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“It’s me, mom,” I replied, feeling a bit choked up myself. “I just got back home.”

“Obviously,” she said and I could practically hear her eyes rolling. “When can you come around? I want to hear everything in person.”

“Aurora and I are beat,” I replied. “We need to sleep for a few hours. I’ll text you before we leave, so you’ll know when to expect us.”

“Who’s Aurora?” she asked suspiciously.

“She’s a new friend I made on my mission.” I couldn’t say more with my neighbors able to overhear every word I said. “Do you still have any of my clothes left from when I was a teenager?” I asked to change the subject.

“No. Why?”

“Aurora needs clothes and they might fit her.”

“What size is she?” mom asked.

“Tiny. She’s about the size of a thirteen-year-old kid.”

“I’ll see what I can rustle up,” she promised. “Get some sleep and I’ll see you when you get here. I’m glad you’re home, Lil Bish.”

“Me, too,” I said, suppressing my tears of relief that we’d made it back. We hung up and I made a cup of coffee. I didn’t have any fresh cream in my fridge, so I drank it black.

Aurora finally turned the shower off and emerged a few minutes later wearing the clean t-shirt. It was ridiculously big on her and exposed a bony shoulder and half of her upper chest. “I like showers,” she said with a sleepy grin. “Can I go to sleep now?”

“Sure,” I replied. “You should be able to fit on the couch.” I gestured at the couch and she looked at it doubtfully. “I’m going to take a shower now,” I said. “I’ll try to be quiet so I don’t wake you up.”

I took a sleeping shirt into the bathroom, while Aurora gingerly sat on the couch to test it out. With the memory of being covered in semen, I scrubbed myself for longer than was necessary. My purple hair was squeaky clean when I dried myself and blow dried my hair. I didn’t look any different when I checked my reflection. There were no signs that I’d morphed into a gigantic monster. “Mom is going to freak out when I tell her what we are,” I murmured.

Dumping my ruined clothes in the trash, I climbed into bed and crashed. It felt like mere minutes had passed before I began dreaming. Drake was in bed beside me, kissing my neck. I turned my head and our mouths met. His tongue sought entrance and I opened for him. He rolled on top of me and I felt his large erection pressing into my stomach.

“I’ve been waiting for this since the moment we met, Drake,” I whispered. His golden eyes met mine, then he thrust into me. The bed shuddered and I gasped in pleasure. This was what I’d been searching for in my infrequent encounters with the opposite sex. He was the only man who could give me what I craved.

Lord Gilden nuzzled my breasts as his hips slammed into me, pushing himself in deeper and deeper. I clutched him with my legs, pulling him to me as pleasure built up. His mouth was hot when he took my nipple between his lips. Smoke issued from his nostrils, which meant he was fighting to stay in control. He nipped me with his teeth and my hips bucked. Then I climaxed hard enough for him to have to hold onto me so I didn’t throw him off the bed. He kept hammering into me, making me orgasm over and over until he reached his own climax.

I almost woke up from my body shuddering in reaction to my orgasm. Then sleep dragged me back down again and straight into another fantasy of being naked with the dragon.

A few hours later, I woke up and found I wasn’t alone. Aurora’s arm was draped over me, resting on my boobs. I felt pleasantly wrung out, as if all the orgasms I’d had in my sleep had been real. I shifted her arm off me and rolled out of bed, waking her up in the process.

“Did you sleep well?” Aurora asked me slyly.

“Like the dead,” I mumbled, cheeks heating at all the erotic fantasies I’d had.

“Does Lord Gilden know you’re in love with him?” she asked.

I gaped at her, then shook my head. “I’m not in love with him!”

“Then why did you dream about him for the past five hours?”

“How do you know what I was dreaming about? And why were you in bed with me?” My tone was suspicious.

“It’s one of my talents,” she said mysteriously. “And the couch was lumpy. Your bed is big enough for two, so I didn’t think you’d mind if we shared it.”

“Did you make me have those dreams?” I asked uneasily.

Yawning, she sat up and stretched. “I didn’t create them,” she said, blue and green hair sticking out everywhere. “I just enhanced them.”

“Deliberately?”

“No. Simply touching someone can influence their needs and desires when my power leaks out.”