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Chapter 49: An Afternoon of Being Spoiled
The massage plinth was already prepared and by the time Dginnie returned from choosing the products she wanted to try after Halven introduced them to her. Dginnie had taken off her clothes in what Halven said was the changing area of the bathroom, where she could hang her clothes up and wrap herself in a big fluffy towel.
The towel smelled lovely. Like something that reminded her of marigolds and roses.
Dginnie couldn't help feeling a bit self conscious at wearing nothing but a big towel. She held onto it in case she tripped or had a mishap that would accidentally tear her last piece of cover away.
"Would you like a bath first?" Halven asked. "Or would you like to move straight to seeing my grooming skills first hand? I will admit I am a little nervous that everything I studied and learnt is about to be put to the test."
Dginnie shook her head to the bath. She wasn't dirty. She just wanted to lie down and enjoy experiencing what it might be like to be thoroughly pampered.
"I'm sure you'll do a great job," she reassured Halven who was rubbing his hands. "I believe in you and your abilities. And even if it's not the best, we'll learn together."
Halven smiled at that and led her over to the massage plinth.
The plinth stood in a quiet corner of the bathing area, covered with soft towels and a warm blanket. A selection of hair products had been arranged nearby, along with bowls, brushes and other grooming tools.
Dginnie looked at the plinth.
Then she looked at Halven.
"That's rather tall."
"It needs to be at a suitable working height."
"I see."
She approached it, considered the distance between the floor and the padded surface, and tried to work out how she was supposed to climb onto it with losing any dignity.
Kael, who had been arranging the towels, turned just in time to see her contemplating the problem.
His ears twitched.
"Would you like some help?"
Dginnie gave him a pleading look.
"Please."
He pressed his lips together.
Halven looked away, but not quickly enough to hide the amusement in his eyes.
"I apologise," he said. "I should have thought to provide a step."
"You should have thought to provide a ladder," Dginnie muttered.
Kael offered her his hands and helped her climb onto the plinth. Once she was settled, Halven arranged the towel around her so that she was covered comfortably.
Neither man rushed her.
They explained what they intended to do and checked that she was happy with the arrangement before beginning.
Before adjusting the plinth, Halven warned her that it was going to reconfigure itself into a chair like shape.
"Why didn't you do that earlier so I didn't have to be helped up like a child?" Dginnie complained. "You could have let me really sit in a chair and then raised the height, maintaining the dignity of my station."
"I just wanted to see how you would react," Halven chuckled, guiding the plinth as it reconfigured itself into a hairdresser's chair, with a padded half moon headrest hanging over a basin where a shower head on a hose was located.
Dginnie had been to hairdressers and beauty salons before, but she had never experienced anything quite like this.
There was no appointment running late, no queue of customers waiting, no feeling that she ought to hurry because someone else needed the chair or was impatiently waiting their turn.
There was simply a warm room, soft towels, pleasant scents, and two men who seemed determined to make sure she was comfortable.
Halven began with her hair.
He adjusted the water temperature and asked her opinion on how warm she wanted it before wetting her hair. Then he began explaining the products he had selected.
"This first treatment is intended to help with moisture retention. Your hair has been exposed to a fair amount of stress, and I thought it might benefit from a little extra care. It's also gentle on the scalp, reducing irritation and dandruff."
Dginnie lay back while he carefully worked the treatment through her hair.
He used slow, methodical movements, making sure the product reached the scalp without tugging at her hair. His fingers moved in gentle circles, and she found herself closing her eyes almost immediately at the feel of someone who knew how to give a good head massage.
"Is the pressure alright?"
"Mm-hm."
"That sounded encouraging, but not especially informative."
She opened one eye.
"It's lovely."
"Good."
He continued.
As he worked, he explained what each product did and why he was using it. He told her which treatments were suitable for regular use, which were better used occasionally, and which combinations she should avoid.
Dginnie had never thought she would find a lecture about hair care relaxing.
Yet Halven managed it.
He spoke calmly, without overwhelming her with unnecessary information. When she asked a question, he answered it. When her replies became shorter, he allowed the conversation to drift into silence.
Meanwhile, Kael had settled himself near her feet which were dangling off a slope at the other end of the reconfigured plinth-chair.
He began by washing and soaking them, then moved on to nail care and exfoliation. His hands were warm and steady, and he seemed to know exactly how much pressure to use. He gauged his strength by the twitch or relaxation of her toes.
Dginnie had not realised how tense her feet were until he started working on them.
She made a small sound of relief.
Kael glanced up.
"Good?"
"Very. Don't stop. Please."
He smiled and continued.
