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That was… fucking amazing.
Dragons are not supposed to experience sexual fervor except during mating season, but I’m no longer just a dragon. The rules have changed. And what I experienced felt so incredible I refuse to tarnish it with regret.
Serylla touched me, pleasured me, and yet she would not let me speak the truth of my heart, or tell her how my feelings toward her have altered. So I keep silent while she lies open for me on the blanket. With my mouth and my fingers I cherish her, until she comes for me again, with the prettiest of little cries.
“Again?” I ask, ready to keep licking her—but she says, with a giggle, that twice is enough for now. Then she rises, collects the wedge of cheese, and walks out of the cave toward the nearest pool.
Serylla dips a toe in the steaming water and makes a breathless sound of delight. When she turns back toward me, I’m stricken senseless by the shape of her lithe form, uplit by the glow of the crystals from the pool. She looks radiant, unearthly. Almost divine.
“Come on, dragon.” She beckons to me as she breaks pieces off the huge wedge of cheese. She’s removing the bluish growth on its surface, bit by bit, until all that’s left is creamy yellow.
There’s a stretch of rough rock between me and the pool, which I’ll have to navigate on these skinny human limbs of mine. I managed to stumble through sand last time—surely I can traverse the cave floor with reasonable skill. I must try to walk gracefully and smoothly, like she does. Making a fool of myself certainly isn’t the way to win the Princess’s affection.
I start to rise, but my legs tangle and I sit back down, hard. It seems that this body works best when I’m not thinking about walking, talking, eating, or pissing. The spell that changed me must have included a certain level of instinct to aid with such functions. If I start thinking about the movements too much, I become clumsier. Not ideal for someone like me, who tends to overanalyze most things.
Maybe I should crawl to her. I’m used to walking on all fours. It might be less awkward than staggering and wobbling across the uneven floor of the cave.
I begin to crawl, and realize quickly that it is not less awkward. This body was not made to crawl. The edges and bumps of the rock hurt my knees, and my feet drag oddly behind me.
Serylla’s eyes are bright with amusement, her lips pinned tight as though she’s trying not to laugh. She sets the cheese on a stone and comes to the brink of the pool, propping her arms on a smooth part of its crystalline edge. “Here, dragon. Come on, boy. You can do it.”
“Why do I feel like you’re mocking me?” I growl.
She makes a saucy little kissing sound with her mouth. “Here, boy. Good dragon.”
“That’s ‘Prince Dragon’ to you.” I swing my legs into the pool and lower the rest of my body into it. My hair spreads out over the pool’s surface, soaking up the liquid instantly. I gather a handful, inspecting the soggy clump.
“The water feels good, doesn’t it?” asks the Princess.
“Yes, but I suspect its heat is less dramatic for me, since I regularly exude so much heat on my own.”
She shrugs, breaking a piece off the hunk of cheese and popping it into her mouth.
This water doesn’t sting as badly as the ocean did, but I still have a few wounds from the voratrice. They’re no longer raw, but covered with a sort of scaly, darkish material.
“Don’t pick at that,” Serylla warns. “It’s part of the healing process, a protective covering so the skin beneath can repair itself. The scaly part will come off on its own, once the healing is complete.”
I inspect my palms, one of which suffered a scratch from a rough bit of rock. “This skin is so ridiculously thin, like the skin of a berry.”
“We’ve vulnerable, it’s true,” she says quietly. “That’s the price we pay for feeling all the good things. You can’t be armored and sensitive to touch at the same time.”
“So to feel the most exquisite pleasure, one must also be exposed to the most horrific agony.”
“That’s what it is to be human.” She lays a palm flat against the water’s surface, then lifts it and watches the glittering drops rain from her fingers.
I copy her movements, enjoying the sensation of the rippling water. “In dragon form, my scales are sensitive to pressure, but it’s impossible to feel all the textures of objects, unless I use my tongue. And even that is far different than using these.” I hold up my wet fingers.
But a sorrowful thought must have entered her mind, because she barely acknowledges my comment. Her lashes sweep gloomily lower, shading her blue eyes, and her lips droop at the corners. She’s hurting again. But now I understand that there are ways to circumvent the pain when it becomes too terrible.
I move toward her through the water. “Shall I make you come a third time?”
“Um…” She flushes, glances away. “Not right now.”
“But you’re sad. Pleasure can fix it.”
“Pleasure is a distraction, like wine or food. It doesn’t eliminate the sorrow.” She plucks another bit from the cheese. “Open your mouth.”
I rear my head back, eyeing the food cautiously. “It smells odd.”
