Dragon Conjurer 6, page 20
“Huh.” Zahra thought for a second as she took an unladylike bite of her rabbit mulukhiya. “I never thought to try that, but it’s a really good idea.”
“O-m-g,” Steffi giggled beside me as the Egyptian-American girl shoveled food into her mouth. “She even eats with the same intensity that Nick does.”
I tried to hide a snorting laugh with a harsh cough, and I lifted my glass to sip at my ice water.
“Sorry,” I said as everyone at the table turned to look at me. “Wrong pipe.”
My girls smirked at me, and Steffi giggled quietly behind her hand.
“You should definitely try it,” Nick said as he launched right back into his conversation with Zahra. “There are millions of little seeds buried in the dirt, I bet if you can harness their power, it’d be like in Fern Gully when Krista makes everything bloom.”
“Ohhhh,” Zahra moaned as if she’d taken a bite of the most deliciously decadent cake. “I looooove Fern Gully.”
“Right?” Nick laughed. “It’s such a classic.”
My girls, the MIA cadets, and I listened quietly for a while longer as Nick and Zahra gushed back and forth about their favorite plants and which animes were the most underrated. It was obvious to anyone that these two were truly meant to be together. They were adorable, and now that they’d both gotten over their initial nerves of meeting one another, I suspected it was going to be a real challenge to get them apart.
A short pang of sadness flashed through my heart as my mind stubbornly reminded me that, sooner or later, we’d have to return to AIMM. I argued back at myself that Zahra was American as well as Egyptian, and that I’d do whatever I could to foster a transfer for her to AIMM, even if it took forever.
She’d said herself that she missed being in the U.S.
After a little while, the pair’s conversation shifted away from the pros and cons of early Death Note versus the later episodes and the Netflix version, and then they began discussing the current status of monster attacks at MIA.
“I didn’t expect things to be this… intense,” Zahra said.
“We have not gotten all of the information while Binta and I were away in Tanzania,” Bo said. “What has been going on here?”
“Well, I’ve only been here a few weeks,” Zahra said with a slight frown. “So, I don’t really have anything to compare it to, but other cadets have been coming back with way more injuries than I would have expected when Headmaster Mahrous first brought me to MIA.”
“That is not how it usually goes.” Binta nodded. “Monster attacks have been ramping up lately.”
“It seems like there have been a lot of attacks in the same couple of spots, too,” Zahra said.
“What do you mean?” Ronin asked.
“I keep hearing the same names whenever a mission comes up,” Zahra explained. “Harat in Libya, Port Ghalib, and a lot in Eritrea. I guess I expected things to be more… spread out? More isolated? But the attacks keep happening in the same areas.”
“Almost like there are targeted areas…” Steffi pondered quietly.
“What’s that?” Nala asked as she nibbled on a double chocolate chunk cookie.
I smirked and gestured to my own lip to let her know she had melted chocolate on her mouth, and the dark beauty smirked back before she slowly dragged her tongue across her bottom lip. I swallowed hard and chugged half my water glass down, and as Nala snickered a bit, I cleared my throat and focused back on my fairy-girl.
“I was just thinking…” Steffi mused. “It sounds like the monsters are targeting specific areas. I wonder if there’s a link between these locations, either in their geography, or topography, or the kinds of resources in the area. I don’t know… it was just a thought.”
“I think it is a thought worth thinking about,” Elisabeth said.
“Yes.” Ronin nodded. “You may be on to something.”
“I agree, monsters seem to be attacking the same few locations,” I said and glanced around the table to confirm my thoughts. “Is that a new occurrence around here?”
“It is,” Binta said. “As far as I am aware, MIA has never noticed any kind of pattern before in monster activity.”
“It has always been rather random in the past,” Bo agreed.
“Then, if things are changing like that…” I said. “There’s probably more to it.”
“Maybe you should ask Dr. Hastings about it when we get back to AIMM,” Nick suggested with a wink. “You said she wanted to see you, right?”
“Yeah.” I smirked at my best friend. “She wanted to know more about the Jorogumos’ nest and the queen.”
