of you as I will go to such terrible lengths to force you back to me.”
“I will shave off their scalesss and scatter them to the ends of the jungle. I will wear their teeth on a string around my neck and parade with their decapitated head attached to my waist. I will piss on their corpses and then feed what is left to the crocodiles.”
I purse my lips. “Iskursu…”
“I will—”
“No more! Maybe I won’t make you jealous… Just don’t ever leave me again.”
“I will never leave. Not now that I know we can mate, that this is meant to be.”
But thoughts of his planned brutalization linger. “Waters…” I whisper.
For some reason, I’m clenching, wanting him all over again. Wanting him to confess his darkness upon me rather than on another.
I fall back and open my legs, shifting my half-ripped skirt back up to cinch around my waist. Iskursu leans up to look at me curiously, reaching over to pet one of my breasts absently.
“I need you again,” I say softly, showing him my vulnerability again.
He flashes me a serpentine smile and slides atop me. He grabs his other cock.
I shake my head. “No, both.”
“Both?”
“Give me both,” I demand.
“Human,” he rasps, “impossible.”
“Let me be the judge of that.”
His slitted nostrils flare, his eyes twinkle. I reach between us and grasp his cocks, one for each hand, guiding him to my sex. When one tip touches my opening, my heart thrums with excitement.
“You are far too small. I should not have been able to fit with just one of my pricks. Two will tear you apart.”
“Trust me.”
My body needs two. It’s always needed two. But I don’t tell him that, no, I show him.
That night, and for the next month, I prove how terribly wrong he is.
I need all of him.
4
Iskursu
I haul the net out of the river and survey my catch. There are many fish and frogs, but best yet, a string of perfect waterlilies caught up in it. It has been over a week since I last checked it… the haul is plentiful.
The fish will feed my bride, and the lilies will adorn her body. I drag the net to the bank, plucking the twitchy fish off with my tail. They flop on the ground while I gently unravel the flowers from the rest of the catch.
I toss the frogs back into the water.
Haime does not like frogs. Though I do not mind them. Tonight, I will forego them for fish and flowers. She has pleased me much lately and that it is the least I can do.
It is a nice change from cockatrice. I muse. We have eaten nothing but cockatrice for a week. It was all we had on hand when my little human went into her femdragon heat and could do nothing but mate me.
It was her first heat.
And I am glad I was there to endure it. Thankfully, her dragon father, Zaeyr, knew what was happening to her—because we did not. I got her away from her human tribe and back into our den before she lost all her senses.
I smile. Endure? More like relish. Such a little human body—though I know my mate is tenacious and strong—should not be able to take a creature of my size, but she does, and with fervor.
Now she lies resting in our nest, sated and spent.
I do not want to leave her long. My fingers twitch. She may need me again if she wakes… And I will always be there for her, I vow. Wrapping the watervine of lilies around my shoulder, I extend my claw and turn my attention to the fish, making quick work of their flaying.
I cannot leave my human for long—ever. She will not have it. It is just as well, as I will not have it either. We have already spent too much of our lives apart because of me, and she still fears I will one day leave and never return.
How wrong she is.
But the damage has been done, and now it is my role to remind her when she doubts, to convince her that our future is set.
We have been together for a world spin. Reminding myself of this, I can barely comprehend it.
I never thought I could have Haime, my little human. She was beyond a base, primitive creature like me. She was beautiful and wild and unique. Even as a child, I knew there was no other female in all of Venys like her.
And I was a boy without