Dragon Star

“You have to take her, Brother,” Zol shook his head, compassion in his gaze as he stared at the female. “There is no pain, save egg laying, that compares to this pain.”
“No,” she managed to gasp, understating what the two men were speaking of. “No taking.”
“The pain will continue to grow…” Zol insisted.
“No!” she screamed, letting out all of her frustrations and fears and pain in the shout. “No taking!”
“This pain will consume you!” Zen glared at the female, his manner becoming knowing and aloof.
“And what do you know of it?” she managed, her teeth gritted, her eyes narrowed into slits, her breath panting as she struggled to retain some dignity.
“I know, female, because I too have been through the mating anguish. I know because it took weeks for Father to find me. And I know because I too fought against my destiny. You need not suffer needlessly. Go to your mate with a willing heart and when we are all joined, we will create such beautiful children.”
“Joined?” she gasped as Zen began to stroke her hair and rub her lower back. His contact was amazingly, making the pain ease.
“Does she not know anything?” Zol asked, looking in amazement at his brother.
“She was not reared with her caregivers. I found her not far from a human settlement.” Zen spoke softly as she slipped his hand beneath the curtain that still, miracle that it was, remained on her body.
She started to complain, but the skin-to-skin contact was easing the pain more, and he was only touching her back. She relaxed a bit, unknowingly moving deeper into his warm caress.
“Joined?”