Linsey and Jasmine often reminisced about the old days when they would transform into their original forms and play together. Unlike his childhood when he were mistaken for lizards, Linsey's dragon form had grown intricate and elaborate, with glossy, deep red scales. A pair of black dragon horns protruded from his head, while spiked horns lined his neck and tail. A pair of developing bone wings sprouted from his back; though small, they were already capable of flight.
The young dragon was about the size of a large dog, cheerfully carrying a black cat around every day. They loved playing with yarn balls, with Linsey acting as the ball himself.
The cat would signal the start by patting him with her paw, and the little dragon would curl up into a ball, rolling across the thick forest leaves. Unable to resist her feline instincts, Jasmine would pounce on Linsey's swaying tail and nibble it. The dragon's scales were hard, so Linsey didn't feel any pain and happily used his tail as a cat toy for her to bite.
Jasmine felt like she was playing with a pet, while Linsey thought he was teasing a cat. Both were content with their game.
As the seasons changed, with tree branches withering and blooming, and rivers freezing and thawing, Jasmine remained an unusual cat, having existed in the form of a young girl for a long time. Linsey, on the other hand, grew little by little. The growth of a dragon's body is proportional to the mastery of its powers, and he gradually became a boy slightly taller than Jasmine.
Jasmine noticed that the teenage boy had become more thoughtful. He was more affectionate than before, clinging to her as if afflicted with a boneless disease, unable to walk without leaning on her, even wrapping his tail around hers in endless circles. Over time, she grew accustomed to their physical closeness.
Linsey would occasionally bring her things from the outside world. Sometimes it was delicious pastries from the family chef, sometimes a spellbook, and other times cat toys or small trinkets, suitable for both humans and cats. He had discovered that Jasmine was very cat-like in many ways, and she loved everything that cats enjoyed.
Linsey gave Jasmine everything he considered valuable, a part of dragon courtship in his understanding.
Unaware of his intentions, Jasmine cherished each gift and thanked him sincerely. She built a small wooden house under their treehouse, carefully arranging all the keepsakes inside.
She spent less and less time in the old treehouse, only going up there to make potions. The new house below was cluttered yet cozy, giving her a sense of anticipation, as if the boy might walk through the door at any moment.
In her new home, she set up a guest room for Linsey, but he claimed to be afraid of the dark and didn't want to sleep alone, so she transformed into a fluffy black cat and shared a bed with him.
On a summer afternoon, Jasmine was mixing potions in the treehouse. The wooden structure was perched high on stilts on a hillside, surrounded by lush broadleaf forests. The treehouse had a large floor-to-ceiling window, offering a view of endless treetops and a sea of green. Sunlight filtered through gaps in the canopy, dappling the room inside.
Cats love to bask in the sun, so Jasmine moved her workbench to the window and diligently mixed her potions. Linsey sat beside her, learning. Midway through, she paused and asked him to guess which herb to use next.
Linsey smiled and naturally wrapped his left hand around her right, intertwining their fingers as he guided her hand to the correct plant.
The boy's fingers were long, his palm completely covering hers, with well-defined knuckles. Beneath his tanned skin, veins and tendons were visible. As their fingers interlocked, Jasmine felt the back of her hand grow warm under his touch.
His red hair was longer than hers, nearly reaching his elbows. A pair of dragon horns stood out amidst the red locks. The hair on his forehead was messy, with stray strands covering his eyes.
Linsey's grip tightened as he looked at her, his eyes crinkling into a smile. His golden eyes sparkled in the sunlight, almost glowing. The shadows cast by his hair played across his face, giving his smile a confident, mischievous edge.
Their eyes met for a moment before Jasmine couldn't resist leaning in to kiss him. The boy's tail stiffened in surprise, then he eagerly opened his mouth to reciprocate.
Linsey captured Jasmine's lips, their saliva spilling over as their mouths moved passionately. The cat's tongue had barbs, and as he entwined his tongue with hers, he felt a tingling sensation from the prickles. Both had sharp canines, and they had to be careful not to hurt each other while kissing.
He delved deeper into Jasmine's mouth, swirling her saliva with his tongue. To reach deeper, he stood up, his half-long red hair cascading over her shoulders like an impenetrable net.
The kiss lasted so long that when Linsey finally pulled away, Jasmine collapsed into her chair, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. The standing red-haired boy, flushed with excitement, continued to lick her gently, savoring her taste with small kisses and licks.
Reaching her throat, he couldn't resist gently biting the soft flesh, rolling it between his teeth. The skin was pale and smooth, soft yet fragile. The throat is a vulnerable spot for many creatures; a bite could make warm blood gush from the jugular. The urge lasted only a moment before he released the flesh and moved his mouth downward.
Now he resembled a predator surveying its territory, exuding a dangerous aura. Jasmine was frightened, too scared to make a sound or resist.
Linsey's wet tongue traced over her collarbone, encountering the fabric of her shirt. Impatiently, he tore it in half. The girl's br3asts were securely wrapped in a pink bra with lace trim. The red dragon, still in human form, didn't use his hands; instead, he pressed his face against her chest and used his mouth to pull down the thin straps.
Her soft br3asts bounced free, hitting his face. Linsey reveled in the sensation of being slapped by her br3asts, rubbing his high-bridged nose against them, making the ample flesh ripple like waves.
He buried his face between her br3asts, taking deep breaths of her scent before bending down to kiss his way lower. He moved slowly, sucking her skin into his mouth and releasing it with loud popping sounds, leaving a trail of varying depths of love bites.
"Ah, ah..." Jasmine blushed with shame as his kisses made her tremble. Sunlight and leaf shadows dappled Linsey's wild red hair, making it look like vibrant, living flames.
Amidst the red hair, Jasmine's hand found the base of his dragon horns. The black surface was patterned like tree branches, just thick enough for her to grip. She held on tightly, like a drowning person finding a lifeline.