Page 16 of Wings of Frost and Fury (Merciless Dragons #4)

The sorceress asks me to touch her neck first. I think she liked it when I stroked her there before.

Every few moments, she guides my hand to a new place and tells me the human name for that part of her body.

Collarbone, shoulder, breast. Bellybutton, where I spotted that shining little jewel earlier.

Apparently it is embedded in her flesh. A piercing, she calls it—a tiny hole through which to insert decorations for her body, like the gold hoops and jeweled studs she wears in her ears.

I’m familiar with certain types of human piercings. The Vohrainian nobility pierce their noses and wear different jewels in their septum rings to indicate their rank.

I like Thelise’s nose just as it is.

Her breasts intrigue me. They are intended for nursing young, and yet their size and fullness are appealing to me, a grown male, in a way I’ve never experienced.

I like their round shape, and the dark brown bits she calls nipples , which become harder and more pointed the longer I play with them.

Her lashes droop and her breath turns quick and shallow as I softly squeeze one breast, then the other.

Her scent blooms richer and sweeter than ever.

My cock grows harder in response. It burns hot in my hand, and it’s all I can do not to stroke it. My body craves friction there, along that sensitive length.

But instead of indulging myself, I focus on the enchantress’s full breasts and the way they squish beautifully under my fingers.

“Female dragons do not have these. They don’t produce milk,” I say. “We masticate food for the hatchlings and put the softened material into their mouths.”

Thelise’s nose wrinkles. “Don’t talk about masticating food for hatchlings while we’re doing sexual things, I beg you. No, I don’t beg—I command it.”

“Your command is my pleasure,” I reply. “But I still don’t understand how humans mate. Where does the seed go? Is that a mating slit?” I point to the cleft between her thighs.

“Ugh, really? Seed? Mating slit?” She wrinkles her nose again. I’m beginning to understand that’s a sign of disgust.

“You’re disdainful of the way I speak.” I withdraw my hand from her skin. “Are you going to teach me or mock me?”

“A little of both, maybe.” She sighs. “I’ll try not to mock you for things you don’t know, because that isn’t fair to you.”

“No, it is not.”

“Very well. Come with me. The rest of this exploration is best done in bed.”

She leads me into another room, and once again I marvel at how the alteration in my form has changed my perspective, enabling me to experience new things.

As a dragon, I wouldn’t have been able to squeeze my head into this space, but my human body fits, though I strike my forehead on the top of the doorway.

“I’m sorry!” she exclaims. “I forgot how tall I made you. ”

“You had control over my human appearance?”

“To an extent.” She doesn’t seem to wish to discuss it further.

Instead, she crawls onto the bed and leans back against a pile of things—pillows, I think they’re called.

She bends her long legs and opens herself wide, revealing her mating slit.

One of her slender fingers traces through the area.

She curls that wet finger, beckoning me closer.

“You can stop holding your cock now,” she says. “Come here. Tell me how you feel, and what you want to do.”

I crawl onto the bed like she did, only far less gracefully.

It feels strange not having horns, a tail, or my protective hide.

My frost-fire is locked away, too. I searched for it in the moments after my transformation—not because I wanted to kill her, but for the sake of protection, in case she decided to turn on me.

Without it, in this vulnerable body, I have no choice but to trust her.

Trusting her should be difficult. I should feel resentful about it. And yet I feel nothing but passionate curiosity, lustful joy, and faint guilt because I’m wasting time instead of bringing her straight back to Kyreagan.

Thelise is dangerous. I’m in danger every moment that I’m with her. If I make a wrong move, she could decide to kill me instantly. Yet somehow the peril makes this experience more exciting, like the risk of gathering alethia only heightens the ecstasy of enjoying it.

“What do you want to do to me?” Thelise asks softly.

I stare at the mating parts between her legs. They are a smooth brown like the rest of her skin, though perhaps a shade darker, and they are layered like the petals of a flower, glossy and wet.

Fascinating as that area is, I shift my gaze to survey all of her—her lithe form, her graceful arms, her lovely face. Her hair is spread over the pillow, rich brown laced with threads of gold .

“What do I want to do?” I repeat her question. “I want to serve you forever.”

Her eyes widen. “You may not.”

“We shall see about that.”

“Right now , dragon,” she says. “What do you want to do to me right now ?”

