Shifter Rescue: Scales
Sometimes life gives you something magical - if Drill can rescue a dragon that is.
Drill has never even heard of a dragon shifter before, much less seen one, yet that's exactly what the beast in the club's basement looks like. As he works with the dragon, he finds all his instincts insisting that this is the sub he's been looking for.
Can Drill and the dragon rescue a happy ending for themselves?
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There is an excerpt on the Changeling site here, but of course I need to share a smutty excerpt, too!
Suddenly, like he’d imagined, there stood his dragon in man form, his lover.
Laughing, Drill held open his arms. Az leapt at him, totally unafraid. He caught the slender body easily, their mouths meeting. Az’s skin was cool, oddly refreshing against him. Az’s mouth was hot, though, as Drill slipped his tongue between the blue lips.
Drill slid his hand down Az’s back and cupped the sweet rounded ass. It fit perfectly in his palm. He was a bit dry-mouthed, actually, at how well they fit and how good it felt to touch Az.
He squeezed Az’s ass, sliding his fingers along the hot crack.
“Yes, Az?” He stroked the hot line of flesh.
“Such unusual touches.”
He took Az’s hand and brought it to his chest. “Show me what touches you would find usual.”
Az hugged him, then petted Drill’s belly, over and over. It felt good, but it was very limited. Drill was overjoyed by how much he had to teach Az about lovemaking.
“I have so much to show you, Az. So many wonderful unusual touches.” Drill couldn’t wait to get started.
“Unusual touches.” Az sounded so pleased.
“They will become familiar, I swear.”
Az’s touches went on and on, Az stroking him, fingers trailing along his arm. Drill put his hand back on Az’s ass, stroking and moving his fingers back to Az’s sweet crack. Az’s sounds were delicious, low and fascinating, and Drill continued stroking, barely touching Az’s hole. Az wiggled, moving side-to-side, shifting against his finger.
“You like that, hmm?” Drill asked. Az was a natural sub, and eager for it, too.
That made Drill laugh with delight.
“Oh, my keeper’s laugh…” The thin blue cock filled, Az obviously entranced.
Smiling, Drill touched the long cock with one finger, sliding it from the bottom to the tip.
“Oh.” Az blinked, his own touch following behind, blue fingers on blue flesh.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Drill did it again.
“Uh-huh.” Az was staring, obviously dazed.
“Have you never had an orgasm, Az?”
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