You may call me Alex; it is close enough to the sound of my Draconian name. The amused dragon smiled, showing gleaming fangs.
Alright, then. The young wolf smiled, nervously. You can call me whatever you wish, though my name is Aeron. It means "war goddess," bestowed to me by a rather silly human who believed me to a sign from some deity or other that they would win their battle. They didn't; the poor creatures. Although, they may have won the war, I am not certain.
At any rate, I wanted to tell you the reason behind my wandering alone without my pack. You see, I had challenged the Alpha's decision to lead the pack to the northwest, knowing that there would be even less food on that side of the mountains, as I had heard of a famine in that region from the trees. As you may know, to challenge the Alpha is to invite death or banishment. Thankfully, he chose to simply send me away as a lone wolf and not rip out my throat. And so, here I am before you, after wandering for days without food, I saw your horns through the trees from the opposite side of the chasm, thinking you were food.
She smiled up at him and then looked down at her paws, waiting for his response. She knew he was going to be displeased with her. Everyone knows that no wolf challenges their Alpha and that trees can be mistaken...
I suspected something had sent you away from your pack; it seemed unlikely a creature as capable as you had lost their way. Alex shook its head, recalling the fight with the bear. I couldn't help but notice the bear left with a limp. He flashed a questioning look at the small wolf. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?
Well... I did bite her paw hard enough to keep me hanging on to it until she threw me, but... She pondered aloud to the dragon, wondering how much damage her jaws could have dealt in that condition.
Seems, she won't be forgetting you for a while to come. Be wary of the bears territory, it doesn't stretch overly far, but she won't be letting that grudge die for at least one hibernation... should you choose to stay near here, that is. Alex mused.
Why would I leave? There is nothing for me outside of your forest... Aeron blurted.
Well, I thought maybe you would want to go find a mate, after all, the wolves have left my woods, knowing there is no food for them here. I myself have to travel far from here to find meals. replied Alex.
Honestly, as you know, I want you. I have wanted you for some time and I will never leave unless you banish me, kill me, or otherwise. She boldly, if foolishly, exclaimed.
I had suspected that you wanted me for a while, though I thought it just gratitude for saving you from the bear. Is this truly how you feel? asked Alex.
Yes... I have never felt more strongly of anything or for anyone in my entire life... Please... Let me be yours. I'll never leave your side... Just promise that you will never forsake me... She cried, running to the dragon's side, but stopped short, waiting for his response.
Let me think about this, I want you, but you are so different, I would be afraid of accidentally causing you harm, for now though, I can promise that you will never be forced to leave this forest. Extending his wings to their full span, he loosed a jet of flame nearly 50 yards long, roaring a challenge to imagined enemies.
Chapter 2
Aeron did not sleep well that night; she was in awe of both the sight of Alex's flame and the words that he spoke to her. He might actually be hers and she would never be forced to leave his forest. She was safe, for the first time in a long time. She wanted so desperately to know his answer or to at least hear his thoughts on the matter. She knew, though, that waiting was best and that pushing for the answer would only push him away from her. If she pressed too much, he would surely never touch her, never hold her.
She quickly shook these thoughts from her mind and went forth. She had to occupy her mind somehow, without letting thoughts of the great dragon resurface. She started at a loping pace, not too fast or too slow, as she listened for any sounds of small rodents to play with. Overhead, she could hear the dragon flying to the south for his daily hunt and flocks of fowl scrambling to get out of his way. Now, that is a creature which deserves respect... The king of the skies, ruler of the sea, and overlord of the earth... She thought to herself. The fact that he is even willing to think about my offer... She shivered. Oh, it makes my heart flip and my stomach feel as though it is full of butterflies...
