[Primus] She said yes! My heart is soaring as we take to the clouds. At the same time, however, my heart is also heavy with worry. Carnelia has agreed to be my mate, but she is also unaware of how much that might mean to her with me being who I am. She has only seen a small slice of my world, a world that is not kind to humans and sees them as disposable chattel to be used and discarded at whim. Someone could kill her and all they would need to do is pay a fine, whereas if she were to strike a dragon, even in self-defense, it could be a death sentence. Going to visit my father at the Dragon High Court is inevitable. I cannot deny a direct order from the High King and not expect severe repercussions. Moreover, I am now being tasked with not only trying to cure the blight but also training others to do it as well. That means being stationed at a command post with other dragons with status and a whole contingent of dragon knights. If she came with me, she would need to stay

[Carnelia]      He claims my lips before the crowd, and they all begin to cheer, watching as his mouth explores mine and he bends me over backward to the delight of the onlookers. It is quite a show, but not unexpected for someone who has the reputation of being an adventurous bard who spends his time traveling the world, wooing princesses and fine ladies all across the realms. Lifting me into his arms, I hold on tightly to his neck as he runs up the stairs to our room, everyone cheering behind us, pounding their glasses against the bar and tables.     When we reach our suite, he pushes the door open with his hip, closes it with his foot, and sets me down gently, before t

[Primus] “You have angered your Prima,” Carnelia stood above me in nothing but her split knickers, corset, stocking, and heeled shoes. Lying on the ground I have a perfect view of the mark I left on her mound, her lower lips taunting me with their delicious smell. As soon as we arrived, I began stripping her of her outer layers one surface at a time without a care as to who could see us. In the foyer, it was her dress, which I ripped off with my teeth, much to her delight. Of came her blouse on the stairwell up to the third floor, which I liberated from her corset, devouring her beautiful breasts as they bounced loosely above her stays as I hammered her sweet pussy into the ground, sucking and biting her delicate nipples until she called out my name loud enough to wake t

[Carnelia] “We need to get out of here,” Primus is rushing around the room, grabbing things off of shelves and shoving them into bags. “We are not going by official means. We need to leave, now!” “Primus, slow down. What is happening? What is going on?” I try to stop him from spinning, to focus on one thing and communicate his needs, but he is unable to do so. His body is moving supernaturally fast in a way that I can hardly track. He is so much stronger than I am, there is no way I can physically stop him without hurting myself. “He knows,” Primus is sweating, his

[Carnelia] I thought flying in the cart was terrifying. Flying on Primus’ back is far, far worse. Dragon scales are extremely slick. It allows rainwater to just roll off of them and protect their tender flesh. They are also extremely hard to hold onto, and very sharp if you move against them the wrong way. Also, the ridges on a dragon’s back are very pointy and painful to sit on for any amount of time. There isn’t enough space between them for a body to rest without being a little impaled, especially if the dragon is moving and flapping his wings, jostling you about. It is also a lot colder being on a dragon’s back rather than in his arms. None of these points were things th