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  He demonstrated how to remove and replace the clip. Handing the weapon to Guy, he turned away for the rifle he favored, the M16.

  “I should warn you—” Guy started to say.

  Jason turned back and recoiled, instantly furious. After all the traps at all the entrances, there stood a woman, buck naked, green, and, okay, beautiful. “Where the hell did she come from?” Throwing his hand in the air, he stalked off. “Never mind. She obviously came from Never, Never Land.” He spun, pointing a finger at Guy. “Why didn’t you tell me some of you can fly? That Prince’s wings were for more than show? That’s the only way she could have got in here without tripping something!”

  “Glided,” she corrected, tipping her head to the side. “Flying creates too much noise and would have alerted you to my approach.”

  Green iridescent hair tumbled down over her shoulder, long enough to cover her bare breast. Nothing covered the rest of her pale green body, one hell of a fine shaped one he could appreciate even if he preferred a man’s for fucking. The tattoo of a dragon wrapped around her waist was pretty fascinating too.

  “What are you doing here, Kirfreda?” Guy asked.

  “Prince Leviathan sent me. He was able to identify what it was he sensed in your boy.”

  “I’m not anyone’s boy!” Jason retorted.

  “Consort,” she corrected

  “Or consort!”

  Tipping her head to the side, spilling her hair over her other shoulder, she asked, “Friend?”

  Jason scoffed and walked to a log seat, sitting the rifle butt down to lean next to him.

  Guy asked, “A dormant gene?”

  “Perhaps more,” she answered evasively. “Coming in contact with those of Vargr has no doubt stimulated it.”

  “Perhaps the need?”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Jason asked.

  “Possibly,” she said in answer to Guy, not Jason. She did ask Jason, “Do you not bear the mark?”

  “He has no marks,” Guy supplied.

  She stared at Jason until he felt like her yellow, reptilian eyes were invading his very body.

  “Removed,” she stated. “Why would you have done that?”

  “I don’t know how you ever knew I had one, but if you’re talking about a birthmark, my parents had one removed when I was a baby. Dad said was full of blood, dangerous to have after I ripped it open once in a fall, and besides which, it looked like a deformed bug crawling out of my belly button.”

  “Bug!” Kirfreda exclaimed. “You dare to call a symbol of the Clan of Vargo a bug!”

  “What the hell was it supposed to look like?”

  “A dragon, the most majestic of all creatures.”

  Her hand stroked the tattoo around her waist, and Jason was ready to swear the damn thing moved. Jason supposed what she did next was to make a visual statement. The shimmer he’d seen before started but instead of her changing to a human appearance, the shimmer exploded in a cloud of green mist. Instead of a woman, a dragon stood there.

  His arm itched like crazy, then burned. His hands twisted, and his skin blistered, popped in the flaps of green skin that hardened.

  “What’s she doing to me?” he screamed at Guy, scratching viciously.

  Guy answered by stripping Jason naked, ripping his clothes off, and tossing the shreds aside. “Just stay calm,” he said, backing away.

  “Calm?” Jason shrieked, his body cracking, stretching, and his skin peeling off. He screamed when his back ripped open and sobbed when he looked over his shoulder and saw wings sprouting and growing.

  “Stay calm,” Guy repeated.

  Fuck you, Jason thought. All that came out of his mouth, though, was a weak growl as he collapsed to his belly. What had once been normal legs and arms disappeared, and new ones—along with wings—sprawled out in six directions. Fuck! Make that seven. A tail with a ridge of fins stretched out behind him.

  “Somehow I feel you must be responsible for this, Kirfreda,” Guy commented to the dragon, the size of a draft horse with one hell of a long tail, standing beside him.

  With a shimmer and ripple, she came back to her former self. “You know as well as I do the spawns are passed from generation to generation and lay in sleep for centuries until stimulated. At some point in his life, and not through me, he was given the necessary stimulus to release a hatching. You also know we have no desire to increase our numbers. If this was done deliberately, none within our clan is the cause.”

  “What do you mean done deliberately?”

