His body, too large to hold comfortably, kept shifting and twitching against me. His breath, flushed with heat, burned through the thin cloth between us.
I’d lain beside him out of guilt, but once he started panting and clinging like this, the weight of it all came crashing down.
“Damn it. Just go to sleep.”
“I... can’t... it hurts...”
“Close your eyes. Want me to sing a lullaby or something?”
“No...”
I should have spoken gently, but the situation was growing more and more exhausting, and my tone turned sharp.
“Ugh...”
Right then, as if he couldn’t control it, his dragon tail slipped out unconsciously. The scales, which should’ve been damp and sleek, were parched and brittle from the heat.
“...Aww, poor baby. You pitiful thing.”
I pushed away the head burrowing into my chest and wrapped my arms around the limp, drooping tail instead.
Whether it was this end or the other—either way, it was Varen. Wherever I touched would probably make him feel a bit better.
I kept rubbing his tail for a while, and then those heavy, hard, even hot arms wrapped around me.
“Not the tail... kiss me...”
I’d been waiting for him to say that.
But Varen had collapsed because he’d overused his recovery ability. If we kissed again, he’d reflexively produce saliva, and that would only make the fever worse—not better.
Phew. Good. I’d just constructed a bulletproof excuse not to kiss Varen.
“Sorry, but my saliva doesn’t have any healing power.”
“I-it’s... fine...”
“Like hell it is. You’re still talking nonsense, so you must not be dying yet. Now get off.”
Even without his arms around me, it felt like someone had dumped boulders on my chest. I tried to push them away, but they didn’t budge. I’d already half given up.
I grabbed him by the hair and tugged, telling him to move. His head lifted obediently from where it had been buried in my chest.
“Haah... ha... Ceryl...”
His blue eyes were completely glazed over. No focus—just instinct, roiling in fever.
I’d spent the whole day keeping my guard up, telling myself not to let it drop. And yet, here came another blaring emergency from my internal danger sensors.
“Yeah, yeah, fine. I get it, just move—wait, agh!”
Varen’s movements were faster than my escape attempt. In a flash, he climbed on top of me and pinned my whole body beneath that massive chest of his.
He was already big and heavy, and now he’d thrown himself down full-force—flattening me like dough under a griddle press.
“Hey— hey, you’re crushing me—ugh, Varen!”
I struggled to get free, but there was no shaking off a dragon who wasn’t in his right mind.
Yanking his hair, punching and shoving at his shoulders—none of it worked. He held his ground like he belonged there.
“Ceryl... haah... it’s hot...”
Now his face was buried in the crook of my neck, exhaling in shallow gasps. The blasts of hot steam on my ear made a chill shoot down my spine.
I didn’t stand a chance against him in terms of strength. Still, he usually listened when spoken to, so I forced air into my flattened chest and barked out a warning.
“Hey! No! Get down!”
“Aah... ngh, Ceryl...”
“Tsk—No! I said no. Your handler said no!”
When Berri was still a little delinquent of a puppy, I used to hold up my index finger and deliver short, firm commands to discipline her whenever she misbehaved.
Too bad I couldn’t so much as twitch a finger now.
Maybe that’s why it didn’t work. This overgrown dragon was even less responsive than a puppy.
“Ceryl... it’s so hot...”
There was no point in expecting him to listen. It was like nothing even reached his ears—he just kept murmuring my name.
What the hell was I supposed to do?
I ran through eighteen years of pet-owner experience and six years of vet school, scouring every bit of accumulated data—and came up with nothing.
After lying against him for so long, even I was starting to feel feverish.
Fine. If I couldn’t overpower him, and training didn’t work either—
“Don’t do this, Varen. Come on, snap out of it. Okay?”
Let’s try begging, then. Honestly, I felt like clasping my hands together and pleading with him to please get off.
But Varen clearly had no intention of obliging. He just pulled me tighter into his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Haah... too loud...”
“God—get off! I said move! Hey!”
The worsening situation finally squeezed a short scream out of me before I even realized it.
I choked on the sound and gulped it back down. Then turned my head toward where Kallen was lying, a little distance away.
“Grrrrgh... snnkk... hrrrrk...”
Thankfully, she hadn’t woken up. Her wheezing, near-death snores were still going strong. Once Kallen was out cold, nothing short of a rockslide would rouse her.
Still, knowing she was a heavy sleeper didn’t stop me from holding my breath. I couldn’t let her see two grown men tangled up like this, rolling around in the dark.
“Please, Varen. Get off me. Okay? Want to rinse off with cold water?”
“Nooo... haah...”
“Why do you keep saying no? I don’t want this either. You little shit... you lunatic...”
I kept my voice low, afraid of waking Kallen. Even so, my rising screams had to be rerouted—into muttered curses.
The dragon pinning me down shoved harder, flattening me with his entire weight. As if that wasn’t enough, he wedged one of those thick thighs—each one as wide as my waist—between my legs to pin my hips in place.
