Page 33 of Wings of Frost and Fury
“And yet human men seem to have such trouble understanding that,” she says with a breathless laugh. “That is my clit. I like kisses there, and gentle tugs with your teeth, and quick movements with your tongue. All of that will make me come.”
“That’s the burst of pleasure like the one achieved with mating, or with alethia?” I clarify.
“Yes, exactly. Now stoptalking, dragon, and—ohfuck—” She gives a little scream as I circle the clit with my thumb, then wiggle it with my fingertip. “Keep doing that—fuck—ahhh!”
Her body arches off the bed, and she slams one handon the finger I’ve been using to pleasure her, forcing it more tightly against her clit. A fresh flood of her scent billows into my nose, and I nearly go mad.
“I need—” I rasp, trembling. “I need—” I can’t think past the craving, can’t voice my desire, and yet she understands.
“Yes,” she gasps with a quick nod. “Yes, get inside me now, fuckingnow. Right here.” She releases my hand and points to the place where she wants me. The edges of her opening are fluttering, spilling more glistening wetness.
Thoughts flee my brain, and I let my body take over. Every muscle knows what to do, every limb knows its placement. I climb on top of her, settle my hips over hers, and shove my cock into her slit.
There’s a familiarity about the process, similar to the way I coupled with females as a dragon. But this is far more intimate, far more intense. There are no wings to avoid, no heavy armor of scales. We are naked, our thin skins directly in contact. Her breasts heave against my chest, and my face is nearly touching hers. I never looked into a female dragon’s eyes while mating, but I look into hers as my cock sheathes itself fully in her soaked heat. It’s a tight fit, a tantalizing squeeze of slippery flesh all around my length, stimulating every bare nerve.
“Fuck, you’re big,” she says faintly. “You feel so good.” And with a small smile, she lifts her head and kisses me on the mouth.
I come instantly, my cock throbbing heavily inside her, pouring my cum into her womb. Thelise gives a surprised little half-laugh.
“Oh you sweet thing,” she murmurs. “Look at you. Not even one thrust. It’s all right, it’s only the first time. Give it all to me, pet. Everything in those big balls of yours belongs deep inside me.”
“Fuck,” I groan. I don’t often say the word aloud, but I like the way she says it. I growl it again as I spill everything I have into her.
Since I’m not in the mating heat, I’m fairly sure that breeding her isn’t possible, even in this form. Despite that knowledge, the climax I just felt is the most satisfying one I’ve ever had.
“Pull out, pet,” she tells me softly. “And see what you’ve done.”
I ease back, drawing my cock out of her. When I look down, I see white liquid pouring in a creamy rivulet from her opening.
“As a dragon, I’ve been taught that wasting our seed is wicked,” I say.
“You’re a human right now. And I gave you permission.”
My whole body thrills at the words, at her smile. Her eyes are the most beautiful shade of brown I’ve ever seen.
I don’t speak again about my wish to serve her forever. But I repeat it to myself, with growing certainty that it’s the future I want. Whatever game she’s playing, whatever she plans to do with me, I will yield to her. I will submit. I will count myself the most fortunate of dragons, the most favored of the Bone-Builder, if only I can exist in her presence for the rest of my days.
“We should clean up,” she says. “And then I believe I promised you food.”
“Could we do this again?” I ask.
She smiles, her tawny skin flushing richly along her cheekbones. “Maybe. Come, pet.”
Thelise leads me to a room she calls “the privy” and shows me how humans wash themselves. Then she wraps herself in a “robe” and throws a large piece of cloth around me. “A sheet will serve you as clothing for now, since we may revisit the bed later.”
We return to the large front room, where she pushes me onto a chair. “Sit, and I’ll get us something to eat.”
While she busies herself about the task of preparing food, I watch the squares of sunlight cast from the windows onto the floor. I contemplate the coolness of the stones beneath my feet. They’re not like the stones of a cave. They’ve been fitted together, with material filling the cracks between them, and they’re surprisingly smooth and level.
Having been allied with a human army, I know some aspects of human life and behavior, as well as an assortment of the terminology that goes with their living habits. I knowtableandchair.I understand their pieces of clothing, more or less, at least the outer ones. I even know some of their history, broadly and vaguely, because the Elders of our race have always thought it wise that we should have an awareness of the human kingdoms of the mainland. Even when we aren’t among humans, many of us speak the Eventongue as often as we speak Dragonish.
But despite my knowledge of human culture, I have never seen food of the kind that Thelise sets before me.
“This is a slice of cake.” She points to it. “White icing on top, strawberry jam in the middle layer. Here’s a bit of bacon, a chunk of cheese. A slice of cold chicken pie with peas, onions, and carrots. I made that. I’m not the best cook, but I can bake a decent pie. It’s best with a little salt.” She dips her fingers into a dish and sprinkles pale grains over the pie.
When she notices how intently I’m watching, she says, “Do you know what salt is?”
“I do.”
