My emotions are a raging storm inside. Anger, desire, concern, fear, doubt, all thrown together to create a confusing mix. None of it matters, she’s kissing me.

Inga’s lips are everything I’ve imagined and so much more. How could I grasp the fullness of her without having known it? My imagination pales in comparison to the reality. She is perfection, sweetness and warming light. Parts of me I didn’t know existed ignite, electric and fiery.

When she pulls back I’m breathless. She rests her forehead on mine as we both gasp in air. I hold her and my body tingles. I’m happy. Happier than I’ve ever been in my life. I’ve protected her, I was enough, this time I did not fail.

As I catch my breath doubts surface. Should I speak? What do I say? My scales tingle in anticipation, I don’t want to say the wrong thing. I don’t want to screw this up. Is she aware of the effect she’s having on me? How can she not be? My prime cock is so hard it hurts, pressing into her soft flesh. It’s not something she could miss.

“Thank you,” she says.

“Huh?” I ask, stupidly, but that’s not the words I’d expected.

“Thank you,” she says again, raising her head and touching her lips to mine once more. A quick kiss before she continues. “You saved me.”

“It’s what a male does,” I say. Her thanks makes me feel awkward.

“No,” she whispers into my ear, wrapping her arms around my neck. “It’s what you’ve done. You, Samil, not a male, not a man. You.”

My mouth dries and my throat clenches tight. She tightens her grip, holding me close, then she turns her head and nibbles on my ear.

I don’t want to say it, but I don’t understand what she means. It’s confusing. Of course any male would protect her. It’s a male’s duty, his honor, what does she mean it was me? I almost failed. I almost got her killed. Ragnar would have killed the monster and provided meat for her. Drosdan probably would have punched it once in the face and killed it without her ever being in danger. All I managed to do was drive it away.

“Me?” I ask, unable to hold back the question.

“Yes,” she says, still nibbling my ear. “You. You, Samil, of all the men on this planet, you.”

“But…” I argue but trail off as sweet sensation races from the point of her attentions through my body making my prime cock throb.

“You make me feel… safe,” she whispers between nibbles. “No one else, you.”

She moves down my neck, her fingers twining in my hair as she does. I run my hands down her spine to her hips, gripping the swell of her butt. She leans back to look me in the eyes. She smiles and my world explodes with happiness and joy. My hearts double their pace and my cock throbs harder.

“I love you,” I say, without thinking. The words fall out of my mouth of their own accord, giving voice to the overwhelming feelings.

“I…” she pauses, bites her lower lip and her eyes dip down then rise to meet mine again. “…love you.”

Her sincerity, the depth of her feelings, comes through in her words. We hold each other, staring into one another’s eyes and I don’t want this moment to end, stretching it out by sheer force of will. A warm breeze blows, warming us as it stirs the sands around us.

Inga giggles and her smile is so bright it eclipses the suns. “I love you!” she yells then full on laughs, shaking her head. “I do, Samil, I love you.”

Touching her sweet face, I trace the line of her jaw and across her cheek, memorizing every freckle that speckles her perfect skin.

“I will protect you, always,” I say, solemnly. “I will provide for you, anything you want or need.”

“I know,” she says.

Shaking my head as my jaw tightens. “I am not,” I say, “as strong as the other males. I am not a good hunter, but I will learn. I will become stronger. I will be better, for you.”

“Samil,” she says, cupping my face in her soft hands. “Why do you talk like that? You, as you are right now, are everything I need and want. I couldn’t let any other man near me, not after what happened. I’d be paralyzed with uncontrollable fear. It wasn’t one of them that was able to get me past it. Don’t change, not for me, not for anyone. You are perfect.”

A tremble shivers down my spine at her words. Swallowing, I force moisture into my mouth, not trusting my ability to speak yet.

“I’ve never,” I start to say but stop myself. What am I going to say? The truth. Always, with her, I will always speak the truth. “All my life, I’ve been less. I’m small, not as strong as the others. That I survived the devastation at all is a surprise. So many stronger than me did not. I was a hatchling and Visidion took me in when his father founded the Tribe. I’ve never really belonged though, unable to contribute to the survival of the group.”

“You’ve grown,” she says. “That’s not you anymore.”

The storm in my thoughts stops, leaving a preternatural calm. It forces me to look at myself. “I’m… not,” I say, thinking.

“No,” she says, pecking my lips. “You’re not. You saved me. You’re as manly as any man. Or as male as any male, as you would say.”

She laughs and I join her. “Yes, that is how we would say it.”

“Oh I know, us girls wonder about why you do that.”

“You do?”

“Sure,” she shrugs. “It’s so… formal.”

“It is what we are, as you are female, we are male.”

“Man and woman means the same thing,” she counters, but I shake my head.

“It is… less,” I say, furrowing my brow as I try to find a way to put the concept we Zmaj have into words. “Those words don’t convey the weight that ours do. They’re almost… derogatory.”

