Myrena snapped to turn toward him and walked forward, meeting him in front of the bed. She noticed his flushed cheeks and heaving breath, and any other night she would have credited it to his nature. But not tonight, she knew.

Not tonight.

"You can sense... how I feel?" She whispered, walking even closer to his body

"I can smell your scent." He corrected her in a low, but confident voice.

"And what do l smell like?" Myrena breathed against his collarbone.

"Like an invitation. You desire. You want."

"I want... to see you." She snapped as she leaned back just a bit.

Smaug let out a chuckle as his hand went to the front of his coat, pulling it aside to show even more of his naked torso.

"Have I ever hidden from you."

Myrena seductively shook her head.

"You've seen me. I want... to see you." She trailed her finger down his center, circling his waist. "All of you."

Smaug smirked and slowly undid his belts, shrugging off his coat and let his pants fall.

Her eyes scanned him head to... head. Her hand trembled forward, nervously touching her knuckle to the joint on his waist. Smaug hissed. Myrena drew her knuckle down his length, circled over the head and under. Her finger turned as all her fingers splayed around his shaft, and pressed him to his belly as she got closer. She reached up on her toes, her nose pressing against his.

"What now?" he breathed, holding back.

"I want to kiss you."

He inched his mouth closer, his top lip wavering between her two. She nervously kissed it. The sensation made him pull back for only a second before he came back, head tilted to the other side. Her hands slid up his chest, holding him in place. She kissed him again, and this time Smaug attempted to copy her.

Every thing happening in the past minute was all new to Smaug, but the dragon in him wanted to be dominant, even if he had no idea how to do it. His mouth reached and failed to get her upper lip, and her hands on his face guided him back to her lower lip. He resigned to his fate but held her face in his hands, strongly kissing her mouth again and again, proud to show her that he'd got the hang of it.

But then she brought in her tongue. She'd stuck it out a bit, and the tip of her tongue came in his mouth when he kissed. Smaug groaned at the sensation and repeated her action again, battling her tongue for access into her mouth. After a while, she pulled back drawing in a long breath.

"You taste smoky."

"I literally have fire running in my lungs." He grinned.

Myrena laughed.

"Talk about a hot romance!"

She pulled his head down for another kiss, this time extending her whole tongue past his lips. His tongue felt warm and rough under her own as she explored his mouth, running her tongue over the roof and behind his teeth.

Smaug gave her little time to enjoy before he fought her tongue for dominance, pushing it back into her own mouth. His tongue was far longer than hers, quickly reaching the back of her mouth before he curled it back against the roof of her mouth. His tongue tickled her and she pulled her mouth from his, kissing along his jaw to his chin.

Smaug sighed as he let his lover pleasure him, kissing and sucking down his long throat. She circled the dip in his sternum, resting her hands on his breasts to keep upright. His hands went into her hair behind her ears as she kissed further down his torso, leaving open mouthed kisses on his pectorals.

Myrena was on her knees now, her hands on his waist as her mouth was level with his belly. She looked up at him curiously, and he didn't dare discourage her. Myrena followed the trail her finger had made, placing a kiss where his groin began. His grip tightened in her hair. She kissed down his shaft to the head.

She held it in his hand, staring at it eye to eye. And then she kissed him, open mouthed, on the tip. Smaug let out a pleasured groan, making her smirk. She continued kissing it, tilting her head left and right. Smaug felt hot and pulled her to her feet.

"Acquainted?" He asked her, his voice deeper.

Myrena felt breathless herself and nodded, pressing her head against his.

Smirking, the dragon shifter slid the dress off her shoulder, matching her state to his. He reached out to touch her, especially paying attention to where scars had previously been. At least wizards were good for something.

Smaug took a step forward, causing her to step back in reaction and they walked to the bed. Myrena wrapped a hand around his neck, holding the back of his head as he laid her down on the bed, his body on top of hers. His shaft pressed against her abdomen and he lifted his waist to reposition himself, but as his head pressed against her slit, she squealed.

"Wait!"

"What?" Smaug snapped impatiently.

"That's too much at once. And I'm not ready."

"Not... ready?" The dragon had no knowledge of human mating needs.

"If my groin is dry, it'll hurt more. You have to stimulate it, make it wet. Use something else first."

"Something else?" He repeated. "Like what?"

"Umm, your fingers?" Myrena suggested, before quickly adding "START WITH ONE!"

Smaug let out a dry laugh. "Alright, but it's your last request, woman. Wet or not, I will have you tonight."

