Cold Blood, Warm Bodies

Scales pressed flush against the walls of chilled stone, hissing with blossoming clouds steam. Khianine was no stranger to the fever that pooled inside of her large, reptilian body. She was in heat, it was a simple fact. In her thousands of years of life, she had grown quite familiar with navigating this particular time of year on her own. With dragons being the dwindling species that they were, she didn't seem to have much of a choice.

She found that the quickest way to ease the warmth that thrummed just below her skin was to utilize the frigid conditions of her mountainous domain. The mountain cave in which she built her nest was merely a small cavern in an expansive network that connected all the way to its base. Khianine lived in the very center, most of the time. It kept her insulated and warm at all other times of the year, but when her heat struck she made her way farther up. There, the glacial, unending winds kept the rock just the right temperature for her needs.

Of course, she could always masturbate. The simple act of achieving orgasm would stop the sweltering discomfort in her body entirely, but only for a few hours before it came back even more intense than before. It was more convenient to settle against the cold floor of her home and watch the powdered snow dance along the howling winds outside. And that's precisely how she spent the first few days of her heat. It was on the fourth day that something strange occurred.

A human, bundled in countless layers and a puffy red jacket, clambered into her cave and collapsed almost instantly. His labored breathing and chattering teeth lead her to believe that he had been caught in the raging blizzard for a while. The human had yet to notice her presence, tucked away in the shadows.

It had been centuries since Khianine had seen a human. As it seemed, they were just as small and pathetic as they were the last time one had crossed her path. Even so, she held no explicit distaste towards them. She simply waited and watched the small trespasser, well overdue for some entertainment if nothing else.

The human laid on his back for quite a while, desperately trying to catch his breath. The sting in his lungs was audible with every wheeze. Sheltered from the wind, his shivering became a bit more manageable. When some of his strength seemed to return to him, he sat up and eased the pack from his shoulders with a relieved sigh. Slowly, he rose to his feet, stretching his limbs and flexing his joints as if unsure that he was still fully intact. Seemingly satisfied with the function of his body, his sunglasses and hood were removed. When he turned around to study the cave, a reddened face of rugged features was revealed.

It didn't take very long for the expression of fear to find its way on the human's face. Khianine resisted the urge to roll her eyes when the frightened scream tore from the human's throat. He stumbled backward until he was just barely in the mouth of the cave. Snow caught on his clothes and his skin only grew more red. There was clearly nowhere for him to go, and so he stilled where he was. Feet planted firmly, ready to run into certain death at the smallest movement she made.

Khianine was perfectly content to leave the human where he was, but his shuddering became a nuisance after a while. Reluctantly, she stood and crept toward the human. While her movements were meant to come across as unthreatening as possible, she could easily understand that it may seem like she was readying to pounce. She didn't blame the human for diving into the blustering winds as she approached, but it was an undeniably stupid move. He turned and made it a few paces into the blizzard before the dragoness took hold of the hood of his jacket in her maw.

Scruffed like a disobedient puppy, the human squirmed helplessly in her hold as she returned to the safe confines of her cave. She laid down in the same place she was just minutes prior, curling into herself. Khianine released the human into the curve of her body, her large tail wrapping under her chin and effectively deterring him from immediately running away. She fanned one her vast, webbed wings out, blanketing the human entirely. Whether or not he stayed there was a problem for later, she was quite ready for a nap. At the very least, he would be warm.

The human, certain he was going to die mere moments ago, was now deeply confused. He was terrified, he knew that much, but his body didn't seem to understand. Tucked against this strange beast, his heart no longer raced and the instinct to run seemed to have drained from his body. It radiated an intense heat that almost seemed to make him feel at ease. He removed his gloves and reached out a cautious hand, placing it flat against one of the large scales that plated its back. The muscle below it briefly tensed and then relaxed against his touch. It was sleek in texture but so hot to the touch that his hand almost drew back on instinct.

His mind grew hazy the longer he listened to the deep, rhythmic breathing of the creature. It could clearly kill him if it wanted to, yet he was still very much alive. The human decided that it was much more desirable to be alive and trapped in the warm clutches of a mysterious beast than to go back to being lost in a storm that would definitely end his life in mere minutes. He found himself growing drowsy, soon falling asleep with his body propped against the monster that saved his life.

Hours later, Khianine woke to a familiar ache in the pit of her belly. A wave of white-hot desire crashed over her and she inhaled deeply in an attempt to soothe herself. In doing so, she caught the scent that triggered the circumstances of her body. It was arousal, and not her own.

