by Lady Keisha
“April Mowery, you are certainly not your average kind of girl. Then again, I haven’t had the privilege of being with anybody in the last six months. I could feel the eyes on me when I go into town for provisions, but I tried to make tracks, as soon as possible. The way that they stare at me makes me think that they know who I am and eventually the police are going to show up.”
I traced the outline of his package with my tongue through his underwear. It flexed and pushed against the fabric to show enthusiasm for what I was doing to it.
I began to tug at the waistband and he got the idea and once again lifted himself, so that I could pull that fabric away from a piece of meat that looked like it was ready to be devoured. I’m very good at oral sex and I like to use my tongue, as much as possible. I easily traced that vein running down the backside of his shaft with my tongue all the way down to his balls. That masculine and husky scent drew me to him, until I finally took them into my mouth both at the same time.
He was squirming in his seat and began to give off this leaky discharge that I used to massage him with my fingers covered with the sticky stuff. I couldn’t help myself and I licked those fingers clean, savoring the taste and wanting more from where that came from.
“Mmm. You’ve done it now. If you had tasted bitter, I might not have wanted to take it all the way, but you taste like a fine wine that has been aged to perfection.”
That creamy delight was inside of him waiting to get out and I had the correct tools to alleviate him of that burden.
Chapter four
Avery was overcharged. The feel of my lips on him, getting this chance at female loving, had only been a fantasy for him for months. I saw that he was having trouble containing himself and that his knob had swelled to twice its usual size. I knew that even the slightest breeze would have done him in. With that in mind, I backed away and waited for that simmer to come to a boil. Once I was sure that he wasn’t just going to blow off in my mouth, I grabbed the base and brought it down to my lips. My tongue caressed the surface, before allowing it entry into the hot orifice that was awaiting it.
I didn’t even slow at his eight inches, as I let it glide across my agile tongue all the way to the back of my mouth, I didn’t stop until he was in my throat. I let him feel what I could bring to the table, drooling all over his cock and his sack. When I went down on a guy, I did it with a lot of lubrication and it made for a nice sloppy ride that he was never going to forget. It was time to put this to bed. I let go of the base and I was primarily using only my lips and tongue, as a conduit for his boiling seed.
“That is absolutely…amazing. I don’t even know what I can possibly do to thank you for this.” The only thing I wanted as a reward was what I was working towards. I gave it all that I had and I felt it coming and then his hips went into high gear and suddenly his cock exploded, but that wasn’t the most surprising thing of all.
The table actually lifted up and was thrown against the far wall with me guzzling the flood of his cream. I looked up into his eyes and I saw what I had seen when I had first fallen.
Avery was now replaced by a red dragon with outstretched wings and this scaly hide that made me wonder what the hell was going on. I was terrified and I pulled my mouth off of him, knowing that it was Avery, but not Avery at the same time.
He was a dragon. I had a dragon in my mouth.
He swatted me with one of his very imposing wings and I felt myself go flying. Thankfully, I landed on the sofa. He made that same screeching sound that I had heard in my dream, but now I knew for certain that it had been all too real. I wished that it wasn’t, because now I was living a nightmare.
I didn’t even get the chance to properly consume his orgasm and a lot of it had drizzled down my face and stained my bulky red denim shirt. I had thought about making a run for it, but with my ankle injured, I was pretty much a captive audience. All I could do was watch as he twisted his head from side to side on a long, strong and flexible neck. The chair that he was in was rendered into kindling by his bulky frame and then he shimmered, so quickly that it was hard to see it with the naked eye.
I reached out and grabbed the fire poker. I held it against my chest with the intention of using it if it got too close. The dragon roared and ranted, and then calmed down enough to fold in on itself, wrapping itself up like a cocoon. The wings retracted and I saw the transformation, but I still couldn’t believe my eyes. Avery was now sitting there with his hands over his knees, a human once more.
He looked up at me and said “Why did you stop? I can go all night.”
I was stunned. Did he have no idea what had just happened?
