I can make him feel better.The thought scurries through my mind. Then my stomach growls again, reminding me I haven’t eaten since early this morning.
His hand goes still, as does his body. His head tilts in my direction. His face is nothing but a series of looming shadows upon darker shadows with a soft outline. I wish I could see his face, know what he was thinking.
“That sound. What is it?” he asks.
“Hunger,” I answer, pressing my palms to my stomach. “Human bellies make noises when they need food.”
He does something that startles me to my core. He drops to his knees, grasps my hips, and presses his ear to my stomach. I suck in, and everything goes stiff. His ear and chin are pressed against me. So soft, there’s not even a hint of scruff on his face. My hands go to the top of his head to hold on. Whether it’s to stop him from moving closer or farther away, I’m not sure.
He remains there until my belly grumbles again. His lips part and he pushes closer as if it’s the most interesting sound in the universe. Something hot and wet slides across my middle. A noise escapes me as his tongue drifts over my flesh. I struggle but he holds me close and licks me. My nails dig into his scalp.
He growls, holds me captive, and continues despite my rigidity. Licking, swiping his blunt, hot tongue across me again, drifting further outward with each swipe. Leaning back, his large hands grip me harder, covering so much of my sides and back they’re like a wall.
When his tongue dips under the band of my skirt, I yelp and wrench a cluster of his long hair in my hands and tear him away. My stomach sounds again when his head tilts up to look at me.
“Hunger?” he asks, his tone little more than an angry grunt.
“Y-yes.”
He releases me and I stumble back. He unhooks the satchel from where it rests under his arm and tosses it at me. I catch it before it drops. “Eat,” he orders, rising to his full height. “Eat before I eat you.”
He storms away, and I watch his outline grow smaller before it disappears altogether. Dropping to my knees and pulling out a fruit, I eat, wondering when he’ll come back and touch me again.
I have just enough time to finish the fruit before the crunch of dirt and leaves returns and his massive body reappears. As well as intermittent curses.
“Come,” he orders, gripping my arm again, hauling me to my feet. “I have found a den for us to wait out the night.” He tugs the satchel from my hand and hooks it back over his shoulder.
Tossing the core of my fruit away, stumbling close behind him, there’s nothing else for me to do but follow the dragon-man deeper into the wild jungle.
11
Kaos Suffers
Looseningmy hold on the human, my hand struggles to leave her flesh. But the sounds of the jungle force my hand and, paranoid, I move away.
She is tired,I note as I watch her settle where I leave her, closing her eyes. When her breaths deepen, I move to investigate our surroundings further.
In the hollow of bones from a long-dead ancestor, I walk around the structure twice—despite my awful legs—ensuring its safety. Vines and plant-life have overgrown and covered the bones long ago, and by ripping through them, I reclaim what was lost.
For a night.He will protect us. Even dead and gone, he lingers still, a guardian in my territory.
No hungry beast approaches while I am vigilant. Sniffing my flesh, I discover I have retained my dragon scent, but while at rest, the hungriest may still try, the bravest—or dumbest—might stalk forward to steal what is mine.
Not everything here is frightened by the hunting femdragon.Not everything is scared of me, not anymore.Hours ago my teeth were the biggest; now my teeth are small.
Getting these blasted human limbs under control and reclaiming my strength is paramount.My shaft aches painfully. Growling out, I release some steam. Miscreant bugs nibble the parts of my skin not covered by scales, and even what scales I have retained are far weaker than those I have lost.
Finishing my circuit, my nostrils fill withherscent again.
Her scent.Coming to a swift, tense stop, my hands clamp into fists. I strike out to hit the bone wall beside me, stopping short before making noise. Resting it against the wall, my lungs open up, and my throat widens to take more of her aroma into me, even when I try to stop it.
I will not have her see me like this.Snarling under my breath.She did this to me against my will.And my cock pounds relentlessly to drive home between the deep of her thighs. It is all I can think about. It has stolen my senses.
If we were not so unprotected here—
And these bugs!My teeth grit.
The only mercy I have left is that my flesh continues to heal quickly, and these horrid bites are gone as fast as they come. Sometimes they take my mind off my instincts to mate for a split second, only for those instincts to return again a moment later, worse than before.
