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A/N: Me and my best friend Kiowa (Who is Unable_To_Speak here) wrote this together while we looked at a Monster High doll. The dragon girl’s lines are mine. The vampire’s is Kiowa’s.

I walk along the pier, the nighttime moon shone against my scaled skin and my tight green dress.
I went into the club with hunter eyes. To search for a meal worth the burning within my belly.
And the burning within my lions.

Standing up atop the skyline, staring down upon the crowd, the bass is pounding in my still veins.
A metallic flash catches my gaze, a woman, or so she seems…the way she floats across the floor, so proud, so sure, and this creature is what shall sate my needs.
A quirk of the lips, fangs in place. There is a rumble of lust in the air.

I move like lava onto the dance floor as couples danced furiously to Tik Tok. Ugh.
Finally when What’s My Name played, I started to move to the words.
I feel my eyes roaming and I feel myself being watched.
I feel the heat inside me intensify.

Like a whisper, I am there. All around while only in one place. I am the air in the Artic. The cold chill down your back, the tingling numbness on your fingertips. That is me.
We are not touching, but the blazing heat coming from her body and the invisible icicles from mine are clashing like elements that should never have met…but they could not be avoided.
Even with no contact we were creating steam.

I finish dancing and I felt my skin touching cold air, even though the club was like a furnace.
I felt liquid heat from a pair of unseen eyes. It was a beautiful sensation.
I stand still and let the coolness seep into my scales for the very first time.
Like a lover touching me, our fires fuse as brush fire. I lick my fire-filled lips to add the heat.

Right behind her, my body is pressed against hers.
Subtle grinding to match her rhythmic. My nose brushes against the crevice in her neck. Ash and cinnamon. I feel her scales against my time-frozen flesh. A pebble has been cast into unmoving water.
We have begun what could become a ripple affect.

His ice skin sinks into my fire. A glacier stands in my volcano.
I slip my hands into his and pushed myself to him.
I don’t look at this living glacier and I don’t think he wants to know that he’s playing with fire.
But the fire wants to melt the glacier till it is nothing but a icy ocean.

My hands tear from hers, nails grazing over inner thighs, slightly hiking up the hem of her dress. Her scent is intoxicating, her neck vulnerable…her lower lips burning down to my fingers.
I release a deep growl from the back of my throat.
Feral.
I want to claim what I want to be mine.

I spun around to face him. His red eyes lock into my gemstone green.
I back away from his hitching hand and press to him.
My breasts press to his chest as my hands press through the fabric of his pants.
In front of his eyes, I lick my lips.
Invite yourself to taste the fires and feel the burning descend into your soul.

Luscious red lips call me in. tongues clash, not for dominance, but for the battle itself.
My thumb press against her bud through the fabric. Her slight gasp sent a rush through my spine.

My fire right now is too much to handle in a crowded place.
I press to his thumb and with hot breath, I whisper, “Let’s leave and go to the under bridge”.
But he smirks as in suggesting something even more delicious.

I am impatient. I care not for the filth surrounding us as I push past the crowd, finding an isolated corner to dominate her against. Her heat is soaked through the garment. I am losing control.
I rip it off. She is still covered through completely available to me.

With my sharp nails, I tore off his shirt and popped a button off his pants.
I slip my hand in and felt his valley and oak burning into my palm.
The oak pours its clear sap on my fingers as I flick out my fire-spark tongue to his nub, tasting a snowflake cooling my tongue.
I ponder when was the last time I needed oak to stroke my flames.

A burst of flared magma seemingly shot through my body. What was normally a calming chill turned into an erratic and unnaturally heated blizzard. An exhale that I didn’t need showed my breath.
Nipping at her neck, not sinking in fangs. I shoved two digits in.
“Submit.”

I moan and I grab his oak. I brush my fingers on the soft-turning-hard bark.
I move faster and lick the lower icy slope of his lip, “Give in to me and I’ll let you cool my boiling passion.”
Wanting him to open the gate of my Eden so I can taste the Great Oak of Knowledge.
I take the key and pull down, releasing the oak.
I kneel and the oak followed.
I take my tongue to the bare treetop and taste the oak and the sap.
The oak seems to have a voice from the sweet heavens.
Sweet music.

