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swept away all her vows to be sweet and reasonable, to explain to him that she had been uncertain, but now
knew her heart.  You told me you loved me, invited me to come and live with you, and then you left! How
was I to know where you were going?
 Because you ve a very intelligent brain in your head. I knew you d use it eventually! Enough of
this talk. You understand only actions. I will give you action.
With a roar, he shifted. Sirena stood transfixed, her breath frozen in her throat, her eyes wide with
awe, as he disappeared in a cloud of smoke and shimmering heat.
Then a low growl issued from the smoke, and a huge golden menace prowled forth, his fiery golden
eyes, so like Slyde s and yet& not, fixed on her.
Against her will, Sirena stepped back.  You re right, she managed.  We we must talk.
 No more talk, the Dragolin growled in that deep, chilling husk of a voice.  You ve come to my
mountains. Now, my proud warrior queen, now you re mine.
He was so beautiful, and yet so frightening. She knew logically he wouldn t hurt her, but every
protective instinct hissed at her to flee. As he reached out his huge, clawed hands to her, she, who never ran
from any opponent, broke, bolting for the open doors out into the garden.
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He caught her on the terrace steps, swept her up into his mighty arms and kept running with her,
hurtling down across the terraced garden, up onto the ledge and out into midair.
She shrieked as they plummeted off the side of the cliff. The wind ripped it out of her mouth, along
with her breath. The world hurtled by, a blur of hot wind and sky and flashing golden rock. She clung to
him, trembling, waiting for the crash that would kill them both.
Then he beat his outstretched wings once and again, mighty efforts that slowed their fall. They
swooped into a long, breathtaking glide out over the valley far below, and up, up on the drafts of the winds
blowing around the mountain peaks.
Caught somewhere between terror and wonder, Sirena clung to her captor as he bore her to his lair.
They landed heavily on a high rock ledge. Panting with the rush of adrenaline and the effort of
hanging on for dear life, Sirena sank to the ground as he set her down. She twisted away from him,
scrambling shakily to her feet.
Taking a deep breath, fighting for composure, she pushed back her hair as she gazed out. They were
high in the peaks, no leaf or blade of green visible, only the sun-seared vault of Serpentian sky overhead
and the lofty peaks around them. Below, a deep chasm fell away. It was as beautiful and frightening as the
Dragolin himself.
 Welcome to my cave, he growled behind her.  I have waited a long time to see you here.
She whirled to find him standing before a huge, studded door cut into the rock. He struck it with his
mighty fist, and it swung slowly open, revealing a vast, shadowed cave.
He faced her, standing proudly, the merciless Serpentian sun displaying him in savage glory. Man and
yet beast, all in one. Dragolin. And yet& She took a step closer to him, gazing into his golden eyes. Was
that a hint of uncertainty she saw in their molten depths?
 So, he said.  You see me where I live, as I am.
She smiled up at him, reaching out with one tentative hand to lay it on his chest. It was leathery, so
hot she nearly snatched her fingers away. But he was still Slyde. Her Slyde.
 You are magnificent. The most magnificent male I have ever seen.
 Good, he said, a deep rumble of approval in his chest. His eyes glinted with what might be relief, or
humor.  Now, take off your clothing.
She raised a haughty brow at him to conceal the way her body responded instantly to his command.
Her nipples tightened and her pussy clenched at the thought of being taken by this magnificent beast.
 What? Just like that? You frightened the life out of me jumping out into thin air that way! How
was I to know you could fly? She still could barely believe it. She eyed his wings warily. They flared out
around his shoulders, then settled again.
 I am sorry for your fright, my own. You must never run from me again.
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He moved nearer, and the wind carried his scent to her, musky, smoky, potently male. She inhaled,
taking it deep within her. She nearly moaned aloud as she saw that he was doing the same, his mighty chest
expanding with his breath.
 I must have you now.
 Here? she raised her brows in delicate incredulity.  Is there no one about?
He bared his fangs at her.  We ll get to the bed& eventually. I can wait no longer to have you. The
servants need not concern us.
She narrowed her eyes at him. She would rather choke than let him see that she was aroused by his
regal disdain for any onlookers.
 You are huge in this state. Be gentle, or I ll make you sorry, dragon or not. She fumbled with the
fastening of her jacket, watching in fascination as his cock stirred and sprang up toward her, swollen and
rigid with excitement. Oh, great serpents, he was indeed huge.
 I would never hurt you, he growled.  But I may lay my hand on your ass if you don t get those
tights off.
Her laugh was carried away on the wind. She had never been so aroused by undressing while a male
watched. As she revealed her naked body to him and the sun, his mighty phallus quivered with eagerness
and smoke drifted from his nostrils.
She reached up to hold him, but he flipped her around onto her hands and knees on the sun-baked
rock. She had only time to brace her hands on the smooth ledge of rock, all that protected them from
plummeting into the abyss, and he was on her, surrounding her with his heat and power.
He was as hot as a reactor, smooth and leathery. She fought to turn and face him, and he held her with
his huge, clawed hands on her hips, his knees pushing hers apart so she was open and vulnerable to him.
 You great fang-serpent, she hissed.  I want to hold you.
 Be still, he warned her.  I must have you this way the first time. It is tradition.
She opened her mouth but lost all thought and words on a gasp of shock and arousal as she felt his hot
breath on the folds of her sex.
His grip tightened, and she felt him tremble, a deep groan shuddering through him.
 Ah, siren, the scent of your pussy how I ve longed for it.
His tongue delved between the lips of her labia, and she cried out, a high moan of shock and pleasure
as he tasted and explored her. She arched her back, thrusting herself back into his caress.
 Oh, Slyde. I ve longed for you so.
His tongue flicked in and out, teasing her with a parody of what he would do with his cock. She
writhed in his grasp, needing more. His tongue flicked over her clitoris, and she moaned again.
 Yes! Oh, please.
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 Oh, not yet, siren. He rose over her and hauled her back into the curve of his great body,
surrounding her with heat and power and intent.  You ve tormented me made me wait. I believe it s your
turn to please me.
His cock slapped against the inside of her thighs, scalding the delicate skin.
 Open yourself to me, he urged, his incredible tongue following his words into her ear.  Take me
inside you, siren.
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