What Did You Do Last Night, Pt. 04

Author's Note: I am sorry to all my readers and followers that this took so long to get finished. I would blame life and my day job, and while these are factors, I've been a bit scattered for some time with my writing projects. I am recdoubling my efforts to keep focused and keep to a better writing schedule so that these delays are no longer encountered. That being said, enjoy the conclusion to "What Did You Do Last Night."

"I could just track her phone."

Amahle, Ardat, and Idlu all stared at him. Ben smiled. While the morning's various activities and his hangover had left his thoughts muddled for the most part, he was finally thinking a bit more clearly. He looked over the three of them, now all back in their human forms, before speaking again. "I could just track her phone. I work in computer security. I have tools to track signals and geolocation data even when devices are turned off."

Amahle started smiling again, gods her smile looked beautiful under the dark skin of her high cheekbones. "You can really do that?"

Ben's grin grew wider. "Yes, I can. This is the type of thing I do for a living. Well, I should do it for a living, but mostly I'm yelling at people for clicking malicious links in messages and telling them not to use 'password' as their password."

Ben pulled out his own phone and opened an application. Handing it to Amahle, he said, "Here, just type her number into the search box and I'll see what I can find."

Amahle took his phone, typed in the number, and handed it back to Ben. After typing a few commands in, he looked back up at her.

"Okay, this number connected to the networks just off Bluegrass Parkway, which is right by the hotel we thought she was at. Then there's a series of pings heading west across town. They drop off right after passing through the downtown area, so it's likely her phone was turned off at that point. When I isolate the traffic for just her carrier, I get a device idle ping at the Southern end of Riverport, where there's a bunch of old warehouses. This was two hours ago. There's another ping from the carrier network looking for her phone at the same location from just a few minutes ago."

"So does that mean we know where she is right now?" Amahle's eyes were boring into him as she asked the question.

"Well no, we know the general location of her phone to within a few blocks. If her phone was on, I could get the location to within a few feet, but with it off, I just get the closest signal gate that could ping the device. Since towers for signal gates are positioned every few blocks, that gives us the general area of town she's in." Ben smiled, happy that he could do something to help.

Amahle looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "I still don't understand how the phone connects if it's turned off. But these devices are still so new. Maybe that's why I don't understand it."

Ben replied, "We've been using the same basic mobile phone technology for over a century, even if it stalled after the 9th generation. But the concept is simple: when you turn off your phone, it's not actually off. A few functions, like location service for 'find my phone' functionality, are still active. If you have the right type of signal tracking applications, you can take advantage of that. Anyway, let's go find Kiri since we know what area she's in. Once we get closer, I may be able to get a more exact location."

"A century isn't that long when you're 3500 years old," Amahle muttered under her breath. She grabbed Ben, and they headed out of the shop. Ardat and Idlu both approached them and kissed them on the way through the door. Ben felt his body responding to both of them, but it was not the time to explore those feelings. They had a young dragon to rescue.

*************

Kiri kept her hands transformed into claws. While it was difficult to keep a hybrid form between human and dragon, keeping at least her claws available was worth the concentration it took. She had to retract the talons on her feet as they made too much noise against the tile floor.

She passed multiple rooms that had been converted into cells like hers. There was a goblin woman in one, but Kiri was unable to open her cell. She didn't even notice Kiri looking in at her; she just sat naked on her cot, not moving. While that was the only occupied cell Kiri found, the entire floor seemed filled with other empty cells. A group of bigoted assholes shouldn't have facilities like this. Someone had to be backing them.

Kiri let out her breath as quietly as she could. The internal warmth of her dragon fire was keeping the worst of the chill off, but her naked human form was voicing its displeasure at the temperature in the building. The corridor ended in a T-intersection and she could hear some people moving around. Behind, there was just the single straight corridor she had been walking down. There was nowhere to hide unless she could get one of the doors open and, except for the cell she came out of, all of them were locked.

She turned the corner, moving towards the noise. Two of the people who had kidnapped her were sitting at a small table, drinking what smelled like badly burned coffee. While they didn't seem to have weapons, she could see they had dermal plating. The resistance her claws felt as she tried to tear into the first one of them told her as much. Using her slightly greater speed, she tried to get behind the man she just attacked, putting his body between her and the other man. She reached lower with her claws, trying to find softer, unarmored skin.

