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Dragon U. part 4 - Damien's Blooming
Jul. 7th, 2017 01:32 amTitle: Dragon U. Part 4
Part 3 - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1297382.html
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 949
“Finally, just you and me.”
Damien looked up at his now official mate. “Not just you and me, is it?” He patted his so far flat belly.
“Sorry.”
“Horton Mace Drakekin, do not lie to me. You planned this. You knew what would probably happen.”
“Still sorry. My… um acquisitive instincts kicked in. It wasn’t fair, I know, but when you find a treasure, one the dragon spirits throw in your way, you grab and make sure they are bonded to you. Instincts don’t always play nice or think first.”
“I’m a treasure?”
“My treasure,” Horry purred nuzzling behind Damien’s ear.
“Ooooooh,” Damien shivered, then paused to say more sharply, “Stop that! I’m still upset and that makes me want to curl into your arms and snuggle.”
“Are you sorry to be my mate?” If anything would make Damien’s heart clench it was the uncertain regret in Horry’s voice.
‘Being mated to you, NO! Being pregnant so soon when we’ve not had hardly any time to get to know each other…” more quietly, “yes.”
“Sorry. My sweet love, my sweet demon, my very own.” Kisses punctuated each endearment.
“I love you too, you know, you acquisitive dragon.”
“Shhh, I love you and we’ll work things out. First, try some of this.”
“What is it?” Damien looked at the potted plant in Horry’s hand suspiciously.
“Well, the name is Huernia schneideriana but the common name is Red Dragon Flower. It’s a gift from my mother who swears it will ease the effects of pregnancy providing it’s a dragon bun in your oven.”
Damien’s eyebrow went up, “’Dragon bun’ in my oven?”
Horry grinned. “Well it could be a demonic bun but chances are, since I’m the father, that it’ll be a dragon.”( Read more... )
Part 3 - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1297382.html
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 949
“Finally, just you and me.”
Damien looked up at his now official mate. “Not just you and me, is it?” He patted his so far flat belly.
“Sorry.”
“Horton Mace Drakekin, do not lie to me. You planned this. You knew what would probably happen.”
“Still sorry. My… um acquisitive instincts kicked in. It wasn’t fair, I know, but when you find a treasure, one the dragon spirits throw in your way, you grab and make sure they are bonded to you. Instincts don’t always play nice or think first.”
“I’m a treasure?”
“My treasure,” Horry purred nuzzling behind Damien’s ear.
“Ooooooh,” Damien shivered, then paused to say more sharply, “Stop that! I’m still upset and that makes me want to curl into your arms and snuggle.”
“Are you sorry to be my mate?” If anything would make Damien’s heart clench it was the uncertain regret in Horry’s voice.
‘Being mated to you, NO! Being pregnant so soon when we’ve not had hardly any time to get to know each other…” more quietly, “yes.”
“Sorry. My sweet love, my sweet demon, my very own.” Kisses punctuated each endearment.
“I love you too, you know, you acquisitive dragon.”
“Shhh, I love you and we’ll work things out. First, try some of this.”
“What is it?” Damien looked at the potted plant in Horry’s hand suspiciously.
“Well, the name is Huernia schneideriana but the common name is Red Dragon Flower. It’s a gift from my mother who swears it will ease the effects of pregnancy providing it’s a dragon bun in your oven.”
Damien’s eyebrow went up, “’Dragon bun’ in my oven?”
Horry grinned. “Well it could be a demonic bun but chances are, since I’m the father, that it’ll be a dragon.”( Read more... )
