Page 65 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Stars

Hours later, Neamhaí took Dorin's hand and led her out of the tavern.

Tonight was nothing like what Neamhaí had expected based on how things started off this morning, but they were with Dorin, and they wanted for nothing else.

The night air was cool and humid, and Neamhaí gazed up at the stars as they walked.

"Hard to believe that's where we're from, isn't it?" they asked.

"I suppose so. It feels a bit like it was all a dream sometimes. I could never tell anyone before you fell into my garden today," Dorin mused, and Neamhaí squeezed her hand.

Neamhaí's mind wandered back to what Dorin had called a kiss; it had been the most electrifying feeling to be so close to her, touching her. He wanted more.

"So, are you… still a dragon, then? Even down here?" Dorin's question interrupted their thoughts.

"I think so, though I suppose I haven't tried. Should we see?"

Dorin nodded excitedly.

Neamhaí took a step back and closed their eyes, trying to focus on… they weren't sure what. They'd never had to do anything like this before.

They imagined their great dragon body, willing it into existence. Nothing.

"Well, perhaps not…" they said, crinkling their brow. "But I think there are still some dragon things about me."

"Like what?" Dorin asked.

"I think I am resistant to heat, for example. And these," Neamhaí raised his hand and extended his claws. Dorin looked startled for a moment before she laughed.

"Careful with those!"

Neamhaí smiled. "Would you like to help me test the heat resistance?"

Dorin cocked her head to the side. "How would I do that?"

"I have a few ideas," Neamhaí said with a smirk, taking her hand and continuing toward her cottage.

Once they arrived back at Dorin's cottage, she built a fire in the hearth, and Neamhaí observed intently so that he would be able to replicate the process on his own. Soon the room was warm, and the flames cast an easy, comfortable glow about the space.

"So," Dorin started as she rose from kneeling by the hearth, dusting her hands off. "What was your idea?"

Neamhaí's eyes scanned the room until he found what he was looking for—a candle. He picked the votive up from where it sat unused on her shelf and gestured toward the fire. "May I?" Dorin nodded, a confused look on her face.

Neamhaí let the wick catch in the flames, and in just a moment, the candle had its own tiny flare. He set it down gingerly on the table and let his gaze meet Dorin's once more.

"I thought you might drip some of the wax on me? To see if it burns?"

Neamhaí wasn't quite sure why, but they loved the way color rose to Dorin's cheeks at their suggestion.

"Oh! Yes, I suppose that would give us an idea."

"Do you mind if I take my clothes back off?" Neamhaí asked, and Dorin's cheeks turned an even deeper red.

"Of course, I can't have you getting wax all over the clothes I lent you…" Dorin's words were those of irritation, but her tone didn’t hold any malice. In fact, Neamhaí thought she sounded… flustered. That brought a smirk to their face.

Without waiting for further permission, Neamhaí shrugged out of the billowy linen shirt and pants that Dorin had given him before they went to the tavern. He wondered if all mortal pants were meant to be so tight. Dorin's didn’t appear to be.

After a moment, he stood before her just as bare as he'd been this morning in her garden. This time, however, there was a crackling energy in the air between them. Neamhaí felt that strange sensation again between their legs as they stared at Dorin staring at them.

"Oh, that's…" Dorin began, and Neamhaí noticed her eyes had drifted down to his hips.

"Oh! How interesting." He wasn't sure how he knew what it was, but he had the word "cock" in his mind as he looked at the part of him now extruding from a smooth slit at the apex of his thighs.

"Would you like to try the wax now?" Neamhaí asked, and Dorin nodded in response, meeting his eyes again.

"I think you should lay down," Dorin said, gesturing toward the bed. Neamhaí did as she asked, anticipation thrilling through his body. He felt her eyes on him, studying him as he moved until he was resting on his back on the bed.

Neamhaí watched Dorin's expression intently, noticing the way her eyes darted down to their hips. "You can touch me there, if you want to," they offered.

Dorin's eyes widened slightly, but she bit her bottom lip and reached her hand out, tentatively stroking her fingertips over their cock.

Every nerve in Neamhaí's body lit up at her touch, and they gasped.

"Oh, am I hurting you?" Dorin sounded a bit alarmed, drawing her hand away as if he'd burned her.

"No," Neamhaí said with a breathless chuckle. "No, it was… I've never felt so much. Please, touch me again."

She began her exploration once more, slowly gaining confidence, skating her fingers over his sensitive skin. Her hand wrapped around it, stroking him from his wide base to his tapered, pointed tip. He couldn't contain the moan that escaped him.

"May I?" Dorin asked, her fingers hovering just above the slit that his cock had protruded from. He nodded, his body eager to feel whatever sensations she would give him.

She rubbed the opening gently at first, slowly working her fingers in. Now it was Dorin's turn to gasp softly. "It's so soft and…wet. How does this feel?"

Neamhaí did not know such pleasure was possible. "Deeper, please…" his voice was a rasp.

They watched her intently, noticing her nipples hardening beneath her thin shirt, the rosy flush of her cheeks. She worked her fingers deeper into their slit, and their cock twitched in pleasure. She brought her other hand back to their cock and began to stroke it in earnest, moving in time with her fingers inside them.

It wasn't long before Neamhaí felt a pressure building in their lower back, like their pleasure was about to crest. One, two more strokes of her hand and Neamhaí was back amongst the endless stars, ecstasy coursing through every inch of their body. They cried out, and Dorin exclaimed too.

Neamhaí looked up to see what was the matter and was quite perplexed to find a not insubstantial amount of purple liquid splattered on their stomach.

"I've heard about this, but haven't ever seen it before!" Dorin said, a hint of awe in her voice. "It's… kind of pretty." The purple liquid glowed a bit in the dim light of the cottage, and Neamhaí tried not to feel too embarrassed about losing control so completely.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make a mess," they said, their brow furrowing.

"I don't mind at all, I… sort of liked it." Dorin held his gaze as she spoke. The next thing he knew, she was bending over him, her lips pressing firmly to his just like they had back at the tavern. He kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her, and he knew he'd never leave her side again.