Georgie and Her Dragon

by Sahara Kelly

  “I’m gonna come, Theo. Watch me come. Tell me if you like what you see, Theo...”

  Her hands moved faster now, with greater intent, and as her fingers squeezed one breast Theo choked on his own desire.

  He held his breath, not willing to risk interrupting this moment. He’d forgotten about the fairy, the spell and that he was a dragon. All his years as a fire-breathing entity went out the window.

  Right now, he was just a simple male watching his female pleasure herself.

  She opened her eyes and stared at him. He could feel her desires, sense her arousal, experience her peak as it built slowly from her ass and crept over her like hot lava on a mountainside.

  “Now, Theo...be with me...” Her face crumpled as she teetered on the very brink...

  And there was a loud pop...

  And the sudden light that erupted into the room focused down onto one extremely irate fairy.

  Chapter Five

  You want that fairy regular or extra crispy?

  “Noooooo...” The word screamed out at exactly the same moment from three different sources.

  One was Georgie, caught with her fingers up her cunt and trembling on the brink of orgasm.

  Another was Theo’s brain, crying out with desolation at the glimpse of paradise he was apparently to be denied.

  And the third was the fairy who stood - arms akimbo - glaring at the two of them in fury. “You sneaky piece of shit. You think you’re gonna work your way around my spell?” She narrowed her eyes at Theo.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Georgie’s face grew stern. “And where the fuck do you get off insulting my dragon?”

  “Your dragon?” The fairy glanced at her. “Your fucking dragon? Who the fuck do you think made him a dragon in the first fucking place? Bitch?”

  Oh oh. Theo blinked. Pissing off Georgie like that was really not a good idea. He knew his woman. Knew her temper and knew the signs. They were all there.

  “Look here twinkle toes...” Georgie crossed the room and loomed over the fairy, arms on her own hips, sparks of anger in her eyes. “I dunno what all this is about, but I’m not one of the stupid princesses. If what I think happened happened, and you’re the one behind it, you got a lot to answer for. And calling me bitch is getting seriously into pot-and-kettle territory.” She leaned in. “And you wanna watch that foul mouth of yours.”

  “Yeah. You tell her.” Theo would have clapped if he’d had hands, or even a free claw at that particular moment.

  The fairy looked at him. “You make a shitty dragon.”

  He stared back at her. “And you ain’t exactly aged well, toots. Got a few wrinkles and a couple grey hairs going there...”

  “Why you...” She opened her mouth only to shut it when Georgie grabbed a wing.

  “Look here, asshole. Just because you’re some fancy fairy with a butt full of magic doesn’t mean this ain’t gonna hurt when I rip it off and shove it where the moonlight never gleams.”

  Theo, unable to hold it back, snickered. “Oooh. Catfight.”

  The fairy shuddered with seething fury, her aura flashing brilliant red sparks as her temper exploded. “Take your filthy hands off me, you human bitch.”

  She yanked her wing out of Georgie’s grasp, sucking in a breath as she left behind a sizeable quantity of fairy dust. “He’s my dragon. I made him out of a horny little jerk I met long before you were even a tickle in your idiot father’s balls.”

  She stalked to Theo. “And you, fucker...what the hell have you ever done to increase my reputation? Did you go around moaning about how you were bewitched? Ever complain about the incredible power of the fairy who cast the spell? Did you try to find a wizard to un-bewitch you? Tell a minstrel so he could make up a song about me? Noooooo...” She smacked him on the nose. “Nooooo. You had to go off and be a fucking dragon. You didn’t do a damn thing to make me look good, did you?”

  “Holy fucking shit. It’s all about you, isn’t it? How come the fairy stories never make that clear?” Georgie leaned back against the wall and crossed her arms. “We’re supposed to go ‘Oooh look, a fairy. Make magic, please, oh powerful fairy...grant my wishes...’.” She curled her lip. “And now I realize the rest of the stories are about the problems the frickin’ spells cause. And the fairies who caused it.”

  “Of course it’s about us.” The fairy glared at them both. “What - you think it’s supposed to be about mortals? You out of your fucking mind? Who the hell would want to read stories about ordinary humans doing ordinary things - like fucking each other’s brains out? What a goddamned snore...”

