Interlude

Chapter 22

Lila

Before I can form a response, he leaps to his feet, sweeps me up into his arms, and kisses me. Whoa, he’s forceful and not taking no for an answer. He nips my bottom lip before his tongue sweeps across it, asking for entry. I sink into his embrace and allow him to kiss the hell out of me. Our tongues wrestle for dominance, but one of his hands drifts up to my hair, threading through the strands, and he gives a little tug, angling my head so he has better access to my mouth, and my inner submissive melts. I give myself over to him, my hands running up and down his back as we make out. When he pulls away, my core throbs, my heart races, and I’m breathing heavily.

“Please, Lila, please be my mate. Allow me to bite you and make my dragons the happiest dragons in the galaxy.”

My mouth drops open in shock, and I gape at him. I feel him chuckle, my body shaking with it.

“Yeah, I guess I kind of deserve that reaction and so much more, but I promise I’m sincere. If you don’t believe me, switch to your warlock form and read my mind. I will happily give you access to my inner workings.” His tone starts to hold a hint of desperation, and as much as I just want to go with the flow, he has hurt me so many times. I know his dragons want me, but I want to know how the man feels.

I’m still wearing Zeydan’s robe, so I pull away and let it drop, not wanting to destroy it when I shift forms.

Tirrian’s eyes darken, and his pupils elongate as he catches sight of my naked body. “Why are you naked? Could the god man not even create you some clothes?” he growls as smoke drifts out of his nose.

I don’t bother answering him as my mimic powers take over, and I assume my warlock form. I use my nakedness as a distraction to slide into Tirrian’s brain. It’s a little confusing to start with, because there are three distinct voices. Holy crap, no wonder he’s a grumpy fuck. Sharing his head with two different creatures must be exhausting, especially two dominant creatures, but as I concentrate, I can separate each voice.

The two dragons are guttural and beastly with animal instincts, and they are shouting, “Mate,” and “Breed.”

Whoa Nelly, let’s ease up on the whole breeding thing. I’m not ready to add any more children to our large brood at this stage.I feel them both pout and retreat as I share my thoughts with them, and I feel a little guilty. I promise we will one day, just not right now, I add that extra bit of reassurance, which seems to make them happy, and they fall silent, leaving Tirrian’s mind.

God, I was such a fool. I hurt her so many times, no wonder she won’t forgive me. Scales, she’s beautiful. How am I going to convince her that I have always wanted her, and that I am ready to commit? I can’t wait to see what her dragon form looks like. Hopefully she gets both dragons so they can have fun with one another. They are going to be so sad if she doesn’t get a form. My teeth ache to bite her. Dad warned me it would happen, but I didn’t believe him. I just want to taste her and spend the rest of my life keeping her safe. I wonder if she would like to see my hoard. I have a lot of pretty, sparkly things to tempt her. Maybe that’s what I need to do. Dragon women want to know that you can provide for them, they love pretty sparkly gems, so maybe I should show Lila my hoard—or my dick, that would probably work better. I want to chase and bite her like my dad chased my mom.

I pull out of his brain and burst into laughter. Tirrian frowns, looking slightly offended.

“Oh, you poor, poor man. No wonder you’re so grumpy, your mind is chaotic,” I tell him, stifling my laughter because I really don’t want to upset him. It did help me make a decision though. I thought he had his shit together and knew what he wanted, but his mind is just as much of a mess as mine is. The one thing that stands out, though, is that he wants me. Heck, I can feel that he already loves me, yet he was taught that showing love makes him vulnerable, so he hides it deep down.

He steps back and crosses his arms, and I know I upset him, but I’m still naked, and he’s a man, so his gaze drifts down my body again. I step toward him, and when he takes a small step back, I smirk.

“Lila, baby, stop there. You’re gloriously naked, and I’m a man with two dragons riding me hard. If you want to continue this conversation, I am begging you to put clothes on.”

I let my warlock form fall away, returning to my original form, and I take another step toward him.

“Lila,” he growls, smoke drifting out of his nose. “I hope you are sure about this.”

I look over his shoulder at the bed and wrinkle my nose. I don’t want our first time to be in Zeydan’s bed. That’s not fair to any of us. I did see he’d like to chase me, and I want to give him that. I glance out the window, and I’m surprised to see the forest is still lit up, and there isn’t an animal to be seen.

Stay within the lit area, and you will be safe, little one. Have fun, and return by morning so we can find your grandmother.Zeydan’s voice is gentle and encouraging, and I feel a rush of affection for the god. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he is my mate as well.

I push Tirrian away, and I hate the look that crosses his face, like I’m rejecting him, but I take another step backward and head toward the glass wall, which is still missing a panel from when we first let Tirrian inside. “Prove how much you want me,” I taunt him and take off, using a burst of Vilaxian speed to get ahead of him and into the bushes. A roar echoes through the trees, but I don’t stop to look, although I do slow to normal speed, a thrill of excitement rushing through me at the thought of being caught.

“Lila!” Tirrian growls somewhere behind me. “You better be sure, because if I catch you, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll see stars and then bite you, making you mine. I can’t stop this, you’ve triggered my animal’s mating drive.”

