each other. I am sure Khiron is a wonderful choice as a mate, but he is not mine.” She inclined her head formally to the dragon in question and tried not to look directly at his nudity.
None of the males had bothered to reacquire clothing when they shifted, and it was quite a sight. She tamped down on her hormones and tried to keep a straight face.
Rikard came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned back into him and relaxed. Matthias looked at them and a resigned expression crossed his features. “You are right. I suppose my clinging to the older traditions is what kept your mother from me all these years.”
Arabel smiled, “Wow. You have finally clued into it. Matthias, you were one of the most attractive men I had ever met. Even transformed, you were an amazing lover, but you were locked in a cycle of tradition and formality that didn’t suit me at all.”
“And now?”
“I am willing to work on it if you are.” She smiled at him in a challenging fashion. He was stunned. There was no other way to describe it.
“Matthias, do you give your blessing to your daughter and myself ?” His voice was soft and husky in her ear. The erection that was prodding her backside was the reason for his darker tone.
Apparently, her in a toga was more than he could stand.
“I do. But only with the knowledge that she herself has declared it.” She smiled as he looked pained at his statement. Perhaps evolution wasn’t that time consuming after all.
Rikard asked the other male. “It will be recorded?”
“It will.”
“Then we will see you in a week.” His arms tightened around her and he pushed off the parapet with her in his arms. His wings began to flap and she laughed, startled, as she realized that his warrior form was what had been holding her.
Heavy beats carried them low over the terrain and then he swept higher, climbing into the sunny skies of Realm.
As they reached a point so high that she had trouble breathing he relaxed his grip and whispered into her ear, “Change.”
Grinning with anticipation, she shifted to face him and moved into warrior form, her toga rising as her tail lifted the skirts.
Chapter 10
Wrapping her thighs around his hips, his cock nudged into the hollow that had grown wet during their flight. She grunted and circled her hips against his, working him slowly into her.
Her high-pitched sighs matched his groans as he was slowly worked in to the hilt. She glanced down to see where they joined and sighed with satisfaction at the wave of heat that the smallest movement brought on.
At last, he was finally seated. “Do you want to move, or shall I?” Her joking comment had him diving through the sky, her claws biting into his shoulders and her own wings struggling to open. He regained control and once again climbed into the atmosphere.
“Does that answer your question?” His grin was unrepentant.
She wrapped her tail around one of his legs for leverage and began to rock her channel up and down his hardened cock. The sudden dips in their altitude were her clue as to how effective her ministrations were.
Sweat slicked the flesh between them as they flew and fucked through the skies of Realm. Rikard’s eyes glowed as he approached climax, and his thumb found her clit between their writhing bodies. A few sharp strokes on that sensitized flesh and she screamed, making the way for his orgasm.
His teeth flashed and he bit down sharply between her neck and shoulder as he came, pumping venom into her body to allow for her pregnancy. As his body shuddered in release, his wings lost their beat and once again they were falling, the ground sweeping up to meet them.
George reversed their positions and now she was on ‘top’, her wings opening to catch them before they had gained too much speed. It was hard, but she managed to keep them aloft while he withdrew his teeth and came to his senses.
She slowly took them to the ground and
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