  Theo watched the exchange with interest. Temper was doing rather nice things to Georgie’s breasts as they rose and fell with each indrawn breath, and her nipples stood out like rosebuds. It was a lyrical thought and he lost himself in it for a moment or two. Then a screech from the fairy brought him back down to earth.

  “You are really pissing me off.” She planted her little fairy stiletto-heeled booties on the stone floor and tossed her hair back over her shoulder.

  Georgie lifted her chin. “Good. Because you’re pissing me off too. And the way I figure it, if you turned Theo into this dragon, then you gotta be a helluva lot older than you look.” She glanced at Theo. “Whaddya think, babe...shall I cut her leg off and count the rings? Find out how old she really is?”

  “Er...” Theo wisely left it at that. He hadn’t lived all these years without learning one or two things about women.

  The fairy had obviously had enough and a nasty gleam entered her gaze as she stared at the naked beauty before her. “Urgh. Mortals. I hate all of you, especially the smart-mouthed ones.” She lifted her arms and pointed her hands toward Georgie. “Bitch thou art...”

  Theo sighed. “Oh I don’t think so. Not again.”

  There was a fizzle, a snap, a crackle and a definite pop. Followed by the faint smell of fried chicken.

  Theo licked his lips. “Sheeit. Not enough meat on her to make a decent in-between-meal snack.”

  “Uh...Theo?” Georgie stared at him. “You ate the fairy.”

  “Yep.”

  “You’ve got fairy dust on your mouth.”

  He grinned. “How about you wipe it off for me? With your breasts?”

  An odd look came into her eyes and then she smiled. “I can do that.” She walked to him, heat radiating off her in waves, cranked up by temper and arousal.

  His heart thudded at twice its normal rate (although being a dragon, there really were few statistics on acceptable heart rates for his species). It got even faster when two firm breasts pressed into his snout and moved, rubbing tiny beaded nipples over the soft scales around his mouth and nostrils.

  “Shit, Georgie...”

  She shuddered. “Double shit, Theo.” She rubbed some more. “That feels...spectacular...”

  He breathed carefully, letting gentle puffs of warm air stroke her skin. “I wish this was my hand.” A breath caressed her belly. “I wish this was my tongue, my mouth...”

  Georgie parted her legs wide to feel his whispers. “I wish that too.” She leaned against him, her hand slicking downwards once more. “I wish your tongue could lick me...play with me...drive me wild right here...” Her fingers dove around her clit into her cunt and she slicked her honey around, the scent coiling up into Theo’s nostrils and making him dizzy.

  “I love you, Theo, dragon or not.” She closed her eyes and stayed right up against his snout. She was nearing her crest again, fingers moving slowly but inexorably over her clit. “You’ve always been my friend, shared my life, never let me down. You understand me, who I am, what I want. You’ve listened. And now...taste me, Theo...”

  A small hand smeared the sweetest moisture around his mouth and Theo sucked it between his non-lips. “I love you too, Georgie. I did from the first moment I saw you wrapped up in a blanket. I couldn’t help it. You were my destiny.”

  “I wish...oh lord...I wish...” Georgie’s hand found her most erotic places. “I wish I c
ould fuck you, Theo. I’m thinking this should be your cock inside me. I want you so bad...”

  He nudged one breast, carefully raking it with the edge of a scale, loving the shiver that went through her.

  “Oh...oh...Theo - I’m - I’m coming - ”

  Georgie’s cry rang loud in his ears and he held his breath, awed by the sight of her bowed body arching toward him, barely touching him but dominating his universe as she tensed and closed her eyes.

  He awaited her scream and closed his own eyes, wanting to be in her mind, sharing everything with her as she dropped off the highest cliff in the universe into an abyss of delight.

  There was a moment’s brilliance behind his eyelids, some rather odd sensations in his body, a scream from Georgie and then Theo felt the air whoosh past him as he fell with her...

  And landed with a painful thud on her floor.

  *~*~*~*

  The Ultimate Orgasm and Other Fantasies...

  Holy crap! There was a naked man lying facedown on her floor and moaning.

