Heat tore down her throat, lighting every vein on fire.Her body jolted with pain as fingers of flame reached into her extremities.Her rash felt as if it were tearing away from her body.She screamed, blindly reaching out and digging her fingers into his shoulders.He pulled his mouth away but jerked her against him.She gasped, her body shivering.
“Breathe, Ruby.Breathe through it.Your Dragon is waking up.Bring it in.”
“Hurts.Hurts so bad,” she managed to say.She thought for sure she was on fire, but he was holding her close, enduring the flames, too.She saw it then, behind her closed eyelids.The Dragon was deep red with streaks of white, its scales glossy.It lifted its head, stretching its neck and releasing a stream of fire from its mouth.
Then she was moving, faintly aware of her skin rubbing against Cyn’s.The hunger inside, God, the hunger washed over her in great waves, and she no longer dug her nails in to fight against him.She pulled him closer, his chest against her cheek, the rub of his sprinkling of hair chafing her jaw.She ached to pull him inside her, his body into hers.
“Control, Ruby,” he whispered when he should have shouted it.
She shook her head, her mouth sliding against his skin.Her breath came in shallow pants, her hands moving over his back.
He lowered his head, his voice hoarse.“Ruby.”
She looked up at him, the embers wild in his eyes, and pulled his mouth down to hers.The need to taste him, to feel his mouth on hers again, overcame her.Her tongue sought his, dancing, sparring.His hands tightened on her, fingers tangling in her hair.She sucked on his tongue in an incredibly phallic way, then nibbled on his lower lip.Things she had never done before, never thought to do.
Hungry…
Yes, hungry for Cyn, for his touch.For the way his mouth devoured hers now.This overwhelming desire was something so new, so foreign, yet she embraced it.She flattened her body against his, wanting to feel all of him.His hands moving down her back, pulling her closer against him, his body pressing into hers, sent an inferno roaring through her.It stripped her humanity and left her… Dragon.
She opened her eyes and felt completely different, dense and brimming with power.Like Garnet, she saw the snout—her snout—growing out from her face.Standing in front of her was the black and indigo Dragon, nostrils flaring as it faced her.
“Ruby, are you okay?Talk to me.”
She nodded, feeling the weight of her head.“I… think so.”She looked down.Her chest puffed out in shiny scales of red.She lifted what felt like her hand, starting as it flexed its talons at her command.Then she lost her balance and stumbled.
He was beside her, holding her weight for the few seconds it took to regain her footing.That hot, hungry part of her reacted to his closeness, and she heard it emit a growl deep in her chest.
“Watch it, hot stuff,” he said.“Maybe I didn’t make it clear that the Dragon part of you is very horny.”
“That would have been nice to know.”She had ravished him.The memory of it should have embarrassed her, but it excited her instead.She wanted more of him, his skin against hers, his?—
She moved away from him, overwhelmed by his heat, and, damn, the hunger for him.Her Dragon wanted his Dragon bad.Focus on me, not him, silly beast.
She lifted her hand again, this time ready for the shift in weight.“I’m a friggin’ Dragon.”
His chuckle was soft and low.“Indeed you are.”
Another wave of energy hit her, and it was exactly as he’d described, like holding on to one of those bronco things in a country bar.She felt the energy of the Dragon, separate and yet connected to her.She raced around the room, a wild freedom soaring through her.
Then it hit her.She also felt complete.The emptiness she’d suffered from most of her life was gone.It had been her Dragon, hungry and waiting within her.The power!She inhaled it with her soul.She was strong, and magnificent, and everything Cyn said she was.She caught sight of her reflection, the elegant lines of her body, the spikes along her back and the regality of her face.Orbs schmorbs.She’d much rather be Dragon.
She turned to look at her tail, circling to watch it slide behind her.With her will, she flicked it.Wiggled the tip.Then she allowed herself to meet Cyn’s eyes, taking him in in a whole new way.No, her Dragon was taking him in, soaking in his beauty, responding to his power.
“Focus on learning, Ruby.”He nodded toward the far, blank wall.“Try to Breathe your fire at the circle in the middle.”
“Circle?”She squinted and saw the tiniest speck.
No problem.She inhaled and Breathed out.One small spark eked out and then died.
He laughed.She shot him a—well, she thought it was a dirty look—and faced the speck again.Breathed again.A few more sparks came out.
Cyn stepped up beside her and shot a stream of smoke right to the target like an arrow.He looked at her, a blatant challenge.
She faced the speck and spit again.“It’s harder than it looks.”
“Your Breath is your most valuable weapon.Try again.”
She focused on the speck again.This time a stream of sparks shot almost all the way to the wall.
