Chandler
I led Rask to my cabin and in out of the increasingly heavy rain. The ship was starting to pitch as the waves swelled.
“The storm is here,” he said, looking out my small porthole.
“We’ll be okay.” I tried to sound confident.
He turned to me. Thanks to the size of my cabin, there was little room for one, let alone two people, to stand. We were already close enough to touch. Rask reached out and touched my cheek. His fingers were warm as they ran down my face.
“I still don’t understand how this is possible.”
“You had the dreams too, then?” I asked.
“Aye.”
“I wish I realized sooner that it was real. I could have rescued you so long ago…”
I bowed my head, but he caught my chin with his fingers and lifted it; his eyes piercing into mine.
“Do not apologize. You have found me at last.” The ship pitched to one side and we both stumbled. He grabbed me to steady me. “And just in time, I believe, judging from this storm.”
“Yeah.” My answer came out soft, breathless. He was still holding me by the shoulders. Rask leaned forward, just a little. “We do need to talk…” His lips were barely an inch from mine. “There’s a lot you… oh hell.” There was plenty of time to talk later. I pressed my lips against his.
Unlike the less than private beach, we had no reason to stop this time. He tasted just like he did in my dreams; salty and earthy, and delicious. As we kissed he started giving off a scent that the dream one couldn’t stack up to: the true mate scent. It washed over me, intoxicating me. I clutched at his threadbare shirt, determined to taste every inch of his mouth, and then him. My hands tangled in his long hair as I pulled him closer.
Rask’s hands ran down my body, sending a shiver wherever they went. Even though we had done this a hundred times in our dreams, we were both shivering in anticipation. The spot on my neck where he would mark me was aching. Each time his fingers brushed over it I gasped. I brushed my fingers over his spot to see if he’d feel the same rush. His body stiffened and he moaned in answer.
The ship rocked hard to one side and we both fell. Luckily, we fell onto the bed. As one, we started to get up, then shared a small smile and grabbed for each other. The bed was just fine.
The alpha pushed me down and climbed on top, hands teasing along my sides and chest as he slowly removed my shirt. It was chilly in the little cabin and my nipples hardened as the air hit them. Rask’s hands, calloused from centuries of hard labor, ran across my bare skin. This time, my shiver wasn’t because of the cold. He gave me a good, long kiss, before gently biting my lower tip and giving it a little tug. I moaned in response. Smiling, he sat back and reached down to undo my pants. His eyes narrowed in confusion.
“What is…” My mate poked a finger at my zipper.
It was so comical I laughed. “Boy, have you got a lot of catching up to do,” I teased. His eyes widened in surprise as I unzipped it and wiggled of out my jeans.
“How efficient,” he mused. I had a feeling my boxers were equally strange looking to him. They were quite different from the drawers I remembered from my youth. I slipped those off too, laughing at his expression.
My chuckle died in my throat as he stroked his fingers up my shaft before wrapping his hand around it. He pumped slowly, watching me writhe beneath him. I managed to sit up somewhat and pulled suggestively at his shirt. He grinned at me and slid it off, exposing a muscular torso and sun-bronzed skin. It was easy to tell he had spent over two centuries under a tropical sun.
“Pants too,” I whispered.
He stood and began to unlace his pants. We were similar in size, but he seemed to dominate the room as he loomed above me. I held my breath as his pants slipped down, exposing the infamous alpha dragon hemipenis.
Memories of the sex in our dreams were hazy. If my dream version of Rask sported a hemipenis, I didn’t recall it clearly. And, now, here it was. I licked my lips nervously as I stared at it. Twin penises stood at attention between his legs. Identical; right down to the drops of precum glistening at the tips. I felt a rush of omega lubrication just looking at them. I reached out and wrapped my hand around one, then locked eyes with Rask as I tentatively grasped the second one. He groaned in approval and I started stroking my hands in time.
With another moan, Rask moved closer to me. I released one dick and cupped his balls in my hand. Keeping eye contact for as long as I could, I leaned forward and took it into my mouth. I was far from practiced, but I was able to fit most of it. Lips tight around the shaft, I pulled back, swirling my tongue around it as I did. Then, I went back down, further this time. As I sucked him off, I kept up a steady pace with my other hand. It seemed that the hemipenis wasn’t as daunting as I thought.
I gasped in surprised when Rask’s hand found its way back between my legs. He gave my dick a few pulls, then palmed my balls, sending a shiver through me. His fingers stroked and tickled their way, feather-light, across my skin from my balls, across my thighs, and back. They teased at the entrance of my ass and I felt another shiver. It was hard to remember to keep stroking or sucking, nevermind both. It was overwhelming, yet erotic at the same time. My dick was hard as a rock and I longed for him to touch it again. Before I could lower a hand to myself, Rask caught my chin and pulled me up to meet him. As his lips pressed onto mine, he guided my free hand to his second cock. I matched my pace and pumped both of them. I jumped in surprise and pleasure when one of his fingertips slipped gently into me. Eagerly, I pressed back against it, drawing it in deeper. Rask’s tongue swiped over my lips, before he began trailing little kisses across my cheek and down my throat. I turned my head to give him access and he pressed a kiss right near the spot that ached the most. He nuzzled me, before biting, not hard but enough to make me groan.
He pulled back abruptly.
“Rask?”
“The desire to claim you is… powerful.”
“So, do it,” I said. “I’ve dreamed of you for two hundred years and we’re true mates. Why wait?”
