Page 67 of Wings of Frost and Fury
Ashvelon stretches out his neck and angles his head slightly. He blows a stream of bluish-white light across the nest, and sure enough, frosty air brushes over my body. My skin erupts in goosebumps and my nipples tighten.
“Fuck yes,” I breathe.
Having Ashvelon with me is an immense relief. His presence stimulates my mind, calms my heart, and cools the fever blazing in my body. Maybe, with his help, I can survive this after all.
After he cools me off with several long breaths, I sink into unsettled oblivion for a while.
When I resurface, my fever has broken, though I still feel weak. There’s an orange glow in the cave—Ashvelon has lit a couple of the dyre-stones.
I roll over in the nest, pushing myself up on one arm to see the cave entrance. It looks as if a dark-blue velvet drape has been dropped across it, blotting out the view. There are a million veins of glimmering silver thread in the blue—sheets of rain cast by the storm. Raindrops shatter against the ledge beyond the cave mouth, splattering dark wetness against the gray rock. As Iwatch, lightning whites out my vision, and for several seconds I can’t see anything, even with my eyes wide open.
“Ashvelon,” I cry out.
His scaly muzzle bumps my bare shoulder lightly. “I’m here,” he rumbles.
I clutch at the spikes along his lower jaw, hanging onto him until my vision returns.
“How do you feel?” he murmurs.
A sharp crack interrupts my reply, and we both startle at the grinding roar of rocks rolling down the mountainside somewhere nearby. It’s a strange sensation, feeling a dragon jump at a loud sound, and it’s more unsettling than I’d like to admit.
“I hate this,” I whisper.
“You should eat something.”
Mentally I check in with my stomach. It’s not churning as terribly as it was.
“Maybe something small,” I relent.
Ashvelon gives me fresh water and plies me with salted crackers which he must have taken from my pantry at the cottage.
“You couldn’t have obtained these in dragon form,” I comment, nibbling on a cracker. “You learned to shift at will, didn’t you?”
He runs his tongue over his jaws, his wings arching proudly. “It took several attempts, but I managed it.”
“What else did you bring me?”
He’s almost puppyish as he fetches more items from the bundle and lays them on the nest beside me. There’s a “dice and divots” game in its leather case, a few books, an assortment of food, a couple of scarves, a brightly colored tapestry, a painting I once bought at a market, and several necklaces. To my shock, he also brought a jeweled butt plug and the strap-on phallus I’ve used with a couple of my lovers. The strap-on’s harness is made of soft leather, and the false cock is enclosed in a silky coveringtied with a ribbon, so I doubt he perceived its true shape. As for the butt plug, I’m guessing the sparkly gem seized the dragon’s attention. The object is slightly egg-shaped, tapered, and about as long as my little finger. He probably has no idea where it’s supposed to go.
I smirk at the sight of the toys. “Why did you choose these?”
“They were in a chest near your bed. They looked interesting and important.”
My laugh turns into an undignified snort. “Oh, they’re definitely both of those things.” I push myself up higher on my elbow. “I feel a little better. Once I’ve eaten a bit more, maybe you can shift, and I’ll show you how they work.”
He chuffs in confusion. “Why do I need to be in human form for this demonstration?”
“Oh, sweet innocent dragon.” I chuckle. “They’re for sex. Specifically, they’re for a certain tiny, puckered hole that you have in human form. You do possess a similar hole in this form as well, but I don’t have a plug that’s, shall we say, appropriately sized for a dragon. Something to consider for later, though.”
His eyes dilate, though I’m not sure if it’s apprehension or fear prompting the reaction. Perhaps a bit of both. “You told me you weren’t going to fuck me again.”
“Well, you see, I didn’t want tothen, but I donow.Remember, darling, I say all sort of things I don’t mean.”
His lips curl back, revealing his sharp teeth in something like a dragonesque smile. “Oh, I knew you didn’t mean it. I can tell when you’re being sincere and when you’re lying.”
“Can you? How disappointing. I like being mysterious.”
“You are very mysterious, never fear.” He lowers his great head to nuzzle my cheek. “But I see the truth of you more clearly now.”
