Embers - Male dragon shifter x reader, Chapter Fourteen (final!) (nsfw)
You thought Iād forgotten, didnāt you? Do you have so little faith in me?
Spoilers: I was in bed when I remembered, and itās 11.45pm here and I totally had forgotten. Iām so sorry.
Well, this is it, folks! The conclusion to the 14-part story! Hope youāve enjoyed it, and thanks to the few of you whoāve let me know when youāve enjoyed it, and to those of you who have consistently reminded me when Iāve forgotten to post! <3
This week: our boy has shown us his true wyvern form and has taken us for a brief test-flight around the grounds of his home, but now heās got a surprise for us and wants to take us further afield!
Catch up on previous episodes here:
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen
You would remember that flight for the rest of your life. The way the ground disappeared beneath you should have left you a frightened wreck, but sitting astride MikaeĆÆl like that gave you a strange rush of courage, knowing that his power and strength and agility in the air would keep you safe, that you would not fall tumbling to your death through the endless space beneath you. He would bear you up, hold you aloft, soar and glide with you as the world passed by beneath. It was hard not to laugh like a lunatic after a while, even once the adrenaline had mostly worn off.
MikaeĆÆlās wing beats whooshed with a steady, thrumming rhythm as he flew, the vast stretch of the leathery wings reaching as wide as an aeroplane tip-to-tip, his neck long and spiked extending ahead of you, and, if you were brave enough, you could twist and look behind you and see the rippling muscles of his back and tail working to steady himself like a rudder in the strong currents up this high.
In the sun his scales gleamed a million shades and hues of gold and amber, and you barely noticed the countryside streaming past beneath you. As you finally released your grip on a very handy pair of spikes at the base of his neck, about ten minutes into the journey, you allowed yourself to run your palm down the smooth, reptilian scales of his withers. With a rumbling groan that was audible even with the wind roaring in your ears, he dropped a few feet in altitude as the rhythm of his wings faltered. Your stomach lurched and you felt the blood drain from your face.
āCareful,ā MikaeĆÆl laughed, half turning back to look at you over his shoulder at you. āRemember what I told you about you being distracting while I fly?ā
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