Dragon Breeder 3 by Dante King (motivational books for students txt) 📗

I had never seen the like of the sign before and said as much.

“Not surprising,” Ashrin said, covering the brand up again. “It’s a brand that the Empress herself presses to the skin of those few dragonmancers invited to take the Second Transfusion Ceremony. Infused with the blood of the Empress’s own Dream Dragon—the most powerful dragon variant of all. Only a dozen dragonmancers at any one time wear the Dream Brand.”

“And what does the brand… What does it allow you to do?” I asked.

Ashrin tapped the side of her nose. “You’ll find out if you ever get invited to join the Twelve,” she said. “And, although, you show a hell of a lot of promise, you’re not there yet.”

“I took down Jazmyn though,” I said.

Ashrin snorted and looked over at her partner.

“You hear that, Jaz?” she Ashrin said. “The greenhorn got you.”

Jazmyn grinned. “Nah,” she said matter-of-factly, “I’m afraid you didn’t.”

“Then how would you explain the whole me knocking you out of the circle business?” I asked, a little nettled.

Jazmyn shrugged. “It was just a little tussle wasn’t it,” she said. “If we had really wanted to give you a whooping, you’d still be on your back right now, staring up at the sky and wondering where the cart that just ran you over came from.”

I looked at her, confused.

“We wanted to see what you could do, man,” Jazmyn explained. “And now we know.” She winked at me.

“You’re all right, Dragonmancer Noctis,” Ashrin said as I sought for some comeback to this revelation.

“Call me Mike,” I said vaguely.

Jazmyn grinned and clapped me on the shoulder.

“Let’s get a fuckin’ move on then, Mike. There’s a lot to organize for when we set off tomorrow,” she said, “and we haven't got all day.”

The two sable-armored dragonmancers walked off. I had to admit, the two of them cut a couple of quite impressive figures as they strolled away.

“B-b-bitches,” Rupert muttered, loud enough for me to hear, but quiet enough to make sure that the other two dragonmancers did not. “Makes me want to take them out.”

Bjorn cast a red eye at the twitchy medic. “Makes me want to fuck ‘em,” he grunted.

I laughed and punched Bjorn on the shoulder. “I’m with you there, big man. And just think, they’re going to be our company for the next who-knows-how-long...”

The smile slid off my face as I thought of Wayne, frail and gray, attached to Garth’s head at the wedding.

“Let’s hope it’s not for too long,” I said.

Chapter 9

The next morning I awoke with the lark, in the tent that I had shared with Elenari, Saya, Tamsin, and Penelope. Amara and Renji had lodged in a smaller tent next door to ours, while all of our squads had bunked in the main barracks.

Judging by the general quiet that lay over our tent, and the fact that I could hear little noise outside, I supposed that it must still be quite early. It wasn’t long before I realized what had awoken me. The murmured voices of two of my dragonmancer colleagues—Penelope and Tamsin. And something else. Something decidedly more pleasurable.

I cracked my eyelids and looked down the length of my naked torso at the two women casually playing with my cock.

Closing my eyes again, I caught snatches of what Tamsin and Penelope were whispering to one another as they continued to stroke my hardening prick.

“... what do you think they would look like?” Tamsin asked Penelope in a low voice.

“Well, I would assume that they would be some sort of shade of blue, or so I would hope,” Penelope whispered.

Dragonlings, I thought. They’re talking about the dragonlings they might give birth to, and what they might look like.

I tuned back in to hear the tail-end of another of Tamsin’s questions.

“... powerful enough to make babies again?”

“I couldn’t say with any real certainty,” Penelope said. “I would hypothesize, however, that as soon as he ingests whatever substance it is that renews his potency, then he should be able to sire dragonlings within hours.”

I was becoming less and less bothered with feigning sleep now. My ever-keen member was very much of the same mind. The little guy was practically at full-mast now, and the compulsion to stop the girls’ teasing and get down to something a little more vigorous was almost irresistible.

“I believe,” Penelope said, her voice tight with suppressed giggles, “that our ruminations have woken our friend here.”

I opened my eyes and grinned down at the two women. They were lying on either side of me, talking over my impressive erection and looking up at me with mischievous eyes.

“Oh, shit,” said Tamsin, with a very unconvincing attempt at concern, “we didn’t wake you, did we, Mike?”

“Of course not,” I said. “Isn’t this how most people get woken up each morning?”

“Normally, I have to do it myself,” the hobgoblin said, smiling back at me and showing off her sharp, white teeth.

She slid a little further up my body so that I could feel her naked breasts pressing against my side.

“You have to do it yourself?” I whispered. “That’s not good. What about you, Pen?”

Penelope moved up to lie level with Tamsin. She draped a leg over my leg, and I could feel the hot moistness of her crotch pressing against my thigh.

“Yes, usually the morning time is time spent between me and my hands,” she said in a very quiet voice.

I looked carefully around at the still sleeping forms of Elenari and Saya.

“Well, then,” I said softly, wriggling down to join the naked women, “that is something we all have to remedy isn’t it?”

We passed the next dim, predawn hour in a silent tangle of sweating limbs, tangled hair, and groans muffled by