Page 42 of The Diamond Dragon Prince
Diamant laughed as well and lunged after me, grasping me around the waist and tugging me back. “Oh no you don’t,” he said, shifting onto the bed and using his knees to wedge between mine. “You have something of mine inside you, and it’s coming out, whether you like it or not.”
My whole body went limp with acceptance for a moment. As frightening as the prospect of being a papa was and as huge of a change in my life as the egg represented, I was ready for it now.
Well, I didn’t think I would ever be completely ready for papahood, but I was more ready than I would have been.
“You can’t make me do anything,” I said all the same.
I was certain Diamant felt how desperately I wanted to feel him inside me through our bond. I pretended to fight him, squirming and struggling to get away as he braced himself on the bed, then gasped as he slipped his arms under me and yanked me upright, my back against his chest.
He shoved my legs apart as far as they would go using his knees, then with a heady combination of dexterity and force, he brought me right down onto his cock, impaling me with a single, hard thrust.
I cried out, not just with the sudden pain of being speared but with the intense shot of pleasure that filled me. My cock strained in front of me as I fought not to come until the moment was exactly right. I adored this sort of rough intimacy with my dragon and I hoped that we would have a lifetime of hot, intimate, ecstatic mating ahead of us.
“You are mine,” Diamant growled just behind my ear as his thrusts grew stronger and more insistent. “My omega, my egg, my own.”
I could feel him growing in me, the girth of his cock filling and stretching me beyond what I would have thought I could tolerate. I could feel the changes in him as that tiny but important transformation to dragon made me feel like he could tear me apart from the inside. My cries of pleasure turned into grunts of endurance as the most tender parts of me felt like they were being pried open.
Just as the pain began to grow unbearable, I started to come. Pleasure like nothing I’d felt before, stronger even than the breeding orgasm that had caused my beloved’s seed to take hold in me, washed through me. I cried out with it, coming so hard I thought I might turn my balls inside out. I fell into the abyss of that pleasure, swimming in it like I might lose my mind.
And then came the feeling of something large and heavy moving through me. A different sort of pleasure entirely filled me. I felt Diamant slip out of me, and as he left me, something followed him. The pain was excruciating, but mingled with the pleasure Diamant had given me it confused my brain. I cried out as the pain grew pitched, shaking and momentarily panicked that I would be torn apart, but the moment passed.
A burst of joy, lust, and possessiveness, crashed through me. They were Diamant’s emotions, but I wasn’t surewhere his started and mine ended. We were one, one heart, one soul, everything together. I knew in the most essential parts of my being that whatever we faced from now on, we would get through it together.
As the moment of perfection began to ebb, my body sagged back into Diamant’s embrace. I was limp, completely without energy to do anything. My head dropped forward in exhaustion, and for the briefest moment, I closed my eyes.
When I opened them, the diamond-bright surface of my egg, my child, glinted back at me. I felt the cheekiest swell of emotion from it, and I laughed.
“Are you sassing your papa already?” I panted, beyond tired.
“I wouldn’t put it past an egg of ours,” Diamant laughed with me.
He eased me back even as I reached for our egg, and when he lay me against the deliciously soft pillows at the head of our bed, he scooped up our egg and moved it into my embrace.
I groaned with longing as I held my baby close, pressing its warm, bright, and yet somehow also soft shell against my heart. My baby might have been as cheeky as its father, but it was also just as exhausted as I was.
“Rest now, baby,” I told it, curling in so I could kiss it over and over. “You were conceived and born in battle, and you deserve a rest before you need to join us fully and begin to fight your own battles.”
Diamant shifted the bedcovers around and slotted in behind me, making a cozy nest for all of us. I appreciated his efforts and fully intended to tease him about being the one to do all the nesting later.
“So you’ve made peace with the idea of being a papa?” he asked as he cuddled both of us from behind.
I made a noncommittal sound and dragged my eyes away from our egg to smile over my shoulder at him. “I don’t think I could ever be the sort of papa that Tovey or Selle are, or that I’m sure Misha will be, once his time comes. But I wouldn’t mind learning to be my own kind of papa,” I finished, looking at our egg again.
Diamant tightened his arms around me. “Whatever kind of papa you decide to be, I know you’ll be magnificent at it.” He kissed my bare shoulder. “And once you think the time is right, I would love for you to join the battle to make your father’s kingdom a better place.”
I jerked to look over my shoulder at him again. “You would allow me to continue to fight for Osric?”
Diamant laughed. “I don’t see how I could stop you. And to be honest, I want to fight, too. I’ve never felt the kind of purpose that I’ve felt battling by your side for what is right.”
I smiled, then twisted a bit more so I could kiss him. “I’ll make a warrior out of you yet,” I said, then settled comfortably into his embrace.
I closed my eyes, hugging my egg as Diamant hugged me, satisfied with the new life I’d set out on. It would be a life of adventure, that much was certain. My family and I would love every moment of it.
Epilogue
Rumors that a challenger to King Freslik’s throne had risen up along the western frontier of the kingdom spread like wildfire. Hope began to sparkle among the peasants of the kingdom as the lineage of Osric, King Freslik’s own nephew, was whispered from village to village. For the first time in a generation, people had hope that things might get better.
In the castle itself, King Freslik stomped around, raging at his councilors and abusing his guards.