The lewdness of the position had the opposite effect: it snapped my mind back into clarity.
Stay calm. Even if you’re being crushed by a dragon, there’s always a way out...
“...You son of a bitch! Are you seriously not getting off?!”
A jolt of sheer shock shot up my spine from the sensation against my lower body.
Varen had pressed his hardened front right against me and had started moving his hips—clumsy, but unmistakable.
For a split second, the Spirit’s sly, knowing smile flashed across my mind.
“He’s growing up. Take good care of him, will you? You’ll have a hard time of it.”
I’d thought he meant to feed him well, put him to sleep, protect him.
So this was what he meant? What the hell.
My entire body went rigid. Frozen solid, unable to even resist, which only made Varen move more boldly.
Now he was trapping me in his arms, holding me tight as he ground his hips against me. The heavy thing bumping between my legs made cold sweat break out all over my back.
I’d called him a son of a bitch—but honestly, a dog would have been better.
When Berri did this exact thing, it was unpleasant, sure, but at least it wasn’t terrifying.
“Don’t—you don’t mount me!”
“Moun...ting? What...is...that...”
“If I say don’t, then don’t! Just stop doing anything and get off...!”
Whisper-shouting at him like this was shredding my throat.
I’d tried threatening him, pleading with him—none of it reached whatever consciousness he had left. Those hazy blue eyes only looked pained and lost.
I’d assumed he was just going through a growth spurt.
But no. This was clearly a dragon’s heat.
Last time, he’d panicked just because he’d gotten erect for the first time. So there was a very high chance this really was his first heat.
I swallowed hard and tried to steady myself.
Varen wasn’t human—he was a monster. His base form leaned reptilian, but he flipped freely between reptile and mammal traits.
A male entering rut and mounting something was a natural instinctive behavior. Even Berri, whenever her season came around, absolutely destroyed her blankets and her favorite plush toys.
What I ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) used to do, back then, when Berri tried to mount my leg... I'd throw a toy to divert her attention—make it seem natural.
But Varen didn’t know how to play fetch, so that option was off the table.
“Ah... Ceryl... it hurts...”
I was trying to think of what to do next, but he kept interrupting—again and again.
The way he kept bumping between my spread thighs was getting smoother. What had started as clumsy grinding was now gaining rhythm and force.
“Ugh... wait—nngh!”
Every time he thrust against me, I let out an involuntary grunt.
His thick, aroused shaft was all too clear even through the fabric. My mind was reeling, unable to process the mixture of embarrassment and confusion.
How the hell did I end up in a fantasy world getting mounted by a dragon in heat?
The sheer unfairness of it made my eyes sting.
No matter how hard I pushed, he didn’t budge. His thrusts kept gaining force until they landed with audible thuds.
We were both still wearing our clothes, and yet it felt like we were having sex. The weight of his body, the rhythm, the sound of him slamming into me—it was all too real.
“Ugh, nnngh—stop, just—wait!”
The sounds spilling from me each time he hit a certain angle were impossible to suppress.
Goddamn it. Goddamn it.
If I couldn’t correct the behavior... if I couldn’t get him to stop...
Then I had no choice but to hurry it along.
I wrapped my legs around his thrusting hips. As I tightened my hold, the body that hadn’t yielded to any of my resistance now suddenly gave way—pulled closer.
“Haah... don’t move. Just... rub, quietly.”
Varen let out a confused breath and met my eyes.
“Rub... what...?”
He tilted his head, awkwardly, in a voice that didn’t suit him at all. I couldn’t bring myself to look directly at that flushed, aroused face.
So I reached up and grabbed him by the head.
He was the one who’d slammed me down without warning, but now I was the one using all four limbs to pull him in.
Goddamn it. I’ve lived to see this day.
“Like this. Rub like this. Quietly.”
I locked my legs tight around his waist and ground against him—teeth clenched.
I pressed his cock to my body through the cloth and moved my hips.
Varen picked up on bad behavior fast. That thick, wet heat ground along my crotch through the fabric like a plane smoothing woodgrain.
“Ah... Ceryl... nnngh...”
“...Hurry up and finish before I kill you.”
I dropped my voice and sent the warning straight to his ears—but Varen, as always, only heard what he wanted to.
Still grinding into me, he lowered his body again, pressing down heavily.
He moved to kiss me, and I turned my head to avoid it. Undeterred, he bit my ear.
Then he slid his tongue into the canal, licking and curling it, then suckled at my earlobe. The wet, obscene sounds drilled straight into my eardrum, sending tingles down into my gut.
“Kh... hey... don’t lick—”
“Haah... okay...”
But when I told him to stop licking my ear, he just moved down to my neck.
Hard to say whether he was obedient or not.
The dragon opened his huge mouth and bit down, catching my neck in one go. His instinctively bared teeth were sharp.
That wet, flexible tongue—and those pointed fangs—dragged along sensitive skin, teasing and pressing. My toes curled where they were still locked around his waist.
