Dance of the Dragons

Gloria looked down at the gauntlets in the drawer as Raul lifted out a pistol with a silencer. The talons were like nothing she’d seen before. They retracted over fingertips covered with what looked like black iridescent dragon scales. She slipped one on and splayed her fingers in attack mode. The talons snapped forward, and she felt a small ultrasonic vibration in her hand. The claws came to a needle-sharp point with serrated edges on the inside curve.

Gloria grabbed the bedpost and squeezed. The talons buzzed and sliced into the hardwood like butter.  She turned to the dresser mirror and dragged her claws across the mirror cutting deep grooves across the surface of her reflection as powdered glass cascaded to the dresser’s polished surface.

“These will do well, I believe,” Gloria said as she noticed the scales were lightweight but resisted penetration by the talon tips. “They’re armored too.”

Raul set the pistol and extra magazines down on the nightstand and picked up a pair of scaled leggings. “These must be for you,” he said, handing the micro-scaled pants to Gloria. She opened the top band and looked at the stamp on the inside.

“XM-58. These are experimental.” Gloria’s voice had an echo of concern. She hated testing some good idea fairy’s dream weapon in combat for the first time. Too much could go wrong.

“What were the models we used on the beach?” Raul queried Gloria

“Ours were M-48’s. These are from the research lab on the west coast of America,” Gloria said. Gifts from Peter,” she added.

“What, my love?” Raul asked as he admired the sleek fit with clawed toes on Gloria’s legs.

“Nothing Dear, I was just admiring the leggings. They appear to be squat proof too, she added, playfully showing Raul. After we play a bit, what do you say we shower and call it a night. Tomorrow is a long day.” Gloria struck the headboard with her toe talons and ripped out a chunk of wood, scattering pieces across the bed.

Gloria removed her gauntlets and leggings as she looked at Raul, winked, and made a little alto growl that sounded somewhere between the deep hunger and insatiable lust of a Dragon predator. The pleasing sound caught Raul’s enamored attention.

They walked toward the bathroom. Gloria shed her top; her nakedness glowed in the dark room attracting Raul to her side. Raul threw his clothes in a wad on the bed, grabbed Gloria, lifted her in the air, and swung her around. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs jutted out like the boom of a sailboat as they pretended to waltz their way to the shower. The door closed to muted laughter. Raul came back out, grabbed the pistol, and hurried back in.

* * *

The dark room was quiet as a crypt. An old street lamp created a soft yellow light that reached through the curtains, across the bed, illuminating sangria nipples perched on milk white breasts that rose and fell to quickened breaths. A stream of dust swirled in the light and danced over the sensuous curves animated below.

Gloria, unable to sleep, turned her head and looked at the dark figure that sat motionless in the chair across from her hidden in the shadows. She eased the sheet off her waist and drew her knees up and let them fall away from the sides of her hips like the wings of a butterfly. Restless boredom fluttered in the wings.

“Raul, Darling.”

The dark figure moved in the shadows; Gloria heard her lover speak in a whisper.

“Yes, my love.”

“Wouldn’t you be more comfortable watching the door from here?” Gloria ran her hands down the insides of her legs and up again to her breasts offering herself to her Dragon. Her skin pebbled in the pale light at the welcomed thought of his touch.

Raul sat down beside Gloria. His hand chased her fingers across inviting thighs to the manicured hair between her legs and further across her quivering stomach to firm breasts, then chin, her pouting lips, and flushed cheeks. He ventured his thumb between parted teeth and felt the light flicker of a tongue. Darkness emboldened his imagination.

He brushed a strand of hair from her face and kissed the warm mouth waiting in the dark. 

The swirling dust lifted like the smoke of incense, a Moroccan belly dancer writhed above their mingled bodies and mixed with the honeyed musk of Gloria’s tingling skin.

“Make love to me again.” Her entreaty for love was thick with desire, a divulgence with a hint of impatience and need. Perhaps it was their last night together. She hoped not.