Once she reached his pelvis, there it was: unarmored flesh. Kiri sank her claws in, trying to do as much damage to his body as she could. She wanted this asshole to bleed out as fast as possible. She twisted her claws around inside him, then pulled them back out forcefully. Blood sprayed out as pieces of his manhood hit the floor, torn free from the rest of his body.

Using her other hand, she tried to hold the bleeding man between herself and his uninjured companion. The uninjured man pulled out a knife and began stepping sideways, trying to circle around her. She pivoted as he moved, trying to prevent him from reaching her. Clawdancers like her mother were trained for this sort of thing, the martial artists of the dragon world. While Kiri was still fairly new to clawdancer training, this was a lesson she had already learned; to use any and all objects to get any advantage she could, even if that object was the bleeding body of a dying man. She pushed the body towards the knife holder as hard as she could, stepping forward and towards her right, away from the knife as she did so.

As a dragon, she was slightly faster than a human, even when in her human form, but cybernetic implants often closed that gap. As she stepped, Kiri felt a burning pain in her left side. She felt the blood ooze out of her side. The cut wasn't deep, but it was bad enough. She focused her attention back on the knife wielder. Kiri stepped back to give herself some space and concentrated on the divine draconic power within her. Raising a hand, she unleashed a bolt of pure, divine magical energy at her opponent. The blazing energy hit him squarely between the eyes and coursed through his body. Arcs of electricity jumped from his flesh as the magic ran through his body, short circuiting various implants. The man dropped to the floor, groaning.

Both men were now down, even if they weren't dead yet. One bleeding his life away rapidly and the other lost in pain.

"My grandfather was a GOD! His power runs through me. Fuck you, assholes." Kiri spit on the body of the man closest to her, the one bleeding from his destroyed crotch.

Kiri felt her side, and her hand came away covered in her own steaming blood. She could either use one of her limited spells to heal, or she could try to hold it in reserve and instead use an offensive spell to fight her way out of this place. She needed her phone so she could contact her mother or aunt. Looking around the room, there was nothing but a small table, two chairs, and a small stand with a coffee pot and some disposable cups. The walls were bare and there were no cabinets or drawers of any kind.

A wave of dizziness hit her, and she decided the healing spell was worth it. The divine blast was a simple cantrip, a practice spell, but healing? That was a full spell, and even as a dragon, she was limited in how many she could cast in a day. Releasing a long breath, Kiri sank to the floor between the now silent bodies and tried to focus her mind again.

Long slow breath in, long slow breath out, feel the magic around you, the animating force that flows through all things. Feel it pulling into your body, and pooling there. Once Kiri felt she had focused enough power, she placed her hand on her side, calling the name of her divine grandfather, "Kirimu." She implored his spirit to help the magic take shape. Sharp pains surged through her body as her flesh knit back together. She would make these men pay for what they had done to her. She was a dragon, her grandfather had been worshipped as a god. So what if she was only a recent adult?

Kiri shook her head. This was why her mother always called her Kiri Enomsindo, angry Kiri. She was alone, naked, and surrounded by men who wanted to kill her and harvest her for parts. Haughty anger was going to get her killed. Her Aunt Amahle was always telling her she needed to tone down her anger and pride among the humans. She looked at her hand, covered in her own blood. She needed to be clearheaded about this. There's no way someone didn't hear the fight with the two men. They would come looking. She started going through the pockets of the dead men. There was nothing to be found.

The room she was in had no exit other than the doorway she had come in through. The short hallway beyond it was empty, save for the turn to the long hallway with the cells, and a closed door directly opposite the room she was standing in. The closed door seemed to be her only option. Kiri took a deep breath to steady herself. The doorway she faced had a simple push handle without a lock. She attempted to push the door open slowly, but the hinges squealed and the door itself made a loud scraping noise against the concrete floor. She hurried through into the room, which had metal stairs against one wall and a short passage past the stairs to a large trash bin.

"Jesus fuck, I hate that door. Jayce, go see what those assholes are doing."

It was the voice of the group's leader. Kiri hurried past the stairs to crouch behind the trash bin. As she got behind it, she saw her purse sitting in the bin on top of the other refuse. She grabbed it, then crouched down behind the bin, hoping she could remain unnoticed. Her phone was in her purse, with the screen cracked. She hit the power button, hoping it would turn on, and was rewarded with the brief flash of the startup screen before she heard boots on the stairs above her. Hurriedly, she shoved the device back into her purse.

