I didn't much care what it was that had chased the damn dragon away. It was gone. That was enough.
After chasing me endlessly, the beast had finally given up, and I dropped to the ground, catching my breath. Somewhere far off, the last of the dragon's noise was still fading out of the air, and I let it fade. I lay there with Wren still in my hand, cheek against cold stone, chest heaving, staring up at nothing, and honestly couldn't have cared less about anything in the world except getting air back into my lungs.
Okay. Fine. Maybe I did try to recount the experience — to work out whether jerking off while a gigantic chameleon watched me do it and lapped up the ropes of my cum counted as the single most deranged thing that had ever happened to me.
'I've had the weirdest, most unreasonable experiences ever. How do I even explain this to a sane person?'
