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  Epilogue

  A Drogons’ Fate Series

  T.J. Quinn

  GTQ LLC

  Orlando, Florida

  Copyright © 2017 by T.J. Quinn

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

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  CONTENTS

  Brynjar & Eleanor

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Haakon & Rosalind

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Asgar & Sasha

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Colborn & Gil Ra

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Bonus Alien Bride

  Excerpt from Farsee:Commander's Mate

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  Brynjar & Eleanor

  Chapter 1

  Eleanor was lost in thoughts as she walked through the gardens, trying to get things in perspective. Her life had changed so much in such a short period; she was having trouble assimilating the whole thing.

  Her body hadn’t changed much, except for her fingernails that were black now and grew at will and the ridges on her forehead and temples, but she still felt a bit awkward with her body. Due to the incredible healing powers of the drogons, her spine injury had been cured and now she was able to walk as if she had never had problems to do so. And she had to admit she was more than happy with that part. The shifting part, on the other hand, was still a bit difficult to accept.

  She guessed it would take her time to fully accept the changes in her body and she was looking forward to the moment she would be able to share all those feelings with her friends, once they were converted as well. But she would have to wait for that. So far, she was the only one that had been converted.

  “I knew I was going to find you here,” Brynjar’s voice sounded right behind her.

  “Yes…” she chuckled. “This place helps me relax.” She accepted, looking around the lovely garden.

  “How are you feeling today?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her.

  “I’m alright. Adjusting to the changes I guess.”

  “You’ve never told me what you felt during the conversion,” hehe asked, kissing her forehead.

  “The whole thing is a huge blur in my mind,” she admitted. “I remember shutting down and then the heat rushing through my entire body. It wasn’t painful, though I felt as if I was burning alive.” She tried to put into words what she had felt. “Then it felt like an explosion and I don’t remember much more until I looked into your eyes.”

  “I have to admit it was one of the scariest moments I’ve ever faced in my life,” he confessed, pulling her closer to him.

  She nodded, rubbing her face on his chest.

  “I want to take you out of the city for a few days. Spend some time alone, just the two of us,” he suggested. “Would you like that?”

  She tilted her head up to look at him in the eyes. “Yes, of course, that sounds perfect.”

  “Beach or mountain?” he asked with a broad smile.

  “Mountain sounds good. Not very fond of the beach,” she admitted with a scowl. “The sun usually burns my skin.”

  "I doubt that would happen to you now, so you can choose the beach if you prefer it,” he pointed out.

  “No, I actually prefer the mountains.”

  “Then, mountains it is,” he kissed her lips and swirled with her in his arms.

  She chuckled happily, but when he stopped, she felt a bit dizzy all of a sudden.

  Brynjar noticed it immediately. “Are you alright?”

  “Just felt a bit dizzy for a second,” she admitted, closing her eyes for a moment, as the world kept swirling around her.

  He looked at her thoroughly and paled. She was way too pale, almost as if all of her blood had rushed out of her body.

  “We need to get you to a doctor,” he said picking her in his arms and displaying his wings in a matter of seconds. In no time, he was flying towards the hospital.

  “Brynjar… you’re overreacting,” she protested, but he didn’t listen.

  “I’m not taking any risks,” he assured her as he landed on the hospital’s entrance.

  He walked right in and asked the receptionist to call for Colborn.

  “Dr. Colborn hasn’t returned from his trip, my King,” the man reminded him.

  “Damn… yes, I had forgotten.”

  “Brynjar? What’s going on?” a woman’s voice sounded behind them and Brynjar turned around.

  “Oydis… how good to see you here,” he said, his voice revealing all the relief he was feeling. “Can you please check her? We were in the gardens and she suddenly felt dizzy,” he asked the woman.

  She signaled a room nearby. “Is she your válkana?” the woman asked as he put her on the examination table.”

  “Yes, she is. Eleanor, please meet Oydis, Asgar’s mother and an excellent doctor,” he introduced the women.

  “Oh… it's a pleasure knowing you. Sasha is my best friend. She has told me a lot about you,” Eleanor greeted the woman, with a faint smile. The dizziness hadn’t subsided completely.

  “Yes… she has told me about you, too.” She looked at Brynjar for a second before she focused her attention back on her. “What seems to be the problem?”

  “I felt a bit dizzy for a moment, and felt weak,” she explained to the older woman, fascinated with how young she looked. If she was Asgar’s mother, she had to be several years older than any of them, and yet, she didn’t look a year older than herself.

  She had been told the drogons didn’t age, but it was quite fascinating seeing it.

