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I stay quiet, hoping he’ll fill the space.

“Did you kill him?”

The question slips out. Oops.

Ornix goes even more deeply silent. I don’t know how men do that; males of all kinds seem to be able to put themselves into emotional lockdown at a moment’s notice.

“Sorry. That was a rude question,” I say. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

“I did. I did not want to, but I did.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Much history has taken place,” he says. “And a lot of it is regrettable. That is the problem with age. You live to see the consequences of your decisions, to regret things you thought you would never regret, and to realize that sometimes there are just no ways to win a situation. Being ancient means understanding that consequences are inevitable. Today we lose the seal. Maybe it does not feel like much of a problem right now, but the ripples of what is currently happening will not stop rippling for a thousand years. It is imperative we get that seal back.”

“Arf arf,” I say, making the lamest possible cocktail-inspired joke. My back is itching again. I know my wings are growing. I am fifty percent excited, and fifty percent horrified. The drink is making my head buzz. I wish I had my phone. I’d call Tempest. I miss her.

“Energies are never as strong as they are when they are sexual. We may be able to locate the seal by making love.”

There’s a hotel not far away, a fancy place with a fancy man in a fancy coat. I’m not taking in the details. I’m aware that another rough erotic encounter is about to ensue.

“This feels so dirty,” I giggle as he leads me into the room we’ve booked, a room that really does not feel like it is worthy of holding a royal dragon in it.

Ornix smirks at me and grabs me, pulling me down on the bed on top of him. He doesn’t undress me, or himself, he just pushes clothing out of the way until I feel the hot line of his cock against my pussy.

My arousal follows his, my body responding just as he needs it to. I am wet, but tight as he slowly slides inside me, opening me up a fraction of an inch at a time.

“Pay attention to the energies,” he says, reminding me this is about finding the seal. I had practically already forgotten. There’s something about the way his cock enters me that makes me absolutely fucking amnesiac.

“I still can’t find it. I can’t feel it. I can only feel you.”

“That’s okay, just keep taking my cock, keep feeling what you need to feel…”

He rocks me back and forth on his dick and I can feel nothing but him and the incredible arousal that courses through me whenever he is inside me.

I’m not getting any closer to the seal, but I am getting closer to coming. I feel like a horny teenage boy, so fucking ready to come when he slides inside me. Ornix makes matters worse by drifting his hand down my stomach and playing with my clit, rubbing above that tight little bud as he encourages me to kneel over him, bent forward slightly to allow his cock to simply sluice in and out of me as he sees fit.

I close my eyes and focus on the sensations. His cock sliding in and out of me, my clit tingling under the insistent ministrations of his fingers, my shoulders feeling warm and… Oh, fuck, my attention is drawn back to my pussy as he pulls me down all the way on his cock and holds me there as he plays with my breasts, lapping that deviously forked tongue against my nipples as he shifts from his pure human form to his dragonkin one while he is still inside me.

My pussy is instantly stretched wider, fucked deeper. The sensation of being filled almost twice as much is so wild I find myself bucking on his cock, only barely contained by his big, scaled hands that hold me in place and keep me from pulling right off the tip.

“Good girl, stay on my cock, that’s right. This is all yours, little one. Your pussy stretches so well for me. You can take it, grind your clit back against me. That’s right, rub against my fingers.”

He encourages me every step of the way, praising me for the way I take my fucking, while making absolutely sure that I very much do take every bit of him. He is a stern and unyielding lover, and my pussy is being trained to submit to him.

“I think I’m gonna come,” I whimper.

“That’s okay, you can come. Show me how good my cock feels, how hungry that bare pussy is for another dose of my dragon seed. Good girl. That’s right…”

I scream as I come, absolutely unable to contain my reaction to the physical pleasure he is unleashing in me.

But that’s not all that’s unleashed.

As I hit the peak of my climax, my wings burst forth, no longer able to be contained by the harness. Last time they were weak, fleshy, and bloody. This time, they are stronger. I can feel it immediately. My shoulders have been adapting to their structure, and this time when they expand, it’s not some wild unfolding that rips me off the ground. It’s an almost elegant expansion that makes me feel incredibly powerful. The only thing that keeps me in place are his hands on my hips, pinning me to his cock as my wings instinctively beat, nearly pulling us both up off the bed.

“Gods,” Ornix breathes. “Look at you. Look at what you are becoming.”

When I look to the side, I do not see the bloody abominations I saw the first time. This time my wings are covered, not in scales, but in feathers, black and white feathers that form a pattern of a kind I cannot quite see.