Lifting her wing, she found the human right where she left him. He was sleeping, but not exactly soundly. His face was flushed, feverishly so, and beads of sweat dotted his skin. He had shed his outermost layers, leaving him in athletic pants and a thermal shirt that was stretched tight against his body. He murmured in his sleep, his face pressing deeper into the smoother scales of her underbelly. Khianine chuckled softly, more fascinated than anything. It seemed that her pheromones were affecting him, something she didn't even know was possible. His sleeping consciousness was responding to her body's desire. Frankly, she found it cute.

When the human finally woke, he sat up slowly, a low groan easing from his chest as he discovered the state of his body. His face screwed in confusion, he barely even remembered the giant beast behind him. A gust of warm breath blew over him from above, and he looked up to see the creature watching him. He looked down, embarrassed. Something in its eyes made him feel like it wasn't just another animal looking at him. It knew what was happening, and he had nowhere to hide from that truth.

Khianine carefully collected the human in one of her talons, prompting a startled cry. Even afraid, her touch was making him feel unspeakable things. He didn't struggle in her grasp, instead standing as still as possible. Every sensation was at its peak, and he did his best to bite back a whimper with every miniscule movement that occurred. The dragoness set him down in front of her, he could barely stand upright. She left her paw next to him, and he absently clung to it for support.

He yelped when her large maw came before him. Her head was practically the same size as him. They held eye contact for a few minutes, somehow he just knew she was studying him. Her breath fanned over him, its warmth tickling his skin and driving him even further over the edge. Finally, she gingerly hooked a claw under his shirt and lifted.

"O-Okay... Yeah," He stuttered, quickly understanding what was being instructed of him. His shirt fell to the floor and the cold air immediately rose goosebumps on his newly exposed skin. His hands hovered at the waistband of his pants, nerves thrumming through his skin.

Khianine saw his hesitation and decided to take matters into her own hands. Well, claws. Just as she did with his shirt, she hooked a claw between the fabric and his skin. Only this time, she wasn't asking. She ripped his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He moaned and placed a hand against her nose to stabilize himself as his sensitive cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach. The poor thing was practically turning purple with how needy it was, drooling with pre-cum that spilled down his impressive length and pooled in his clothes below him.

He reached a hand down to cover himself and Khianine growled in warning. He was too deep into his need to fear her, instead he held on to her muzzle and looked at her desperately. His scent made her insides flutter, and this sent a pulse of her pheromones into the air in turn. The human cried out as desire wracked his body. He had never felt this way before, never helpless to the throes of his own body. He was completely subservient to the will of this dragon.

With his eyes squeezed shut, he did not see her large tongue carefully slinking towards his vulnerable skin. The hot, wet muscle collided with the sweat-slick skin on his abdomen, licking from his navel to his throat. That was enough to send him into an orgasm. He moaned and shuddered as thick strands of cum landed underneath the dragon's tongue. She chuckled and it rumbled in his body. Though he had climaxed, his balls were still heavy with cum and need ached in his cock. This was bizzarre to him, as he'd never been able to cum multiple times before. In some ways, the human was more uncomfortable than he was before.

He whimpered as Khianine used the tip of her tongue to stroke him. This time, she pulled away just before he was able to cum. His eyes found her and she could see the frustration building. She still had days until she would be done with her heat, she wasn't about to let him off easy. As cute as the sounds that he made were, she didn't want to go too easy with him.

Khianine licked his whole body up and down, pre cum pooling on tongue and mixing with her saliva as she teased his sensitive skin. She licked his chest side to side, coating his hardened nipples in their combined slick, drawing the most wonderful groans every time his cock twitched. Finally, she returned her focus lower. Only this time, she wasn't the one doing all the work. The dragoness made her little human toy thrust his cock against her tongue, forcing him to work for his pleasure. She wanted him to watch, growling and pulling her tongue away every time his gaze pulled away in his overwhelming pleasure until she got her perfect moment. His dick drove against the ridges of her tastebuds one last time before cum spurted from his swollen head. She watched eagerly as his gaze held hers, eyebrows scrunching and moans dragging from his mouth. She felt his body trembling in orgasm.

Without any warning, Khianine grabbed the human in one of her paws once more. She rolled onto her back and spread her hind legs, revealing her slit, it was dripping and practically steaming in the cold air. The human marveled at it, his body reacting almost immediately. She carefully placed him by her needy entrance, allowing him to investigate it at his own pace.

It was the length of his torso, maybe a bit larger. It wasn't like human genitalia, instead, it was more of an opening between her scales. It was raised, swollen, and a steady stream of liquid leaked from it, dripping into the crevice of her asshole rolling off of her tail. With both of his hands, the human pulled her apart to reveal fleshy pink walls. The dragoness purred at the attention her aching cunt was finally receiving.

