“Maybe I’m all out of fuck’s to give. I’ll go up there today and either survive or die. There’s no in-between. I’m leaving and I’m glad to be. I guess I’m just cutting ties.”
He nodded, scuffing the sandy grains we’d dragged in with his toe. “Perhaps that’s for the best.”
“Look, if I’m not ready yet, taking a beating from you won’t help any. I’m going out, I’ll wait for your cue and then I’ll do my part,” I said and then turned and walked away, not waiting for a response from him.
The show was everything I’d hoped it would be. Dragons wove through each other's flight paths above the arena, creating a tapestry of twists and turns. There were explosions and clouds of glitter, swooping through rings of fire lit by dragon breath, spiketails nailing targets with their spikes mid-flight, acid breath melting barriers of bright fabric and tearing through. It was perfect really. It was entertaining, skilful and firmly cemented the dragon riders as an almost inhuman superior race. I sat and watched and chewed popcorn just like any other audience member until the sun grew high in the sky.
It’s happening, Miazydar said.
What’s happening? The queen has become receptive?
There are men everywhere. They’re rushing around, spears at the ready. That Olongth fellow’s been in and out of the queen’s den all morning. He’s taken a black bag in there.
Maybe he’s taking her temperature or something? That’s what human women do when they want to get pregnant.
Something smells, feels wrong.
My fingers dug into the sand. You don’t have to stay. Come here. Mating with the queen surely isn’t that big a deal?
They’re coming here. Olongth has a blowpipe in his hands!
Go, Miazydar, now!
Instead, the most intense wave of sexual energy rolled over me. I went from kinda having fun with a garnish of simmering background nerves, to ready to fuck, right now. I gasped, scrambling to my feet as my cunt twitched, the beginnings of an orgasm spiking through my body. Keel appeared at my side like magic. My eyes raked down the muscular form encased in the skin-tight flight suit and I could see plainly that he was just as affected. My eyes were glued to the hard line of his erection. I knew exactly how it would feel going in, the warm burn of stretching pleasure, and how fast his hips would thrust, slamming his length into me.
He grabbed me by the shoulder and shoved me against the wall of the seating gallery, his legs tangling with mine as he pressed himself against me. My fingers clawed at his butt, trying to drag him that bit closer. “We have to go up,” he said, his breath hot on my lips.
“Right, right.” I tried to clear my head with a shake but it did little. Our fingers intertwined and I barely saw where he dragged me until we pulled up in front of Artor. I whimpered as I slid on the dragon’s back, the stretch between my thighs making my clit throb. I’m completely focused on the ache in my pelvis until the dragon pulled to a stop, hovering in midair. Keel turned to me, his grin as bright as the sun as we both got to our feet and took our positions on Artor’s spine.
He was pulling his punches now, the ‘blows’ little other than caresses that dragged across my body, my skin no less sensitive for the thick flight suit. I couldn’t defend myself because I couldn’t fight the urge inside me. It was huge and alien, foisted upon me and I shook within its grip. My brain remembered that I no longer wanted to do this with Keel, that I’d made my choice and it felt like the right one. But right now Keel was irrelevant, his was just a hard body that could give me what I needed.
Our bodies got closer, our attempts to mime fighting trailing away. Finally, his hands linked with mine and he drew me near, his lips ghosting just above mine, so I could taste his breath. “Time to jump, cadet,” he said. So I did. I heard his call for the pickup and a few seconds later I was caught and then brought up, deposited on the back of the next dragon.
The following few sequences were much the same, my partner and I pretending to fight while barely being able to keep our hands off each other. It occurred to me that we’re up so high and the angle is so bad that the audience won’t even see what we’re doing, anyway. It got a little sexually confusing when I was fighting a female rider at one point, evidently I’m not as vanilla as I thought I was, but then I’m jumping again and onto the next. Then I was deposited back on Artor’s back.
“Finally,” Keel said through the comms unit when I arrived. He moved in fast, not to attack but to pull me hard against him. His hand went to the zipper of my suit, something I’m academically aware I didn’t want, but the rising tide in my blood d
rowned it out.
My vision of him blinked in and out, exactly what I didn’t need at this height. I’m in a big dark cave, my blood was on fire and I’m storming up to the dark purple dragon before me. It shouldn’t be like this, matings are done slowly and with care, our necks should be entwined as I pump into a receptive mate. Instead, the dragon looks broken, her head hanging, her eyes glassy, her breath coming in hard pants.
Keel’s hand slid across my stomach, slowly moving down to where I needed him most. He chuckled when I widen my stance, making sure nothing would impede his process. “Needy, little cadet?” he purred.
I stop for a moment in front of the queen, her passivity throwing my instincts into chaos. Usually there was some sort of defiance, a clarion call for me to prove that I was worthy to be her mate. Instead, she just laid there, crumpled in on herself, not even able to rouse herself sufficiently to be mounted. But her scent, it told me lies about her receptivity, about how much she wanted me and I ached in response. I wanted to bury myself within her, ride those many waves of pleasure to their prolonged delicious conclusion.
“So wet,” Keel said, pulling his fingers from my pants to show me the evidence. “That’s what I’ve liked most about you, you’re always hot and ready to go. It’s gotten to the point I’m half hard every time I pick up my plasma spear. I’ll miss those fucks, you gasping into the padding on the walls as your tight little cunt milked my cock of everything I had.”
I’m moving over her, my jaws automatically closing over the back of her neck though there was no need to secure her. I had to shuffle her limbs into the correct pose as she seemed unable to do so herself. This should be enough to cut through any mating heat. We weren’t simple animals, to be overcome by instinct, disregarding the needs of our partners. To mate a queen is the greatest of privileges.
Keel flipped open his visor and licked away my residue from his fingers. “Time for one last jump.” And with that he shoved me from the side of his dragon, down into free fall.
My brain took an age to realise what was happened. My thoughts were like glue, focusing on whatever his hand was doing whilst I was in Miazydar’s head. “Pickup,” I stuttered as my limbs flailed in the air. How long had I been falling for? I needed to take some seconds off so I had time to be caught before I hit the ground. “Pickup in thirty,” I said.
“Pickup terminated,” Keya replied with a crackle.
Fuck! I thought, she’s insisting on the forty-second fall, no matter what.
“Pick up forty!” I shout, hoping I’m going to have enough damn time. The adrenalin washed the lust from my veins like a cold shower. I’m falling like a stone, not in any controlled way. I got my limbs under control with a determined yank, seeing the ground rushing towards me clearly.