Hi! This is part two in 'A Dragon's Gold'. It does contain homosexual sex, so if that's not your jam, please feel free to reread Scatha's tale or wait for part three. I hope you enjoy!
*****
The scent of masculine human flesh had permeated the caverns of Tharonos' home for hours now.
Tharonos grinned, lips peeling back over his long white teeth as steam escaped from his nostrils on a laugh. This was the longest any of the so-called dragon-hunters had evaded him in his own home.
It had been mildly irksome at first, but it had become a game of hide-and-seek that Tharonos knew he would win. He always won.
Only the weakest of dragons, the sickly, the elderly, and the hatchlings could be so easily dispatched. And Tharonos was none of those things. He was a dragon in his prime. His scales shone a deep silver and were caked with layers of coins and jewels in some places. His wings were capable of creating a tempest that could lay waste to a whole harbor of sailing vessels in only moments. His claws glittered like all the swords he kept beside his nest.
Tharonos sniffed the air and crouched, tail twitching in anticipation as he locked in on the human. The male was hiding behind one of the thick rock pillars that carried the weight of the roof of the cavern chambers.
With a coiling of muscles, Tharonos launched himself through the air and swiped his claws around the column.
In a blur of leather and armor, the human ducked and rolled, sliding down the piles of treasure.
Tharonos bounded after him, great claws kicking up coins, jewels, and other precious possessions.
Down, down the human rolled, before he came to a stop at the foot of a large statue of some pagan god.
"There are no good hiding places there!" Tharonos called, closing in.
The male's head whipped to the side and he leapt up, ceasing hold of the statue's headdress. He heaved himself up and drew his sword.
The sudden move caught Tharonos off guard. His claws caught on metal and stone, but his momentum carried him slightly farther than he desired.
In another quick move, the human had jumped from his perch. His armored body rolled down Tharonos' neck and back. A hot pain caused Tharonos to snarl in irritation.
The human's sword had snagged in his wing. The thin membrane stained with red. His blood hissed and steamed when it touched upon the cool treasures.
A new scent tickled Tharonos' nose. One he had only smelled seldom...In flying over villages at night and twice on the field of battle.
It was musky and made something in him coil.
Arousal.
The human was just as excited about this game as Tharonos was. Perhaps...
Tharonos heard the unmistakable clash of armor colliding with metal and jewels. There was a loud gust of breath and an even louder oath.
Tharonos peered over the edge of his nest, bemused.
The human male was attempting to scale his way out, knife between his teeth and hands slipping on treasure.
With another curse, he slid right back down the bottom. That was when he spotted Tharonos watching the spectacle.
The human waved his dagger in the air. "Get down here and fight me!"