Moving himself to his original position, he lowered his right hand instead. Smaug lined up his index finger to where his member had been earlier, and pushed in. Myrena moaned at the intrusion. He pulled it back and then slid in again, causing her the same reaction.

He carelessly rested his thumb at the top of her slit and Myrena's hips lifted off the bed as she moaned in pleasure. Smaug became aware.

"Touch that again!" She begged and Smaug intentionally pressed his thumb down again.

Her tip swelled, and Smaug circled his thumb around it, driving her insane. She didn't complain much when he inserted his middle finger. Smaug split his fingers and her walls reflexively tightened, making him groan. He crossed his fingers, then split them again, adding a third finger as he did. Myrena fisted her hair and threw her head back, biting her lip.

Smaug reached up with his other hand and released her lip with his thumb.

"No. Let me hear you."

Myrena rewarded him with a loud moan as he hadn't forgotten the attention on her nerve button. He alternatively curled back his fingers, hitting the same spot every finger and she keened. Her walls tightened around his three fingers and she felt a coil snap in her abdomen.

"I... I'm coming! Oh, Smaug!" Myrena threw her head back again, exposing her neck to his mouth.

Smaug sucked at her hammering pulse, using all his strength to hold back his fangs. Suddenly, he felt a gush of fluid pour over his fingers, her walls relaxing and expanding.

Smaug pulled his fingers out and brought them to his face. Her pheromones alone were painfully drawing him in, the smell of her on his fingers made him wild. Staring back at her, Smaug put his fingers into his mouth, shocking her with the demonstration. He laved his tongue all around them, wiping off every bit of her nectar, only pulling out once he was satisfied.

"I'd say you're wet now, yes?"

Myrena could only nod.

Smaug smirked and knelt down, prying her lips open with his own as he kissed her. Myrena shook her head trying to escape from tasting herself, but he grasped her jaw tight, holding her in place as he delved his tongue into her mouth. Soon the kisses placated her and distracted her enough for him to line himself against her, and he pushed in. Myrena threw her head back, her hips lifting off the bed, pressing up into him as she let out an Ah!

Smaug pulled back, then pushed in going further this time. The next time he did it, he hit a wall of tight skin and Myrena instantly closed her legs, groaning in fear. Smaug chided her and kissed her neck. He cupped her left thigh just above the knee and lifted her leg up around his wait, opening her wider.

He thrust in again, rubbing against the starry spot and she couldn't hold in her moan. He pushed further, head pressing against the barrier. Myrena whimpered in pain and fear, but Smaug brought his other hand to the back of her neck, pulling her up for a deep kiss. He battled her tongue, keeping her engaged so she wouldn't notice too much as he snapped his hips, tearing past her wall.

She noticed.

Myrena cried, digging her nails in his back, pulling him close and holding him still.

"Stop! St... please, stop." She cried.

Smaug let her have her moment and nuzzled her neck instead. As he grew impatient, he bit her neck, without his fangs, then laved his tongue over it. The pain had suddenly diverted to her neck, and Myrena noticed how he caressed after he hurt her.

Understanding, Myrena brought her other leg over his waist as well, locking her ankles over his hips. She fisted his hair and pulled him to face her, his eyes serpent-like from having smelt her blood. Smaug locked eyes with her and watched her give him a slow smile.

"Be gentle the first time, or you'll never have me again." She set her conditions and Smaug was all the happy to finally get started.

He was amused by her useless threat but adhered nonetheless. He started with a regular pace, but went deeper and faster the more she cried his name. Myrena was in too much bliss to care how hard he went.

Or how long, for that matter.

Smaug's dragon nature was equipped with a long lasting vigor, and he went as long as he could go. Myrena lost count of how many times she'd gushed around him. In all that time, he hadn't forgotten about her pleasure, teasing her with passionate kisses and encouraging her with deep moans when she dug her nails into his back.

He paid attention to her whole body, pulling on her back or adjusting her thighs to keep her up to pace with him. And Myrena certainly was not a passive lover. It was a long while since they'd begun that she noticed his thrusts getting tighter and slower, and he roughly kissed her mouth as his own fluids spilled within her, taking their time to empty out.

Smaug's strength left him and he slowly lowered himself on his mate that lay under him. Myrena slipped her hands down to his chest and smiled as she kissed him, then pushed him over to the side. Smaug didn't resist much.

She lifted the leg from across his waist, releasing his shaft from her own groin, but only low enough to tangle her leg between his. She didn't care much for the sweat and musk that covered them both, and instead happily snuggled under his arm and fell asleep.

The dragon's bride.