Day… Grayness and darkness with the sight of the sun behind heavy leaden clouds. A storm is brewing, but it is not cold. It's kind of nice, tucked away. She walks slowly through the streets of a city unknown to her. He's watching. Everything is desolate and ruined. Apocalyptic scenes are changing. On the left side of the corner of her eye, she seems to see a shadow approaching her. Panic grips her and something tightens in her throat. She's looking to escape as soon as possible. It speeds up the pace. Run. Nothing is heard. It's like she's in a silent movie. The boulevard in front of her is huge, as if it leads to infinity. She would like to turn around. To see who is chasing her. But she can not. Something's wrong with her. Darkness looms over the landscape. Darkness follows her and she feels the cold that wants to grab her. Suddenly two red eyes shine in front of her. This is her dragon. Dragon is alive! She moans in her head.

The landscape is changing. In the middle of high mountains covered with snow, a huge flat field. Green, lush grass sways in the light wind. The clear sky sucks the difference. Sun is shining. Warm, soothing, lively. She walks. Next to her is Damon. She feels love for him. So much so that it hurts deep in her chest. Love, passion, longing. She is happy to sing. Sad to make her cry. All at the same time. It's a full life. Intertwined love, life and hopelessness, death. As if he felt her thoughts, he turned to her and said: “Everything is as you feel. I said NO! You embraced death and surrendered to it... almost. I put a lot of energy into saving you. It will take a lot of strength and life energy to save us. You, me, our world. I will explain it to you. Later. Come over. In front of us is a tree with the largest and densest canopy imaginable. We are approaching. Thick fur rag next to the trees and smoked food served. Various types of meat, pies and cakes, and fruits and juices.”

Everything in front of her was more than tempting.

"We're sitting," Damon said. “This is my surprise and a gift to you. The meat is from some completely different times and places. Be proud, this is how kings used to eat. This is a meal of power. You won't understand now. Once upon a time, food was not just food. It was a matter of life and death.”

She did know what to say.

“Here, try the pheasant meat,” he said and handed her a piece that she carefully bit into. She felt the incredible softness and juiciness of the meat, which simply melted in her mouth. Oh, the taste. It cannot be described in words. The sweetness just came from it. She took more. She also took a quail, then a turkey. Duck, and goose meat. Pork, boar, venison. She do not understand. She, who ate little and not a meat lover, just buried herself insatiably and constantly cried out more, more! Damon smiles and gives her a bite of power. Take it, he teases her, try this, mix your greens and fruits, and she just radiate.

She wonder where did he get so much food and drink, as if she didn't take anything. Finally, the nectar-drink of the gods. Stunned, she was so upset. She was overwhelmed by passion and strong sexual desire like never before in her life. Her vision blurred as her heart galloped to her chest. Her sense of smell sharpens to the limit. She smelled Damon's strong animal scent enveloping her like fluid. She cried out in passion, a fire blazing inside her. Their hands touched.

She could swear the current flowed between them. They started making love. Frenzied like drowning men catching their last breath. Their hands, as if they had their own will, scratched their bodies and burned everything under them. They finally reunited. The highlights were she didn't know how many. They changed poses, explored and got to know each other again and again.

 Her inner walls ached from urgency of there lovemaking. It was a good ache. A long time has passed since she felt this urge. This was complete lust, in its raw form. Nothing was hidden. Nothing remained a secret.

Damon stopped for a moment and changed pace again. She could do very little. Her movements subsided under him. clung to him as her body quivered from the ferocity of his thrusts. He enjoyed nuzzling her jaw and neckline, biting down on the soft plump flesh of her breasts until she whimpered.

He growled low in his throat above her enjoying the exquisite tightening of her honeypot around him, Damon braced both hands beside her head, lifting his torso slightly off hers in order to angle himself in a better position, driving her hips up with every thrust, enjoying the new angle and sensations but also the increased moaning from her beautiful mouth.

She wasn’t familiar with this kind of Damon. She hoped that this was his hidden normal side.

And then the flash that knocked her down. “Slowly,” from a distance a voice said, “slowly, you exaggerated, really the blood of dragons flows in your veins.” 

“You're the Dragon's!” Damon whispered excitedly.