  "Let's get you on a scanner and see what's going on." The doctor decided. "I've read your medical history and in your case, I believe we should be extra careful."

  “Why do you say that?” Eleanor asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

  “You were in a very bad shape when you became one of us. And I believe no one has bothered to check if everything had healed properly,” she replied, in a scolding tone.

  "We had other things in mind," Brynjar confessed.

  “I know, and I understand,” Oydis nodded. “Let’s check and see.”

  She started scanning Eleanor's body thoroughly, in complete silence. "I thought I was going to see more similarities to our own bodies, now that you're converted,” she finally said when she was done. "You might have some of our features and as I was told you could shift, correct?"

  Brynjar and Eleanor nodded.

  “But your body still looks human.” She let out a sigh. “I’m not sure what I’m looking at, but apparently, there’s nothing w
rong with you,” she finally concluded. “Just take things slow as you adjust to all the changes you’ve suffered.”

  "Thank you. I told him he was overreacting, but he didn't listen,” Eleanor teased him.

  “We need to plan a small party at my place. Brynjar was always like a son to me and I want to celebrate his union with you as well as Asgar’s with Sasha,” the woman suggested.

  “Go ahead and plan it. I would be more than happy to be there,” he replied with a wide smile, feeling a bit calmer.

  “Perfect. I’ll let you know.”

  They left the hospital flying again and when they arrived at the palace, Eleanor was feeling great again.

  “When are Colborn and Gil Ra returning?” she asked Brynjar as he guided her to their rooms.

  "They should be here in two more weeks,” he replied as he closed the door behind them.

  “I truly hope they’ve succeeded in their mission,” she said with a sad smile.

  "I'm sure they did. The Slythonians can work miracles. After all, they brought you to me, didn't they?" he said, smiling.

  “Indeed, they did,” she accepted with a scowl. After all, she had been through; she would never see the lizards in a favorable light. She knew she wasn’t being fair, but Eskol had hurt her way too much.

  “Are you still up to going to the mountains?” he asked, with a naughty smile.

  “Yes, of course, if you promise not to freak out every time I feel a bit weak,” she said, smiling back. “My legs spent too many years without moving much, so it’s natural I’m not completely recovered. Allow me some time,” she asked him, willing to spend some joyous days, with no worries or concerns.

  “I guess you’re right. I just don’t want to lose you, that’s all,” he replied, this time in a serious tone.

  “I know and you won’t, believe me,” she assured him, cupping his face and getting on her tiptoes to kiss him.

  He picked her in his arms as he deepened the kiss for a few moments. “Then, we can leave tomorrow at the first hour. We’ll be all alone up there.”

  “That sounds just like paradise to me,” she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck, as he carried her to the bed.

  In a matter of seconds, he had them both naked and entangled in the passionate dance of their love. Kisses, nibbles, rubs and caresses drove them through the path towards their private paradise.

  After the conversion, Eleanor had noticed that her nipples were a lot more sensitive than they used to be and a simple graze of Brynjar’s tongue was enough to make her arousal peak to the roof. And he loved to indulge himself with her breasts, sucking, kissing and nibbling them, so by the time he reached her pussy, she was dripping wet and more than ready for him.

  But though his arousal was as powerful as hers, he wanted to take her higher; he wanted her to fly alone before he joined her in paradise.

  He buried his face between her legs and after pushing two fingers deep inside her, he started to play with her engorged clit. His coarse tongue relished on its flavor, so he spent several minutes licking, sucking and even nibbling it, combining every caress with a stroke of his fingers inside her. Soon, her whole body was arching up to meet his, as she felt the waves of the first orgasm wash over her. Her whole body convulsed and her walls clamped around his finger as she moaned out loud.

  His second cock came out pulsating and eager to take her and after he had lubed her back entrance, he positioned his cocks and took her with a swift motion, going all the way in, stretching her walls to make room for his cocks before he started thrusting in and out of her, dragging them both over the edge.

  Pleasure erupted between them submerging them in that ocean of bliss they always conjured until they were both panting and shuddering in the turmoil of bliss.

  Chapter 2

  They left the following morning to the mountains and Eleanor loved every moment of their stay. She had the time to learn more about him and his life and also about the planet and its people.

  The cabin where they stayed, was all made of wood, and its decoration was simple but a lot cozier than the one in the palace. She simply loved it.

  "This cabin was built by my ancestors when they first arrived at the planet," Brynjar explained. "According to what my father used to tell us, its structure was designed to please the king's soulmate."

