Scales pressed flush against the walls of chilled stone, hissing with blossoming clouds steam. Khianine was no stranger to the fever that pooled inside of her large, reptilian body. She was in heat, it was a simple fact. In her thousands of years of life, she had grown quite familiar with navigating this particular time of year on her own. With dragons being the dwindling species that they were, she didn't seem to have much of a choice.
She found that the quickest way to ease the warmth that thrummed just below her skin was to utilize the frigid conditions of her mountainous domain. The mountain cave in which she built her nest was merely a small cavern in an expansive network that connected all the way to its base. Khianine lived in the very center, most of the time. It kept her insulated and warm at all other times of the year, but when her heat struck she made her way farther up. There, the glacial, unending winds kept the rock just the right temperature for her needs.
Of course, she could always masturbate. The simple act of achieving orgasm would stop the sweltering discomfort in her body entirely, but only for a few hours before it came back even more intense than before. It was more convenient to settle against the cold floor of her home and watch the powdered snow dance along the howling winds outside. And that's precisely how she spent the first few days of her heat. It was on the fourth day that something strange occurred.
A human, bundled in countless layers and a puffy red jacket, clambered into her cave and collapsed almost instantly. His labored breathing and chattering teeth lead her to believe that he had been caught in the raging blizzard for a while. The human had yet to notice her presence, tucked away in the shadows.
It had been centuries since Khianine had seen a human. As it seemed, they were just as small and pathetic as they were the last time one had crossed her path. Even so, she held no explicit distaste towards them. She simply waited and watched the small trespasser, well overdue for some entertainment if nothing else.
The human laid on his back for quite a while, desperately trying to catch his breath. The sting in his lungs was audible with every wheeze. Sheltered from the wind, his shivering became a bit more manageable. When some of his strength seemed to return to him, he sat up and eased the pack from his shoulders with a relieved sigh. Slowly, he rose to his feet, stretching his limbs and flexing his joints as if unsure that he was still fully intact. Seemingly satisfied with the function of his body, his sunglasses and hood were removed. When he turned around to study the cave, a reddened face of rugged features was revealed.
It didn't take very long for the expression of fear to find its way on the human's face. Khianine resisted the urge to roll her eyes when the frightened scream tore from the human's throat. He stumbled backward until he was just barely in the mouth of the cave. Snow caught on his clothes and his skin only grew more red. There was clearly nowhere for him to go, and so he stilled where he was. Feet planted firmly, ready to run into certain death at the smallest movement she made.
Khianine was perfectly content to leave the human where he was, but his shuddering became a nuisance after a while. Reluctantly, she stood and crept toward the human. While her movements were meant to come across as unthreatening as possible, she could easily understand that it may seem like she was readying to pounce. She didn't blame the human for diving into the blustering winds as she approached, but it was an undeniably stupid move. He turned and made it a few paces into the blizzard before the dragoness took hold of the hood of his jacket in her maw.
Scruffed like a disobedient puppy, the human squirmed helplessly in her hold as she returned to the safe confines of her cave. She laid down in the same place she was just minutes prior, curling into herself. Khianine released the human into the curve of her body, her large tail wrapping under her chin and effectively deterring him from immediately running away. She fanned one her vast, webbed wings out, blanketing the human entirely. Whether or not he stayed there was a problem for later, she was quite ready for a nap. At the very least, he would be warm.
The human, certain he was going to die mere moments ago, was now deeply confused. He was terrified, he knew that much, but his body didn't seem to understand. Tucked against this strange beast, his heart no longer raced and the instinct to run seemed to have drained from his body. It radiated an intense heat that almost seemed to make him feel at ease. He removed his gloves and reached out a cautious hand, placing it flat against one of the large scales that plated its back. The muscle below it briefly tensed and then relaxed against his touch. It was sleek in texture but so hot to the touch that his hand almost drew back on instinct.
His mind grew hazy the longer he listened to the deep, rhythmic breathing of the creature. It could clearly kill him if it wanted to, yet he was still very much alive. The human decided that it was much more desirable to be alive and trapped in the warm clutches of a mysterious beast than to go back to being lost in a storm that would definitely end his life in mere minutes. He found himself growing drowsy, soon falling asleep with his body propped against the monster that saved his life.
Hours later, Khianine woke to a familiar ache in the pit of her belly. A wave of white-hot desire crashed over her and she inhaled deeply in an attempt to soothe herself. In doing so, she caught the scent that triggered the circumstances of her body. It was arousal, and not her own.
