Fire Dragon's Baby (Dragon Shifter Scifi Alien Romance) (Elemental Dragons Book 1) by Juno Wells, Scarlett Grove Page A
Authors: Juno Wells, Scarlett Grove
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we cannot leave our lands to go get them.”
“What do you suggest, Prince Salvatt?” Elait asked.
“Have them impregnated before leaving their planet. That way, our females will bring heirs when they arrive,” Salvatt answered.
“It would only take a message craft a few weeks to transport biological samples to the wormhole, rather than the year it would take a Bride Ship,” Magmus mused. “I can see the benefits of your plan, Salvatt.”
“We would all go mad, waiting a year for our mates to arrive,” Shay said. “The mating impulse would tear us apart in that time.”
“If the females begin the mating ritual and bear our young, I believe we can survive the impulse long enough for our brides to arrive,” Salvatt said.
“You have no proof of that,” Shay said.
“The ritual begins when the mate rubs the seed on her skin. This should be enough to soothe the dragon. If we do not enrage the dragon by looking on her or thinking of her until she arrives, then we will be safe from the thrall,” said Magmus.
“If you believe this can work, Magmus, I will agree to the plan,” Shay relented.
“We must inform the Mating Council of our decision,” Elait said, his silver eyes flashing like a lightning strike.
Salvatt flicked his finger across the stone table, bringing up the three-dimensional hologram of the home screen. He flicked through screens until he came to the application that allowed him to communicate with the Draconian Mating Council, who were light years away on Earth. He pressed the button and let it ping.
“Draconian Mating Council, how can I help you?” The voice of the council secretary rang through the hall.
“This is Prince Salvatt Dorr of Galaton with the Council of Princes. We have received the invitation for Galaton to enter the mating lottery,” he began.
“I will gather any available council members, Princes. Please stand by.”
A moment later, the holographic image of a robed Draconian minister hovered above the stone table.
“What is your concern, Princes? Are you not pleased to be included in the lottery?” The minister expressed himself accommodatingly as he addressed them wearing his long, formal robe.
“We are enthusiastic about the prospect of bringing brides to our planet. These last thirty years have been torturous as we've waited for your decision.”
“We bow to the wisdom of the council,” Elait said, cutting in.
“Indeed, we do,” Salvatt continued. “However, we have realized that the time it would take for our brides to arrive would surely kill us all. The mating impulse will not wait for our females to travel. We would all surely go mad and perish before their arrival.”
“Then you should each come to claim them yourselves,” the minister said.
“That is impossible. The entire planet is in a state of unrest. Our last female died last year. Ever since, the citizens of Galaton have been in uproar. Our lords threaten to take our thrones at every turn. We cannot leave our kingdoms to travel to Earth. The females must come to us,” Salvatt said.
“We've arrived at a solution to this problem,” Magmus said.
“What do you propose?” the minister asked.
“Message crafts travel a thousand times faster than transport ships. We can send a craft full of our seed through the wormhole to Earth in a tiny fraction of the time. The human females can then be inseminated on Earth. They can rub our genetic signature into their flesh to begin the mating ritual before departure. It will ease the mating impulse by starting the genetic connection both dragon and bride require. If we do not contact the brides, we can keep our dragons placated. When the brides do arrive on Galaton, they will be heavy with our heirs. This will take care of multiple issues at once.”
“I can see how this might be a solution, Princes. But be aware, the job of the Mating Council is to ensure the health, happiness, and safety of our human brides. We do not tolerate their
“What do you suggest, Prince Salvatt?” Elait asked.
“Have them impregnated before leaving their planet. That way, our females will bring heirs when they arrive,” Salvatt answered.
“It would only take a message craft a few weeks to transport biological samples to the wormhole, rather than the year it would take a Bride Ship,” Magmus mused. “I can see the benefits of your plan, Salvatt.”
“We would all go mad, waiting a year for our mates to arrive,” Shay said. “The mating impulse would tear us apart in that time.”
“If the females begin the mating ritual and bear our young, I believe we can survive the impulse long enough for our brides to arrive,” Salvatt said.
“You have no proof of that,” Shay said.
“The ritual begins when the mate rubs the seed on her skin. This should be enough to soothe the dragon. If we do not enrage the dragon by looking on her or thinking of her until she arrives, then we will be safe from the thrall,” said Magmus.
“If you believe this can work, Magmus, I will agree to the plan,” Shay relented.
“We must inform the Mating Council of our decision,” Elait said, his silver eyes flashing like a lightning strike.
Salvatt flicked his finger across the stone table, bringing up the three-dimensional hologram of the home screen. He flicked through screens until he came to the application that allowed him to communicate with the Draconian Mating Council, who were light years away on Earth. He pressed the button and let it ping.
“Draconian Mating Council, how can I help you?” The voice of the council secretary rang through the hall.
“This is Prince Salvatt Dorr of Galaton with the Council of Princes. We have received the invitation for Galaton to enter the mating lottery,” he began.
“I will gather any available council members, Princes. Please stand by.”
A moment later, the holographic image of a robed Draconian minister hovered above the stone table.
“What is your concern, Princes? Are you not pleased to be included in the lottery?” The minister expressed himself accommodatingly as he addressed them wearing his long, formal robe.
“We are enthusiastic about the prospect of bringing brides to our planet. These last thirty years have been torturous as we've waited for your decision.”
“We bow to the wisdom of the council,” Elait said, cutting in.
“Indeed, we do,” Salvatt continued. “However, we have realized that the time it would take for our brides to arrive would surely kill us all. The mating impulse will not wait for our females to travel. We would all surely go mad and perish before their arrival.”
“Then you should each come to claim them yourselves,” the minister said.
“That is impossible. The entire planet is in a state of unrest. Our last female died last year. Ever since, the citizens of Galaton have been in uproar. Our lords threaten to take our thrones at every turn. We cannot leave our kingdoms to travel to Earth. The females must come to us,” Salvatt said.
“We've arrived at a solution to this problem,” Magmus said.
“What do you propose?” the minister asked.
“Message crafts travel a thousand times faster than transport ships. We can send a craft full of our seed through the wormhole to Earth in a tiny fraction of the time. The human females can then be inseminated on Earth. They can rub our genetic signature into their flesh to begin the mating ritual before departure. It will ease the mating impulse by starting the genetic connection both dragon and bride require. If we do not contact the brides, we can keep our dragons placated. When the brides do arrive on Galaton, they will be heavy with our heirs. This will take care of multiple issues at once.”
“I can see how this might be a solution, Princes. But be aware, the job of the Mating Council is to ensure the health, happiness, and safety of our human brides. We do not tolerate their
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