Chapter 8:
Tredorphen
Furious kisses sounded throughout my residence as Marina’s tight body, her small waist, and thick hips drove me wild. It seemed once we broke the tension-filled barrier that separated us, the act was easy to duplicate.
Sometimes I would wait all day to see her and talk to her and hear about her thoughts and life, only to have her ripping my clothes off at first sight.
Our bodies were slick with sweat as she licked and lavished my erect length with attention before I pulled her on top of me, thrusting into her until her face beamed with color.
The buds on her chest hardened delightfully, demanding my attention. I pulled her face down and kissed her while she writhed rhythmically against my body. I could feel the wet warmth shudder around me as I slid my tongue into her mouth, and somehow knowing that I had pleased her only made me want to please her more.
She broke from the kiss and scraped her delicate fingers against my chest, using me for leverage before shivering at the finish. Her tired body lay almost limp on top of me as I used the last few thrusts to finish inside her.
Gripping her body close to mine, I began kissing her shoulders, already hungry for more. I needed to possess her, always, every day. The burning desire filled my veins, and it was as though being without her made my mind cloudy: made my arms weaker.
My wings bristled and shifted against the bed of furs, and I traced the dark freckles that stood out on her pale skin.
From her breathing, I could tell my Marina was almost asleep, safe in my arms, both of us shirking out duties, until she hummed out, “Have you ever been in a fight?”
“Verbal or physical?”
She grinned. “Both.”
“Both,” I repeated with a grin. “You saw me with the Drogs. I practically make a daily habit of fending off enemies.”
“I thought it was your job to find food?” she asked. “How many planets have you been through before you landed on Ceylara?”
“Several,” I admitted. “I hate being unable to provide for my people.”
“And here we are, stealing all your food for ourselves,” she gushed shyly, tracing her finger along the crisp lines of my chest.
We’d been feeding the humans for some time now. Most of what we had to offer were greens and meat from the Raimael. Flying creatures with stringy flesh. The humans, of course, cooked the meat over the fire, but the rest of us ate it raw.
All of the scientists expressed their appreciation for our hospitality. We were polite and welcoming, after all. But, I could tell they didn’t like it.
Marina informed me of some of her favorite foods over pillow talk. It was hard for her to describe and even harder for me to imagine what she described might taste like, though she did go on for a good long while about a strange meal she called PIZ-ZA. When I asked what it was made from, she said ‘everything,’ which I took as a slightly disturbing notion.
She spoke endlessly about fish and ‘SOO-SHI.’ The concepts were lost on me. The closest thing we had to water creatures were the serpents in the sea, and they were nothing you’d ever want to eat.
“I have to go meet my father,” I inhaled. “You’re welcome to stay here unless you would like me to fly you back up to the surface.”
“Please,” she said tiredly and lazily reached for her clothes that we had flung on the ground.
I watched her dress and could feel myself harden beneath my leathers: a rush of adrenaline coursing through my body as she slid her navy blue research suit back up her soft, creamy skin.
“Tonight?” she asked sexily as she looked at me from over her shoulder.
I laughed for the sheer attraction I felt for her at the moment and began pawing at her breasts, running my free hand through her messy blonde hair before barely grazing my lips against her. “Tonight,” I said, breathing against her mouth.
We flew back up to the surface away from the gaze of the Weredragons and I dropped her at the research center, where her associate Peter raced out to meet her.
I stood from afar and watched them until he locked eyes with me. He gave a slight nod to me and waited for me to return the gesture. When I didn’t, he offered me a scowl, and I smiled. I wasn’t fond of their friendship. The more I could keep her away, the better.
Flying back down to the stone palace was quite literally like coming home. I ascended the stairs up to my father’s council room and stopped short when I saw one of the researchers, a curvy brunette named Diana, being gripped by my father’s hand and pulled back into his war chamber.
She made an uncomfortable noise, and I backed behind a pillar to avoid his detection, watching as my father pulled the woman into a deep kiss.
