Memories and worry (Petra POV)

Petra races home, her mind buzzing with what just happened. As soon as she closes her door behind her, she clutched her head with her clawed hands. Pacing around the living room, Petra forces her heart to stop racing and her frantic breathing to slow.

How could this happen? Already frazzled by the attempt on the life of her king, she had been surprised by the weight of emotion from the elven woman. Dragons are innately magical, and it seems that Evie is more powerful than Petra had known. When they touched, Petra’s guard was down and her mind was ****. She felt Evie’s intrusion, though it was obvious that the elf was as surprised as Petra.

The damage was done, though. Now Evie knew. She knew Petra was a dragon, the depth of Petra’s affection for Kael, her past skulking in the woods, everything. The connection was brief, but intense.

And it went both ways. Petra had seen Evie’s past as well, and the ordeal she had gone through nearly brought even Petra to tears. But above all, one thing shone like a beacon in Evie’s mind. Kael. Evie’s devotion to him exceeded even the unbreakable bond that had ensnared Petra, and as the memory played out in Petra’s mind, she understood completely.

With a soft sigh, Petra sinks to the couch. Theres nothing more to be done. She hopes that Evie will keep her secrets, at least for a while. Petra fears little, but the thought of driving Kael away with her true nature terrifies her.

As she relaxes, though, it allows other memoirs to surface. Memories of touch, of pleasure. Evie has been with Kael for quite some time, and the memories of their intimacy had burned brightly. Petra shivers, feeling a warmth growing within her. She rubs her hands on her thighs, her tail flicking against her leg.

Dragons, in their natural form, feel emotions in a more muted way. But Petra has adopted this more humanoid body, and that…changes things. Plus, she just received a blast of unfettered emotion from her connection with Evie. Desire and lust were very strong among those emotions, and now it washes over Petra like the warmth of a hot bath.

Petra shifts on the couch, rubbing her muscular thighs together. Biting her lip, she sits up, feeling her stiffened nipples brushing against the coarse material of her top, and she can’t suppress a slight groan. Feeling a growing warmth between her legs, Petra stands, taking a shuddering breath.