Chapter 8 Mating and Procreation of Dragons
Mating and Procreation of Dragons
Lawrie
First things first. I spent a good hour in the bathroom, taking care of all the urgent needs, then brushing my teeth and showering.
I dutifully ignored the niggling unease and reminded myself in regular intervals that Ernest was in his study and that I did need a break from him.
One night, and I had separation anxiety? From a freaking dragon?
The hot water on my pecs felt incredible, so I didn’t question it and simply enjoyed it.
I massaged them under the spray, and it got me hard, but I ignored my erection.
Having my hands on my chest was more important than jerking off.
I tried not to think of Ernest, but it proved to be impossible. He was all I could think about.
If everything he said was true… Hell. The thing was, aside from the reptilian detail, I couldn’t see any flaws in him. What was I complaining about? Oh yeah. I’d just met the man, and my body decided to pop kids for him without consulting my brain.
I did want kids. Eventually. One day. What did Ernest say?
Three to five months to the heat, plus nine.
A little more than a year before I’d push out a dragon baby.
But he also mentioned contraceptives, so maybe pregnancy was optional.
I really hoped so because I was not ready.
God, this was insane. How was I even thinking these thoughts?
Ernest did his best to soothe me, dancing around me on tiptoes and telling me repeatedly he’d give me time… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. If it was all true. Considering I’d seen him change into a dragon with my own eyes… Maybe?
Shouldn’t I still be screaming in horror? That thing had talons bigger than my shoes.
I couldn’t wrap my head around any of it.
Overheated from the shower, I dried myself quickly. Stuffing my bloated stomach back into my tight slacks seemed pointless, so I dressed in the terrycloth robe.
I walked out of the bathroom and looked around. Through an open door on the other side of the vast living room area, I could see Ernest’s shoulder where he sat by his desk. The sight comforted me because him being here meant I was safe. Which made zero sense.
Walking around the room, I looked at shelves and pictures.
Ernest had a lot of paintings and large prints on the walls, mostly nature sceneries, and of course, plenty were aerial views; swirling rivers from above, glittering lakes, islands and deep forests, snowy fields.
It must be amazing to see the world from a bird’s perspective whenever he wanted.
A carving of a small dragon sitting on a side table caught my eye.
I crouched and inspected it. It was about half a foot tall with spread wings and an open muzzle.
It resembled Ernest, but the shape of the head was slightly different, and the body was skinnier.
Ernest was quite buff in his dragon form; this dragon seemed sleeker.
Was it just a statue or a likeness of someone who existed in real life?
I paused in front of a large bookcase and scanned the titles.
It felt reassuring somehow that Ernest owned several classic novels I had read.
One shelf was filled with books on aviation and aerospace engineering.
My eyes wandered above that shelf… Oh wow.
One old-looking volume had Famous Dragons of Ancient India written on the thick spine in swirly golden letters.
Another book was simply called Draco. Next to it sat An Instinct for Dragons.
Intrigued by the title, I took it, opened the thin volume, and began reading the introduction.
It was a work by a professor in anthropology who analyzed various dragon legends that simultaneously appeared in distant cultures with seemingly no communication between them.
Said professor proposed a hypothesis that these similar ideas of dragons as fear-inducing reptilian creatures arose from a primitive fear of snakes, common to all humans across cultures.
I smirked. Or dragons do exist, and that’s why the legends appear all over the world.
I put the book back next to a small inconspicuous paperback that looked older and shabbier than the rest. It was cracked along the spine, and I had to lean closer to read the inscription.
Mating and Procreation.
I snatched the book like it was gold and sank into the sofa. Heart pounding, I opened it on a random page and read.
It’s impossible to determine whether a human omega will become a dragon mate until he meets his dragon.
Terrestrar (1923) claims that only “chosen” humans are born to become dragon mates.
Those omegas have superior health and beauty, and their unique mating capabilities lie dormant until they meet their fated alphas.
According to more modern researchers, such as Collins (1979), any human omega is capable of becoming a dragon mate, and the physical changes are set off by the alpha’s pheromones and semen during bonding.
At least the language was vaguely scientific, which sounded reliable and realistic.
It’s about dragons fucking. There’s nothing realistic about that.
I turned a few pages and sucked in a breath.
In front of my eyes was a very detailed, accurate medical illustration of a naked omega with enlarged pectorals, big, hard nipples, and a swollen underbelly, just like mine right now.
Since the initial coitus with their mate, many omegas report an insistent urge to be deeply penetrated, arousing fantasies about breeding and pregnancy, intense sexual dreams, and other heat-like symptoms. The womb uncoils gradually, the surrounding tissues swell, and the glands around the anus are enlarged, producing an excess of pheromone-saturated slick.
The mammal glands grow swiftly, and after only twelve hours since the initial coitus, transparent liquid can be drawn from the omega’s nipples.
The pheromones produced by the omega’s mammal glands are the key ingredient of the physical bonding.
Nursing one’s mate with “lover’s milk” as it’s colloquially known, is considered the strongest bonding experience, transcending the physical connection.
Erm. Okay. Rubbing my chest with my forearm, I frowned at the book.
I felt equally aroused and weirded out by the idea of “nursing” Ernest. The rest of it, though?
Spot on. Reading the exact description of what was happening to me calmed me a little.
I settled deeper into the sofa and stared at the picture of the omega.
His eyes were half closed, lips swollen, and with his perky nipples on display and a half-hard little cock…
Suddenly the image didn’t look medical at all. It looked like porn.
I flipped a page.
Dear Lord.
The picture of the alpha was from the side, with his dick fully erect, sticking out like a freaking flagpole. My eyes widened, taking in the long, ridged cock with a huge cockhead and a small bulge on the underside where the knot would grow.
The alpha’s phallus changes during the first week of bonding.
While flaccid, it looks the same as an unmated dragon’s penis.
The enlarged glans together with five to seven protruding rings underneath the corona becomes noticeable when the phallus is erect.
The knot also evolves, now permanently partially engorged.
According to Hobbes (1982), the transformation provides the utmost pleasure for the omega during bonding intercourse, securing the desired depth of penetration and stimulation of both the uncoiling womb and the omega’s prostate.
With shaky fingers, I quickly turned another page.
Couples describe coitus during the bonding phase as overwhelmingly intense and enjoyable.
Penetrative intercourse occurs frequently, by desire from both partners, usually at least once a day.
In a study conducted by Hobbes (1982), who followed thirty mated dragon alphas over the course of ten years, some couples reported as many as sixty unique sexual interactions that resulted in climax during the first two weeks of bonding only.
Four times a day for two weeks? Seriously? I squirmed on the sofa, and my gaze flashed to the open door of Ernest’s study. Could I ask him to fuck me now? I wanted to slap myself. No sex until I know what I’m doing, dammit! I read further down on the page.
Several dragon alphas in Hobbes’s study reportedly climaxed untouched while consuming their omega mate’s slick and seed.
Hobbes seems to be transfixed by lover’s milk, and an entire chapter is dedicated to nursing as a sexual practice during bonding.
He goes into excruciating detail considering different positions, massage and suction techniques, including specific advice on nursing prior to, during, and after coitus.
The information was fascinating and felt kind of vital for me, even though it had the undesirable effect of making me seriously horny again. Unable to resist, I flipped another few pages. And there it was. An illustration of an omega in heat, being bred. I knew all the science was just fancy porn.