Draco thought of Warmth’s heat, but not in the way she was describing. He was daydreaming of the heat that lived inside her, the heat only her mate would ever get to feel. The heat that lived between her legs, begging her mate to take it. The heat under her large, plump breasts, as her nipples hardened under the hand of her mate. The heat inside her mouth, as their tongues danced. He wanted that heat, he want to steal it from her and take it as his own. But he couldn’t not in this form, it’d rip her in half.

“Is something the matter?” she asked, snapping Draco back into reality. Draco nodded, then looked away from the princess, trying to discontinue his thoughts of ravishing this innocent flower. “So? What is your name?” Draco sighed and then looked at her. He stood up, but hugged his wings to his back. He roared, figuring the only way to talk was to turn back.

As he turned his scales retracted into his skin and his jaw, hips, and spine broke back into place. His horns retracted into his skull, and his hair formed back onto his head. He no longer had claws, wings, or even his thick tail that swung behind him, just human skin, face, and tailless body.

Warmth stared with amazement, her eyes and jaw open wide. “Careful,” Draco chuckled, “or you’ll eat a bug.” Warmth closed her mouth then looked down blushing. His penis laid half-stiffened, pink and, even half soft, very large. Draco noticed that's where her eyes had landed and smirked proudly. “Take it you’ve never seen one?” Warmth shook her head, her eyes filled with curiosity. “Wanna feel?” Warmth now looked at the nude boy with a disappointed scowl on her face. “Nevermind it was a joke.” He looked around and tried to find something to cover with.

“Oh!” Draco turned to the princess who held a black cloth in her hand. Draco smiled, nodding to thank her and began to wrap the cloth around his hips, covering. He then sat down next to the princess, trying not to laugh at her tomato-like face. “So...” she turned to him, her flushed face showing the small brown freckles on her face, “you’re part human?” Draco shook his head.  

“No, all dragons can turn to a human form,” he began to explain. “Most just choose not to.”

“Does it hurt?” she asked, her voice low.

“Yes, but only for a short amount of time, then you get the satisfaction of flight.” He looked to the sky. She smiled and nodded, agreeing to the amazing experience she had.

“Oh right! Your name?” She was back on topic. She’s not too quick to forget, he thought. And with what he wanted to do, she would never be able to forget.

“Draconius. But for short, just call me Draco,” he smiled at her, noticing that now, inches apart they were smiling at each other, staring into each other’s eyes. “Wow...”

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“Wow?” she tilted her head, confused. “Am I uglier up close, Draco?” Ugly? Who said you were ever ugly? He thought. He shook his head rapidly.

“Actually quite the opposite. Mesmerizing.” He could smell her scent again, lilies and redwoods, the outside. Her eyes shined with the sun reflecting off of them, her skin glowing. Truly Mesmerizing.

She pulled her black hair behind her ear, still flustered. “Well, thank you.” Draco leaned closer to Warmth, making her skin turn a bright pink. “W-What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” He smirked, showing razor teeth. He placed his mouth close to hers. He just wanted one taste, one little, small taste. He could feel her breath, it was heavy, excited. “You seem excited, princess.”

“Please don’t call me-” Suddenly he got his wish, her taste. Her lips were soft, somewhat chapped, but still soft, sweet. She didn’t hit him, nor push him away. Instead she held her lips to his. He placed his hand on the back of her neck gently, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She let out a small noise. A pleasurable noise. He pulled away and chuckled as she caught her breath.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Draco smiled. Warmth looked up at him and smiled at him, her face bright red. Draco stared happily for a moment, then reality hit him. Hit him like a mace falling from the sky, right into his gut. If anyone were to find out about this, she’d be sent away. Or he would be killed, skinned for cloaks. He backed away from her, fear coming over him.

“Draco?” Warmth touched his hand, scooting closer to him. “What’s the matter?” He looked into her calming, bright eyes. He shook his head, then looked down at the ground.

“The laws...” he growled. “That’s what’s wrong.” He bared his teeth, “they’re stupid, why do we have to stay away from each other?!”

“Because Dragons and Royalty do not mix,” a rough voice stated. Draco closed his eyes and sighed. Stipus stood, glaring at the young dragon, tapping his foot like a disapproving mother. “You know the law Draco! Yet you dare and succeed to break it!” Stipus looked at Warmth, who had backed away from Draco, confused as she could possibly be. “Princess, did this poor excuse for a creature hurt you?” Warmth shook her head rapidly, yet still too confused to make words. “Good,” his motherly look went back to Draco, “you’re lucky she isn’t injured. Do you want to be whipped? Is that what you want?!” Draco stood up and looked at Warmth. Would this be their first and final meeting? He felt a deep, strong growl begin in his stomach. He turned to Stipus, letting the growl escape out of his throat, his eyes changing into the piercing yellow that Stipus knew too well.

“Whipped or broken down, I will not obey such an idiotic law!” He breathed heavily, his anger threatening to consume him. “What is so bad about dragons huh?!” his voice let out a powerful grunt. He wanted to change, to take the princess and fly away. To burn the kingdom to the ground. He clenched his fists, and bared his teeth. Stipus grabbed his sword, his body tense and nervous. Draco began to chuckle deeply, a harsh, demented laugh. “Are you going to fight me, Stipus?!” He growled again and bent down, preparing himself to change for battle.

Draco felt a warm hand on his back, then saw the princess step in front of him. For a moment he froze, she was protecting him. He slowly stood back up staring at her silky black hair. Stipus removed his hand from the grip of his sword. “Princess the law states-”

“I know what the law states Mr.Stipus,” she cut him off, almost like she was snapping at him. “But there is also a law stating that I, as a princess, am not allowed outside the kingdom!”