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wings caught fire. His legs joined into a block-long oxblood-red tail that
whipped out behind him with a crack like thunder. He pulled his neck back like
a fighting cock about to strike. His neck elongated. He opened a mouth full of
foot-long fangs, flared the crimson ruff around his neck to its fullest, and
screamed a long, angry blast of fire at her.
    But Jewel reacted as if he were a dark red mirror. Her own
ruff flared, white as mink, sparkling as the sun on water. Her own long sinewy
body uncoiled.
    His flame licked her like jalapeño bath oil.
    Oh, lord. That felt good.
    Against her will she felt that old heat, that zing, that
shimmy-shimmy-coco-pop undercarriage goodness.
    He’d done it to her again.
    As he sent another gout of flame at her, she darted straight
through it and bodyslammed him, wrapping him with her tail, boa-constrictor
style. He wrapped her in turn, sending pulses of raw desire through her
straining muscles.
    I know what I want, she panted. God, this was exciting. Like riding a green horse. Like
mountain-biking down a switchback. Like wrestling. She exulted in the feel of
body on body.
    Their tails tangled, knotted, tightened on one another, and
their scaled bodies lengthened, twisting this way and that, striking sparks as
they slid against one another.
    She wanted him so much she was dizzy with it.
    Furious with lust, she opened her jaws as far as they could
go, then farther, calling up the fire in her belly. His throat came in view.
With a roar of white-hot flame, she chomped down, shutting her eyes and pulling
him to her with her claws, grappling with his thrashing, glowing body, tasting
him, feeling his muscles move in her jaws.
    When she opened her eyes she saw the impossible.
    He clung to her face-to-face, his dragon’s eyes dark as old
lava.
    He opened his mouth wide. Wider. His fangs were the height
of tall buildings. Wider still.
    The impossible happened every night, in demonspace.
    His dragon-dick found her opening and slid home, and she
squeezed around him a if she would never let go. I love this.
    Down inside his throat, she saw the heart of his volcano.
    All right. Let’s do
it, she thought, and she dove into the fire. Her wings expanded. Her tail
thrashed, knocking against his gullet. He swallowed her down, down into the
spiralling sparks, even as she swallowed him into her burning center.
    They reached the magma core at the same moment.
    The fireball blew them into a million tiny pieces.
    o0o
    Jewel found herself lying in bed, tangled with two hundred
pounds of sex demon. Her body sang like a comet tail, all sparks inside, sooty,
sweaty, stinky, satisfied. Randy’s naked body was curled around hers. She
sighed.
    With one hand she ruffled his hair. “You’re a pain in the
ass, but you are so good at that.”
    “I know,” he said, his breath cool on her shoulder. “And yet
it angers you. I don’t, er, ‘get it.’”
    “I know, buddy, I know.”
    Now she saw soot on the ceiling, walls, closet door,
venetian blinds, rug. “Time to get up. Gotta go to work.”
    Randy looked at the soot all over the room. “My powers
increase while I am with you.”
    “Yeah. My cleaning bill increases. Unless you care to spend
the day washing and repainting this place. You understand what I was saying in
there — out there — wherever we were? I don’t want you scaring me for the hell
of it. It’s rude.”
    He smiled, sooty and naked, looking unfairly adorable. “Sex
is rude.”
    “It can be. But can we please try something else?”
    He blinked. “Very well. But I don’t see—”
    In the living room, her cell phone rang. She crawled out of
bed and went to answer it. “Heiss.”
    “I’m in,” Clay’s voice said. “Be here this afternoon
sometime. I’m a well-known criminal, insinuating myself into an innocent
antique collector’s home so I can burgle the joint or something. Think you can
remember that?”
    “What do you mean, you’re in?” This was what came of Ed
hiring a