A groan I have made, then I fist her hair, pulled her back, yank her up, and shove her lithe body against the wall. The molten lava that seems to be her skin smolder mine.
Her thigh under my hand was raised; the pressure against her body let me elevate the scaled creature. Leaning into her, lips against her lobe, a held back snarl as I rumble out.
“Give in.”

I love his voice now. I comply by pulling off my dress and throwing it aside.
He stops a moment and stares at my exposed flesh. His breathing is heavy with want.
I lean in and wrap my arms around his pale neck, “Come to me, my ecstasy.”
Put out the fire.

Positioning my throbbing member into her hot cavern, nails rake up her sides.
Losing control.
I want to sink my teeth into her veins as she pants and moans and groans between me and the wall.

His want is vast. This pleasure is intense. I claw down his back.
I kiss him with fevered need and move with him. The fire grows between us.
My blood runs on fire. Hmm, my blood…
I tilt my head back to give him a view of the River of Fire.
I pant out, “Taste me, Vampire.”

I should be shocked, should be appalled.
She knows what I am.
It seems I already knew.
Mouth open, jaw tense, I lunge at her neck.
Sunk in, blood trickling down her neck and plunging in my mouth.

I hold his head close to my neck.
I am in pure nirvana. He’s giving me two pleasures.
The first is thrusting into my womb. The second is being sucked from my neck.
I groan and move into him.
I want to drive him crazy.

My body shudders with each thrust. This is ecstasy. This is bliss. I twist, I grind, my hands switch from balancing myself to balancing her. the entire time I could feel the fire enveloping me.
“What are you?”

I whisper, “Dragon.”
I moan as he touches my breasts with his icy hands. I want to warm his icy skin and I’m sure he wants to cool mine.
I kiss him countless times and run my hands through his silky black hair.

Her heat envelops me at the moment I feel chills on her skin. We are one.
The music is distant in the background, and her gasps are a melody that is defining and addictive.

The heat within me threatens to erupt as I push into him.
My hands grip his hair and my sweat cools me.
I keep whispering and panting sweet nothings to him.
Whether he takes those words or not, I’m more than happy to have his physical words.

Her caverns are tight, I feel myself slipping into its depths.
Whispers are ignored as I change my pattern, my throat is tightening. I know I am close.
I will spread my snow among her magma.

The lava’s rising. The heat grows.
He pulls me close. I hear his growl.
I let out my fevered exclaim.
This beautiful but vicious volcano has erupted.
Make that erupted and replaced with snow.

A roar escapes my throat, I am imploding within her. Dry blood at the corner of my mouth. I like for another taste. Possessiveness takes over.
I don’t want to let go.

He doesn’t let me touch the ground.
He stares at me with animalistic lust. I know what he wants.
I tilt my head back to expose my neck again.
Wanting him to make his claim to me permanent.

Once again I bare my fangs, sink them in deep. I make my claim.
We are joined…we are one.
I am her glacier.
She is my sun.

When he finishes, I pull back and look at him.
I want to know my icy prince.
“Tell me your name,” I plea.

“Diedrick,” I whisper, eyes locking to hers.

I look deep into his red eyes and I reveal my name, “Penya.”
I touch his cheek and kiss him once.

”I growl playfully at her before kissing her again, “I must leave, my dear Penya."

I smile, knowing that this clashing of passionate climates was a once in a lifetime event. To admit, I prefer it so.
“Goodbye then, sweet Diedrick.”

We pull away, grabbing clothes and stealing glances before stepping back out into the sweating crowd.
A quick inhale and I could capture her scent one last time. One single step after, and I was gone…continued to be stuck in a useless time.

I stay with the crowd, feeling a smirk creeping onto my lips. for the moment, I have made a vampire mine. I say that for the first time, I can feel the sweet cool breeze in my skin.


For Unable_To_Speak. R&R, Kiddies!