But at least I don’t pass out this time.
Little gifts, I tell myself as I lie curled on top of his huge body.
Sleep tugs on me. Wanting me to rest while my pussy extracts every bit of semen it can from this dragon dick. That’s how she-wolves are designed to mate. Lots and lots of energy conservation. When we’re in heat mode we’re not supposed to be awake if we’re not fucking or eating. But I can’t let myself rest.
As my pussy spontaneously milks his dick, I think about how I woke up this morning. Sore and chained to the bed, but also clean and tended to.
He must have tended to me. Like a wolf would have if I had mated within my own species.
Was it possible that he cared about me for reasons that went beyond revenge or what had he called it? Our unfortunate compatibility.
Enfolded in his large arms with his belly burning like a warm stove a question occurs to me. And I have to ask it.
“What would happen if I apologized?” I ask him softly. “Apologized for what my fathers did and made them apologize, too? If I could arrange that, would you let me go?”
There’s a long silence.
Then he answers, “There is no apology your fathers could give that I would ever accept for their murder of my most revered father. Only their slow and painful deaths will satisfy my thirst for vengeance. And as for letting you go…”
He pulls me closer, his mouth finding my ear. “One of us will have to die before I ever did that.”
Chapter Eighteen
EOS
Something was not right.
It was his mother’s birthday, yet he once again woke with an anxious flame.
He’d had this not right feeling for days, and this morning his entire upper torso burned orange with unease.
It had been over a solar rotation since they reunited with Blue Father, but his last instruction before Eos departed with Wolf Mother from the long-ago time continued to smolder inside his flame.
“Golden Son…. Wolf Mother is your duty now. Your only purpose after you leave this place is to pay her great reverence by protecting her and the hatchlings growing within her womb.”
Wolf Mother reminded him often that she was the mother and he was the five-year-old (it did not seem to matter to her that Eos stood nearly a head taller than she). And those two hatchlings were now twin girls, living outside her womb and growing at a much faster rate than Eos ever had. Also, Blue Father was returned to them within four moons of their arrival in this time. He could and would protect their family.
However, none of that mattered as Eos rose from his bed with the solemn duty to protect his mother and sisters still burning inside of him. For that reason, he made the same actions that he had every early morn since the orange fear started crackling inside his flame.
First, he gave his wolf two large glasses of water, gulping them down so that he would not complain about their early morning exertions. Second, he opened all of the downstairs windows. Blue Father and he told the Golden Twins and Great Wolf Mother that they did this to let in the early morning sun and tropical breeze. But in truth, they were more interested in the 360-degree view which allowed them to see anyone or any danger approaching from every direction.
After this simple security measure was put in place, Eos walked out past the lanai for the third step of his morning routine. Springing into the air with such force, the palm trees closest to the house bent and swayed. Then releasing his golden wings first things first at the top of his jump, so as not to fall back to earth before he completed his transformation into his dragon form.
His father would have called this unshelling, but Eos wasn’t quite sure what it was for him, the son of a wolf and a dragon.
His father’s human form was a mere shell, something he folded his dragon into in order to breathe much easier on this overly oxygenated planet. “It is somewhat like a spacesuit for drakkon. A house for our bodies. However, we can survive in real form outside of it. Our shells were originally intended to help us blend in as we completed our original mission.” Blue Father had explained this to Eos after laughing his way through a self-laudatory documentary about how a driverless car company built the first space elevator to the moon. “We do not need our shells simply to survive as these slow-advancing humans do.”
I was one of those slow advancing humans. I was also a wolf, the by-product of a genetic experiment done by the original Fenrir. His mother’s long-ago paternal ancestors had believed Fenrir to be a wolf god. But he was, in fact, another dragon. One who Blue Father referred to as the Royal Geneticist—though most other dragons called him the Terrible Destroyer, after he obliterated their planet to save both the human and wolf races.