Targon

 

 

 

My head is spinning. At first I was hesitant to touch her silky skin. My hands are rough, my claws sharp. I was afraid I might harm her, afraid I’d frighten her or make her feel uncomfortable. My instincts urged me to claim her, but I held back. I would never do that to her unless she consented first. But to my great relief she has taken the initiative, and the pleasure it brings me to be this close to my treasured one is greater than I ever imagined. I only wish we had some way to communicate with one another. I’ve already picked up a few of her foreign words, and once I claim her, hopefully we will form a mental link as dragon mates do. For now though, this little dance between us speaks all the words that need to be spoken.

As I move my hands up her body I’m blown away by how soft and fragile she is. This planet is harsh and cruel, as hard and unforgiving as the smoking magma beds of the Barren Waste. She is the opposite of everything that is native to Theros. At first I thought she must be one of the Vikon, but there is no way someone as delicate as her would make it even one week in their violent and twisted culture. As I look upon her now, I know she must be from another place entirely, as the Other-Worlders are.

A low growl escapes my throat as her body leans into mine. My cock is throbbing and I grab her under the arms, spinning her around so that her back presses against my chest. Her body tenses as she feels my hardness, but I begin caressing and rubbing her chest again, and soon the tension subsides. I feel her nipples harden beneath my touch, and the soft mounds of her breasts feel heavy in my hands as I gently squeeze them. Her head is close to mine, her shining locks of hair exuding a gentle aroma. I breathe in deeply, savoring my treasured one’s sweet fragrance.

She presses her head back onto my shoulder, and our faces are side by side. I can hear every little noise she makes, listen to every moan and whimper that escapes her lips. As I squeeze her nipples once again, she lets out the smallest of cries and grinds her backside against my hard cock. I growl, startling her, but with my touch I show her she has nothing to fear. She will always be safe with me. Her body relaxes again. If only her clothing was not between us, I would show her what true pleasure is.

As my right hand works her breast my left hand slides down her belly, tracing a line over the divot of her navel, and finally down to the waistband of her pants. I inch my fingers beneath the thin fabric, eager to stroke the cleft between her legs. All my life I have dreamed of this moment, of touching, licking, taking my mate until she screams out in ecstasy and begs me for more. She’s pressing into me harder now, her hips moving side to side, her arms coming over the top and grasping tightly at my shoulders. She’s pulling me into her, humping her hips off the stone floor, moving her core closer to my fingers as desire rages through her body.

Between her legs my fingers come to a light tuft of hair. The heat grows as I move ever closer to her folds, and the damp confines of her undergarments tell me she wants this as much as I do. I hook my heals over her ankles and draw her legs apart. I want to feel everything she has to offer, to touch her in all the right spots. She moans again, her head tilted back, her mouth open, and I caress her neck with my lips, savoring the taste of her skin.

Her hands run up and down my thighs. Shivers shoot through my body. She’s breathing hard, rocking against my lap, and I run my middle finger down the length of her slit, reveling in the heat and wetness I find. I press my cock against her ass, seeking some relief from the building tension. Soon it won’t be enough to touch her. I see it in my mind, tearing the clothes from her body, bending her over my hoard of treasure, taking her from behind until I burst inside her. I groan into her ear. She responds by unbuttoning her pants and grasping my hand. She guides me into her folds, her breath desperate and pleading as she slides my finger into her warmth.

She cries out as her pussy clenches around my finger. I insert a second finger and slide it in and out, attentively stimulating her most sensitive spots. My body burns hot compared to hers, but the heat between her legs surprises me. We find a rhythm and grind together, my finger sliding in and out of her core, her moans making the world spin around me. I can’t take it anymore. I crave release.

I grab her free hand and rest it on my crotch. She takes me hardness in her hand and I see stars. I’m working her faster now, feeling her delicate folds, stimulating her clit as I slide up and down her length, wanting more than anything to feel her release around my fingers. At the same time she is stroking me, steadily, aggressively.