  “Accidents do happen, especially with a sleeper.”

  “They wouldn’t if dragons did not sneak across the barrier.”

  “But humans are such fun, and the rest of us don’t have humans giving us a gift for consorts.”

  Jason tried again to speak. The sound he made was a garbled groan. He did little better at getting legs that used to be arms under him or to his knees of what his legs had become. The wings kept throwing him off balance, flopping from one side to the other every time he shifted his weight to get up.

  Kirfrida leaned down to less than a foot from his face. “Tuck you wings, lift up on your back legs first, balancing with your tail, and then your front.”

  The effort to ask how the hell he was supposed to tuck his wings came out in a growl, accompanied by wisps of smoke puffing up out the mouth on the end of a long snout. His snout for fuck sake. His wings. He’d turned into a fucking monster.

  “Calm yourself, Jason,” Guy warned when Jason went from floundering to thrashing.

  An awkward swing of his arm—now his front leg—caught Guy across the chest and let him know what Jason thought of his order.

  “Deep breaths and exhale slowly through your nose,” Kirfreda told him. “You don’t want to set fire to your camp.”

  The next growl, amid flopping wings, a thrashing body, whipping tail, and a mind that wanted to scream, produced more smoke than the first one. Jason swallowed hard. Heat traveled from his throat to his belly. He burped and more smoke wisps puffed out of his mouth, scaring the hell out of him and setting him off in even wilder thrashing.

  “Do something!” Guy ordered. “If he falls into one of his own traps, an explosion will injure him!”

  She hesitated and pointed a finger at Guy the same time the tent collapsed from Jason falling into it. “You say not a word of what you see.” Kirfreda jumped on Jason’s neck and locked her hands over his eyes. Jason froze. “Shhh, Little Dra,” she crooned. “You exhaust yourself with your struggles.”

  She hummed, the vibrations from her pressed body much like a vibrating chair. Unable to move, Jason was having a full-fledged panic attack. Either that or all of it had reached the level of ‘I can’t take any more of this shit!’ and he was having a massive heart attack.

  “Deep breaths, my hatchling, deep breaths.”

  He wanted to yell that he wasn’t a god-damned duck. All that came out was a groan, but she kept talking and humming, the vibrations spreading out until he felt them in his toes. Or was that claws? Whatever, the hammering of his heart slowed along with the heaving of his chest. At least he could still recognize a chest and heart. He sure as hell couldn’t see anything of himself in what he’d seen before she covered his eyes.

  “I was unaware of the fact that covering a dragon’s eyes has a paralyzing effect,” Guy commented in a nonchalant voice that infuriated Jason.

  “No, no, my little Dra. You must quiet yourself.”

  ‘Yourself’ was the key word as far as Jason was concerned. He wanted himself back!

  “Sleep now, little Dra. We will speak more when you wake.”

  Like he had a choice.

  * * * *

  Waking up was the greatest thing that had ever happened to Jason in his entire life. He was himself. Holding his head, he opened his eyes, saw his arm, and jerked up to a sitting position. What had once been a rash now looked more like a gold colored tattoo.
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  “It’s a dragon,” Kirfreda said.

  Jason jerked around to see Guy and Kirfreda sitting on a log. His tent was a shambles behind them, and everything he’d neatly arranged when sitting up the camp was scattered. Guy was dressed. She was green and naked once more, but then again, so was Jason. Naked, that is. Considering the circumstances, that didn’t seem important. A golden dragon, with its head at his mid-forearm, and its open mouth full of flames, reached to his wrist. The dragon’s body stretched up his arm and the tail curled around his shoulder as far as he could twist his head to see. Jason got up, staggering and half-listening, in search of a mirror among the debris left of his camp.

  “You are not of the Vargo Clan,” Kirfreda said with some disdain. “It would seem your birthmark was that of your second contributor. You bear the dominant mark of the Goldleaf Clan. They think of themselves as superior.”

  “All dragons think of themselves as superior,” Guy muttered.

  “We are.” She stood and stretched. “The Goldleafs are not, however, superior to us Vargo.”

