“Are you done?” Faustus asked.
“We’re ready,” I said before any of the others could speak up.
“I’m sure you think you are.” Faustus chuckled as he led us to the middle of the field.
There were others around, but they stayed back. We weren’t in the normal training grounds I was used to being in, but one that felt more private. It wasn’t that big, but the practice dummies and displays of tools around clearly indicated this was used for training. But there was only one of each instead of rows of practice targets as in the other area. So it was clear the others here weren’t here to train but only to watch.
“A bit of a show?” I asked.
Faustus shrugged. “Everyone is curious. I am sure as we do more training, more will gather to learn what dragons are all about. Now, dragons, do your thing.”
“What thing?” Zilon asked.
“Become dragons.” Faustus said it like it was the most obvious thing.
Zilon, Philit, and Landers shared looks before slowly taking off their clothes. I gritted my teeth, hating that so many were watching while they got naked. At least the moment they were rid of the last piece of their clothing, they were already shifting, not giving anyone a chance to look at them.
All three of them grew massive and quickly filled the space. Suddenly, the training grounds felt too small, bereft of room.
I ignored the gasps and whispers breaking out as many of the Divines finally got an up close and personal look at the dragons. There were a few cries of fear, and even I could hear the thudding of their feet as they ran away.
My heart ached for them and for the very beings who should be their counterparts.
“Well, look at this handsome bunch.” Faustus managed to sound completely unimpressed as he spoke. “Rayna, dear, now it’s your turn. Get on that big one there.”
“On Landers?”
“Yes, on Landers.”
“Okay.”
The dragons blew out air from their noses, not happy with the situation, but at least they stayed put. As I moved to Landers, the other two moved so that they’d block the sight of as many of the Divines as they could.
“I need to see this,” Faustus said. “So be still.”
‘This is stupid,’ Landers said.
‘Behave,’ I said, somehow sounding tired.
Faustus followed as I got closer to Landers, and I could feel my three mates’ irritation and protective instincts growing.
‘I don’t want him near you while you get on,’ Philit said.
‘He has his reasons; let’s just play this out.’
‘Not when you’ll be so vulnerable,’ Zilon added.
I smiled, their words making me feel warm with their love. ‘I trust you guys will protect me while I’m in that state.’
That seemed to calm them down. Landers lowered himself to make it easier for me to climb up on him. As soon as I was in position, he responded, letting out a growl as his spine reacted, locking me in place and impaling me.
I screamed as an orgasm tore through me. I withered on top of him, unable to hold back my moan as my pussy clenched around the piece of him entering me. Even Landers was momentarily lost as our connection grew tenfold, and everything I’d numbly felt from him grew intense, his emotions feeling like my own.
He truly cared for me. Missed me. And hated the situation we were in. He felt conflicted, like he wanted to take care of me but didn’t know how. I understood too. Nowhere was safe, and what kind of life would we have if we ran away? Always moving and on the run without any funds.
Those options made him feel inadequate.
I rubbed the spike in front of me, sending him reassuring thoughts.