He did not try to compete with Halven for her attention. Rather, he seemed content to let Halven lead the conversation and hold onto her attention while he concentrated on what he was doing.
Dginnie appreciated that more than she could explain.
She was not being asked to divide her attention equally between them. She did not have to reassure either man every few minutes. They were simply taking care of her, each in his own way.
So this was what being pampered was like.
When Halven finished washing her hair, he wrapped it in a soft towel and helped her settle comfortably again.
"Would you like a facial next?"
Dginnie nodded.
"Yes, please."
"And Kael can continue with your hands and arms, if you're comfortable with that."
"Of course."
Halven checked the temperature of the products before applying them. He explained what each one was for, then began a gentle facial massage.
Kael moved to her hands, tending to her nails before working carefully over her fingers, palms and wrists.
Dginnie had never been particularly good at letting other people do things for her.
She was accustomed to solving problems herself, looking after her own needs and trying not to become a burden. Even when she was exhausted, she usually tried to finish one more task before allowing herself to rest.
Now there was nothing she needed to accomplish.
She did not have to earn the attention.
She did not have to be useful.
She could simply lie there and enjoy it.
The realisation was almost more relaxing than the massage.
Halven asked before moving on to each new treatment. Kael did the same whenever he needed to change position or work on a different part of her body.
Dginnie found that she trusted them more with every passing minute, feeling as if she were slowly turning into a limp mound of jelly.
When they were ready to work on her back and shoulders, they explained that she would need to turn over.
The plinth was reconfigured once more, back into the flat bed surface it had been before its transformation into a chair. As a bed, there was a hold into which she could put her face so that she could relax and breathe.
She was so relaxed by then that she needed a moment to gather herself before rolling onto her front.
Kael helped her turn carefully, keeping the towel in place.
Halven adjusted the pillows.
"Comfortable?"
"Very."
"Anything hurting?"
"No."
"Then we'll continue."
The two men worked together with an easy rhythm. Halven concentrated on her neck and shoulders, while Kael worked carefully along her back and the backs of her legs. They coordinated their movements without needing to speak much, occasionally checking with one another before changing what they were doing.
Dginnie drifted in and out of awareness.
She could hear their voices, low and calm, discussing whether she needed another pillow or whether the room should be made a little warmer.
She felt the pressure of their hands, the softness of the towels, and the pleasant scent of the products.
Her thoughts became increasingly vague.
At some point, she began dreaming.
She was back on Earth, at some luxurious day spa where handsome men had apparently decided that pampering her was the most important task in the world.
They had the healthy body shapes of life savers or serious gym addicts. Their sculpted muscles and handsome faces were a pleasure to behold. Their large and hot hands used the perfect pressure to relieve her muscle tension of their burdens.
In the dream, she was exceptionally popular and the men crowded around to obtain a single word of praise or a touch of her hand to their chest.
It was a very pleasant dream.
In reality, Halven and Kael were becoming increasingly pleased with the way she was relaxing under their care. They could smell the subtle changes in her scent, and both recognised that she was becoming more comfortable with them.
They were encouraged.
So when they asked if she would like them to also see to her more sensitive areas, they were pleased to receive soft assent.
In her dream, Dginnie was very well taken care of the hot men and their hands. She didn't mind their touch in her erogenous zones, often feeling a dangerous tingle sparkle down her spine and cause her skin to perk more tightly. It made her gasp and tremble until she came shuddering from their combined ministrations.
How wonderful.
She had never dared to allow herself to have such hot spring dreams before, but she wasn't on Earth anymore. Here, they would probably be happy if she did collect a harem of beastmen.
But a dream was a dream and reality was reality. Dginnie didn't dare allow herself to completely drop her bottom line. She didn't want to become a dirty scumbag who played with people's feelings.
One could indulge in a dream for a moment, but a girl had to know when to stop.
So when she heard them gently check whether she wanted to continue with any more intimate grooming, Dginnie gave a sleepy smile without opening her eyes, then frowned and waved a hand in their general direction.
"Sleepy," she mumbled. "Let me sleep."
Both men stopped immediately, their eyes softening. They began cleaning her up and wiping away excess massage oil.
"Of course," Halven said softly.
Kael drew the towel securely around her.
They had hoped to make further progress in helping her become comfortable with their affection, but neither was going to mistake her drowsiness for an invitation to do more.
Dginnie was exhausted.
She had spent the last week stressing over visiting Kael's family, then a few days rushing through academic work, preparing for registration and moving into a new home. Now she had been given an afternoon of uninterrupted care, and her body had decided that it had waited long enough for a proper rest.
