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  “But what if someone moved to put my bloodline in power, Kyotyte? What if we were not the toys of fate and circumstance? And what if those who played the game of intrigue and espionage want to cover their movements, even generations later?”

  “Supposition and speculation,” Kyo snarled. “Those will get you nothing but trouble, Prince.”

  “And the mere existence of your female states that there is more going on than we know…a lot more. Her Quad, according to legend, was cast out, her bloodline dying out with the Princess’s disappearance. If those are the facts, honest as they have been presented, then there is a lot that we still do not know or understand. Where were her people hiding? How did they carry on the bloodline without another Dragonish Quad there for breeding purposes? What drove them out at a time when the Quad should have been in seclusion? And most importantly, how is it that she connected with Zenxian? As I have stated, My Lord, more questions than answers.”

  “And we can add to those,” Zen growled from where he had subdued his mate, “Who is baiting us, wanting us to leave our submissives and why?”

  “Baiting?” Zaz’s face finally showed shock as he stared at Kyo. “Who would dare such a thing? You are our Champion! An attack against you is to attack the royal house!”

  “That we seek to discover.” Kyo smiled at the outrage that showed on the younger Prince’s face. “Our attacker is cunning. They laid several false trails and end-roads, almost like a seasoned tracker. But both Zenxian and I have his scent now, and it definitely is male. I have spent the day laying in traps and gathering information. As much as it displeases me, we have to wait and watch. Patience has never been a strong suit for the royal family nor for this Quad. But we will endure what we must.”

  “I like this not,” Zaz sighed, but after his female tapped him on the arm, he bowed his head and stepped back.

  “It is not for us to like,” Keria smiled as she ran her hands over his arm in a comforting manner. “And I believe that it is time for us to depart and let this Quad get on with the business of creating the future.”

  “Yes,” Zazolm agreed, nodding slowly. “I have delivered my news and I shall take what I have learned here and inform those who have need of knowing.”

  “I thank you for the news,” Father intoned gravely to the Prince. “I understand the trust and honor you give us by sharing this information and not hiding it away like apparently so many other secrets.”

  “It is our place to see to the needs of all our people,” Zaz answered. “And how can I consider myself a leader if I keep important knowledge away from those who have the right to know? That is not at all what I have been taught and it is an affront to my very nature as Dragonish.”

  “I thank you nevertheless,” Kyo smiled, then gave a small bow to both Zaz and Keria.

  “And I believe that it is time for us to leave,” Keria noted, staring at the pile of pillows where Star was nuzzling Zol affectionately, a low growl purring up from her throat.

  Without another word, Zaz took his primary form; the huge golden dragon dwarfing all before he gently lifted his female into his claws and took to the skies.

  “Interesting,” Father drawled and Zen looked up from his mate to stare at his Alpha.

  “What?” Zen asked, his own golden eyes filled with concern. “Star’s bloodline, the information that there may be betrayers amongst us?”

  “That you and Star have a mental connection and something that Zaz did not mention.”

  “What is that?”

  “That your eyes are as golden as his.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “What will happen now?” Star’s voice startled all the men in the room, breaking the silence that was beginning to grow oppressive as each man thought about what these revelations meant to their future.

  When no one answered, she growled low in her throat before pushing her mate-bounded aside. “I want some answers!” she bellowed. “I need to know what this means. And why would the color of Zenxian’s eyes make you all so concerned? So he is related to the royal family….”

  “He is not,” Father interrupted her ranting with his calm tones.

  “But….”

  “Zenxian’s bloodlines are proven. There is no connection to this royal house. The color of his eyes were thought to be an anomaly. But I am not so sure.”

  “What are you saying, Father?” Zen demanded, staring in shock at the larger male. “What are you telling me?”

  “It would seem odd that you would have a connection to the Quad that seemed to have forsaken our very way of life then disappeared. It seems very odd, indeed, that you heard your mate’s call when she is not supposed to exist.”

  “So what are you saying?” Zen repeated, a growl in his tones. “What are you implying?”

  “I am merely stating a fact, Zenxian. Are you not curious about your sudden and binding connection? It is almost like you were destined to be together, and the fates had a hand in arranging your meeting.”

  “Soul mates, Kyo?” Zol rolled his eyes, his reaction weakening his erection still very engorged. “You believe this?”

  “I believe that if two people are meant to be, no force in the skies can stop them.”

  “Really?” Zol arched an eyebrow in open imitation of one of Father’s more familiar gestures. The red-eyed male smiled at this, leaning forward to blow a puff of air at his mate.

  “We are together, are we not, young one?”

  The blush that filled Zol’s face would have been amusing if the situation had not been so serious.

  “So fate sealed us?” Star questioned.

  “Fate and blood, perhaps,” Kyo allowed.

  “Blood?” she asked, but the other two males were paying close attention to Father’s words.

  “It is said that blood calls to blood. If your Quad had an agreement, a blood pact even generations ago, it would appear in future generations until the pact is sealed and fulfilled.”

  “And my Quad would have to have had a pact with the Old Royal Quad?” Zen was staring agog at what father was telling them.

