I clear my throat. “I have much to share.” I am eager to share.
She pins me with her gaze. Her mouth twitches. “Good.”
So unlike a femdragon…
Humansenjoy rutting many times over,I note.My cock tightens.So do I.
But she wipes my seed on her belly, closes her legs, and pushes herself against my side, and as she rests her head in the nook between my chest and shoulder, I decide not to mount her again. I clasp her to me.
She is much smaller than me.I must be careful.
“I’m glad you came after me,” she says after a while.
“I will always come for you,” I warn. “Make no mistake about that. I grow cold… and desperate when you are not near me.” I peer up at the comet above. “It is not a nice thing to feel.”
She nuzzles her cheek on me. “The same happens to me, Zaeyr.” She breathes my name, and it is wonderful. “Is it the bond?”
“I do not know. And even so, I do not like you out of my sight.”
“…Why?”
“I have never laid eyes on something so beguiling as you.” It is the truth. “I have seen much—all the treasures of the ocean and more, all the creatures that roam the shores and waters—and none have broken my thoughts like you have, none have upended the wants I always wanted.”
In the distance, the sun begins to set. The music of the jungle changes, grows ever more quiet. Pulling Aida closer to me, she nuzzles me some more.
“I thought you were beautiful too,” she says.
“Thank you,” I preen. “Sleep now, little human. Tomorrow we head back to your tribe, where it is safe. Until then, you are protected with me.”
She hums, and shortly after, she settles.
I watch the stars flicker against the darkening sky, finding that for the very first time, I’m soothed and complete. And when the moon reaches its zenith above, I close one eye and rest.
Knowing I have finally caught myself a mate. The best of them all.
16
The Journey Home
Crunch.
Waking the next morning, I find a pile of fruit beside me and Zaeyr staring at me from a short distance away, awash in the red light of the comet. His face is a mask of hunger, nearly inhuman.
The sharp lines of his jaw glint with sapphire. His thick brows arch. My eyes dip, finding his tail wrapped around his prick, pumping swiftly.
I shiver, remembering our mating.Seeding,I correct.
He takes a bite of his own fruit, and I realize that’s the sound I hear. Behind him is the ocean, calm and beautiful.
Pulling my gaze away, sitting up—watching him watch me—I adjust my chest coverings and begin to feast on the meal he brought. I’m tickled he sought to provide for me, and as I go through several fruits, I’m happy he did so.
“Thank you,” I say when I finish, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
The glow in his eyes darkens. He crawls to me, pushes me down, tugs my skirt up, and forces my legs apart. He presses his thick girth to my opening and rams in.
I’m already ready for him.
Though I still burn from the abrupt stretch.
