Sleeping, Steam
Escapist from Ficly! So glad the community has found a new home thanks to some dedicated writers.
Your breaths sound thickly from a fire belly, and I hear them while lying in my own bed on the other side of the room.
Veins turn hot and sharp like white lightning. You're a Dragon-boy with dogwood eyes.
I'm scorched!
I'm scarred. The heat of your scales (though soft and human) has marked me. Thousands of rubies erupt from these marks, sanguine stars falling serpentine into all spaces!
I listen. Unwarranted your tempest lung function rocks me to a queasy comfort, like on a sea of heartthrobs. You leave me so good and sick. The back of my neck aches and waits to feel the storm of your air organs release there, putting droplets of running lava on me (crawling cell to cell) and sending my blood to all places.
I’ll measure time in aspirations and waves of nausea and you’ll enjoy your dream, no doubt wet.
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Fantasist
Welcome to the site! Nice to see you again. :)
I must say this was a very odd story and kinda humorous although I'm not sure if that was your intention. It reminded me somewhat of my grandmother's dragon-like snoring though which got a laugh out of me.