and then noticed someone over his shoulder.

Her drake was on the floor with her head propped on a rock. Yorath’s drake was draped over her with his head next to hers.

She blushed when she realized that they had been watching. She didn’t have words.

* * * *

Yorath rolled to herside and held her against him. A drake. He had a drake bride, and she needed him. That was a heady mix. He guessed that as they lived their lives, her social gaps would fill, and he would put out a proclamation that anyone mocking her for it would lose a finger or their family homes. Either would do.

He smiled. “Do you want to conclude the scenario and get back to the station?”

She looked around and nodded.

Her drake huffed and sighed, getting up and pushing the other drake off. She walked back, and Abil had to fight her way out of Yorath’s embrace.

Yorath was laughing at her as she got her clothing into semi-decent lines and pushed her skirt down as she wobbled to stand off the bed.

* * * *

Abil fell against herbeast’s muzzle, and the drake slowly walked into her, disappearing to the frustration of Yorath’s beast. Abil blinked as she realized that her drake had gone much further than she had. It was a good thing that no one could get pregnant in the scenario. The male had been intent and the female delighted. The skies had not been safe for public consumption for hours. Wait. Hours?

She focused and said, “Time remaining?”

Time expired. Emergency extraction beginning in three.

She looked to Yorath and his beast. And then they were gone.

She pulled her mask off as Viida fussed around her. “Easy, Abil. You guys were in there past the safety protocol.”

Abil’s muscles jerked as she tried to move. Halla was getting Yorath out of his link and helping him sit up.

Viida frowned. “The computer turned off the safeguards when you were in there.”

She focused. “I checked.”

“That is what made the safeguards kick in.”

“How long?”

“Eleven hours.”

“Oh, no.”

“Come on, he’s in good hands. We will get you changed.”

Abil couldn’t say anything. She was stunned, and her senses were dull. She dressed in the new outfit she had bought or, rather, Yorath had purchased for her. As she was ushered out, a series of imperial guards came to get their emperor, and Viida kept an arm around her as the door closed and cut off her view.

“Well, you certainly went above and beyond for the station. What did you two get up to in there?”

“The drakes flew together.” She focused her words.

“What? His and...”

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