Chapter 24
Lila
Tirrian fucks like a dragon. There’s nothing gentle or kind about it, it’s beastial and vicious. God, his cock is massive, but we make it work. Somehow, my pussy expands or does something to take it all again. There’s no barb or knot this time as he destroys my cunt. I scream and pant, riding the fine line of pleasure and pain when I feel my teeth change, and then I lunge forward, biting his peck. My teeth slide through his tough, scaled flesh until his blood floods my mouth. I swallow it down, gnawing the wound to make sure he’s good and marked. He stiffens and floods my pussy with his cum once more. I feel sorry for any beast who wants to drink from this pool in the future. It’s probably too hot to drink, but I don’t know what kind of creatures are on this planet.
Pulling back, I inspect my mating bite, satisfied when I see I marked him up. It better scar, and he’s never wearing a shirt again. I want everyone to see that he’s mine, especially all of those needy, thirsty dragon bitches when we visit his family. I won’t hesitate to put any of them in their place if they even look at him the wrong way.
Once we finish that round of sex, we actually make an effort to clean ourselves before getting out. I’m excited for my shifting lesson.
“Is this space big enough?” I ask, looking around the small clearing.
“Not for both of us, but I’ll shift first and launch into the sky, and then you can do the same thing,” he tells me, his eyes shining with anticipation.
“Launch into the sky, just like that,” I mutter, snapping my fingers at him, and he nods.
“Yes. Wasn’t swimming in your kraken form instinctual? Or being in your cat form?”
“I haven’t been in full cat form yet,” I argue for the sake of it, my nerves causing me to be petty. “But yes, the kraken inside me just took over.”
He nods. “So let your dragon do the same thing.”
I look inside and feel her excitement and impatience. “Yeah, okay.”
He gives me another quick kiss. “See you in the sky,” he says, winking before walking backward into the middle of the clearing. His body shifts and grows, and before me is his beautiful black dragon. In the low bioluminescent light, I can’t see his pink shimmer. I still can’t wrap my head around this Tirrian. He’s so different from the surly asshole I’ve known for so long. I like it, but I kind of miss sparring with him too. His giant wings stretch out, brushing against the trees on either side of the clearing, before he lifts with a mighty stroke, the rush of air almost knocking me off my feet. I just steady myself when the wings beat again, and another rush of air pummels me. I lock my knees and lean into it to stay standing, because it happens a few more times until he finally clears the trees. He disappears into the darkness, but I can hear him up there waiting for me. His wing beats are slow and steady, keeping him in place.
Come, mate. His voice is growly, and I know his beast is in charge, so I turn to my inner animals. The whisperer and kraken are quiet, but I can feel my dragon’s impatience. She surges to the forefront of my mind, pushing me back, and I feel my body start to change. Unlike shifting into a kraken, this one hurts. I feel my bones break and shift before reforming, and my scream of pain echoes throughout the forest. Tirrian’s dragon roars, and there’s a touch of sorrow.
Only the first time,he tells me as I collapse to the ground, lost to the shift and my dragon.
When I return to consciousness, I’m flying through the darkness. The bioluminescent forest is gone, and I can see heat signatures of animals on the ground hidden amongst the foliage, their bodies undetectable by the human eye. They are the ultimate predators waiting for unsuspecting prey, but to a dragon, they are nothing but prey. There’s a nagging urge to hunt, but thankfully my dragon isn’t pushing it—unless she already did when I was taking a nap. Not sure I could be in the passenger seat when we chomp on something cute and fluffy.
I look over and see Tirrian flying at my side, his heat signature a blast of color in the darkness. The stars twinkle above us, and the cold air on my face cools my overly hot body. There’s a funny taste in my mouth that I don’t recognize.
Dragons run very hot,he informs me.You are doing so well, my beautiful mate. I can hear how proud he is. I thought it would be terrifying, sharing my consciousness with the dragon, but it isn’t. It’s thrilling, and I feel free in a way I never have before. Flying in dragon form could be addicting if I’m not careful. Hunted down our meal like a true dragon queen. You were magnificent. I didn’t need to do anything.
We ate?I ask. That would explain the taste in my mouth. You know what? I don’t want to know, I tell him, and he chuckles.
Let us return to Zeydan’s dwelling. You are going to need to rest. Your first shift is always exhausting. We want to be in perfect condition to go after your grandma tomorrow.
He tips his wing down and angles his body so he turns back the way we came in a large arc. I follow him, my dragon in perfect control. The return flight takes about half an hour, and I can see the bioluminescent part about ten minutes out. A dragon’s eyesight is amazing.
