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I spread my legs and swipe my cum-covered fingers into my pussy. Then I scoop up some more of his cum and put that into my opening as well. I don’t think it’s deep enough in me to cause a pregnancy, but the dragon seems satisfied, for now. He collapses in the nest, with his neck stretched out long and his tail draped limply over the edge. His cock is once more tucked away where it belongs, and I can’t help feeling a little relieved about that.
By the time I’ve finished washing myself in the stream and pulling on my dress, he’s breathing slowly, sound asleep. I suppose he exhausted himself.
I lie down beside his long neck, near his head. The slow hum of his breath relaxes me, and I stroke my hand along the flat scales shielding the underside of his throat.
“You did it,” I whisper. “You made it through without hurting me. Which means you can do it again. We’ll work through this together, as many times as we need to.”
25
I awaken in human form, my cock already hard. But I don’t mention it or touch the Princess. I wash myself with soap as I’ve seen her do, and I get dressed before she wakes up.
Serylla cooks us food again, while I dispose of the cum-stained grass from the nest. Then I worry over the swollen stream, which is beginning to overflow its bed slightly and trickle along the cave floor. Next time I’m in dragon form, I must carve the groove even deeper, to keep our resting place from being flooded. That is, if I can control myself next time I shift.
I remember everything I was thinking, what I felt, and what I almost did to Serylla. I came far too close to hurting her, and I can’t bear the knowledge that she saw me in that feral state, dripping with need, mad with the urge to mate.
“The food is ready,” she says. “Come and eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” I keep my back to her, my eyes on the stream.
For several moments she’s quiet, and then I hear the patter of her bare feet on the stone.
“Fuck this.” She steps across the stream and faces me. “You’re embarrassed. I understand. But we’re both alright. I’m not angry, and I’m not scared of you.”
“You must be disgusted.”
She tilts her head aside and gives me one of her adorable half-smiles. “No. The mating heat is not something you chose. It’s part of your nature, and if you were allowed to experience it normally, with another dragon, it would be a beautiful, passionate thing, not a frightening one. You didn’t want to hurt me, so you struggled against it, and you won. I admire that strength.”
Her acceptance stuns me. I can’t seem to form words in response.
“Come eat.” She takes my hand, laces her slender fingers between my clawed ones, and leads me over to the food—chopped vegetables and fried, salted meat. It is delicious. While we eat, she keeps humming snatches of melody, then frowning intently, her gaze distant.
“Are you composing a song?” I ask.
“Sshh.” She puts a finger to her lips, frowning deeper. “Ah, you made me lose the phrase I was thinking of. I wish I had paper and pens, and ink.”
“I could carve the words for you.”
“In the stone? No, no, they’re not ready to be committed to existence so permanently. I have to play with it more first.”
And I would like to play with you more. Once again, I’m having difficulty controlling myself—her mouth looks too damn luscious as it forms silent words. Then she pops a berry between her lips, and fuck… I nearly come in my pants. Hastily I rise and walk straight to the cave entrance. A vicious wind drives the cold rain over my body, soaking my clothes.
“Kyreagan.”
“You have to stop saying my name,” I snarl without turning around. “And stop talking. And eating. And sitting like that.”
“So… I need to stop existing. Is that what you’re saying?”
“No, but—why do you have to look so beautiful all the damn time? By the bones, it’s enough to drive anyone mad.”
I bow my head to the wind and rain, letting it slick my horns and hair. The wet clothes cling to my body like a soggy skin.
And then I feel a small hand squeeze my ass.
That one spark ignites my entire being.
I whirl around, seize her shoulders, and claim her mouth with mine. She is fire and sweetness, honey and rain. My tongue twists around hers as I walk her backward to the nest. I push her onto it and unfasten my pants with shaking fingers.
She already has her skirts hiked up to her waist, her legs spread wide, her pussy gleaming wet. She smirks at me, and I grin back, delicious warmth spreading through my chest.
