Nioral's Quest Page 6

  Merigone shook her large head, her sapphire eyes filling with tears. Dragons’ scales did carry the brood’s history, her history. She had been born a dragon, born to be Nioral’s mate all along. The pulses in the scale suddenly drew her attention. They’d slowed considerably.

  Nioral was dying.

  With a swish of her great tail, Merigone headed for Nioral, determined to save him.

  Somehow.

  * * *

  Nioral hardly dared believe his eyes. He must be fading from this life faster than he thought, delusions befuddling his brain. He thought he saw a majestic silver dragon standing over him, its incredible sapphire eyes narrowed at the woman threatening him with some kind of sharp object.

  With a sweep of its great tail, the dragon knocked the shrieking witch to the ground, where she lay bleeding and silent.

  “Snake King,” the dragon bellowed, “your witch awaits.”

  It turned its attention to Nioral, concern in its great blue eyes. It placed its talons on the arrow piercing his heart and closed its eyes. “No tears, Nioral,” it said, and with one great tug, it pulled the arrow from Nioral’s chest.

  Nioral howled in pain, rolling over and over until the silver dragon steadied him, cooing encouragement in his ears. “If you live, you get to fuck me night and day,” the dragon bribed him in a sultry voice.

  “Merigone,” Nioral whispered.

  Everything went black.

  * * *

  Four days later, after Merigone had tended to Nioral by the gypsilius tree and he’d mended sufficiently to head back to the Kilsh Brood’s den, Nioral watched Merigone’s fine ass as she waddled along, stopping now and then to sniff a plant or look at the clouds and sigh. She seemed to be enjoying her dragon form immensely and so was he. Though his wound had healed fully, Nioral still dawdled along behind her far enough to enjoy the view.

  “I think you’re with dragonling,” Nioral said, trying to start a conversation. Something bothered him and he needed to settle it, right here and right now. Merigone continued to amble as though she hadn’t heard him.

  “My dragonling, not that of the human stranger,” he continued, one eyelid pulled up to his forehead, the other drooping just enough to give him a quizzical look.

  At this Merigone stopped and turned to face him, a look of utter exasperation crossing her snout. “If I am with dragonling, I hope it doesn’t take after its dense father,” she said, and continued on her way, her hips swaying provocatively as she strolled forward.

  Nioral shook his wings out and stomped up next to her. She glanced sideways at him and her snout broke into a crooked, toothy grin. “You up for making me forget your stranger friend?” she asked, batting her long dragon eyelashes. She dropped to all fours and lifted her tail, a definite invitation to mate.

  Nioral reared up on two legs and folded his forearms, glaring.

  Merigone giggled. “Oh, all right!” she relented. “I’ve known who you were since you left me at my village. I knew it was you at the brothel the whole time. I never loved anyone but you, in either form. I didn’t know how you switched, I just knew you did.”

  Nioral huffed and took his place behind his lifemate. Soon they would be home, at the den of Kilsh, and Nioral would request Merigone in bonding. He’d ask Reiz to declare her a brood healer. He’d convince her as best he could -- for she tended to be quite stubborn and free-willed -- to name their dragonling, which he sensed was female, Gypsy, after the gypsilius tree where they met.

  And he’d never stop loving her.

  Nioral growled as he pushed his furry brown cock past the bony scales protecting Merigone’s pussy, which was still tight and wet even though they’d not stopped mating since his health returned. He wondered if his health returned faster because he’d been mating with Merigone nonstop. It sure felt healthful.

  “How did you know?” Nioral ground out, pumping himself into Merigone.

  She groaned and wiggled her ass against him, driving him mad. He thrust harder and harder, driving himself deeper inside. His talons made a clicking sound against her silver scales as he tried to grip her hips. Her long silver tail lay against his shoulder, and he licked it in time with his thrusts. This excited Merigone a great deal, and her cunt spasmed against his hard length while thick silver liquid coated his cock.

  Nioral could barely think, but he had to know, and now, how Merigone knew the dragon secret. Had he been careless? Was she just saying that to make him feel better about her passion for his human form?

  Reluctantly, he pulled himself from Merigone, who growled loudly at the interruption. “Nioral!” she rasped.

  But Nioral had a mission, and right now, until they’d practiced more, he could do more to please her as a man than as a dragon. Maybe that would convince her to tell him her secrets. Regardless, it would be enjoyable trying to pry it out of her.

  Being close enough to the Kilsh den, he could change into human form without fear of being seen. No humans came this close to the dragon kind. In seconds, he transformed himself, and, though she appeared confused, Merigone followed suit.

  “How did you know?” Nioral asked her again, but Merigone shook her head.

  “I have never met any creature so stubborn as you, Nioral,” she said with a sexy grin. “You’ll have to fuck the information out of me.”

  Nioral had been hoping she’d say that and took her at her word, sweeping her into his arms as she squealed in delight. He carried her a few feet and propped her against the side of the mountain that served as one of the walls to the dragon kingdom, pressing his fevered body into hers. How he wanted this female, in any form.

  He placed her hands around his neck and dropped to his knees in front of her. “Hold onto me,” he commanded gently, hooking her pale thigh over his shoulder.

  His teeth found her clit, and he nipped at it, trying to build the fire he’d almost extinguished when he’d stopped moments ago. Merigone let out a small cry as his tongue lapped at her lips, then entered her, stroking her hard. It didn’t take long before she stiffened and shuddered, pushing her wet pussy against his mouth and chanting his name over and over.

  Nioral’s cock throbbed, and he slid up her body with a plan to place it where his tongue had been. He kissed her soft, full breasts first, wanting her primed to come with him when he exploded inside her. He suckled the pebbled tips, reveling in the feel of her fingers intertwined in his hair and her short gasps for air as their urgency built toward a frenzy. He kissed his way up her body, running his hands over her hips and the sensitive sides of her breasts.

  Nioral stood to his full height, his cock aching furiously, and Merigone gave him a dreamy, drugged smile. Unable to stand the exquisite torture anymore, Nioral spread her legs and plunged into her wetness. He pulled her leg up to his hip to gain better access, and rode her hard, her screams growing louder and more encouraging with each of his thrusts.

  Bodies bouncing together wildly, Nioral spilled himself into Merigone, who came just after with a feral yell that shook the leaves around them. Nioral, breathing hard, pulled her into his arms and guided her to the soft earth beneath them. He pulled her close, wrapping himself around her as she clung to him.

  Merigone spoke first, her tone warm and loving. “The answers you seek can be found over there, in my scale.”

  Nioral looked to where Merigone pointed. A shiny silver scale sparkled in the sunlight.

  “I know you want to know everything, and I want you to have the knowledge that will make you whole again. I’m a healer too, and your well-being is the most important thing in the world to me.”

  Nioral understood. Merigone, true to her namesake, had healed his heart in more than one way. He would look into the scale, into her history and know her secrets, which were now, and always had been, his. For now, though, he caressed her face and gazed deep into her eyes, so perfect and filled with love. Nioral felt a strange flutter in his chest and a small, but very masculine, wayward tear trickled from his eye.

 
Merigone laughed and wiped at it with her fingertips. “Remember, now, Nioral, no tears,” Merigone said, snuggling close to her lifemate.

  Nioral curled up next to her and nodded in agreement. “Ever.”

  Cameo Brown

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