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.
Lifting her wing, she found the human right where she left him. He was sleeping, but not exactly soundly. His face was flushed, feverishly so, and beads of sweat dotted his skin. He had shed his outermost layers, leaving him in athletic pants and a thermal shirt that was stretched tight against his body. He murmured in his sleep, his face pressing deeper into the smoother scales of her underbelly. Khianine chuckled softly, more fascinated than anything. It seemed that her pheromones were affecting him, something she didn't even know was possible. His sleeping consciousness was responding to her body's desire. Frankly, she found it cute.
When the human finally woke, he sat up slowly, a low groan easing from his chest as he discovered the state of his body. His face screwed in confusion, he barely even remembered the giant beast behind him. A gust of warm breath blew over him from above, and he looked up to see the creature watching him. He looked down, embarrassed. Something in its eyes made him feel like it wasn't just another animal looking at him. It knew what was happening, and he had nowhere to hide from that truth.
Khianine carefully collected the human in one of her talons, prompting a startled cry. Even afraid, her touch was making him feel unspeakable things. He didn't struggle in her grasp, instead standing as still as possible. Every sensation was at its peak, and he did his best to bite back a whimper with every miniscule movement that occurred. The dragoness set him down in front of her, he could barely stand upright. She left her paw next to him, and he absently clung to it for support.
He yelped when her large maw came before him. Her head was practically the same size as him. They held eye contact for a few minutes, somehow he just knew she was studying him. Her breath fanned over him, its warmth tickling his skin and driving him even further over the edge. Finally, she gingerly hooked a claw under his shirt and lifted.
"O-Okay... Yeah," He stuttered, quickly understanding what was being instructed of him. His shirt fell to the floor and the cold air immediately rose goosebumps on his newly exposed skin. His hands hovered at the waistband of his pants, nerves thrumming through his skin.
Khianine saw his hesitation and decided to take matters into her own hands. Well, claws. Just as she did with his shirt, she hooked a claw between the fabric and his skin. Only this time, she wasn't asking. She ripped his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He moaned and placed a hand against her nose to stabilize himself as his sensitive cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach. The poor thing was practically turning purple with how needy it was, drooling with pre-cum that spilled down his impressive length and pooled in his clothes below him.