Kael looked at Halven.
Halven nodded.
Together, they carried her to the enormous bed.
They settled her beneath the blankets, making sure she was warm and comfortable. Halven took care of the remaining towels and used the facilities to clean up the grooming area, while Kael stayed beside her until she was settled.
After making sure she was sleeping comfortably, they quietly arranged to take turns checking on her while they cleaned themselves up and lay in the bed beside her, enjoying being able to remain in proximity to her. While she slept, the beastmen discussed in soft voices the plan for moving forwards with the mating rituals and helping prepare her for intimacy. They discussed boundaries and how they should coordinate with each other.
After a short nap, they got up to prepare dinner.
Dginnie slept for hours.
When she finally woke, the room was dim with evening light.
For several seconds, she could not remember where she was or how she had gotten here.
Then she noticed the unfamiliar ceiling, the soft bedding and the comforting floral scent of... of... ah, yes, sweet boran blue. She wished she could drink in this scent. It was so lovely.
She sat up slowly.
Her body felt wonderful.
Not merely rested, but loose and comfortable in a way she could barely remember experiencing. Her shoulders were no longer tight. Her legs felt lighter. Even her hands seemed softer.
She touched her hair.
It was astonishingly soft and smooth.
She climbed out of bed, still wrapped in towels and went into the bathroom.
The mirror confirmed what she had felt. Her hair looked healthy and glossy, her skin was soft, and her nails had been carefully cleaned and polished. With just one brush of her hair, it fell in glossy waves she had never expected herself to have. It was like looking at a hair model from the television advertisements come to life.
Dginnie tossed her hair back and grinned at herself in the mirror.
She looked at the rest of herself for a long moment.
Then she smiled.
That had been one of the best afternoons she could remember.
She had spent so much of her life trying to make ends meet that she rarely had the time or money to indulge herself. Even when she could afford a small treat, she often felt she ought to spend the money on something more useful.
Today, two men had spent hours making sure she felt comfortable, cared for and beautiful.
And neither had asked her to do anything in return.
She felt a little embarrassed when she realised that she had apparently fallen asleep during the whole affair and may have had a little wet spring dream. She hoped she hadn't made any embarrassing noises in the waking world. She was even more embarrassed to discover that she had been tucked into bed without her clothes, although she had been carefully wrapped in towels when she woke.
She remembered being covered by the quilt before she fell asleep.
They had treated her with such consideration that she could not bring herself to feel frightened or uncomfortable about it.
Instead, she felt touched.
A delicious smell drifted into the room.
Her stomach growled.
Dginnie laughed at herself and after freshening herself up and getting dressed, followed the smell out of the bathroom.
She found the men in the shared bedroom, where a small dining table had been set up. Both were wearing wrap around aprons that looked somewhat like dresses from a distance while they were arranging the dishes on the table.
Kael turned first.
"Look who's awake."
Dginnie stopped in the doorway.
"Did you cook?"
"We did," Halven replied.
"Both of you?"
Kael gave her an offended look.
"I am capable of cooking."
"I know you are. I'm just surprised you didn't take advantage of the cooking robot now that we have one."
"We had plenty of time while you were sleeping."
She approached the table.
The meal was beautiful. It had been prepared using fresh vegetables and herbs from the grounds, along with meat and other ingredients they had brought in. There were several dishes, all carefully prepared and arranged.
Dginnie tasted the first one.
Then she looked at the men.
"This is wonderful."
Kael grinned.
"Better than nutrient paste?"
"Almost anything is better than the nutrient paste."
Halven laughed.
They encouraged her to try everything, explaining which ingredients had come from their own garden and how they had prepared the dishes. Dginnie found herself asking questions between mouthfuls and allowing herself to be fed by her two favourite men. Her about to be matebonded mates, if she could bring herself to believe the completed registration papers.
The meal was delicious.
The dessert was even better.
It was a warm fruit dish with a crisp, golden top, served with a generous portion of cold cream that reminded her of ice cream.
She took one bite and closed her eyes.
"This is amazing."
"We thought you might like it," Halven said.
"I love it."
She finished her serving and seriously considered asking for another, but her stomach was already full.
Kael noticed her looking at the remaining dessert.
"You can have more later."
"I might."
"You say that as though someone is going to confiscate it."
"I've lived with people who finish things before I get back to them."
Both men looked at her.
She realised what she had said and shrugged.
"It happens."
Halven quietly made a note to ensure that the household's food arrangements were never a source of worry for her.
After dinner, the robot cleared the dishes while the three of them settled comfortably around the table.
Halven asked how she had enjoyed the day.
Dginnie looked from him to Kael.
