Page 14 of The Gold Dragon Prince
I began by leaning back and grasping him so that I could flip him to his hands and knees. I didn’t know much about omegas and eggs, but I knew this way was better for them. It also gave me the most magnificent view of his round, pert ass. I couldn’t help but bend to kiss and worship it for a moment, licking at his hole as it dripped slick. I even poked my tongue inside to give him more pleasure.
My efforts bore fruit as Selle gasped and moaned, then spilled bursts of sweet, fragrant cum all over my coverlet. I would save this coverlet and bury my face in it to catch his scent in those moments when we couldn’t be together.
Not that I intended for there to be many of those.
“Are you ready, my sweet?” I asked him, positioning myself behind him.
“Yes, yes!” Selle shouted, as if already in the throes of breeding.
I chuckled, then lined up and pushed myself home within him. It took a dragon penis to complete the breeding process, and with a bit of a wince, I began the transformation, stretching and filling him. The pleasure doubled, then tripled, then drove me completely mad as magic joined with friction to fill my entire body with pleasure.
Selle gulped for breath and moaned, gripping my bedcovers tightly, but I was quickly past the point where I could control my actions. My soul was pure dragon, and in that moment, my dragon wanted to possess its mate completely. I wanted us to be one and for our passion to create new life.
I grabbed his hips hard enough to bruise and thrust hard and fast, my cock growing all the time and punishing the mouth of his womb, demanding it give me what I wanted. It was more than just a brutal, physical action, though. Our souls entwined, as if our shadow beings, our essential selves, were making the sweetest love. The pleasure of it was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but cry out.
Whether it was that cry or the blending of our souls or just force, my cockhead breeched the jealous mouth of Selle’s womb, prying it open. Selle made a sound of indescribable pleasure, and his body began to convulse.
I moved quickly, pulling out of him and climbing onto the bed to hold him open in my arms. His senses were overwhelmed and his body was limp and tense in turn as contractions pushed the new egg from his womb, down through his body, and out through the last barrier of his hole. I could tell from the pain that filtered through our bond when the egg was just about out, and fromthe burst of ecstasy that had my darling, courageous omega coming all over again as the egg slipped onto the coverlet between our legs.
“My good, wonderful mate,” I gasped against his ear, looking over his shoulder and down at the single, perfect, golden egg that rested between our thighs.
Selle’s head lolled, then he looked down as well. As soon as he saw the egg, he let out a cry and scrambled in my arms, reaching for it. I supported him, since his body was still trembling and weak from birthing the egg, as he scooped the egg up and clutched it against his chest.
“It’s so small,” he wept, joy and worry and confusion mingling within him and rushing, unfettered, through our bond. “Is something wrong with it? Is it supposed to be so small? Tovey’s eggs are so much bigger.”
“Nothing at all is wrong with it,” I said, reaching around and laying my hand on the egg as Selle stroked it. Touching it together was magical. I could feel the life within it pulsing with excitement. “We completed the breeding process quickly, so the egg is smaller. I believe your brother waited days before birthing his eggs.”
“He did, he did,” Selle said, weeping and sniffing, unable to take his eyes off his egg. “It’s just so beautiful. I…I don’t have words for it.”
“Beautiful is a perfect word,” I said, sighing happily. “You’ve done so well, my dearest one.”
“Did I?” Selle asked, glancing over his shoulder at me. “I didn’t know what I was doing. I still don’t know what I’m doing.” He gasped and his eyes went round as he looked from me to his egg and back again. “I don’t know how to incubate an egg! I don’t know how to raise a child. I’ve never been around children before.”
I chuckled and kissed his forehead, his cheek, and hislips. “We’ll learn together, my love. And I’m certain we’ll have a lot of help. You can raise our child along with your brother’s children.” And if what Emmerich had said about my dragon kin finding their fated mates with the other four omega princes was true, they would all be raising children together. “We should sleep now, darling,” I said.
Selle nodded and allowed me to stretch him out on the bed and cover him to keep him and the egg warm, but I wasn’t certain he’d actually heard me. He fell asleep quickly.
We sleptfor a few hours at least. Both of us, all of us, were exhausted from the breeding and birthing process, not to mention flying from the castle to my lair. Morning light streamed through the still-open window of my bedchamber when I did awake. I wasn’t certain I would have awakened at all if it wasn’t for the incessant knocking at my bedchamber door.
“What is it?” I snapped, annoyed that anyone would disturb the sanctity of me, my omega, and our egg.
“If you please, Your Highness,” the voice of my steward came through the door. I was about to tell him to go away when he followed with, “You must come at once. Ogres are attacking Lady Saoirse’s serfs!”
Chapter
Five
Selle
It was amazing. The whole thing, from the moment I’d gone into heat and Gildur had taken me into his arms to the moment I fell asleep with my arms around our egg, Gildur spooning me protectively, was absolutely amazing.
So many of the things Tovey had told us made sense to me now. The complete lack of logic that made me feel as though Gildur had always been the most central part of my life, even though I’d only just met him days ago. Going suddenly into heat because I’d met my fated mate. Conceiving almost instantly with that first union of our bodies. Everything having to do with the process of birthing an egg. They had just been stories Tovey told before, but now that I’d experienced it all, everything fitexactly into place.
For the first time in my life, I felt as ifIfit exactly into place. I belonged somewhere, in my dragon’s arms. I had family that extended beyond just my brothers. I still loved my brothers wholeheartedly and I always would, but I had Gildur now and our egg. A whisper at the back of my head said that I had Gildur’s dragon brothers as well, and probably a lot more family because of it.
I loved that feeling. I loved the warmth and safety of knowing I was loved and a part of something. Tovey had been heroic to return to us after meeting and mating with his dragon. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do the same. I didn’t want to do anything but stay with Gildur, cozy in our bed with our egg…which felt like it was sleeping now.
Curious. Did eggs sleep? Were they ever awake? Did they have thoughts and feelings? I would have to do so much research on the subject.
