She does not fight.
She burrows.
Her thick, smooth thighs slide over my lap, straddling my hips, and she presses her cold face directly into the juncture of my neck and shoulder. Her soft hands grip the scales on my back, pulling herself so close that I can feel the rapid beat of her heart against my chest.
When she begins to rub herself against me, a slow slide of her pelvis over my painfully hard cock, I decide it might be worth dying like this.
A snarl builds deep in my throat, and my nostrils flare as her pheromones hit my brain.
What is this human’s strategy?
I stare straight ahead into the dark, unsure of my next move. Is she attempting to break my resolve by weaponizing her naked heat against my waist?
She’s wet. Her cunt’s moisture soaks my leather pants, and I’m seconds from losing my control and ability to protect her.
I’m the only one who can sate her need.
She lets out a pathetic sigh, her warm breath gusting across my neck scales, sending a violent shudder straight down myspine. She snuggles closer, her skin burning with the fever of the venom, still seeking my body heat.
I do not know this human maneuver. I do not know how to fight a female who defeats my defenses by simply melting against my chest.
Slowly, my hands hovering over her curved waist, I allow my arms to wrap around her, holding her soft frame. I flare one wing out, curving the dark red membrane over our heads, sealing us away from the freezing wind and the eyes of the drones.
My cock pulses violently beneath her in a skithing frenzy, but I force my eyes shut, locking my fangs into my lower lip until I taste blood.
I will survive the night. I will protect my strange, beautiful human and her mysterious pink foot-feathers. But if she does not stop rubbing her sweetness against my cock, the Draegon king will not need to assassinate me—I will spontaneously combust right here in the mud.
She wriggles closer, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t control the need rushing through my blood.
The minute she rolls over, locking eyes with me, I go stiff, then shudder.
I have disgraced myself in front of the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen.
The wet, heavy warmth blooming inside my pants is shameful.
I have spilled my seed like an undisciplined hatchling.
The physical release shudders through the core of my spine, the rapid, franticskithingof my anatomy suddenly halting as my spend soaks into the heavy leather of my pants. The sheer intensity of the climax leaves my chest heaving, my muscles locked in a mortified paralysis.
I have stared down heavy artillery and the fire of elite Roth soldiers without so much as flinching. Yet this wingless humanfemale—clothed in nothing but silk and mud—has entirely dismantled my autonomy with a single look.
My female blinks up at me through the gloomy red shadows cast by the interior of my wing. We may not be able to speak, and she may be wearing strange clothing, but it’s clear she is far from stupid. Intelligence sparks in every glance she graces me with.
There’s no doubt she registered the violent tremor that just turned my entire world upside down.
I hang my head in shame, only for her to place that soft, soft hand on my cheek, forcing me to meet her gaze.
She tilts her head, her red-brown eyebrows knitting together in confusion. Words spill out of her, a mellifluous chatter I cannot hope to understand. She reaches out a strange flat-nailed finger, tentatively touching the rigid scales on my chest.
If she looks down,if she scents the shamefulness of what my body has just done, she will reject me.
She lets out a small, puff of air, a tiny sound that makes me want her all over again, and shifts her weight. The movement rubs her smooth outer thigh directly over the damp, ruined front of my trousers.
A desperate grunt escapes my clenched teeth.
I cannot tell her the venom from my talons has accelerated her body’s natural chemistry. I cannot explain that her magnificent hips are a weapon I have no defense against.
I can only sit here, motionless beneath my wing, praying to the ancestors that the freezing night wind dries my uniform before the mechanical flying eyes zoom closer to broadcast my shame to the entire galaxy.