It was only a matter of a second before she heard the steps go from the metal stairs to the concrete floor. It was now or never. There had been six in the group; fighting the remaining three all at once was not something she could manage. She had to act now while this one, Jayce, was alone. She stood from behind the trash bin, trying to focus the energy of her internal fire into a magical attack. Phantom claws ripped into the back of the man who had just descended the stairs. The cloth of his jacket tore apart from the attack, revealing the metal plating grafted into his skin, and thankfully, streams of blood pouring from fresh wounds.

"Fuck!" He spun around, gun in hand. Pain blossomed in her chest; burning, searing pain, the air gone from her lungs as she struggled to take a breath. Dark spots swam across her vision as her entire universe collapsed into pure pain. Through some miracle of adrenaline, her vision cleared, and she could move. She leaped past the trash bin, knocking it over, claws outstretched to tear into the man in front of her. The soft flesh of an armpit and the side of his neck yielded to her attack. She didn't stop moving, pushing past the man and running back into the long hallway with the cells. Kiri willed her legs to move as quickly as her injured form would allow. The door to the outside was her only focus.

There were shouts from behind her between the ringing of gunshots. Her foot slipped, sending her down onto the hard floor, causing another surge of pain from her injuries and the fall. Kiri pulled herself up to keep running. The door before her, now swinging, shot away from its hinges. Raising a hand, she released a bolt of divine energy. The door was now blown wide open. She ran through it with all her strength, the pain of her injuries threatening to overtake her all the while.

*************

"I have a signal!" Ben shouted. "Take the next right. The signal is from the last building on the left on that road."

Amahle switched off the autonav of the car to follow Ben's directions. She floored the vehicle's accelerator as soon as she made the turn. Within seconds they turned into the lot, where an unmarked panel van sat in front of a two-story block and corrugated metal building. Screeching the autocar to a halt, Ben jumped out as soon as the vehicle stopped. He watched the building's door blossom with holes in front of him, dropping to the ground to avoid the gunfire. As he watched, the door came loose, followed by a naked female form bursting forth in a run and falling to the pavement. He crawled towards her on his elbows and knees, conscious of the reports of gunshots echoing around him.

A haunting song somehow heard above the gunshots filled the air. Looking up, he saw Amahle, red hair flying in all directions from a non-existent wind, arms outstretched towards the doorway, her body glowing with eldritch energy. And then silence. No gunshots, no song, just the silence of early evening. He ran to the fallen woman. There were the long braids of the young woman he had seen last night. Her body was covered in blood. His stomach lurched as he looked at her, a gaping wound in her back where a bullet had exited.

"They're dead now. Kiri will not be joining them." Amahle was standing beside him. She knelt and touched the wound in Kiri's back, her hand glowing with a golden light. Ben watched as Kiri's flesh knit back together, and her ragged gasping breaths calmed.

"What is happening?"

Amahle looked up at him briefly. "I'm healing her. She was badly injured, almost dead. Our human forms are no more resilient than any other human body."

Amahle stood back up as Kiri groaned. Pushing herself up from the ground slowly, Kiri looked around.

"Auntie?! H-h-how did you find me?" Her voice quivered as she spoke, and she wobbled unsteadily on her feet.

"Ben traced your phone. I'm guessing that it's somewhere inside the building."

Kiri nodded, looking very sheepish and uncertain, as she stood naked before her aunt. Ben tried to keep his focus on Amahle, as he handed the younger dragon woman his jacket. "Here."

Kiri accepted the jacket from him, and quickly put it on, though it barely covered her.

"I saw a goblin woman locked in one of the cells inside. There were six men that captured me. One was a mage. I killed three or four of them. There were still two of the mercenaries and the mage when I ran. Auntie, I'm so sorry..." Kiri broke down into sobs as she embraced her aunt.

Amahle led her niece to the car as Ben stood there. There was at least one more person to rescue, and there was no way of knowing how many more men were in the building. He was not built for this. He was an office computer jockey. Ben looked into the building Kiri had come out of. Two bodies lay still and motionless in the long corridor that had been behind the destroyed door. Numeric keypads lined the walls beside the doors, going down the length of the hallway. Those were at least something he could deal with easily. He turned on his phone's near field communication and opened his passcode testing/breaking application.

