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Story and all characters (c) 2006-2007 Yancarlo Ramsey. Please do not redistribute without written permission.

This is a work of adult fiction. If you get caught reading it, don't blame me.

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I woke up.

I didn't recall losing consciousness, but apparently I had. I was utterly exhausted, and despite the soreness in odd places - those places where I had bruised myself - I felt like I was floating in pure bliss. Everything was good. I was utterly content to simply lie there and luxuriate in that feeling. And then I heard his voice.

"Nuala..."

That same deep sound I'd heard bellowing out his pleasure before I lost consciousness. A voice which made me shiver, which instilled in me an urge to find out who it belonged to. It gave me the strength to lift myself up from that euphoric state, and it gave me an irresistable desire to do so. I opened my eyes and lifted my head, turning it sluggishly on my tired neck... And I saw him.

My first thoughts were that there had never been a more stunning example of masculine beauty. I could find no words to describe the magnificence of the creature I saw. His scales were the color of burnished gold, and they shone... Oh how they shone, even in the dim light of the cave! And yet his eyes were brown - a rich, deep, golden-brown that complemented his scales perfectly. His wings looked to be just the right shape and length, and his frame was slender, yet clearly powerful. His proportions were utter perfection, and I could see not one speck of asymmetry anywhere on his form. He wasn't quite as long as me, of course. Even the oldest males could rarely match the size or weight of a mature young female. But how had this fabulous male gotten here? Where had he come from? Where was Adrian? He was supposed to be - And then it finally hit me.

This was Adrian. This was 'Adrianfarshallan'... the dragon.

I stared for... I know not how long. Finally I whispered, "Adrian...?"

"Yes... It worked." He was trembling slightly, but it was clearly not from exhaustion. He looked like he could barely control himself, like he wanted to go leap into the air and dance for joy, like he was only staying still because he couldn't decide upon the best way to express himself. "It worked... It worked! Nuala... Look at me! Can you believe it? Incredible! I feel... so alive... so full of energy, like I could do anything! - Ah, Nuala, and you look exhausted..."

I had let my head slump to the floor once again, though I could not take my eyes from him. I could barely summon the energy to snort at his last words.

"I'm sorry... Let me help. I must have drawn too heavily on you... I need to return some of this energy. Please forgive me..."

Just the chance to listen to his silky voice and look upon his magnificent, lithe form was enough to make it all worthwhile. I would have laughed and told him instantly that he was forgiven many times over, but I was simply too tired to do anything but gaze at him. Until he stood over me and touched the end of his snout to my back.

I felt my exhaustion begin to melt away, like thick butter in a frying pan. My muscles tingled as energy washed through them, removing their weakness the way a cleansing dip in a cold lake removes dust and grime from one's scales and fatigue from one's tired muscles. I shivered involuntarily as strength returned, flowing into me, filling me like some kind of huge hot-air balloon. I gasped and raised my head, my eyes widening, and I turned it to look at him again. "Adrian..." I brought my head closer, and looped my neck over his. "Oh, Adrian... Thank you..."

The flood slowed to a trickle, and then stopped. He lifted his chin from my back and placed his neck over the base of mine, completing the twined shape. "You're welcome, Nuala... You're so very welcome... And thank you, for what you've done. This is... I don't know how to describe it fully. Exhilarating... Fantastic..."

"You don't need to. I know."

"It's like a dream coming true..."

"You're beautiful, magnificent, stunning..."

"I couldn't have done it alone..."

"Not as quickly, you said..."

"Nor as well... You say I'm beautiful... I took that beauty from you, Nuala."

I stiffened slightly. "... Don't tease me like that, Adrian."

He untwined his neck from mine and moved his head to look at me. Catching my resentful expression, he seemed utterly confused. "I'm not teasing, Nuala. I could not have managed such an appearance without your own magnificence to inspire me..."

"Stop it!" I cried out, pulling away, turning my head aside. I felt... vulnerable, suddenly. I could never have imagined that a mere human could hurt me. Surely Adrian hadn't meant to. And yet, he was.

"Stop what? Admiring you? Telling you what I see?"

"Taunting me!" I hesitated, and forced myself to relax. "Adrian, if you were a dragon I would call you a liar, but since you are human... I know you do not mean to hurt me..."

As I write this, I am struck by the irony of my choice of words, and I can't help but laugh. Now, of course... Ahh, but that would be telling. All in due time.

It was several seconds before Adrian responded. And when he did, it was by moving closer and covering my back with one of his wings, pressing his side against mine. I didn't think to question how he was able to move so well at the time. "I did not intend to hurt you, Nuala. If I have... then I can only beg you to forgive me... and to help me understand why you are hurt by my words."

