Page 42 of Wings of Frost and Fury
“I’m fine,” she replies. “I got an unexpected thrill in my belly when you took off. This is actually quite fun.”
Wheeling around, I dive for the supplies and snatch the bundles up in my claws. Then I bank upward and turn to come abreast of Fortunix.
“Sacrilege,” he snarls. “You should not let the worm ride you.”
“Worm?” exclaims Thelise. “I should turnyouinto a worm.”
Fortunix chuffs angrily. I think it suddenly occurs to him that she could make good on the threat, because he puts distance between us, flying so far to my right that I can hardly see him through the clouds. His wingbeats are a barely audible thrum, and we’re too far away for conversation.
The distance suits me perfectly. I would much rather be flying alone with Thelise.
“I should have draped pillows over your back, dragon,” she says. “Or fitted you with a saddle of some kind. Or worn something under this gown.”
“Is my hide too hard for your soft little cunt?” I growl. “You didn’t seem to mind it earlier.”
“You conceal such a naughty tongue behind those sharp teeth, pet,” she chides me. “I would never have dreamed you had such a foul mind. What would your clan think?”
In answer, I growl harshly.
She gasps, and her legs tighten against my neck. “Fate forgive me… that felt good.”
I growl again, elongating and deepening the sound, letting it vibrate through my whole body.
“Oh fuck,” exclaims Thelise.
“Are you wet, little sorceress?” I ask.
“You big fucking bastard.” She laughs breathlessly. “You really shouldn’t—oh shit—”
My growl reverberates again, louder. I sustain it as long as I can, feeding its intensity with all the breath in my lungs, and somehow I manage to fly, too. I’ll be exhausted by the time we reach Ouroskelle, but it will be worth it.
I can hear her panting, whimpering. She’s arching against me like an animal in heat. Perhaps sheisin some kind of heat—maybe we both are. A heat of opportunity, of joined minds, of needs long unmet. Our bodies see the chance for a fuller satisfaction than either of us have ever felt, and we can’t stop partaking of the pleasure.
I lift my head and swivel it around until I’m watching her, witnessing the powerful sorceress of Elekstan dragging her tiny cunt against my giant body out of sheer helpless need. Flying while looking backward slows me down significantly, but I won’t miss the chance to watch her come, out here in the darkness, over the ocean, while she’s splayed astride me.
Last night I caused misery and death to a woman. It feels like a sort of reparation to deliver pleasure and safe passage to another. With everything I’ve lost, everything my clan has suffered, I deserve this bright moment, this instant of watching a beautiful human female climax for me.
I give voice to a low, vibrating roar, and Thelise comes against my neck with a sharp sob of relief. She leans forward, gripping my spikes, panting.
“You will not tell anyone about this,” she gasps.
“Your secrets are mine.” I swing my head forward again, beating my wings harder to make up for lost moments.
Thelise adjusts her position on my back, and for a while she rides in silence. At last she says, “Do you mean that? My secrets are yours, and you’ll keep them for me?”
“With my life.”
“Very well.” Another long silence, and then, “My best friend’s name was Katlee.”
Her tale is one of the saddest I’ve heard. When she finishes the story, I take a moment to contemplate it before I speak.
“I understand why you were banished,” I say quietly. “If one dragon causes the death of another, they are punished severely, even if it was an accident. But it was unfair, because your father was also responsible, perhaps more so. From what you have said, he caused the cruel deaths of many humans, and yet was not punished for it. He took life after life at the command of the Queen, and no one stopped him, until finally he took all the lives of our females. Their deaths finally stopped him, in a way.”
“He made terrible choices,” Thelise replies. “I never want to be the cause of such misery.”
“If you perform the transformation spell Kyreagan has in mind, you will be our salvation.” But in my heart, I have doubts.I haven’t interacted with the other captive women, but I don’t think they will be pleased with the idea of becoming female dragons. They might be very miserable until they adjust to the concept—if they ever do.
As if she can read my mind, Thelise asks the precise question I’ve been dreading. “What exactly does Kyreagan want me to do, Ashvelon?”