“Then you should ask about a pattern of attacks.” Steffi nodded. “Now that I think about it, I wonder if there’s been any kind of hot spots for activity in the States.”
“That is a good question,” Ronin agreed.
“I hadn’t really thought about it or paid any attention to where attacks were,” Steffi said as she twisted a pink lock of hair around the tip of her finger. “But I also never really pay attention to where the other teams are sent. We’re always so busy running around for our own missions.”
“It definitely sounds like it’s worth looking into,” I said.
I glanced over at Zahra and Nick to find they had delved back into their own conversation. Nick had angled his chair toward the Egyptian girl, and Zahra had turned her entire body to face toward my best friend. The dark-haired girl had pulled her legs up onto her chair to tuck one underneath her, and she’d pulled the other leg close to her chest.
I tuned into the conversation for a moment just to check how the nymph was doing.
“Dahlias are way prettier than irises,” Nick said with confidence.
“They’re both really pretty,” Zahra agreed. “But neither of them is more useful than a thorny rosebush.”
“Can you make flowers grow a lot bigger than they’re supposed to be?” Nick asked with wide eyes. “Like could you make a rose grow to the size of a mammoth sunflower?”
“I don’t know,” Zahra laughed. “I’ve never tried before.”
“You should definitely try it.” Nick nodded.
“We could go out to the courtyard… I mean, if you want?” Zahra blushed slightly.
“Yeah.” Nick smiled. “That sounds really good.”
Nick glanced around the table and caught my eye, and he grinned at me like a love-sick puppy.
“Is everybody done with dinner?” I asked the table in general.
“Yeah, I’m done,” Nala said as she licked a bit of chocolate from her fingertips.
“Me, too,” Steffi said in a singsong voice.
“It was truly delicious,” Ronin said with admiration. “The chefs here are superb.”
“I agree,” Elisabeth said. “Excellent food, and wonderful recipes I have never had the pleasure of experiencing before.”
“I am glad you enjoyed it.” Binta smiled.
“I will be sure to tell Chef that the Dragon Conjurer and his team enjoyed the meal.” Bo grinned.
A bubbly giggle burst from Zahra’s lips, and I turned to look at my best friend as he leaned in close to whisper something to the dark-haired girl. A smile of pure elation spread over his face as Zahra leaned back and nodded enthusiastically at Nick.
“We’re gonna go out to the courtyard and try out a few things,” my best friend said. “With the plants, I mean. Uhh… yeah.”
Nick shook his head, and Nala cackled at him.
“Okay, have fun.” I smirked. “We’ll catch up with you guys later.”
The new couple rose from their seats with their fingers intertwined, and Nala’s jaw practically hit the table top, but she recovered quickly enough to appear absolutely casual about this.
“It was great to meet you all,” Zahra said, and she walked off with my best friend happily trailing beside her.
We watched the two walk away together as they leaned in close to one another, and I knew I’d done really good.
“Ohhhh, my god,” Nala giggled after a moment. “Did Nick just bag a girl that gorgeous in a single date? They were holding hands already!”
“He’s pretty smooth when he wants to be,” I chuckled.
“They’re so stinking cute!” Steffi squealed.
“I am happy for Nick.” Ronin smiled softly.
“They make a really cute couple,” Elisabeth agreed.
“I hope Mahrous has a soft spot for true love,” Bo chuckled.
“How could anyone with a heart break apart such a perfect match?” Binta mused.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” I suggested. “They just met, let’s… let those two figure out what they’re up to, alright?”
“But the haaaands,” Nala groaned. “Dylan, I never imagined Nick holding hands with a girl, but now I can’t unsee it. It’s too cute.”
“You’re such a romantic,” Steffi snickered.
“Am not,” the dark beauty scoffed, and she forced a careless expression as she patted her dark curls. “I’m just saying… go Nick.”
“Come on, let’s clean up and head back to the room,” I laughed, but I was secretly trying not to fanboy as much as Nala right now, and I felt rather smug about the whole thing. “I think I’ve had about zero time to relax all day, and I could really use some chill time.”