He shouted back towards the car where Amahle and Kiri were talking quietly, "Amahle, Kiri said there was a goblin woman locked in here as well. I'm going to go through and get anyone locked up out of there."

He walked into the building and put his phone against the first code lock he found and hit the button on his breaker application. Within seconds, the lock chirped, and the door swung open on an empty cell.

"Ben, wait." Amahle's voice carried over to him as he started on the next door. Another chirp, another empty cell. He felt a hand on his shoulder and as he turned, Amahle was standing beside him, her red hair shining under the LED lighting of the corridor.

"We don't know if there are anymore enemies to deal with. I'm coming with you."

Ben just nodded as he proceeded to the next locked door. On and on, down the corridor, he opened every cell. Finally he came to the cell with the goblin woman inside.

As the door swung open, she screamed, "I'll fucking kill you if you touch me again!"

She was standing in the middle of the cell, holding an improvised blade in her hand. Ben held up his hands, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. Amahle quickly stepped forward into the cell with her. "We came here to rescue my niece. We're happy to help you get away from here as well."

The woman was short, as all goblins were, about half the height of a human woman, and very curvy. She shifted back slightly, still holding the shiv in front of her. "Where are those fucking assholes?"

Amahle kept her voice calm as she spoke. "As far as we've seen, dead. I killed some. I think my niece killed a few others."

"That explains the screaming and the gunshots. Who are you, and why should I trust you?" The goblin woman lowered her hand with the shiv, but still held herself defensively.

"We're not here to hurt anyone besides the hateful bastards who kidnapped my niece. She told us you were in here, so we're looking for anyone that's been captured to release them. I'm Amahle Ukuphuma Kwelanga, and this man," she motioned towards Ben, "is my consort, Ben."

Ben blinked. Consort? He and Amahle really needed to talk. While he could easily see himself being with this woman for a long time, they had not even known each other for an entire day yet.

The goblin woman seemed to relax a bit. "I'm Jemma."

Amahle smiled. "Do you need any healing?"

Jemma winced, and her free hand briefly went to her lower abdomen. "No, not healing. Just hand me a weapon, and if there are any of those fucks left alive, I want to kill them myself."

Amahle and Ben both stepped to the side to allow Jemma to leave her cell. The goblin looked up and down the hallway before heading straight to one of the bodies laying on the floor. She quickly picked up a small pistol the man had been carrying. She checked it over and then looked at the far end of the corridor.

"That was Kyle, their mage. The one dead beside him with the rifle was Kenneth, their supposed leader." Jemma took a second to spit on both of their dead bodies. "They've had me here for almost 70 days, as far as I could track. I was their stress relief." The words came out of her, dripping with venom and hatred. She immediately turned and trotted off towards the end of the corridor.

Ben and Amahle followed. They looked into the small room where two more bodies lay dead on the ground beside an upturned table and spilled cups of coffee. Jemma squatted over one of the two bodies, relieving herself on it. Ben turned away and saw at the other end of the small corridor was a metal staircase leading to a second floor.

"This is Kiri's purse," Amahle said from behind him. He continued walking up the short stairway until he found himself in what appeared to be a server and meeting room. Stacks of processing flats lined the walls, with a few scattered desks and a large table placed in the center of the room.

"Amahle, you said that Ardat and Idlu knew the archmage?"

"Yes, those two know me." A man's voice sounded from behind him.

Turning, Ben saw a man in a long black coat with long hair and an extended goatee, holding what looked like a badly cut bo staff made of a light colored wood and covered in carved symbols. A small feathered lizard creature was perched on his shoulder.

"Will!" Amahle ran up to the man, immediately pulling him into a hug.

"Okwaho has gotten so big since the last time I saw him!"

The small lizard creature let out a tiny puff of flame and smoke. Amahle looked at the creature. "You're only named 'wolf'. You don't need to act like you're a big predator yet."

The creature bristled its feathers at her before lowering its head and peeking furtively around the room they were in.

Ben shook his head, his own long hair falling in front of his eyes. Addressing the man, he asked, "You're the archmage?"

The man walked up to Ben, extending his hand in greeting. "I'm Will Parker." He gestured to the creature. "This is Okwaho, one of the few remaining dragons of North America."

The creature huffed a small cloud of smoke, and a few sparks jumped from its skin.

