Half-Transformation

Despite the sudden freezing temperatures that Max gives off, the two of us still manage to find comfort in one another until I’ve fully calmed down again. It’s strange how he hasn’t even noticed the shift in temperature, but I guess that is a good thing.

I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to him, but I can easily guess that Hafgan wants nothing to happen to his host, either. I’ll take that as a sign of him not doing anything too stupid with Max’s body. For now, though, it seems even if Max and I found a way to be together, he would not allow it.

I could attempt to ignore Hafgan’s protests, but that might end up hurting Max if not myself in the process, so stopping is all I can do for now.

As I lay Max down on the bed, he takes one of my horns in his hand and rubs his hand along it. Despite what people might think, a dragon’s horns are rather sensitive to be touched. Not in a sexual way, but it can tickle.

As I laugh softly at his continued