“I adore how you always think of my comfort, Love,” came the reply that warmed the curve of her neck.

“Come to me and tell me about our upcoming cruise on that beautiful ship of yours.”

Gloria reached up and ran her fingers along Raul’s side as he loomed over her. Raul eased himself between her waiting legs. His enthrall was evident as he settled over her. She explored his chest with her erect nipples masquerading as sensitive fingertips seeking pleasure. The exhaust of his breath came quicker.

Her eyes shut tight as she felt the dense muscles of his chest play across her breasts.  She loved how he showed his desire for her. She reveled in her power to drive him to a frenzy with her body.  Gloria offered her neck as his lips sought her nape and shoulder.

Shifting in a game of hide and seek, Gloria arched her back with her head hanging over the edge of the bed, hair spilling like a waterfall toward the floor as the Dragon’s beard tickled her.  Eager lips rode on a warm blanket of breath. The Dragon played with the ridge of her collarbone and moved to the root of her breast. The fine hair on Gloria’s arms and neck lifted. Tiny cilia on her legs stiffened as she ran her fingertips across her man’s back.

“Tell me where we will go on this cruise.”  Gloria’s long fingers measured the ripples of his stomach, reaching lower and feeling him grow harder in her teasing fingers.

“We’ll cruise across the Black Sea and back through the Bosphorus Strait to the sunny islands of Southern Greece.” He kissed her breast to punctuate his baritone soliloquy. She pressed herself to his mouth, held his head to her, and sighed as he sought to please her.

“We’ll swim in the clear blue waters during the day, drink our coffee at sunset on the aft deck, and make love on a rocking sea until sleep robs us of further sin.”

Gloria lifted her head and shoulders, gripping the back of his arms as his kisses moved down from her breasts to her stomach in a meandering stroll. Her knees lifted and separated wider to engulf her Dragon, a sacred offering without provocation of thought.

“Oh, baby, where will we go next?” Gloria’s husky intonation quickened Raul’s heart beat.

“Next is Malta, my dear; off the coast of Sicily where we’ll resupply and eat fresh seafood outside at the shoreline cafes and drink sweet wine between walks on the beach. We’ll make love in the warm sugar sand and let the slack tide waters cleanse the dirt from our soul.” His deep voice held a soft, reverent tone; a susurration of voices in a cathedral. He spoke like reciting poetry, interpreting their shared dream of getting away from the deprivation of duty and war.

Raul’s hands moved across her body like a island breeze creating waves of pleasure that mingled with Goria’s vision of her and Raul entwined on the sunny beach.

“Go on, please go on,” Gloria now pleaded with her Dragon lover.

Raul spoke in hushed, halting words as he drew invisible messages of adoration on the inside of Gloria’s thighs continuing his tale of their future.

“I think we’ll sail to the south of France, to Monaco and take in the sights there. We’ll dress up; you in your red silk evening dress with Dragon Brocade flowing in the offshore breeze at night and me in my black tuxedo with long tails and satin lapel. We’ll dine in fine restaurants on French cuisine and attend the theater. I want you to pleasure me in the dark of the theater, and later, I’ll punish your lack of public decorum with my wild passion. I’m afraid I may ruin your dress. An afterthought followed. Best you make sure it comes off easily in case we don’t make it back to the hotel.”

Gloria placed her hands on his head, lifted her hips and impatiently urged him to her. He tortured her with his slow and gentle caress as he filled her mind with dreams she couldn’t wait to live out. “Oh!” She exclaimed as the broad flat of his tongue found her on the way up and over. 

“Yes there, stay please, stay there.”

“In Monaco, my dear?”

“Yes. Stay,” Gloria commanded in a way that sounded more like a plea.

He soothed her need and placated her want. Gloria felt herself coming apart against his relentless legato search across her body with his love making.

