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I have known her for mere hours and yet I know in my soul that she was meant to be mine. It is rare that what is made in the human world is also meant for the dragon realm, but every now and then our bloodlines must be refreshed.

She will be the mother of whelps of a nature like our world has never seen. I can already sense her strength, trapped as it is in this human form that emphasizes softness and breed-ability.

The fines that got her in so much trouble were the final key. I knew then that she was not only sweet, beautiful, and pleasing, but that she had true fire in her, the potential for chaos and rebellion. No dragon can come forth from the womb of anentirely agreeable woman. I have been searching for wildness and strength to meet mine.

“Settle,” I growl. “Settle down and take my seed.”

She is still whimpering with aroused fear, but there is no holding back now. All of nature demands I give her the potent load meant for her bare pussy.

I pull out for a moment, just long enough to turn her over onto her back, so I can look down into her sweet face and she can be mesmerized by the strangeness of mine. She looks so scared, but the way her cunt grips me as I slide back inside her tells me that she wants this, needs this, would be bereft without this.

I let my fingers drift down to her clit and I rub around that greedy little bud, coaxing her toward orgasm. I want to feel her tight human hole milking me. I want to feel her desperation and her need for me. I want her to admit with every internal contraction of those tight muscles that she wants to be filled to the brim with potent, ancient dragon semen.

She curses and squirms and writhes, her bathing suit still half on, pulled to the side to allow my cock to claim her, the top askew, her breasts escaping it as I pull her onto my cock, my thighs jolting against her spanked ass as I pull her to me and make her take every intense thrust. Her pussy starts to quiver, then to grip, and then to demand as her inner walls contract with orgasm and I know I can unleash myself inside her, filling my sweet human mate to capacity with cum.

“Such a good girl,” I praise her softly as she lies submissively beneath me, her chest heaving, her face flushed, her eyes hooded as the last contractions of pleasure run through her body. She isbowed to my will and filled with my seed. There is no longer any point in staying in this world. It is time to take her to mine.

I pick her up, cradle her in my arms, and summon my world. It is never really more than a breath away. The power to merge into it is mine, just as the power to come here is mine as well. The air in front of us shimmers green and gold, in contrast to this city of blue and yellow.

I step through, my insensate mate barely noticing as she leaves her world behind forever.

CHAPTER 3

Melissa

I’ve been fucked quite literally out of my mind. Last thing I knew I was making love on a table that was probably more expensive than the house I grew up in, risking my job in favor of being seduced by a hot older man. I can still feel the ache from his big cock having ravaged me, a tenderness between my thighs and a swelling that makes every movement feel filthy good.

He picked me up as if I weighed nothing, as if my thick thighs and my juicy ass and my… I’m not the smallest girl, but it does not matter to him at all. I have the memory of curling up into his arms and being held as the world shimmered around me and changed in ways I did not think it could change without a heroic dose of some kind of psychedelic.

When I open my eyes, I find myself lying on a soft bed that is four times larger than any bed I have ever been in before. Four posts hold a canopy up above me, each of them carved with ornate runes I don’t recognize. That’s not the weirdest thing.That’s actually far from the weirdest thing. Rich people like fancy weird shit. It makes them feel alive.

What really freaks me the hell out is when I turn my head to the side and see that I am not alone in bed. Mr. Ornix, my boss, is lying next to me, naked to the waist. He is wearing a pair of gold pants and a white robe that is open, baring his chest. His broad, scaled chest.

Scaled. Chest.

I stare, and blink and stare again in the effort to clear my eyes because I can’t possibly see what I think I am seeing.

It’s not possible.

He has actual scales laid over his skin, where most men would have hair; he is quite obviously made like a… lizard feels like the wrong word. He is bigger, bolder, hotter than that.

“What…” I try to form a question, but I almost feel rude asking what’s going on with his body. It could be some kind of mutation, a genetic sort of… maybe it’s a…

His eyes open. He smiles at me. It’s a warm smile that I bet is supposed to be soothing, but unfortunately is anything but because I’m not looking at him in the hazy reflection of a mirror in a relatively dark room right now. I’m seeing him in the broad light of day.

His pupils aren’t round. They’re slitted. Like the animal I don’t want to think about. His entire face has become more coldblooded. More angular. His brow line is harder and more prominent. I can see more scales around his hairline; they run around from his temples and form something of a diamond design on his forehead. His hair seems thicker, and instead ofhaving a little gray at the temples, I see golden strands emerging from his scalp and flying back through his mane. He is the same as he was, but it is as though scales have fallen from my eyes and allowed me to see him as he truly is. I always wondered what that expression means, and now I know.

“Who are you?”

It’s the stupidest question, because he is clearly a monster of some kind, a terrible beast of…

Or wait. Maybe I have taken something and I just don’t know it. Maybe this is this like the time someone gave me a little piece of paper at the club and I put it in my mouth and it dissolved like cotton candy and then all the lights went very fractal.

I look around, not seeing any obvious signs of repeating patterns or the eternal hum from the ultimate creator. Not acid then; something else, maybe? Did Tempest give me something? Did she think it was funny to get me a job hookup and then get me high in front of my new boss? That would be very on brand for Tempest.

“I’m sorry, I think I should go home. I don’t feel well,” I say. I don’t actually have a home right now because we left the dorms this morning and I don’t have an apartment yet, but I can’t freak out in front of him.

We might have just had sex, but fucking your boss the first day you meet him, and crashing out in a drug-fueled haze on the first day you meet him are two different things.