Page 27 of Wings of Frost and Fury (Merciless Dragons #4)

“I thought this was bread.” I peer at the sponge. “And that bottle looked like water. ”

“Try again, sweetheart. I tucked some wine bottles in your nest over there—fetch me one of those. And the corked jug next to it—that should have water. See that brown paper wrapping? Bring that as well, and the round thing in the white cloth.”

I bring her everything she requests. She spreads out the white cloth and sets out a meal of partly crumbled items she calls “cookies,” which have a raspberry center. There’s cheese as well, and tinned fish, and a jar of syrupy fruit.

She insists that I eat with her, and we both drink from the water jug and the dark glass bottle of wine. Her energy doesn’t last long, though. After she has eaten some of the food, she moves back onto the blankets and lies down again.

I continue eating and drinking, enjoying the variety of new tastes and textures. But my human stomach has a limited capacity, and soon I feel as if I can’t take another bite. I fold up the cloth over the remaining food and I cork both the water jug and the bottle.

“Come here, sweet pet.” Thelise beckons, and I crawl over to her immediately. She touches her lips, an imperious little gesture, and I smile as I kiss her.

She sighs into my mouth, then whispers, “I’m so glad to be alive.”

With my heart on my lips, I kiss her again, fervent and pained and grateful.

She pushes me back gently so she can look into my eyes. “You would have missed me if I had died.”

“I nearly broke when I thought you were gone.”

“I heard you,” she says softly. “Aren’t you going to ask questions about the spell I cast?”

My hand presses along her waist. “In time.”

A sultry heat glows in her eyes. “You have other things on your mind. Naughty things.”

“Like my tongue in your cunt. Yes. ”

“We can do two things at once.” Her fingers curl into the skirts of her gown, pulling it up in bunched folds. “I’ll tell you about the spell, and you can eat my pussy.”

“Pussy,” I murmur, as she shifts her thighs apart, showing the delicate folds with her liquid glistening like diamonds between them. I am nothing if not a lover of treasure, and I set myself to the task of consuming every drop while she tells me in breathless phrases about the spell she cast.

The members of my clan and I are still dragons, but we are also shifters, with a human form we must assume for eight hours each day.

This first period as humans will be longer, to allow us to acclimate and to let the spell take full effect.

For a while the change will happen automatically, when our time in each form expires, but eventually we will gain some control over when we change.

Thelise assures me that the mating frenzy will still occur, but its intensity may be lessened.

Any human women impregnated during mating season will carry one or more dragon eggs for about a week, at which time they will lay those eggs.

When the eggs hatch, the offspring will emerge as tiny dragons, and will not complete their first shift to human form until they are six months old.

“There are probably a few things I didn’t think of,” Thelise gasps. Her thighs are trembling as I lick the peak of her pussy. “A spell this complex is never quite perfect. But I did my best, truly.”

“And you shall be rewarded.” I slide my tongue along one of her plump folds.

“And you shall be punished,” she replies. “I haven’t forgotten my promise to chastise you.”

I look up at her from between her legs. “Yes, please.”

“Finish what you’re doing there first.” She puts her hand in my hair and shoves my face back into her sex. “God, that’s perfect. Move your head back and forth, back and forth… just li ke that… and then lick me again, right over my clit, quick as you can.”

I rub my face back and forth against her pussy, then lash her clit with my tongue while her fingers squeeze fistfuls of my hair.

She gives a sharp, repeated whine, squirms, and comes against my mouth.

I feel her pussy moving compulsively against my lips and chin, quaking rhythmically with the pleasure.

It’s yet another new experience, one that gives me a deeper insight into her body and its delights.

“You’re getting so fucking good at this,” she gasps, releasing my hair. “You can breathe now. Good dragon. Well done.”

The praise makes me achingly hard. I’ve been burning with desire the entire time I was pleasuring her, but those words drive me to the point of actual pain.

“I need to come.” The words break out of me in a desperate moan.

The instant I say it, I realize my mistake.

Thelise smiles wickedly, triumphantly. “Oh, this is perfect. You need some training to develop your stamina, and there’s no time like the present, is there, pet?”

“Stamina…” I know what that word means with regards to flying or fighting. I can only assume, when it comes to sex, that stamina involves endurance. Lasting a long time. Which sounds like torture.

