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His big, thick cock presses against my wet pussy. It's like I snap out of the waiting game. I take hold of him and rub the head of his cock against my slit. I wrap my legs around him and pull him into me.
I let out a kind of scream against his lips. His shaft stretching me is the most incredible sensation in the world.
It takes only a moment before I'm moaning against his lips. He's thrusting inside of me, the pleasure so sharp and sweet and familiar that it makes me want to cry out.
Familiar. Damn, it’s wonderful to think that the pleasure Drake gives me is familiar. I hear that one of the reasons people cheat on each other is that there’s no excitement to sex anymore, that it just becomes mundane and unfulfilling, but that’s not the case with Drake yet, and I can’t possibly imagine any future where I wouldn’t be just as excited to cum like this as I am now.
It takes only another moment and then I'm crying out. I'm crying out with ecstasy as he's thrusting into me while his cock is filling me up and stimulating all the nerve endings in my pussy.
He kisses me passionately. I kiss him back and cross my legs over the small of his back as I dig my nails into his back and pull him close to me.
He moves a little faster and the pleasure gets sharper, the intensity of the sensation almost too much to bear. But I want more. I want him to fuck me hard. I want everything from him.
“Drake, damn it, Drake!” I shriek.
That comes when he not only starts to stroke my clit with one of his hands while still fucking the hell out of me but also decides to use his other hand to grip my left breast while grazing my right nipple with his teeth.
I think I cum forever and ever when he does that. Okay, that’s obviously an exaggeration, but it’s no exaggeration that when he finally empties himself deep inside my grateful, overjoyed pussy, I have no strength left in me.
I think that’s why I ended up bursting into tears.
Drake, of course, is instantly concerned. “What happened?” he asks. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, but no words come out.
“What’s wrong, Sienna?” he asks again.
The second time he asks, I feel almost compelled to tell the truth in spite of myself. “I’m pregnant!” I cry out.
Drake
I standup and look at her. “Why… why is that something that makes you cry?” I ask.
She stops crying immediately. I haven’t reassured her at all. She’s just utterly shocked. She doesn’t expect this reaction from me. “But it’s your baby!” she says.
“And you don’t want a baby with me? Is that why you’re crying?”
“No, I don’t… I mean, I want a baby with you, of course, but I don’t… You’re not…” She’s gone from desolate to shocked to absolutely confused. Of course, she has no idea that for a dragon, offspring is an incredibly joyous event. We reproduce so rarely that when it happens, it’s something for which we are very grateful. Even if she wanted nothing to do with me, this would be a joyous event.
Because the mother is human, the baby will be human and will not come into any of its dragon power until about twenty-five years old. More than one dragon has introduced himself to his son or his daughter when she begins to feel the shift. If the mother is a dragon, the baby will be born dragon but unable to shift to human form until that same time frame, mid-twenties.
I’m not sure why that’s the case. After all, dragons live for centuries, perhaps millennia. I myself am over five hundred years old, and while I am not a young dragon anymore, I am far from old. It’s very conceivable that I will live another five hundred years or even more. So why dragons develop at the same speed as humans is a conundrum. The most common belief is that it has something to do with the shift, that the same physiological change that allows us to shift also dramatically slows the aging process. This is true for all shifters, although it is far more dramatic in the case of dragons. A wolf shifter might not live a thousand years, but they stand a better than even chance of living a hundred fifty years.
I realize I haven’t responded to her when she looks at me and says, “Say something.”
“I still don’t understand why you’re sad about something so wonderful,” I reply, “Are those tears of joy?”
I can’t imagine that my intuition has failed me so dramatically that I would be misreading her emotions, but the thought that having a child with me would be anything other than wonderful news for her is so absurd that I don’t know how else to interpret her tears. I mean, if she didn’t want to have my baby, why would she contact me? I suppose because it’s the right thing to do, actually. But she obviously wants to have something to do with me because she keeps having sex with me and doesn’t just tell me right away?
She keeps looking at me in disbelief and then finally whispers her question. “This doesn’t change anything for you?”
Now I understand. I chuckle at the fact that it takes me so long. I already think of her as my mate, so I was interpreting this pregnancy the way a dragon would and assuming she would do the same. It never occurred to me that a human man may have a radically different perspective than I do. Twenty-five years for a dragon is nothing, but twenty-five years is fully a third of a human life. Some men would be terrified and even angry to learn their woman is pregnant.
Well, I look forward to showing Sienna the difference between me and a human lover. It hits me suddenly that she doesn’t know the most glaring difference between me and other men yet, but I’ll get to that another time. Right now, there’s a more important consideration.
“Of course, it does,” I say. “If you decide I’ll be visiting down here, I’ll buy a house for you so you have more room. We’ll furnish it and build a nursery. I’ll also make sure you have the finest doctor and anything else you need.”
“I mean… this doesn’t change anything with us, with you and me?”
