Sponge

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I screamed, and buried my face in his feathers. His wings braced my thighs and prevented me from sliding back across his muscular, broad back. I grabbed his feathers as we ascended into the air, the storm gusts causing him to sway back and forth as he road the winds.

I cracked open one eye and instantly regretted it. Having nearly fallen to my death, getting another view of the city from this angle was too soon. Itek only had to shift onto his side and dump me and whee, falling again!

I wanted to be down on the ground again so bad. I clung to his feathers with all my might and did not look back down.

The flight seemed to last forever before I felt him descending, and then his wings swept out, powerful strokes against the back of my thighs, lifting and grinding me against his back. I gasped and squirmed, because this was not okay, I was on the back of a mythological shifter, and my body had suddenly decided it was a great time to get aroused...

Tingles started between my thighs, and my core heated and moistened, terror mingling with the way his wings shifted me like his hands guiding my body on his.

A few more powerful thrusts, and his claws clicked and scratched on stone. Then his wings folded against his sides.

Breathing hard and flushed and wet from more than just the incoming splatters of rain, I lifted my head out of his feathers. On a stone balcony. Trembling violently, I tried to shift my weight off his back so my privates weren't getting quite some frisky with his spine, and looked around. Right. A large stone balcony, a tower, and—

I could see the whole town from here. It seemed like a house built of stone, right into the stone of the mountainside, affording a view of a the bay, the city, and a massive shining building up a large, well-kept twisting cobblestone path. It looked like a castle, or a massive cathedral, with walls and gardens, and towers and windows and I didn't have the words to describe the structure further.

He shifted under me.

I squeaked and gasped, startled in a few different ways, and hastily threw my leg over him like he was a horse and tumbled onto the stones as my shaking legs refused to hold my weight.

He peered down at me.

I scooted backwards, then shuddered again as two massive dragons drove wind and rain into me as they alighted—far less gracefully—on the balcony. The stones somehow held their weight and didn't crack under their huge claws.

Itek was looking at me with those cat-eyes of his, and whatever he saw, I probably didn't want him to see.

Korr nudged me with his snout. I scrambled back farther.

The green dragon heaved a sigh that shook some petals off his hide. He walked past me and through massive archways I hadn't previously noticed. Korr nudged me again.

Okay. They wanted me to go inside. Righhht. I stumbled to my feet, my legs shaking so badly I could barely walk, and staggered inside out of the rain.

Once over the threshold I promptly dropped to my knees again, shaking from terror and quivering from what riding Itek had felt like. My nerves tingled and my core's emptiness assaulted me.

The green dragon retreated to a corner to observe and preen the feathery-moss between his claws. He laid on a giant bed of river rocks that crunched under his weight.

The room was too much to take in just then beyond the large mound of hay in another corner, and some furniture, and things that shone. Outside the storm hit in full force, howling across the city with rain sideways.

Korr shifted into human form and went to close the glass doors. Somehow they did not shatter under the driving rain. Thunder cracked overhead. I flinched.

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