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She didn’t ramble like she once had in her cottage, but she spoke wildly enough to entertain him – sometimes of the strangest topics.

She also did things that often made him raise a brow.

She once attempted to sneak up on him, which she wasn’t able to do because he could hear her quiet footsteps and smell her wherever she went. He’d pretended he didn’t notice her as she stalked him, then she tackled his tail to sit on the spaded tip.

When he stopped and told her to remove herself, she had gripped him firmly and demanded that he slide her around his lair. He’d spun to remove her himself, but she’d made this adorable squealing noise. He’d enjoyed the sound of it so much he complied and was rewarded by her stroking his cheek afterwards.

It was something that always made his eyelids feel heavy.

He also once found her sitting in the main tunnel of his lair on the ground watching a large spider crawl over her fingers and knuckles. Rurik tried to convince her to put it down since it was deathly venomous, but she refused, telling him she knew it wouldn’t bite her - as if she sensed it.

It hadn’t, even when he returned much later to find her walking around with it moving through her hair.

She often made friends with the bugs that would enter his home.

Rurik was fascinated by this woman who had brought laughter and oddness to his usually quiet lair. She also brought yelling, but her anger didn’t linger, often forgotten or easily managed.

On this particular day, he found the beautiful woman sitting in the sun that spilled inside the entrance of his cave.

She did this most mornings. She would come to feel the sun upon her skin with her face turned upwards to the light as she soaked it in with her eyes closed.

Something Rurik had noticed was that if she didn’t greet the sun once a day, the shining brightness her hair held would dim. He didn’t know if she was aware that her body was drawing energy from it, but he often found her prettier on the days that she did and could almost smell the sunshine in her hair.

He joined her, sitting beside her while she sat hugging her knees. Her toes were bent and pressed against the ward keeping her in.

His legs went straight through it.

She didn’t turn to him, but she said, “The view is quite lovely here.”

With his eyes still on her, he answered, “Yes, it is.”

Her dark and long eyelashes twinkled from the sun as she kept her lids closed and created shadows against the soft tan across her high cheekbones. Her full lips were such a bright shade of pink and looked so incredibly soft that he wanted to reach across and feel them for himself with his own.

His tongue dabbled out to lick the seam of his. He was sure he would find out, in due time.

Rurik often sat next to her in his Dragon form while she did this, but he’d never done so in his human one before.

When she finally peeked her eyes open to look at him, her brows immediately furrowed. Then she turned and shifted to her knees, reaching over to pull the short length of his hair up.

“Your hair has turned more purple.”

She may not have realised, but she put her breasts precariously close to his face. He had to hold back the urge to close to the small distance and bite into one of the firm-looking, medium-sized mounds.

“It does that,” he answered, unwilling to move his eyes away from the dip of her cleavage.

His cock tingled at the idea of them pressing against his face.Just a little closer...

“I have never seen anything like it. I have noticed that your scales get brighter. Why?”

He could feel her tugging like she wanted to pull more strands into the light to see.

“I am dark when the air is cold. I become bright when I am surrounded by warmth. It is believed that the changing darkness is to help with camouflage, although we are not quite sure. Our hair usually mirrors our scales.”

“You must find it difficult to walk among the humans.”

She finally pulled away. Facing him, she rested back to sit on her calves with her hands in her lap.

She was still in the sun, and the side of her face showered in the light made the eye on that side appear a lighter shade of blue. They both appeared like two different bodies of water, and Rurik wanted nothing more than to swim in them.