Page 34 of Wings of Frost and Fury (Merciless Dragons #4)

A vicious growl rips from Ashvelon’s throat and his spikes bristle. “What the fuck did you say?”

“Rothkuri sprayed me. It felt good.”

“Sprayed you with what ?”

“With water.” I raise an eyebrow. “What else?”

“Water,” he repeats, his spikes lowering a bit. “That’s all right, then. I can provide cooling for you much more effectively than Rothkuri. I can shift my frost-fire more toward the frost side than the flames, and if I blow it near you, you should get the benefit of some cool air.”

With my clouded thoughts, I can barely understand what he’s suggesting. It sounds dangerous, but I’m desperate for some relief. “Go ahead and try it.”

Ashvelon stretches out his neck and angles his head slightly. He blows a stream of bluish-white light across the nest, and sure enough, frosty air brushes over my body. My skin erupts in goosebumps and my nipples tighten.

“Fuck yes,” I breathe.

Having Ashvelon with me is an immense relief. His presence stimulates my mind, calms my heart, and cools the fever blazing in my body. Maybe, with his help, I can survive this after all.

After he cools me off with several long breaths, I sink into unsettled oblivion for a while.

When I resurface, my fever has broken, though I still feel weak. There’s an orange glow in the cave—Ashvelon has lit a couple of the dyre-stones.

I roll over in the nest, pushing myself up on one arm to see the cave entrance.

It looks as if a dark-blue velvet drape has been dropped across it, blotting out the view.

There are a million veins of glimmering silver thread in the blue—sheets of rain cast by the storm.

Raindrops shatter against the ledge beyond the cave mouth, splattering dark wetness against the gray rock.

As I watch, lightning whites out my vision, and for several seconds I can’t see anything, even with my eyes wide open.

“Ashvelon,” I cry out.

His scaly muzzle bumps my bare shoulder lightly. “I’m here,” he rumbles.

I clutch at the spikes along his lower jaw, hanging onto him until my vision returns.

“How do you feel?” he murmurs.

A sharp crack interrupts my reply, and we both startle at the grinding roar of rocks rolling down the mountainside somewhere nearby. It’s a strange sensation, feeling a dragon jump at a loud sound, and it’s more unsettling than I’d like to admit.

“I hate this,” I whisper.

“You should eat something.”

Mentally I check in with my stomach. It’s not churning as terribly as it was.

“Maybe something small,” I relent.

Ashvelon gives me fresh water and plies me with salted crackers which he must have taken from my pantry at the cottage.

“You couldn’t have obtained these in dragon form,” I comment, nibbling on a cracker. “You learned to shift at will, didn’t you?”

He runs his tongue over his jaws, his wings arching proudly. “It took several attempts, but I managed it.”

“What else did you bring me?”

He’s almost puppyish as he fetches more items from the bundle and lays them on the nest beside me.

There’s a “dice and divots” game in its leather case, a few books, an assortment of food, a couple of scarves, a brightly colored tapestry, a painting I once bought at a market, and several necklaces.

To my shock, he also brought a jeweled butt plug and the strap-on phallus I’ve used with a couple of my lovers.

The strap-on’s harness is made of soft leather, and the false cock is enclosed in a silky covering tied with a ribbon, so I doubt he perceived its true shape.

As for the butt plug, I’m guessing the sparkly gem seized the dragon’s attention.

The object is slightly egg-shaped, tapered, and about as long as my little finger.

He probably has no idea where it’s supposed to go.

I smirk at the sight of the toys. “Why did you choose these?”

“They were in a chest near your bed. They looked interesting and important.”

My laugh turns into an undignified snort. “Oh, they’re definitely both of those things.” I push myself up higher on my elbow. “I feel a little better. Once I’ve eaten a bit more, maybe you can shift, and I’ll show you how they work.”

He chuffs in confusion. “Why do I need to be in human form for this demonstration?”

“Oh, sweet innocent dragon.” I chuckle. “They’re for sex.

Specifically, they’re for a certain tiny, puckered hole that you have in human form.

You do possess a similar hole in this form as well, but I don’t have a plug that’s, shall we say, appropriately sized for a dragon.

Something to consider for later, though. ”

His eyes dilate, though I’m not sure if it’s apprehension or fear prompting the reaction. Perhaps a bit of both. “You told me you weren’t going to fuck me again.”

“Well, you see, I didn’t want to then , but I do now. Remember, darling, I say all sort of things I don’t mean.”

