Mmmmmmm. That's nice. He snuggles her, very carefully.

“...mmyou’re pretty nice for a torture dragon...”

Nuzzle. "I like you. You're sweet."

“Gonna come to my senses any minute now and...do...something.”

Nope. Still sitting here. Sooo warm.

"If that something involves leaving my lap, I might have objections." Nuzzle.

"Oh no...guess I have to stay forever..."

He hugs her. Even his attempt at a gentle hug still makes her ribs creak.

She shudders a little.

"–oh, you can't do that when I just took care of this..."

He laughs. "Sure I can," he says. "You're—someone I can touch—even if I make a mistake, you're not going to die as long as I was being mostly careful—of course I'm going to hug you when I feel like hugging you." Nuzzle. "If it turns you on that's just a bonus."

Well that's an attractive attitude.

"...well. I might need to...practice. Fixing that."

He playfully bites her shoulder. It bleeds. Kind of a lot actually.

She laughs and moans at once, feeling her heart start to pound. It doesn't help the flow of blood.

It doesn't matter all that much, though – the teeth marks start to twist up and close, one at a time at first, and then in clusters, and then the entire upper row is gone at once.

He laughs, and licks at the blood, and hugs her again. This time something cracks.

–oh ❤︎—

She breathes deeply – except she doesn't, because there's a problem there already. 

There's some odd squirming under the skin of her chest as the broken ribs reattach to heal.

"Pretty," he murmurs, and he slides his hand down to her thigh and squeezes hard enough to snap the bone.

The scream from earlier was nothing.

She doesn't try to heal it right away, this time, just shakes in his lap panting and moaning.

"Oh I want to fuck you," he breathes in her ear. "Want to make a mess of you. Split you apart and watch you come back together again. Do you know what a treasure you are?"

She considers for a moment that she might be dreaming, might be passed out in the woods somewhere hallucinating the emperor of the world in his lizard-skin telling her how beautiful she is and breaking her bones.

She tries to move her leg and the wave of agony reassures her.

"Mm–I'd die–"

It sounds like she's reminding herself, more than him. Her hands move to the bulge pressing between her legs.

"You'd tear me open, you'd bruise my heart with this thing..."

Now she's fantasizing, more than anything.

He laughs, and drags his claws across her upper chest. Blood runs down between her breasts.

"I want to kiss your heart," he says. "I want to rip it from your chest and eat it."

"Ohh, I...wouldn't mind being part of you..."

She reaches down for her broken leg.

"But I'd need to–first, you'd have to–"

She yanks the limb up all in one to set the bone back in place, to help it twist together right.

It is not quiet.

"You're beautiful," he tells her, when she's done screaming. "You're amazing. In two thousand lonely years I never dreamed I'd meet anyone like you."

Clearly she is wearing far too many clothes. He starts shredding them off her, not particularly careful to avoid letting his claws catch skin.

That's...that's so many things she can't even begin to think about, right now, especially in a situation like this, and so she just laughs and laughs even as she feels his claws slit her skin and the sound takes a slightly different tone.

Mmmmm she's so pretty. And she's even prettier when she's naked and bleeding. The bulge in his shorts has gotten really emphatic.