“Really?” she tilts her head to one side and I nod. “Weird. I guess our understanding of your language is implanted into us. We probably don’t have the depth of it. I never thought about that.”

She pauses, thoughtful, before her smile brightens her face. She leans in, kissing me, this time not quickly. This is more like the first, passionate. Her tongue pushes past my lips and I meet it with my own. Any other thoughts are pushed out as my blood boils and my cock becomes a painfully throbbing member demanding release.

She must sense it, somehow, for her hand finds the string of my pants and deftly loosens them. Her hand slides under the fabric. When she touches my cock for the first time I groan and almost explode. Her hands tighten in my hair, tugging as she takes a hold of my cock.

She sighs into our kiss. Feeling her invitation, I grab the base of her shirt and pull it over her head. Blindly I grope her breasts, so strange the way they swell out. I’ve never seen another female’s breasts but I remember that Zmaj females did not have theirs exposed like the humans do.

The soft flesh of her chest molds to fit my hands and she groans as I find the hard tips that top them, rubbing my thumbs over them. Her hips buck against me, crushing my cock between us and I gasp with pleasure.

“Yes,” she gasps, barely pulling her lips from mine before we’re together again.

I continue working her breasts as she strokes my cock. Leaning into her she leans back and we shift. Placing an arm behind her I lower her to the soft sands, holding myself over her with my free arm. We barely stop kissing as we move and her hand never leaves my dick.

She shifts to be more comfortable. I kiss away from her mouth, down her cheek, across her chin then along her neck, one hand working her breasts then I trail it down at the same time I’m working my mouth down across her.

Her pants cause a minor distraction but they give way quickly to reveal the soft fur between her legs. Rising up I look at her, naked below me, and am stunned.

“You are so beautiful,” I say.

Her smile is blinding. She pulls me down and we’re kissing. Trailing my free hand along her, I brush it through the soft fur in between her legs. She gasps as I brush my finger across her opening. Wetness meets my fingers, welcoming more.

Pushing a finger into her opening she gasps and her hips drive up. Her hand tightens on my cock then she strokes, picking up speed. I find a nub at the top of her sex that I rub with my thumb and Inga spreads her legs wide, giving me full access.

“Samil,” she cries out my name.

I can’t respond in words, too many sensations, too much input. My cock strains, wanting its release, but I hold it back as I continue pleasuring her with my fingers. She’s so wet that I slide a second finger into her, driving them in and out faster as she groans, nodding and speeding up her stroking of my cock.

“Yes!” she cries out. “More!”

As I pull out this time I add a third finger and drive them deep in, expanding her, preparing her for the girth of my cock while continuing to massage her small nub. She bites her lip, nodding, then her eyes close, she throws her head back and she gasps loudly. Her body stiffens, arching up towards me and she shudders several times.

She holds that position for a long while then she drops to the ground, a sheen of moisture covering her entire body, her eyes half-lidded, she smiles.

“That was… wonderful,” she says.

“Beautiful,” I agree.

”Come here, I want you,” she grins, pulling me down towards her.

Her hand is still on my cock and as I lower myself onto her she guides it to her opening. Slowly it slides into her with hardly any resistance. She takes my cock and I grunt as her wet warmth encloses it. Stars explodes through my thoughts and instinct takes over.

“Yes!” she cries out. “Samil!”

“Inga!” I grunt her name thrusting deep in her.

It’s building fast, I can’t hold back for long. I try to go slow, to keep control, but she digs her nails into my back side, pulling me down. I drive in and my balls empty their first load into her as I grunt and she sighs in satisfaction.

Lying on top of her, I cover her entire body. She holds me close, our hearts pounding so hard it’s as if they’re one, beating against each other.

My cock softens in her and I raise my hips, pulling out. She groans as it leaves her but my second cock rises to the occasion. As it comes up I place it against her opening, pausing to make sure she’s okay. She smile, bites her lower lip, and nods.

I slide in slowly. Taking the time to fully appreciate the sensations of entering her. She moans softly with each inch I slide in, nodding with enthusiasm.

When I’m fully seated inside her I hold the position, enjoying all the pleasure and sensations of it. She runs her fingers over my shoulders, across my chest, and up into my hair. Maintaining tight control of myself, I slide out until only the tip is inside and then I push back in, going slow still.

We both moan and grunt as pleasure takes over. I continue until I can’t hold back more and we go at it with wild abandon. She wraps her legs around my hips and we thrust and push in time with each other, driving in and pulling out rapidly.

The sensations build until she grips me with her legs, holding me deep into her and I throw my head back, crying out. We come together, a second explosion that locks our bodies together in pleasure.

When at last it passes, I roll off of her then lie down beside her, spent. She lays her head on my chest, breathing hard as I am and we lie together staring into the darkening sky above.