Dax realized that the humans were barely surviving on their own. They found individuals and the occasional small group of humans still alive. Under the cover of darkness they shifted and brought those they found alive together. They then dumped them in a remote farming town that wasn’t overwhelmed by the smell of death. Dax made sure that they were never seen, stealing them away as they slept, leaving them to band together to live.
They changed their form and walked among them, to make sure they were not diseased or dying. The ones they found were young. Adults in human terms, young and strong. They found no elderly, and no children, the diseases had obviously taken the most vulnerable as they always did. Bringing them together, Dax knew it was now up to them to survive. He only hoped they would find a way.
They left at night making sure they were not seen.
“It’s time to head home. But I want to make sure we don’t bring any of the diseases back with us.”
“I thought you said we were immune.” Jasima narrowed her eyes at her mate.
Dax shrugged and gave her a crooked smile. The one she had once told him melted her knees. “Probably, but I’d rather not take any chances.”
“So how do we do that?”
Jasima smirked and rolled her eyes. “If you wanted to gleam you could have just asked.”
Dax swatted at her ass, growling.
Jasima jumped out of the way, laughing. “Come on old dragon. Let’s make sure.” She leaped into the air shifting instantly, trumpeting out her amusement.
Dax followed swiftly overtaking her.
Jasima rolled, shooting fire along his length. Dax turned into her fire, letting it wash over him. The fire flowed across his scales, erasing any trace of dirt or disease, leaving them gleaming in the moonlight.
“Your turn.” Dax let out his own stream, bathing Jasima in his fire. His flame surrounded her, splashing against her scales, polishing them to a blinding glow as she preened, dancing in the heat of his flame. Dax flew to her, entwining his neck with hers. “I want you.”
“You can have me.”
The slide of her scales against him, the undulation of her body against him heated him from the inside out. Jasima shifted in his claws, trusting him to not let her fall. Dax held tight to his most precious cargo, landing safely and laying her down in the soft field where he landed.
Dax took a moment to admire his mate. Her soft gleaming skin, the rosy tips of her breasts and the teasing glimpse of her glistening pussy as she shifted her legs, a naughty smile on her face.
“What are you waiting for?”
Dax smiled and shifted. “Not a damn thing.” He stalked forward, smiling as Jasima’s eyes locked on his straining erection. He slid his hand around his cock, feeling it grow larger as he pumped it.
Jasima, watched, licking her lips, her hips shifting restlessly. Dax knelt between Jasima’s legs, spreading her out in front of him. He swirled his tip along her petal soft lips, dipping in the hole they hid, swirling his cock in her silky juices. Teasing but not entering her.
“Dax.” Jasima panted reaching toward him.
“Is this what you want?” He loved the way she reacted to him. He nudged forward, entering her only to pull back, moving deeper with excruciating slow push.
Rise of the Dragons
Before there was Stealing Hope
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