Free Half-Breeds: Krinza's Dragon by Kriss Wilt Page B

for approximately five
days out of every two hundred. It had initially sounded like an
easy job. Today had changed his mind.
    Terrian returned to his apartment in the city that
night, exhausted and rather put out of sorts from the day. Exiling
children was apparently not his cup of tea. Most of the children
were sent off by their mothers, and Terrian had noticed several
that he wouldn’t have minded breeding with himself. As he settled
into his nest, he reminisced about the attractive dragon that had
to give up her son tomorrow as well as a phoenix that was losing
her daughter. Letting his thoughts drift and caress the different
females’ curves, he felt his chest rumble in approval. His eyes
burned with wanton need as he recalled how long it had been since
he had dominated a female, flaring his wings around her and pinning
her beneath him. He noted his phallus responding to his thoughts,
dismaying that he would go unsatisfied yet another night.
    The following morning, Terrian found himself
contemplating the dragon mother he would encounter that day. His
dreams last night had involved her and he intended to finally
release his pent up desires, that is, if he could persuade her. As
much as his instincts screamed at him to be dominant, take what he
wanted, do as he wished, Terrian just couldn’t bring himself to be
like the alpha males. He preferred for his sexual encounters to be
consensual. He would be extra comforting to her when it was her
son’s turn to be sent off. He would save her son for last of the
day so that he could speak with her at length, show off his
exceptional physique and perfect wings. He would walk her of the
grounds and convince her to eat dinner with him. Maybe he would
offer an enticement of taking her to see her son someday. Visits
were rarely granted unless you knew the right official. He was
luckily, one of those officials.
    It was another long and tedious day, Terrian ran on
autopilot, thinking only of his plan for the dragon at the end of
the day. As the boy, Bru’Nik by name, was sent through, Terrian
returned to the mother. He straightened his robe, squared his
shoulders, and kept his head high as he raised her eyes to his. She
had lovely violet eyes, tear-stained at the moment, but lovely,
nonetheless. He gently caressed her cheek with his claw as he
addressed her in soothing tones, “Your son is not dead. This is
simply a new beginning for him. Varga is as lovely of a moon as
Onara. The placement agents on the other side will assist him
greatly. Please, do not despair.”
    A hint of smile curved the very edge of her mouth as
she sniffed a reply, “Thank you. I appreciate you being so gentle
with the procedure. I had heard horror stories of past officials
tearing children away and beating any who cried. I worried that I
would not be allowed to see him off. He would have made strong
alpha. If only he had been hatched with wings I may have passed him
as a pure blood dragon.” Her eyes dropped as she recalled her
despair at his hatching. His dragon snout had protruded from his
shell, followed by claws and very dragon scaled skin. Her hopes had
risen. Then he emerged fully from the shell and only his lack of
wings and slightly shorter tail marked him for his dirty blood.
    “You may see him again someday. Perhaps I could buy
your dinner and you can tell me about him. He seemed like a very
fine boy.” He smiled at her as he gave his wings a slight
shuffle.
    She accepted and they left the grounds for a nearby
feast hall. Settling onto plush cushions near the fire, they
ordered their meal and conversed. Terrian tried to let her talk as
much as possible, having learned that the females liked that. He
took in her unique scent, eyed her comely form, and mingled his
tail with hers. After their meal, she had begun to rub gently
against him. When he began to scent her rising arousal, he quickly
paid and invited her to his apartment for some bloodwine.
    He had barely poured two glasses before he found