"You were both wonderful. I can't remember the last time I felt so relaxed. My hair feels amazing, my skin feels amazing, and I think my shoulders have finally forgiven me for all the studying."
Kael smiled.
"You seemed to enjoy yourself."
"I did! I almost want the whole package every day."
"Every day?" Kael asked.
"Perhaps not every day. But regularly."
Halven looked pleased.
"That we can arrange."
Dginnie laughed.
"I was joking."
"I wasn't."
She looked at him.
He was smiling, but he meant it.
Something in her chest softened.
"Thank you, Halven."
He held her gaze.
"You're welcome, Dginnie."
After a moment, he asked, "Would you be comfortable with a kiss?"
Dginnie blinked.
He had asked so plainly that she could not mistake what he meant.
She considered it.
Then she smiled.
"Yes."
Halven leaned forward slowly enough for her to change her mind, and kissed her on the lips gently.
It was brief, affectionate and rather sweet.
When he drew back, Dginnie found herself smiling at him.
Kael watched them with a mixture of tenderness and longing. He had known this would happen. He had wanted Dginnie to have the chance to become close to Halven, and he knew that the household would be stronger if she could trust both men.
Still, seeing her smile at someone else in that particular way tugged at his instincts, stirring some jealousy.
Dginnie noticed.
She reached for his hand.
"Your turn."
Kael's ears lifted.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, you silly snow leopard."
He kissed her, and she returned it with enough enthusiasm to make him forget his earlier discomfort.
When he drew back, she was laughing.
"Happy?"
"Very."
Halven looked amused.
"Would either of you object to a little cuddling?"
Dginnie shook her head.
"No."
The robot finished clearing the table and quietly withdrew. The three of them settled together, with Dginnie sitting comfortably between the men, their arms around her. She went from kissing them one by one, to being pulled onto their laps one at a time or repositioned on her seat for better access while they kissed. The kisses grew deeper and longer.
It did not take long for her to discover that neither man was wearing anything beneath his apron.
She realised this when Kael shifted, and the apron moved in a way that made the situation rather obvious.
Dginnie went very still.
Then she looked at Halven. She covered her eyes in a hurry.
He raised his eyebrows.
"Is something wrong?"
"You know perfectly well what's wrong."
Kael started laughing.
Dginnie covered her face.
"You two!"
"We're wearing aprons," Kael pointed out.
"Wait. Are those aprons all you guys, I mean, you beasts are wearing? That is not the same thing as wearing clothes!"
"It is a form of clothing."
"Kael! You're making me want to undress you."
"Then by all means, undress me."
Halven was laughing now too.
Dginnie tried to look stern, but the sight of two handsome men sitting beside her in matching aprons with little tents in their laps was too ridiculous.
She started laughing as well.
The laughter eased the last of her embarrassment.
"You can call 'barley' at anytime," Kael said, reminding her and Halven of her safe word.
"Alright," Dginnie said."
When Kael offered his hand again, she took it without hesitation, placing his hand around her waist. When Halven drew her onto his lap, she settled there comfortably. They kissed her gently, taking turns and giving her time to become accustomed to the affection.
The apron strings were pulled loose. The aprons were discarded, revealing both men in all their shameless glory.
And when they asked permission to undress her, she stopped them with teasing kisses and a naughty hand, making her beastmen, shiver beneath her touch.
She was surprised by how safe she felt and how easily she affected them.
She had worried that accepting Halven would somehow diminish what she had with Kael, or that being close to both men would leave her confused and uncomfortable.
Instead, she found that each relationship had its own warmth.
Kael was familiar, playful and easy to tease. Halven was attentive and thoughtful, with a quiet patience that made her feel she could approach him without fear of disappointing him.
They were different.
She liked them for different reasons.
And neither man seemed to expect her to choose one kind of affection over the other.
Dginnie kissed Halven again, this time because she wanted to.
His expression softened in a way she had not seen before.
Then she turned towards Kael and kissed him too.
For a little while, there was no need to talk about laws, responsibilities, protection or the future. There was only the comfort of being held, the warmth of their kisses, and the growing certainty that she could trust them to listen when she spoke.
The men were plainly aroused by her affection, but neither hurried her or tried to turn her willingness to kiss into permission for anything further.
Eventually, Halven asked whether she would like to move to the bed.
Dginnie looked towards the enormous bed, then back at the two men who very clearly wanted to do more than hug, cuddle and kiss.
She could have said no, but she didn't really want to. After all, the mating would have to happen sooner or later. It was all a matter of when she wanted to, and she felt that now wasn't such a bad idea. In fact, now felt like a rather natural progression.
