Half-Breeds: Krinza's Dragon Page 3

  “No. I have felt flesh before. Yours just looked softer, so I figured I would check and see just how fragile you are.” Tapping a claw to a patch of scaled on her arm, he added, “compared to your other coverings, I can understand why you think they’d be more sensitive.” Terrian decided to fish a little and asked, “With your dragon instincts, I would think coupling would become dangerous for you. Our instincts push us to be rather… rough. Do you have difficulty? Satisfying both halves, I mean.”

  Returning to her own chair, Krinza crossed her arms and poked her chin out, “I can’t see how that is any of your business!”

  “You’re right. It isn’t any of my business. I was just curious and hoped that you’d help me to understand you better. I know decidedly little about the individuals I work with every day.”

  She wondered if he had used ‘individuals’ in lieu of ‘creatures’ on purpose, or if it were merely a happy accident. Either way, Krinza was inwardly appreciative. Why did she even care? Most of the purebloods called her and her kind much worse than creatures. Considering how many different types of races graced Onara and Varga, creatures should have been a perfectly acceptable word to use. Minotaurs, centaurs, unicorns, pegasus, mer-people, dwarves, dragons, humans, phoenix, griffons, and many more lived on the two moons. Every now and again, you even came across pixies, fairies, sprites, sylphs, and gnomes. The only odd creature out, so to speak, were the humans. The different mystical creatures could not interbreed, except with humans. Being the only animal that seemed unable to wield magic naturally, it somehow contorted their being. Mixed breeds seemed to be the magic’s way of trying to fix the human’s broken link. Half-bloods could wield magic, but pure blood humans couldn’t. Like half-bloods, they were considered second class citizens on Onara. Unlike half-bloods, they were not exiled.

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  Chapter Six

  Terrian had excused himself, apologizing for overstepping his bounds. As he left, she had said that he was always welcome. That had caught him a little off guard. Even though he could smell her interest in him, he was sure he pushed too hard in his questions and had lost his chance. When he left, he had brushed against her, unintentionally, yet her arousal flared and he heard as she breathed in his scent deeply. He had smirked a little at that. He headed out for a long walk instead of heading home. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to dominate the female; to bite, scratch, pin her down and make her submit. His brain however, begged him to go slow, she was different; he would need to go slow and be gentle. She may have dragon blood, but she was not a dragon.

  And so several weeks passed where he would visit her every other day while on Varga, his thoughts consumed by her when he was on Onara. The 21 hour days on Varga versus the 24 hour days on Onara, gave him eight days with her instead of seven. Even if the hours aligned, the night and day rotations gave him the impression of extra time with her. Every visit they would talk on many things. Half breeds, Varga, her teaching, his work as the exiler. She’d suggest ways to make the transition easier, and he’d complain about the pointlessness of it all. The first time he had mentioned that he didn’t believe in the purist mindset, she laughed until she cried. She couldn’t believe he was serious. Eventually, he had convinced her that it was the way he felt. She had simply admitted to her dislike of all purebloods until she met him.

  Terrian was just leaving Krinza’s cottage on his latest visit. It was his first day back on Varga and he had missed her company. It had been several months and his need for her had grown with every encounter. Unless his nose was failing him, she had become progressively more aroused by his presence as well. Their time together had become much more intimate over the months since they met. They would preen each other’s wings; she would massage his muscles or care for his claws. He was not nearly as skilled as she was, but he attempted to care for her claws as well. He was getting better under her instruction. He would massage her feet and calves, but fearful of her fragile human flesh, he would only caress her skin. When she’d want a massage in return for those she’d given him, he’d explain his reticence, what if he hurt her? Splitting her flesh and spilling her blood accidentally terrified him. Then a thought came to him, but what about intentionally?

  No. He wasn’t seriously considering that. He hadn’t even coupled with her. Something as permanent as blood mating was out of the question. His frustrations were getting the better of him. He tried to calm himself and quell his absurd thoughts on his walk home that night. When he got home, he stood at his front door for several minutes before decided to go for a flight instead. Hours later, he returned home, started his fire, and crawled into his nest to toss and turn until dawn.

