"Is this the power of a full-blooded dragon?" I spat mockingly, taking Dranpei by the curve of short, crimson horns. How laughable. These ancient dragons and their love of human forms. For all Dranpei's spunk, he'd the physique of a malnourished boy; so much for the 'might of mountains'.
"I curse you, human! I thousand times over! A million! The number of stars pale in comparison—" The blow of my gauntlet caught the shapeshifting dragon in his taut belly, crumpling him against me. Dranpei dropped like a stone, gasping for breath while I reaffirmed my grip; to see a full-blooded dragon so flustered was certainly a rush.
"No time for that, 'Crimson Terror'... Now, tell me about the city of Xe'Shal. I've always wondered where you dragons 'really' kept your treasures."
I dragged Dranpei to his bare feet, holding the fiery-tempered dragon-boy in a way that commanded attention and allowed no room for escape. Dranpei could transform at any moment, challenge me in a meaningful way that demanded contest between dragon and mortal, yet Dranpei remained as this frail, malleable thing; why?
"It is...it is a place where you will never step foot, man-thing!" He sputtered a black puff of smoke from flaring nostrils, face flushed, "Your kind are so quick to violence! So quick to subjugation! Why would I disclose our holiest of places to you? A dragon-killer of all things?!"
We'd see about that. I took Dranpei by the throat, turning his cheeks the color of a ripened plum. The pride of dragons never ceased to amuse me. Dranpei could've been mistaken for budding maiden in his current, lissome form. An oversall lack of muscle tone and drastically softened features made him seem impossibly less malevolent.
The dungeon cell was quiet, save the faint gasp that Dranpei released.
"What's this?" I remarked coyly, noting the pulsing bulge that stressed the limits of his raggedy trousers. "You're...hard."
Dranpei's eyes went wide in shock, his chest rising and falling rapidly, "Wha—how can you say such a thing?! Impossible!"
I chuckled, setting my lips mere inches from to Dranpei's. "You aren't fooling me, dragon. Why haven't you transformed? Why do you still suffer my abuse? Unless..."
Now he was really worked up, nearly fuming, but unmistakably aroused. "I..."
The way he sweat as my grip tightened. How his