They had shown her that she could ask for space, refuse a suggestion, or change her mind without losing their affection. They had stopped when she became too sleepy to continue earlier, and they had looked after her without demanding anything in return.
She was not agreeing because she owed them.
She was not agreeing because she feared what might happen if she refused.
She was agreeing because she wanted to find out what it might be like to become closer to them.
"Yes," she said. Then, feeling a little braver, she added, "But slowly."
Kael kissed her forehead.
"Of course."
Halven offered her his hand.
"We will follow your lead."
"Then," Dginnie took a deep breath to try and settle her nerves. "Then you both have permission to undress me now."
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Chapter 50: Matebond with the Dragon
The beastmen gradually drew her over toward the bed, taking turns in helping her remove one article of clothing at a time while they continued caressing and kissing her, leaving them scattered behind them on the ground where the busy little housekeeper robot picked them up and took them away to be laundered.
Gradually, her attention was more and more taken up by the demanding dragon as the snow leopard retreated. Halven's scent of scorched earth and deep water filled her senses. As he kissed, he hummed a tune that sang in her ears like a melodic wind, beckoning her to come. His big and warm hands lit little fires beneath her skin that Dginnie didn't know what to do with.
In his song she heard the joy of flight and the dancing of dragons upon the thermal airstreams, crying out their delight in the companionship and partnership.
Her hands roamed the firm flesh and examined the rise and fall of toned muscles, feeling the sensation of toned and healthy muscle beneath smooth but slightly scaled skin. The light rippled on the scales which protruded a little more when she ran her nails over the scales and playfully tried to scrape them backwards. A hissing groan came from above her head and kisses fell hot and heavy on her lips, then her face, her neck, trailing down past her collarbones.
Her murmured something in his own draconic language that made her tingle with delight at the beautiful sounds he made.
"Say it again."
Halven obliged.
"Again. I love hearing you speak in your own language," Dginnie breathed, trying to catch her breath during the brief respite. "It's so beautiful."
Halven said more things to her in his own language, making Dginnie rain kisses on him just like he had been doing to her moments ago.
"What does it mean?"
"My song, my fire, my love for my mate," Halven gasped at the sensations as he sang. "My hearth, my stone, my nest for my mate. By fire, by water, by rock foundations below, my love, my heart, has chosen my mate."
Dginnie kissed him passionately, entangling her tongue with his, feeling how a rather large thing was resting between her legs below. She could feel its throbbing heat, slipping and sliding between her thighs every now and then.
After a while, gathering her mushy thoughts, she replied to him.
"On the air, I heard a song and I felt the mountains tremble. Across the water, scales glinted, my mate was calling me. With nervous hands and heart, my feet toward him stumble. No longer seeing the beast outside, but the mate who will defend me."
"Ah," Halven moaned into her neck, sending ticklish shivers down her back. "My mate is a dragoness in the making."
He kissed her passionately and reverently.
"Dragoness, matebond with me."
"Halven," Dginnie began but lost track of what she was going to say. All she could do was call his name for a long moment as she lost the ability to think or say anything else.
"Give me permission. Matebond with me, queen of the nest. Call me your mate. Allow me to touch you. Please."
"Halven. Mate," Dginnie panted in between breaths. "Touch me. Prepare me."
Halven carefully repositioned her, making sure she was comfortable as his hands went into motion, teasing, exploring, stretching open that which had previously not known light.
For Dginnie, she felt it was like going on an adventure from mountain to valley to caverns deep and dark. She was led and guided on her journey, moving from stretching and growing pains, joys and sorrows, all stuffed into this long and intensive moment. How long it lasted, she didn't even know.
Her dragon taught her how to dance for him on his fingers and she learned to moan his name into his mouth. And when she was tired, he allowed her to rest, before slowly stirring her up again, calling her name and singing to her in his own language.
Over and over, the whispered request echoed in her ears with a lilting refrain.
"Matebond with me."
After an especially rocket like ride into the stratosphere, Dginnie leaned against him panting, their breaths entwining.
"Dragon mate," she said, making her mind up and deciding to take the plunge, "Halven, you can come in. Matebond with me."
There was a draconic roar that made her gasp and the unfurling of leathery wings which after two flaps, retreated and disappeared.
Halven hugged her tightly.
"In the matebond, I will be biting the back of your neck hard enough to draw blodd. It will hurt, but I will try not to prolong it too much. Understand?"
"I understand."
"Are you still willing to continue? Still willing to let me in? Still want to matebond with me?"
"Halven, I trust you," Dginnie said. "Bite me. Mark me. Mate with me. Make me yours. Matebond with me. Be my first mate."
