The dragon’s rumble of amusement went as deep as his spine.
Seemingly satisfied, the dragon withdrew its tongue and drew back for a better look at its pleasure slave.
It was a strange thing, to be suddenly empty.Clove felt the absence of the tongue in him like he suspected one might feel the absence of an amputated limb.He had never been aware ofthatpart of his body before, but now he felt it vividly.He couldn’tstopfeeling it.Warm, wet, the whole deep channel shamefully slick from the dragon’s tongue—it contracted, squeezing, begging to be put back to use, and Clove felt every inch of it as its plea steadily grew more desperate.
A laugh.
Clove startled, and looked up to see the dragon watching him, visibly enjoying the show.
Clove’s cheeks heated, and so did his anger.
As much as he wanted the dragon’s tongue back inside of him, he remembered, too, that this was the creature who’d sent its servants out to purchase slaves on its behalf—who had collared him!—and did not deserve an iota of satisfaction.
“What next, now that you’ve defiled me?”he demanded.“Are you going to eat me?”
“‘Defiled’?”The dragon chortled, and the obsession in its eyes burned with a dark heat.“You’re not defiled yet.”
Clove’s lips thinned, but before he could argue, the dragon rose up and with staggering speed, plucked Clove out of the bed.He was airborne before he could make sense of what was happening, the threat of sharp claws dimpling his hips and his back.Below him, the dragon hauled a portion of its body onto the bed, coils upon coils, stacking like a snake preparing to strike.
As more of its body became visible, Clove glimpsed a patch of pale, iridescent white on the dragon’s belly cleanly split down the center by what appeared to be a slit…
Only for that slit to gape open as not one, buttwolong shafts peeked through.
The shafts were stiffly engorged and heavy in appearance.In shape, they resembled venomous serpents, each one topped with a dully pointed, arrowlike head.But the resemblance did not end there—as Clove looked on, wide-eyed, they began tomove.
Gently undulating, they quested forward as if searching—as if each head knew what it wanted, and was trying to scent it out.
While Clove watched in horror, unable to struggle against the dragon’s grasp lest he be ripped to shreds by its claws, the dragon shifted its body, and the shafts disappeared into its mess of rippling coils.
It seemed, for a second, that would be the end of it, but then the dragon’s grip on Clove tightened, and it thrust Clove into the empty core at the center of its coils so that only his head and shoulders were free.
Around them, the sigils on the bedposts began to glow.
“Stop,” Clove gasped.He found purchase on one of the coils and scrambled to free himself from the dragon’s body, but before he could haul himself out, the coils wrapped around him and tightened, pinning his arms to his side.The dragon’s body was pleasantly warm, like a long-slept-in bed on a winter’s morning, and its scales were silken and sleek, almost as soft as the bedsheets.“Stop!I?—”
From somewhere within the coils, something sturdy and hot made contact with Clove’s thighs, and through the gaps in the dragon’s coils, a golden light shone from an unseen source.It didn’t take Clove long to realize the culprit: his sigils.
“Stop?”The dragon dipped its head, voice tender but expression dark with lust.“How can you tell me to stop when your body is begging me so?You’ve already opened your legs.”
“But I…”
Clove couldn’t finish the sentence.He couldn’t so much as finish the thought.Mounting arousal had seized control of his mind and shut down all rational thought.
His legswereopen.
Wide open.
The things caressing his thighs crept steadily inward, and the closer they came, the less he wanted to keep them out.
Numbly, he lifted his head to look up at the dragon, and found its dark eyes fixed on him.Overhead, the flowers seemed to sigh, their petals unfurling, as their vines crept down the bedposts in slow spirals, dragging the blooms lower.
Closer.
Spreading their perfume.
Clove blinked drunkenly at the dragon.He parted his lips to speak, but said nothing.What he wanted, he couldn’t describe.
But somehow, the dragon understood.