"Well, I'm sorry, Northern Abya Yala is not commonly used terminology yet," the mage addressed the baby dragon. At least Ben assumed it was a baby, as the creature was not quite the size of a small cat.

Turning to face Amahle, Will continued, "Ardat called me and explained what happened to your niece. I came as soon as I could. Unfortunately, the girls and Kieran are away on other business."

He looked at Ben. "Given the appearance of this room, I think I'm in need of a computer specialist and mine is unavailable right now. Ardat mentioned you might have some skill in that area."

"You two could be brothers," Amahle blurted out.

Will and Ben turned to look at her.

"What, you both have long hair, with loose curls, beards, you're both about the same height, the same general build. You're both kind of pale, and you both even walk with a limp in your left leg," she stated matter-of-factly.

Will and Ben looked at each other. There was no denying they shared a great deal of physical similarities.

They both turned and spoke simultaneously, "No relation."

This got all three laughing for a moment until Jemma joined them.

"Who is this fuck?"

Ben took a breath, then answered, "We have been joined by the Archmage of Abya Yala, Will Parker."

Jemma lowered the pistol she had been pointing at Will. "Is that a baby dragon?"

The dragon left Will's shoulder to land on the floor by Jemma and rub its face against the side of her leg.

Will chuckled. "He seems to like you. You likely remind him of my partner, Inx. She likes to spoil him with treats."

Turning back to Ben, he said, "These servers imply this is a fairly large operation, and I could use some help in getting the information from them. I would be willing to pay you for your services."

Ben grinned. "We definitely might be able to come to an agreement then."

Will handed Ben a business card. "Call me tomorrow. Right now I suggest we leave and get everyone home."

*************

Ben sat back on Amahle's deeply cushioned sofa and sipped on an ice cold beer.

"So why did you call me your consort the other day?"

Amahle snuggled closer on the sofa, her head on his shoulder. "I like you, I like you a lot, and I would like for this to last awhile, if you're willing."

Ben took another sip of beer and squeezed Amahle with the arm he had wrapped around her. "Why wouldn't I be willing? You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, even as a dragon."

Amahle's hand brushed along his thigh, starting from just behind his knee and heading higher. "We've known each other for a week. I dragged you into a dangerous situation, trying to rescue Kiri on our first day together. You could have been killed. I would understand if you wanted to go back to your safe life."

Ben turned and kissed the top of her head. "I was miserable in my safe life. Being with you has just been amazing, even if I was getting shot at, at one point. Plus, thanks to that incident, I have an even better job than I did before. Telling people I work for the Archmage is more impressive than I thought it would be."

Amahle began undoing his belt. "Would you like me to make things even more amazing?"

Ben set his beer down on the end table beside the sofa and turned to face her. He pulled her in for a deep kiss before speaking. "Every moment with you is amazing and I want to enjoy as many of them as possible."

Amahle looked down slightly as he said that. "Well, there is a ritual. So the Archmage, Will. His life is bonded with that of his dragon. As long as Okwaho lives, Will will live and only age at the same rate as Okwaho. If you want, I could do that same ritual for us. You don't have to decide now. I've been alone with just my sister Amandla a long time, and I already feel like there's a connection with us. I could see myself with you for a long time, Ben. But still we just met recently, so let's have this conversation another time. Right now, I just want to be with you again."

Ben pulled her close again for another deep kiss, grabbing her shirt and pulling it off of her. He broke their kiss to pull it over her head, revealing her full breasts. He gently grabbed them and brought his mouth to them, taking turns kissing each one. Ben covered each square inch of the flesh of her breasts with small kisses before squeezing them together so he could pull both of her nipples into his mouth at once to suck on. He let his tongue explore her areolas and lips explore the rest of her soft mounds.

Amahle pushed him back into the deeply cushioned sofa, standing up as she did so. "Clothes off."

Ben quickly removed his pants and boxers before pulling his own shirt off over his head. As he removed the shirt, he felt Amahle's forked tongue stroking the length of his shaft. Her hands pressed him into the sofa cushions by his thighs as her tongue licked up and down along his member. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation as he reached down to stroke her hair and face as she pulled him into her warm mouth. He felt her claw-like nails digging into his legs as she forced more of his length into the mouth of her human form until he felt her lips at the base of his shaft and the press of her throat against the head. A happy groan escaped him as he gave himself over to the sensations of her attentions.

