or a freak of nature! Though he thought he was the
last of his kind...”
“I thought I was the only one of my
kind,” said Telnar slowly. “A monster. A deformed beast.”
Kara sat down on the bed, and
indicated that Telnar sit beside her. Hesitantly, he did so. He kept his
distance, but she could still feel the heat that rose up from his skin.
“Were you not born with the
knowledge of dragons?” she asked. “Rhodar hatched as a grown man, already
knowing what he was.”
Telnar shook his head, sending his
blue-black hair flying. “I do not remember anything but the palace of Wyrm. The Master uses my magic to power his spells.”
“Then why not set Rhodar free?”
Kara urged. “He has magic too. Join your power, and both of your could tear
down this palace around you! And then fly free...”
The bitterness returned to Telnar’s
face. “Fly? I cannot fly. You call me a dragon-shifter, but I have never
changed. This hideous form is all I have ever known.”
“It’s not hideous,” said Kara. “And
you’ve probably been enchanted to prevent you from shifting into your dragon
form. I expect you could do it if you were free.”
“Freedom!” Telnar spat out the
word. “What is freedom but a life of loneliness? At least here there are other
monsters. No woman would ever touch a beast such as I.”
“I would,” said Kara. “I do.”
She laid her hand on Telnar’s
cheek. He jumped as if she had stabbed him.
“You’re lying,” he said. “You want
to use me to gain your freedom.”
Kara trailed her fingers down his
cheek and, slowly, across his lips. He drew in his breath, his lips trembling.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that beneath his leather loincloth, his
huge cock was swelling. The sight sent a flutter of desire down her spine.
“I am not lying,” she said softly.
“And I will prove it to you.”
She slipped her hand behind his
back, and stroked the delicate membranes of his wings.
Her heart was full of compassion
for the bitter dragon-shifter. It had occurred to her to seduce him— to use him
to gain her freedom, as he had accused her of doing— but she couldn’t bring
herself to be anything but honest with him. He deserved no less.
“I don’t promise to stay with you
after I am free,” Kara said, willing him to read the truth in her level gaze.
“I’m Rhodar’s mate, and I love him. But I don’t think he’d mind if I shared
myself with you this one time. I’m sure he wouldn’t want another dragon-shifter
to believe that he’s a monster no woman could be attracted to.”
“I don’t believe you,” Telnar
whispered. But there was longing in his tone, as if he wanted to believe.
She reached across the bed and picked
up his jade green tail.
“My cunt doesn’t lie,” said Kara
simply. “Feel how wet I am for you.”
She guided the blunt tip of his
tail inside of her. He gasped, and his tail went rigid. She moved against its
hot length, rubbing her pearl against it.
His tail was more slim that
Rhodar’s, and only a little hotter than human flesh. His scales were more
pronounced. She could feel them as individual bumps inside of her throbbing
cunt and against her sensitive pearl.
Telnar’s wings beat the air,
sending a breeze through the room. Draperies fluttered.
Hesitantly, he leaned forward, his
storm-gray eyes open and wary. When he kissed her, he only pressed his lips
against hers, keeping his tongue inside his mouth. Kara boldly thrust her
tongue into his mouth, seeking his. After a moment, his forked tongue flicked
against hers. She licked at it, trying to assure him with her actions that she
found it exciting, not repulsive.
He slowly began to respond to her,
coiling the fork around her tongue and sliding the heated split down the length
of her tongue. At that, she felt a gush of liquid flow from her cunt, washing
over his tail.
He broke off the kiss and looked
her over, his eyes wide and startled.
“You really do want me,” he