Taming the Beast

Before Javelin could leave, there was a knock at the door. Lagos poked his head in slowly. “I heard you were down here.”

“Here I am,” Javelin muttered. “How are those guttural moans working out for you?”

“I’m an asshole,” Lagos said, staring down at his feet. “I don’t know why I say half the things I do.”

“You already answered that. You’re an asshole.”

“I was rude and I’m sorry.”

Zara got up and approached him, gently lifting his face and looking into his eyes. “Lagos is smitten,” she teased. “Look at him. Still want to bang every human in sight?”

He shook his head. “Weird, isn’t it? I woke up next to Delilah this morning and didn’t want to be anywhere else. I felt it last night, but I wasn’t ready to admit it. I can’t control it.”

“No, you can’t,” Zara said. “Your mate is your mate and there’s no right or wrong time limit.” She glanced over her shoulder at Javelin and smiled. “Why are you still here? Go get your mate and find your wings again.”

Madeleine was up in her room, layering on every item of clothing she had available. Dragons must have soft spots. Hit him in the nose, no the belly … shit, it’s a fucking dragon not a dog. She paced in her room and waited for the orb to light up. What is the schedule in this place? Where’s the gold? He said he didn’t even want to mate with you. Calm down. Why would he not want to mate with me? I’m perfectly mate-able, a dragon’s dream. However, I will not be skewered on the end of some prehistoric alien cock. Nope, not going to do it.

Then her mind shifted to Javelin in human form. Well, that’s different. Right? Yes, it would be perfectly fine to let THAT Javelin ravage me. Madeleine wished she hadn’t been in such a panic and had more time to just chat with him … and stare at him. The colony had its share of handsome men, but not like that. Not built like a freight train with those piercing blue eyes … and the treasure she imagined him packing below the waist.

She left her quarters to find Delilah, who seemed to be no worse for wear. In fact, she was oddly smitten with Lagos as if he’d injected her with some sort of love potion. I saw where that love potion came from. I’m sure it was dripping down her legs. But Delilah looked happy, although she was walking as you would expect one to walk after having a massive cock thrust inside her pussy.

“I feel like I’m not alone,” Delilah said, rubbing her belly.

“What, you already think you’re pregnant?”

“I can’t explain it. It’s a warmth that overtakes you.”

“Are you sure it’s not severe injuries?” she said with a laugh.

She shook her head. “It’s the future. Here, touch my belly.”

Madeleine hesitated before reaching over and obliging. Her eyes grew bigger and she pulled her hand away quickly.

“You felt it, didn’t you?” Delilah asked.

“It’s buzzing! Like a battery or something like that.”

“I know. Isn’t it amazing?”

“Did you eat too much moss?”

“Don’t be silly. Lagos thinks the little one will arrive in about forty weeks, just like a human gestation period.”

“I know you said you were resigned to this, but don’t you think things are progressing a little too quickly? Are you happy?”

“No such thing as too quick if it’s right. Besides, look at our options. We’re trapped on a planet that hates us.”

Delilah had a point. She also had plenty of company, as it seemed many couples had mated the night before. Although Zara’s plan for everyone to get slathered with sunscreen seemed like a bad scene from a B-movie, it had been a success. Bellies were buzzing all around her. With everyone on the same schedule, it seemed a little too sister-wifey for Madeleine’s taste. But one gorgeous dragon to call her own? Maybe that was an idea she could accept. None of it would matter, though, if she couldn’t save her father.

Chapter 5

A few days passed before her globe grew brighter one early afternoon. She performed a few jumping jacks in the mirror to get the energy flowing and flung open her door with a growl. Her growl quickly turned into a scream, as she was now face-to-face with Javelin in his human form.

“Sorry! I wasn’t expecting you to open the door so quickly,” he explained. “You looked like you were prepared for battle.”

“I was … I am.” She tugged at her clothing, which only emphasized the bulk of her layers.

“Are you wearing everything you own?”