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Keon, lazily, unsashed his shendyt and gave me the full view of his anatomy when he was completely hard.
The engineer portion of my brain mentally measured his proportions. Akoni was, overall, larger, but Keon was more perfectly proportioned, and his cock was flawlessly human. Akoni’s was... exotic, as were the balls. And Auryn, by comparison, was more elegantly proportioned and the peculiarities I’d noticed before I knew what he was became apparent. The texture of his skin, the shape of the shaft, the head, the way the foreskin folded back. Then there were the balls to consider—
My knees wanted to drop into the dirt and start exploring everything in much greater detail. Take some measurements. Get out from behind the desk and onto the work site. Tools in hand.
And damn, Keon was rude. Dirty dirty. Flashing me with that shendyt park-creeper-in-a-trench-coat style.
And made things even hotter. Fucking filthy.
Mahon said, “They’re leaving.”
Crap.
Keon, still holding the ties of his shendyt, brought his hands in front of himself slowly.
I peered around Keon’s thick bulk to look at Roost-Dad, who was still sitting criss-cross applesauce on the road with his tablet in one hand. If Mahon knew what we’d been doing, he showed zero indication he had noticed, or he cared.
Which meant he’d noticed. And he was determined to not care. Hell, maybe he didn’t care. Mahon was almost a thousand years old. On the other hand, Mahon still liked his private time with Dekka up in the garden.
As long as he didn’t offer commentary like Dekka similar towe waited until you’d gone three rounds, we were fine.
I’d taken sex ed in high school and the cosmos spare me from ever having another awkward conversation about my changing body andurgesever again.
The jade dragon moved to the side of the pony cart while one of the other dragons led the ponies away. The ponies leaned into their collars and, with a jerk, tugged the cart towards West to get the fans repaired.
“Time to get started,” Keon said.
Eight
One of the massive muscles in his quad twitched. Diverting blood flow. Clever. I shook out my arms and tried not to think about the situation between my thighs. “Right. Let’s get started with today’s exciting activity: breathing.”
Mahon indicated I should stand in the center of this particular fallow field, and a bit off to the left so I wasn’t directly under the fan assembly, and as far away from anything I might blow up (except for dirt) as possible.
Keon didn’t even bother to sash his shendyt shut. Instead, he looped it around his neck and nodded that I should head to the center of the field first. “I need another minute.”
“Can’t shift like that?” I muttered under my breath,mortified. He still had his back to Mahon.
“I can, but I’d rather not. Male dragon anatomy is internal. Until it’s not.”
I had no idea what he meant but it sure sounded uncomfortable. Come to think of it, when I was in dragon form, I didn’t have... what did I have? A cloaca? Which also basically translated tosewerin Latin.
Ah, the fun, sad, warped humor that you acquire when you decide to make potty water your career path.
The pup primers didn’t have any information on this. Maybe such delicate private matters were just too delicate and private for baby dragon books. Because the dragon primersalsoomitted mentions of magic, Affinities, homeworld, and any sort of Lemurian history. Theydidmention Earth (“topside”) and humans, but not in any great detail, beyond telling pups that humans didn’t know dragons existed, and you couldn’t go topside without special permission and preparation.
Then again, in dragon-form, my lower-lower body didn’t reallyexist. Like the terminal edge of my wings didn’t exist. It sort of disappeared into misty cloud, as far as I could tell. Like a ghost. So did I just fart chaos clouds, and that was how everything worked?
“What?” Keon asked.
“I just... you know what, never mind.” Note to self: ask A’ka. A’ka was a professional. A’ka would have diagrams. A’ka had probably explained this before.
I headed to the center of the field, peeling off my dress and dropping it by Mahon so it didn’t get too singed if I blew something up again.
Deep breath. Exhale. Deep breath. Exhale.
Keon came over, having shifted into his massive stone drake form. His breathing was a little wheezy that day. But his voice was steady when he asked, “Ready?”
I nodded.
