Page 19 of Fire's Storm
A growl escapes that echoes against stone walls. My hands reach for her, needing contact more than air itself, but I force myself to pause, to seek final confirmation.
"Once we begin the exchange, stopping will be... difficult," I warn, electricity crackling visibly between my fingertips as my control slips further. "Your body will demand completion."
"Then complete me," she answers simply, stepping forward to eliminate the space between us, pressing her smaller form against my partially transformed body.
The contact sends electricity arcing between us, visible currents racing across joined skin. Her gasp transforms into a moan as pleasure rather than pain follows the connection, her body arching instinctively to maximize contact.
My control shatters completely, arms encircling her waist, lifting her against my chest as I carry her the final distance to the sleeping platform. I lay her across dark fabrics that contrast with her copper hair and pale skin.
She looks impossibly small against the massive bedding. The dragon roars its approval. I find myself circling the platform once, scanning for threats before joining her, an ancient instinct to secure the territory before mating.
Kneeling beside her, I place one large hand on her sternum, directly between her breasts, over her heart. Electricity flows from my palm into her body, visible currents disappearing beneath her skin, seeking the energy building dangerously in her nervous system.
Her back arches off the bed at the contact, a cry escaping that contains equal parts relief and pleasure.
"Yes," she gasps, hands grasping my forearm, holding my palm against her chest as energy transfers between us. "God, yes."
The relief in her voice confirms my diagnosis—the headaches, the physical discomfort, symptoms of excess energy her changing body cannot yet properly channel. My touch provides the grounding she needs, my more developed dragonphysiology absorbing and redistributing what her system cannot yet handle.
But as the transfer continues, relief gives way to something deeper, more primal. Her hips shift restlessly against the bedding, thighs pressing together as energy redirects through her system, intensifying nerve endings, heightening sensitivity.
The exchange, meant to be therapeutic, becomes increasingly sexual as her body responds to my touch, to my energy merging with hers. The scent of her arousal intensifies, making my mouth water with the need to taste her.
"Vulcan," she moans, the sound of my name from her lips sending another surge of heat through my system. "I need—I need?—"
"I know what you need," I growl, moving my hand from her sternum to cup one perfect breast. Electricity follows my touch, blue-white sparks dancing across her nipple as I caress sensitive flesh.
Her cry of pleasure echoes through the chamber as her body arches into my touch, instinctively seeking more contact, more stimulation, more connection.
My free hand moves lower, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip, coming to rest on her thigh just below her practical black underwear. My claws have partially retracted, allowing me to touch her without injury, though my hands remain larger than human proportion.
"May I?" I ask, the question costing tremendous effort as my dragon instincts scream to claim, to take, to possess.
"If you don't," she manages, amber eyes now electric blue with arousal and awakening dragon nature, "I might kill you."
The threat, empty though it is, pleases my dragon half—fire in her nature matching the storm in mine. My hand moves higher, claws carefully hooking the edge of her underwear, sliding the fabric down strong thighs to reveal her completely.
My palm cups her sex, feeling heat and dampness that makes my body pulse with answering need. At the contact, electricity flows directly into her core, blue-white current disappearing inside her as energy seeks energy.
Her reaction is instantaneous—back arching completely off the bed, thighs spreading wider as pleasure overtakes pain. The cry that escapes her is not human, higher and more musical than her normal voice, the first indication of vocal changes accompanying her transformation.
"More," she demands, hips lifting against my palm, seeking greater contact, greater pressure. "Vulcan, please?—"
I oblige, one long finger carefully entering her slick heat while my thumb finds the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex. Electricity flows through precise points of contact, stimulating nerve endings beyond normal human sensation.
Her response is immediate, internal muscles clenching around my finger as pleasure builds rapidly, driving her toward a peak necessary for proper energy distribution.
"That's it," I encourage, adding a second finger, stretching her carefully as her body accommodates my larger-than-human digits. "Take what you need."
Her hands grasp my forearm, nails digging into scaled skin as her hips move against my hand. The scent of our combined arousal fills the chamber, her sweet human musk mixing with my heavier dragon pheromones as energy continues flowing between us.
When I feel her internal muscles begin to flutter around my fingers, I increase electrical output, sending concentrated current directly to where they're joined. Her climax crashes through her with physical manifestation, actual visible sparks emanating from her skin as pleasure peaks, as energy completes its circuit between them.
Her cry echoes against stone walls as she convulses around my fingers, back arched, thighs trembling, electricity discharging in flashes that illuminate the chamber.
The sight of her coming undone beneath my touch, energy literally exploding from her human frame as dragon nature emerges, is the most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed.
As her body relaxes incrementally, aftershocks still sending visible currents across her skin, I carefully withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my mouth to taste her essence. The flavor explodes across my tongue—sweet human arousal layered with storm dragon markers emerging in her biochemistry.
