Chapter Twenty-One
Mac
I never wanted to be the guy who received bedroom advice from his lover's parent, but that was my life now. Galen's paragon informed me I wasn't performing my mating duties for Galen.
"You must have made them come at least once, or you wouldn't have gotten pregnant," they said. "Do that again, and the egg will do the rest."
The blood rushed to my face so quickly and pounded in my ears so hard I couldn't hear the rest of their speech. Something about using my whole body and giving Galen the ride of a lifetime.
"Just to confirm, Galen's kobold father is still alive, right? He didn't die doing … what you're suggesting?"
"Yes, he's still alive. I can feel him." They closed their eyes and pointed to the west. "That way."
Hours after they left, I still pondered their suggestion. Galen kept their genitals concealed in their magical pouch. They'd stopped hiding their balls when we moved to the gestation cave, but I missed the sight of their giant cock and ovipositor waving in the breeze like they did when Galen went swimming or took a bath in the giant waterfall at the back of their cave.
The gestation cave also had a waterfall, but the nest walls were so high, I couldn't watch them take a bath and keep our egg warm. Our little girl would be unhappy if I left her for a glance at her naked paragon.
How would I convince Galen to allow me to see and touch them before it was time to lay their egg?
Thankfully, I didn't have to worry. Their magic dropped so low, they couldn't maintain their magical sheath any longer.
"It's almost time," they said. They lay on their side, panting, with one wing curled under them. They looked miserable.
"Let me help you."
Galen shrugged with their wing. That was enough consent for me.
I created a barrier around our egg. The kobold books said baby kobolds inside could hear us if they were awake, and I didn't want Galen to worry about the noise we were about to make.
With the last of my magical stores, I coated Galen's cock with lube, pulling the water and other elements from the surrounding cave to create it since the measly little bottle in my travel bag wasn't enough.
Galen hissed at the contact, and then moaned when I caressed their tip with both hands.
"What are you doing, little kobold?"
"I'm not that little," I reminded him. I didn't know how a kobold of old could have wrapped their arms and legs around a dragon Galen's size.
I stripped off my clothes and climbed onto Galen's exposed inner thigh. I straddled their cock on my hands and knees. I was a fair distance off the ground, and it reminded me of the carnival rides we'd ridden at the amusement park. This was going to be the wildest ride of my life, but we'd have an egg afterward!
Galen's cock was already thickening in my grip, raising me even higher above their ovipositor, which also looked a bit thicker at the base.
"Is that our egg?" I asked, pointing.
They nodded.
"This should help."
If dragons were anything like kobold omegas, they needed sexual stimulation to deposit their eggs. I locked my ankles and wrapped my arms around their cock, using my upper body strength to pull myself back up.
A low growl rumbled through Galen's chest. They rolled onto their back, wrapping both wings around me like a cocoon. I gazed up at them. Their eyes were already half-lidded with lust from a single stroke. This was going to wear me out, but it was worth it, to put that blissed-out look on my dragon's face after they'd looked so pained. Beneath their wings, I felt safe, even when they wrapped their sharp wing claws around me and helped me move along their cock.
"It's like having hands." They laughed, and I bounced along their cock's hard ridges from the movement. Galen took charge, then, holding me in place with their wings and thrusting into the channel I'd made with my torso, arms, and legs.
"So good," Galen said. "Much better than dragon sex."
I doubted my makeshift hole was better than a real one, but I couldn't argue with the intimacy of it. Galen's cock dragged along my body, turning my entire chest into an erogenous zone. My cock was hard and leaking between us, and I enjoyed every bit of contact with Galen as we rutted against each other. Even my arms and legs buzzed from the contact, adding to my arousal.
I held their gaze as we soared. Galen's eyes glowed brighter as they neared orgasm, and my heart thumped hard against my chest. They were about to lay our dragon egg, and I was helping! I glanced down at Galen's ovipositor to find the egg making good progress. It was now midway through the canal and resembled a snake swallowing a bird egg, only in reverse.
Galen moaned and shifted to their haunches. My arms already felt like rubber, and it took everything I had to keep myself attached to their cock when they dropped their wings to the ground for stability.
I'd regained a trickle of my magic after setting the soundproof incubation spell over our egg. It was enough for me to move in time with Galen's thrusts, adding delicious friction. They came with a roar and a gout of flame aimed out the cave entrance, not at me. Their cock jerked wildly as it spurted cum, and I rode it like a rodeo bull. I'd never seen so much cum. It went everywhere, even into my eyes. Galen slumped onto their side, spent, and I landed in a puddle of it.
It was only after I caught my breath that I noticed I was suddenly dry.
"Where did it all go?"
"The egg," Galen said.
I glanced up and saw two beautiful eggs. The larger dragon egg glistened in the sunlight, as though its surface was still wet.
Even in their pain and lust-filled state, Galen had placed us in the center of the nest, depositing the larger dragon egg beside our kobold egg.
I lowered the barrier around our kobold egg. One of the pregnancy books said the eggs could talk to each other, though their register was beyond our hearing.
I rested my head on my arms and tried to catch my breath. A body draped over me, alpha kobold in size.
"That was magnificent," Galen whispered in my ear. "Thank you."
"They're beautiful." I pointed to our eggs. "So perfect." They'd already drained the remainder of my magic. I wouldn't have any reserves until they hatched and could eat on their own. I'd never been dependent on my magic, but I wondered how Galen would handle it.
"How are you in your alpha kobold form?" I asked.
"I have a tiny bit of magic in reserve, and it feels more comfortable." They turned me around and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Unless you'd prefer me to be a dragon."
"Do we need to keep the eggs warm?"
Galen waved a hand toward the eggs and covered them with a warming spell. "This was the only useful part of the dragon parenting book," Galen said. A line of blush spread across their snout and over their cheeks. "I think I need to re-read the part about egg laying. Either it didn't mention the sexual component, or I didn't know what it meant."
I laughed. "Was it all right?"
"Gods, yes," they pulled me to their chest in a tight hug. "I would rather be inside you as a kobold alpha, but as far as dragon sex goes, that was wonderful."
"Glad I could help." I leaned back so I could smile up at them. Their eyes glistened with unshed tears.
"What's wrong?" I asked, leading them to sit beside our eggs. We lay facing each other with our eggs between us.
"Everything is right," they whispered. "Everything."
Tears leaked from the corners of their eyes when they closed them. I didn't press for an explanation. They looked exhausted, and I remembered how bone tired I'd felt after laying our kobold egg, even though it had been more like working an extensive magic spell than having a baby.
Their breath evened out, and soon they were asleep.
Gods, I loved them, all three of them. I'd never imagined I would have a mate and a family. Now, I feared losing them. My heart ached when I remembered we still weren't free of the curse.
Even after our baby girl reached her first molt, I doubted I would ever stop worrying about the curse. She would forever be my baby.
So was our little dragon, who would outgrow me in a matter of months. Would they still love me when they could toss me around like a toy?
I wished I knew more about Galen's kobold father. Why had he left, and when? Galen had few memories before their paragon burned the villages and left Ignitas. Was that common for dragons or was Galen's memory loss due to trauma? I had so many questions, and I didn't want to hurt them when seeking answers. Their paragon hadn't been forthcoming, either.
With the eggs still nestled in the warmth spell, I crawled to my bag to snag my tablet. After a few clicks, I sent an email to all the villages I had visited, asking if Goff lived there. I brought the tablet back to the nest to wait for their responses. It would be months before our eggs hatched, but I wanted to be ready.