  “It looks a lot like any cabin from my own planet,” she commented, walking through the ample stance that was some sort of combination between living room, dining room and kitchen. It even had some sort of fireplace, though it worked on gas or some similar fuel.

  “Do you like it?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

  “It’s perfect. And the best part is we’re all alone,” she said, turning around to face him and steal a sweet kiss, from his lips.

  “Yes… that makes me happy too. Being the king has its disadvantages.”

  She chuckled and kissed him again.

  "Come, let me show you the bedroom,” he said, picking her hand and dragging her to a staircase in a corner, which led to a second floor, where the bedroom mostly dominated the whole area.

  She let out a muffled cry when she discovered a canopy bed in the middle of the room. “Where did you get this bed? This is amazing,” she said, walking around the bed.

  “It’s from the same time the cabin was built,” he replied, puzzled with her reaction.

  “This has to have come from my planet. It’s just like any medieval canopy bed," she said, throwing herself onto the bed.

  “Perhaps you’re right. There aren’t many historical records from those days,” he replied, crawling into bed, over her.

  “I love it. Thank you for bringing me here,” she said, throwing her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

  “I’ll do anything in my power to make you happy, didn’t you know that, válkana?” he whispered, grazing his lips over hers.

  “The feeling is mutual, my love,” she whispered back, feeling the first surges of their passion rushing through her body.

  They seemed never to get tired of making love and each time felt better than the last.

  When they finally left the room, the sun was already going down on the horizon. They had taken a shower, and change clothes and they were ready to eat something.

  “Will we cook? Or can you order the food from a refectory?” she asked him as they arrived at the kitchen area, that clearly had been modernized with the passing of the time.

  “I’m afraid cooking is not one of my gifts,” he admitted with a scowl. “So, we’ll order the food. They can teleport it here.”

  “That sounds perfect. I’m not very good in the kitchen either. Being in a wheel chair makes things a bit more complicated and I delegated that task to Sasha. She was quite an expert,” she said, smiling at him.

  “You two sound inseparable,” he said, pulling the screen and displaying the menu to her.

  “We are, ever since we were just kids. You have no idea how happy I am we’re still together,” she confessed, with a shy smile.

  He kissed her forehead gently. “I’m happy for you too, válkana.”

  The following days at the cabin were fantastic. Brynjar took her hiking around the place, showing her the best places, showing her a bit more of his planet. Most of the time, they walked everywhere, but sometimes, he encouraged her to use her new wings.

  “All you have to do is ask your brain to display your wings, and it will,” he explained, once more to her.

  “But it will ruin my sweater,” she protested.

  He laughed out loud and turned around for her to see him display his own wings. His suit had two openings on the back, through which his wings came out, without tearing his clothes.

  “Now, I understand why you wear those boring suits,” she said, with a scowl.

  “I could have explained that to you,” he teased her.

  After that, she would wear one of those suits each time they would go hiking.

  Flying wasn’t as easy as it
seemed, and it required some practice until she was able to display her wings and jump into the air. The feeling of freedom wasn’t like anything she had ever experienced before and she loved it.

  Brynjar had taken the time to show her how to shift completely and to control her shifting. It was incredible and becoming a full drogon felt like nothing else. A surge of power and strength rushed through her body to the point she finally understood why they fought in wars that weren’t theirs. It was easy to feel you were invincible in that form, and nothing felt more logical than use those skills to help others fight their vicious enemies.

  It had happened one day, when they were standing at the top of a mountain, watching the snow fall, when he turned around to look at her.

  "I believe it's time for you to transform fully,” he said.

  At first, she didn’t quite understand what he was talking about until it dawned on her. "You mean a shift into a dragon?” she asked to confirm.

  “Into a drogon, yes,” he corrected her amused.

  “I have no idea how to do that,” she said, frowning.

  “That’s why I’m here to guide you, right?” he replied, with a smile.

  "But… here? It's cold up here,” she said looking at the top of the mountain. Everything was covered with a white cloak of snow, the ground, the trees underneath them, the rocks… everything.

  “Yes, I know, but there are no obstacles.” He pointed, signaling the cleared area.

  “Are you implying I might run into a tree?” she grumbled, remembering some of her first flights.

  He chuckled. “It’s a possibility, yes, and I would prefer to keep you as safe as possible.”

  She showed him her tongue, pretending to be hurt. “You have no trust in me.”

  He chuckled and hugged her. “You know I do,” he assured her. “Are you willing to try?”

  “Do I have to take off my clothes?” she asked, shuddering.

  “No, just let it be trashed. We’ll go back to the cabin after this, so you can fly there in your drogon form,” he explained.