"Your wish is my command, my dragoness."
It wasn't as painful as Dginnie had expected. It was uncomfortable at first but Halven had already prepared her so well that, well... She discovered enjoyed it.
At least, she did at first.
He sang to her and she replied to him when she could find the breathe for it. With each reply, he moved deeper until she thought that was as deep as he could go. But he moved her hands to touch the base of his manhood and she realised that he wasn't even halfway in yet.
Dginnie took in a shocked breath.
"Don't worry," Halven told her. "I'll go slowly. Don't be afraid."
He moved slowly and gently, singing, "Matebond with me," as he slowly thrust in and out, with each thrust going a little deeper.
Dginnie could feel her abdomen being filled with the length and breadth of him, reaching into distant corners that twitched as they attempted to accommodate him.
"You - you can't make it any smaller?" she whimpered to Halven as he moved gently but surely deeper within.
"This is as small as I can make it," he apologised, kissing her. "Don't worry. We're almost there. Soon you'll have the feel of me imprinted into you forever. You'll bear my eggs, rear my young and be the queen of my nest forever. My wonderful mate, please enjoy the treatment of a dragon queen and bear with me a little longer."
The slap of something heavy swinging and slapping her made Dginnie jolt as if she'd been shocked with electricity when she thought there would be no end to this strange and slow invasion. She didn't think she would take anymore, but the slap woke her up, with a squeal of surprise.
"I'm in," whispered a breathless voice in her ear, waiting for her to finish adjusting around his enormous girth and length. "Are you ready to become my queen?"
"Wait! Not yet!" Dginnie cried. "Don't move. You're too big. It's uncomfortable and..."
She screamed when Halven suddenly withdrew.
"Is that better?"
"Dragon balls," she gasped from the shock and panic.
"Dragon balls. I have them," Halven smiled down at her, pecking her with kisses.
He hadn't fully withdrawn, but it was at least comfortable enough that Dginnie felt she could breathe again.
"Do you want them?"
Dginnie needed a few moments to catch her breath while she blushed.
"Do you want my dragon balls?" Halven asked again, smirking, moving a little in and out, making her moan.
"Yes," Dginnie said and then shouted breathlessly while he teased her. "Yes! I want your dragon balls."
There was a sudden inrushing, leaving her short of breath and too full to make a single sound. The dragon balls slapped her heavily again, making her squeal once more.
When she could breathe, she whined.
"Halven, you're so wicked."
"I never said I was wasn't," he smiled, pulling out so slowly that she couldn't help moaning as she felt every ridge and vein move through her. He teased her and moved at different speeds until he found one that she could keep up with.
"You're such a tease. Stop it. It tickles. Move faster."
"That's the way, dragoness. Don't give up. You can keep going. Don't come now. Hold it in. We're no where near ready to finish yet."
"This is torture," Dginnie groaned, trying to match his rhythm and speed. "I can't anymore. I'm going to come."
"Come now and we'll have to start all over again," Halven warned her with a teasing grin, sweeping her hair out of her face.
"No way! I can hold it. I can..."
Dginnie's body shuddered and she squirted as her eyes rolled up and she shook, contracting around him while he continued to move inside her like an inexorable pendulum.
"Oh, my little dragoness. It looks like you need more training."
As time wore on and she gradually grew more exhausted, Halven moved more slowly and ponderously. Unexpectedly, it made Dginnie come twice as quickly and twice as many times, especially when his dragon balls were 'given' to her with a slap.
"Do you feel me inside you?" Halven asked, while he teased his tired mate, stirring inside her. Would you like some help? A little incentive?"
"Yes?" Dginnie moaned. "Please."
"Guess what kind of dragon I am."
"Huh?"
"There are many kinds of dragons in the world. We are all affiliated with various elements. Guess which is mine."
"I smelled fire on you," Dginnie said, trying not to moan, "but I don't think it's solely fire."
Halven chuckled.
"Keep going."
"I also smelled deep water on you, but I don't think you're a water dragon."
"Good dragoness. Keep guessing."
"Your scales also shine in an otherworldly way, but I don't think you're a light dragon exactly."
As she spoke, she could feel him shifting behind her and moving a little faster as he became more excited
"So a place where fire, water and light all meet? In a storm. You're a storm dragon and probably can control lightning," Dginnie said.
Halven paused.