I rise on my knees, taking my cock in my hand once more. “I want to put this inside you.” She purses her lips as if she’s disappointed, but I’m not done. “Before I do that, I want to taste the liquid slipping from your opening. It’s mine, isn’t it? Your body has created it for me?”

Her lips part, her eyes glowing. She nods.

“Then I plan to enjoy it.” I settle between her legs and take my first lick.

She tastes better than alethia. Her sweetness unfurls on my tongue, and a fierce craving for more awakens inside me. I lick again, more deeply and thoroughly.

Thelise whimpers, and her thighs shift and tighten.

“Does that hurt you?” I ask.

“It feels fucking amazing,” she hisses. “Don’t stop.”

The more I savor her, the more sweetness flows from her body.

She makes delicate sounds at first, like the noises of a small, soft animal, but as I familiarize myself with various parts of her mating area, her whimpers intensify to moans.

There’s one particular place that produces sharper moans—a small bit of flesh at the top of the mating slit.

“This place is sensitive,” I comment, after licking it a few more times.

“And yet human men seem to have such trouble understanding that,” she says with a breathless laugh. “That is my clit. I like kisses there, and gentle tugs with your teeth, and quick movements with your tongue. All of that will make me come. ”

“That’s the burst of pleasure like the one achieved with mating, or with alethia?” I clarify.

“Yes, exactly. Now stop talking , dragon, and—oh fuck —” She gives a little scream as I circle the clit with my thumb, then wiggle it with my fingertip. “Keep doing that—fuck—ahhh!”

Her body arches off the bed, and she slams one handon the finger I’ve been using to pleasure her, forcing it more tightly against her clit. A fresh flood of her scent billows into my nose, and I nearly go mad.

“I need—” I rasp, trembling. “I need—” I can’t think past the craving, can’t voice my desire, and yet she understands.

“Yes,” she gasps with a quick nod. “Yes, get inside me now, fucking now . Right here.” She releases my hand and points to the place where she wants me. The edges of her opening are fluttering, spilling more glistening wetness.

Thoughts flee my brain, and I let my body take over. Every muscle knows what to do, every limb knows its placement. I climb on top of her, settle my hips over hers, and shove my cock into her slit.

There’s a familiarity about the process, similar to the way I coupled with females as a dragon.

But this is far more intimate, far more intense.

There are no wings to avoid, no heavy armor of scales.

We are naked, our thin skins directly in contact.

Her breasts heave against my chest, and my face is nearly touching hers.

I never looked into a female dragon’s eyes while mating, but I look into hers as my cock sheathes itself fully in her soaked heat.

It’s a tight fit, a tantalizing squeeze of slippery flesh all around my length, stimulating every bare nerve.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she says faintly. “You feel so good.” And with a small smile, she lifts her head and kisses me on the mouth.

I come instantly, my cock throbbing heavily inside her, pouring my cum into her womb. Thelise gives a surprised little half-laugh .

“Oh you sweet thing,” she murmurs. “Look at you. Not even one thrust. It’s all right, it’s only the first time. Give it all to me, pet. Everything in those big balls of yours belongs deep inside me.”

“Fuck,” I groan. I don’t often say the word aloud, but I like the way she says it. I growl it again as I spill everything I have into her.

Since I’m not in the mating heat, I’m fairly sure that breeding her isn’t possible, even in this form. Despite that knowledge, the climax I just felt is the most satisfying one I’ve ever had.

“Pull out, pet,” she tells me softly. “And see what you’ve done.”

I ease back, drawing my cock out of her. When I look down, I see white liquid pouring in a creamy rivulet from her opening.

“As a dragon, I’ve been taught that wasting our seed is wicked,” I say.

“You’re a human right now. And I gave you permission.”

My whole body thrills at the words, at her smile. Her eyes are the most beautiful shade of brown I’ve ever seen.

I don’t speak again about my wish to serve her forever.

But I repeat it to myself, with growing certainty that it’s the future I want.

Whatever game she’s playing, whatever she plans to do with me, I will yield to her.

I will submit. I will count myself the most fortunate of dragons, the most favored of the Bone-Builder, if only I can exist in her presence for the rest of my days.

“We should clean up,” she says. “And then I believe I promised you food.”

“Could we do this again?” I ask.

She smiles, her tawny skin flushing richly along her cheekbones. “Maybe. Come, pet.”