I took a deep breath and pressed against him, closing my eyes and lowering my head. Finally I responded, in a quiet voice, "I'm sorry, Adrian... You had no way of knowing. I'm... far from beautiful. I'm drab, dull... I'm the plainest looking female there ever was."

He pulled me closer with his wing, and rubbed his head against mine, considering this for a few seconds. "... Nuala... Perhaps some, or even most, of the other dragons consider you plain. But to me... Before, as well as now... Even more so, now that I can truly take in the sight of you... There is nothing plain about you. I do not say this to tease or taunt you. To me, your beauty is so deep, so fantastic, that I can hardly bear to look at you without my breath catching in my throat. I think about you when you are not here... I think of almost nothing else. Everything I do leads me to thoughts of you. Your voice, your smooth scales, the color of rich, fertile earth, of the finest dark leather, clear and without the slightest blemish in color or texture... Your rich, deep, golden eyes, and the way they follow me when I move around... Your way of twitching your wings when pleased..."

"Alright! Enough!" I cried out, and pressed against him. Anything to get him to stop. "You think I'm beautiful. I won't argue with you."

"But you don't believe me, either."

"I believe you mean well. And for that I thank you, Adrian. But what is the opinion of one human, even if you do look like a dragon now, compared to that of all the other dragons I know?"

He pulled his head back and looked me right in the eyes. "Everything."

I simply didn't know how to respond to that... so I remained silent, and finally lowered my head again, wrapping my neck around his chest, tucking my head under his far wing. He curled his in the opposite direction, placing his chin upon my back, between my wingshoulders, and he sighed. We spent at least a minute like that, I'm not really sure exactly how long. But it was peaceful, and relaxing, and comforting... And that was what I needed.

Finally he rubbed his chin against me and spoke. "Ah, Nuala... We should be happy, right now, shouldn't we? We succeeded..."

"... Yes, we did." I slowly pulled my head out from under his wing and began to straighten up. "I'm... extremely impressed, Adrian." I was indeed, and anything else I could think to say would have been a terrible understatement.

"You aren't the only one." He smiled at me and rustled his wings a little.

Something I'd noticed but not really paid any attention to finally came to my attention. I sat back and looked curiously at him. "How is it that you can move so easily?"

"Why shouldn't I be able to? I am a dragon now, after all."

I shook my head. "But you were a human... You've never been a dragon before now. How can you know how to move as one?"

"More than just my body was changed by that spell. I'm not sure how to explain it, exactly... My inner nature was altered, as well."

"What? Adrian, is this... permanent?"

"No, no... When the spell is undone, everything returns to the way it was. You've nothing to worry about, Nuala."

I closed my eyes and sighed. "Good. I'd hate to think you'd given up who you were for good, just to help me..." Although... would it really be that bad? To have Adrian remain a dragon forever...? I dismissed such thoughts quickly. I couldn't ask something like that of him, much less expect it of him. Even thinking such a thing was shameful!

"And a spell to turn a dragon into a human would be so much more difficult?" he responded, with a somewhat humorous tone.

I huffed and smiled at him. "No, I suppose not."

"But... perhaps you have a point. I may know how to walk and such, but... I have never flown before. It could be that I will need practice..."

"Do you feel up to it?"

"I think the better question is, do you? You just went through a great ordeal, even if it was fairly pleasant..."

"Fairly pleasant? ... I don't know whether I should laugh or be angry... That... was not what I expected."

"... Do you regret agreeing to it?"

"Not in the slightest! It was well worth it, Adrian... I mean, just look at you...!"

"I'd rather look at you." He grinned at me. I would've blushed, had I been a human. As it was, I turned my head away for a moment. "But yes, I had a few minutes to do that, while I waited for you to wake up..."

I looked at him again, a hint of worry creeping into my voice. "A few minutes? What happened to me?"

"Nothing dangerous. You had an orgasm of mind-blowing proportions... Literally. It took a while for your brain to sort itself out, that's all. How did you feel, when you woke?"

I closed my eyes and tried to recapture that feeling. "Like... everything was right and perfect, like I'd never be unhappy again, like I could've just stayed that way forever... It was... wonderful."

"There, see? Nothing at all to worry about." He patted my back with his wing, and rubbed his cheek against my head.

"You're right... Nothing that felt so good could possibly be bad." I grinned and leaned against him, rubbing my head against his in return. And then I realized something... "It's so wonderful, for me to be able to touch you, without worrying about hurting you..."

"Trust me, you're not the only one who's glad of that," he replied wryly. Then he pulled me close against him with his wing, and looped his neck over mine again.

Somehow, it just felt right, and we lay down like that right where we were, on the floor that was still slick with my juices. We rested there together for some time. I could still feel the lingering effects of that 'mind-blowing orgasm', and the mild euphoria left over from it lasted at least until I fell asleep.