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I enter the house and head for the basement. As I walk down the stairs I pull out my phone and turn it off. I don't want anyone calling me like last time. Damn it Berrwain you seem to have the worest of timing. I stop at the bottom of the stairs to see what was done with the basement, and can't help but laugh at how mismatched the furniture is. There is a brown leather couch, a few red lazy boy recliners, a random wicker chair, a blue foot rest in front of the wicker chair, the kick ass entertainment system that Sarven bought is set up on a sturdy oak desk that was moved out from the storage room, and a whole bunch of random rugs to cover the spot where the carpet caught fire a few years ago. Why havent I fixed that yet? I am more than capable of doing it myself or paying to have it done. I walk into the room where the four of us were holed up the night Zerinnon first showed up, and find it completely transformed. The cots have been removed, and the cement floor has been dug out in the center of the room. In the hole in the floor, Sarven placed the mattress from the bed he purchased earlier. The cement floor has been covered in a soft carpet that has a foam pad underneath, there are a few small empty bookshelves made from the fake wood all modern stuff is made with, and a small blue dresser. On the floor next to the dresser are several large white blankets and a few large red pillows. On the walls going around the entire room are two sets of glas shelves that are lined with candles and incense burners. All of the candles are light, and six of the incense burners are light. The room smells of dragons blood incense and Sarven's elevated pheremones. I undress and walk over to sarven as he lights yet another incence burner.

"Easy with those things, we aren't trying to get high off of them. Now come on, it's time for bed" I say enticingly as I lead sarven to the hollowed out circle in the floor. Sarven steps into the home made bed, and stands still a minute before slowly falling on his side much like a cat does. I watch him as he plays around, and can't help but smile. There is just something that is heart warming about watching a small light blue feral dragon with two crimson red stripes down his back play like a kitten would. Then sarven looks up to see me standing there waiting, and opens his arms. I crawl into bed with Sarven, embracing him as I lay down next to him. Sarven unfolds his right wing and drapes it over me as he wraps himself around me, the warmth of his body warming the cool air between us. A strong scent fills the air between us, and I inhale deeply, savouring the nearly intoxicating scent. I know that sarven is erect, and seconds later I feel the tip of his member pressing against my tail hole. I relax, and press against Sarvens member. I tighten my embrace with Sarven as he presses deeper. Sarven starts crooning affectionately and carresing me as I near the base of his manhood. As I reach the botom of his member I feel his knot inflate. Tied together, we settle into a more comfortable position for the night. Sarven's crroning begins to lull me sleep.

As I am falling asleep I hear Sarven softly whisper "Sweet dreams my love." A short while later Sarven falls into a deep sleep, the two of us sharing our loving embrace through the night.

I wake early in the morning with a start, coming out of a depressing dream. But as I become aware of my surroundings my fears are quickly put to rest. Oh, it was just a dream. Just a very realistic dream... oh god what would I do if it wasn't just a dream? I lay my head back down trying not to disturb Sarven and pull myself tight against him. This is when I realise that there is now a blanket over the two of us, and a pillow underneath Sarven's chin. Sarven stirs, and then wraps his arms around me the best he can. I take comfort in the dense muscular arms wraped around me, because they could easily crush me or tear me in half. But instead of causing me anguish and eventual death, the scaled arms belong to my protecter and my mate. Sarven stirs again, and I know he is awake now.

What's wrong Drosmine? Sarvens voice asks soothingly in my mind.

What do you mean? I reply, confused.

You have been crying in your sleep for almost two hours now. Im worried sick about you! What's bothering you? Sarven asks as he raises his head to look at me.

Oh... It must have been my dream. Wait, I was crying in my sleep?

Yes, you were. It started when I retreived the blanket from beside the dresser. Almost as if loosening our embrace is what caused it. Now what was this dream that troubles you so? Sarven asks, the fact that he is terrified is obvious in his expression.

I had a dream in which you and I were stranded in the middle of nowhere, and you were hurt realy badly, and there was nothing I could do to help you. Not even help aleviate the pain... Then... Then you stopped breathing, and... I thought I realy lost you... I reply as a tear rolls down my cheek. Sarven wraps himself around me as tightly as he can to comfort me.

You don't need to wory about loosing me Drosmine. I am going to be with you for a very long time. I will always be here when you need me, and even when you don't I will still be here. Sarven replies softly. Oops, sorry about that. I smell blood and know exactly what just happened, but I don't care. I just wrap my arms around Sarven and pull myself as close as I possibly can.

It happens, don't wory about it. Although if you would keep it from becoming infected that would be appreciated. I tell Sarven, releived that he is here wrapped around me instead of dying in my arms in a mountain somewhere. I feel Sarvens rough tounge on my back as he cleans the fresh wound on my left shoulder where his black tallons punctured my skin.

If your dreams troubble you so, I can help... Although I don't know how long it will take you to get used to what I would do.

I'll think about it. The way you said that implies some serious changes. But if it means I will never have a dream like that again I would be more than happy to do it.

It is not a decision to be taken lightly. I don't want you to rush into this decision and then do something you will regret. Now why don't you get some rest? I am and always will be right here, with you.

As I drift off into a light and fitfull sleep I hear Sarven speaking softly to me. The last words I catch before loosing consciouness are "I love you Drosmine". As time progresses I relax, and eventually fall into a deep sleep. As Sarven stirs to adopt a more comfortable position, my dreams haunt me yet again.