  And what a man he was, too. Muscles writhed just beneath his skin, shoulders broader than any knight’s shifted as he tried to push himself up and a really nice ass bunched with strength when he finally managed to shove himself to his knees.

  His hair was darker than night, tumbling past his shoulders in silken disarray. His eyes were green, shot through with golden flecks and set between long black lashes. Dark hair furred his chest, circling his flat nipples with little licks of curls.

  Georgie blinked. “Theo?”

  He breathed in, stood up and staggered a little. Then smiled at her, a smile that was - in the flowery phrases of fairy tales - a vision of sunlight drifting warmly over her body.

  “Hewwow.”

  “Aaaargh.”

  He chuckled. “Just kidding, babe. Honest.” He reached out one hand for her, keeping the other firmly on the windowsill. “Hello.”

  “Theo? Is it really you?”

  He nodded. “Yep. In the flesh.” His face sobered. “Look, if you’re not interested in a kind of pimply-faced dweeb, I’ll understand...”

  Hoookay. This was an “I gotta pinch myself” kind of moment. Georgie flapped her mouth for a second or two, trying to form words. She slapped herself upside the head. He was still thinking of himself as the person he’d been so long ago.

  Georgie carefully took his hand. “Come here, you.” She drew him to the mirror on one side of the room. “Look, silly. You’re not a pimply-faced dweeb anymore.”

  Standing behind him, Georgie watched his face as it changed with astonishment. He rubbed one hand over his firm jawline and then ran it down his chest to his - his - oh my! Why hadn’t she noticed that?

  An extremely hard cock jutted fiercely from a nest of soft black curls, firm and solid and thick - it just begged to be touched and sucked and fondled - it was Georgie’s turn to drool. Then she noticed something.

  “Theo...”

  He jumped. “Shit. It really is me.” He glanced down. “That’s me too. Who’d have thought it?”

  “Yep. It’s you all right.” She slid her arms around his waist and hugged him tight. “And I couldn’t be happier.” She let her hands drift lower. “Now, I know you were a blue dragon and a really nice shade of blue too. So does that explain these?” She lifted his cock delicately, exposing his balls, which were - yes, you guessed it - quite blue.

  He laughed and turned around, reaching for her, taking her in his arms and lifting her quite off her feet. “Nope. That’s because I want you sweetheart. At least I think it is. Wanting somebody for as long as I’ve wanted you kinda does that to a guy.” He blinked. “Funny. I’m already thinking of myself as a guy not a dragon anymore.”

  Georgie wrapped her legs around him, rubbing her pussy against his groin. “You hear me complaining? I want you too. Here. Now. Right this minute if at all possible...”

  “Everything’s possible. Now.” With a joyful grin Theo tumbled them both onto Georgie’s bed. It creaked in protest, but they ignored it.

  “Lord, Theo - I want you to fuck me so bad...”

  “I wanna fuck you so good babe...” He stroked her face. “I wanna do this...”

  Firm lips descended on hers, brushing them at first, learning them, then forcing them apart as his tongue flickered into her mouth. Obviously being a dragon for a century or so teaches one a thing or two about tongue work. Georgie’s head swam with the possibilities.

  He kissed her silly, returning again and again to taste her sweetness. Finally he pulled back. “And then I wanna do this...”

  It was the tongue thing again, but this time her breasts received the extraordinary attention. He sucked her fiercely then released her, licking around her nipples with joy and enthusiasm. He coiled that amazing piece of flesh around each sensitive bud, squeezing them, releasing them and then taking the whole mound into his mouth once more. She damn near orgasmed just from his skilled titty-play.

  “Fuck, Theo. Where did you learn this stuff?” Georgie rasped out the question in between little panting gasps.

  “I’ve been saving it up for you, honey.” Theo’s tongue wandered down to her navel and played there for a while, making her eyes roll back in her head and her body twang like a harp in the hands of an angel.

  “Damn, babe. I’m so glad you did.”

  It was her last coherent thought, since Theo and his gifted tongue had found her clit. He loved it with every ounce of skill he’d “saved up” for her, sending her brains into meltdown and her cunt into flash flood stage. She overflowed her banks as he strummed her, shuddering with the intensity of it.

