My pussy clenched around his cock, the amazing texture doing things to my insides I didn’t even know were possible. My clit throbbed as his other cock rubbed it with just the rightamount of pressure. I was so close to exploding, and I wanted him to join me.
“I am going to-“ I didn’t even have time to finish my sentence as my orgasm took hold of me.
Pleasure filled my senses as my climax washed over me. I could feel his cocks throb, and he filled me and covered me with his cum. A flurry of golden sparkles shimmered in front of me, blinding me momentarily. As I opened my eyes again, the Dragon had transformed into something new. It was like he had become more human and was now something between a creature and a human man.
“What happened?” I asked, the last tremors of pleasure still coursing through my body, my pussy clenching around his cock.
“I think you broke the curse,” he murmured, even his voice softer than before, but still rougher than anyone I’ve heard.
“What curse?” I asked.
“The one that turned me into a dragon,” he said as he looked at one of his hands that still had claws at the tip, but were almost the same size as mine. “I imagined being less scaly after breaking the curse.”
“I like your scales,” I said as I caressed his golden chest.
He rumbled a laugh as he pulled out and rolled next to me, pulling me in his arms.
"Why does it feel like I should remember you?” he murmured as he brushed away a lock of my sweaty hair.
It was nice lying face to face as we were almost equal in size now. My head lay on his arm as we both lay on our sides. I studied his face. It was more human than before, but still covered with scales, and he had a snout protruding. I wondered if I could kiss him.
“I think you know me more intimately than anyone now,” I said as I put my hand on his neck, pulling him closer.
“You remind me of someone. Someone from a different life. I feel like I should remember, but there is still so much missing from my memories. I do not know how long I have been in this cave or how much time passed since the curse.”
“Do you remember their name? Do you remember your name?” I asked.
“It was a musical name. The sound on someone's lip could always make me smile, but it was also filled with a kind of sadness of not having a choice. I think I was supposed to marry this person. Not a person; a princess,” my Dragon said, his eyes hazy as if far away and remembering.
“You were supposed to marry a princess?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Could it be? Could he be my betrothed? I looked at him with different eyes, trying to find the face I'd seen on a painting so many times before. The last painting had been almost five years ago, and he still had a youthful expression on it, but the way his eyes sat in his face, the way his brows furrowed. It could be.
“I won’t anymore,” he said, his eyes focusing on me as if he heard the distress in my voice. “This between us is so much more worth than a promise I made a lifetime ago.”
“What was the princess’s name?” I asked.
His brows furrowed, and his eyes closed as he tried to remember. “It started with an E, I think, and then there was a soft sound following it.”
“Elowen,” I said.
His eyes popped open as he stared at me. “Elowen. Indeed. How did you know?”
“Because I am her,” I said. “And you are Theron.”
“Theron,” my prince said as if tasting his own name for the first time in a long time.
A shudder washed over him as if his memories resurfaced. I put my hand on his cheek; not scared by the harsh scalessurrounding his lips or the sharp teeth clenched together. Somehow, this Dragon and the man I was supposed to marry were one and the same person. Knowing it had been a curse that kept him from me healed a piece inside of me I didn’t know was broken. Together we could set right what was wrong in the world and rule our countries.
“I remember,” Theron whispered, looking at me, his eyes roving over my face as if seeing me for the first time. “I remember meeting you when you were just born. I remember getting a portrait each year and knowing you would grow into a beautiful woman who would rule by my side. I remember pledging my loyalty to you even though we were separated by miles, and I remember the witch not accepting that. She cursed me because I refused her advances.”
“I didn’t know. The portraits just stopped coming, and all of our messengers disappeared,” I said.
“How long has it been?” he asked.
“Five years,” I said.
Theron blew out a slow breath. “I feared it had been longer.”