The female human’s smell is merciful and tortuous—and with every inhale, it is worse. Potent ecstasy and unrepentant anguish, each ruling my body at the same time. My stance widens as I take her aroma in, knowing her arousal is as gripping as mine.
I growl.It is everywhere! Everywhere!
I should be curling up with the femdragon right now—I grit my teeth harder—not needing the creature that destroyed me.My hips pump once into the humid air, searching for tight satisfaction where there is none. The female’s scent is flowery and rich, heavy with water lilies and… and ocean water. Like her pheromones have come from the ocean’s sands and now bask in the sun.
My body is wet and needing such delicious sun. I have been sleeping beneath the jungle’s canopy and cool waters for far too long.
A twig snaps and my ears twitch.She is moving.
She is awake?If it weren’t for the bone between us, she would be within arm’s reach. Settling my body as best I can, I move around the bend to the entrance, ducking through the hole of the dragon’s eye.
She notices my approach and her body stiffens, answering my question. I hear it more than see it happen; I know her reactions to me well at this point. My stumbling before was not only because of my new limbs—it was because I was not paying attention to much else but her.
Moving next to her and sitting down, silence lingers. The only sounds now are breathing and the night music from the jungle. Frogs croak, courageous birds screech, an occasional distant flutter as plants and branches shift. Eventually, they tune out as the human’s breaths deepen again.
Annoyance hits me. Sleep is so far from my thoughts—it should be far from hers too!Her mind and body should suffer the same torment as mine.Without realizing what I am doing, I pull her body to my side. Her resistance returns.Good.
Cursing, misery hits me hard and terrible, feeling that lithe, soft body of hers everywhere—touching me. Yet when she does not bend closer, I snatch her leg and pull it over mine and slide us down to the grassy ground until we are nearly lying side-by-side. My back and head are slightly perched upon the dragon skull. Thus, if it were not dark, I would be able to see the human female lying stiffly upon me.
I would be doing the same thing to the femdragon right now, were I still a dragon. I would be protecting her smaller body after a vigorous bout of mating, ensuring her safety with my claws, teeth, and tail, using my large frame to cover hers as completely as possible.
The anger I need refuses to return though, and instead, it is satisfaction I feel. Satisfaction I should not have, should not accept. But I am feeling it regardless.
The human female is warm.I muse instead. Unlike femdragons. Femdragons are slight but hard, fast, and brutal. They do not share their warmth and affection with anyone but their young. They are independent creatures to their very core, much like their male counterparts.
But this human… is not a dragon.
She is able to curl around me as I curl to protect her, like we are equals.The warmth in my chest builds at the thought.
“What are you called?” I murmur, spanning my hand across her back to pull her closer upon me. So small, even under her thin armor, her bones can be felt.
I feel her mouth move on my flesh a short time before she answers, sending strikes of pressure straight to my shaft. “Issa,” her soft voice fills my ears. Femdragons rarely deigned to speak to their mates unless it was to relay their needs. “What are you called?” She repeats my question back at me just as softly, exhaustion lacing her words.
Wanting to snarl in fury at her audacity, the anger still fails to return. Instead, considering her generosity in answering such a private question, the only recourse I have is to do the same.
“Kaos,” I tell her, my tone stronger and more admonishing than I like it to be. It is as if I want to impress her, show her my worthiness to hold her as such. A hiss escapes me.
Her body had begun to loosen before my name but it tenses again. She tries to pull her leg off me, but one sharp snarl makes her stop. “Stay.” My hiss turns into a growl.
We lie there for a while, listening to the jungle. She rises and falls with my chest as I take in air and release it. Slowly, she begins to relax again, and I find myself relaxing with her. Reaching around her gently, I fan a cluster of her long hair over my chest, enjoying the simple play of pulling out the twists in it.
“Kaos,” she whispers my name, and my hand stops. “Why did you lick my stomach?”
Hmm, the taste of her skin comes back and staggers me. “The noise it made sounded like a dragonling.”
Issa exhales. “A baby dragon?”
“Yes.”
She nods then falls silent. Soon after, the last of the tension leaves her and I know she is asleep.
Listening to her snores, the night passes without me finding rest. And when a mild glow of light returns the jungle-green to my surroundings, I find I do not want the night to end. Gazing down at the female who stole my life as color blooms all around… Finally, a surge of anger comes back to tighten my throat and lock my jaw. Whatever calmness within me flees with the light.
My shaft stiffens painfully as radiant, long blonde locks fill my gaze, and a soft golden body appears from the deep shadows. Kissed with sunshine, shaped and loved by it. Kisses that created little freckles over the bump of her nose and curves of her cheeks. What was red and dark last night is delicious and intriguing in the growing dawn.
Her bare leg is still draped over mine, taunting me to push to the side—take the other—and open her up. Her delicate human hand rests on my chest.
My chest.Snapping my gaze from her, I take in my body. The surge of anger rises up to burn my lungs and tongue.And my shaft.It aches wickedly.
