I wanted to try my hand at an eclectic mix of fantasy and sci-fi, so this chapter begins to go into that theme. This new world has a bit of everything, from castles, dungeons, dragons, to aliens and space travel. Hope you like and vote and PLEASE comment to tell me what you think about my experiment. If it sucks, then tell me and I'll narrow down the action to Zak getting his chick and ending this story in the next two to three chapters.
Chapter Seventeen
Zak strode down the corridor of the twelfth level of Alpha 7. Devon had assigned this level to the reapers. The design of this level was wider, ceilings higher.
Wingspan
—he reminded himself.
He knew the first twelve levels had once belonged to the Seraphs that guarded Edenia, or Eden—as those that dwelled on Earth had called it once. All the planets had been verdant and teeming with life until...
"Until Lucifer and his fallen angels meddled with the minds of the Divine One's children and they destroyed it all with their pithy fights for power and wealth."
Zak looked at Devon. The black of his hair was such a sharp contrast to the almost glowing white of his skin and the soft white lighting brought out bluish highlights in the satiny fall.
"How's Angel and the babe?"
Devon's lips kicked up, the luminescence of his blue eyes intensifying. "They're both doing well, thank you. Angel's ability to provide our son with sustenance has her almost dumbfound." Devon chuckled with a shake of his head. "So much thought to training as a warrior and she didn't even look into all the changes her body would go through after giving birth. You should have seen her face when I put a screaming, hungry Jazriel to her breast for the first time to feed."
Devon's words brought back his hunger for Alluna. He'd fed from her breasts... fed her from his body too.
"Are you okay?"
Zak's eyes snapped back open. He took his fist away from his stomach and straightened, feeling his face grow hot. "I'm..."
"He's not okay," Remien stated popping in next to them with a flash of red-gold fire. He fingered the hoops piercing his lower lip, studying Zak intently. "When Golds impregnate their mates, the female begins to produce first milk. First milk is intended to addict the male to her taste and increase his need to be with her and keep her covered with his scent."
Zak grimaced. "Where the hell do you come up with all this stuff?"
"Google." Remi grinned.
Devon chuckled and they resumed walking. Throwing an arm around Remi's shoulders, he asked, "and what else have you investigated about Golds."
"The female is fed her dragon's..." Remi cleared his throat and slid his green-gold gaze to Zak, " her dragon's semen for three days. The fluids contain chemicals that prep her body to carry the baby dragons for the next twenty-four months."
"What the fuck?" Zak's roar echoed in the corridor.
A few reapers appeared in the doorways to the various rooms on that level.
Zak ignored them and tried to contain his roiling emotions. He forced himself to release the front of Remi's black uniform shirt and took a step back.
One of Remi's tawny brows rose. "Zak, when we breed, our genes are dominant. Our babies will always be dragon. Just be glad the girls aren't dragon too."
When Zak gave him a perplexed glare, Remi rolled his eyes and explained. "A dragoness would lay a clutch of eggs after nine months and guess who'd have to sit on it for the remaining fifteen months?"
Zak spun, spearing his hands through his hair. "Two years? Alluna is going to be pregnant for two years?" He spun back to Remi. "And Row let you get her pregnant knowing that?"
Remi gave him a sheepish grin. "Well I didn't exactly tell her, besides, getting her pregnant just..." he shrugged his shoulders, "happened. Anyway, she isn't really going to be carrying for twenty-four months. Jaz accelerated her up way past that. Quinn is checking her now to figure out how far along she is." Remi pouted. "There's a side effect I'm not too happy with. She's become very irritable and snippy with me."
Devon sighed and signaled them to follow him. "Maybe the upcoming mission will get her out of her funk, Rem. Angel got that way too toward the end."
Remi's knees buckled and Zak gripped him in alarm, as well as Devon.
The red weredragon's face looked pale.
"Fuck," Zak cursed. "What the hell is wrong now?"
"God," Remi croaked. "I'm really going to be a father. I thought I'd have two years to get used to the idea. Holy shit."
He's legs wobbled again and Devon bit his lips to keep from laughing.
Zak snorted, "Oh, for fuck's sake, stupid. Pull it together."
Remi shook his mop of crimson and got his legs braced under himself to wiggle out of their hold. "I'm good," he growled with determination. A grin suddenly stretched across his face, molars glinting as he adjusted his crotch. "Yup. Daddy's equipment works just fine."
