Page 51 of Interlude

Let us return to Zeydan’s dwelling. You are going to need to rest. Your first shift is always exhausting. We want to be in perfect condition to go after your grandma tomorrow.

He tips his wing down and angles his body so he turns back the way we came in a large arc. I follow him, my dragon in perfect control. The return flight takes about half an hour, and I can see the bioluminescent part about ten minutes out. A dragon’s eyesight is amazing.

Instead of landing in the clearing near the pool, Tirrian keeps flying and lands in front of the cabin like he did when he arrived. It’s a much larger space, but I wait for him to shift into human form and move out of the way before I follow him down. My wings are tired, and I can feel my dragon’s exhaustion as we flap them to keep us hovering. Thankfully, Tirrian’s shift is quick. I allow myself to lower, but the last few yards, my wings turn to jelly, and they sort of fold in on themselves. I crash, shaking the ground around me with a giant thud.

“Lila.” Tirrian runs over to me. “Are you okay?” he asks me, running his hands over my body. I flop down onto my stomach and pant, a small stream of fire sputtering out of my mouth and hitting Tirrian’s legs. I freeze, horrified that I just burned my mate.

Fuck, are you okay? I ask him, waiting for his screams of pain, but he smiles and continues to check me over for damage. His hands feel nice on my scales, and I start purring.

“Yes, we are impervious to each other’s and other species’ flames. It’s only flames of other dragons we need to worry about, and to be honest, most of the time they only singe us a little.”

I allow my eyes to close as he keeps stroking me. That’s nice, I mutter into his head. His hands go to my wings, and he grabs one by the edge and starts walking backwards, stretching it out. It hurts, but when he has it fully stretched out, I groan as my stiff muscles loosen under his ministrations. He holds it before walking it back in and then going around and doing the same to the other one.

“You should see yourself, Lila. You are beautiful. Your dragon is the same color as your hair. Look in Zeydan’s windows, and you should be able to see your reflection.” I hear admiration and awe in his tone, and I’m excited to check myself out.

I crack my eyes open, not wanting to move, and look at myself in the glass. Zeydan walks out of the house and down the steps, coming over to us. “You are magnificent, little one,” he tells me, stroking a hand over my muzzle.

Not so little now, I grumble before turning my attention back to my reflection, enjoying both males’ hands on me.

Tirrian is right. My body is a shimmery, pearlescent white with orange, blue, and pink veins running throughout it. I bet I would sparkle brightly in the sun. Shiny and I are a matching set. We are going to look so pretty flying together.

“Come on, shift back, and you can fall asleep in a nice, comfy bed,” Tirrian cajoles, joining Zeydan in front of me.

Don’t want to, I grumble, hoping that Zeydan can hear my inner voice too.

“You know, in all my years, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dragon pout,” Zeydan murmurs to Tirrian, and he chuckles.

“Me either, but Lila worked very hard tonight, so it’s no wonder she’s tired.”

Worked and got worked over very hard, I mutter, and Zeydan snorts with amusement as Tirrian rolls his eyes.

“Come on, change.” Tirrian goes around behind me and smacks my rump.

You’re lucky I’m too tired to eat you, I growl at him fiercely, turning my head to glare at him. He rolls his eyes again. Hey, I’m fearsome. Be afraid.

“Yes, you are terrifying, but I’m also tired, and that trumps being afraid at the moment.” The bastard is just humoring me, but I’m too tired to take a chunk out of his ass. Rain check.

I let my shift wash over me. It still hurts, but it’s not as bad as the first one. It takes a few minutes, and when I finally return to my normal form, I’m panting and sweating and a few tears drip down my face.

“Come, a bath will help those aches and pains.” Zeydan leads the way after Tirrian scoops me up into his arms. I’m naked, but both of them are doing a good job of ignoring it, which I appreciate at the moment. I’m too tired to be upset.

They manhandle me into the rustic bathtub in Zeydan’s bathroom. Tirrian blows fire over it to warm the water before submerging me in it, and Zeydan adds a dribble of something from a bottle on a shelf next to the tub. “This will help the aches and pains. I use it after I shift. I don’t do it very often now that I don’t have all my power, so it’s painful every time.”

That actually doesn’t bode well for future Lila. I can’t imagine I will have a reason to shift all that often either. The oil disperses over the top of the bath before sinking into the hot water. The smell is reminiscent of menthol and arnica, and my muscles relax, becoming nicely numbed. It also helps the very real ache in between my legs. His monster cock really did destroy my pussy. Thank God for the resilient Skarrian vagina that Magenta keeps telling me about.

My eyes drift closed, and I hear them talking, but I’m just too tired to pay any attention. Tirrian’s hands are both gentle and efficient on my body as he washes me all over, murmuring words of encouragement and praise. He finally lifts me up, and I feel a towel wrap around my body and hair as he dries me before laying me down on a soft bed. Tirrian presses a kiss to my lips.

“I’m just going to wash off, and then I’ll join you,” he promises me, and then it’s lights out. I wake sometime later surrounded by heat. I crack open my eyes. The room is dark except for the bathroom doorway, where bioluminescent vines light the way. How thoughtful of Zeydan. Speaking of the god, he’s lying next to me on my right, so it must be Tirrian whose hot as fuck body is wrapped around me. I never would have guessed he was a snuggler. I wriggle in his arms, but he just tightens them like he’s afraid to let me go. I give up for a moment and turn my attention back to the god. His eyes are open, and he’s watching me.

“Hi.” I smile at him, still not completely sure where I stand with him, but I’m willing to find out.

One of his murder puppies next to him lifts his head and growls at me before returning its head to the bed. When I look around, I can see the rest of them spread out on the floor around us.

“They are a little put out because they have to sleep on the floor,” he tells me, sounding slightly sheepish.

“Is that why your bed is so big? So your murder puppies can sleep with you?”

“Yes, they guard me when I am at my most vulnerable,” he says quietly so we don’t wake the sleeping dragon—literally.

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