  Scratching at his arm, Jason asked. “How do I get rid of this shit?”

  “You do not. It is now a part of your…” She asked of Guy, “What do the humans call his very being?”

  “DNA.”

  Jason shook his head. “It’s some kind of tattoo. I don’t do tattoos. Didn’t the whole time I was in the service.” He meandered, picking things up, sitting them down again without any kind of organization. “I didn’t want my body marked up. I liked my body just the way it was.”

  “As did I,” Guy commented.

  “Yeah, well yours is okay too,” Jason told him, tipping his head to look under his arm at Guy. “Got to love the elf though. What a kick. I’m going to have to get around to fucking you pretty soon just so I know if fucking an elf is different than fucking a man. It’s really hard just to keep my fucking hands off of you.” He stopped, scratching at his arm again. “I don’t do tattoos.”

  “He rambles,” Kirfreda stated.

  “Shock.” Guy provided, and then told Jason, “You cannot have it removed as you did the birthmark.”

  “I’m not gold—wasn’t gold, not when I was…” He waved his hand at nothing in particular. “Can’t be a Goldleaf. Not gold.”

  Kirfreda explained. “You are a hatchling. As you mature, your color will change.”

  “The rash you mentioned was not nerves, but the change,” Guy explained. “You have a very strong will to have suppressed it for so long before.”

  “When before?” she asked.

  “He said he had what he called a rash before, the dragon essence attempting to emerge.” He asked Jason, “Did you receive any unexplained bites?”

  “I was in Afghanistan. I received all kinds of bites.”

  “A bite would not have awakened the dragon,” Kirfreda said. “He would have to have had an exchange of bodily fluid.”

  Something Guy had said earlier sank in. Shock. Yeah, Jason was in shock and needed to get a hold of himself. Shock was even worse than nerves, but how the hell did someone get over discovering he was a freaking dragon?

  “Jason?” Guy prompted.

  “Huh?”

  “Did you fuck someone just before the first occurrence of the rash?”

  “This Afghanistan is a desert country?” Kirfreda asked.

  Jason couldn’t help himself. Shock with an edge of hysteria had him laughing. Standing in the middle of a forest with a green woman and an elf and being stark naked with a gold tattoo on his arm had him out of touch with reality. Any reality he knew of, anyway. He’d been so damned careful while in the service. Being gay wasn’t supposed to make a difference anymore, but it did to too many people. The last leave he’d had, he’d gone a long way to be sure no one he knew would see him go into a gay club.

  “Condom,” he murmured. “I always used a condom.”

  “Not one hundred percent protection,” Kirfreda stated. “I will help you center your thoughts.”

  Kirfread started toward him. Guy jerked her back. “You should leave us alone now,” Guy told her.

  “He needs release.”

  “I will give him what he needs. You would serve us better by patrolling.”

  With a shimmer she was dragon again, her body pressing them back as she grew to the size locomotive. Do not worry, fledgling, I will watch over you.

  Jason shook his head against the voice echoing in his head, watching in awe as she spread her wings and leaped into the air. With two flaps of her wings, she was over the trees surrounding them and out of sight.

  “How did I hear her?” he asked.

  “Dragons have no vocal cords. They communicate with telepathy?”

  Jason nodded. Sure, why not? Along with everything else what was a little telepathy? “What kind of release,” Jason asked, hoping for a particular kind. He so wanted his hands on Guy, his lips, and his cock inside him.

  “Intercou-fucking.”

  “Oh? What if I don’t want to?”

  “You do. The evidence of such is before you.”

  In a perverse turn and fisting his own cock, Jason told him, “I can give myself relief. I don’t need you.” Needing, however, was totally different than wanting. He’d wanted Guy from the very first and more than just wanting him physically was growing. He didn’t know what the hell it was, but as different as an elf could be from a human, Jason felt like he knew and had known Guy for a long time. Why he didn’t give into it and embrace the feeling, he didn’t know.

  “Relief and pleasure can be two different things.” He took a step toward Jason. Jason backed. “I can give you pleasure such as you’ve never had before, and you want me. You have wanted me since the first sight of me.”