It’s sweet that he thinks he still has to give me a choice. I knew from the minute he announced I was his mate that this male would be mine, but I had to make him work for it for all the pain he caused.

I skip over roots and leaves and duck under low-hanging branches. There isn’t a path other than the one I’m making. I can see easily with my Vilaxian senses, and I can hear Tirrian slowly starting to gain ground.

“I’m going to make that pussy mine. I’m going to fuck you so hard you will feel me for days,” he snarls loudly, announcing his intentions to the wilderness.

My pussy throbs with joy, and my inner voices cheer him on, willing him to go faster as my thighs grow damp. Shit, I wasn’t really thinking clearly when I decided to run through the forest naked. I was thinking with my pussy and nothing else. Branches scrape and scratch me, and the slight sting of pain combined with the adrenaline of knowing I’m being pursued by a dragon make the sensations that much more intense, and my whole body throbs with need.

Should I just stop and let him catch me? Would that be fair? I’m totally down for it, but would he be upset? Why didn’t I research the mating habits of dragons?

I keep running, but I realize the sound of Tirrian crashing through the bushes behind me has stopped. I slow my pace, my breath a little ragged, and I try to focus on my surroundings. I’m in a little clearing with a small pool of water surrounded by some rocks. It’s like a private grotto, and there is steam drifting off the water, the light smell of sulfur in the air. Oh nice, a hot spring. I wonder if the dragon would like to go for a dip with me. Now, where did that dragon get to?

I wait, trying to catch a hint of him, but there’s nothing—no sound, no movement. It’s like he’s gone. Did he give up? Was it too much for him? Or did one of the predators get him? Zeydan said his power wasn’t always reliable. I start to move back in the direction I came, worried that maybe he’s hurt or worse. No, I won’t think about that, I’m sure he’s fine.

There’s suddenly a tremendous roar, and out of nowhere, I’m tackled to the ground. I scream and struggle, fighting the arms that are wrapped around my waist. “Gotcha,” he growls into my ear, his hard length pressed against me as the rough fabric of his skirt rubs over my naked skin. That familiar scent of spicy smoke hits me, and my mouth waters as my fangs drop. I remember what Tirrian tastes like—smoky and spicy—and my stomach rumbles. Using my Vilaxian strength, I break his grip and flip him onto his back, straddling him. His eyes widen in shock. I don’t think he was expecting for me to turn the tables on him. They soon narrow again as he reaches for me, but I pin his hands to the ground and tap into my warlock powers. They do as I bid, even though I retain my Lila form, and cause the vines to slither out of the surrounding forest and trap his hands.

“Hey!” He looks panicked as they wrap around his wrists and pin him in place. He thrashes around, but I have him fairly well contained.

I smirk down at him. “Oh, it was fun when I was the prey, but not so fun now, is it?” I run a finger over his naked chest, and I feel his cock twitch underneath me. I wiggle a little, moaning at the friction. “Be patient,” I purr. “You will get your turn, but first, I want to have some fun. After all, you did make me wait, so it’s only fair that I turn the tables.” I lean in and run my nose over the vein in his neck, groaning at his scent. My fangs throb as I whisper, “Tell me no if you don’t want this.”

“Please, Lila,” he stammers, his hips thrusting up into my body, rubbing himself against me. “Bite me,” he demands, and a wide grin crosses my lips.

“Yes, sir,” I say before I strike. I don’t make it painless, I want him to feel my fangs—a bit of payback for the pain he caused me.

He yelps, but then I inject some venom into his blood before I start to draw mouthfuls from his vein. He relaxes beneath me as the venom rushes through his system, and his hips start to work harder against my pussy. I continue to drink as we writhe against one another like teenagers dry humping in the back row of the movie theater. I drink my fill and pull back, sealing the puncture marks with a flick of my tongue. When I look down at him, his eyes are glazed with desire and his teeth are clenched, the muscles in his jaw flexing as my venom works its way through his system.

There’s no way to stop his orgasm from happening, and I don’t want to waste a single drop of his cum, so I slide down his body, push his skirt up, and lick a long line up the length of his cock. He groans gutturally, and smoke starts to puff out of his nose as his nostrils flare. I’m surprised to see he has a large bulge at the base of his cock like the lightning cats, but it also has a spiked barb in the center of it two finger lengths up from the base. The barb drips with a clear fluid much like my fangs do. I stroke a finger over it, and he grimaces in pleasure and pain.

“What does this do?” I ask him, but he squeezes his eyes shut and pants.

“Please, Lila.”

I remember my venom. Ignoring the barb for now, I take his fat head into my mouth. Tirrian’s cock is too long for me to take all of it into my throat, even if it didn’t have that sharp protrusion. I do my best, hollowing my cheeks and sucking, teasing him with my tongue and letting my fangs scrape his sensitive skin. It’s what tips him over the edge, and he thrusts up. I gag in surprise as he shouts and floods my mouth with his cum. I swallow the best I can, but it’s copious amounts, and he keeps bellowing as his orgasm stretches out for minutes, his cum leaking out of the sides of my mouth, making a mess of me. I feel the hot liquid dribble down my chin and onto my breast as I pull away, panting for air. His taste is unusual, kind of like a pineapple strawberry with a slightly sour bite. I swipe some of the spilled cum up with my finger and suck it off, watching my mate watch me. His eyes are slits, and there’s a continuous rumble from the back of his throat, his wings shuddering underneath him.

