The Last Moon Dragon – 4/9

The months passed like wind through dead trees. Lyra and Kaelthys were no longer just travel companions, they were partners in laughter, silly fights, and, without realizing it, in longing too.

Their routine was a delightful mess: hunting monsters, betting on who found the least rotten fruit, competing to see who could tell the most absurd joke, and ending nights side by side under the starry sky, sharing stories and silences.

Lyra found herself increasingly distracted, lost in daydreams about Kaelthys. The warmth of his back wasn't enough anymore, nor the comfort of falling asleep to the sound of the dragon's breathing.

Now, it was all about touch, about skin, the way his chest rose and fell, the way his scales gleamed in the firelight, those golden eyes that seemed to pierce any armor. The desire, once timid, flared up every time she closed her eyes. Even innocent teasing started to take on a different tone.

One gray morning, they decided to explore a hidden cave on the mountainside. The entrance was a dark hole, smelling of moss and promises of adventure. Kaelthys went first, clearing the way with his tail and lighting the path with small bursts of flame.

Lyra followed close behind, her heart pounding. Deep down, she loved it when he played the protector.

The cave was bigger than it looked, full of sharp stalactites and a mysterious echo that returned every laugh multiplied. In the center, they found a circular hall with a pedestal covered in glowing runes.

At the top rested an oval stone, pulsing with a bluish light. The air inside was different—thick, almost electric.

On the pedestal, an inscription in ancient letters read:"Wish with truth. Only once will the impossible become real."

Lyra's eyes widened, her mouth dry with anxiety. Kaelthys approached slowly, examining everything with his usual skeptical look.

"Wishing stone? That's fairy tale talk," he grumbled. "Watch out, it'll probably explode if you touch it."

Lyra ran her fingers over the letters, shivering."I think it's real, Kaelthys. I feel a weird energy. Don't you?"

The dragon hesitated. For a moment, he was silent, looking at the stone, then at Lyra.

"If you could ask for anything, what would you wish for?" His voice came out lower, almost unsure.

Lyra said nothing. The dragon figured she'd wish for gold, glory, maybe a chance to return to a comfortable life—like so many humans would. She noticed the fear in his eyes, the fear of being left alone.

"You do it. You deserve it more than I do," she whispered.

Kaelthys snorted, shaking off the idea."No, no. You found the stone, make your wish, girl. Dragons aren't good with wish magic."

Lyra closed her eyes, trying not to overthink. Deep down, she'd known what she wanted for a long time.

She opened her eyes, faced Kaelthys for real—like never before—and touched the magic stone, feeling a warmth climb up her arm.

"I wish… for Kaelthys to have a human form, if he wants," she said, her voice trembling but full of certainty.

"I want to see the dragon who saved me, who made me laugh, as a man. Because he's the one I think about every night. Because I fell in love and want more than friendship."

The silence was so deep even the echo stopped. The stone glowed, the runes trembled, and a wave of light enveloped Kaelthys, who tried to back away—but it was too late.

The dragon's body began to change, scales retracting, wings shrinking, claws turning into hands, his tail slowly vanishing. The hall filled with blue smoke.

When the mist cleared, where Kaelthys once stood, there was now a tall, strong man, silver hair falling over his shoulders, the same golden eyes—but now human, deep, intense.

A broad, bare chest, scars where there had once been scales. A desirable, wild body, as impressive as his old form.

Lyra was frozen, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Her heart pounded in her throat, her head full of questions and cravings.

Kaelthys looked at his own body, then at Lyra, his face completely distraught.

"What did you do, Lyra?" he shouted, his now-human voice rough, loaded with anger and surprise. "Why didn't you wish for gold? Freedom? Anything! Now I… I'm not me anymore!"

Lyra shrank back, surprised by his intensity."I just wanted to see you another way. Wanted to know if we could… maybe…"

But Kaelthys wouldn't listen. He was furious, lost.

"You don't understand anything! I didn't ask for this! I hate being like this! I hate feeling weak, small, defenseless!"

Before Lyra could answer, he rushed out of the cave, stumbling, trying to get used to the new body, vanishing among the trees outside, leaving Lyra alone, surrounded by blue light.

For days, Lyra tried to find Kaelthys. Ela wandered through the woods, called his name, searched every rock, every place where they used to laugh together. All she found were traces—human footprints in the mud, bits of dead skin, remnants of the old dragon.

Longing became obsession. Everything reminded her of him: the smell of wet earth, the heat of the campfire, the memory of his strong touch, his wild gaze, now more human than ever.

At night, Lyra would lie down, fingers between her legs, imagining Kaelthys in that new body—hard muscles, a firm mouth. She pictured him touching her skin, pinning her to the ground, moaning her name softly. The desire that had once been a timid flame became a wildfire.

No matter how much she tried to distract herself, he was there in every thought, every dream, every fantasy. The loneliness hurt, but the craving was even greater.

On cold mornings, Lyra woke up sweaty, her body aching for what her mind tried to deny. Sometimes she cried in anger at herself for making the wish, for risking everything, for loving alguém impossível. Other times, she laughed alone at her own fantasies, feeling ridiculous and alive at the same time.

Time passed, but that need never faded.

Lyra didn't know if she'd ever see Kaelthys again—in human form, dragon, or anything at all. She just knew that now, more than ever, she wanted to feel his body on hers, hot skin, the strength of his hands, his mouth exploring every inch of her hungry body.

And as she walked alone among the ruins, Lyra could only think of one thing:

If the dragon came back, this time, there would be no more secrets.

Only desire.