I had an idea. I walked over to him and stopped in front of a sideboard. I opened it and rummaged around, until I found what I was looking for. A magnifying glass. One of those old ones that you see in Sherlock Holmes stories. He was a little confused at seeing that his chair was broken into pieces and he was sitting among splinters.
“I need you to stay completely still.”
He didn’t move and I got closer with the magnifying glass, until I saw the two puncture wounds within the tattoo that had been affixed to his shoulder. It now made perfect sense, except that it didn’t. Whoever had killed his wife had left him with a curse and not just the reminder of seeing his girl dead in front of him.
“What happened here?” he asked, looking around bewildered.
I motioned with my finger for him to join me on the couch and I turned to him and took his hands into mine. It was time that he knew the truth, even though he probably wouldn’t believe it. I know that I didn’t and I had already seen it with my own eyes.
“I’m going to ask you some very odd questions and I need you to be completely honest with me.”
He nodded his head and I figured that he was giving me the green light “Have you had blackouts? Do you wake up someplace that you don’t remember going? Do you find yourself dreaming and then waking with either blood or tissue sticking to your fingernails or the taste of copper in your mouth?”
He looked at me in surprise, almost like I was reading his mind. “All of what you are experiencing is because of this bite.” I passed him the magnifying glass and he jumped up and went directly to a mirror.
“I never saw this before.”
“I’m going to tell you what I saw and I need you to look into my eyes so you know I’m not lying to you.”
He came back over and sat back down, still completely naked, although that wasn’t anything to be concerned about under the circumstances. Certainly not for me.
“The bite has transformed you into what I can only describe as a dragon shifter.” I couldn’t believe that I was actually saying those words out loud. In my adventures I’d seen shifters before but never anything like this. It seemed so bizarre, so foreign, and not something that could possibly be real.
“Do you think this is the reason why those guys were looking for me?”
Now that he had broached the topic, I could honestly say that was a pretty good conclusion to make. I didn’t know how to comfort him, but I did what I thought I should. I put my hands on his very strong shoulders and then he leaned in against me and began to weep like a little baby.
“It’s OK, Avery, we’ll figure this out. I’m here for you and I’m not going anywhere.”
Two days went by and I documented everything that we were doing. It was still a little hard for me to take. I was experimenting with various stimuli and apparently pain and REM sleep brought on the change, not to mention oral gratification. There was one other thing that might do it, but there was really only one way to find out for sure. This would give me a way to possibly restrain the beast or keep it from coming out entirely.
I led him into the bedroom and I pushed him gently back onto the mattress, climbing over his frame and dropping the silk black robe that I’d found in the back of his closet. It revealed my naked ebony curves. “I need you to try to stay in the moment. Concentrate just on me and don’t think about the dragon
.”
“I hope that you know what you’re doing. I don’t want to hurt you.” His caring disposition had only made it more necessary to find out if there was a way to pull him back from this abyss.
“It’s going to be very painful for you. I’m going to pull out all the stops and I don’t want you to react with your mind. Let your body do all the talking for you.” I had given him a couple of sedatives and one of those morphine shots that he had been talking about. His chronic condition of back pain must have been why he was spared. Something in his DNA prevented the killer from doing him in.
I kissed his nipples, circled them with my tongue and watching for any reaction that would indicate that the dragon inside of him was going to come out and play. His tongue came out and it was slightly pointed, but then it went back to normal.
“I don’t know if I can do this. You are too irresistible.” I should’ve been able to take that as a compliment, but I knew that this was going to be bad, if he didn’t get a chance to wrangle the beast back into its cage.
“I just need you to try to stay with me. That morphine shot and those two sedatives should do what they are intended to do. Treat this like an experiment. We need to know what is going to cause you to change and if there’s any way that we can prevent it from happening.”
I knew that the window of the living room was now boarded up. When I subjected him to electrical shock, he changed and flew into a fit of rage. His wings expanded and he flew right through that window like it was made of paper. He hadn’t return for several hours. He came back completely naked, covered in blood and holding what looked like the head of a baby rabbit.
He was in a state of shock and I had to do the honors of cleaning him with soap and water. We talked about it for hours and he agreed that knowing what was going to cause the change was the best sort of defense.
