Lizard's Sparkle

Chapter 11

Lucian

If my treasure was going to lock me in chains, then at the very least I expected half an hour alone with her pretty, pink pussy.

Dragons did not like being chained. But if her vision came true then I would do this for my witch, and in return she would owe me pussy favours.

I smiled widely as she stared at me with owlish eyes, thinking that I liked the idea of my witch owing me lots of little rewards.

"Can you be normal? Just for tonight," she mumbled, "and if you can't promise that then even just a no-biting rule would suffice."

I blew smoke towards the ceiling, ignoring the tittering gasps of the elf creatures as they shuffled a wide curve around me while I hovered over my witch. I grunted. Pleased with their obvious wariness of me which would also keep these colourfully dressed males away from my treasure. "I like biting," I shrugged, grinning as her wide eyes followed the movement with a lick of her pouty lips.

Her eyebrows dropped into a scowl.

Cute.

"You can't just bite people here, Lucy, I mean when you're a dragon it kind of fits, you know?" Her face scrunched up and she made her hands into a gesture of snapping jaws. "Everyone expects a dragon to bite, it's kind of a thing I guess, but I think while you're in human form we should probably put a temporary ban on biting," she smiled up at me, glitter sprinkling her lips until they shimmered under the lights from the obnoxious ceiling adornments.

I was sure she expected me to agree, and I would try my best to always give my witch what she wanted, but this was something we would not agree on. I shook my head. "If a male touches you I will bite him, he should feel lucky that I cannot swallow him whole in this form."

The storm witch snorted and giggled, hiding her face behind a cloud of hair. "He's going to swallow a male elf whole..." More giggles erupted.

My witch winced and slapped the palm of her hand across her eyes. "Goddess! I can't get that image out of my head now."

I smiled, just because my witch was smiling and I couldn't help but return it, but I did not understand what images she couldn't remove. "Of me swallowing a male?"

Giggles erupted. Snorts joined the chorus from the redhead and glitter streamed from my sparkly witch as she wobbled on her feet, shaking with her joy. I very nearly spurted my excitement all over the silly elf pants I had been forced into while I watched her mounds jiggling with her movements, but at least the suffocating tightness of the fabric had the redeeming quality of also suffocating my erection.

The cat and his witch were on the other side of the banquet hall, ambling slowly around the grand room and stopping every so often to greet elves that started pleasant conversations. I caught the eye of the feline as he shifted through my line of sight, a sneer twisting his mouth as he returned my glare. I snapped my teeth at him and puffed more smoke, accepting his challenge of a rematch, although this time I would request we wear these tight pants that my treasure had forced on me as I did not enjoy the feeling of his shaft on my bare skin during the last duel. "Your father is arriving," I interrupted my witch's giggles, catching the soft shuffle of many feet approaching that would surely be silent to any creature other than myself and the mangy cat.

"Where?" Her giggles cut off and I mourned the loss momentarily before my attention was snagged by the swishing of her curls as her head snapped from side to side, searching for the elf that had claimed a right to her that I was thinking seriously about removing. Permanently.

I doubted she'd miss the puny elf...she'd be too busy honouring all those pussy favours.

"He will enter shortly, he has an escort." I rolled my eyes skyward, completely unimpressed with a male that needed an army to move from room to room. "I will get the corpse, you will speak to your father when I return," I informed her, watching as her eyebrows dropped lower into a frown with each word.