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nowhere to go. 
He growled a warning and tweaked her sensitive nipple until she settled.
    Morgan lay there
at the mercy of the Dragon and her own betraying body.  The heat had faded
enough she could think again, and the fear was quickly replaced by anger.  She
would escape, and if the dragon foolishly tried to stop her, she would freeze
his ass to a rock for eternity.  Better yet, she wouldn't wait, as soon as her
feet hit the ground she would freeze him in his devious dragon feet.  She would
not be a slave.  Her thoughts of revenge kept her warm until she finally dozed
off.

Chapter 3
    After an
uncomfortable night, Morgan was hustled out of bed at dawn with a swat to her
posterior.  She sat up as if loaded on a spring and looked around clearly
befuddled until his obnoxious laugh brought her back.  How dare he?
    “Come little
falcon, we fly.”
    “Listen dragon I reali...”
    “Ladon.”
    “What?”
    “I am known by
Ladon, not dragon.”
    She gritted her
teeth.  “Fine.  Ladon.  I realize you can't help being...”
    “Your name?”  He
interrupted again.  She narrowed her bleary eyes at him as she tried
unsuccessfully to pull on her abused dress without untwisting it first.
    “Morgan.”  She
stood, snapping the dress off with a huff and re-arranged it while she spoke
through gritted teeth.  “I realize you can't help being arrogant and
self-centered, but us lowly humans need a few minutes in the morning to feel up
to facing the day.”  She finally got her dress on, her voice muffled through
the fabric until it slipped with a final yank into place.  Then she looked up
into the gold eyes of a fully transformed dragon and stumbled back on her bruised
posterior.
    He had grown to
five times his normal size taking up most of the available space.  His colors,
even in the dim cave, were jewel bright in iridescent rainbow hews that
shimmered with heat.  His snout was long and full of sharp teeth, his ears
pointed.  He was a beautiful dragon, there was no denying that, and Morgan was amazed,
even awed, at the splendor before her.
    We fly.   A
long tail whipped out and wrapped twice around her waist.  She screamed when
she went airborne, but it was abruptly cut off against his massive scaled
chest.  He held her against his heart with tail and talon as he leaped from the
cave into the open sky.  Morgan buried her face in his surprisingly soft hide,
and felt more than saw his wings expand to catch the thermals.  He flapped,
once, twice, and they were gliding.  When they didn’t crash to the ground, she
loosened up enough to crack open her eyes.
    Morgan had to
catch her breath at the grandeur of dragon flight.  The world was a patchwork
of green and brown, the wind a crisp power against her face.  It was the most
exhilarated thing she had ever experienced.  She laughed at the pure joy of
flight.  Ladon hearing her took her through some dizzying acrobatics that had
her clinging to his chest while she screamed and laughed at the same time. 
When Ladon finally landed it was at the mouth of another high cave, this one
had the overpowering odor of sulfur.
    “Is this what I
think it is?”
    “Hot springs.  We
are close to my home now.  We passed the Northern Gate today.”  His voice was a
surprise, and she turned to see him changed into a man once again.  He still
wore the trousers, but they were so mangled that he was the next thing to naked,
and she blushed to see him in the full light of day.  Even dirty and scraggly
he was a remarkable sight.  It reminded her forcibly of the night before.  “If
you follow the cave back you will find the hot springs and everything you need
for a bath and rest.  I will return.”
    “What?  You can’t
be serious.”  She knew her voice was panicked, but she did not want to be
trapped here.  “I’ll go with you.”
    “And find myself
facing mage trickery?  No better that you stay here.  When I return we will
eat.  We will be mated before you leave