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able to shift as of tomorrow, and that, my dear, is a very good thing,” he finished with a grin.
“And why is that? Do you have an antsy dragon waiting to escape?”
He chuckled before responding. “You have no idea. Ivormantis is hardheaded on the best of days. But when he has been locked up and cannot come out for an extended length of time, he becomes unbearable to live with.” He chuckled again and shook his head. “He just told me to tell you that he is not hardheaded and very eager to meet you.”
Meldamiriel’s eyes got huge. “D…does he want to eat me?” If she didn’t have the complete look of horror in her eyes, he would have gladly informed her that both he and his dragon would love nothing better than to feast on her sweet pussy, but the timing was all wrong. He would have to win over her trust before that was ever to come into play.
“No, love. He doesn’t eat people. Not elves, humans, or anyone else. I think someone told you a few too many fables when you were growing up.”
“Umm, that would be Natasha’s doing,” she mumbled.
“Hmm, interesting.” He was fairly certain Natasha had not told her friend yet that she had been gifted with a dragon of her own when she and Blain mated. This was something that occurred very rarely.
“If I only bring him part of the way out in order for him to speak with you, but maintain my human body, would that help ease your fears?” Ivormantis was pulling on his chains, trying his best to break free to the surface. He desperately wanted to prove to their mate that she had nothing to worry about, that he loved her and would gladly stand and protect her against the world.
Finally, after chewing her bottom lip for a moment in indecision, she nodded. Dominic allowed Ivormantis loose, but kept a tight hold on the chain.
‘Come through my eyes and a partial amount on the face, but that is all, Ivormantis. If we push her too far, she will run, and then we stand a good chance of losing her forever.’
For once, his beast didn’t argue with him. He came through doing a partial shift to the face and eyes, but stopped there.
Meldamiriel’s eyes got huge as the transformation took place, but she forced herself to stay seated and not jump back in fear. “Um, hi?” Her voice came out as no more than a squeak.
“Hello, Meldamiriel, my little jewel,” Ivormantis greeted with a grin.
“You know what my name stands for!” she stated in surprise.
“Of course I do, sweets, you are our mate. I have made it a point to learn everything about you.” He cocked his head at her, which looked so weird. The head of a dragon on a body of a man. “I love your hair, such an unusual color, but beautiful just the same.”
She glanced down at her straight white hair, the length going halfway down her back. The coloring alone marked her as an Omega Elf. She had always liked the color herself, just because it was unusual and different, until she was old enough to understand what all it meant. It was why it was so difficult to hide away from other supernatural beings. She even tried the awful smelling human hair dyes in an attempt to hide what she was, only to have her own pristine white hair be back in place less than a few hours later.
Ivormantis watched her finger her hair with interest. “You do not like your hair, pretty mate?” His question was asked out of earnest, as if it was impossible for him to understand why she wouldn’t like her beautiful head of hair.
She looked over to him and smiled. “I like it, I just don’t like the trouble that comes knocking at my door because of what it stands for.”
“Oh, but, sweets, you won’t have to worry about fighting these beings by yourself ever again. Dominic is a powerful warrior and I can promise you that I will incinerate anyone who comes around causing you trouble.”
She wrapped her arms around herself, getting chilled from not moving and sitting on the hard, cold bench. “I think I like that idea,
“And why is that? Do you have an antsy dragon waiting to escape?”
He chuckled before responding. “You have no idea. Ivormantis is hardheaded on the best of days. But when he has been locked up and cannot come out for an extended length of time, he becomes unbearable to live with.” He chuckled again and shook his head. “He just told me to tell you that he is not hardheaded and very eager to meet you.”
Meldamiriel’s eyes got huge. “D…does he want to eat me?” If she didn’t have the complete look of horror in her eyes, he would have gladly informed her that both he and his dragon would love nothing better than to feast on her sweet pussy, but the timing was all wrong. He would have to win over her trust before that was ever to come into play.
“No, love. He doesn’t eat people. Not elves, humans, or anyone else. I think someone told you a few too many fables when you were growing up.”
“Umm, that would be Natasha’s doing,” she mumbled.
“Hmm, interesting.” He was fairly certain Natasha had not told her friend yet that she had been gifted with a dragon of her own when she and Blain mated. This was something that occurred very rarely.
“If I only bring him part of the way out in order for him to speak with you, but maintain my human body, would that help ease your fears?” Ivormantis was pulling on his chains, trying his best to break free to the surface. He desperately wanted to prove to their mate that she had nothing to worry about, that he loved her and would gladly stand and protect her against the world.
Finally, after chewing her bottom lip for a moment in indecision, she nodded. Dominic allowed Ivormantis loose, but kept a tight hold on the chain.
‘Come through my eyes and a partial amount on the face, but that is all, Ivormantis. If we push her too far, she will run, and then we stand a good chance of losing her forever.’
For once, his beast didn’t argue with him. He came through doing a partial shift to the face and eyes, but stopped there.
Meldamiriel’s eyes got huge as the transformation took place, but she forced herself to stay seated and not jump back in fear. “Um, hi?” Her voice came out as no more than a squeak.
“Hello, Meldamiriel, my little jewel,” Ivormantis greeted with a grin.
“You know what my name stands for!” she stated in surprise.
“Of course I do, sweets, you are our mate. I have made it a point to learn everything about you.” He cocked his head at her, which looked so weird. The head of a dragon on a body of a man. “I love your hair, such an unusual color, but beautiful just the same.”
She glanced down at her straight white hair, the length going halfway down her back. The coloring alone marked her as an Omega Elf. She had always liked the color herself, just because it was unusual and different, until she was old enough to understand what all it meant. It was why it was so difficult to hide away from other supernatural beings. She even tried the awful smelling human hair dyes in an attempt to hide what she was, only to have her own pristine white hair be back in place less than a few hours later.
Ivormantis watched her finger her hair with interest. “You do not like your hair, pretty mate?” His question was asked out of earnest, as if it was impossible for him to understand why she wouldn’t like her beautiful head of hair.
She looked over to him and smiled. “I like it, I just don’t like the trouble that comes knocking at my door because of what it stands for.”
“Oh, but, sweets, you won’t have to worry about fighting these beings by yourself ever again. Dominic is a powerful warrior and I can promise you that I will incinerate anyone who comes around causing you trouble.”
She wrapped her arms around herself, getting chilled from not moving and sitting on the hard, cold bench. “I think I like that idea,
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