Page 105 of Of Rime and Ruin
We plunge into the Rime.
My heart squeezes.
Imissedher.
My body expands and shifts. Scales darken.
Horns sprout and spines poke through.
Claws extend.
Tail thrashes.
Thighs clench and kick, propelling us into deeper water.
Power.
Control.
Her magic weaves through the barrier of my mind, and her voice echoes through me.Hello, Beasty.
She sounds happy.
Me too.
My chest might explode from the pressure of this feeling.
I speak, pouring all my affection into it:Sunfish.
My heart is fast. Needy. Never have I wanted anything more desperately.
Her slick tail slides against my abdomen, and I scent her arousal. Thick and sweet. She wants me, too.
Against the sheath between my legs, my cock hardens, begging for release.
Not yet.
Not here.
First, I must take her somewhere safe.
Who knows what could be lurking in the deep?
I angle past the dungeon, toward the old royal city, where the forgotten ruins of Doloch are embedded in the glacier. Here, the hollow passages were carved over millennia. Ancient and grand.
Nahla peers around, and I sense her awe through our mental link. It’s a beautiful city. Tall spires of ice. Intricate engravings. Buttresses. Two pikewhale statues guard the entrance, their long spears home now to glacierweed. A pity, but still beautiful.
Where are we going?she asks.
I smirk. She’s going to love this.
You’ll see.
Through the entrance and into the hollow center of the city. Ice stretches around, forming a bowl above our heads. From the ceiling dangles a broken chandelier, its glowmite lamps scattered on the floor. Tunnels branch in all directions. I take the far tunnel, passing into the shadows.
Nahla clings more tightly to my chest. Her nose grazes my skin. My cock lengthens, and the fleshy tip slips between the gap in my sheath.
Almost there.