A smile spread across his face. “My bold omega,” he murmured.
“Times have changed,” I warned him. “The hierarchy isn’t what it was.”
“I’m beginning to see that.”
“Will you claim me as soon as we can change?”
“I will.” He kissed me right where he’d mark me and I felt myself tremble. “I must also ask…” His breath ghosted over my skin as he spoke and it took me a moment to realize what he said.
“Yes?” The word came out as more of a moan.
“If we mate, I cannot promise you will not conceive, but if you do not wish a child yet, I can take measures to minimize the chances.”
A child! And more than just any child: a dragon. “You don’t know how much I’ve longed for this,” I told him. “I don’t want to wait any more. That is… if you want a child so soon.”
He smiled. “I believe I have longed for this as much as you.” Rask kissed me again. Once on my lips, then back on the spot. His finger returned to my ass, as one of his hands resumed stroking my cock.
I took each of his in my hands and experimented by alternating each pump. His hips jerked and he let out a gasp. I matched my pace with both hands, then switched it up again just as he got used to it. I started to lean down, intending to take one into my mouth again, but he pushed my shoulder gently, turning me.
“Are you ready?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
I braced myself on the bed as he slowly worked a second finger in. I was slick with lubricant and it slid in easily. Nevertheless, I felt myself stretching. He curled his fingers and a shiver of pleasure went through me. His other hand left my dick and ran over my thighs and balls, teasing and tickling. He adjusted behind me and I braced myself as his fingers were removed. For a second, I felt empty, then he began pushing his dick into me. It felt so large I was sure it was both of them, until I realized that the pressure I felt against one cheek wasn’t his hand, but his other penis. I opened my mouth to ask why he wasn’t using both, but my words came out as a gasp; he drove forward into me at that same moment.
Rask was taking his time, but just as he pushed in the boat rocked to one side, throwing him forward. His dick plowed into me in a mix of pain and pleasure that forced a yelp from my throat. He started to pull out, only to be thrown back by another rock from the ship. The sound I made that time was of nothing but pleasure. He adjusted his stance behind me and began to drive in and out, using the motion of the ship to set his pace.
“God!” I cried as we both pitched forward and his cock plunged in deeper. For just a second everything turned red as a jolt of pleasure shot through me. He pulled out again, nearly to the tip, then back in. One of his hands wrapped around my dick and he started pumping. His other arm came across my chest, holding me up. He worked his hips faster, fingers digging into my shoulder. He kissed and nipped at my ear, then bit down on the back of my neck.
“It has been so long…” he moaned into my ear, releasing my neck. His voice was husky and breathless, each word was practically as gasp as he continued to thrust into me. “I cannot…”
“Come for me, come in me,” I groaned. I couldn’t recall if it was the same slang he was accustomed to, but he obeyed.
His thrusts sped up, his rhythm grew erratic, and his breath quickened. His hand tightened around my dick and I drove my hips back to meet him, then forward to sink my dick into his palm. I was close. Rask cried out, then slammed forward and held still. His body trembled and I swear I could feel his seed filling me. My own pleasure built, then released in a rush. I exhaled and went limp, held up only by the arm around my shoulders. I let out another shaky breath, still feeling little waves of pleasure. He pulled out; hot semen dripped down my thigh.
I let out a little whimper at the sudden absence. Based on conversations with omega friends, I expected him to remain inside of me for a while. But those alphas had knots, I realized. They didn’t have a choice to pull out as long as the knot was inflated. I was wondering if maybe I would have preferred a knot and a post-sex cuddle, when Rask suddenly rolled me over.
I flopped onto my back, surprised and confused as he climbed on top. He tucked his shoulder under one of my legs and drove his dick back into me. I looked down in confusion and saw the rock-hard penis slide out and then in again. Next to it, his other one was limp and spent, glistening with my lube, drops of cum rolling down it. He had only orgasmed with one penis and was starting all over again!
His fresh dick slammed in and out of me, faster and harder than the first. I clutched his shoulders to steady myself as he drove into me. I was exhausted and exhilarated all at once. It was too much, overwhelming. I wanted it to stop, I wanted to rest. And I wanted it harder and faster at the same time. My brain could hardly keep up with the onslaught of pleasure. I was putty in his hands; limp as he fucked me and jerked me off again. If I hadn’t been on my back I probably would have collapsed. Each stroke of my dick was almost painful. Never before had I started right back up, even harder, after an orgasm. I writhed beneath him as pleasure washed over me. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand another moment, I exploded. My vision swam as my body arched nearly completely off of the bed.
This time, he screamed. It was a primal sound, more of a dragon roar than a human cry. His head dipped as his scream died and he bit down at the base of my neck. It should have hurt, but the mating spot was already burning from being unclaimed. His bite was a release. Ecstasy. Then, he slammed into me, hard, and froze. He threw his head back, gasping for breath. I had nothing left, but I raised my head and bit his mating spot. Rask’s body shook and he collapsed onto me.
The ship rocked, threatening to pitch him off of me. I forced my weary arms around him and held him tight.
“That was amazing.” I couldn’t be sure I had summoned the strength to say it out loud.
“Aye,” he moaned in agreement. He pressed a kiss to my spot and one more jolt of pleasure hit me. “I love you, Chandler. Truly, I love you.”
I didn’t even have the energy to open my eyes, but I willed my arms to tighten briefly. “And I love you, Rask.”