  Terrian worried his hands, running his claws along his palms and the backs of his hands. He gripped at his fingers, twisting them as he walked. He was heading back to Krinza’s cottage. His thoughts at their last meeting two nights before had him rattled. He needed to know how she felt, and if she would ever act on her arousal. He couldn’t keep restraining himself with her; eventually his instincts would override his mind and demand he claim her. Not just couple with her, not simply dominate her, but claim her. He wasn’t sure if blood mating worked the same with half breeds, since humans didn’t do it, but it was permanent with dragons. Once blood mated, willing or no, it lasted until one of the pair died. Every inch of him craved her.

  He knocked on her door. When Krinza answered, the large smile that made her face sparkle quickly disappeared as she noticed the sadness in his eyes. “What’s wrong Terr?

  He stepped in, leaned in against her, and put his hands on her hips. He kissed her forehead, feeling her hair caress his lips and inhaled deeply of her scent. His already mounting lust flared at the scent of her and an immediate burst of arousal hit him. “We need to talk about this.”

  He broke away to close the door and she wavered in place for a moment, aching at his sudden departure from their closeness. “About what?”

  “About what is between us, Krin. I have wanted you since I first laid my eyes on your luscious form. You’re perfect in every way. I need to know if the arousal I scent from you will ever lead to where I want, no, need it to go.”

  “Terrian. I… wait. You can smell my arousal?”

  “Well, yes. Can’t you?

  “No!”

  “I guess that explains a bit. I couldn’t imagine you could ignore the lust that pours off me every time I’m here. But I suppose that if you couldn’t place the scent… I don’t know. I’m babbling. You didn’t answer my question.

  She moved in close to him again, needing to be in the comforting space of his heat. She pressed her chest into him, wrapping her arms around his middle and nuzzling her head against his chest. She felt him warm at her touch. Inhaling deeply, she searched for the scent of his lust. All she could smell was his familiar and comforting scent, musky and masculine. “I don’t know what to say, Terr. You mean a lot to me.”

  “You mean a lot to me as well. He cradled her head in his hands, letting him see her bright yellow eyes. Fear lingered quietly behind the caring feelings, the comfort she had for him. Why was she scared? What had she to fear? Especially from him? He had never been harsh, never forceful with her. He stepped back from her, “You fear me?” he was genuinely hurt to say the words.

  “No!” She reached out to touch him, to be back in the comforting warmth of him.

  “I saw it in your eyes. Just as I can smell it if I search your scent hard enough. Part of you is scared. Why?” He sat down near the fire, staring into the flames. He couldn’t bear to look at her when she answered. A part of him screamed to take it back; she wouldn’t have to answer, he wouldn’t have to hear that he was monster pureblood come off her sweet full lips.

  “It isn’t what you think, Terr. Please listen to me. Please understand.” What could she say? She was afraid, but not of him in the way he thought. She was embarrassed, but couldn’t bear the thought of losing him if she didn’t explain.

 
; “Do you remember the first day we spoke? Not with Bru’Nik, but just us here alone. You asked about half-breeds coupling. The frailty of my flesh. Do you remember?”

  He spent a moment to remember the precise conversation, the exact words spoken. Understanding began to dawn on him and he looked at her, eyes wide. She went to him, kneeling down in front of him and taking his hands in hers. “I have wanted to take you into my nest since that day. When you brought up that question, it made me think; I have only coupled with half breeds. I favored mostly human men. I, I…”

  “You worry that I will hurt you?” Genuine concern permeated his voice and he drew her closer to hug her. He spread his wings to wrap them around her in comfort as well.

  “No. Not really. I worry that the act will hurt. Not that you’d hurt me. I know you would never intentionally hurt me. I worry that instincts would cloud our minds and that we’d end up regretting what we had done. I don’t want to lose you and I was scared that you’d leave me after. Just as our sense of smell is similar, yours is a little different from mine. What if it is the same with coupling? I was always too scared to ask the particulars of pure blood dragons mating.” She kissed his neck, nuzzled into him, and caressed his powerful arm with her hands.