  “You taste so good - so sweet - ” Theo purred the words against her pussy. “I’ve yearned for this, dreamed of this, ached for this - ”

  The note in his voice made tears well up in Georgie’s eyes and she parted her legs even wider, welcoming him home to where they both knew he belonged. Just as she was about to surrender, he reared up above her, holding himself aloft on strongly muscled arms.

  “Now, Georgie. Now I claim what is mine.”

  And without further ado, Theobald the Unlucky became Theobald the Amazingly Fortunate.

  He sank himself into Georgie’s hot and silky slick cunt, inch by inch, letting them both savor the unique sensation of two ideally suited bodies fucking the daylights out of each other.

  “Ohhhh...” She groaned, feeling like the typical romance-novel heroine being plundered by the hero. (Which, of course, she was.)

  His cock filled her, touching all the right spots on the way in, and also touching them on the way out again - and repeating as necessary. He had the requisite strength in his hips and thighs to hammer into her cunt over and over, thudding against her clit in precisely the right way so as to ensure her maximum pleasure.

  It was, all things considered, the most magnificent orgasm that any two lovers had ever experienced in any fairy tale - ever.

  And when it rolled over them - simultaneously of course - they both shrieked with ecstasy, shattering a small glass next to the bed and sending a flock of sparrows off on an early migration.

  Georgie’s body writhed out of her control, clutching at Theo’s cock like a warrior’s fist around a sword hilt. She drained him, milked him, pulled his come out from his balls, his hips and probably the backs of his heels. She was drowning in him, floating with him and loving him all at once and from the expression she glimpsed on his face he was right there with her.

  Little lights sparkled around the edges of her vision and she fought for breath as the orgasms continued to roll over her, shattering her with their strength. All good heroines have at least two, if not more. And Theo had been waiting a hell of a long time for this one magnificent moment...

  Theo moaned and thrust again, hitting Georgie’s G-spot perfectly and knocking her into one more orgasm.

  He stayed there this time, cock tucked neatly up against her womb, snuggled so close not even their sweat could do more than trickle weakly over them both. And
he sighed - a gust of sated happiness that brought a weak smile to the only muscles left on Georgie that worked - her face.

  “Holy fucking shit.” Theo’s head dipped and he slowly lowered himself onto Georgie. “Holy motherfucking shit.”

  “Yeah.”

  As far as romantic post-coital dialogue went, it left something to be desired. But it did accurately reflect Georgie’s state of mind at that point. She’d been screwed to the max by the man she loved. Now that he was a man and a dragon no more. And it had been the most stupendous moment of her life up to now.

  A thought occurred to her. “Hey Theo...”

  “Urghlphlmpfff.” He subsided weakly and slithered off her, his cock popping free of her pussy with a sound that was distinctly sad.

  “You’re not going to become a dragon again, are you?”

  “Grrrroooowwwlll.” He nipped her neck. “Why? You want me back as a dragon?”

  “No, no, not that. I like you just the way you are, thanks.” Thoughtfully she cupped his balls, rolling them around absently and making Theo blink. “It’s just that if we’re gonna get married then I figure I should know what to expect. Don’t you?”

  He watched her intensely. Fondling a guy’s balls is a good way to make sure he’s paying attention, as Georgie discovered at that moment.

  “We’re getting married?” Her fingers tightened a little, and Theo immediately nodded. “Of course we’re getting married. Silly me.” His brow furrowed. “Although how the hell you’re gonna tell your father that you’re marrying a low-born twit unlucky enough to get himself bewitched for a century or so, I have no frickin’ clue.” He stared at her hopefully.

  “Yeah.” She stared at the ceiling, idly counting the slabs of marble. “Pity you don’t have land or something. Father is real impressed with a good land deal.”

  Theo yawned and carefully removed his balls from her hand. “How does he feel about cash up-front?”

  “Huh?” Georgie twisted her head on Theo’s shoulder so that she could look at him.

  “Cash.” He dropped a kiss on her head and pulled some of her hair out from between his teeth. “You know. Coin of the realm. That sort of stuff.”