Page 33 of The Naga Scavenger’s Precious Mate

She led me from the medical room inside Ahoshaga to the long winding passage around its central fountain core. The doors that lined the walkway were mostly entrances to homes of which most were still empty, but some were other rooms I’d learned. Or passages like the one I’d utilized to reach the secret lair of Vrash far below Ahoshaga.

“That’s Vera and Zathar’s,” Farah said as we passed one door, a triple row of furrows had been slashed through that door panel like the grooves of a clawed paw. The next door had a beautiful sunset painted on that was declared as “Xorare and Aks’s digs.” That word dig again, what was it with humans and digging? I had not forgotten Vera’s advice, though it had made Farah laugh rather than take me seriously when I told her. I needed to find out what Vera had really meant, although I could not deny that I already had exactly what I wanted. My mate, a family, and a home.

Well, I assumed a home, because Farah was heading directly for a door further down. “Did I tell you that they were briefly without lights in here a couple of days ago?” she said over her shoulder, a little more serious now as she darted her pretty sapphire eyes towards a crystal glowing on the ceiling. “I think it must have happened when we were in that hydroplant, when Vrash shut down the waterways for a short while.” I rolled a shoulder and nodded, not quite certain why those two things were connected. The spinning blades in the water had come to a stop for a short while, was that what she meant?

“Hmm,” I said when I realized she was waiting for a response, and when that made the corner of her mouth lift, I dipped down to kiss that sexy corner. “Is this our new home?” I asked, directing her attention back to the door we hovered in front of. She beamed me another eager smile and nodded, her dark curly hair bouncing around her shoulders.

“It’s not much yet. I’m sure we’ll have to make several more trips to get all the stuff from your old cave, but it’s a start.” I had been informed that she’d been back there with help from the dragonrider. They told me that the tunnel had collapsed further in, blocking the way deeper into the mountain though not my den. She waved her hand over the door panel and it opened for her to reveal the bright interior. I stared in surprise at the sight that greeted me, entirely shocked to see a living space look the way this one did.

There were my things, brought here by Zsekhet and his dragon at my mate’s request, though by far not nearly all of it. My den had been filled to the brim with all kinds of supplies for trade, crafting, and things I liked to collect. Her wrists jingled when she raised her hand to gesture around the area, the three bracelets I’d crafted for her clinking together merrily. “This is our living room, what do you think?”

Living room? It looked warm and inviting since my female had hung several of the more colorful pieces of fabric against the walls. Furs had been stacked on fresh bedding in one corner, but not shaped like a proper nest for some odd reason. Many of my shelves also lined a wall, but the things on them were artfully arranged or neatly stacked in baskets. It smelled of the fragrant herbs I liked to dry and just looked… pretty.

“You did really good work, Cosima! It looks amazing!” Vera exclaimed from behind us, and I realized a whole group of them had followed us here. I was not sure why they felt the need to see this living space, wasn’t that private? But they were eagerly leaning through the door to get a proper look at everything, not a hint of shame on their human faces.

Farah smiled back at them, “Yeah, thank you! I couldn’t have done all this without you, Cosima. It was fun!” Fun? My mate found it fun to decorate a room? I peered again at the fabrics that draped the walls, then spotted another beautiful painting above the doorway to another room. This was a waterscape, water plants and fishes beneath a cerulean surface. The artist had exceptional talent and I could still smell the paints used, that was freshly done.

Srazz trundled over a coil of my tail and further into the room in such a casual manner that I knew he’d already been here a few times. He’d gone out to forage while I healed the past few days, but clearly, he had gone here too, to see my mate when she was not at my side, probably. I couldn’t fault him for that.

He located a fur-covered nest sized just for him in one corner and settled down to continue his previously interrupted nap. It prompted Buzz to leap from my mate’s shoulder, his favorite spot, so he could join his buddy.

Under the sound of oohing and awing, the humans finally left us, they were entirely enamored by the two animals cuddling up together to sleep. Something I wanted to do with my mate very soon, and that door closing gave me exactly the opportunity I had been craving. Three days of healing was far too long to go without having my Farah in my arms, even if she had come to sleep in the medical nest with me each night.

I yanked her close, lifting her in the air so I could wrap her slender legs around my middle. She laughed, which made Srazz grumble in his sleep, and flung her arms around my neck. “What are you up to? You haven’t even seen everything!” I had seen enough, and now that I had her alone, I could not wait. Heading for the oddly shaped nest, I intended to throw her down on it so I could have my way with her. I needed to cover her with my scent, fill her with my seed, and make certain no one would ever doubt my claim.

“Not here! The bedroom, we have a bedroom now. There! Go there!” she laughed as she pulled on my chin horn to point my head toward that other doorway, the one beneath the beautiful water painting. Curiosity piqued just a little, I ducked through it and came to a pleased stop at the sight of the large, fresh nest covered in my softest furs. Oh yeah, that would do, I could not wait to spread my mate out on those furs.

