Page 17 of The Dragon at the End of This Pregnancy

Mac growled in the back of his throat.

I grabbed him gently by the neck. "You are unhappy."

"I'm—" he took my free hand and dragged it along his side, over his smooth skin, coarse scales, and downy soft hair between his legs. He wrapped my fingers around his hard cock. "I'm so turned on, it's not even funny. Even when you've got me by the throat and I know you could kill me with a squeeze."

"Why would I do that?" My neck was far shorter in this form, so I adapted, tilting my head to listen to the steady beat of his heart. His heart wasn't scared of me, at least. I remembered a time when he had smelled equally of fear and arousal, but his scent had shifted to pure arousal over the years.

"Why are you grabbing my throat?"

"To wrap my arms around you?" I'd heard the words before, but without having arms, I had no way to practice before now.

Mac chuckled. "No. That's how you choke someone, if you're strong enough to do it with one hand, which you are."

He pried my hand away from his throat and dragged his fingers up my chest. When he reached the strange boxy shape of my shoulders, he slipped his arms around my neck and behind my head, pulling me closer. "This is how you wrap your arms around someone."

"Mmm." I couldn't say anything more because Mac pressed his lips to mine. His kobold snout felt strange against my human face. I wanted to be more like myself, so I relaxed my form even more, returning to the kobold/human form I'd taken in my cave.

Mac tightened his grip around my neck and wrapped his legs around my waist, grinding our cocks together as he continued to kiss me. It felt divine, but also like we were moving too fast. All I'd wanted was to hold him and confirm he wasn't angry with me.

I walked him over to the bed and sat him on it, extricating myself from his legs.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I think we need to talk. You were angry."

"I'm sexually frustrated as fuck," Mac said. "You've been cock teasing and cockblocking me simultaneously for three years. I am not angry, Galen. I am beyond ready to share orgasms with you. I don't even care if you participate or watch."

"I want to participate." I did. "I just don't know what I'm doing."

He blinked up at me. "What?"

"This body is new to me, and you aren't a dragon." When dragons fucked, our ovipositors docked together to add pleasure to the experience. I still had both, but Mac did not.

Mac blinked up at me. "You've never had a hand job!"

I stared at him a moment, trying to figure out how those words went together, and what they meant.

"You've never had hands!" He waved his hands toward my face.

That, I understood. "No, I haven't."

He reached for me, but hesitated. "May I touch you, Galen?"

I loved when he was so polite. "You may."

His hand on my cock was both too much and not enough. "Ooh." I couldn't resist making noise as he continued to stroke me. "I need to sit down."

"Come lie down."

He scooted across the bed and lay on his side with his head propped on his arm. I eased onto the bed beside him as near as I dared. It wasn't close enough. He tugged at my waist until his cock once again nestled against mine.

I felt a burst of magic, and then Mac's hand was on me again, this time coated with a product that smelled like water but didn't feel like it on my skin.

"What is that?"

"Personal lubricant. It's a human invention."

"It's glorious," I said. I had nothing to compare it to. "Is this what kobold omega slick feels like?"

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