Zak rolled his eyes.
Clearing his throat, Remi asked, "Where are we going, by the way?"
"I wanted to see Ash," Zak said.
Remi winced, a look of guilt reddening his cheeks. "I tried to heal him, but my healing powers have absolutely no effect on him." He hung his head. "I don't understand why."
"He's counteracting your powers, Remi."
Zak looked over his shoulder. Natanael followed with a big group of reapers behind them.
Zak slowed and gawked. More were coming out of their rooms. "Geez. How many of you went
awol
?"
"Three hundred," Devon answered.
Zak's brows shot to his hairline. There were three hundred reapers living on Alpha 7, including one of their most powerful high priests.
"Ex high priest," Natanael said as though reading his mind. "Ashriel was cast out for losing his virginity."
Zak frowned and turned to Devon. "Having all of us in my head all these years wasn't too bad, but I really think my sanity will be extremely compromised with three hundred reapers in my head too, Dev."
Devon swallowed. "We'll think of something. Let's see how Ash is doing this morning and then we'll go about reopening the old mess hall."
Zak winced. Their meals were going to be interesting from now on, to say the least.
***
Pain was the first thing that plowed into her.—not an actual ache in her body, but a deep, gut-twisting grief that instantly had her tears flowing. Her dreams evaporated like smoke on a windy day. She squeezed her eyes tighter hoping to retain the memory of sapphire eyes and full lips bracketed by dimples. She remembered a braid... thick and gold that hung down a wide muscular back to the middle of his tight ass.
"Zak," she whispered.
"Oh, you're good."
She gasped and opened her eyes. Bright grey eyes looked at her from within a thick fringe of black lashes.
Eriel propped his head up on one hand. His hair was a river of sable between their bodies. "You're remembering him." He grinned wide. "He's fucking hot. I'm so jealous he fucked you. He wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole."
Alluna sat up and gasped when the thick quilt covering them pooled to her waist to reveal that Eriel was completely naked beneath the covers.
"You slept with me like that?"
His wings tightened against his back just before he rolled over and stretched lazily. Every muscle and sinew rippled, and his cock looked as if it were stuck on his belly from how rigid it was. Alluna gaped at the long, thick, rose-hued member with its set of heavy balls underneath.
Instinct had her planting her feet against his side and shoving him off the bed. He fell with a swish of black feathers and sable hair to the floor.
"Ow," he wailed. "Oh, my wings. Oh, how it hurts."
Alluna forgot her tears and grief as alarm shot through her. Oh, she'd never forgive herself if she truly hurt the pretty angel. Peering over the edge of the bed, she eyed him lying on his side with his wings limp behind him. He had real tears rolling down his cheeks and his chest heaved with heartfelt sobs.
"Oh-gods," she gasped stepping gingerly over him. "I'm so sorry. Does it really hurt that bad?"
Eriel bowed his head and nodded, with his shiny hair covering his face. "Yes," he sobbed. He rolled onto his belly and gave her an imploring look over his shoulder. "The feathers have become all entangled. I can't bear the agony. Please run your fingers through them to make it feel better." His eyes swam in moisture and his lip quivered making her breath catch with anguish.
Oh, the poor little thing. He lowered his face onto his folded arms to muffle his whimpering. Her eyes ran down his naked length. Muscle knotted his back and his shoulders and arms bulged with them. He really wasn't so little. His body was gorgeous, muscular, yet graceful. She suddenly felt shy about touching him.
Alluna hesitated until he let out another gulping sob onto his folded arms. His whole body shuddered.
"Oooow-it-h-huuurts," he cried in a little squeaky voice that made Alluna pout.
Slowly, she reached down and touched one wing. Her fingers sank into heavenly softness.
"Oh," she gasped not expecting his wings to feel so good beneath her fingers.
Eriel groaned when she stroked, unfurling his wings a bit more. She'd never felt anything as luxurious, she was sure. His black wings spread wider when she used both hands to pet the ruffled feathers. They rose as if to meet her touch and he moved, rolling his hips against the furry blue rug that surrounded the white sleigh bed. He moaned again, his breath starting to come in pants.
"Eriel, have ya no shame?"
