Lizard's Sparkle

Chapter 7

Hayley.

This place was magical. I'm talking unicorns and sparkling clouds and candy floss grass that bounced beneath your feet as you walked.

I totally should have worn my princess dress.

"What is it, My treasure?" Lucy grunted at me, obviously seeing the frown scrunching my nose and pushing out my lips.

I sighed in displeasure. "This is not the right outfit for an elf realm." I pulled at my tie-dyed vest that I'd bedazzled until it shimmered almost as brightly as I did. "I'm way under-dressed for unicorns," I grumbled.

He flashed his teeth at me and I shivered in terror. To be fair, he had unusually sharp teeth in human form. "Unicorns?" He questioned, then shook his head, "It does not do your sparkles justice," He grunted, "but I enjoy how it stretches over your teats."

Huh. My mouth gaped open widely. "Um. Thank you?" Because I felt the need to be polite even though I wasn't quite sure if that was a compliment.

He patted my back softly, then faced forward once more, ignoring Grams as she winked at him and wriggled her eyebrows while blatantly staring at his dick.

I liked Grams, like, really liked Grams, but I swore that if she kept staring at his constant erection then I was going to glitter-bomb her back to the human realm.

He was my familiar, and only I could perv-stare at his massive penis.

Okay so I probably wasn't supposed to be giving myself permission to stare but it was kind of hard to avoid looking at him. Luckily, since he had yet to put me down, it was only everything from the waist up that was slowly driving me to distraction. To the point that I was seriously considering sticking my tongue out and licking his muscled pecs just to see if he actually tasted like the smoked spices he smelt of.

I'm sure lots of witches licked their familiars. Nothing weird about that at all.

"Your dragon makes a lovely human, Hayley," Grams prodded slyly, thrusting her new boobs in his direction like a sort of grotesque offering.

Luckily for Lucy, a grimace passed over his face rather than anything remotely like interest. I wasn't about to name the firey ball feeling that was twisting my stomach into a burning ache everytime Grams stared at my dragon but I was pretty sure it was an indication that I was about to explode the next time she looked at his penis.

That's my penis! I don't know why my brain kept screaming that at me but for once I managed to keep my mouth shut and not yell it at Serena's slightly mental grandmother.

Her little grin and manic cackle told me she had accomplished whatever thing her twisted brain had set out to do and she gleefully skipped back over to Serena and proceeded to stare at Cat instead.

A screaming match ensued and I began to think that the old witch was much more demented than I'd originally thought.

"I am glad your mounds are not that massive," Lucy grunted at me, "Yours will fit perfectly in my hands."

My eyes instantly flicked to one of those huge hands, keeping a light constant pat against my thigh as if it were its purpose in life. I squirmed in his hold and tried for an affronted glare though I don't think I pulled it off very well. "Your hands won't be touching my mounds," I declared, then winced, "Boobs, they're called boobs." And I don't know what he was used to but I was definitely more Grams than Serena. I was short and curvy, and even though the old witch's boobs were inflated monstrosities mine weren't small by any stretch of the imagination.

"There will be touching," He countered with a snarl, "and squeezing and pinching and licking and-"

I slapped a hand over his mouth as his words continued to increase in volume, glitter poofing in nervous floods of blushing pink. "You can't touch my boobs! They're mine!" I squealed, taking the logical reason for him to keep his grabby paws to himself and running with it.