The smell of his sweat spreads through the air. My wings flutter. I miss having him inside me. Tonight, I want to sleep nestled in his arms, in our cave. Soon it will be a homey den for us and our younglings. I want to journey into it with him. This first time, together.
It is time.
Drazak straightens and steps away from me. Tense, he pins me with his dark eyes. He knows. I see the anticipation on his face.
The need.
I reflect it back to him.
Shaking my sleek frame, I loosen up. I focus on the fire within and imagine it sputtering out, cooling off, becoming smaller. I envision my body fading away. First my wings, my tail, my large, crooked legs. I see my scales drop off, my feathers flying in the breeze, and I feel an ache as my neck and snout pull in.
The fire dances, becoming a core deep within. As the flame pulls inward, my dragon limbs grow cold. My weight and strength disappear. My head spins. I implode.
I black out.
When I reawaken sometime later, I’m being carried. I open my eyes, and darkness meets them. The rich scent infuses me. Drazak’s delicious smell fills me too. I curl my arms around his neck. His hold on me tightens.
I’m naked in his embrace.
“I’m human again,” I say aloud, curling my toes.
He laughs. I love the sound. “Yes,” he agrees.
He lowers to the ground and I peer out curiously, seeing the ledge beneath us. He slips us over it without ever losing his grip on me. When he straightens again, I press my face into his neck.
Then we’re at our ‘camp’ and a feeling of nostalgia zips through me. The dark is not as dark anymore. I can see through it, even lighten it some with what I am now. Lightness. Though I have no jewel like Drazak. The aroma of charred root and wood, even fire moss still threads through the chilly air, welcoming us. Drazak lowers my feet and I stand. He lays out a thick hide onto the ground which he had draped over his arm.
“Wait here,” he says when he is done.
“Okay.” I allow him to leave because there is no way he’ll be gone long. I listen to his quick steps fade. Our bond pulls tight and uncomfortable, and I inhale from the pressure. I shake out my limbs and busy myself with positioning the hide and looking around.
The cave is as it was several weeks ago. Nothing has disturbed it since, not even the naga boy.
The naga boy… I have not seen him since the day we escaped together.
Though he remains nearby. I can sense him, and when I was a dragon, now and then I would smell his scent. He lives here; he’ll be back one day. And when he returns, I’m going to offer him an alliance. I would offer him his den in the back of the cavern, but Drazak would never go for it. An alliance is enough though. Nagas are primal creatures, and living with humans wouldn’t be easy for him.
Now and then, I’ll leave a gift for him outside. A feather atop my dragon’s crown. Protection within my territory.
I hear the crunch of footsteps and turn to see Drazak. His arms and tails are full of some of the supplies we brought with us. There’s firewood, baskets filled with fruits and dried meats, more hides, and several spears resting in the crook of his arm. He sets his procurement on the other side of the campfire, taking a grouping of branches after and placing them atop it. I lower and make myself cozy, watching him.
He reaches into a pouch at his waist and pulls out fire moss. I smile as he starts our fire.
“Now you are the light dragon,” I tease as the flames rise between us.
His eyes twinkle dark and mischievously. My body warms, making me very aware of my nakedness, of the wetness gathering between my legs, and the scent of arousal coming from the both of us.
“I will be everything for you, light or not. You are my female.”
“Milaye,” I correct with an arch of my lips.
“Milaye,” he says, his voice honeyed and low. My heart quickens.
He pins me with his eyes, prowling toward me from around the fire. The flames dance over his long form and honed muscles, his frighteningly sharp horns. He unties his loincloth and lets it drop. Dripping dragon prick fills my vision. My mouth waters when a droplet of his seed beads at the head of his cock.
“Milaye,” he rumbles again, standing over me. My palms drop to either side of me, and I lean back. “Milaye.”
His voice saying my name forces a blush to my flesh.
My lips part to say his name back when his tails curl around my ankles and jerk my legs apart. I gasp as he lowers over me, holding me open and prone. I dig my nails into the hide. On his knees, he looks to the wet core of me and licks his lips. My whole body shudders.
I slowly lie back, keeping my eyes on his face.
“I have smelled your arousal for weeks, endured its torture, and have been denied the ability to mount you, my little human, my sweet femdragon. I will not wait any longer,” he growls.
His tails spread my legs out a little wider.
His nostrils flare.
“Don’t wait,” I whisper, clenching.
His hands spread over my inner thighs. He pushes several fingers into me.
I arch back and moan. “Don’t wait!” I scream, jerking my hips.
Drazak roars and traps me, pressing forward. His tails force my knees to bend, and his fingers slip out, leaving me dripping. The next moment his prick takes their place and thrusts deep.
My hips rise into the air, into Drazak’s pelvis, from the stretch. Two weeks… and my core forgot him. A thrill goes through me at the thought of having to relearn my male again. I try to close my legs around him but
