Dragon's Isolation - Miranda Martin Page 0,34

and with her now free hand she rubs her clit.

The fullness of her ass pleases my vision. I watch as my primary cock slides into her asshole. The sensation of my secondary cock in her pussy—its ridges on top rub against the underside of my primary cock. It makes her pussy and her asshole extra tight.

It’s hard to hold back my orgasm. My cocks throb with need, but I won’t let go. Not yet, no matter how much I want to fill her with my seed. Her womb is mine, and it’s high time I filled it again.

“Yes, put that big dick in my ass,” she moans, rubbing her clit faster. “Fill both my holes. Take me, Shidan. You’re mine.”

Hers. Always. I am hers.

I fuck her with wild abandon. Cocks driving in and out, tail teasing tits. One hand is slapping her ass, and with my other hand, I grab her hair and pull her head back.

I curl my tail up, caress across her throat, and she jerks her head forward to lick the tip of my tail.

As much as I’m fucking her, she’s claiming me. My heart is hers and my body too. We belong one to another, and our bodies’ coming together is a display of that love.

A shiver races through my limbs. I groan as she moans loudly.

“I’m there,” she cries out. Then her body stiffens.

Her ass and pussy clamp down on my cocks. The orgasm overtakes me then. She cries out as her back arches, and she shudders. Both of my cocks pump their loads, filling her overfull, and pushing out more.

The dragon roars. I’m planting my seed. Marking her. Mine.

My wings open and close as the final shivers of orgasm race through my body, and then I’m spent.

“Wow,” she gasps, coming out the other side of her own orgasm.

Slowly, I withdraw, then wrap my arms around her. I hold her tight, enclosing her in my arms, tail, and wings. She leans her head back and up, and we kiss. Our passion is physically spent, but our spiritual passion for each other knows no bounds.

I know she’s mine, and I am hers.

Always.

9

AMARA

I’m sore when I wake up a few hours later but sore in that good, holy-hell-that-was-an-amazing-lay way. I can’t stop the smile when I stand up and realize I’m a little bow-legged. Damn, he’s never fucked me like that before. It was primal, instinctive, and so damn sexy.

We dress together, with plenty of touching and kissing. It’s almost like everything is normal. Another day, work to be done, and all that. Except it’s not.

Our mission here was a bust. There are no medications and we haven’t found the machine that Addison wanted. It’s clear to me that this place has been raided by more than us. The Zzlo, those alien assholes, have clearly taken anything they could salvage and sell too.

Most of the crates we’ve moved around are empty or have parts to machines that we don’t have for them. It’s a mess and the work here has been hard. Especially to come up empty handed. We’re going to need another option.

Shidan is moving the final crates in our last, desperate attempt to uncover something that will help. I watch him work because at this point it’s faster and easier to let him do the heavy lifting. All I would do is be in the way.

He grabs a crate, moves it over to me, and I unlatch it. When I open it there are pills. My heart leaps as my eyes widen.

“Is this it?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” I say. digging through them.

They have dozens of names, none of which mean anything to me. I don’t know what else I expected. Maybe a magic bottle with a tag saying, “Drink me!” would be nice. Anything that makes it clear it will help.

“We’ll take them to—” he cuts off, and I glance at him.

His mouth works, brow furrows, then he snaps his jaw shut. He shakes his head and smiles.

“Addison?” I ask, filling in for him.

“Of course,” he says, still smiling, but the blankness in his eyes can’t cover the truth.

“How bad is it?” I ask.

“I am fine,” he says, moving to close the crate. “I should be able to rig straps to carry this back to—”

He does it again. This time I see something in his eyes, but my stomach drops, and bile rises in my throat.

“Shidan?”

He frowns, shaking his head. He lifts his hands then drops them to his side. His shoulders slump, and