To Enchant a Dragon by Amanda Milo Page 0,24
well-endowed all over.
“Shut up,” I warn them, and watch as Kalos ignores his onlookers and moves to a wadded collection of my hairs off to the side of the beach. Whatever hairs of mine that he combs loose with his claws… he’s been keeping them. I had no idea before I mated a dragon that they keep everything they find pretty: precious metals, pretty rocks, mermaid hair, their vomit-pellets.
Dragons are charming, really.
I should be more disgusted, but I must be completely crazy for my dragon. I find it sweet.
Using gentle movements, Kalos winds the new hairs just-so around my rainbow hairball.
My sisters watch him with various expressions. Some still looking a little repulsed, but I don’t let them fool me—they all find Kalos’s obvious adoration of me just as heart-melting as I do.
“When exactly did you say you were going to bring us men in exchange for stealing Adella away?” Katiana prompts.
Kalos sets his—yes, sigh—hairy ball down and says agreeably. “Right now.”
With a farewell snap of his tail to me, he flies off.
***
He returns with an ogre.
An honest-to-octopuses ogre. “Kalos,” I cry, shocked.
If possible, the ogre looks even more bewildered than me and my sisters are. Of course, for his part, he probably thought he was about to be eaten by a dragon, not sacrificed to a cove of mermaids.
“He looks like you pulled him out of a swamp,” Patrice says with dismay. “He’s filthy!”
“I did pull him out of a swamp,” Kalos explains, frowning at her, “because that’s where you find ogres. Deep in the forest bogs at the foot of the mountains.” His look at Patrice clearly says his abundant patience is getting tested. “But you are familiar with the cleansing properties of saltwater, yes? Wash him. Or perhaps, given the opportunity to have clean water for once, you’ll find this male will bathe himself.”
As Kalos sets him on the beach, keeping his front talons firmly sunk into the ogre’s thick green-skinned shoulder, the ogre stares at the beautiful and comely collection of mermaids before him, and the thick thatch of gnarled hair between his legs isn’t nearly enough to hide what comes jutting out of it.
“HE’S MINE!” Nerissa screeches, dragging herself out of the water and flapping her hands over her fins like the airflow will make her scales transform into human feet—and split human legs—faster. She’s followed by furious screams from our other sisters as they begin to fight to beach themselves and argue over who gets to keep him.
“Do you want to share him,” Kalos asks hesitantly, letting the ogre go and watching him to make sure the male doesn’t escape—as if he would. The ogre looks stunned, like he’s sure he’s dreaming or died and gone to heaven. “Or should I bring you the next male I find?”
“Bring us more!” Ianthe orders, pointing her finger at him. “You owe us for our sea cow!”
“And the dolphins,” Pearl adds.
“And my pet seagull,” Nerissa growls.
(She was really upset when her bird disappeared, but I still maintain that Scuttle could have flown to nesting grounds on another beach somewhere. We don’t know that Kalos ate him specifically—gulls all look alike!)
Kalos inclines his head at them, and just before he spreads his wings, he sends me a rueful look.
I blow him a kiss.
***
Two towering trolls, one thrilled satyr, a dark elf, a dwarf, and… a furry little animal.
“What the hells is that?” Sirena asks. “Is it… dead?”
Kalos nudges it with his tail. “Change, idiot.” To Sirena, he answers, “He’s not dead. He’s a wereopossum.”
Sirena frowns and glances at the furry grey and white and brown carcass. She’s been sitting with her new knees to her chest, but she drops them to the side and leans forward to better see the animal, her breasts almost spilling out of her seashells. “Poor little fellow. Look at all those teeth! It looks like he’s grimacing, like he might be in pain, or scared. Kalos, you’re a dragon and you swooped him into the sky. How terrified he must be. Are you certain it’s not just a regular opossum—”
The animal’s eyes crack open and he takes one look at my sister’s abundant tits and he shapeshifts into a man.
Kalos nods. “There you go.”
Sirena smiles as she gets a look at what the naked shapeshifter is packing. She tosses a grin at my mate. “THANK YOU! You are the best dragon-in-law EVER!”
EPILOGUE
Speaking of dragons-in-law, today is the day I finally got to meet mine. Kalos and I arrived early in the day, and