  “Perhaps. Maybe a blood promise with the Old Royals,” Father ran his hand through his hair as if the motion would sooth him. “Perhaps Star’s family fled, but the pact was kept in place. Maybe…maybe someone interfered. If a blood pact had been in place, not even disgrace would separate that Quad from their aerie until the innocent child had been born and reared into adulthood.”

  “So you are saying that maybe generations ago, the Old Royal Quad had a pact with his family?” Zol asked, and father nodded.

  “But if that was the case, would they have not fought for the Princess? Would they have not kept them in their sights?”

  “Not if they believed that they were all dead. This is just suppositions, but if the ones who assisted the Old Royal family by fair means or foul, decided that everyone should feel that the Royals were dead, even the failed Quad with whom they held a blood pact with, would it not solidify the belief of their deaths?”

  “But…but…” Zol stammered, his erection wilting at the thought. “But that would be more than dishonorable! That would be tantamount to murder! The Soul Mates would perish!”

  “More intrigue,” Zen sighed, shaking his head as he reached for his own bonded, cuddling her close and inhaling her scent, the familiar smell calming him.

  “More mysteries,” Father agreed. “But the patterns are beginning to take shape.” He smiled at Star and then gave his own mate a small squeeze. “And I believe that you two have something left to accomplish.”

  “Accomplish?” Star mused aloud, but Zol’s erection was leaping back into fullness.

  “I believe that it is time to celebrate life,” Zol leered. “We let the invaders win if we don’t reproduce,” he nodded at Star.

  “And why would you even think that I still want sex?” Star snapped, obviously incensed at Zol’s lack of sensitivity.

  Before she could say more, Zol pulled from Father and casually stroll
ed over to Star.

  “Sex is not the answer to all of life’s issues, Zol! And you being older, I would…think….” She inhaled, bringing in his lush fertile scent to her nostrils. She shook her head and strained to carry on with her rant. “I would think that you…You of all…”

  Her eyes began to spark yellow as her voice dipped low. The new talons slowly emerged from her fingertips as her head moved to follow each and every sway of his naked body.

  “Just inconsid—incosid…” She stopped as her breathing turned to heavy panting and a rich wetness was once again flowed down her thighs. “Just stop.”

  Zol rolled his eyes, one hand going to stroke his cock, rubbing the dripping fluid from the head around the shaft, using it as a lubricant to ease his motions. “Instincts will demand satisfaction and this is one step closer to fertility for you.”

  “Practice making babies is nice,” she agreed, pushing away from her bond-mate and moving towards her fellow submissive.

  “Practice is lovely,” Zol began, but left off on a gasp as Star slowly crawled across the pillows to kneel in front of him.

  “Star?”

  Before he could say more, her hot wet mouth engulfed him, bring his voice to a stuttering halt as his knees began to shake as if they would give way completely.

  “Oh Ghods,” He moaned as he felt the hot wet silk of Star’s mouth engulf him fully.

  Star pulled back and carefully examined the thick cock in her hands. He was so large, the head red and leaking as his desire grew.

  Something in her would slide into this?

  She lapped at the leaking fluids and eyed the hole in the hard rounded head. It didn’t look as if it could take anything inside it let alone some spike that was supposed to be within her.

  Wouldn’t it hurt?

  She looked up at him with his hair flowing behind him and his eyes closed as small moans escaped his throat.

  She didn’t want to hurt him.

  But maybe…maybe if he really was designed….

  With that thought in mind, she lowered her head, her tongue circling the slit.

  Instantly, his moans increased and his fingers found their way into her hair, tugging at her curls and massaging her scalp.

  Encouraged by knowing that she was doing this intimate act correctly she increased her efforts, sucking harder, but she needed to know more.

  As her tongue danced around the hole it began to vibrate and quiver, widening out until the tip of her tongue fit inside.

  “Oh Ghods,” Zol gasped, his body bowing over hers as her ting forced its way deeper inside of him.

  Fun, she thought as he reached up to caress his hanging sacs, giggling as he hissed and moaned.

  “Suck,” he begged. “Suck me hard, Star!”

  Eager to experience more, she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked strongly.

  She was not a fool and refused to attempt to swallow like she had seen them do to each other. Instead, she fisted his base, suing her own hand as a stopping point, and began to bon her head.

  “Star, Star, Sta—Oh Ghods Star!” he began to chant, and Star felt a blossom of ride bloom within her.

  Instinctively her own fingers dipped low to her own thatch of blue curls, her fingers seeking out her swollen clit and stroking it gently as her bead bobbed.

  Doing ot stho him had made her feel so hungry, so wonton, so needful. There was no time to wait for him to reciprocate! She would take care of her ache herself.

  Slowly, she began to rock her hips in tandem with his fucking motions, teasing them both until the tension mounted in their bodies.

  “I—I’m going…to…explode,” Zol pronounced finally, his fingers pulling in her hair to force her eyes up to his. “Do you undertand, Star? I am going to come in your mouth! Oh Ghods, just saying it….” His eyes closed as his hips sped up their thrusts.

  Star moaned, her own aching pussy drenched with her essence as she rubbed the small kernel of her clit faster, harder, pressing absently against her swollen labia, small slick fingers as she stared up into Zol’s golden yes.