  With Krin settled into his lap, caressing and kissing him, Terrian’s mind fogged. Her tail was teasing against his wings and her scent filled his nose. Breathy and with eyes only half-open, he replied to her, “I think we should take our chances. I can’t fathom us every regretting our actions with each other. And if anything feels wrong or displeases you, just tell me. I will always listen to you.”

  The heat emanating from him permeated into her, causing her own heat to rise. Being enveloped by Terrian, surrounded by his wings, sitting on his lap, she was drowning in his intoxicating scent. It made her head a little light and her mind a little foggy. Her lust rose sharply and she moistened between her legs at his caress. He kissed her face and stroked her hair. As she felt his arousal press against her from between his legs, a soft wanton whimper escaped her lips. Letting her instincts guide her, she raked her claws across his back and turned her hips into him. When his hips responded in kind, she untied his robe, letting it fall to his waist. He grabbed her around her middle with one arm and while bracing with other, he rolled them around so that she laid on her back below him. Removing his arm from behind her, he gently untied the halter of her top and bared her very human breasts. A low rumble of approval reverberated in his chest as he gently caressed them. Ever mindful of his claws, he began to gently massage them, watching her face as her passions grew.

  After several long minutes of eliciting whimpers from her, Terrian put his claws to use. He gently severed the fabric that held her dress in place around her hips. It was destroyed, but he doubted that she minded. Her scent had never reached this level of… need. He was drunk on it; having to use every ounce of control to keep from claiming her. As he stared, drinking in her naked form, she opened her eyes and smiled at him. Her eyes were as hungry as his own. Her hands caressed his chest, his arms, his stomach. She lit his every nerve on fire. Trailing down to his hips, she found his robe still tied in place and frowned. Noting his handy work, she smirked at him with mischievous eyes and replicated the work with her own claws on his garments. He had raised his head, allowing himself to fully appreciate every touch she pressed to his hide. Massaging the muscles in his hips, he ached for her to move just a bit lower…

  Shifting his wings, he pressed his body down onto hers, grinding his hips and kissing her deeply. He felt more than heard the growl that rose in her chest. Her tail tickled around his ankles, giving him an idea. Even though his instincts called for immediate domination and his own release, he was determined to be tender, gentle, and passionate with her. With the tip of his tail, he traced an imaginary design from her ankle up the inside of her legs. Slight quivers let him know that her nerves were as excited as his own. Lying beside her, one leg resting in hers, he cradled her head in one hand, massaged her breast with the other. Claws were a disadvantage in some aspects, but he was clever. He took his tail and teased her outer lips, testing the moisture as it grew between her legs. She raised her hips, whimpering at the sensations. Her own hands clawed at him, they seemed to scream for him end her torment. He finally pressed his impromptu digit against her opening, agonizingly slowly separating the folds. He proceeded in an inch and then another. Deep moans and growls signaled her approval and want for more.

  He continued to make good use of his digit, tickling and caressing her from the inside. As he felt her body writhe and tense, he grabbed at her hip and pulled her into himself. He kissed, nuzzled, and nipped at her neck, letting her shallow breaths spur him on. Her body tensed more, he felt her inner muscles press against him hard, her claws dug into him as she bit into his shoulder. As soon as she let lose a cry of pleasure, he removed his tail and gently raked his claws across her throbbing lower lips. Her eyes shot open as her pleasure doubled over with the sensation. He gently lifted her and took her to her nest, no sense in brutalizing her wings against the floor for no reason.

  With a momentary look of uncertainty, she looked into Terrian’s eyes, “roll over.”

  Unable to do anything but comply, he spread his wings beneath him instead of tucking them in close, and laid on his back… this was new, it should be interesting. She noticed that his eyebrow was raised at her.