An enlivened Gloria wound her fingers in his hair and pulled him to her. Every muscle in her body tensed drawing her into a knot. She guided him, held him there, right there, that spot that made her thighs tremble, and her throat lock tight against the strained breath rushing from her lungs. 

Toes, of their own accord, contracted like clenched fists as she let go in a fit of tortured gratification. Gloria heard the sound of her breath rushing out through her mouth in a staccato hum. She was drowning in the waves that washed her away from the steel moorings of her emotions.

Gloria awakened from the exodus of release, her eyes and mouth opened wide and choked a cry in her throat as she felt him enter her. A gasp escaped her lips. Her hips moved to better accommodate her Dragon’s probing advance.

Raul covered Gloria’s lips, her neck, the ear, a shoulder, and back to the neck with growing passion. Eye to eye, mouth to mouth, a sweet musk filled the air. Sweat glistening in the pale light increased the drug of indulgence as skin and rippled muscle slipped recklessly across undulating curves and bone.

The ship’s Captain groaned as Gloria’s thighs tightened around his waist. She purred a gritty murmur as he forced her back down on the scattered sheets. Large hands grabbed Gloria with frantic intent behind the knees, and pressed her legs back toward her head. Pinned under her Dragon, Gloria surrendered to his overpowering drive toward their shared ecstasy. 

Eventually, the lovers collapsed on one another and held on unable to speak and unwilling to let go as they drifted in their mutual fugue of lust and love. The sounds of felicity, her alto and his bass, settled under lips teasing damp skin. The writhing grind of bodies stilled. 

Headlights from a distance reached through the curtains illuminating the smoky dust in the room. The tiny particles of light sailed in the unseen currents of past movement and body heat. Stillness below collapsed the meandering ghost of light and the spirit of the room cascaded down like the last shuddering breath of a dying gazelle frozen in the lion’s maw. Gloria slept like dead. Raul panted at her side, the lion fully sated.

20 thoughts on “March of the Cybrids-26

  1. Um, do you think I could special order some of those dragon scale leggings and gauntlets? I think the gauntlets would serve me well in the kitchen when I do food prep, and I’d look like a total badass.

    I’m nearly out of breath after reading that love scene. Sheesh! You’ve got one hell of an imagination, Hyp. That was delicious.

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    1. Ha ha ha! You would rock those gauntlets and leggings. I actually saw the leggings and gauntlets on Pinterest. They looked totally badass too. I wish I had pinned the photos. I just said, Yep, there they are. I did add a little sci-fi cutting capability. I’m glad you enjoyed the scene. I always want more out of intimacy in the stories than just getting to the good parts. How Raul and Gloria interact and Gloria wanting to be comforted by Raul’s stroll through the future together seemed to me to be a better expression of not only their love for each other but taking one last moment together not knowing if tomorrow was just another day or their last day. That bonds people together in ways we can’t normally achieve. So, I am very relieved this didn’t go astray and I get a lot of thumbs down from the bad boy psycho demon biker love crowd. I don’t think I could meet expectations there 👹. Hmmmm…I could….no, I better not go over there and kick over the spittoon in that crowd. 😳🤭😬

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      1. Omg I bet they’re for sale somewhere on Etsy!

        That special bond and their interaction adds depth and takes the story to the next level. The reader becomes more emotionally attached to the characters, too. Ya that’d be like you kicking over a line of bikes like in Pee-wee’s Big Adventure!

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        1. Bwaaa haaa haaaa! Oh that mental image is grand. Me, showing my defiance, loosening training wheels, changing lock combinations, and switching front tires before pushing them over in a pile. Take that you rascally wanton tormentors of the old and slow! I never thought about Etsy. They have everything the big brands are afraid to sell. 🧛🏻‍♂️

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  2. I need to edit my own comment…can we get WP to let us do that? Too many little typo’s…got excited and my fingers were flying too fast…always happens…that’s what she tells me all the time! Gonna try to match the quality of this post by Thursday at the latest Hype…thanks for lighting a fire under my stay-at-home ass!

