Chapter 18
- Morgan -
I smile, heart racing, as my finger traces lower and presses against the massive bulge in his silver pants. Heat pools between my legs at the feel of him already so hard for me.
“Yes,” he growls, voice rough with desire. “We can do something we both like. Very much.”
I rise onto my knees, straddling his lap in the small, dry hut while rain pounds the leafy roof outside. With eager hands I help free his alien cock. It’s magnificent—thick, ridged, glowing faintly along pulsing veins. Those two flexible tendrils curl toward me, seeking my heat.
Bracing my hands on his broad, scaled shoulders, I position myself over him. Vyrathion’s large, warm hands slide under my butt, supporting my weight with effortless strength. “Careful, woman,” he murmurs, though his eyes burn with need.
I sink down slowly. The broad head stretches me open, ridges dragging deliciously against my slick walls as I take him inch by inch.
A long moan escapes me. He’s so big, yet he fits perfectly, filling every empty place inside me until I’m seated fully in his lap, his flared base pressed tight against me.
“Ohhh… Vyrathion,” I gasp, trembling with pleasure.
His strong hands lift and lower me in a steady rhythm.
I ride him, each descent sending sparks of ecstasy through my body as those ridges stroke every sensitive spot.
The tendrils work their magic—one flicking rapidly over my swollen clit, the other teasing all around, heightening everything.
Our wet sounds mix with the rain, loud and intimate in the tiny shelter.
I bounce faster on his lap, breasts jiggling with every thrust. He leans in, capturing a nipple with his hot mouth, sucking and grazing it until I cry out. The pleasure builds fast and intense. My nails dig into his shoulders as I chase it, hips rolling desperately.
“Harder, please…” I beg.
Vyrathion growls and drives up to meet me, hands squeezing my butt as he fucks me deeper. The coil inside me snaps. I come hard, walls clenching rhythmically around his massive cock, pleasure crashing through me in powerful waves. “I love you!” I shout, half delirious with ecstasy.
He roars something I can’t understand, burying himself deep as he follows. Thick, glowing spurts of his seed flood me, pulse after hot pulse, while the tendrils throb in time, drawing out my orgasm until I’m boneless and gasping against his chest.
We stay locked together, breathing hard. His hands still cup my butt possessively, holding me close as he presses tender kisses to my hair, my temple, my lips.
“Again?” he rumbles, already stirring inside me.
I smile, kissing him deeply, the rain still drumming steadily outside our little haven. “Yes,” I whisper. “Again.”
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Vyrathion keeps caressing me and I never want it to stop.
“Mmm,” I finally sigh. “You’re incredible.”
“Only now do you realize that?” he rumbles.
I get comfortable against his chest. “I’ve suspected it for a while. And then you just keep getting more and more incredible.”
“I am a dragon,” he says as if that explains it. “For some, only a myth. For those who meet us, unspeakable horror. And, I suppose, some of us are incredible.”
“Keep being incredible,” I tell him, getting drowsy. “No need for unspeakable horror. At least not unless someone wants to harm us.”
“Then there will be a lot of horror,” he says. “Because this jungle is full of harmful creatures.”
“But not this hut,” I purr. “Everything is safe in here.”
“A hut with a dragon in it?” he ponders. “It’s difficult to think of a less fitting word for that than ‘safe’.”
“I mean, I’m safe,” I clarify. “I am, right?”
“Hmm…”
I slap his chest. “Don’t think about it! Just say yes!”
His eyes glitter. “Yes. Of course.”
I relax again. “That’s better.”
The next morning when I wake up, I hear Vyrathion muttering outside. I guess he must be trying to do something practical.
I stretch and find myself smiling. It’s not that things are so much better than before.
I’m still stuck on Xren, I still don’t really have a tribe where I’m safe, I’m more or less stranded on an island and I’m alone with a dragon.
And still I feel better than I have since... well, since I was abducted.
“I really need a professional to check out my mind,” I mutter. But I’m not going to let rational thought ruin this brief moment of contentedness. Because if I know one thing, it’s that it’s going to be brief.
Or does it have to be? Being with Vyrathion is actually the best thing that’s happened to me here. Or anywhere, come to that. And yesterday was a really nice day. Why shouldn’t it last?
Because he’s a dragon, and he needs gold, and if he gets it he may just leave. And without gold, he may keep getting weaker.
I roll over and peer out at him. Will he? He doesn’t seem to be any weaker now than he was a few days ago. If anything, I’d say he looks stronger. But that’s probably because I’m getting used to having him around.