It was at this point that she grew tired of being so far from Alex's clearing and started to head back, but not before she heard a few rabbits hopping about in a thicket. She crept up to their thicket slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible, and pounced. It was not long before she could taste the poor rodent's blood, trickling down onto her tongue. It was warm with an almost metallic taste to it. It splattered on her fur around her lips, a little down her chest, and on her forepaws. She began to eat the unfortunate creature, now that its life had ended, pulling off the fur bit by bit to get at the meat beneath. She tore at its flesh, devouring the muscle tissue, and began to go at its entrails, but eating only the organs that she knew would not leave a horrid aftertaste.
When she had finished her small meal, she turned tail to run back to the dragon's clearing. She was not surprised to find herself running all out to get there, even though it was not very far north from her current position. A few small branches scratched her face along the way, adding her blood to the rabbit's, and, she had to admit, she tripped once over a root. None of this mattered to her, however, as long as she got to the clearing to be there, blissfully awaiting the return of the marvelous dragon. She reached the clearing quickly, despite tripping, and happily scampered over to her makeshift nest, where she began to clean herself, cleaning away the blood on her face, chest, and paws and adjusting her fur ever so slightly. When she found that she could not possibly get all of the blood off, she scurried over to a small brook nearby and washed what she could not reach on her own, hoping that she would be dry before the dragon returned. In order to ensure that she would, she shook off the excess and moved back to the nest.
She lay there for some time, lightly dozing. Alex had never been gone for so long before. She hoped that he was in good health and, despite herself, she hoped against him finding a dragoness that would, in all likelihood, steal him from her. She snarled softly under her breath at the mere thought of it, but quickly shook that off as she had the water, but not quite as efficiently.
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Stomach full from his recent hunt, Alex floated languidly on the currents coming up from the warm ground below. He was lost in thought, the vexing female consuming his attention. How could it work? he thought to himself. How can I be with her?
He had long since given up trying to deny his desire, though the thought of mating with this delicate creature scared him. He had vowed not to allow her to be hurt. What if he was the one who hurt her? Could he really be with a creature this small? How would she react to the oftenly rough way dragons mated? Would she even be able to take his rather thick shaft? These were the questions racing through his mind as he slowly spiraled toward his roost.
As he came down to land, he noticed Aeron, who had fallen asleep on her bed.
He studied her lupine form, stretched out on the soft fabric. She was, in his eyes, the most stunning display of female form he had ever seen, the way she so effortlessly captured her prey, how she moved with such confidence, and he couldn't shake the feel of her soft fur against his sensitive belly the first night she showed up in his roost.
He would be with this wolf, and he thought he knew how. He formulated a spell in his mind, one he had only briefly heard of. He wasn't sure of the mechanics out the spell, though he had a crystal clear idea of what it was to do. He wanted to compress his size, but he wanted it done slowly, so he could be quick to reverse the spell should it cause discomfort. The trick was to change his density... shrink while retaining his mass... otherwise things may change in unexpected ways, resulting in his death, should it not progress smoothly.
As his spell started, he had this odd sense of falling...
falling, but his feet still felt the ground, solid, beneath him. His next feeling was awe as his roost appeared as though he were going back in time, things looking as they did in his younger years, trees, which had seemed almost insignificant moments ago, now loomed tall and strong.
The vertigo continued for a few more minutes before he finally ended his spell. he was still nearly 20 feet long, though a far cry from his previous 63 feet. The oddest part of the spell was the feel of his weight. He felt the same as he always did, the familiar weight feeling odd in this smaller form. How can I solve this slight issue... After contemplating his options, he concluded that the issue was best solved with a mild levitation spell, similar to the ones he used while flying, though instead of using it to lift, he used it to lighten the effects of gravity. Ah, much better. He thought, as he felt the strain of holding himself up nearly disappear. Now, time for the fun...
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Aeron awoke to see Alex looming above her, although he appeared to be smaller. Certainly, this is not him... But there is no mistaking those eyes... She laughed inwardly. She looked into his eyes and, without warning, licked his snout, and pranced off, swishing her tail as she did so. What is it that you want, Little Dragon? She laughed.
