Page 18 of The Dragon at the End of This Pregnancy

"I wouldn't know," Mac said. "I've never fucked an omega."

I had questions, but I forgot them as he continued to move. I lost myself in the sensations of his hand gliding over my cock.

My ovipositor reached for him, wanting in on the action, and I howled when he brushed the tip with his thumb. He continued to circle it slowly and stuck his thumb inside the opening. When he grabbed onto it and pumped them both with the same rhythm, I couldn't hold myself up anymore. I rolled onto my back, and he followed.

"Do you like this," he stroked my ovipositor, "or this better?" He ran his thumb around the opening and pressed it inside.

"Your thumb," I said, unable to find more words in my addled mind. I lost track of everything but the sensation of his hands on me, working me into a frenzy.

"Wait," I said. "What about you?" I motioned for him to straddle me, and he was there, his solid weight pressing down on me as he took both of our cocks in one hand. He added more magical lubricant, and I sank further into the pillows, thrusting my hips upward with each stroke.

I dripped with sweat, something I didn't have in dragon form. When I reached the highest summit of pleasure, I thrust up into his hand, impaling myself on his thumb while my cock jetted cum like a fountain over my chest and abdomen.

My ovipositor clenched around Mac's thumb, and he moaned as his cock spurted over mine and added to the glorious mess.

"Fuck, that's so hot." He dropped to one elbow over me and kissed my jaw. "Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are when you come?"

He must have been able to tell from my confusion that no, I did not know how I looked when I came. We didn't have mirrors lying around our caves, unlike the abundance of them in the kobold villages.

"Next time, I'll show you," he said. "There's a huge mirror in the bathroom."

Thank all the gods, he wanted there to be a next time. If he wanted me to stand before a mirror, who was I to stop him?

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Once I could breathe again, my mind returned to my earlier questions. "Why couldn't you copulate with omegas? Weren't there omegas at The Spike without mates?"

"Yes, but we make it a priority to find their mates as soon as possible. That's why we have the meetups. We host the one for the fortress, and then we put the unclaimed omegas on dire weasels to the next village over."

The dire weasels could travel long distances the same way they traveled to other planes. The distance from the village to my cave was too short for accuracy, and they might fall off the mountain. Longer distances, like a village two hours away, were easier for them to navigate.

"Your grotto has been cold for some time," I said, thinking aloud. "Why did you not move all your alphas and omegas to another village?"

"We didn't want to draw your attention with so many dire weasel trips," Mac said. "If a couple failed three times to produce live hatchlings, we sent them to another village, but not before."

"You would have been sending all of them in another year," I said.

"I suppose that's true."

"You keep all your betas?"

"All those born here, yes. Someone has to do the work."

That statement rang false, not because Mac didn't believe it, but because I knew it wasn't true. "Your alphas and omegas do their own work and raise their children."

"We grow the food, clean the fortress, raise the animals?—"

If we continued this discussion, I would be raging mad on Mac's behalf. He was so much more than a servant to me.

I growled, and Mac changed the subject. "We should get cleaned up. Maybe do that again in the shower?"

"What is a shower?" It sounded like rain, which I liked.

"You're going to love it." He rolled off the bed and offered me his hand.

I did love it. The focused droplets cleaned the sweat from my brow and ran in rivulets down my horns, making me shiver.

"May I touch?" Mac asked.

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