[Primus]
We fly to the remote side of the island. I don’t want anyone to hear us, although they probably will. Carnelia and I have never been quiet lovers.
Setting her down on the sand, I step back and begin unpinning my tunic.
Carnelia simply moves the shoulders of her gown and it falls away. I stop moving, stunned as I find myself silently thanking Ona’s ingenuity for giving my wife such a garment. Had I known it could shrug off in a single move, this night might have started a bit sooner with a much larger audience.
Because standing in a pool of moonlight with nothing on but a crown and a smile my w
[Primus] As we land softly on the sand of the beach I feel the deepest sense of peace. Our bodies are still joined. Warmth is building within her, from our point of contact outwards. I kiss her again, enjoying the feeling of every part of her touching all of me. When I open my eyes, Carnelia is glowing. Golden light just under the surface of her skin radiates out from the center of her torso in waves, rippling and fluid, hot like a desert wind. Her new tattoos are white hot to the touch, burning like the sun's core, illuminating the space right above the
[Carnelia] Eyes closed, I rock back and forth. I am alone. I must have fallen asleep because I am now lying naked on top of the bed Primus and I shared the night before. The cool fabric feels soothing against my fevered flesh because I am not just warm, I am hot. Every part of me, both big and small, feels like it is on fire, but also I am the fire, the flame, electric heat in my blood, my skin, my muscles. One moment I’m with Primus, content, and the next I am thrown into pain more intense than burning myself with oil in not just one place but all over my body. Human flesh is not designed to hold such fire. I cannot imagine any flesh of any type is designed for this heat. My body is struggling to remain contained and solid, while something inside of me is fighting to burn fre
[Ona] Part of me feels guilty. Primus did need my help last night, desperately, and I was so wrapped up in my sorrow that I couldn't bring myself to even open my eyes all the way and see his distress. Instead, I told him to go find Mother. She had been impossible to find because she had been on a quick trip to gather medical supplies to assist Carnelia. She knew. Some part of her sensed this was coming. But part of me also does not feel guilty. Because I didn't interfere, Primus ended up listening to his instincts and giving his mate exactly what she needed. Him. She just needed him.
[Carnelia] I am twisted in a sheet, still feverish, unable to bear the touch of the blankets on my skin. Everything itches, and the desire to jump out of my flesh if possible is intense. I do not want to be in this body anymore, it is so miserable. Sitting up I look around as I try to find a comfortable position. My head feels heavy, so I lean over but find it isn’t quite meeting the wall as I expect it to, as if something were blocking me. Absently I scratch my arms, which continue to itch incessantly. Rather than feel expected relief, I feel a sharp pain as my nails scrape and cut. Looking over, I see four long gouge marks. Blood is slowly oozing from the wounds, rolling down my arm and dripping onto the bed. It doesn't alarm me, the blood, although part of me passively find
[Primus] Eight. Eight precious little lights glowing within my mate, sparkling like a small constellation. Each one is a perfect gem of light, a uniquely special spark swirling with a blend of a small part of my mate mixed with a little part of myself. The day I realized and accepted that Carnelia was my mate, I gave up on the idea of being a father. If it could not be with my mate, I didn't want a child with anyone else. Seeing our little miracles curled warm and secure within eggs snuggled just below her heart, I have a vision of their childhood dancing around in my head, filling the halls of Ridgewood, making mischief of one sort or another. It would be like Ona, Segundus, and I all over again,
[Carnelia] I wake up from another nap to feel Primus curled up against my back, his arms protectively wrapped around my middle, shielding our babies. I smile as I feel his hand warming us all, keeping us all safe. I close my eyes, trying to capture this feeling, and burn it into my mind as a new memory to keep with me forever. He feels me stir and scoots closer, his body lining up with my own as he nuzzles my hair and pulls me in tighter. His face is more like that of a dragon, less soft, his horns longer and curved. His tail wraps around the two of us and I wonder if he is modifying himself to match me, my new tail waving from side to side in pleasure from the feeling of my mate's warmth.
[Carnelia] “Primus,” I rolled over, rubbing my hand against my face. “I had the strangest dream. We made love and I turned into a dragon, and then we did it again and I was a human again, and then…” I reach over and find that the bed is empty and cold. My eyes blink open and I sit up. “Primus!” Looking around, I can see the whole room is a disaster. It wasn’t a dream. We did all of those things. All of them. We made love as dragons. Blushing at the memories of the night befor
[Ona] “So there is nothing wrong with me?” Carnelia asks for at least the dozenth time. She is sitting across from me, a fan of cards covering half of her face as she drinks another cup of fruit juice. “Absolutely nothing,” I assure her. “You are perfectly healthy. The babies are healthy. Nothing bad has happened and nothing bad will happen today,” I pat her on the back as I shuffle the cards again. The game Wishes and Fishes isn’t nearly as distracting as it used to be, now that she has so much more on her mind than whether or not my idiot brother likes her. We have been stuck on this island for 2 weeks since Primus left, and I have been tasked with teaching her how to be a dragon all while preparing her to be a mother. "You simply fainted