“Sounds good to me,” Steffi mused. “Maybe we can watch a movie or something.”
“MIA has a server filled with all kinds of movies and TV shows you can choose from,” Bo said. “I can show you how to access it.”
“That’d be great,” Steffi said to Bo.
“Yes, thank you,” Ronin agreed.
“No problem.” Bo smiled. “Our rooms are actually very close to yours, so it is of no inconvenience.”
We stood from the table, and I followed Bo and Binta’s lead and left our trays on the table, and I figured the main Academy had kitchen staff that would come around and clear up the dishes, unlike the secondary outpost in Tanzania. Then we strolled through the dining hall together.
Ronin slipped her hand into mine as we walked down the long corridors toward our rooms, and she stretched up on her tiptoes as far as she could to reach me.
“I want you,” my Japanese girl whispered to me.
My skin got hot, and my dick went immediately hard as I glanced down at Ronin.
The Samurai warrior smiled up at me with mischief clear in her dark eyes as she bit down on her bottom lip.
“What should we watch?” Steffi asked as we filed into the common room of our temporary dorm.
“I want something funny,” Nala said. “And I’m gonna make popcorn!”
I finally looked around the common room for the first time and saw that it was similar in size to our suite back home at AIMM, but instead of a full kitchen, there was just a mini-fridge, a small shelf of snacks, and a microwave along the back wall. There were five separate doors that led out of the main common room, and I guessed there were four bedrooms and a shared bathroom.
“A comedy sounds lovely,” Elisabeth agreed.
“There is a great comedy selection on the server,” Binta said as she claimed the squishy loveseat to the right of the couch.
“I cannot possibly sit through an entire movie and be expected to keep my hands off you,” Ronin murmured quietly to me.
“Which room?” I asked her softly. I assumed she was sharing with one of my other girls again like they’d done in Tanzania.
“This way,” Ronin purred as she grabbed hold of my hand.
The Japanese beauty practically dragged me behind the couch and to the left of the room before she shoved open a door and yanked me inside.
I heard a distinctive wave of giggles from Nala, Steffi, and Elisabeth as Ronin kicked the door closed behind her. Not that it mattered, they would have known exactly what Ronin and I were up to.
Then someone in the common room turned the volume of the TV up a little more than necessary, and I could hear the thunderous opening music of 20th Century Fox playing.
“You have not given me the attention I deserve since we left America, Dylan,” Ronin said with a teasing pout. “I am very cross with you.”
So… it was going to be a playful night with my Japanese girl. I could roll with that.
“I’m so sorry, babe,” I said with as much mock regret as I could muster. “Things have just been so crazy.”
“You will just have to find a way to make it up to me,” Ronin teased as she dipped her fingers into the waistband of her black shorts. Then she placed her hands firmly on my shoulders and shoved me down onto the bed.
I leaned back on the comfortable bed and settled in to enjoy the show, and my petite Japanese girl slowly popped the buttons on her pink blouse and slipped the soft fabric down over her pale shoulders.
“God, you’re so sexy,” I murmured as a rush of heat flashed over my skin.
Ronin’s full breasts were barely contained in the lacey cups of her pastel pink bra. She moved her slender fingers down from her shoulders and caressed them softly over the smooth skin of her stomach toward the single button of her shorts. Then the Japanese beauty quirked an eyebrow teasingly at me, and her fingers stalled on the button.
“You tease.” I grinned at Ronin’s extra playful mood tonight.
“I thought, since you have made me wait,” the dark-haired girl cooed. “I should make you wait, too.”
“I suppose that’s only fair,” I murmured as I raked my eyes down every inch of creamy skin I could find.
Ronin smiled sweetly, and she finally popped the button on her shorts and tugged the zipper down at the speed of molasses in the dead of winter. The Japanese girl bit down on her lower lip as she dipped her fingers into the waistband and started to push the black shorts down her luscious thighs.