  “I mean it, Star,” he insisted, and she smiled.

  “Oh…Oh…Oh Scab!” he shouted, his back arching back, his hair flailing around them as she fingered his hands in her curls.

  And then he was groaning, filling her mouth with his hot seed, the creamy pulses filling her mouth fully.

  The excitement of it all, the power she felt in doing that, in making him orgasm went straight to her clit.

  Star pulled off, shuddering as her own orgasm tore thought her.

  She felt Zol drop to the ground to engulf her in his damp arms.

  She smiled, swallowing his seed, licking her lips to get every drop.

  “You,” he panted, “Will be the death of me yet.”

  “But it is all for my education, Zol,” she reminded him. “All for practice.”

  “Practice,” he drawled.

  “Your slip opened up.”

  “I told you it would.”

  “It was odd. I thought I had nearly my whole tongue in there….”

  She stopped as he groaned again.

  “Star, if you’re trying to kill me, there are easier methods.”

  She snickered, pulling him closer.

  “It’s okay,” she soothed. “When I am queen, I’ll make sure that you don’t have to do anything this strenuous again.”

  “I am not complaining,” he snipped, lifting his head and staring at her wit one baleful eye. “An what do you mean when you are queen?”

  “When the Alpha’s brood, I am in charge.” She sounded smug.

  “And I suppose that you expect me to service you when the alpha’s are sitting on the eggs?”

  “Well, are you complaining?”

  Zol tiled his head to the side for a moment before answering.

  “Not really. I just wanted to know where I stand If you shove your tinge don’t eh head of my cock again, I’ll even let you spank me…maybe.”

  “Spank?” Huh?

  “Or I’ll let you tie me up.”

  That was odd, but appealing.

  “And then I can show you how Dragonish mate with their females in their primary form.”

  That stopped her dead.

  She looked at him, imagined him as a dragon, and then frowned, looking a bit pale.

  “Zol?”

  “Oh yeah, you’ll love it. I can show you what a tail is good for.”

  Somehow the thought left her cold.

  “How about we just practice making babies instead?” she offered, trying to remember if she ever checked them out, their cocks and…stuff when they were in dragon form.

  “Scared” he asked and she rolled her eyes before squeaking as he lfed her high into his arms.

  “Thinking about taking you in primary form as he hard all over again.

  “You are not…”

  “Don’t worry,” he soothed. “Now is not the time for that. Instead, I think I will get a taste of female—for now. I may need the practice too.”

  And the last thought that went throng her mind before Zol sank her into a sea of pleasure was that Dragons were a strange lot! She looked don as his long tongue poised to sink between her legs and moaned at the first hot tough. Strange, she thought again, but useful.

  And then she was able to think no more.

  Chapter Fourteen

  She usually had an escort for this kind of thing. But part of being independent was the ability to make it to the waste disposal. To be blunt, Star needed to relieve her bladder in the worst type of way. And the room they used to waste disposal, and for general washing outside the bathhouses, was connected to their aerie by one thin bridge.

  It was an ingenious system of pipes and tubes that created her personal toiletries room, a smaller circular room that contained a flushing commode, a huge tub for bathing, and something called a water stall that poured heated water over your skin, almost like the falls at the bath house, but smaller. Zen had tried to explain it all
to her, how the pipes and levers worked, but she really wasn’t in the mood for explanations at the time.

  Now she still wasn’t ready for a lesson in design engineering, as Zen had called it. She only wanted to go and relieve her bladder and then make her way back into the main aerie where her project was waiting.

  Because everyone else had things to occupy their time and make them feel useful, she finally put her foot down and demanded a job as well. Father and Zen had discussed her disclosure of her talents with Zol and they came up with something that would keep her bartering with other females for some time to come.

  Star, knowing that females were comfortable in their nude state decided that dressmaking was not something she could force them to trade goods with her. Therefore, instead, she began weaving silken thread that Zen procured for her into something called a crèche. A crèche was a soft comfortable carrying pocket for an infant. It allowed for hands-free care of a baby at any age until they were too big to carry. But having the ability to carry your children around and still get minor household chores done had always been a major human creation that had strangely enough, not made its way into the upper reaches of the Dragonish aeries.

  Her Quad was not too impressed with the idea of lugging children around; they had to walk and fall and learn to explore as to not develop an unnatural fear of heights. That was a small jab at her constant need for an escort when she went to their toiletries aerie or to the one they used for feedings. They could just not understand her fear of being up high when even the smallest Dragonish child enjoyed having the clouds to play through.

  But when it came to protecting and brooding over their eggs, well suddenly the crèche took on a whole new meaning.

  “You mean I can keep the egg warm on my body heat and still move around freely?” Zen had gasped, eyes goring wide as the other males moved in closer to hear what she had to say. Even Father’s red eyes had lit up at the prospect.

  “A way to retrieve food for ourselves and use our facilities while keeping our eggs close?”

  At her stunned look; Zol explained that although their body heat was higher than normal, submissive mate-pairs did not have the internal combustion of the Alphas. That is why after the laying was done the brooding was carried on by the Alphas.