I come across rocks and boulders and stub my foot numerous times with pieces that have fallen. The ground is no longer level. I slide my feet forward carefully so as not to accidentally trip into a gap.
Another groan reaches my ears. My heart quickens, and I struggle to keep my safe, slow pace. An aroma fills my nostrils, heady and wild. Like what a midnight storm might smell like, if it had a smell. I breathe it in and nearly moan from delight.
His scent is intoxicating.
The warmth in my chest descends to my sex. I clench. It does so with every inhale. My mind muddles. I shouldn’t want to mate right now… but I desperately do. I press my hands to my pelvis, eager to reach under my skirt and seek relief—but I stop myself.
What’s wrong with me?I breathe in the male’s midnight storm again, unable to do otherwise. I grow wet, and my arousal slickens my thighs. In moments, I’m dripping and ready.
He could be grotesque—a monster—and I’d still want to mate him, just from the way he smells. As if his male spice was created for me and me alone.
And as if he knows what’s happening to me, he groans again, and this time it’s long and winded.His breaths have quickened like my heart.I listen to him as I drop to my knees and crawl forward.
My hands find him, and I stop.
His groans have stopped too.
7
Drazak Succumbs
Pain ripsthrough me as I lie in the dark, still unable to move. Recalling the human’s touch is the only thing that brings my mind respite.
Because I moved.Her touch changed me but it also powered over the strength of the poison.
I lost my majestic body, but for a short time, I moved. Ifeltagain. Any misgivings that I had about dying paralyzed in an unknown body are gone. I will gratefully be human if I could move freely again.
My wings shifted, my legs stretched out, and for a glorious second, I thought I might rise from this dark prison and ascend into the sky. Retake my territory. Reclaim my land and reek terror on all within.
I tasted blissful freedom.
Instead of breaking through the ground, roaring to the heavens in triumph, my body convulsed in on itself, my wings folded into my skin, and my teeth fell from my mouth. Pain came next, unlike I have ever known, breaking my mind, and through it all, I could hear the human…Humans, I correct, through it all. There were two.And though one smelled enticing, the other was strangely scented of my kind.
They ran from my torment after causing it, leaving me to my fate.
They had run, but first, one of them bonded with me. I hope it is the one whose smell I’d dared enjoy.
Luckily, the cave fell apart without killing me. If I could move once, I can do so again.Perhaps the venom will not affect me as a human the same way it had as a dragon.
Once the pain of my transformation is gone, Iwillmy new limbs to tense. And for a moment, they do. I continue, even when my new body tires.
Eventually, the last of the rocks fall, and the cave grows quiet as I work my muscles. I do not know how much time has passed since my change, but I know I am no longer as strong as I used to be. I stop straining and listen to the last bits of dust and dirt drop from above. Some of it lands on my new, naked flesh.
I am cold, I realize. I have never felt cold before.
But I am hot as well. Inside—where my fire used to blaze—is an inferno. The heat does not rest in one spot like it used to, but rushes through my veins to every corner of my new human body. Worst yet, it pools into my shaft and…to my sudden excitement, hardens it.
My mind temporarily blanks. I am overcome with lust.
Lust!
A dragon’s lust is feverish—or so I have heard—and hard to master. It comes on hot and quick when a femdragon’s heated pheromones bloom on the air, and all dragonkind who smell it succumb to its effects.
But I am a dragon no more.Yet, the ache in my shaft threatens to steal my mind and take control of me. I try to grasp it, but once again, all I can do is strain my muscles and twitch my puny human toes.
Skies!
My mind reels.My body seeks to mate when it cannot even move! Just like how I feared it would!Anger and shame mixes with keen desire. Thedesireto have something hot, tight, and willing to take my shaft, to alleviate it for me.
