Kaos’s Obsession
Watching her bathe,I yearn to go to her. I watch her face fall with emotions I barely understand though I feel them too, deep inside. She rubs her hands all over her lithe human body, evoking so many things in me that I nearly rush to her anyway to replace her hands with mine, all while hiding in the bushes a short distance away.
Moving is easier after a long day trekking through the horrid terrain of the jungle. The noises from this damp forest hide most of my movements, and I wait for Issa to dip under the water before getting closer, knowing she is listening.
She never lets her guard down.It irks me as much as it fills me with pride. She can survive this dangerous world and all it can throw at her. She survivedme. But at the same time, I am furious she has had to.I should be protecting her, shielding her, taking care of her.
The wings on my arms straighten and quiver.
Anger for the loss of my dragonhood returns.
If I were as mighty as I was, nothing would dare approach her. She would be the most protected female in all the worlds.
It took me sharing food with her to realize I no longer hate her. It is agony in its own right. I now understand everything I lack.I will never be able to blast fire at her enemies, never cut them in two with my talons.
She will carry all my young—more than just one dragonling, I realize, but many—and I no longer have a tail to curl around them or a wing large enough to protect them from storms.
What I do not know is her males, my opponents.
What the males of her kind have to offer. And it worries me more with each passing hour.
If her males could raise young and keep such a delicate species like humanity from going extinct, then I have much to fight for. My instincts urge me to kill any that might take her from me… but their ways…will they best me?
Issa is mine!An angry growl tears from my throat.I will do what I must to keep her.
She is bonded to me! Me!My muscles tense, readying for battle. I am still strong, far stronger than her—she is tiny in my embrace and weighs nothing.I can defeat her male suitors.It is just a matter of when.
She rises from the pool and dons her shell-sewn netting and hide armor—water trickles down her flesh, sparkling red. Darkness has completely fallen but the glow of the comet illuminates her skin. My fingers curl and nails dig into my palms as I watch her thread her own through her long blonde hair, untangling it, only to braid it shortly after.
Issa glances around—for me. I stiffen, quieting my panting until she lowers her gaze.
Who knew humans could be so enticing? So beautiful? I have never felt attraction in my long life, never mated with another, though knowing how. How can an ancient creature like me not? I have seen countless animals mate and reproduce, countless young beasts roam my part of the jungle, knowing someday I would have one myself… though never considering when.
But the way humans mate confounds me.Mating happens all the time between humans,and Issa has shown me as such in the past hours alone. Her words excite me, especially within this new body of mine, feeling so much more than I ever did as a dragon.
She sat above me, riding me, her soft skin wet, her cheeks pink, bouncing and moaning all the while—taking control.Devastating me for any other, breaking my mind. Having been hard since awakening, I am harder now, needing her tight sheath to strangle my prick again.
No wonder humans survive, I’m snickering to myself while watching my mate’s breaths deepen, her body going lax.With bodies made for pleasure—and survival, intelligence—they have much to live for.
Seed drips from my cock. Reaching down, grasping my length, I begin rubbing it.
And it feels so good!
Having this ability to watch my mate and touch myself at the same time!
Her back is turned, but her curvy butt is right there, facing me. Knowing what is right beneath her skirt, seed drips from my tip. The memories of her moans fill my ears, and I consider going to her, pushing her to her front and mounting her, penetrating her deep place savagely with all of me.
But she sleeps, and when I move from my hiding spot to stand beside her, she does not wake.I will not wake her,I groan.She needs rest.But I am not tired.
Rubbing vigorously now, feeling the heaviness draw into my balls, staring down at her knowing I have all this power, that she sleeps because she knows I will protect her, my groin tightens.
And tightens more, building like wild rutting, like the thoughts plaguing my head. A breeze rushes through the trees, sounding like a moan, and it does me in. My prick’s head erupts and seed spurts out.
Gritting my teeth, keeping as quiet as possible becomes ever more difficult, I pump into my hand, enjoying the spurts that splatter her back, over her armor, but that makes my groanslouder.Thrusting more, needing more, to see more of my seed on her… my excitement builds.
She turns and looks up at me with wide eyes.
My hand stills.
