When I approached the fine line between desperation and bliss, he dropped down to his elbows. His body skimmed over my cock with the perfect amount of friction. He dipped his head to my shoulder. His mouth was hot and his teeth so sharp, I didn't feel them break the skin when he clamped down on my sensitive flesh.
He released me and stretched his neck over my mouth, giving me the perfect angle to bite and claim him, too. The magic swirling around us entered through our bites and tangled in our shared orgasms. I groaned around the flesh in my mouth as his seed filled me. At the same time, the magic consumed us both, rending us apart and melding us together. For a moment, I was Mac, and he was me. I was a beta kobold, and he was a dragon.
The magic worked its way out of us, leaving us both exhausted and overjoyed.
Mac fell on top of me, panting. He licked the already healed bite on my neck and chuffed a laugh. "Mine."
I grinned. "Yours, as you are mine."
I kissed and licked over the bite I'd pressed into his skin, too, loving the smooth texture of the healed skin over my tooth marks. To Mac's kobold friends, it would look like any other kobold mark, but it would flare with my magic whenever another dragon was near, showing them Mac belonged to me. Any who tried to hurt him would die a fiery death.
"I don't have a knot," he whined when his cock slipped out of me.
"You are perfect the way you are," I said. "I can already feel my balls growing."
They weren't, not yet, but the change in my magic told me the egg had fertilized. Once it started to harden inside me, I wouldn't be able to hold my kobold form. I needed to be my full dragon self to give the egg room to grow.
Our child would be roughly the size of a kobold hatchling when their egg dropped from my ovipositor. Then they would continue to grow outside my body, using my magic and my bond with Mac to form until they were ready to meet us. I couldn't wait to meet our baby dragon.
I also couldn't wait to meet the baby kobold still tangled in Mac's scent as he drifted to sleep beside me. I hoped I didn't need an appointment to speak with Priestess Alma when we returned home. I hoped she wouldn't shoot at me with the spike for sharing our good news.
ChapterFifteen
Mac
I thought feedingOdessa and Rapture their cow quarters would be the most dramatic part of my morning, but I was wrong. All four of Punky and Lark's children tried to run from them when they announced it was time to go home.
"I want to go to the park one more time!" Ernie said. "We met a tadpole, and I wanna see it turn into a frog!"
"I didn't get to ride the underground rollercoaster," Grover whined. It was indoors, not underground, but it was the closest thing to the grotto we'd seen on Earth. It had been undergoing repairs while we were there.
"I haven't studied enough mosquitos!" Clementine shouted.
Punky and Lark locked gazes, and both rolled their eyes at the same time. "If she only knew how much I hated mosquitos growing up," Lark said. "They're the worst bugs on the planet."
"I don't get it," Punky whined. "They haven't bitten her, not once."
"I haven't gotten another mosquito bite since I turned twenty-five and they reversed the changeling spell," Lark said. "Mac, have you ever been bitten by a mosquito?"
I tried to recall my earlier trips to Earth. "I don't think so."
"It's the body temperature difference," Punky said. "We're spelled to look human, but we're not. Galen, have you been bothered by bugs?"
Galen laughed. "Anything that tried to bite me would ingest fire from my veins."
Lark laughed. "In other words, they don't know because whatever bit them turned into a tiny pile of ash."
"Yes." Galen's grin was almost feral beneath their bushy mustache.
"A well-deserved pile of ash," Punky said. "Come on, kids! It's time to go!"
Robin ran with Grover to the far end of the parking lot, but he was the first to return to the van.
"I want to go home," Robin said. "I'll be closer to Weld there."
Galen nodded. "You'll feel closer to him once we cross planes."
"How do you know so much about our bond?" Robin asked.