Using one hand to keep it open, he scooped up some of her slick and inserted his forearm into her hole, delving farther and farther, anticipating an end that never seemed to come. His shoulder met her entrance and he stilled for a moment, admiring the way her walls quivered around his touch. Then, he curled his arm upward as he pulled back before plowing his arm into her once more. He was pretty good at fingering human women as far as he was aware, he only hoped that his skills could transfer to the much larger scale. A deep, pleasured groan rumbled from the beast, shaking the cave. Encouraged, the human continued, harder and faster. It seemed like what he was doing was working, until suddenly he was in her claws once more.

The human had no time to prepare for what was about to happen before Khianine was plunging the entirety of the lower half of his body into her cunt. It didn't feel bad, what he was doing, but she needed more. And more this was, for both of them at that.

Obviously shocked at first, the human cried out. His shouts bled into moans rather quickly when he began to process the sensation of her warm, ribbed hole against his cock, against all of him. He came in minutes and then he couldn't seem to stop, his cock growing more and more sensitive at the non-stop attention. Though still desperate to cum, his body was beginning to respond to the sensitivity. He wriggled as overstimulation took over him, whimpering desperately for just a moment to collect himself. His movements only encouraged the dragoness.

Khianine fucked herself with the small human, his resistence only making him hit more of her sensitive insides. She pushed him farther and farther into her until it was just his head. He protested and tried to writhe out of her grasp until she pushed him the rest of the way in, and suddenly, there was silence. Her pussy had fully swallowed the human. She felt his poor cock pumping relentlessly as he squirmed around inside of her, and at last her body rumbled with orgasm. It felt unbelievable to have a human moving around in her pussy as it pulsed around him. She bellowed, her hole tensing and relaxing while she came until her little human slid right out.

He coughed and spluttered, wiping slick out of his eyes as he gulped down air. Before he could express his discomfort, Khianine lifted him and brought him to her face. She licked his face and purred, and the human sighed. He couldn't help but be happy that she got to cum as well.

With her heat calmed by her orgasm, her body no longer permeated with need. Both were able to relax as her raging pheremones subsided. The human was beginning to nod off when Khianine stood up. She bowed her head and encouraged him to mount her. He dozily complied, accepting his soiled clothes and long forgotten pack as they were handed to him. The dragoness then began her descent into the network of caves. She would no longer be able to supply the two of them with the necessary warmth, and thus she and her little human journeyed to the safety of her nest. The human didn't know what was happening, blindly trusting that the dragoness would allow no harm to come to him. It had gotten him this far, he couldn't see any harm in continuing.

After being in the pitch black for quite a while, the human was roused by the sudden presence of light. He realized that he'd properly drifted off, for how long he wasn't sure. A pale blue light was cast from the bioluminescent fungi lacing the ceiling. The air was thicker, more humid, likely from the large pool of water that wafted with steam. It was looking at the enticing water that he was suddenly aware of the extent of bodily fluid that remained on his skin. As though she knew what he was thinking, the dragoness lowered her neck towards the pool

He eagerly slid into the warm water. If he wasn't so fatigued, he would feel a bit more flustered by remembering the oh so similar sensation of being enveloped by the dragoness' wet hole. Instead, he looked over to her bashfully. She laid on the edge of the water, watching him contentedly. Her silvery scales radiated in the low light, and he couldn't help but admire her beauty. There was no fear inside of him anymore, less in the respect of some newfound bravery, but more so that he knew no harm would come to him in the presence of this creature. She was so blatantly powerful, muscle bulged below her scales, her claws were razor sharp and her jaws could probably cut him in half in a heartbeat. Yet she had been nothing but careful with him. Beyond their lust, the human was so undeniably drawn to the dragoness.

When the eye contact between them began to make his stomach flutter, he stole his gaze away and ducked under the water's surface. Was he really feeling this way about some beast? Reality was suddenly catching up to him and conflicting emotions were wreaking havoc on his mind. He was struggling to ground himself in the sudden storm that took his thoughts. It was as he was dangling on the precipice of panic that a hand pulled him out of the water. A human hand.

He gasped, whirring around to find the person who grabbed him. Had the dragon allowed somebody else into her home? Yet she wasn't there at all when his eyes scanned the cavern. Instead, a human woman stood before him. Her frame towered over his own, naked rigid with muscle. Long white hair billowed in the water around her. She reached out a hand and laid it against his cheek, long pointed nails grazing his skin. A voice, deep and resonant, greeted his ears.

"Hello, little human."

Could this be his dragon?