"I truly underestimated you. You guessed right so quickly. How are you so clever? My little dragoness, I'm going to reposition you. From now on, the mating is going to become faster, stronger and more intensive. Up until now has been preparing you for the real thing. If you can't keep up and you get tired, it's ok. You can relax. Try to relax. You'll enjoy it more this way. And at my climax, I'm going to bite you. Don't be scared. So your best and try to come with me. The matebond will be deeper and stronger than way. Do you accept?"
Dginnie took a deep breath.
"Wait. Let me catch my breath first," she whispered, holding up a hand.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Fell asleep.
He was getting to the most important part and his mate fell asleep.
Who could this dragon complain to?
Who could understand the pain while he waited for his beloved mate to wake up and let him finish the process? The wait was agony.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
He almost couldn't bear it anymore.
What if his mate didn't want to complete the process after she woke up? What if she left him hanging like this for the rest of the night?
The hours had never felt so long.
Unable to do much more, not wanting to do anything she wasn't ready for, and with a deep sigh, Halven began to slowly pull himself back out, trying not to wake her. But before he could fully free himself, a little hand caught him by the root, sending a shudder of shock through him, nearly making him explode there and then.
"Wait. It's alright," said the sleepy voice of his mate. "I'm awake now. I'm ready. You can go ahead."
Awake.
His mate had woken up.
His wonderful mate had woken up and told him that he could finish the process.
He was so touched.
"Then I'll have to turn you over," he said softly, helping her roll over while he remained in her, feeling the strange sensation of her body turning over and rotating around him, sending slivers of pleasure shooting from his balls to the top of his head. Once she was on her stomach, he lifted her pelvis and made sure to brush her hair away from her neck.
"Dginnie, I'm starting."
"Go ahead," was the muffled reply. "Matebond with me."
That sent his blood pressure soaring and the song he had sung earlier surged within him again.
Gradually, he sped up and used a bit more force and a bit more force again. Every time his balls slapped her, he allowed a static shock amount of electrical energy to discharge.
Dginnie felt like she was flying. Soaring. This was completely different from before. The dragon moved in her smooth and free. The rhythmic slap of his balls and static shocks gradually built up inside her as if she were becoming a pressure cooker, the sensation building up into a roiling boil. He was moving faster and faster, using more force as he jackhammered deep into the depth of her body where his tip kept stimulating a certain sensitive part of her body repeatedly until tit became the neverending sensation of the sweet spot triggering her muscles into responding, sending her up into the heights.
As everything began to culminate toward a single point of light and the shocks grew stronger, causing her body to contract around him to the beat of his rhythm without her having to do anything, she heard his warning call and cried out when they both reached the climax together.
His spray inside her was so strong and long that she felt she was about to be jet propulsed off and away from where he had impaled her and was pumping his seed directly into her womb. He had needed to hold her down and in place.
A sharp pain came from the back of her neck and she hissed at the sensation of sharp teeth breaking skin. She felt him suck on her wounds, drinking a small amount of her blood.
And then, in her mind, it was as if a creaky door had been carefully pried open followed by the full force of Halven's draconic jubilation slamming the the door wide, making her hiss once again at the pain.
'MATE! CAN YOU HEAR ME? THE MATEBOND IS COMPLETE. YOU ARE MINE AND I AM YOURS.'
Dginnie couldn't reply. Her mind was spinning and ears were ringing. She could feel him moving in her and pumping her abdomen full of his seed, until she had a sensation of fullness.
"Dginnie? Mate? Are you alright?"
The shouting and ringing in her head finally ceased when her first matebound mate finally remembered to use his voice and stopped hollering in her mind.
"Dginnie?"
There was the distant chime of a medical scanner.
"Professor Halven, she is suffering from a mild form of mind shock. How loudly did you shout in her mind when you completed the matebond?" a crisp and unfamiliar voice with an antiseptic scent wafted through the air.
"Uh, I may have gotten a little overexcited," Halven muttered in a low voice.
"Don't use the matebond to communicate with her anymore. She may still need a little time to recover from the shock of the matebond as well as the shock you gave her mind. Please be gentle as you bring the initial mating session to a conclusion. Please move slowly and gently, without shocking her further. As things settle down, she will come back to her senses."
"Understood."
Dginnie had a strange dream. She was full, but she couldn't rest. Somebody insisted on giving her a full body massage inside and out, which was nice, but she really just wanted to rest. Having the big snake inside her and moving so nailbitingly slowly was also an irritating itch she couldn't stop or ignore. It made her more and more aware of the fires that her mate was purposely lighting all over her body. She thought that the pumping had stopped but every now and then, she could feel it was actually still continuing to discharge with every long and slow stroke of the snake throbbing in her body.
It was like she was on an excuting adventure ride she couldn't get off. She was being forced to endure the gradual and boring climbs and the thrilling drops, plummeting to the depths. She just didn't know if or when the ride would ever end.