I cocked a brow and narrowed my gaze viciously. I watched as his hand tore down her pants unapologetically and felt around carelessly. Diana let out a grunt, and my father held her neck in his hand.
My feet felt like springboards, readying me to rush into action to protect the girl from harm. Not to mention spare my mother’s pride, should she walk in on them.
Just as I readied myself to take Diana from her assault, she began to moan loudly against my father’s touch, and I turned away. I pressed up awkwardly against the pillar and swallowed hard.
These humans were going to be a problem.
I already knew of several shifters who had taken them to their beds. As I had, I supposed. But Marina was a willing partner. I claimed her. She was mine.
Not all, I feared, would have the same consent.
And with a lack of females around, there was no shortage of shifters who wanted to bed the insatiable humans.
My mother, a graceful white dragon with bright blue eyes and thin, slit-like pupils came up behind me. I set my jaw tersely and looked over at her with a forced smile.
“Mother!” I shouted loudly—hopefully loud enough for my idiot father to hear.
“Son,” she said with a regal nod. “You’re here to see the D’Karr?”
“Yes, but I’ve only just arrived.”
“So have Aurlauc and Khrelan,” she said as she extended her hand to my two childhood friends as they came up the stairs.
“Aurlauc,” I said in a desperate tone only he could read. Centuries of knowing one another had given Aurlauc and me shorthand that I was growing incredibly grateful for. I eyed my father’s chamber and instructed, “Go alert my father that we are here. I want to talk to my mother.”
Aurlauc’s response, his expression, would have made me laugh if I wasn’t so furious with my father for putting us all in the most awkward situation imaginable.
“Sure thing,” the black-scaled dragon said and shuffled his wings together before taking a well-deserved deep breath and heading into my father’s room.
“How are you, mother?” I asked, making small talk with her as I cupped my hands around her delicate fingers and kissed them.
She was a regal-looking woman, my mother. I’d always thought so. Many of the other female shifters grew jealous of her. Not only to be the D’sharr, but to be the most elegant of them all. She had long, white hair that fell to her feet and shimmering wings. They were unnaturally long. She was one of the fastest shifters in a flight race. Or, she used to be back when she was young.
“Are we any closer to nipping in at the Earth?” my mother asked, unsure of her pronunciation of the foreign land.
She’d heard me talk about it ever since I found my first wreckage site from the humans. I’d come back to Dobromia from an intense mission with a human weapon. A strange piece of scrap with a handle and a pull. A ‘gun,' Marina had called it.
Still, my mother was always skeptical that such a place could exist.
“Close,” I said with a smile. My attention was immediately stolen as Aurlauc peeked out of the room my father occupied and waved me in.
I kissed my mother’s hand once more and dismissed myself. “I must go.” I took one last look at her and couldn’t believe how thin she’d gotten. The silver scales that contoured her long face had even lost their luster, their shine dampened by lack of nutrients.
I followed Khrelan into the war room and watched as Diana, the brunette, excused herself with a nervous giggle.
She shut the heavy wooden door behind her. Kind of like I wished my father had of done when he brought her here in the first place. My father began speaking immediately after she dismissed herself.
“I’ve decided the women should stay,” my father said, his eye nearly twitching as the words came out of his mouth. It was then I knew there was something deeper going on.
“Is that a thing you can decide?” I asked.
By the look on Aurlauc’s face, I knew he wanted to ask it too. But for him, to defy the D’karr’s orders meant death, even if he had known him since we were both dragonlings.
“I’m D’karr,” my father said jovially, strolling around the large wooden desk in the midst of his war chamber. He slammed his thick hand against the desk and met my eyes.
I looked down at his hand, knowing where his fingers had just been. I cringed inwardly at the red tips of his index and pointer finger.
“The women will help us with our breeding problems,” Khrelan said.
“And infuriate our females,” I said, speaking of the female shifters. “Plus, we don’t have the coordinates for the Earth yet.”
“Then what have you been doing, exactly?” Khrelan demanded.
