"You?" He acts like he just woke up all confused when I'm the one that just popped awake. "I don't understand any of this. For all I know I could still be in that cave getting eaten by that thing that bit me."
I am about ready to jump up and just take off running, "This could be hell. I'll never understand anything again, everything is going to feel weird and off." I end my rant with a sob as I think about feeling so unsure every day for the rest of my afterlife. No wonder ghosts stay put. Who wants to live...uh, whatever happens to you after you die, through this?
"You're not dead, and you haven't been eaten, Josephine."
"Sure, that's probably what the grim reaper says to all the souls he comes to take. How am I supposed to even trust you when you could be a figment of my imagination because I don't want to realize how bad it is right now? That I'm being freakin' eaten!"
"You're not being eaten." He seems like he might be losing his patience with me now.
"How do you know?"
"Because...I am the 'thing' that bit you."
Chapter Twelve
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Drake
I am fucking this all up. To be fair this is the first time I have had to explain to a human what I am in almost three hundred years. The Denton family has been working for me for centuries and they come from a village where as long as I watch over them and protect them, people make sure to do the same for me and my kind.
As if thinking of her conjures her presence, Minnie appears. "So, how are things going?" She takes one look at us before putting her hands on her hips. "Oh dear, you've botched things, haven't you?"
"Minnie dear, please give us a minute." I love the older lady as if she were my own mother but right now, I am dangerously close to eating her. No matter how taboo it would be!
"Oh no you don't, Drake! You don't scare me with all of your woo-hoo ways. My mother wasn't afraid of you, and neither am I. Look, you've scared the poor girl to death. Come, come down to the kitchen and get yourself something to eat, deary. It will make the news go down easier, once this one gets off his tuchus and actually explains himself the right way."
She reaches for Josephine, and I growl. I can't help it. The woman doesn't even pause. Josephine's eyes go large and round, but Minnie just keeps on like I'm not a huge ass monster that could eat both her and her husband in one gulp. I could do it too. How hard would it be to find good help nowadays?
Josephine reaches for her and I see the way she grabs onto her hand like it is a lifeline. Maybe Minnie is right after all, maybe getting her something to eat really is the best way to break the news to her. Then I see what she is wearing and I put my foot down.
"Hell no!" At my outburst, both women turn to look at me. "She will not be running around this castle wearing a see-through shirt and nothing else and that is final, Minnie. If you want to feed her, bring her something to the room."
I lift Josephine off her feet and bring her back to the bed but instead of just putting her into it I sit with her in my lap. She looks from me to Minnie and back again trying to figure out what to do next. The old woman gives me a harrumph before leaving us. Josephine tries to wiggle from my lap but the effect she has on me causes my very large human cock to rise up.
In dragon form I have two, when I switch to my more human form, they merge into one long cock. Her wiggling isn't helping anything right now. It’s been ages since I took care of business myself and never with another as we can only have one mate and we only make love to that one person. She feels it and goes still.
Josephine.
"Josie, please." She says almost matter of factly. Then she pauses with a look of shock and fear on her face. "Oh my God! I heard...,"
"My thoughts as well. It’s what happens when one of my kind mates with someone."
"You're not talking about serial killers, are you?" I shake my head. "What are you talking about?"
"Dragons."
She sits still for a long time and then starts laughing. Even if it is a beautiful sound, I don't think now is the right time to be laughing. It is starting to make me worry I broke her. Maybe I should have let her go with Minnie after all.
She sobers up and realizes I am not laughing. Then an angry look comes into her eyes. "Did Dillon put you up to this?"
"Dillon?" I scan her mind for memories she might have of him. "Is he the little shit that pushed you into my Hole?"
He is. She very vividly recalls him asking her to fuck and when she turned him down, he pushed her and left her for dead. I can't hold in the growl that comes forward or the smoke that starts to twine around my head.
She jumps to her feet. Her eyes round and widen. "You're...you're on fire!"
I push down the anger that feeds the flames inside of me. Once I know I can speak without breathing fire while doing so I reassure her, "It happens."