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  3. I know you work in like…deep state stuff…actual AI stuff…so did you hack into my home security system and download the video of what I was doing in bed last night? OMG, this is the perfect “sin” scene done to the detail of those knees being bent back to her shoulders…graphic, sensual, and you got me in knee deep bro! Fifty shades of Grey has nothing on you…this love scene is ready for tbe big screen staring Sharon Stone and Michael Douglas. Your skills as a writer, conveying passion with exquisite scene setting…as usual…is second to none! Can’t wait to get in my car and watch this at the drive in!! Eye to eye…a sweet musk filled the air…yes, you continue to push buttons on all the senses bringing me into their private life…I remember that smell all too well. Way to take me wayyyyyy back bro! Time a a drink while I revel in my own memories….

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    1. This comment is the ultimate drug for me Bro. To take one back to their own memories with a special someone is the very best I could hope for. My cousin who is a prolific writer with more published novels than I can count, told me to just put a little of myself in the scene. Add a little spice but let the reader do all the hard work. She sent me a scene from one of her books and I wrote back that I needed to see a Priest after reading it. She told me she needed to see a priest after she wrote it. That was the place to start and then back out until I was comfortable. I will tell you that every time I write a romantic scene I cringe and just have at it until I can say it won’t get me arrested and the readers might like it. I enjoy throwing in the scenery and engaging the senses. I live by the philosophy of when you love someone they should crave you in the middle of the day and when they wake up in the morning not ever thinking that making love is a duty to endure but rather thinking it was a dream come true. Of course timing is everything. My Gothic Vampiress had a little model Buddhist temple on the night stand with a green and red light. If the light was green the temple was open for visitation. If it was Red, well, visitation was over and the temple was closed. That red light almost never came on.

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      1. My Priest comment was a joke…if I recall correctly, she was a Nun. Okay. I’m gonna take your cousins advice but I think it comes naturally…all my characters are a piece of my fractured consciousness!

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        1. Yes that’s it, put a little of yourself in every character and you’ll bond with them and give them a life of their own which you have done with stunning success by the way. I always wanted to dress up as a vampire and take out a Vampiress dressed as a nun. I think that would make a great story.

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  4. Such an impressive performance of legato, leaving all readers enlivened, purring with ever swelling needs and wants, forever drifting in the fugue without moorings on the rocks of waves … Thank you Hype, the new words I encounter today from your masterpiece have surpassed all the vocabulary I learned from the 12-year compulsory education plus a second-rate university in China I attended. You said you’re a water goat, but it seems to me only a Fire Dragon with a goatee could possibly bring his readers to such climaxes of imagination, making all butterfly wings quivering and fluttering … One small doubt: Could Raul’s chest muscle be that dense? Since I seem recall you said he’s old (although wise). Forgive me for being a nuisance but such reassurance is needed, since the most part of your readers are dragon sisters, we just have to this kind of information to facilitate our fantasy in measuring every ripple on that chest, down to the last inch of convulsion across the stomach … 🐨🐧🦔

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    1. Thank you immensely Dot. I love your comments. I think you must have received high honors in your English language and literature education. Your writing is excellent and your humor divine. Raul is a Dragon Warrior male which means he is biologically enhanced to perform difficult tasks for extended periods. When I was in my youth, I exercised three times a day in the gym and running to stay fit for my job. When I would go to the medical clinic the nurses didn’t like me because my muscles were so dense, they had a hard time getting the needles in and then the shot would not disperse correctly and leak out. They always sent the young inexperienced nurses to me so they could find out their worst nightmare. With all that hands on struggling, it was difficult not to fall in love. Raul isn’t as fast and as strong as in his youth but he is still an impressive specimen. Surely, after he and Gloria retire and spend their lives sailing around, I do believe he will gain some weight and need to buy new clothes. Gloria will probably like him better when he gets a bit more cushioning.

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