Page 53 of Wings of Frost and Fury
“I thought this was bread.” I peer at the sponge. “And that bottle looked like water.”
“Try again, sweetheart. I tucked some wine bottles in your nest over there—fetch me one of those. And the corked jug next to it—that should have water. See that brown paper wrapping? Bring that as well, and the round thing in the white cloth.”
I bring her everything she requests. She spreads out the white cloth and sets out a meal of partly crumbled items she calls “cookies,” which have a raspberry center. There’s cheese as well, and tinned fish, and a jar of syrupy fruit.
She insists that I eat with her, and we both drink from the water jug and the dark glass bottle of wine. Her energy doesn’t last long, though. After she has eaten some of the food, she moves back onto the blankets and lies down again.
I continue eating and drinking, enjoying the variety of new tastes and textures. But my human stomach has a limited capacity, and soon I feel as if I can’t take another bite. I fold up the cloth over the remaining food and I cork both the water jug and the bottle.
“Come here, sweet pet.” Thelise beckons, and I crawl over to her immediately. She touches her lips, an imperious little gesture, and I smile as I kiss her.
She sighs into my mouth, then whispers, “I’m so glad to be alive.”
With my heart on my lips, I kiss her again, fervent and pained and grateful.
She pushes me back gently so she can look into my eyes. “You would have missed me if I had died.”
“I nearly broke when I thought you were gone.”
“I heard you,” she says softly. “Aren’t you going to ask questions about the spell I cast?”
My hand presses along her waist. “In time.”
A sultry heat glows in her eyes. “You have other things on your mind. Naughty things.”
“Like my tongue in your cunt. Yes.”
“We can do two things at once.” Her fingers curl into the skirts of her gown, pulling it up in bunched folds. “I’ll tell you about the spell, and you can eat my pussy.”
“Pussy,” I murmur, as she shifts her thighs apart, showing the delicate folds with her liquid glistening like diamonds between them. I am nothing if not a lover of treasure, and I set myself to the task of consuming every drop while she tells me in breathless phrases about the spell she cast.
The members of my clan and I are still dragons, but we are also shifters, with a human form we must assume for eight hours each day. This first period as humans will be longer, to allow us to acclimate and to let the spell take full effect. For a while the change will happen automatically, when our time in each form expires, but eventually we will gain some control over when we change.
Thelise assures me that the mating frenzy will still occur, but its intensity may be lessened. Any human women impregnated during mating season will carry one or more dragon eggs for about a week, at which time they will lay those eggs. When the eggs hatch, the offspring will emerge as tiny dragons, and will not complete their first shift to human form until they are six months old.
“There are probably a few things I didn’t think of,” Thelise gasps. Her thighs are trembling as I lick the peak of her pussy. “A spell this complex is never quite perfect. But I did my best, truly.”
“And you shall be rewarded.” I slide my tongue along one of her plump folds.
“Andyoushall be punished,” she replies. “I haven’t forgotten my promise to chastise you.”
I look up at her from between her legs. “Yes, please.”
“Finish what you’re doing there first.” She puts her hand in my hair and shoves my face back into her sex. “God, that’s perfect. Move your head back and forth, back and forth… just like that… and then lick me again, right over my clit, quick as you can.”
I rub my face back and forth against her pussy, then lash her clit with my tongue while her fingers squeeze fistfuls of my hair. She gives a sharp, repeated whine, squirms, and comes against my mouth. I feel her pussy moving compulsively against my lips and chin, quaking rhythmically with the pleasure. It’s yet another new experience, one that gives me a deeper insight into her body and its delights.
“You’re getting so fucking good at this,” she gasps, releasing my hair. “You can breathe now. Good dragon. Well done.”
The praise makes me achingly hard. I’ve been burning with desire the entire time I was pleasuring her, but those words drive me to the point of actual pain.
“I need to come.” The words break out of me in a desperate moan.
The instant I say it, I realize my mistake.
Thelise smiles wickedly, triumphantly. “Oh, this is perfect. You need some training to develop your stamina, and there’s no time like the present, is there, pet?”
“Stamina…” I know what that word means with regards to flying or fighting. I can only assume, when it comes to sex, that stamina involves endurance. Lasting a long time. Which sounds like torture.