Raising an eye at the wolf's tone, the dragon rumbled, Little? We shall see which of us is 'little'.
You may still be a bit larger than me, but it would appear... Hmm... I see what you have done now...
Aeron moved closer to him, coming close enough to where she knew her scent would drive him wild, and closer still. She brushed up against him, feeling his scales against her. After this she slowly moved back towards her bed. Is this close to what you had in mind? She stood with her tail to him, lowering her torso to leave her hindquarters in the air, waggling it side to side with her tail lifted.
Alex moved toward the enticing sight, still slightly hesitant, though not as nervous now.
Are you sure this is what you want; I cannot promise you won't get hurt. Asked the dragon, though he knew what her response would be.
Oh, you know the answer to that... I don't assume this position for just anyone... And, I'll have you know that I won't stay like this forever, Alex. Aeron said, seductively, turning her head to see him and grinning wickedly.
As you wish. With a roar that shook leaves from the trees, He launched himself toward her. His long, rock hard, shaft, he teased her with light jabs, watching as she shuddered, waiting for her to beg for it, to hear her cry out for the pleasure of taking him into her willing hole.
She moaned with pleasure, although frustrated that he did not just enter her right then. She proceeded to attempt to slide herself onto his shaft. Please, Alex... Let me have the honor of taking you deep inside me... She begged, still sliding back to meet him.
Hearing her beg for it thrilled Alex more than she knew, tossing back his head, he shot a jet of flame above them as he slid deep into her dripping hole with a savage thrust of his hips. He could not believe how tight this little wolf of his was. She had obviously never mated before, but that didn't stop her from feeling incredible. Soaking wet, and hotter than his own flame! Why the hell have I been denying this! Thought the dragon as the wolf pressed back into his loins. Digging his talons into the dirt on either side of Aeron, he pressed deeper into her tight slit, needing to be as close to her core as he could.
Aeron howled, loud and long into the skies, her claws gripping the earth below her. She pumped herself, squeezing Alex's shaft with her hole, meeting every one of his thrusts. She needed him inside of her. She needed his seed. She knew that she was just barely more than a whelp, but she needed him... Badly. I could never dream of anything better than this. He is mine! At this thought, she howled all the louder with a snarling undertone, challenging anyone to dare try and usurp her right. She sought out a part of his body nearest her and, finding his left arm to be closest, she bit him as hard as she could, leaving her mark on him.
Barely feeling the bite through his armored skin, he nevertheless decided to reciprocate, latching his jaws around the back of her neck, lightly putting pressure to let her know he was there. Growling deep in his throat, he redoubled his efforts, driving his cock deeper into her as she whimpered and howled under his bulk.
She began to milk him for all he was worth, desperately working to make him fill her quivering hole. If he fucks me to death... She shivered. It will have certainly been worth it... She began to feel herself about to reach her climax, her juices gushing out around his shaft. Even if he doesn't come with me, I am totally willing to keep going... It feels so... Intoxicating...
Alex felt a familiar pressure building, crying out and loosing another jet of flame, he slammed his shaft into her hot, tight hole. Aeron! Come with me! He roared. Something odd happening as he reached his peak. His mind expanded, reaching out to his mate, binding them together in a way that could never be broken.
She shook with the intensity of their joint climax, as well as the sudden, strange feeling that had come with it. After this, she knew, nothing would ever be the same. She collapsed to the ground beneath her, no longer able to stand. Panting, she said three words that she knew had never meant anything until this pivotal moment... I love you, AlaeNymVoar... With that, she passed out, overcome by their first mating.
Collecting her in his arms, he pulled her close, curling his wings around her and folding his tail, dozing in the early afternoon light, holding his lover tightly in his arms.
The End.
Swimming With Jada
I shook the metal door handle in frustration. It was another hot day in Santa Fe, New Mexico, and I couldn't believe the Marriott's outdoor pool was closed for the second day in a row -- the only day when I had a four-hour afternoon break.
