Mac stopped me with both hands on my shoulders. "Not all humans. It's a kink."

"Appreciating dragon cock is a kink. Hurting someone else is abuse."

"Not if it's consensual."

"Why would someone consent to being hurt?"

"They like the pain." He leaned in and whispered, "The same way I liked the burn when you fucked me. Your cock is huge, but I'll take it again and again."

"I didn't mean to hurt you!" I tried to keep my voice to a whisper, but I drew the attention of the clerk standing behind the cash register near the door. I'd almost made it back outside, away from this uncomfortable conversation.

I felt the heat rising in my chest. I was a tiny meltdown away from releasing smoke into a building equipped with ceiling sprinklers. I didn't want to set them off and ruin all the fine leather and lace.

"You like pain," I said, starting over with the facts.

"Yes."

"You want me to hit you with a riding crop?"

"No."

I nodded. Good. That was good. "You will tell me if I'm hurting you in the future, so I can stop."

"Also no." He rolled his eyes. "I don't know how to tell you this, but it doesn't hurt. Not really. It's huge, it burns, and I have to accommodate it, but it's not like you're trying to hurt me. And once we get going, it only adds to the pleasure."

I still didn't get it, but maybe I would when it was my turn to take his cock. He wasn't a dragon, but in this form, he would be a lot to handle in my tight human ass, or even in my alpha kobold form until I adjusted for it.

I swallowed hard as we walked back through the leather aisle. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to mark and claim me as his. I wanted to have his dragon children, human genes be damned, or blessed, however it went.

I still feared the unknown, but humans, kobolds, and dragons weren't as different as I thought. We all had our issues. Learning about humans had helped me realize my own misguided contributions to kobold culture and tradition.

I was going to abolish my temple when I returned to The Spike. Priestess Alma would be free to teach the kobolds, but she no longer had to worship me. I certainly didn't want little Clementine tied to me for the rest of her life. She would be free to do whatever she wanted.

"Is it wrong of me to think about our priestesses and religion while we're shopping for butt plugs?" I asked Mac as he led me to the next aisle. This one was full of long, veiny dildos resembling everything from sea dragon tentacles to large animal cocks and everything in between. None looked like Mac's cock, though.

"Our priestesses are very sex positive." Mac grinned. "I think Priestess Alma would approve."

"What if I'm thinking of firing her as my priestess?"

He snorted a laugh. "Why?"

"I want to disband them. All of them, if the other dragons agree. We don't need temples. I don't deserve to be worshipped. Dragons are another species, not your deities."

Mac's reverence for me started as worship. I sucked in a startled breath. "You don't worship me anymore, do you?"

He frowned at me, and the hurt in his eyes made me wish I could take the words back. "Of course I do. You're magnificent."

"I'm your mate, not your god." I hoped he understood. I didn't want to be worshipped as something more or better. I wanted to be loved for me.

"I know that." Mac dragged me to the next aisle. He picked up a starter kit of three progressively wider plugs.

"Too small," he decided. The next set were long and thin on the ends but widened to the width of my knot in the middle. "Better."

He moved on to more bulbous plugs. Among some novelty items, he found a device meant to wrap around both penis and testicles, giving them the firmness needed for penetration.

"I can work with this," Mac said. I felt a whisper of magic around my cock and ovipositor, and then the item in Mac's hand stretched and shifted until it would fit nicely around my parts. Another burst of magic glamoured the item to look like the original until we got it back to the hotel room.

"If I have to wait until we get home to try on my hat, you have to wait until then to try this."