Morning After

Devin

Islowly opened my eyes as bright rays of light filtered into the room.

I no longer felt the heat, or the all-consuming need to have sex.

That caused me to hurriedly sit up; removing the blanket from my body, I looked at my stomach.

There, just above my groin, shone a faint mark in the shape of a dragon.

Damn, the mark of conception, I thought.

It was how to tell a dragon had impregnated me, and it was the same mark that would open and allow the baby to be born. I was pregnant.

I flopped back on the bed and stared wide-eyed at the ceiling.

I was going to be a father. What the hell do I know about raising a kid?

He’s going to grow up and hate me. Oh God, he’s a dragon; he will probably end up burning my ass with fire.

I should have asked Ben more questions. So caught up in the thoughts of terror running through my mind, I failed to notice Roarke staring at me with a small smile on his face.

I felt a sudden sense of pride and happiness, and it took me a second to realize I was feeling Roarke's feelings through our bond. Crap, did he hear my crazy ramblings? I thought. He chuckled, and I knew he had.

"Proud of yourself, aren't you? You got me knocked up," I snipped, lifting myself on my elbow, turning to face Roarke.

"I’m thrilled, and yeah, a little proud of myself. My dragon is doing a strut right now," he replied with a smile.

Then his smile dropped, and his face turned serious. "The question is…are you happy?"

I took a moment to examine how I truly felt before I answered.

"Yes, I'm happy. I don't regret bonding with you, and I don't regret getting pregnant. I'm still scared, and that's hard for me to admit, but I can't let my fears rule me. I've been doing that for far too long."

The smile he’d worn before was back and broader than before. I leaned forward, pushing him over with my free hand, and kissed him. I felt myself getting hard, wanting him. He went to wrap his arms around me, and I stopped him. I moved his arms above his head.

"Grab hold of the headboard and keep them there. Don't move," I commanded with lust in my voice.

He moved to comply and did as instructed.

I felt Roarke's cock jerk in anticipation.

My beloved truly loved to be dominated, and I reveled in it.

I straddled his hips and leaned in, kissing his jaw and moving slowly until I got to his chest. I nibbled on, then bit his nipple, causing him to lift off the bed and moan in pleasure. He liked a bite of pain.

“Maybe we should get these pierced. Would you like that?" I asked as I pulled his nipple again.

"Yes," he gasped as he lifted off the bed again.

I could tell he wanted to move; his knuckles gleamed white as he gripped the headboard. I continued my trek down his body, finally reaching his leaking prick. His foreskin pulled back around the crown, and it bobbed as I stared at it.

"Please!" he begged. "Please touch me!"

I flicked my tongue out lightly, touching his slit, and tasted his pre-cum.

He tasted nearly as sweet as his blood. I heard him inhale through his teeth.

I knew I was driving him crazy, and that was what I was aiming for.

I wanted him out of his mind with lust. I moved down low to his big balls, nestled in his trimmed red pubic hair.

The carpet definitely matched the curtains.

I started licking his cum-filled sack and moved up his length.

His breathing got heavier, and he writhed with pleasure.

I took him in my mouth, sucking his head.

Swirling my tongue over his crown, I moved my tongue under his foreskin and nibbled on the flesh.

He jerked upward and moaned loudly. I pinned him down as I pleasured my mate with a blowjob, going lower and taking him down my throat.

I felt his balls tighten as I moved them in my fingers, and I knew he was close to coming.

I squeezed them tightly, bringing him back from the brink. I wanted to draw out his pleasure.

He hissed in ecstasy, trying again to move his hips. I kept my hold firm and sighed with pleasure at his taste. I continued the sweet torture, bringing him just to the point of coming and back down.

“Please, please, please. I need to come,” Roarke cried.

I grinned. This was precisely how I wanted him, begging.

My arousal matched his, and I couldn't take any more.

I needed to taste him fully. I moved halfway up his length and bit, my fangs piercing like little needles on his cock.

Roarke shouted as he came, and I drank down his blood and seed.

The combination was like ambrosia and took me over the edge.

I felt myself coming along with him. As he stopped, I pulled back and licked him clean.

"You bit my cock," he panted. "I can't believe you bit my cock—and it felt amazing." He paused, catching his breath.

"Give me a moment, and I'll return the favor," he said.

I laughed. "No need. I came when you did; you taste divine."

He laughed a breathy laugh and looked at me. We sat there in silence, enjoying the afterglow until his stomach rumbled. I laughed as he looked sheepish.

"Come on. Let's shower and get food in your belly. I, at least, had some of your blood," I said, getting up.

He lay there looking up at me.

"I'm hungry, but I don't know if I can move," he said frankly.

I reached down and grasped his arms, pulling him up. "Come on, we can get soapy together and talk serious stuff."

"Serious stuff?" he queried, a note of concern in his voice.

"Yeah, serious stuff, like us becoming fathers and all the stuff we need to prepare," I replied. "And you have to tell me all about baby dragons. I realized I haven’t asked you or Ben a lot of questions, and we need to figure things out."

“Okay, I'll answer all your questions," he said.

He walked over to me and pulled me into a hug. I felt his love through our bond, and it was all-encompassing.

I love you, I thought through our bond and opened myself to him, allowing him to feel how much I cared for him, too.

I love you, too, he thought back.

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