My father and Khrelan held stern faces against me, but ever-faithful Aurlauc just stared at me with innocent curiosity. I set my jaw and could feel a clicking fury rise up in me.
“It’s not an overnight process,” I said firmly. “Besides, keeping the females here means less food to go around.”
My father finally looked like he heard me and began to run a thick hand through his beard, stroking it gruffly before turning from us.
I felt a growing conflict in my belly. Keeping the women would mean keeping Marina, whom I’d grown fond of over the cycles. But, it would also mean keeping them from their mission.
If anyone knew the importance of living up to their duties, it was me.
“They have a ship, do they not?” my father asked joyfully, as though he’d come to some conclusion.
“They do,” Khrelan answered when I wouldn’t.
I looked down to the floor and felt my brow raising absent-mindedly, my eyes glazing over as my father began to spell out his plan.
“I want you to go back there and get it. Surely, they have food on there. Bring them parts.” My father waved the tips of his fingers at me. “I know you have all sorts of scrap parts in that hovel of yours. Take them back something they can use to fix the ship.”
“And the men?” Khrelan asked. “There are male humans left behind. Soldiers.”
“Hm… This may be to our benefit,” my father said curiously.
“I don’t think you’ll like them, sir,” I said quickly, stepping up from my chair. “They evoke a certain… feeling in the shifters.”
Another wave from my father, dismissing my thought. It used to be my advice that he clung to. Now it seemed he had decided I had grown weak: soft.
“I may be D’karr, but I do know a thing or two about primal competition. The urge to fight.”
“So what do we do with them?” I asked.
“Interrogate them,” my father instructed callously. “We can use this to our advantage. Get the information from them about how to find this Earth. Find out what creatures live there that might stand in our way. This way we can get our information without our new residence becoming hostile.”
I swallowed and looked to Aurlauc, who seemed to have no spine to back up my concerns. He’d always been a coward when put before my father. I sighed.
“When are we to do this?” I asked.
“Whenever you can,” the King said. “Soon. I want this planet now.”
Khrelan nodded and assured my father we would make it happen, but I wasn’t sure about the details.
I scraped the tips of my fangs along my bottom lip and watched as my father and Khrelan exited the room. I trailed behind slowly. Enough that for a brief moment it was only Aurlauc and I left in the room.
“This doesn’t feel great,” Aurlauc said unsurely.
“You’ve never been one to back down from a fight,” I laughed, though I couldn’t help but agree with him completely.
“Hey! I’m just saying what you’re thinking,” he chuckled back. “I have a feeling this isn’t going to end well.”
“Why’s that?”
“Well… The coordinates,” he insisted to me. “The humans weren’t looking for some lake or a cave. They were looking for us. Your father heard of this and now he thinks we need to strike before they do.”
I swallowed, hard. “Well that’s less than comforting,” I said in an unnerved tone, scratching my arm and suddenly avoiding his gaze.
“He had the tower set up,” he blinked.
The tower. A great spire set in the fields near Graynar. It was designed to keep prisoners in. If he was prepping it for the women, it could be assumed he wasn’t expecting an easy relent from our human friends.
“I see,” I said slowly, dragging out the words.
“So, what do we do?” he asked, as though there were some other answer. “I know…” He shrugged. “I know about you and Marina. I know she means a great deal to you.”
“She means nothing to me,” I spat surely. “We follow orders because they were given to us by our D’karr.”
“What about Marina?” he asked, his expression seeming to droop unsurely.
“What about her?”
“Tredorphen,” he urged through clenched teeth, his voice barely registering in a whisper. He grabbed my arm and squeezed it, looking quickly to the doorway and then to me. “Whatever you do and wherever you go, I will follow. Say you want to rebel, and I will be there next to you.”
I slapped him. The sting of the contact burned my hand.
“That is the D’Karr you speak of betraying,” I seethed. Aurlauc’s eyes went wide. Too embarrassed to rub his cheek, his expression was only that of shock. “Never be heard saying such things again.”