Page 41 of Jorhee

“Mm. Love you,” he slurred, already drifting into sleep.

I gently disentangled us, folding my wings away. I smirked at the sight he made before me, looking completely debauched and fucked-out, his leanly muscled body glistening with sweat andcum. He didn’t so much as stir as I padded off to our bathroom, and when I returned moments later with a warm, wet cloth and cleaned him up, he simply smiled in his sleep and sighed happily.

I climbed back onto the bed, gently tugged the folded throw at the bottom over us, and took him back into my arms. Outside, I could hear our guests still dancing to music and the sounds of bots coming and going as they took down the tables and brought in the leftover food, taking it downstairs to the staff kitchen and storage area.

I let the sounds of our new home wash over me as I breathed in Jesse’s changing scent while the transformation took hold, finally drifting off to sleep myself.

“Goooood morning, New Haven!”

Jesse and I both jolted awake at Bob’s loud, cheerful voice.

“It’s seven in the morning, and today in Walnut Grove, it’s currently sixty-three degrees Fahrenheit, with a high later today of eighty-two. So put on your short sleeves and make sure you’ve got plenty of fluids to drink, because it’s gonna be a hot one—unless you’re a Dragonii. Nice, comfy basking temps if that’s the case, so enjoy your day!”

“Bob, what the hell are you doing?” Jesse demanded.

“The morning wake-up show. We talked about this, remember?”

I chuckled, kissing his temple.

“He did mention it.”

“Yeah, well, I thought he’d come back later with a start date, which wouldnotbe today. We got married yesterday!” He rubbed a hand over his face. “I need coffee before I can deal with any more shit.”

I chuckled.

“There you are! It’s waiting for you in the replicator.”

I got up, removing the steaming mug from the replicator next to our dresser. We’d had it put in for lazy mornings, but it looked like it would get a lot more use than that. I made a mental note to set a vibrating alarm on my wrist comm so I could get up before Bob woke him and have a cup ready and waiting.

“Thanks,” Jesse said, sitting up and stuffing his pillows behind his back. His cheeks turned pink. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

I was trying to figure out how to tell him that he had developed a scale-like pattern along his shoulders and neck in a pale, buttery metallic gold when Bob did it for me.

“Oh, nice scales. Are they actual skin or just markings?”

“What?” Jesse asked, sloshing his coffee as he set it down abruptly on the bedside table to look. “Oh, wow. They feel like markings, but with a bit of texture.”

I stroked a finger over them.

“I think they are emerging scales, the small, soft ones like I have on my cock.”

He gaped at me.

“I have magic dick scales on my neck?”

A laugh escaped me.

“You think my dick is magic?”

He turned a deep red, flushing all the way down to his chest.

“No! Well, I mean yes, but that’s not what I meant!”

I chuckled.

“I have similar ones on my cheek, along my scent glands, only larger. These are finer, is all.”