Her core pumps, pulling the seed out of me forcibly. I explode, roaring in satisfaction.
She falls into my chest, breathing hard, then going silent as wave after wave of my seed jets out. Seed that has burned inside me for countless years, priming for my mate. I shoot up to my feet, still holding my human to me and keeping her on my cock as my hips thrust and the spewing continues. My tail goes straight and stiff.
I feel her belly expand against mine.
Raw power floods me.My mate.
Take me, take it all. It is yours.
When the overwhelming pressure begins to fade and my spurts come to a blissful end, I realize there is something wrong.
Aida is limp in my arms. Her legs have fallen, and she is only held onto me by my grip.
“Human?” I grasp her hair and pull her head back. “Aida?” Her eyes are hooded.
No response.
Any satisfaction dies, leaving shock and worry behind.
“Aida?” I say louder, laying her on the ground, pulling myself out from between her legs. The scent of mating builds, ignored.
She does not move. I put my hands to her neck, her chest—there is movement beneath. Calming down, I lay my ear to her and listen for her heartbeat.Thump, thump; thump, thump.
It is strong, but that gives me little relief.
I knew humans were weak.
I did not care, forcing her to accept me anyway.
Sensations of something slimy squeeze my chest. Something I have not felt since a young dragonling.
Guilt.
I throw a clean hide over her, gather her into my arms, and rush out of the cave, searching for anyone who may be able to help. I see sunlight at the mouth of the cave and hasten my steps.
And run head-first into another human.
The human falls back. “Oomph.” Muttering, the human rebalances.
“You, help me! She is not responding,” I order, laying Aida down in the grass outside the cave. Rain falls from the sky but it is nothing like the day before, a wispy shower. Still, I move Aida closer to the rocks and shelter her as best I can. My guilt grows, seeing her limply lying there.
The other human settles next to me with a gasp. “Aida!” Her hands go to Aida’s cheeks.
I hiss low in warning, and the human moves them away.
She turns to me. “What happened?”
“I seeded her,” I say, keeping my eyes on Aida.
“Seeded her?”
“Mated her, rutted her if you will, filled her with my seed so she may breed my young.” I finally lift my eyes to the female next to me.How does she not understand? Do human males not seed their females?
I did not ask. Another stab of guilt hits me.If my seed kills my mate…
The other human is staring at me, glancing at Aida before looking back at me.
“Can you help her?” I ask.