  Too late now, she thought. Positioning herself over him, she teased his inner thighs with her own tail. She played her claws along his hide and she lowered herself and positioned her body between his knees. She gentle grabbed his solid arousal, teasing it with gentle licks and claws. When she took him fully into her mouth, she felt his hips slightly buck, his entire body tense at the sensation. His wings ruffled in pleasure and she ruffled hers in response. As her tongue played against the tip, and teased around it girth, her hands and claws caressed every inch of him where they could find purchase. After several minutes of pleasurable growls emanating from his chest, she felt as his hands lifted her, pulling her face to his. He laid her on his chest, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply. He’d never been with a female like this.

  Soon he was jarred from his indulgences in her full, moist lips when he felt her hands on his phallus again. She had brought up her knees and positioned her hips over his. He hadn’t even noticed. She teased his tip against the moist opening into her and when he raised his hips, she did as well. His instincts flared, how dare a female deny him access, she was his and he would have her! Her eyes met his, and he whimpered his need to her. His instincts could scream all they wanted, he was at her mercy here. The few seconds of teasing felt like an eternity. From what he could tell from his tail’s exploring, she would be extremely tight around his main rigid member. A moment of uncertainty crossed his mind as he feared he would hurt her, but at that moment, she slid the tip between her lips and into the warm moisture beyond. Slowly she lowered her hips. She allowed in an inch and then retreated, only to return again. Then she lowered another inch and Terrian moaned; his instincts making him clench and release his claws, doing everything in his power to keep himself from grabbing her hips and forcing himself into her to the hilt. Inch by seemingly painful inch she slowly descended down, delving him deeper and deeper into her. Finally, when she was nearly fully around him, she reared back and raised herself to hover at his tip. Suddenly she spread her wings and pressed him into her fully, releasing a snarl of pure pleasure.

  Terrian's entire body convulsed at the sudden pleasure, redoubled at the sound of her outcry, he released the mental hold he had on his hips, now, rocking them in time to her movements. Her momentum increased, and in little time, she was quivering with a new release of pleasure. Her inner muscles pulsed around him and Terrian refused to break contact with Krin as he turned her over onto her back, lowering his full weight onto her. A contented purr escaped her throat as she looked to him, grabbing his face and bringing it to her to kiss him deeply. Weaving one arm betwe
en her legs, Terrian raised one of her legs up to allow himself better access to her blissful core. Slowly, he began to pump in and out of her. Careful to pay attention to every twitch of her muscles, he watched for the slightest sign of pain.

  He would thrust slowly into her, and then he would press into her faster and deeper. When she neared climax, he would again slow himself only to work into a fast pace again. Every time he slowed and denied her orgasm, her tension built, like a spring being slowly coiled tighter and tighter with every round. Somehow amidst all of the pleasure, he had ended up on his knees, leaned back with Krin wrapped around his hips. Her toes touched the floor, though barely. His face was buried in her breasts while her arms encircled his head. She held onto his neck, digging in her claws in her passion. Her other hand clawing at his back and wings. He felt her heart pound, her claws digging into him, the pleasures flooded through him and he felt he’d lose control. She was nearing her orgasm again and he was too near himself to torture her any longer. When she threw her head back in a cry of pleasure, his eyes focused on the pounding artery there. His hand found the back of the neck, pulling it into his face. He played over it with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. His penis found her deepest inner reaches, felt them spasm beyond imagining, squeezing him ruthlessly. Suddenly he felt her tense and convulse around him, her claws digging into his throat. He opened his mouth and licked her neck, ready to bite down. A gasp ran through his as she bit his nick first, her canines puncturing in, her tongue lapping at his blood. His orgasm came, wracking his body in pleasure, a coppery taste in his mouth. He’d bitten her too.

  When Krin emerged from her blissful stupor, it was to with an unknown sense of shame. The feeling didn't seem to be her own. She looked and found Terrian kneeling by the fire, his face in his palms. She went to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. His tear-stained eyes looked up to her.