Instead of landing in the clearing near the pool, Tirrian keeps flying and lands in front of the cabin like he did when he arrived. It’s a much larger space, but I wait for him to shift into human form and move out of the way before I follow him down. My wings are tired, and I can feel my dragon’s exhaustion as we flap them to keep us hovering. Thankfully, Tirrian’s shift is quick. I allow myself to lower, but the last few yards, my wings turn to jelly, and they sort of fold in on themselves. I crash, shaking the ground around me with a giant thud.
“Lila.” Tirrian runs over to me. “Are you okay?” he asks me, running his hands over my body. I flop down onto my stomach and pant, a small stream of fire sputtering out of my mouth and hitting Tirrian’s legs. I freeze, horrified that I just burned my mate.
Fuck, are you okay?I ask him, waiting for his screams of pain, but he smiles and continues to check me over for damage. His hands feel nice on my scales, and I start purring.
“Yes, we are impervious to each other’s and other species’ flames. It’s only flames of other dragons we need to worry about, and to be honest, most of the time they only singe us a little.”
I allow my eyes to close as he keeps stroking me. That’s nice, I mutter into his head. His hands go to my wings, and he grabs one by the edge and starts walking backwards, stretching it out. It hurts, but when he has it fully stretched out, I groan as my stiff muscles loosen under his ministrations. He holds it before walking it back in and then going around and doing the same to the other one.
“You should see yourself, Lila. You are beautiful. Your dragon is the same color as your hair. Look in Zeydan’s windows, and you should be able to see your reflection.” I hear admiration and awe in his tone, and I’m excited to check myself out.
I crack my eyes open, not wanting to move, and look at myself in the glass. Zeydan walks out of the house and down the steps, coming over to us. “You are magnificent, little one,” he tells me, stroking a hand over my muzzle.
Not so little now,I grumble before turning my attention back to my reflection, enjoying both males’ hands on me.
Tirrian is right. My body is a shimmery, pearlescent white with orange, blue, and pink veins running throughout it. I bet I would sparkle brightly in the sun. Shiny and I are a matching set. We are going to look so pretty flying together.
“Come on, shift back, and you can fall asleep in a nice, comfy bed,” Tirrian cajoles, joining Zeydan in front of me.
Don’t want to,I grumble, hoping that Zeydan can hear my inner voice too.
“You know, in all my years, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dragon pout,” Zeydan murmurs to Tirrian, and he chuckles.
“Me either, but Lila worked very hard tonight, so it’s no wonder she’s tired.”
Worked and got worked over very hard, I mutter, and Zeydan snorts with amusement as Tirrian rolls his eyes.
“Come on, change.” Tirrian goes around behind me and smacks my rump.
You’re lucky I’m too tired to eat you,I growl at him fiercely, turning my head to glare at him. He rolls his eyes again. Hey, I’m fearsome. Be afraid.
“Yes, you are terrifying, but I’m also tired, and that trumps being afraid at the moment.” The bastard is just humoring me, but I’m too tired to take a chunk out of his ass. Rain check.
I let my shift wash over me. It still hurts, but it’s not as bad as the first one. It takes a few minutes, and when I finally return to my normal form, I’m panting and sweating and a few tears drip down my face.
“Come, a bath will help those aches and pains.” Zeydan leads the way after Tirrian scoops me up into his arms. I’m naked, but both of them are doing a good job of ignoring it, which I appreciate at the moment. I’m too tired to be upset.
They manhandle me into the rustic bathtub in Zeydan’s bathroom. Tirrian blows fire over it to warm the water before submerging me in it, and Zeydan adds a dribble of something from a bottle on a shelf next to the tub. “This will help the aches and pains. I use it after I shift. I don’t do it very often now that I don’t have all my power, so it’s painful every time.”
That actually doesn’t bode well for future Lila. I can’t imagine I will have a reason to shift all that often either. The oil disperses over the top of the bath before sinking into the hot water. The smell is reminiscent of menthol and arnica, and my muscles relax, becoming nicely numbed. It also helps the very real ache in between my legs. His monster cock really did destroy my pussy. Thank God for the resilient Skarrian vagina that Magenta keeps telling me about.
My eyes drift closed, and I hear them talking, but I’m just too tired to pay any attention. Tirrian’s hands are both gentle and efficient on my body as he washes me all over, murmuring words of encouragement and praise. He finally lifts me up, and I feel a towel wrap around my body and hair as he dries me before laying me down on a soft bed. Tirrian presses a kiss to my lips.
“I’m just going to wash off, and then I’ll join you,” he promises me, and then it’s lights out. I wake sometime later surrounded by heat. I crack open my eyes. The room is dark except for the bathroom doorway, where bioluminescent vines light the way. How thoughtful of Zeydan. Speaking of the god, he’s lying next to me on my right, so it must be Tirrian whose hot as fuck body is wrapped around me. I never would have guessed he was a snuggler. I wriggle in his arms, but he just tightens them like he’s afraid to let me go. I give up for a moment and turn my attention back to the god. His eyes are open, and he’s watching me.
