Parlangua Boyfriend: Lerour #1 (special preview)

“Don’t you ever think we were fed those stories to make us eager to go forward?” Ben shakes his head. “That, maybe, once we are taken by our mate, not everything is going to be golden? We don’t know these creatures at all, Samara. We don’t know how they mate, if they love, or if all we are to them is for breeding or just fucking.”

I open my mouth to speak but only a small breath escapes.

“This could be bad for us, Samara.” Ben’s shoulders slouch and he shakes his head. “I’m going home.” He walks away from me and I go back to my car.

I drive home and go to my old room. I look at all my silly high school relics, having a small giggle before I lay down in bed. I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath as I try to not think about what Ben said. 

I then find an old, dirty comic I kept hidden in my room. Under my bed was a loose floorboard where I kept all my secret things. That included a few hentai and dirty comics I’d gotten at a con once. The one I liked most was about a princess who got captured by a dragon. The dragon kept her as party of his hoard, killing any knight who came to rescue her. The princess was terrified but the dragon found a way to placate her. He touched her and whispered lovingly to her. For nights, he used his tongue to make her cum. Then, one day, he could no longer take it. The dragon made the princess his own by mounting her and pushing his monstrous cock inside her. The princess cried but soon, because she loved the dragon, it became pleasure.

I had touched myself many a night to this comic, even the idea of it. I started again, tucked under my blankets as my fingers found myself wet and hot. There was then a rapping at my window. I sat up in alarm, and the sharp tapping sound continued.

I went to my window, staring out into darkness, and then there was something white. I gasped, jumping backwards. The window wrenched open and a white figure stood there. His grin was sinister and filled with teeth, his eyes blood red.

“I’ve come to warn you,” he whispers.

My heart is choking in my throat but I am able to get one cliche exclamation out. “Holy fuck.” My eyes dart back and forth as I drink in this massive glass of water. His gue shoulders, his shimmering white scales, those teeth! I then realize I’m standing there half naked and I tug my shirt down. 

“What are you doing here?” I whisper in fear.

His grin sharpens. “I told you, you’re receiving a warning.” He then licks his tongue along his teeth. “When you are seated, I will be fighting for you.”

Every hair on my body bristles. This is unheard of, possibly forbidden. If he gets caught or anyone finds out about this, both of us could be punished for the offense. “Why are you telling me this?” I lean closer to the window. “You could get us both into a shit ton of trouble!”

He happily leans himself through the window and I catch a whiff of sage on his scales. The smile on his face is all pride, no hint of remorse or guilt anywhere. This was what he wanted, and he was going to do everything to get it. “Because I am going to win, and I will be yours. So when the battles begins, you will know to cheer out my name, Lerour.”

I furrow my brow. “Is your name literally, ‘the roar’?”

Lerour casts a scowl my way that soon morphs into a smirk. “I’ve been waiting for this day for so long. I’ve been waiting for you and no one will take you from me.”

I come closer to the window, seeing that Lerour is stooped down. His shoulders are so broad they won’t come through the window. He’s all white, like all the Parlangua. His skin ripples a bit, looking like scales. His mouth cuts back along his head, showing his powerful jaws. His bright red eyes gaze at me, and for a moment, I’m lost in them.

“So,” I chomp down on my cheek as I take in everything as reasonably as I can without busting out into nervous laughter. “What happens when you lose?”

“I won’t,” Lerour grins with a smug assurance. “That is not even a question. I am the strongest of my group, the biggest, the meanest.” He tilts his chin up proudly. “And smelling you now reminds me how big I truly am.”

I pinch my thighs together and frown at him. “That makes you sound worse.”