She sighed when I lowered us together, and I was eager to divest her of all of her coverings. Humans wore too much, they needed it to protect their delicate skin and keep warm. But it was like unwrapping a gift to take off the item she called pants, or to strip the ‘sweater’ over her head. I spread her on the furs just the way I’d pictured, and then I made sure to lap each strip of fading scales along her skin, and each ticklish spot I could locate on her soft, feminine belly.

She went from laughing and shaking beneath my ministrations to soft sighs and moans when I lapped at her little slit, then hair tugging when I located the little pearl at the top. She liked it very much when I touched her there, and I was all too happy to oblige. The soft taste of her, sweet and uniquely hers, the sounds she made; all of it combined to drive me wild with need.

When she begged me to seed her, to fill her with my cock. My body was so on edge that I felt like I could hurtle over the precipice at any moment. What my mate asked for, she got. I was resolved to give her anything in my power, anything to make her happy. This beautiful creature loved me and wanted me to be at her side, in her home, her life. A gift like that had to be cherished every second of the day.

My cock was painful with its need, the tips writhing in the charged air between us. I held her pale thighs open for me when I pressed the tips to her wet core, her heat kissing me and sending pleasure tingling up my spine along my lower back. “This what you want?” I demanded roughly as I started pushing in, delighted when my mate shouted yes without any kind of inhibitions. I loved how eager she was for me, and how greedily her body pulled me in.

She was tight, warm, and wet after I’d licked her. I made sure to stroke her just right as I started a push and pull, retreating only to fill her back up, giving her a little more of me each time. With the tip of my tail I stroked along her belly and up between her bountiful breasts, with a flick, I stroked it across one turgid nipple. Her inner muscles fluttered around me when I did that, so I did it again, and again.

Her orgasm crashed over her like the tides, I saw it hit her and bloom on her face. Her blue eyes focused on mine and filled with a warmth that felt like home. I was a Water Weaver once, meant to roam Serant on his own, but I was all Farah’s now, and I would never be alone again.

Overcome with emotions, I let the pleasure sweep me away. Pounding into her greedy core with abandon, aware that she could take it all, all of me. When I brought my tail down to stroke her pearl, she shattered for me a second time, and she took me with her. My seed burst from me in a heated rush that sent my pleasure soaring, it flushed along my nerves all the way to the tip of my tail.

I held her close as we rode out the pleasure together. Each shudder and moan, each clutch of her inner muscles I engraved in my memory. I held her as she let her tiredness drag her into a nap, and then I let my own eyes slide closed to do the same. We were safe, we had made it. I could rest with my mate now. My mate who loved me like I loved her, my mate who returned my devotion. She was a novelty, a gift. I was so lucky.

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Farah

Bringing Zeidon to our new home was everything I hoped it would be. His pleased surprise at seeing so many of his things in one place, and his genuine admiration for how Cosima and I had decorated the place made me happy. But mostly, I was happy because he was alright.

I woke before he did after we’d made love in our new ‘nest’ in our new apartment, and I spent several long moments just gazing at his face and wondering how I’d gotten this lucky. Sure, I missed the daycare and the kids there a little, but I didn’t miss much else. The government on Earth, the UAR, had done me a service in a way when they lost me on this planet.

For the first time in my life, I felt like everything I wanted was right within my grasp, starting with the guy of my dreams sleeping beside me. I felt proud of myself for conquering a massive fear to save him, and I’d done amazing things like riding a dragon (and a Naga) and even racing through the woods on a wild, alien stag. The old me would never believe that I’d gone on a crazy adventure like that, let alone confront and sort of defeat an ancient robot. It was pretty cool, all things considered.

Now I had a mate I loved with all my heart, a cute pet miniature dragon, and most of all, the chance to have that big family I always dreamed of as an only child. I couldn’t wait to go back to that Shaman, Artek, and ask him for advice on how to find out if I was pregnant yet. But thinking of him made me remember that many others were still missing, lost after they had set out to locate and rescue me.

Zeidon stirred just as that cloud settled over my thoughts, blinking open his magnificent green eyes and greeting me with a hint of a cocky smirk. “Mate,” he rumbled, and then his brows lowered, “What is wrong?” That instant spike of worry on his face made my chest grow warm; I had never been cared for as much as I had been by this male, I was so lucky.

“Just sad that the rescue party is still missing. Do you think they are locked in that other hydroplant room?” He rolled his shoulder and then shrugged, all the answer I was likely going to get. He did not know, none of us did, but we needed to figure out how to rescue them soon. It had already been three days without any word, they had access to water, but their food would start to run out in the next few days.