Desire spread through my body. I spread my legs and slipped my hand into my loose pants, careful to make absolutely no sound. An answering need flowed from the bond. Nyfain’s desperation to touch me again was so strong that it nearly took my breath away. I stroked my finger through my wetness and rubbed it around my clit, sighing at the glorious sensation. Through the bond, I felt him stroking his cock. This was basically bond sex. We might be an incredible distance apart, but it wasn’t so far that we couldn’t make-believe-fuck each other.
I pressed the heel of my palm to my clit and plunged two fingers into my pussy, barely stifling a groan as I did so. I licked my finger and thumb of my other hand and lightly pinched my nipple, adding that sensation to the growing mix. My mind drifted deeper into the fantasy, images playing behind my eyes.
Nyfain’s fingers took over for mine, plunging into me, stroking me just right. The tip of his cock dragged through my slick folds and paused at the entrance. Pleasure whispered across my flesh.
Heat turned to fire. Desire turned to desperate, aching need.
His big body lay over mine, all strength and muscle, and I ran my fingers down his broad back. This faux-reality had restored his gorgeous golden scales, two lines down the sides of his back. I stroked my fingers down them, causing him to buck into me wildly. I arched, cutting off my moan just in case it bled into reality, and wrapped my legs around his trim hips. I dragged my fingers down those scales again as his lips trailed along my jaw and then settled on my lips, opening my mouth so he could swipe his tongue through.
Fuck me, Nyfain, I thought, rocking my hips up. His slammed down, his cock driving down deep, filling me up in a way that felt like home.
He thrust on top of me, his perfect ass moving within my constricted legs. His kiss deepened, consuming, sweeping me away. His hard chest rubbed my nipples.
Pleasure surged through my body as he pounded into me, his hips slapping against my flesh. His kisses desperate. His love filling me up and flowing over, fusing with mine.
As though he were speaking them in my ear, I felt his words. I felt his possession. His drive to protect what was his.
Mine, I knew he thought, his cock branding me, his teeth moving over my mark and biting down, claiming me again. And again. Mine!
I came so hard that I lost my senses for a moment, confusing reality with this waking dream, losing myself to the pleasure of the moment. As I floated, not wanting to drift back to my body, I swore I could hear, I love you, my little dragon.
“Here we go again,” Vemar called out the next afternoon, sitting where he always did, idling the time away. “Party time.”
Everyone pushed to standing and, sure enough, the sound of boots drifted into the space. Those boots appeared a moment later, followed by the bodies they belonged to, appearing beyond the lip of the low-hanging ceiling. Govam was in the lead, like always, with Denski right behind him. He walked down the center of the cells, eyes on me for a long moment before they found Micah. Denski kept going, coming for me. Apparently they hadn’t named another new captain yet.
“Captain,” Denski said, slowing by Hannon’s cell.
“Stop,” Govam said. The guards who’d been filing in slowed and then did as instructed, studying the cells to see what might have triggered Govam. By now they all knew that his word was law. To ignore it would be to die like all the others.
He joined Denski outside of Hannon’s cell, and I pushed closer to the bars.
“Who’s this?” Govam asked, his voice raised so everyone could hear. “I don’t know him.”
“Losing your faculties, Govam?” Vemar said in a bored voice. “He’s always been there. Ol’ fire crotch, we call him.”
“Ew,” Lucille said. “It’s not cute when you know there’s a dick hiding in that fire crotch. Kinda taints the palette.”
“Speaking of taint…” Vemar started laughing.
Govam glanced back at Micah, then to me, his eyes boring into mine, and turned to face me.
“Who is this?” he demanded. “Why wasn’t I alerted to his presence?”
“Are you under the impression I run this place or something?” I quirked an eyebrow at him.
His eyes narrowed.
“He’s in rough shape,” Denski said. “Should we get him up anyway?”
“No.” The words were out of my mouth before I knew I’d thought them. “As you said, he’s in no position to go. Leave him here.”
Govam tilted his head a little. He didn’t smile, his eyes didn’t twinkle, but I knew I’d revealed my hand.
“Get him up,” he said, still eying me. “He’s handsome—he’ll fetch a good price.”