The lightening licks the sky as I imagine it's forked tongue between my legs. Each lash sends shock waves throughout my whole body. The thunder echoes my moans of pleasure and pain.

Each drop of rain becomes a tear from my lover's eye. They fall towards me, pelting me with wetness. I think to myself, "...as if I'm not already wet enough," as my juices drip down my thighs.

I cannot fully see my lover, who unleashes the greatest of passion for me alone. I can only catch a rare glimpse, as her fiery tongue lights the sky.

The storm moves closer and closer still. Every sound and sight becoming more intense with each moment that passes. The pleasure I am receiving becomes almost intolerable as the climax of the storm crashes down upon me. I scream, but the sound is lost amidst the rolling of the thunder.

Relief, satisfaction, fullness? Is there no word to describe the feeling that creeps over my body and soul, caressing each part of me like a farewell kiss. I just lie here, the dragon's tears cooling the fire that burns within. Then my demon lover, dragon of the night, slowly disappears over the horizon. The sound of thunder still echoes in the sky and in my mind.