Page 8 of Don't Fae With Dragons

I look out into the early morning and sigh, soaking in the faery’s energy. I wonder if she’ll ever come to the volcano. If not,I may well have to make an exception and take a journey into town. I can hide my dragon form easily; I would just masquerade as a normal person and find her. I could be a traveler from far (it’s nottoomuch of a lie).

Honeysuckle tendrils of air rope around me, and I grin at the warmth. What would it be like to seduce this faery, I wonder? Would she fear me, as a dragon, or would my animal nature arouse her? If she were here with me in the bath, the things I would do to her ... I feel myself hardening at the thought.

I close my eyes and focus on the water beneath me in the bathing-tub, feeling it stir beneath in time with the tensing of my loins.Honey and blackberry, honey and blackberry. I groan quietly as the scent washes over me with the water, and I rub my hands up and down my legs, trying to push the heat out. It only turns me on more, though, and I sigh heavily as I place a hand on my crotch and start to stroke myself.

As I’m touching myself, eyes closed, I see flashes of the faery somehow: long black hair, gentle hazel eyes. I gasp at the sight of her violin-curved torso; her narrow waist and supple hips flicker before me like a candle’s flame in the wind. A whisper of her voice flutters through my mind, though I can’t pick out the words.

I groan again as her scent floods my senses, giving myself completely to the feel of her energy, the sticky taste of her floral aura. I move my hand in rhythm with my hitched breathing, up and down, and moan as I smell her wafting even stronger to me.

Milica.

The name comes to me suddenly, a wave of intuition crashing over me.

Mili.

Her name is Mili, then, if my intuition is to be trusted. I say it quietly, in between groans and heavy breaths, “Mili, Mili, Mili.” I continue thrusting myself, growing faster as the thought of Mili consumes me. I lick my lips to savor her scent, and gasp as I feel it burst on my tongue.Oh, fuck.

I move my hand up and down a few more times, then my head falls back and I come with a shout. The orgasm comes in several pulses, first so strong that I feel it in my stomach too, then each slower than the last. I continue to stroke myself as it courses through me. A small whimper escapes my lips as the release comes to a stop, and I breathe heavily.

My lungs fill again with air, and it‘s a relief after the several minutes spent only shallowly breathing. This faery ... she does something to me, even from afar. I wonder why Cory never mentioned her, does he think he can keep her a secret? I clean myself up in the water, heart rate slowly returning to baseline, and turn to the opening in the volcano wall which faces Ethelinda.

As I’m staring out the cavern opening over the land, I see a beam of light streak down from the sky. It shoots down, unearthly fast, and a new scent washes over me, masculine but muted. I inhale deeply, feeling my nostrils flare as I try to take it in, but as the streaking light vanishes into the trees below, the smell is gone, and the odor of Mili returns.

I smile –honey and blackberry–and sink back into the water.

CHAPTER 7: MILI

The man stirs. He groans quietly, and I leap back from his chest. His eyes are a cavernous black, and his shoulder-length hair is fair as crystal. He’s unlike any creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. He looks at me, teeth gritted and jaw clenched with pain, and says, “Who are you?”

“I’m Milica, but you can call me Mili. Everyone does.” He tries to sit up, his eyes clouding over with confusion, and maybe fear. “Don’t!” I cry out. “You’re hurt. Rest a moment.”

He pushes me off him with ease, and I scramble to catch myself on the path. “No, who are you? Where am I?” He puts his hands behind him and presses up, lifting into a sitting position.

I reach to hold his shoulders and say, “Please, you need to hold–”

“–Stop, you’re making me uneasy!” he yells, shuffling back on the stone. He cries out in pain and clutches his side. “Oh, gods, ow!”

As he continues pushing up, I float a wind of calmness to him, infusing it with feelings of trust and safety. I pray it will be enough, because I’m worried he’s hurt himself in a way I can’t fix, and standing right now might worsen it.

Luckily, he sighs after a moment, and his breathing slows. “Okay,” he says. “Okay. I’m sorry, I’m just very confused.”

“I understand,” I reply gently. “I was walking back from deeper in the forest and I heard you falling through the trees. I tried to catch you with my powers, but I failed. For that I am so, so sorry. I have been trying to heal you for the past few minutes, but your injuries are severe. Are you in any pain?”

“Oh, it’s not so terrible,” he answers, chuckling. He winces as the laugh goes through him – I worry he’s broken a rib. “I’m just a bit banged up. You said I fell from the sky?”

“I think so.”

“Well how in the Realm did that happen, I wonder?” He looks utterly bewildered, though he’s trying to hide it with humor. He laughs shakily, and I smile sadly at him.

“I don’t know. Can you fly?”

“I cannot.”

I shake my head, brows furrowed, while thinking through how this could have happened to the man. He interrupts my thoughts and says, “Thank you for healing me. I’m sorry –sorry I was so angry with you at first. I just, I can’t really remember ... anything.”

“You can’t rememberanything?” I ask, concerned.

He closes his eyes, pondering, then opens them and responds, “Well, intuitively, I can tell you my name is Kar. That’s all that comes to me now.” He takes a hand and brushes it through his silky white hair, and I realize he’s mirroring me as I subconsciously fidget with my own. It feels odd but I shake it off because there’s something enticing about him. He’s handsome to be sure, and when he darts me a dark look, it pierces right through me. I must admit, it excites me. I don’t need any excusesto touch him, do I? I consider he might ought to try standing, and hold out a hand to help him rise to his feet.

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