His lips curl back, revealing his sharp teeth in something like a dragonesque smile. “Oh, I knew you didn’t mean it. I can tell when you’re being sincere and when you’re lying.”

“Can you? How disappointing. I like being mysterious.”

“You are very mysterious, never fear.” He lowers his great head to nuzzle my cheek. “But I see the truth of you more clearly now.”

His tongue sweeps along my cheekbone, and I draw in a long breath, letting my eyes close for a moment, relishing the affection. But he keeps licking, becoming more enthusiastic with every passing second, until I giggle and push him away.

“Stop licking and go sit over there,” I order him. “Give me some space to eat.”

With a faint whine, he obeys. I finish several more crackers, some cheese, and a few sips of wine. It’s all I can manage, but it’s enough to stop me from trembling so violently.

Perhaps I shouldn’t be spending what little energy I have on playtime with Ashvelon, but I have a dreadful feeling that my physical condition is going to get progressively worse the longer the Mordvorren hangs over Ouroskelle. I may as well enjoy myself while I still have the strength.

I turn my attention to the big gray dragon who’s sitting in the middle of the cave, occasionally glancing out at the torrents of rain, pretending that he’s not physically trembling with desire.

He shifts uncomfortably, and I catch a glimpse of the giant, swollen cock that has extruded from his genital slit.

“Looks as if the snake is out of the pocket.” I smirk, and he chuffs with mingled desire and embarrassment.

“My need is not your responsibility,” he says. “If you do not feel physically well enough for this—”

“Ah, but darling, I need it too. I have the most depraved desire to hear you scream .”

A shudder runs over his huge form. He moans softly between those immense jaws, and his tongue flickers out.

I survey the interior of cave, wishing I had something to which I could tie him. I think torturing him sexually is exactly what I need to take my mind off the watery sensation in my muscles and the dullness in my head.

He brought a couple of silk scarves back with him. I suppose those will have to do.

“You may transform,” I tell him .

The dragon’s neck arches and his brow ridges contract, as if he’s struggling to focus. After a long moment, he manages to shift.

Fuck, he’s beautiful. I will never tire of the curves of his strong shoulders, the muscular panels of his chest and abdomen, or the golden waves of his hair.

Most of all, I enjoy that sweet, handsome face of his.

It belongs to him now, no one else. The expressions are his, the beauty is his.

His personality transforms his features, claiming them, reshaping them.

He’s pathetically hard and needy, dripping arousal from the tiny slit at the end of his pretty pink cock. I am so inexpressibly lucky that I get to play with him.

I climb out of the nest and pick up the scarves, the strap-on cock, and the plug. “Lie down on your stomach,” I tell him.

He lowers himself to the smooth stone floor with his cock pinned beneath him.

Sitting at his side, I stroke the firm, juicy curves of his rear. “I’ve never seen a man with such a perfect ass.”

“Not even the innkeeper ?” he mutters.

“No. This ass is all you, darling.” I smack it, delighted with the slight jiggle despite its firmness. Impulsively I lean down and bite him, sinking my teeth into his ass cheek until he gasps at the pinch.

“Yes, I bit you, dragon,” I murmur, licking the arcs of the indentations left by my teeth. “How do you feel about that?”

“It hurt, but I liked it,” he says breathlessly.

“Good boy. Spread your legs for me, wide as you can. That’s it. Oh, look at these plump balls, all squished against the floor.” I trace them with a fingertip. “So swollen. So ready to be toyed with.” I squeeze them lightly, listening to the hiss of his breath.

“And this…” I press my fingertip to his asshole.

It’s pink, clean, and bare. This body is new and fresh, which means playing with this part of him will be far more pleasant than it wa s with some of the human males I’ve fucked.

Mentally I block out the memory of one particularly disgusting interlude…

That won’t happen with Ashvelon.

I packed lubricant among the supplies I brought when I came here. A girl should always be prepared. But before I fetch it, I lie down naked between his spread thighs, pull apart his cheeks, and touch my tongue to his hole.

Even here, his skin tastes good. Warm, salty, and sweet, with a faint magical freshness. New skin, perfect skin. He’s absolutely delicious. I trace the puckered creases enthusiastically, then push the tip of my tongue into the tightness at the center.

“By the Bone-Builder,” Ashvelon swears in a shaking whisper.

He’s no virgin, as we’ve thoroughly established by now, but I still feel some responsibility for making sure he’s comfortable with what I’m doing to his new, unfamiliar body.

“Do you like this?” I ask.

“Fuck yes.”

I smile and bite his ass cheek lightly again.