Page 16 of Drakhana's Treasure
I try to follow her twists through the clouds. It’s all coming together the longer I stay in the sky. My mind slowly connects to the rest of my body so I can flap my wings and twist without thinking about it. I can’t follow Kirralee’s tight moves but I’m keeping up, at least.
Suddenly she streaks by me, nose pointed at the ground. She falls so fast I can’t keep track of her. Wings tucked by her side she drops like a stone, hurtling towards the desert sands.
I drop down slowly, knowing that I’m not practiced enough for a fast landing. Every moment that passes that I don’t see her my fear increases. My dragon is furious that she’s out of sight and I have to temper its brutal fury with some human good sense.
Finally, I get close enough to the ground to see her. When I realize she’s plastered against the ground I just fall, thinking she must be injured. I shift back as I hit the ground, my dragon dissipating as it takes the brunt of the impact. Even so, I’m going to be bruised up.
Kirralee is human too, lying flat against the sand. Her open hands seem to drink the soil, her cheek pressed tightly to the hard-baked desert.
“Kirralee, are you okay?”
Her eyes flutter, not quite opening.
“I can hear it. I can feel it.”
“What?” I’m thoroughly confused. I can’t feel a thing.
“The fire. Can’t you feel it? It’s moving under the ground…” She makes a long humming sound, ending in a gasp. It’s almost a sound of sexual pleasure and my cock springs up, imagining those beautiful lips making that sound for me. The moment is so distracting I can almost feel her sweaty limbs against my own.
“I can’t feel it.” I shake my head, not even knowing what I’m supposed to be feeling.
“Come, Rastus. Lay down here with me. Take my hand.”
Both dragon and man groan, holding it in with extreme difficulty. It’s all I want to get closet her, to touch her. But I will lose control. I can’t resist her.
“Come on, Rastus. Feel it, hear it. Take my hand, I’ll show you.”
Hesitantly, I kneel down beside her, feeling the heat locked in the sand. I reach out, my fingers feeling like they are set alight when I touch her skin.
My hand covers hers and it’s like sinking into the desert itself. Fire blooms beneath us in the lava, the blood of the earth.
I’m part of it, one with it.
I was always made of fire. It never left me. I only lost touch with it because I ran away from it.
I needed Kirralee to lead me back to it.
Eleven
Kirralee
Spiraling in the sky with Rastus, all I could feel was the throb of the land beneath me. The clouds are cold and the sky an endless expanse of shifting winds. Coming up from the hard desert floor was a wave of heat that stroked my dragon’s soul.
I feel like every moment since I left my mountain, I’ve been trapped in a cage of ice. The bars kept getting tighter, the cold restrictions of the human world slowly murdering the fire within me.
Once the shape took me over, I felt the magnetism towards Rastus. It couldn’t be denied once our wings were gracing the slipstreams together. I realize that one of the reasons I was so anxious around him was because I didn’t want to disappoint him. Not as a dragon recruit, but as a potential partner.
His awe-inspiring status forced me to block my feelings. I’m not worthy of him. He has been the subject of stories and admiration for a long time. Even if I thought he looked at me with affection, I passed it off as my own immaturity.
But now I know that it goes both ways. The warm air from the desert fills my wings and I know it’s twisting around him, too. I don’t understand why he can’t feel it.
Unable to hold back from its haunting song, I plunge to the desert floor. I land in a hard crash to the ground, letting the weight of my dragon shape fan out a scatter of sand around me. Then I lay down on the warm earth, plastering myself against the earth.
Rastus follows me down and he stands over me. I can feel the awkwardness in him. His humanity is preventing him from doing what he knows he should.
I know that if he touches my hand and comes with me into sensation, I can restore him. I don’t know how I know it and it’s not a power our people have ever possessed. Still, I know that I can heal him.
He comes closer at my urging, fidgeting above me. You would think that standing naked in the middle of the desert would be enough for him to throw off his human affectation, but he seems to be hanging on to it like a shield.