“Hi.” I smile at him, still not completely sure where I stand with him, but I’m willing to find out.
One of his murder puppies next to him lifts his head and growls at me before returning its head to the bed. When I look around, I can see the rest of them spread out on the floor around us.
“They are a little put out because they have to sleep on the floor,” he tells me, sounding slightly sheepish.
“Is that why your bed is so big? So your murder puppies can sleep with you?”
“Yes, they guard me when I am at my most vulnerable,” he says quietly so we don’t wake the sleeping dragon—literally.
“I’ll have to give them extra snuggles when we get up to make it up to them.” I feel a little guilty now. Hopefully they don’t hold a grudge.
“Are you okay? Can I get you anything?” he asks me, and I wince.
“I need to go to the bathroom, but he’s holding on pretty tight.”
“Dragons are fairly possessive, and you just became the most important part of his hoard. I would offer to help you, but your mating is too new, and I do not want to get cooked. Even with immortality, burning still hurts, and with my powers at less than half, I probably wouldn’t regenerate as quickly as I normally would.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re enjoying this?” I ask him, looking at him.
“It has been a long time since I enjoyed company, and the fact that it’s my mate and her mates who I hope will become friends is exciting. I like watching relationship dynamics, and I’m eager to see how this all unfolds.”
“Is that what we are? Entertainment?” I ask, feeling hurt by his declaration, and his smile drops as he shakes his head, reaching out to touch me, but he hesitates.
“No, not at all. Sorry, like I said, it’s been a long time since I had interaction with other sentient life-forms. I don’t even interact with the harvesters. I am looking forward to having family and friends again. When we all went our separate ways in search of life and death and what happened to our powers, I never imagined I wouldn’t see my family again. They are not dead, I’d know if they were, but I guess they probably decided to protect themselves and found somewhere to lay low. We are immortal, but we can be killed. How we die determines how long it takes to regenerate. Anyway, I miss them, and it wasn’t until just now that I realized how much. I may be a god, but I am still a red-blooded male with feelings.”
His words appease my hurt feelings, and I wriggle a little more, trying to get my Klingon to release me. “Tirrian, I have to pee,” I hiss at him, and he grumbles and releases me. I slip out quickly, not wanting him to latch on before I can leave the bed. I’m still naked, but I’m past the point of caring now, and I hope Zeydan gets a good look as I crawl down to the bottom and climb over the pile of murder puppies, careful not to step on any of them.
I give one or two of them a scratch, making a head start on sucking up, and I get a couple of happy tail thumps before hurrying to the bathroom. I find the toilet in a little alcove and do my business before flushing it. Thankfully there are pipes in this section of the house. I wondered how they filled the bath so quickly.
When I return to the bed, I stop abruptly, trying to figure out what I’m seeing. In my absence, Tirrian shuffled into my spot. He must have been attracted by the heat, and he wrapped his arms around Zeydan. I slap my hand over my mouth at the look on Zeydan’s face. He seems bemused and slightly panicked. What’s even funnier is Tirrian is rubbing his face against Zeydan’s chest and petting him.
“Would you like some help?” I ask him, smothering the laugh that wants to bubble up.
“If you wouldn’t mind. I think your mate would be perturbed if he woke up and saw that he was grinding against me, especially since he’s naked and erect.”
“Oh? Oh!” Intrigued by this but unsure where Tirrian or Zeydan sit on the bisexual spectrum, I decide to help him out, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable. I mean, he’s a god, so I’m sure he’s probably experimented, but he did say it has been some time since he has been around people, and I don’t want either of them to feel uncomfortable. Also, being humped by a dragon probably isn’t the best way to start a friendship, even if they have been playing nicely up until now, much to my amazement.
“Come on, lover boy.” I drag his arm off Zeydan and shove him, trying to move him back onto his side of the bed so I can slip between them. It proves impossible, so I climb into the spot Tirrian was in previously. That’s all it takes. He must smell me, because he releases Zeydan and rolls over, wrapping himself around me once more. His weight draped over me and the heat he puts off warms me quickly. The trip to the bathroom had been cold, and I’m happy for my heater.
“Thank you, and sleep well, little one,” Zeydan says.
“Night, Z,” I call back. “And thank you for everything.” I reach over Tirrian, and I feel Zeydan give my hand a squeeze. A spark lights up my nerves.
“Whoa, what was that?” I ask him, snatching my hand away quickly.
“That’s my soul reaching out to yours. I’m sorry if it scared you. It’s quite excited about you,” he answers calmly, his tone belying what his soul told me. That little spark was a small shot of joy and celebration, and I can’t believe that’s what he feels without even knowing me, but I’m also thrilled about it.
“It’s okay, I liked it,” I tell him.
“Good.” He sounds pleased now, and I feel a smile drift across my lips as I fall asleep again.