She bobbed her head along his length, sucking and licking all the while. She kneaded his thighs while she sucked him, and more than once, he felt the tickle of her forked tongue against his balls. Ben couldn't control his moaning as the sensations of pleasure built. Pleasure, pressure; he felt the sensations build in his body as he neared a point of no return.

"I'm about to..."

She pushed him entirely into her mouth as he spoke, and he felt himself release into her, followed by the sounds of her swallowing. He groaned again as she released him, licking the last of his cum from the corners of her mouth.

"Now, follow me and I have even more of a treat for you."

He let her lead him from the room and followed her down a stairwell to a large, clean, lightly furnished basement. Watching her peach shaped bottom as she walked already had him stiff again. She stopped him at the bottom of the short stairwell.

"Stay right here as I transform."

Her body morphed and shifted, growing larger and filling the area as the dark scales of her draconic form erupted over her skin. Fully transformed, she turned so her tail was facing him. Moving her tail aside, she exposed her tight hole. Amahle reached her long, sinuous neck around to look directly at him. "Fuck my asshole in this form." Her voice was more of a growl now.

Ben hesitated. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, fuck me now." There was no denying the urgency in her voice. "The lube we picked up is on the table by the stairs."

Ben turned around and saw the small bottle of lube. He coated his manhood and brought the bottle over to where Amahle sat facing away from him. There was a gap in her scales below the base of her tail, with two openings. Thinking her asshole would be the smaller of the two, he poured a bit of lube on it and began using his fingers to work it into her tight hole.

A rumbling purr came from her as he focused his attention on opening her up. "Yes, just like that. Now stick it in me, please."

The size difference in their bodies meant his regular standing height put him in the correct position. He pressed his stiffened member against her and pushed gently. Slowly, her ring gave way, allowing him inside. He began moving in and out slowly, forcing himself just a little deeper each time. More rumbling purrs came from Amahle as he finally entered her with his full length.

"Yes... good, don't be gentle."

He started slowly, almost fully exiting, then pushing back in with his full length each time. Despite the tightness, the lube allowed for easy movement and he increased his pace as Amahle requested. Faster and faster, relentlessly pistoning into her, spurred on by her increasing purrs and yelps of pleasure. He felt himself growing closer and closer to his own climax. The volume of Amahle's rumbling purrs increased until it was almost deafening. Finally, with a small burst of smoke and flame, she cried out, "Yes, yes, gods, yes!"

She craned her neck around to look at him with her blazing red reptilian eyes. "Now, let me show you something. Fuck my pussy, now, while I'm in this form."

Ben exited her ass and entered her lower hole. As he slid inside her, he felt her muscles clench down on him more strongly than anything he ever felt before. Just the pressure alone almost put him over the edge. He felt the now familiar tingle of magic running through his body. His vision swam briefly as he felt himself getting even harder and stiffer.

"Keep still and let me show you what I can do."

The feel of her clenched muscles traveled along his length from base to tip, squeezing, pulling, milking the length of his shaft. Ben felt his legs wobble as Amahle held him there with just the strength of her sex. Ben closed his eyes again, just falling into the feeling of what her muscles were doing to him. The pleasure and pressure in his balls built again as he came closer and closer to the edge. Every time he felt he was at the point of no return, the squeezing backed off just enough to hold off the final release. After what could have been anything from minutes to hours, Ben felt all her muscles contract at once along his length. His body pumped out cum like never before. Again came the pulling, milking sensation, as Amahle milked every drop of his seed from him, until Ben felt completely spent.

"I told you that you were going to enjoy this." Even with her fully draconic features, Ben could hear the smile in her voice. He felt her finally release him and his legs collapse as she did so. The warmth of her scaled tail wrapped around him as she used it to bring him beside her.

Finding his voice, he said, "that was amazing."

He felt her body vibrating with the gentle rumbling purrs as she laid him down against her. "Do you want this again sometime?"

Ben turned to look into the depths of her eyes. "Yes, absolutely. I love you."

She wrapped him tight against her side with her tail and nuzzled his chest with her cheek. "I love you too."

Postscript: I would like to thank my editor, Djmac1031 and my beta reader Nchanta, for their efforts in helping me make this the best story I could. I want to thank you, my readers and followers for coming along with me on this short journey. I welcome your stars and comments, as always. See you all again with the next story.