She’s speaking words that I wish I understood, but the way she humps at my fingers as they slide in and out of her says everything I need to know. Her hand is working my shaft vigorously, and I feel my balls tighten. We are grinding against each other, moaning and panting, lost in the rhythm of our mutual pleasure, and then she is crying out. She yells, again and again, and it sends me over the edge.

My cock is pulsing in her tight grip, mirroring the pulsing of her pussy around my fingers. She’s coming now, pumping her hips and moaning into my ear, and my hot come shoots in jets across her back. Blackness envelops my peripheral. I’m coming like I haven’t come before. We rock against each other’s bodies, lost in orgasmic bliss, then the afterglow of mutual release. As the waves of pleasure subside, I slump into her, she slumps into me.

We are spent.

I nuzzle at her neck, and a minute later she has drifted into a blissful slumber. The herbs I prepared for her have no doubt taken effect. The threat of the poison is gone. She will get some much needed rest.

I smile and wrap my arms around her tightly, feeling the steady rhythm of her heart against my chest. What a dream to finally have her. I hold her close to me, recovering from an incredible orgasm, and when my senses return to me I stand and lift her into my arms. She is so frail, so small cradled against me, and it triggers the protective instinct within the center of my being. I set her down in my nest and curl up beside her. The mountaintops are cold, and her comfort is important to me. I will shelter her cool frame with my natural heat. She fits snuggly against my body, I kiss the back of her neck, and soon I too drift off to sleep.

 

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I’m trapped in a stone temple, thrashing and struggling as I try to free myself from the collar locked tightly around my neck. The Other-Worlders are near, laughing at me, tormenting me with their tiny shrill voices, but I cannot see them. They are trying to take control of my mind, to bend me to their will and force me into their service. This damned collar, it is warping my thoughts, draining my free will, enslaving me as it has already enslaved my clan.

But I must fight. I cannot let them take me. I hear the laughs of the Other-Worlders again, louder, closer now. I let out a frightening roar and tear at the collar with all my might. Blood trickles down my neck. My Kindred need me to save them. The stone walls of my prison flicker with torchlight and ahead of me is a long hall. It is deep and menacing, cloaked in shadows. I know I must free myself and go down the hallway. They are there. I must help them. But my strength is gone and despite my best efforts my claws are powerless against the collar.

Somehow I am free again, flying over the Wildlands with my treasured one on my back. She has taken up arms, a spear in her hand and a bow across her back. We are flying toward the Fire Temple, on our way to free my kindred from the Vikon warriors and the evil Other-Worlders. I do my best to be brave in front of my treasured one but inside there is so much doubt. I don’t know how to fight my own friends, my own family. And then I see them ahead, dark shapes in the sky, broad wings and terrible claws. It is my Kindred. The last surviving members of my clan. They were kidnapped and enslaved while I was out hunting. On their backs are the Vikon Riders.

They see me and an instant later we clash in the skies above the Charred Peak. I do not want to fight them but they come at me, slashing and shooting flames from their mouths. I dodge their attacks, dipping and weaving through the sky. If I don’t kill them they will kill me, but I cannot bring myself to that. I beg for them to stop, to free their minds and fling the riders from their backs, but I see the collars and know it is impossible for them to resist. The spears rain down so thick the sky goes black, and as I turn to shield my mate with my wings, I see that it is too late.

She is falling, falling, falling away from me faster than I could ever manage. It’s like I’m flying through mud as I dive for her, but I see the arrows protruding from her chest. I scream fiercely as the horrifying realization sinks into my head. My heart shatters as the tears roll down my cheeks. Lava envelops her, and she disappears into the depths of the Charred Peak forever.

She is gone.

My mate is dead—

I startle awake, my heart-pounding and fear rushing through my mind. I am in dragon form, thrashing around violently in a cloud of black smoke. The rocks in front of me glow from the heat of my flames and claw marks scar the walls. My hands are bleeding. My heart sinks. I begin searching desperately for my mate, storming through my lair, tossing aside anything that gets in my way. She is gone. A million scenarios rush through my head, all of them making me fear for the worst.

I must find her.