Page 32 of Wings of Frost and Fury
“Your command is my pleasure,” I reply. “But I still don’t understand how humans mate. Where does the seed go? Is that a mating slit?” I point to the cleft between her thighs.
“Ugh, really? Seed? Mating slit?” She wrinkles her nose again. I’m beginning to understand that’s a sign of disgust.
“You’re disdainful of the way I speak.” I withdraw my hand from her skin. “Are you going to teach me or mock me?”
“A little of both, maybe.” She sighs. “I’ll try not to mock you for things you don’t know, because that isn’t fair to you.”
“No, it is not.”
“Very well. Come with me. The rest of this exploration is best done in bed.”
She leads me into another room, and once again I marvel at how the alteration in my form has changed my perspective, enabling me to experience new things. As a dragon, I wouldn’t have been able to squeeze my head into this space, but my human body fits, though I strike my forehead on the top of the doorway.
“I’m sorry!” she exclaims. “I forgot how tall I made you.”
“You had control over my human appearance?”
“To an extent.” She doesn’t seem to wish to discuss it further. Instead, she crawls onto the bed and leans back against a pile of things—pillows, I think they’re called. She bends her long legs and opens herself wide, revealing her mating slit. One of her slender fingers traces through the area. She curls that wet finger, beckoning me closer.
“You can stop holding your cock now,” she says. “Come here. Tell me how you feel, and what you want to do.”
I crawl onto the bed like she did, only far less gracefully. It feels strange not having horns, a tail, or my protective hide. My frost-fire is locked away, too. I searched for it in the moments after my transformation—not because I wanted to kill her, but for the sake of protection, in case she decided to turn on me. Without it, in this vulnerable body, I have no choice but to trust her.
Trusting her should be difficult. I should feel resentful about it. And yet I feel nothing but passionate curiosity, lustful joy, and faint guilt because I’m wasting time instead of bringing her straight back to Kyreagan.
Thelise is dangerous. I’m in danger every moment that I’m with her. If I make a wrong move, she could decide to kill me instantly. Yet somehow the peril makes this experience more exciting, like the risk of gathering alethia only heightens the ecstasy of enjoying it.
“What do you want to do to me?” Thelise asks softly.
I stare at the mating parts between her legs. They are a smooth brown like the rest of her skin, though perhaps a shade darker, and they are layered like the petals of a flower, glossy and wet.
Fascinating as that area is, I shift my gaze to survey all of her—her lithe form, her graceful arms, her lovely face. Her hair is spread over the pillow, rich brown laced with threads of gold.
“What do I want to do?” I repeat her question. “I want to serve you forever.”
Her eyes widen. “You may not.”
“We shall see about that.”
“Rightnow, dragon,” she says. “What do you want to do to me rightnow?”
I rise on my knees, taking my cock in my hand once more. “I want to put this inside you.” She purses her lips as if she’s disappointed, but I’m not done. “Before I do that, I want to taste the liquid slipping from your opening. It’s mine, isn’t it? Your body has created it for me?”
Her lips part, her eyes glowing. She nods.
“Then I plan to enjoy it.” I settle between her legs and take my first lick.
She tastes better than alethia. Her sweetness unfurls on my tongue, and a fierce craving for more awakens inside me. I lick again, more deeply and thoroughly.
Thelise whimpers, and her thighs shift and tighten.
“Does that hurt you?” I ask.
“It feels fucking amazing,” she hisses. “Don’t stop.”
The more I savor her, the more sweetness flows from her body. She makes delicate sounds at first, like the noises of a small, soft animal, but as I familiarize myself with various parts of her mating area, her whimpers intensify to moans. There’s one particular place that produces sharper moans—a small bit of flesh at the top of the mating slit.
“This place is sensitive,” I comment, after licking it a few more times.
