My anger returns, slicing through me like talons. The petulant words of one of the human female’s return. ‘A chosen female,’ she said. ‘The elders decide.’
No one, especially humans, will decide anything for me. They would not dare.
My eyes snap open when Aida’s head settles on my belly. I try to keep my body from going rigid, but my cock spikes upward. Lifting my head, I look down at her, pulling my lips back into a snarl. But as time passes, she eases upon me, and I know she has fallen asleep.
My chest swells, watching her. I ache to take advantage of her slumber and familiarize myself with her body. My bonded human’s body. The thought makes my shaft twitch—finding the deep place between her legs where it will soon invade. Filling it at my leisure while she is so subdued, I imagine how soft and accepting it would be… while she is weak with sleep.
A plume of wispy smoke leaks from my mouth.
Femdragon’s remain open for their chosen male until their seed has taken root. Would it be the same for humans? But as the night lengthens, I keep my thoughts in my head; the distant chatter stops, and I suspect I’m the only one left awake.
Aida sighs, shifts onto her side, and nuzzles my stomach. The sensation makes me growl, and her body stiffens against me.
The female human snaps upright, her dark gaze widening as she finds mine. The blue glow of my irises reflects in the sheen of her tired eyes.
Her chest rises and falls. “You’re awake.”
“Yes.”
She scoots back when I sit up. I grab her, pulling her arms before she scurries any farther away from me. Her whole body strains under my grip, her mouth hanging open.
“Do not scream,” I warn, my voice darkening.
Her mouth slams closed.
My fingers tighten around her arms with warning as I draw her to me. To my surprise, she does not struggle.
When I have her where I want her—locked against my chest, facing me, her legs pressed to mine—I round one arm over her back and lift my other hand to grasp her neck. My aching shaft rests between us, and with a final shift, I pull her close.
The pressure of her body, so near yet caged behind these wretched hides and armor layers between us, makes me want to roar and rage.
No femdragon hides her sex.
If this human submits so easily, her sex should be open and ready for me. But as I think this, her eyes harden. Not fully submitted, I see.
Interesting.
My fingers shift, settling on her throat. It moves and quivers.
“You say you are sorry,” I begin.
“You were awake! I knew it.”
Snarling, she goes quiet. “You ask me to spare your people, but not spare you, why?”
She licks her lips and the hardness of her gaze softens—a little. “If the stories are true and a touch from a human turns a dragon into a man, then I stole your life from you.”
“It is true,” I say, unable to keep the relentless anger from my voice.
She flinches. “I know that now…”
Silence falls between us as I stare hard at her face, enjoying this slight body of hers, so powerless in my arms. There is a dagger on her hip but it does not bother me, in fact, I would like to see her fight with it. It would make her punishment all the more enjoyable.
But tendrils of wet hair fall from the thick knot of hair on her head, framing her face, teasing her skin. With my hand resting on her neck, I notice it is shades darker than my own. Like the inner tones of conch shells, I muse, petting her throat with my fingers now. Or the coral reef sands right after sunset.
I see her better now than I did on the beach, back when she defied the terror my large form should have given her and brandished her spear instead. I see her bright, honeyed eyes in the torchlight—near gold and amber in flickers—gaze into my own, framed by lashes so thick and curved, all I can think of is one word: sublime.
Pulling her further toward me until her chest is pressed hard to mine, I wonder at human breasts as I look down at the cushiony orbs squeezed between us. My fingers strain where they rest on her waist, wanting to feel them. They are soft, I note, her butt is soft on my thighs where she sits on me. Parts of her are so soft while the rest of her is toned. I caress her waist with my fingers. Her muscles shake beneath them.
“Are you going to hurt me?” she asks, a barely-there whisper. When I glimpse her face, her lids have lowered and the skin of her cheeks has taken a deeper hue.
My lips twist and stop my caressing. “Does it hurt for a human to be mounted, subdued, taking the mating heat of her mate that she so unwittingly touched?” My shaft jerks between us. I admire its size a moment, pleased how similar it is to the appendage I had before. It is heavy and tight, and I can feel my potent seed enlarge my balls. Seed that she will take! My prick was heavy when I was a dragon, but it is heavier now.
Aida quivers against me, rubbing my cock with her movements, driving me closer to madness.
My voice lowers. “Does it hurt being pumped with seed, bitten, and rutted, not only to answer for your crime but to take the punishment you offered so sweetly to accept? Does it hurt knowing that the only forgiveness I will accept from a human wretch like you is relief? Relief from this ache in my loins, relief from this new body, satisfaction from your submission to all my whims, and a brood of my own that I have wanted for more lifetimes than you have lived or will ever live?”
Her nails dig into the scales of my arms, her hold on me
