well,” he says. “I can barely see where the punctures were.”
“And now it will heal completely,” I agree, “with paste made by a real dragon. I’ll try to fix your pants.”
I grab them, fashion a crude needle from wood, and use a thin sliver of stringy bark as thread.
Glancing up at Caronerax, I can’t help but notice that his cock is always in varying degrees of stiffness. He sends me some glances, and each time the hard, exotic rod twitches and rises skyward.
It’s probably the most flattering thing that’s happened to me. He sees me totally bared, with no lingerie and no makeup, not having shaved for a good few months, and still it has that effect on him. Like, continuous arousal. Like his continuous orgasm. Oh my sweet dancing dactyls. That was something else. A total meld of climaxes. I never want any other kind of sex. Only that for the rest of my life, please.
That in itself makes me happy with my semi-conscious choice to let him fuck me back there, with the monster watching. He was the right guy, not someone who wanted to pump-and-dump me. And I think he’s the right guy in more ways than that.
It was a crazy thing to do, absolutely. But it seemed so right. Like, the only thing to make the monster lose interest. And the only thing I had been able to think of the whole day. His cock was a constant presence in the back of my mind. Or the front, rather.
The fabric of his pants is tough, and I have to use the tip of my knife to make holes in it so the needle can pass through. Still, I doubt it is as magical as he says.
“Caronerax, have you thought more about the thing I mentioned before? Helping us against the other dragons?”
“No,” he says sincerely. “I have not. Why should I?”
“Well…” I’m not sure how to continue. “I thought maybe you had changed your mind.”
“It must be exhausting being of your species,” he says, frowning. “Always thinking ahead, always busy making plans. Never able to simply enjoy your hoard or your power.”
“It’s what keeps us alive,” I say. “We kind of have to make plans—”
A tingle like before goes down my spine, and my heap whips around. And this time I’m pretty sure I see a thin tentacle with an eye on the end pulling back and out of sight among the bushes.
“We’re being watched again.”
“Yes,” Caronerax says, rubbing his hands to rid them of the sticky paste, “our friend the swamp monster has been observing us for a while. Such a curious creature. She’s close by, probably under this floating island. But it’s hard to tell.”
I draw closer to him. “Do you think she will harm us?”
“I think she will want to harm you, certainly. I also think she will not do it. She knows it would make me furious.”
I glance up at him. “Would it?”
“It would.”
“Why?”
He reaches out, puts his hand behind my neck, and pulls me to him. “Because, despite you giving me pain for the first time, condemning me to days in human form, slowing me down and degrading me by forcing me to walk, I find that I enjoy your company to a quite unreasonable degree.”
He kisses me tenderly on the lips, and I respond eagerly. I think that’s the most affectionate thing I can get him to say about me, and from a dragon, it’s pretty powerful.
I’ll take it. I’ll absolutely take it.
Caronerax increases the passion in his kiss, letting his hands roam all over my naked body, reacquainting my skin with his touch.
I drop the sewing stuff and lay both arms on his shoulders, letting him take charge.
He runs his whole face down my body, sniffing all the while as if he really likes my natural scent, like he’s a wild animal, the softness of his nose tickling me here and there on the way around me.
Then he licks and kisses all over my chest and back, stroking and exploring and sniffing and tasting.
“My senses like you,” he growls and gently nibbles my ear. “Your warmth is pleasant.”
I whimper at his sudden and intense exploration, lifting legs and adjusting limbs so he can get full access everywhere he wants. And he wants access to all the places.
It feels like he tastes all of me, my back and my feet and my shins and my forearms, kissing and licking, eyes half closed and groaning in what has to be total