Page 19 of Desired By the Dragon

Flying would let me clear my head. The cold air. The dark night.

Yes, this was the right decision. I could feel it.

With a confident nod, I made for the door and strode to my path of freedom: the roof.

A few minutes later, cool night air was enveloping me and the lights of the town below glittered like gems as I soared overhead. A fine layer of mist hung in the air, wrapping around the clouds and my tail, and I dove in and out of the little air puddles, twirling and diving, even shooting a thin stream of fire out of my mouth to the awe of the spectators below — who likely assumed this was all part of the festivities in the lead up to the Halloween festival.

It suited me just fine, and maybe I got a little kick out of their obvious admiration.

Done showing off, I pushed my wings hard until I shot high up, twirling fast like an arrowhead as I aimed straight for the stars. The air was colder up here, but it didn’t affect me much with my thick hide. I coasted for a few minutes, stretching my wings fully and admiring the slither of moon visible through the cloud cover.

My head was clearer in this form, it was true, but I also felt my baser instincts more strongly. It didn’t seem so unreasonable to chase pleasure while I was like this, human worries falling away until I was left in my most raw emotional state. Strong. Secure. Like this, I trusted myself and my instincts.

But I couldn’t stay in this form forever, not without losing some of my humanity anyway. As a human, all I wanted was to be able to trust in myself, but I didn’t have a great track record there. I breathed heavily, steam flooding the air around me and tickling my snout.

A shadow fell over me and I banked to the left, coming up hard so I could see my flight buddy.

Purple scales shone in the dark, rippling in shades of indigo that made the colors of the night sky look richer. They were large, bigger than me, and when icy blue eyes stared back at me from the purple-scaled face, I knew for sure.

Max.

Had he told me to come flying, knowing he would be here waiting? Had I known that too, deep down?

His wing stroked mine and I acquiesced to the request, dipping beneath him so we flew together as one unit. We moved without thought, easily interpreting the other’s needs and matching our speed precisely. When he shifted to bank toward the wooded area, I followed.

My heart raced and my tail swished with the energy that overtook me. The heat felt different in this form. Like a nudging hand, a gentle guide, rather than the incessant tug and dousing electricity I felt in my human form. But it was there, and I was done ignoring it.

Max circled and then landed, leaving enough room for me to do the same in the shadow of the trees.

He shifted back into his human form and my claws dug into the dirt as I landed, kicking up leaves with my flicking tail as I eyed him. He smiled, the look somehow hungry, and he must have been thinking the same thing about me, except I was currently in my dragon form and he was snack-sized.

I let the change fall back over me, the slight shimmer of magic returning me back to my human shape. Like me, he wore only sleep clothes, a loose pair of pajama bottoms all that protected him from the night. My thin tank did little to hide the arousal rippling through my body, turning the earlier calm desire into a raging inferno. My nipples pebbled, goosebumps ran across my skin, and I knew if he didn’t touch me right then, I might die.

“Nice night for a flight,” Max said, the words casual even as his eyes tracked my every movement with lethal precision. His nostrils flared and I knew he could probably smell how wet I was, how much I needed this.

Him.

I took a step forward and the new vantage point highlighted the cut of his chest, the swirling tattoos in an old language that was probably used by the dragons at one point or another. He breathed raggedly, hands curling and uncurling at his sides like he was barely holding himself back, and I wondered what a Max unraveled, untethered, looked like.

I hoped I was about to find out.

The thick outline of him stood out against the thin material of his pajama bottoms and I clenched around air, unable to help the reaction and its identical follow up when he smirked.

“Come here, Kiernan.”

I obeyed, and the first touch of our skin was like a match to tinder. My hands dragged him closer and instinct took over. Our mouths fused together, his tongue tasting mine, his name guttural on my lips before he kissed the sound away.

A tree hit my back and my legs curled around his waist as I arched into him desperately. Maybe any other time I would have wanted to go slow, to taste as much of him as possible— but tonight, need overrode everything else.

My bare breasts greeted the air and his mouth descended, closing around one nipple and then the other, making me gasp. Control fraying, my claws dug into the tree bark behind me, and I knew he felt similarly when his bottoms dropped to the ground and I realized he’d partially transformed.

Purple scales encased the strong muscles of his thighs, mixing in with the dark tattoos across his body, and in place of his human cock was two similar to the red dildo he’d gifted me, purple and ridged — but bigger. A lot bigger.

A rush of wetness slicked the space between us, my body preparing for him, and one length slid through my arousal, the heady warmth of him exactly what I’d been craving the other night.

“Yes,” I groaned and his growl was half-feral, half dark-chuckle as he filled me. I clung to the trunk behind me with both arms, letting Max support my weight entirely as he spread my thighs apart in the air, claws pricking the sensitive skin of my inner thighs where he gripped me.

Two heads nudged at my entrance as he pulled back and entered me again and my body milked him, trying desperately to swallow him whole, demanding more. The slow, measured strokes were quickly replaced by a faster pace, the thick length of him stretching me more than the dildo had, and the friction of his ridged barbs wrung little sparks of pleasure from deep inside my pussy.