  “Cause you glamoured me or some shit,” he retorted with a scoff. Maybe that was what bothered him, that it wasn’t him that wanted Guy, but something someone was doing to make him think he did.

  “I have not. Nor have you me, yet I have desired you from the instant I saw you.” Guy took another step, and Jason did not back away.

  “Then something is making us feel that way. It isn’t real.”

  Guy moved closer, and Jason still didn’t back away. He listened, wanting to hear, and enjoying the light caress of Guy’s fingers across his chest.

  “What you speak of was neutralized when I interrupted the enchainment,” Guy explained. “What we feel for each other now, is simply natural. As Estacrewban said, the human way.”

  “Human’s good,” Jason murmured, then caught himself. “But you knew what I am, and you never warned me.”

  “No, I did not know. The foretell only said you would be of the utmost importance to us.” With one more step, his breath touched Jason’s face, and his hand encircled Jason’s straining cock. “It warned that you would be resistant.”

  “Got that much right—fuck.”

  The hand Guy wrapped around Jason’s cock tightened. “That is what I intend to do.” His second hand stroked Jason’s arm in tender caresses to promise gentleness. “First with my hands and then with my cock. You will know the pleasure of more than one climax before I am through with you.”

  “Maybe I want to fuck you,” Jason murmured, leaning into the palm of Guy’s hand when it cupped his cheek. He leaned even more when Guy’s lips brushed his cheek, and Guy whispered.

  “Perhaps, if you still have the strength to do so once I have finished with you.”

  With one hand working Jason’s cock, Guy wrapped the other arm around him, lifted him off his feet and carried him to what remained of the tent. Sitting him on his feet, he moved to behind him, still holding tight to his cock, pressed him down to his knees, and bent him forward.

  “No condom?” Jason asked out of habit.

  “We contract no disease therefore we give none.”

  Jason caught himself with his hands, bracing himself on his arms and knees for whatever was coming. A tongue sliding down
his spine was the start. Spreading his knees, Jason opened up when it reached the crack in his ass. He nearly shot off when the heat and moisture reached his sweet hole. He would have had Guy not clamped his hand down hard at the base of his cock.

  “Not yet, my little fledgling.”

  Round and round the tongue went, teasing with a lick each time Jason pushed out thinking the wetness would push inside. Wiggling his ass and shoving back, Jason told him, “Do something.”

  With a chuckle, Guy released the hold he had of Jason’s cock, wrapped his arms under Jason’s hips, flipped and lifted him straight up until only the top of his head touched the ground. When Guy stood, not even Jason’s head touched the ground. He dangled in front of Guy, his head at his Guy’s crotch.

  “Open my pants,” Guy ordered, and then sucked one of Jason’s flopping balls into his mouth.

  Jason could barely make his fingers work for what was going on at his crotch. Both balls were sucked and worked to distraction with a tongue as hard as any cock. Once Jason got the zipper down, he didn’t wait for any further instructions. Guy’s thick hard cock was right there, begging for attention. Jason gave it, starting with a full length lick, ending with lapping up pre-cum, something he had seldom ever allowed himself to do for safety reasons. The taste was pure heaven, and he wanted more, pulled it down from where it curved up over Guy’s belly, holding tight with one hand, and taking the head in just past the flange. For every swirl of the tongue Guy gave Jason’s balls, Jason gave the same to the seeping slit of Gay’s cock in the craziest sixty-nine Jason had ever heard of, but then he’d never fucked with a man—make that an elf—strong enough to hold him in so crazy a position.

  When Guy sucked Jason’s cock into the hot, wet recesses of his mouth, Jason lost what little control he had left. He shot off, wrapping both arms around Guy’s hips to hang on, as Guy sucked him dry. He had to stop his attention to Guy’s cock, moaning around it until his spasms faded away. Guy flipped him around and dropped him face down on the tent fragments.

  “Now, little fledgling, I will prepare you to take comfortably what you thought was ripping you in two before.”