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His vision of these new aliens coming that we would breed with to continue our race was filled with flaws. Zmaj have never mated for ‘breeding’, our dragons have always chosen our mates because they are the other half of us.
We Zmaj were forged in the dawn of time by Tajss itself. When Tajss saw how perfect a creation it had made, it realized it had made a mistake. No single thing could be so perfect for then what would the purpose of its life be? There would be no struggle, nothing it could not overcome. A life without challenge would be a life not lived.
So Tajss, in its infinite wisdom, did the unthinkable. It split its perfect creation into two parts. Two parts that would always search for and find one another. Two parts that together form a union, a whole greater still than they are apart. That is the truth of our creation and Kirmanda would have us ignore it.
Impossible. Saying as much led to my banishment, but I do not regret it.
Now the Order hunts these females as if they are nothing more than prey. I see, clearly now, that all Kirmanda led us towards was our own denigration and self-destruction. The changes to our training, the new meditations, all were designed to suppress our dragon, to deny our true nature so that he could chase this insane plan.
This is not Tajss. I am not the one who betrayed the Order, Kirmanda is.
I growl, hands clenching into fists as muscles tighten, ready to fight. I should destroy him. Then maybe my brethren in the Order would be able to see the truth they are being denied. But are they too far gone? Are they blinded by his evil?
“Hope is all we have,” Belle says and the concerns filling my thoughts blast away.
I glance over my shoulder, trying not to be noticed, but she misses nothing. She is incredible. Perfect. She has burnt brown hair that shines with an incredible luster. My fingers ache to touch that hair, to feel it running across my scales. She wears it long; it comes to the middle of her back which is impractical, but I do not care. It sets off her perfect face.
Her face is everything a male could ever desire. Stunning. When she smiles it is greater than the suns rising over the ocean. Sparkling and beautiful. The fact that it is slightly crooked on the left adds to her beauty instead of detracting.
Her eyes are a rich, warm brown that flash brightly when she is angry or happy. Her skin looks so incredibly soft and delicate. It is also a rich color, unlike some of the other females who are very pale, she has tones of brown to her skin that accents her eyes.
Her hips are wide with beautiful, full curves, and every time I see them, I imagine those hips riding me or holding onto them as I bury myself deep inside of her. My cock stiffens and instantly it is leaking again. I am going to need to wash my pants as this is such a common occurrence around Belle.
Her chest is smaller than some of the other females but leaves me no less curious to see it. I have spent many nights imagining what her bare breasts look like. My brethren who have mated with the humans do not talk, that would not be appropriate, but they have said enough to know.
The human breasts are sources of pleasure for them, unlike a Zmaj female’s whose breasts are hidden behind protective plates and only used for feeding offspring. The concept is exotic and has filled many of my nights with imaginings. The number of times I have snuck into the jungle to relieve myself to my thoughts of her are innumerable, but no matter how many times, my desire only grows.
If I was alone now, I would take myself in hand again.
She is mine. I want to tell her. I should tell her, but there has been no time and no words. Words are not a skill I have ever had. And now is not appropriate. The other females would be watching as my tongue stumbles over finding the right thing to say.
I know she will not reject me. We are, after all, two parts of a whole, but none of that knowing relieves these strange feelings. Anticipatory, a fluttering in my stomach that leaves me feeling slightly sick. I have never felt anything like it.
This is ridiculous. I am going to tell her. Now.
I stop walking. The females come to a halt, and I turn to face them. I walk up to Belle, barely seeing the other two. They are themselves but my eyes are only for her. All of me is only for her.
“Belle,” I say, and my voice is hoarse and throaty despite my best efforts to sound normal. My throat is too dry.
She tilts her head back, eyes wide, her lips curling into a soft smile. I try to find the words. I have thought this through a thousand times, but they are gone. All I can see is her soft lips. How full they are. The delicate, almost pink color of them. They glisten in the soft light that reaches through the jungle canopy. I try again to find the words. They are not there.
I grab her, lift her off her feet, and bring our mouths together.
The other females gasp. One of them giggles, but that is distant. In another world. Belle’s lips are everything I imagined but so much more. She tastes sweet with a hint of salt. When I lift my female, she stiffens but her mouth opens, and I take that opening to lay my claim. I shove my tongue into her mouth.
Her own tongue rises to meet mine. She does not resist, she invites me in. Her arms wrap around my neck then she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls herself closer. As she does, she rubs against my throbbing cock and the first spasm of my seed bursts free at the simple contact.
She moans into the kiss and at long last I run her hair through my fingers. Soft, like strands of well worked thrush being woven into the finest of cloths. I groan and my cock throbs. We kiss, letting it continue and linger until the burning in my lungs forces us to part.
“Mine,” I growl.
She is breathing heavily as she shakes her head then shifts her hands to grab my horns and pull me towards her lips.
“Mine,” she says, huskily, and my cock is throbbing so hard my first load almost spills itself.
“Uh, Bahr,” Asia says.
The fear in her voice breaks through the ecstasy of the moment. An instant later my head explodes, and the world goes dark.