I was all suited up in my new black one-piece, hoping to relax poolside with a drink and get to know some of my fellow conference attendees. The Southwest Women's Health Network had sponsored the week-long event on advanced clinical care, and it had been great so far. Except for this.
"Oh Jesus, is it still not open?" came a cheerfully exasperated woman's voice from behind me. "I told the manager to take care of it."
I turned and saw a tall, curvy black woman in her late 30's, standing hands-on-hips and sizing me up. She wore a knee-length maroon skirt and a spaghetti-strap white top that tastefully accentuated her full bust. I recognized her as one of the conference organizers -- one of several women I had masturbated to in my hotel room the night before.
"Do you have a sledgehammer I could borrow?" I said.
She burst out laughing. "Oh, I have a lot of fun things in my tool kit, but unfortunately it's not here. I'm Jada, by the way."
I took her outstretched hand and held it a little longer than necessary. Her dark skin was soft, smooth...heavenly. "I'm Frederika. I really enjoyed your lecture on the future of private nursing yesterday."
Jada winked. "I know. I saw you taking lots of notes. Fourth row, two seats from the end."
"Now that's an eye for detail," I said approvingly.
"Or at least an eye for cute girls," said Jada, moving a little closer. "You have a cute accent too. Are you one of our Washington State girls?"
"Uh huh. This is my first time in Santa Fe, and you've organized things wonderfully."
"Except for the fucking pool!" Jada said with a laugh. "Oops -- pardon my mouth."
I looked at her meaningfully. "Don't sweat it. I like your mouth." And I really did: she had beautiful, full lips that had distracted me deliciously throughout her lecture. And were having the same effect on me now. The rest of her...hmm...definitely shades of Michelle Obama.
Jada's brow furrowed. "Tell you what. I live about a ten-minute drive from here, and my townhouse has a little pool in the backyard. Would you like to join me for a dip?"
"I'd love to." After all, I was starting to get even hotter. I went upstairs and changed into a low-cut black top with tan harem pants.
We were driving past low, adobe houses on an aspen-lined st
reet with the air conditioner blasting when Jada glanced at my wrist. "I like your bracelet. Did you pick that up here?"
I fingered the bracelet: cool, smooth, rainbow-colored quartz. "Thank you. Actually, it was a gift from a girlfriend in Seattle. She was organizing an LGBT fundraising dance at a community hall, and I coordinated the ticket sales. She thought I deserved a little something extra for that."
"LG...what was that?" Jada asked.
"Oh, for the gay community," I said casually. "I work closely with a lot of bisexual and lesbian women on a volunteer basis. I identify as bi myself, and I find it really rewarding."
"Reeaally?" Jada had to slam on the brakes before she went through a stop sign. "Very interesting. Um, I guess everyone's so fucking uptight and conservative down here...I don't know if I would say I 'identify' per se...but..."
"Yes?" I said with a saucy smile.
"Let me put it this way, Frederika. My husband and I divorced last year after 15 years of marriage. Before him, I dated five people at Berkeley. One man, four women."
"At once?" I inquired. "Oh my." Jada shrieked with laughter and gave me a little slap on my thigh as we wheeled into her driveway.
I leaned into the black woman's neck, inhaling her peach-scented fragrance, and whispered: "I'll remember that slap, honey." Jada giggled and a little tremor ran through her magnificently full body.
In the backyard, enclosed by tall wooden fences, I reclined on a long, cushioned chaise on the stone terrace while Jada was inside fixing me a drink. Two palm trees and a cluster of orchids fringed the little pool, which was bubbling busily. I was out in the sun because I wanted to show off my body for Jada. Clearly, neither of us was immune to the other's charms.
Cardinals and finches twittered in nearby trees, and a light breeze caressed me. The sweet aroma of desert sage filled my nostrils. I felt incredibly sensual here. I couldn't help lightly running my hands over my own body, eyes closed, drinking it all in. The thought of Jada just steps away had me throbbing even more.
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