Page 23 of Storm of Blood and Shadow

My nostrils flicker, and I lower my muzzle to her belly, then nuzzle into her skirts, between her legs.

Jessiva strikes my nose with her fist. “Stop that.”

I recoil, even though her blow didn’t really hurt. “You smell different. Wetter and sweeter than usual. Like this morning.” Pleasure pulses through me, heavy and hot. “The fragrance is driving me mad.”

“You’re imagining things,” she says breathlessly.

“I have a more sensitive nose than most of my kind, and this scent is so strong I think any dragon would notice it. Tell me what it means. Please.”

She glances around at the vibrant dyre-stones, the colorful flowers, the statue, and the bed. Then she shakes her head despairingly and mutters, “Fuck it. I’ve given it up for less.”

My ears prick forward. “Given up what?”

“My body.” She sighs, rosy color deepening on her pale cheeks. “I think the scent you mentioned is me becoming aroused.”

“Aroused?”

“Yes, like you were this morning. It’s a sign of… sexual desire. Humans don’t smell it, not like you do, anyway. But I’m fairly sure that’s what you’re noticing.”

I can feel the weight of my cock pressing against my genital slit. In a moment, it will plunge out, thick and hard, making my unnatural desires obvious. But if I’m understanding her correctly, this beautiful human with the fiery hair has unnatural desires, too.

“You want me in this way?” I ask her. “Even though we’re so different? Why?” Perhaps in understanding her, I can better understand myself, and why I’ve always been so attracted to human females.

“Why?” She gives a sharp, short little laugh. “Maybe because you’re oddly sweet and compassionate for a dragon. And maybe because you’re obsessed with me—a man’s obsession has always been hard for me to resist. Or maybe it’s because no one has been obsessed with me in a long time… at least no one that I find attractive. Shit—I can’t even believe I said that out loud—that I’m attracted to a fuckingdragon.”

“And you’re human, yet I dreamed of breeding you last night.” My voice lowers, tinged with a hint of shame. “In the dream, you were not in dragon form. You were like this. Fuckingyour human body is not possible, and yet I desire it. I crave the fragrance of your desire, the softness of your flesh, the taste of your skin.”

Jessiva inhales… a long, shaking breath. Then she leans back on the flag-covered bed, propped on her elbows. She parts her legs and curls her fingers into her skirts, drawing them upward, slowly uncovering her thighs.

“What’s the harm?” she whispers, as if to herself. “Just once.”

The delicious scent suddenly intensifies as she unveils the space between her legs. With a low growl of eagerness I touch my nose to her center. Her genitals are still covered by a thin bit of damp cloth, but I let my tongue flicker out, slicking the fabric against her flesh. Her breath hitches, and she moans, half-delighted and half-angry, as if she’s still fighting with herself.

“I want you naked,” I tell her quietly. “Remove your clothing and let me see you.”

“Fuck,” she whispers, but she gets off the bed and obeys me, stripping off every piece of clothing.

Her body is lean and elegant. Despite the defined muscles of her arms and legs, she is so vulnerable compared to me—so tantalizingly delicate. One of the plump mounds on her chest is uncovered, but her hair spills over the other. I want to see them both.

“Move your hair,” I command.

Jessiva’s eyes flash, but she does as I ask. I let out a long, satisfied groan and sit back on my haunches, wings arched and my tail thrashing restlessly.

Never have I enjoyed the privilege of admiring a naked human woman for this long, at such close quarters. My cock has fully extruded, jutting out between my forelegs. It angles upward, leaking trickles of clear liquid from its tip.

“My lust for human females is my greatest shame,” I confess. “I used to look for naked humans along the beaches of the mainland, and I have seen a number of women unclothed… but you are the most exquisite.”

“How kind of you.” Her tone is dry, but not as sharp as usual.

“Those beautiful round things… what are they called?”

“Breasts,” she replies. “Or tits, if you want to be a bit crude.”

“Breasts,” I murmur.

We remain as we are, her standing naked by the bed and me sitting in pleasurable agony, reveling in each pulse of aching need through my cock.

Jessiva appears to be growing restless. “So… do you simply want tolook? Or do you want relief?”

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