After pulling off my leather pants, I spread my legs and let my tail unwind. Now that feels good. Like a persistent inch you finally scratch. My skin darkens to a soft gray streaked with black, my hands and feet turn claw-like, and my face shifts, my jaw elongating to accommodate my long, sharp teeth. Finally, my forehead twitches as my horns protrude. Ah, so much better. Like a good stretch after spending too long in a confined space.
I plop down on my bed, inhaling the sulfur and smoke of my realm, but it’s not enough to erase Tino’s scent. I doubt anything is strong enough to override the dragon’s lusty appeal. Such a shame. Valentino was by far one of the most exciting things to happen to me in a long time.
I drag my hand through my long red tresses, wondering what he’s doing now that he knows it was me threatening his little twerp of a brother all along.
Would he be crazy enough to follow me here? My stomach swirls and desire spreads through me to my groin, winding around my cock, now in its truest form, thick and unwieldy, impossible for a human to take, but a dragon…
I shake the thoughts out of my head. That’s not gonna happen. Not now. The best I can do is forget that he and his clan even exist and figure out my next place to hang out human-side for a while. I’m sure I’ll find a tasty little morsel soon enough and forget all about Valentino.
Weeks have passedsince my rendezvous with a sexy dragon, and I’m restless. I’ve kept to myself, but with boredom taking over, I rise from my bed and venture out to see if anything exciting has been happening since the last time I was home. Down here, clothing is unnecessary, and I’m reminded how good it feels to be au natural. If only my soul was settled. Wanderlust has plagued me for centuries, pushing me to seek more and different and interesting, gobbling up the energy of humans like it’s candy. I’m starving for some good, meaty energy.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Xazedose, the wanderer.”
Smiling, I practically launch myself into the arms of one of my dearest friends, Zilmozen.
“Zil! What are you doing down here?”
“Slumming, obviously,” he says, flipping his long white hair. “It’s been too long.”
“It has. Where have you been? I’ve looked for you.”
“Trapped in a circle,” another demon, Bingruth answers with a taunting smirk as he approaches us. “Poor, stupid demon. Who gets caught by teenage girls anymore?”
“It’s not my fault,” Zilmozen says. “They were actual witches.”
“How long this time?” I ask.
My friend pops his pretty jet-black bottom lip. “Only five years.”
Shaking my head, I stroke his pinkish skin. “Zil. You lose so much time in these circles. Why don’t you build up your summoning defense?”
He shrugs as an impish smile spreads across his lips. “I like to be needed. I just have to figure out how to break the spells sooner.”
“Not getting caught in the first place is very effective,” Bingruth says, laughing as he studies his talons. “You should talk, Xaze. You’ve been away too.”
“Not trapped though. I choose where I go.”
“Fraternizing with humans,” he says, turning his nose up. “I don’t see the appeal.”
“Because you’re not a greedy incubus like me.”
Bingruth nods, twisting his lips as if to agree with me. “Fair enough. Why are you back?”
“I fucked up and pissed off a dragon.” I shrug, ignoring the stupid twinge in my gut that hasn’t lessened like I hoped it would. “In my defense, his clan pissed me off first.”
“Ooh, I’ve heard things about dragons,” Zil says. “Are they as big as they say?”
“I only saw him in human form, but based on that, I’d say yes.” My cock twitches again and my hole literally flutters. Annoying. “Anyway, I need to lay low for a bit. If he catches my scent, he’ll chase.” Sadly not the way I want him to. “Anything interesting going on?”
Bingruth nods, leaning against the metal railing that protects us from falling into the lake. Demons can be a clumsy bunch sometimes.
“You’re back just in time. There’s been some whispering the last couple of days. None other than Maggard is pissed off about something.”
“Maggard.” I glance around. “He’s trouble. Know what he’s mad about?”
Both demons shake their heads. “No,” Bingruth says, “but we all know when he’s angry, someone is going to die.”
“Or worse,” Zil says, “be tortured for eternity.”
