Page 41 of Wings of Frost and Fury
“Would you lie for me?” she asks.
“If I must.”
“Would you lie to your prince for me?”
I hesitate. My loyalty to Kyreagan is two-fold. He is our clan leader, and he is also my friend. “As long as the lie would not harm Kyreagan or my clan, then yes… I would lie to the Prince for you.”
She shifts her position restlessly, as if she wants to ask me something else, but she doesn’t speak. We simply wait in silence.
Eventually I sink into a recumbent position, Thelise reclines against me, and we both doze. I only awaken when I hear the distant beating of giant wings.
I touch my muzzle to Thelise’s hair. “It is time to go.”
“Ugh, Verda, stop,” she mumbles sleepily, batting at my nose. Verda is the name of her dead horse, the one Fortunix ate.
“It’s Ashvelon,” I remind her as gently as I can.
“Oh.” She scrambles upright, blinking. I wish I could burn away the sorrow that floods into her eyes.
“Fortunix is returning,” I say. “We must make the journey to Ouroskelle.”
“Will you carry me?”
“You would trust me to do that? What if I drop you?”
“I have magic. I could help you find me again. And I don’t wantthatone carrying me.” She jerks her head toward Fortunix’s dark shape descending from the night sky.
“Very well.” I say it solemnly, but my joy at being chosen to carry her overcomes my hesitation, and I lick her cheek impulsively with the tip of my tongue. She chuckles, then bends to tighten the ropes on one of the bundles she made. I’m temptedto sniff her rear, to inhale the fragrance from her cunt again, but I restrain myself. At this distance, Fortunix would see me and question it.
He lands heavily, and when I ask him about the mission, he only says that he delivered the message. No other details. It’s not my place to ask for more information—that’s between him and Kyreagan—so I don’t press him any further.
Thelise ties some of the bundles to Fortunix’s back, and he takes more of supplies in his front claws. It’s difficult for him to ascend from level ground, and nearly impossible without all four legs, so he has to take flight first and then sweep back down to grab the items.
While Thelise is preparing to tie more supplies to my back, I say, “What if I carry those in my claws, and you ride me?”
“Really?” Her voice shrills, excitement tinged with fear. “I was going to ask, but I didn’t know if that would be considered an insult.”
“You’ve insulted me a number of times since my arrival.”
“Yes, but asking to ride you seems different.”
“Your instincts are correct. If you asked another dragon, the request would be considered both presumptuous and offensive.”
“But you don’t mind?”
I glance up at Fortunix wheeling overhead, and I lower my voice. “I highly prefer it. I want you astride me, clinging to my spikes with your lovely fingers, with your legs against my scales. I want to know that your wetness is pressed against me as you ride my neck.”
Thelise smacks my shoulder. “Is everything about sex with you?” By her tone, I know that it’s a playful reproach, so I merely rumble in response.
To prepare for her to mount me, I lower myself as close to the ground as possible. Thelise takes a drink from a thing she calls a “flask,” then tucks it away and slings her leather bag around her body. She climbs lightly up my foreleg, using myshoulder to reach my back. She tries a couple of spots before settling between two of the spikes along the base of my neck. The press of her legs is just as titillating as I thought it would be.
“I’m tying a rope here, so I have something to hold onto,” she calls.
“Whatever makes you feel safe. Tell me when you’re ready.”
She lets me know when she’s done, and I bound along the meadow, pounding my wings until I manage to catch a breeze off the ocean. We climb sharply, and I hear a faint cry of surprise from Thelise.
“Are you well?” I ask.