Somebody fed her food and drinks, but she wasn't with it enough to know what was going on. All she could concentrate on was fighting with the wrthing snake that was determined to pleasure her to death and back again.
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The next day, Dginnie opened her eyes to find herself comfortable ensconced in Halven's arms. When she stirred, she felt him move in her and the slow pumping of still more seed into her womb. She glanced down at her roundabout abdomen and wondered if she was already pregnant. Was he still not done?
Her entire body ached and she wasn't sure she ever wanted to go through a mating like this ever again.
His arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her in place as he continue to sleepily move in her.
There was a soft kiss on the cheek and a fluffy tail tickled where she had been hugging it between her breasts.
"He's still not done?" Dginnie asked her snow leopard in a lethargic manner.
"Apparently, he won't and can't pull out until the matebond confirms that that an egg has been fertilised," Kael whispered. "None of us, including him or the medical staff expected this to happen. It only happens with strongly matebonded dragon pairs, as far as the dragons can tell us when we called for help and couldn't get him off you. It has never happened with a dragon-human matebond before. This is the first time. After the matebonding, when he said he was planning finish up, he went into what the dragons called a post coital daze and stopped responding to us."
"And he said that dragons had great self-control. I'm so tired," Dginnie whispered, catching the teasing tail tip that was tickling a nipple. "How long has it been now?"
"Eight hours," Kael said, stroking her cheek. "It seems that even dragons must sometimes surrender to biology. My mate is a very strong female to have endured this much."
"Eight hours? Will I be dead by the time he's done? Will my stomach burst open? Look how big it is now. Just how much sperm does he need to fertilise an egg? This is overkill."
"Of course not," Kael gave a whispery laugh. "But according to the dragons, you can help it along and finish it sooner."
"I can? What should I do?"
"The dragons we asked for help theorise that Halven incubating your womb like this shows the depths of his feelings for you. It is possible that your egg is rejecting his sperm or is so strong that it's holding out very well against him. In order to help with the fertilisation, they have recommended that you initiate action and show your love and try to meet the strength of his love for you."
"That is so not scientifically sound," Dginnie grumbled. "We're already joined at the hips and ejaculating. What more do they want me to do?"
"Dragons are huge, as you know. Their sperm reserves are not low."
She tried to pull her body away but the arms around her waist tightened, causing Halven snap back into place with a force that made her wince. His balls swung to and fro, lightly stimulating her and making her moan gently.
Moving on him made her moan more and was answered by a growl behind her.
Teeth bit into the back of her neck once more, making her want to howl as they held her in place. He was biting considerably harder than he had during the matebonding.
"Basically, he's not satisfied," Kael told her. "You have to satisfy him in order to get him to let you go."
"I don't know how to satisfy him," Dginnie gasped, experimenting with moving pelvis until she felt the man behind her behind moving more vigorously.
"Just keep doing that," Kael told her. "I'll help you as well if you want?"
Dginnie refused at first, but then agreed through gritted teeth. She wanted this to be over and done with.
Kael kissed and his hands teased her, encouraging her on while she began to move against the dragon and meet with his increasingly invigorating movements.
The dragon beastman stirred, teeth still holding her by the back of the neck so that she couldn't escape. One more passionate but exhausting hour later, the dragon finally released her, filling her with even more seed as he howled.
The dragon collapsed into deep sleep and Kael quickly pulled Dginnie away, bringing her into the bathroom where he held his exhausted mate in the warm pool to wash and clean up.
But while he was washing her up and he breathed in her scent, his eyes began to change and his tail swished. Fur began to pop up here and there.
"Kael, what's wrong?" Dginnie asked when she heard his breathing grow heavier.
"Dginnie, I'm sorry. The suppressant is wearing off. My rut is here."
"What? Now? No way!"
"Dginnie, do you think we can..."
"No! I'm tired. Barley! Please? Take another suppressant. Give me a few days to recover. I'm not ready yet."
"Dginnie... I can't. I can't move. The rut is too strong."
"Oh fur balls," Dginnie said, struggling to climb out of his embrace and the pool. "Where's your suppressant? I'll help you get it."
She tried to walk, to crawl, to swim or commando crawl across the bathroom floor to the distant drawers on the other side of the bathroom that Kael was pointing to, but the damn dragon had drained her. Her entire body hurt. She couldn't muster up enough strength or force to move more than half a centimetre at a time. She tried to roll but that made her fall back into the pool with a splash where Kael immediately caught her, hugging her to him and sniffing her neck while she struggled to break free.