POV Sori
I know this is only a dream, but...
Drakke leans forward and presses his head against mine with a grin. "You seem stressed. Should I help you with that?"
I'm sure he will return. Meanwhile I can only wait and dream about what could happen. I grin. "Anything particular on your mind?"
The Hydreigon moves behind me before carefully pushing me to the ground. "Don't worry, I'm sure I know a thing or two to keep your mind off your trouble, beautiful." He slowly licks up my neck while his wonderful hot body presses against mine. "And we have all night long to see what you like most, right?"
I'm starting to pant and nod. "Nobody would dare to interrupt us, hot scales."
I turn my head a bit and see his red scales shimmering in the moonlight while the dark dragon chuckles. "A snack wouldn't be too bad though."
A low moan escapes my lips as my love begins nibbling at my neck and I feel like the temperature continues to rise. "You're insatiable."
Drakke carefully lies onto me and smiles. "As are you. We all carry an insatiable need for something, love."
I blush and moan as his snout presses against mine. "Really? And what desire of mine do you see in such a way?"
The red scaled dragon laughs and pushes into me. "You can't get enough of me."
It's just a dream, but it's better than nothing, especially as it could become true someday. Drakke speeds up and I moan as bliss fills my body until I feel as if I could burst.
Something smacks me on the head and I leap forward and try to rip open the throat of that annoying Salamance who barely manages to evade. The numbskull simply grins while I glare at him. "You had a nice dream, huh?" He shakes his head. "Moaning in your sleep... Did you dream about me?"
My dragon pulse hits his left wing and I hop onto him, my hands holding his claws on the ground while I snarl. "I told you not even to think about that, bird-brain. Why do you disturb my rest?"
The winged dragon grins. "The boss told me to remind you how dangerous the wilderness can be. And I think it's legal to say you should consider settling with the second best offer if you can't get the best one."
I grit my teeth. "There's only a small problem."
The Salamance continues to grin. "What is it, Sori?"
I slam my head against his and growl. "You're nowhere near the top of that list. Now go away before I dye your scales crimson with your own blood."
I move off the flying dragon and sigh as he runs out of my room. 'I don't get it. First Drakke shows no interest in breeding with me, then he gives a scale to free me. He tells my former master he would be interested in mating me if I grow stronger, but does not return to check if I did.'
I enter the dining room and snicker. 'The only person on board who is even more confused is the weird human. The scale looks good, but carries no genetic information? He said a lot more weird stuff, but I guess in a nutshell it simply meant the scale is worthless for him.' I look down and sniff before a wide grin appears on my face. 'At least that meant I get to keep it and can carry it around as a necklace. It even still has a bit of his scent on it.'
"Same as always?"
I laugh and shake my head, despite the cook being unable to see me. "No, give me a Drakke special, it's not like we could get in trouble for using the rations."
I hear the human groan. "Missing that glutton so much it gets unbearable again?"
I don't reply and just wait for the buffet-sized meal to arrive, it's an almost random mix of every Drakke ate here, but strangely not a single plate does not taste great, alone or in combination with something else. I try to remember every motion Drakke did while eating and mimic it to the best of my abilities, but every time a drop of energy leaves my grasp it just reminds me I will always remain his scholar all my life, if he knows it or not.
Following my daily routine my next stop is the gym. I carefully pull of Drakke's scale and leave it close to the entrance. I won't risk damaging the only memento hot scales left while training.
I glance to a target and slowly form a sphere of dragon energy in my mouth. 'I might not be able to surpass his strength...'
My pulse smashes the figure into pieces and I cough. 'But I should be able to drive away any rivals for the position of being his mate.'
"Impressive training. Like always, beautiful."
I growl and turn to the Salamance. "You're too lazy and someone has to check if everything is ready for possible usage."
The winged dragon chuckles. "And smashing targets shows you if they are fine? Anyway, how about some variety in your training? We could play a game of tag."
I snarl. "I would enjoy a sparring match so much more."
He grins. "Full contact? Gladly."
He leaps forward and tries to tackle into me, but I dodge to the left and sear his back and wings with flamethrower. My opponent laughs. "Fire? Do you try to do minimal damage or heat me up for possible after-match activities?"
I growl. "No, I just want to keep you suffering longer."
The Salamance opens his mouth and releases a beam of dragon breath, but I quickly grasp at my core and counter with dragon pulse. After some experimenting I think I figured out how to use a tiny bit of typeless energy with every attack, not even worth mentioning in comparison to the amount Drakke seems to casually use, but enough to put some extra force behind an attack.
My attack easily overwhelms his beam and I dash forward as he groans in pain while the pulse hits into his open mouth. I follow up by letting my left hand bite into his throat while my my right one grabs his left arm. As the Salamance tries to drop on me I roll left and throw him away.
The winged dragon remains on the ground and coughs. "Enough sparring for one day?"
I turn away and slowly move to the door. "That was all you got? Pathetic. You're not strong enough to have the slightest chance against me, so why should I consider doing anything with you other than using you as a target for my attacks?"
I pick up hot scales' scale and leave before he gets a chance to answer, I don't expect one anyway, and head to my room.
I quietly lie down and sigh. 'Another day without Drakke. Where is he?' A small grins appears on my face. 'And how will he try to make up for being too late?'
I sniff at his scale before slowly nodding off.
End of chapter 37. The beginning was a bit too... explicit for my liking? I guess that's one way to put it. But it was just too fitting for Sori not to use at least a small extract. I see it mostly as an interesting mix of desire, melancholy and a drop of loneliness. ("At least that's what he is telling himself..." Keep your mouth shut!)
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, next one should return to Drakke.