His back is to me, and he’s struggling with something that I can’t see.
What would it be like, though? To return to the Borok village and tell all the contestants at The Caveman Bachelorette that the position is taken? Hey, it worked for Astrid.
I crawl out into the day. “What’s going on?”
He looks over his shoulder. “It was my intention to prepare these ridiculous things, but they won’t cooperate,” he growls.
There’s a heap of fruits, and he’s trying to peel them and get the pit out.
His brow is furrowed in concentration. One enormous claw carefully lifts away a strip of yellow skin. The fruit immediately slips from his grip like a wet bar of soap and splatters against a nearby tree.
Vyrathion snarls. “See how ludicrous this is?” He picks up another fruit and tries again. This one survives the peeling, but when he digs out the pit it suddenly shoots between his fingers and vanishes into the grass.
A low growl escapes him. “How can these things move so much?”
I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing.
By now there are two distinct piles beside him. One contains two neatly peeled fruit with the pits removed. The other is considerably larger and appears to consist entirely of failed attempts. Vyrathion selects another victim and begins operating on it with immense concentration.
A few seconds later he mutters, "Why hide the edible part inside the inedible part? And then add an even less edible part in the middle? I have killed bigger things with less trouble!"
The fruit offers no defense, which is probably wise.
I sit down. “Can I take one? Are they for me?”
“No,” the dragon grunts. “They’re for that river monster. I think he needs to cheer up.”
I take a fruit and munch on it. It’s actually remarkably pleasant to not have to deal with either the rind or the pit. “I like it when you’re being sarcastic.”
The fruit implodes in his hand and becomes a sticky goo. He snarls and throws the whole thing in a big arc over the river. “Forget it. They keep provoking me.”
“That’s really good,” I praise him. “Dragon-peeled fruits are now my favorite. Thanks.”
I’m actually moved. He did it for me because he saw me spit out pits yesterday. And for Vyrathion to do anything physical is obviously super rare.
“Don’t get used to it,” he says as he wipes his hand on a bunch of leaves. “This was the first, last and only time.”
“Oh. Well, then I’ll enjoy them.” I grab the other fruit he managed to process and bite into that, too.
“Look. The river’s clear again.” Where the river was just a brown stream of mud yesterday, it’s now so clear I swear I can see the rocks at the bottom.
“It’ll be hard for that monster to sneak up on us. ”
“Perhaps,” Vyrathion says, not too interested.
“Actually, that gives me an idea,” I tell him. “My dress is filthy. And your pants aren’t as white as they were. Maybe we can do laundry.”
“Maybe you can do laundry,” Vyrathion says. “I struggle to think of a less dragon-like activity. But I’ll grudgingly supervise.”
“Okay. I’ll just finish breakfast. Actually, I might be able to drink that river water now.”
I get up and saunter over. Indeed the river has cleared up completely after the rain. It’s much lower now, and I can see the sandy bottom close to the shore. There’s no sign of the monster, and Clyde and the other Plood seem to have found something better to do than stand and wait.
I squat down and scoop up some water. It looks clean. One thing we girls have noticed on Xren is that we never get sick from the food or water. Probably the microbes here are so alien to our bodies that they don’t make us sick.
It tastes clean too, so I drink my fill and shake the water from my fingers.
I look over at Vyrathion. “You want me to clean your pants? You have to take them off.”
They’re actually not that dirty, which is mysterious, since he walked through that muddy river and the pants are white.
“What do you intend to do with them?” he asks.
“Just rinse them in water. Maybe slap them on a rock. Then I will tear them to pieces and spread them all over the island.”
He stiffens. “I highly doubt you’d be able to carry out that last part of the plan.”
I grin. “Yeah, me too. I guess I’ll have to settle for the first two parts.”
He takes off his boots and pulls his pants down.
That releases his otherworldly cock, and while it’s not quite standing on end, it makes my eyes bulge even if I have seen it up close.
It’s scary and alluring in equal measure.
And a naked dragon is one of the world’s most astounding sights. I could just stare all day.
He tosses his pants over. “Do a good job.”
I examine the dragon pants for the first time. They must be some unusual fabric to repel dirt this well. I can’t identify it. It’s not plastic and not cotton, just as supple as silk and with a nice thickness to them. “I’ll see what I can do.”
After a single rinse and a quick scrub in the dirtiest places, the dragon pants shine like white silver in the sun. I hang them on a bush. “Leave them there to dry.”