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Amalia stared at his wings.

“I was wondering. How would one mount you in order to ride you?”

“By my hips, I would imagine.”

It took a moment for the words to register while her mind imagined what he said.

She immediately became flustered when she realised. The image of sitting on top of this Dragon’s back turned into one of her sitting on top of him when he was human... and facing her.

The desire she wished her body wouldn’t feel swiftly filled her, causing her face to pinken. Her head turned to his to find he was grinning mischievously.

“I meant to fly!”

She grabbed a handful of coins and threw them at his face.

“That is the only way I would allow someone to mount me. I will not parade around in the air like some flying horse to be used for travel.”

“But it must be so beautiful in the sky.”

She gave a loving sigh, picturing what he must see when he flew. To be able to see the world from so high up, towns and forests and people who didn’t know you were there. To feel the rush of wind and feel it against her skin.

“Are clouds soft? They look like pillows in the sky.”

“They are made of water.”

Her jaw dropped. “You lie! They float too delicately to be made of something so heavy.”

The Dragon shook his head, but she could see that his chest was moving like he was silently laughing.

“There is much humans do not know, and therefore, you do not know.”

“I will not believe you unless I see it for myself.”

She folded her arms with a huff, pouting.

He gently flicked her back, not hard enough to make her go flying across the room, but enough that she went tumbling down the pile.

“Do not flick me with your claws, you scoundrel.”

She bent over and picked up another handful of coins to toss them at him.

When he closed his lids to avoid being hit in the eyes, Amalia quickly held the skirt of her dress up and scrambled up the pile.

He knew when she stepped onto his forearm because he immediately stood. It was too late. She grabbed a hold of one of his spikes jutting from his back.

“Get off me, Witch.”

She grabbed a higher spike, and then another, climbing up his side until she was on his back.

She gave a squeal when he spun in a circle while bucking to get her loose. She held on firm and eventually found a spot where she could sit. It was hard to do so. She kind of had to kneel with her legs far apart otherwise she would have to do the most uncomfortable splits.

He continued to move to get rid of her. She held onto two spikes jutting above where she was seated right between his neck and wings.

“If you do not hop down this instant, I will roll over.”

She gave a laugh. “No, you will not.”

He wouldn’t kill her by crushing her to death.