Liquid fire flowed down my spine and pooled low in my gut as I watched the sexy Samurai slowly strip for me. My cock pressed painfully against the front of my jeans, and I had to force myself to stay where I was on the bed.
“I have been thinking about this since the flight from California,” Ronin purred, and she stepped out of her shorts to stand before me clad only in her lacey pink bra and panties. She kicked her shoes off as she moved closer to the bed, and then she crawled over my body on all fours.
“What were you thinking about?” I asked softly, and I raised my hands to caress up the smooth skin of my Japanese girl’s sides.
“Your hands on my ass,” Ronin whispered in my ear. She braced herself on one hand as she danced the other across my body, and she made sure to linger a little where Beyblade curled up on my chest.
Intense waves of pleasure coursed out from my fire dragon and raced through my veins, and I reached up to take hold of Ronin’s shapely hips to bring her down to me. I stifled an animalistic groan as her slight weight finally settled on my groin, and my hips tilted up involuntarily against her heat.
“Are you asking for a spanking, you bad girl?” I leaned up to whisper in Ronin’s ear, and I nuzzled my nose into her long, glossy hair. “You smell so good.”
“I am a very naughty girl,” Ronin sighed, and she arched her lower back. “I need you to straighten me out.”
“I can do that,” I growled low in Ronin’s ear. Then I gripped her hips tight and pulled her down harder on my crotch once more before I picked her up and deposited her back on her hands and knees on the bed. “I’ll spank that ass until it’s bright red.”
“Mmm, yes, please,” Ronin moaned as she looked back at me over her shoulder. Then she wiggled her hips invitingly at me and chewed seductively on her bottom lip.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.
Ronin was so goddamn sexy, and I already felt like I was at the edge of my sanity with arousal. My dick ached with the thumping pulse of my heart as I tugged my shirt off over my head, and Ronin watched me with heavy-lidded eyes as a pink blush spread across her adorably freckled cheeks.
Then she folded her arms on the mattress and leaned her shoulders down so the perfect globes of her lace-covered ass stuck up in the air for my appreciation.
I kicked my shoes off and stepped forward to lay my right hand gently on the small of her back, and I leaned forward to press my hardened length against the curve of her ass as I caressed her back lovingly. Then I shifted to the side and moved my left hand away only to slap my palm hard against the creamy skin of her cheek.
“Yesssss,” Ronin moaned, and the sound of skin on skin bounced around the room. Then the dark-haired girl turned over her shoulder to look at me again. “Another? Pleeease?”
“Whatever my girl wants,” I murmured as I reared back for another swing. “My girl gets.”
I slapped my palm hard against her ass in the same exact spot twice more until her ass was bright red and the shape of my hand was clear on her porcelain skin.
Ronin moaned with every spank, and her breaths kicked up in a harsh rhythm. Her shiny black hair fell down around her shoulders like rivers of satin as she leaned her head back in pleasure, and I raked my gaze over the feline shape of her.
“Your hands feel so good on me,” my Japanese girlfriend moaned. “And my pussy is so wet.”
“That’s fucking hot,” I breathed, and I slid my left hand around the curve of Ronin’s ass cheek to the crotch of her panties. I was not disappointed, and I found her pink panties were soaked with her sweet juices already. “Oooh, babe, you’re so wet.”
“Touch me, Dylan,” Ronin gasped and nudged her hips back against my fingers to beg for what she wanted.
I held her in place firmly with my right hand as I tugged her wet panties a bit to the side, and I slid my middle finger teasingly through her slick folds.
“Oooooh, yeeeessss,” Ronin groaned, and she arched her back in search of the friction she so desperately needed. “More, pleeeease?”
“You’re so hungry tonight,” I hummed. Then I leaned over her as I sank my finger completely into her tight tunnel and gripped her hip harder with my other hand.
Ronin pressed her ass harder against my hand, and I slid another finger into her dripping tunnel. Then I coaxed my fingers against the front wall of her pussy and massaged into her g-spot, and I moved my right hand around to the front of her thighs and found her clit.
