Hannah

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A young dragon was sat at the last open bar in the comparatively small airport. One just large enough that it didn't close entirely overnight. Barely even past his first century, the dragon was doing his damndest to get himself drunk enough that he and his mythical beast wouldn't feel so claustrophobic and on edge during the early morning flight they were scheduled to take.

It would be faster and feel so much better to shift. To feel the wind under his own wings and fly under his own power to his next destination. However as a dragon he wasn't likely to remember to take his luggage, ID, passport, bank or credit cards and that could pose a challenge on his mating tour.

He scoffed, downed another shot of Jagger. Ignoring the burn of the alcohol. He felt like a prize pig being sent to all his father's allies territory. Dressed up and made up as he paraded through crowds of men and women eager to align with his family.

As the youngest son he was given significantly more freedom than his older brothers and certainly more than any of his sisters received when it was time for their own mating. He was given the gift of being able to choose a mate from the ranks of allies. Instead definitively being told who he had to take to his bed and claim. No arguments accepted.

Caspian scoffed again to himself. Earning a side eye from the consummate professional manning the bar. Human and boring, though truly of decent morality, rare in a human. Downing another shot before Caspian's metabolism cleared away the shots already buzzing through his blood. This wasn't any way to find a mate. He was a hopeless romantic, he wanted fate to bring him a soul that would bond to his own and complete him. Was that truly such a big request. All wolves got to enjoy searching for their one true love. That moment of knowing things could be perfect.

Caspian was throwing back another shot as a new scent tickled his nose. Sweet lemonade. His dragon shaking off his inattention to their surroundings. Turning to watch a majestic creature wearing a black dress that hugged her curves like a second skin make her way to a small table. The dress wasn't flashy, it was plain black, without revealing anything it showed more than enough of the lusious figure underneath

With sharp eyes, Caspian watched the bar tender jump and practically run to take the beautiful woman's order. "Just a glass of Pinot noir." A soft musical voice just barely loud enough for him to catch, even with his enhanced hearing. 

With far faster service than Caspian had enjoyed, her drink was served. She thanked and tipped, generously by the smile on the bartender's face. As she sipped her heavily poured glass of wine her gaze searched the nearly empty bar.

Caspian felt a shiver as her eyes met his own. A soft smile growing on her face as the sweetest scent of arousal met his nostrils. His dragon took over and before the man knew what was happening he found himself asking to join her table.

Her bright blue-grey eyes sparkled behind the old fashioned frames they were hiding behind. Her hair was damp and she smelled freshly of soap.  Underneath she was sweet lemon in his senses. Clear skin, wearing almost no makeup, except the sinful red lipstick on her lips. He wanted to take her against the wall. Smear the perfectly applied lipstick as his lips ravished hers. Wanted to rip the pins from her hair so it flowed loose around them as she rode her pleasure on his cock as he buried himself in her slick wet heat. Fucking her until he put a baby into her womb. She asked him mundane questions as she sipped at her drink, long draining sips without looking like she was rushing.

Mate.

His dragon sighed the word in Caspian's head, as the beast set his claim. Caspian was so thrown off, his human mind too full of alcohol he really shouldn't have been drinking. He watched with a dry mouth as she finished of her glass of wine. Picking her bottom lip after she swallowed the last sip. "Would you like to join me in my room?" She asked him with quiet confidence.

The normally self composed dragon nodded. His tongue seeming to be frozen to the roof of his mouth. She got up, and took his hand as he followed mutely behind her. His dragon watching her hips as they swayed back and forth while she prowled back to her hotel room with her conquest.

Already the sparks were starting to bloom where her small slender hand fit into his. Drunk in a human bar he had found the one that stirred his dragon to claim. She was human. No alliance, no territory, no political gain or benefit for his father to exploit.

As he was led through the meandering halls of the airport hotel he found himself nearly giddy thinking his father might just disown him for claiming a human. For cutting off his mating tour early. For insulting his father's allies by not letting them throw their children at his feet like sacrificial lambs at a slaughter.

Dreams of taking this sweet little treat deep into the mountains, living together in a simple cabin with love and warmth. A new child every year to expand the love in their happy home. All his sweet romantic dreams faded the instant the door to her hotel closed behind them. She was wild, tearing the glasses from her face and dropping them on the table as she pulled two french pins from her hair letting it fall free around her shoulders. With a quick shake of her head, she pounced on him.

Her nimble fingers making quick work of the buttons on his shirt. As her mouth claimed his in a passionate kiss. As soon as the buttons were undone, she pushed the shirt down his shoulders to the floor. Splayed open palms smoothed over the planes of muscles of his chest and abs.

He felt her smile as she continued kissing him. Enjoying herself as she explored his body. His own hands pulled the zipper that started between her shoulder blades down towards her ass. Never taking her lips from his she shimmied out of the dress, kicking it free from around her ankles.

She undid her bra the same moment she went to her knees in front of him. Undoing his belt and slacks, freeing his cock as he watched her start to lick and tease the throbbing head. Engulfing his length down her throat. Her lips still painted red, but smeared and messy. Just as he dreamed he would have her.

He felt his climax approach, too quickly. Like a boy new to sex, the pleasure his mate brought his body was too great. With a primal growl he scooped her up depositing her on her back on the bed. She was still bouncing from landing on the mattress when he tore the barely there black lace thong from her body. Delving his tongue between her folds, ringing her slit and clit. Her arousal coating his tongue. The scent of her sex filling his nose as she writhed underneath him. He held one soft thigh down on the bed, the other he had hitched up over his shoulder, keeping her legs spread wide for him to feast on her cunt.

He spread his large palm out on her belly, holding her down to the bed as her body bucked and writhed until finally he felt every muscle in her body tense as she came the sweetest sigh falling from her lips as her honey gushed onto his face.

Before the waves of pleasure had stopped he notched his cock up to the entrance to her body. Slipping his cock into her cunt. She fit him like a glove. Her slick channel gripping and milking his cock as he pounded into her as a relentless pace. Urged on by her scratching nails on his back as she begging him harder. Telling him how great his cock felt inside her. She was perfect. His mate leaned up, toppling him backwards, never breaking their sexual connection as she began to ride her pleasure. Grinding herself up and down his length.

"Oh fuck." She breathed out as he shifted himself up, bucking his hips to meet her every move. Feeling as he bottomed out and pressed against her cervix. "I'm going to cum." No words had ever sounded so good. Caspian gripped her hips. Pulled her hips down roughly on his cock. He felt her body clench around him, pulling his own orgasm from his body as she bit down on his shoulder with blunt teeth.

His dragon, surged to control. Returning the favour as sharp teeth sank into her breast in a claiming bite. Forcing another orgasm through her body as she breathed heavily while slumped over on his chest. Both basking in the golden, post coital blissful haze of mating and being claimed.