He yanks first one arm and then the other free of the vines I had holding him in place. Crap, obviously he was just humoring me. I underestimated his shifter strength. Before I can react, he pounces, flipping me over and pushing my chest into the dirt below me.

My heart skips a beat, the thrill of being dominated sending my senses racing. I feel him run a forked tongue up my spine as his arms wrap around me, and he massages the mess of his release into my body. He’s purring and rumbling and mostly beyond comprehension, which I recognize as his beasts pushing to the front.

“Such a pretty, brave, and strong mate. Made us chase her, but we caught her, and now we are going to make her ours,” I hear him mutter, his voice completely guttural. I feel the pain of needles pricking my skin, and when I glance at his hands on my breasts, I notice his fingernails have given way to claws. He’s dragging them over my skin in a way that has my fear rising, which just intensifies the whole situation.

“Pretty, pretty mate, going to have to make her take our cock, lock her in, and breed her.”

I send a little prayer of thanks to the gods that I had Link inject me with species wide contraception. Hopefully it will stand up to whatever plan this dragon has. Otherwise, I will turn him into a set of leather handbags and shoes for me and Magenta.

I start to say something, but my complaint turns to a moan as he lightly drags a nail over my swollen, needy clit. The pain adds an extra bite of pleasure, and I relax, my body becoming pliant and flexible under his ministrations.

“Such a good, pretty girl,” Tirrian mutters as I feel him line up his massive dragon dick at my entrance. It’s going to hurt if he thrusts deeply, but luckily my pussy is already soaked from our play beforehand, and I like a bit of pain with sex.

His clawed hands caress the globes of my ass before he grabs my hips. His claws dig in at the same time as he thrusts his monster cock into me, and I scream, the sound high and piercing, echoing through the jungle.

“Good girl, almost there,” he coos, his nails lodged into my skin, and I feel blood trickle down my body. Fuck, he isn’t all the way in. My eyes water from the pain in my hips and in my pussy, but it slowly seeps away and is replaced by red-hot pleasure. No, seriously, it’s hot. His hands start to heat up, and so does his cock, my pussy walls giving way to the heat and allowing him to slide a little farther in. His grip on my hips doesn’t falter as he starts to slide back and forth, and I groan as I feel him all the way in my soul.

“Little more, and I promise it’s going to be perfect,” he says encouragingly. “Just a pinch of pain.” He pulls back and slams inside again, and my eyes roll back in my head as another rush of pain washes through me, my body almost seizing at the feeling. The sharp barb that was on his dick is now inside me, digging into the walls of my pussy. I writhe under him, trying to push him away as the pain intensifies.

“Stop, please stop,” I beg him, and he releases one of my hips to run his hand down my spine.

“Easy, princess, just hold out a little more.” The guttural voice of his beast is gone, and it’s replaced with the smooth, deep timbre of Tirrian. I’m sobbing, but as his hands soothe my skin, I feel the heat intensify as the knot at the base of his cock starts to inflate, locking him into my tight channel. He leans over me and starts to pulse his pelvis in and out, and that barb, lodged into my upper wall, starts to vibrate. My eyes roll back in my head as the pain does a one-eighty and becomes intense, unbelievable pleasure. My limbs tingle, and my body shudders as I bite down on my tongue and moan a long, loud, beastly noise. Dragon sex is mind-blowing. He continues to pulse his hips, whispering sweet words of encouragement that turn dirty.

“Look at you, taking my whole cock. Your pussy was made for me. It grips me so nicely, and I’m going to stuff you full of my cum over and over again, and when my knot deflates, I’m just going to stuff it back in with my fingers.” Damn, these aliens are obsessed with breeding. I’m lucky I have my own animals that feel the same way. My kraken and whisperer side are shouting their encouragement.

He leans in and licks my neck as the vibrating barb picks up speed, and I start to thrash around underneath him. His claws return to my hips, and he holds me still as his thrusting picks up. “Want to feel you squeeze my cock. Come for me, Lila,” he orders, and I am helpless to obey. It slams into me like nothing I’ve felt before.

My whole body explodes into one giant mass of writhing, blissful nerves as I feel it roll through every part of me. I scream out his name as I feel him latch his teeth in my shoulder blade as he grunts. The heat in my pussy becomes blistering as he fills it with his dragon cum. Like his last orgasm, this one seems to go on forever, drawing out my own pleasure for the same amount of time. I’m panting and gasping, and I feel my lower stomach start to bulge with the amount of cum he’s filling me with.

Holy shit, that’s not normal, but I guess my weird-shit-o-meter has had to grow a lot these last couple of months. Finally, he removes his teeth from my shoulder, and I feel the bond between us snap into place. It’s all too much, and my brain short-circuits, and then it’s lights out. The last thing I hear is Tirrian calling me his mate.