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took about thirty-six hours to recede.
    He shifted and vainly attempted to adjust
his coiled cock. The coils were necessary because female dragons -
at least the ones Theo had read about - apparently possessed a
D-spot, rather than a G-spot. And it was located around a rather
awkward S-bend in their reproductive system. To obtain maximum
stimulation, the dragon male had to penetrate the female in a move
somewhat resembling a plumber clearing a clog from an ancient set
of pipes. It worked, more often than not, but just to be on the
safe side, nature had also equipped female dragons with a clit that
protruded at least a foot from their pussies, thus ensuring that
there was absolutely no way it would escape the attention of the
male during mating. Most female dragons were most appreciative of
nature’s gesture.
    With a mutter and a mumble, Theo curled
himself up awkwardly and decided to sleep off his arousal. If
baseball had been invented, he could have spent some time
considering the stats of the latest pinch hitter, but unfortunately
the game was one of those things that hadn’t quite come to pass at
this point in time. Aroused and unsatisfied males of pretty much
all species had to make do with thoughts of jousting, sharp lances,
clashing swords, sweaty bodies colliding and tumbling to the
turf...it was easy to see why baseball was invented. Jousting just
didn’t do it as well as a whole series of pop flies over the
baseline.
    It certainly didn’t work for Theo. Oh, he slept - dragons can fall asleep at the drop of a helmet - but it wasn’t restful nor relaxing.
    Instead, he dreamed. A personal, private,
very Theo-type dream. And one which, of course, will be shared with
you, dear reader, since you’re probably on tenterhooks waiting to
hear all about the sordid things that go on in a
human-slash-dragon’s brain when he’s fast developing a serious case
of absolutely and completely unrequited sexual desire for his
beautiful princess. Let’s face it, you don’t get to read about
things like that in an ordinary fairy tale, do you?
     
     
     

Chapter Three
    The drawbacks of lusty dragon dreams

    As Theo slid uncomfortably into his dream,
we can probably smooth out a couple of rough plot points if we try
to remember that inside he was still thinking the thoughts and
feeling the emotions of a human male. He’d been a dragon long
enough that such notions didn’t occupy his mind while he was
awake.
    Far from it - he was Dragon-to-the-Max when
conscious, complete with curling nostrils, gleaming horns and
nicely aligned fiery breathing techniques.
    But in his dreams he slipped, his control
weakening, his brain darting from one place to another - confused
by the images that flickered through it like a poorly synchronized
movie.
    One moment he was frying an evil threat to
the Kingdom - or a flock of geese that accidentally got in the way
- and the next he was adjusting his pants over a very masculine
hard-on and staring at several rather well endowed women as they
happily gathered up the pre-cooked dinner which had suddenly
dropped from the skies in front of them.
    He couldn’t make the mental connection
between the nicely roasted geese and the women grinning at
them.
    All he could do was stare at their breasts -
great undulating mounds of soft white flesh that threatened to pop
out from the poorly laced blouses in the best pornographic movie
style.
    He licked his dream lips and heaved a
shuddering breath, waiting for the inevitable peek at a dusky
nipple.
    “Ahem.” A voice sounded behind him.
    He spun around and there she was. Dream
Georgie .
    “I’d rather you looked at me that
way.” She raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips. Her naked hips.
    Theo felt his lips curve into a smile. “I’ll
look at you any way you want. Just stay naked, okay?”
    “For you, my dearest Theo, I’m always naked.
Always ready, always willing - there’s a slight problem with the able bit, but we can work around that,