Epilogue – One Year Later
Zed’s Feral Form
M ate.
She’s so small and soft in my claws. A tiny weight. I hoist her to my back so she can straddle my spine right above my wings. I can feel the heat of her folds through my scales, which I enjoy very much. I would like to do a lot of things to those folds and the holes they hide.
You’re too big. Don’t forget you could hurt her, Zed says inside me. Words, words, words. He always has words.
I would never hurt her. I would bite off my own tail before I’d do that.
I prefer to carry my mate, but today I must carry her animal friend. Radar is my friend, too. We both enjoy the same things: fresh meat, interesting smells, and her .
He climbs into my hands with only a little coaxing. He’s not afraid to fly with me. He likes the wind flapping his ears.
I push off from the ground, stretching my wings to lift us high and then higher above the forest. My mate’s little limbs squeeze my neck as I wheel to give her a good view of the trees, the river, and the ocean beyond. She likes to see everything, and so I try and show her the whole world.
Stop showing off , Zed complains. She’s getting tired.
Words, words. My mate loves it. I can feel her heart jump and zip with excitement. Sometimes I wonder if she has a dragon inside that just can’t come out. Today, maybe I’ll find out.
I turn toward the sea, heading for the cliffs I scouted earlier. Above a small bay, there’s a cliffside cave big enough for a dragon’s den. I swept it out with my tail to make it ready for her and filled it with nesting material. My mate is so soft, she needs a soft nest. It took a lot of material because it’s big enough for me, too.
I made another, smaller nest for our animal friend. He is old and requires a lot of rest. My mate and I will not be resting in our nest, though.
Zed is talking words again, but I’m not listening. I focus on landing gently on the ledge that leads to the cave. My mate slides down off my back, gasping when she sees what I’ve prepared for us.
“This is amazing! Where did you get all this?” she asks me.
Yeah, where? Zed demands. I know you didn’t pay for it. Did you steal it? Are we going to get in legal trouble because you turn into a klepto every time you see a pillow or blanket?
See what I mean about words? He never stops. That’s why I have to do things while he’s sleeping sometimes.
I show my mate the little animal nest and put our friend in it. She looks happy at first, but then she frowns, motioning to the ledge behind us.
“He could wander out and fall off,” she explains, her delicious scent souring a little.
I locate some of the boulders I moved to the back of the cave and place them around his nest. His legs are short and he can’t fly, so he’ll be safe behind a stone wall. My mate beams her approval at me, showing her cute little teeth.
I scoop her up, lick her face, and take her to our nest. She laughs when I throw her into the pile of pillows in the center, so I pick her up and do it again. She’s still giggling when I slice off the fabric scraps that cover her curvy little body. I lick the soft, jiggly parts that I reveal, and she makes some noises that harden my cocks.
Let me out now, Zed says, storming around in there. This is my part.
I ignore him, because this is definitely my part still.
My tongue dips between my mate’s thighs, where her scent is the strongest, and she moans louder than she did before. That must be the right place. I concentrate there and feel her grow wetter, her taste more intense.
My tongue worms deep into her soft, muscular channel, licking up as much of her delicious wetness as it can until she grabs my horns. Her legs shake around my head, and she’s squirming so much that I have to hold her down.
I’m not sure if she’s trying to get away or trying to get closer, but I keep going because she’s still making the good sounds. The ones that have my cocks drooling all over the nest.
Zed yells something at me about my cocks, but I can’t hear him over the blood pounding in my ears. My tongue reaches deep inside her, and I swear I can taste her shy dragon in there. If I can just coax it out…
A rush of liquid pours out of her, even more delicious and salty-sweet than before. I have to take her whole pelvis in my mouth to catch it all.
“Zed,” she whimpers, eyes squeezed shut and legs around my ears, but I know she means me. He and I are the same dragon, even if he doesn’t always remember that. I know and my mate knows, and eventually he will figure it out.
I clamp my jaws around her, mindful of my teeth, and suck her tender flesh, comforting her with slow, soft licks until I feel her swell with fresh arousal. It’s like having fruit ripen right in my mouth.
Juicy and sweet. So delicate and tasty.
Don’t you dare bite her, Zed rails, which is pretty funny coming from him since he bites her all the time.
She melts on my tongue when her pleasure peaks this time, going totally limp, happy, salty tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
“Oh my god, I love you,” she whimpers, jolting every time my tongue teases into her. “I love you so much.” She means me, him, us.
Our mate , Zed says. He finally gets it.
Mate , I agree. Our favorite word. Our reason for being. Our everything, forever.