Encounter: Dragon in Waiting (Dragon's Watch)

Encounter -- Dragon in Waiting (Dragon's Watch)

Shelby Morgen

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Dragon in Waiting

Omellain stirred slowly, responding to the heat of the body resting against her. She sensed she'd been asleep far longer this time. Almost too long.

She wasn't young any more, but she wasn't old, for a dragon. Not one of the true ancients, like Pajja, but still far older than any other being in this part of the world. She hadn't really meant to stay asleep so many years. She glanced about. The skyline had changed. Make that decades. Maybe more.

The world had changed. The humans didn't believe in Dragons now. Didn't need guardians. So she'd waited. She'd known he'd be back. He always came back to her.

Eventually.

She stretched carefully, testing her wings, ancient and creaky with disuse. "It's been a while, my friend. We're not in any hurry are we? Do you still maintain a corporate suite here in the city? I could use a nice hot bath and a good meal."

He pressed against her playfully. "And some hot Dragon sex to loosen you up, my love?"

She pressed her face against his chest, her hot breath filled with laughter. "I like the way you think, old friend. I do like the way you think."

She flapped her wings, once, twice, but they only shed tiny flakes of shimmering stone. Perhaps she was wrong. Perhaps it really had been too long this time.

"Shift for me," he whispered against her ear. The warm, sweet wind of his breath tugged gently at her aging scales.

She tried, but nothing happened. A wrinkle of dismay shivered through her. She would not panic. She would not. She'd lived a long, long life. More than two millennia. If this was to be her last, so be it. She'd hatched her eggs, seen them wake and flourish. Some no doubt still roamed the earth. Some had passed on. It was the way of things. She had few regrets.

"Shift for me, my love."

"None of us are immortal, my love. Perhaps my time has come."

She thought he would argue with her, try to dissuade her, as he always did, Instead he wrapped her in his wings and rubbed his muzzle against hers. "Then we will go down together."

With a mighty leap he sent them over the side of the rooftop in a sleek dive for the ruined city below. Despite the velocity of their decent, he rolled gracefully, no longer holding her, but guiding her along his ridged spine. She scrambled for purchase as he spread his wings, turning the spiraled freefall into a soaring flight.

The wind against her smelled of salt and sea and washed away years of city and soot. She opened her eyes and stretched her wings, moving them in time with his hard, powerful strokes, until they climbed again, soaring out above the ocean and skimming along the shoreline beyond the edges of the city. Grasses waved here, long stalks as tall as a human, grained heads bobbing gracefully in time to the incoming waves.

Here, it was as if the humans had never been.

A few more thrusts, and she gained altitude, the wind of their flight separating their bodies as they explored the coast. Pajja moved away, then shifted back, above her now, skimming closer till she could feel his heat against her sea misted scales.

She was ready when he settled closer, still, his rear legs framing hers, locking them together, belly to back. She had not forgotten the glorious feel of her body, warm and willing, her elongated slit opening for him, wet and wanting as she curled her tail aside to wrap around him, letting h

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