“Please,” I say brokenly.

“Take off your clothes, pet.” Her tone is gentle. “I promise, if you obey me in this, the end result will bring both of us greater pleasure. You want to bring me pleasure, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then you must be able to last inside me for more than a few seconds. You need to be able to thrust for a decent amount of time before you come. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” I grit out .

“Strip naked and kneel in front of me,” she orders.

She lies in the nest, propped on both elbows, watching as I undress. The floor of the nest is firm, like the bed in her cottage, so I kneel there on the blanket, positioned before her as she commanded.

“Don’t let your bottom touch your heels,” she says. “I want you upright, kneeling straight and tall. Clasp both hands behind your back and keep them there.”

I obey, my jaw tight. My cock juts out in front of me, flushed and hard, clear liquid forming at the pink tip. My balls ache. Every part of me wants to touch myself, or to pounce on her and glide my whole length inside her wet slit.

But she is teaching me restraint in a whole new way. It’s a lesson I know I should learn. So I submit.

Thelise scoots a little closer to me and places her feet on either side of my cock.

At the exquisite, torturous contact, I groan, and my body sways forward.

“Be still,” she orders, moving her feet apart so she isn’t touching me. “Don’t come.”

Carefully she places the soles of her feet against my cock again. I’m so sensitive that I nearly climax, but I sob, “Fuck,” and center my entire focus on holding back.

“Good.” She shifts her delicate right foot, prodding her toe against the underside of my cock head.

I’m shaking, groaning, fighting not to yield. She wiggles her toe.

“I’m going to come,” I choke out. “Please, please…”

Her feet stop touching me, and she snaps, “No. Not yet.”

I have never whimpered in my life, but that’s the only word for the sounds coming out of me now.

There’s a strange relief in being like this with her, in allowing myself to be open and broken, yielding the most intimate part of my body utterly to her.

Among my kind, the idea of sex outside mating season is so taboo, so shameful—and yet with her, it’s normal, beautiful, and welcomed.

This torture she’s putting me through has a goal—to make me a better lover for her, so we can both reach greater heights of pleasure. She’s doing this because she likes me enough to keep fucking me. She’s investing her time, her effort, and her thoughts in me . How incredibly fortunate am I?

The joy of it rushes through me, body and soul, and I smile at her.

She bats my cock lightly with her foot. “How dare you look at me like that, pet? Focus on the lesson.” But her rebuke has no sharp edges, and her eyes hold a glow that reflects the light in my own heart.

Thelise presses both her feet against my cock and drags them upward in one slow, fluid motion. I groan heavily, and more clear liquid leaks from the tip of my length.

She doesn’t touch me again for several minutes.

Just leaves me there, bare and flaming with need, while she sips wine and watches me.

It’s clear from her expression that she admires my body.

Did she form me to suit her own particular desires?

Am I merely an object of amusement crafted from her imagination?

Perhaps I frown slightly without meaning to, distracted by my thoughts. She leans forward, intent on recapturing my attention, and she pulls down the top of her gown, revealing her breasts. My cock twitches helplessly.

With one slender foot, she grazes the underside of my length again. Both her feet move together, rubbing along my cock. My breathing turns short and loud—shattered moans instead of exhales. I can feel the intensity building—I’m going to come—the relief is almost here—

She removes her feet from my cock and backs away.

“No,” I sob. It’s all I can do to keep my hands clasped, both arms behind me, my thighs locked in the upright kneeling position. “Please. ”

“What do you want, pet?” she asks softly.

“I want release.”

“Wrong answer.”

Another sob quakes in my chest. I wait for what feels like ages. She’s giving me time to think over my next answer.

At last, she traces one foot along my length again. “What do you want, pet?”

“I want to come… for you.”

She tilts her head. “Much better.” She changes her position, sitting in front of me. “Come, then. But you may not touch yourself.”

Thelise bends, opens her mouth, and puts out her tongue, right beneath the tip of my cock. I grunt with the pain of needing to surge forward over that tongue, to plunge between her lips—but I wait.

Her tongue flickers, teasing the sensitive spot beneath the tip of my cock, coaxing, tantalizing. She moves her head, rubbing that little tongue against me, then holding it flat again, ready and waiting for my cum to spill over the pink surface.