Back in the moment, I looked down at his naked body and the way that his cock was now jutting into my crotch. I lifted myself, steeled my nerves and took a deep breath, before sliding down his manly pole. I did not give him a chance to get ready. The best way to do this was by complete surprise. I buried him in my tight sheath and lay there with my legs on either side of him. His eyes became unfocused before boring straight into mine.
His hands gripped my hips and he was holding me steady, while driving into me with such force and ferocity that it seemed almost inhuman. “Yes…fuck me… Avery. Show me the beast, but don’t let it get the best of you. Keep it under tight wraps and feed off of it with your own sexual self. That’s it; you’ve almost got me there. Just a little bit more.”
He was moving at a speed that was nothing short of remarkable. I was barely able to stay in this position, when he suddenly turned me over and spread my legs with his eyes on fire with a lust that could not be contained. He drove into me and it took my breath away. He pulled back out and slapped repeatedly against my clit with the top of his cock before pressing it back up against my entrance. I had my hands on his chest, watching his eyes and making sure that things were not going to go terribly awry.
“This is too much to take…April…” Even with his eyes closed, I could see that it was getting to him and that his shoulders were showing signs of that scaly red hide. His voice had changed an octave and he was on that edge between becoming the beast and staying human. “I think I’m going to…cum.”
“Not without me…Avery… Oh God… YESSSSSSS.”
My body went into hysterics, my legs wide open and my dark chocolate skin trembling underneath his touch. His cock went off like a volcano and the molten lava from within combined with my own juices to become something that was so hot that it felt like it was burning my insides.
I saw a semblance of his wings and then they retracted and that red hide disappeared. We had accomplished our goal.
We agreed that we could not stay here for any length of time. He knew that they were hunting him and for whatever reason they believed that he was a threat to humanity. It was either that, or they were going to experiment on him for government purposes.
I left with him and I sent an e-mail to Eric telling him that I had found the man of my dreams and that I would be in touch. He was very happy for me and told me that if there was a wedding date that he would be happy to be there, as my best man. It was a little unconventional, but I had this funny feeling that the ring would be on my finger before I knew it. We just had to stay out of the public eye and use the techniques that we had learned together to keep his dragon from getting out.
This was the guy that I was looking for to spend the rest of my life with. I certainly didn’t have a clue that I was going to have to deal with a Bruce Banner and the incredible hulk kind of thing. Whoever said that relationships were easy, didn’t have to deal with the emotions of a Dragon Shifter.
Come to think of it…the child I was carrying was going to be a handful. If I thought the terrible two’s was something with other kids, then having a little dragon shifter was going to be something else.
THE END
Pregnant and Rescued[SW2][SW3] by the Cowboy
Chapter 1
Penelope Chavez knew she was in trouble the minute she realized she was pregnant. She worked for a rich white family and the Mistress would throw her out when it became more obvious what had happened. She was worried. Marvin and Lucille had been good to her for the most part while she'd worked there. She felt like she'd failed in her duty.
As a servant, you don't say no when the Master wants attention from you, especially if you want to keep your job. The pay had been okay, and they'd provided her room and board. Knowing that a baby would change all that, she didn't know quite what to do. No other family would take her if they knew about her pregnancy. They'd be afraid she was tainted and it would rub off on their family. Especially if they had daughters. It would also give the wrong impression about what type of woman she was.
Hoping that maybe the Master would be willing to at least give her enough money to leave and go back east to her family so she could have the baby in privacy, she went to find him. She could always claim to be a widow and try to find employment somewhere else. She didn't love Marvin. She knew the first time he'd come into her room that it was a real possibility that it would blow up in her face, yet she hadn't been able to stop it.
She'd been like clockwork since she was young, and now she'd missed two cycles. There was no way she could continue to deny it. Afraid for her future, she went to talk to him and hope that he was reasonable and would help her.
They lived in a rural town in Montana. The family had hired her from back East using the paper. She could read, and she'd been educated. Despite being dark skinned her mother had raised her with a family who'd been open to her learning with their children. She'd gotten the same education they had until she was a teenager, when they went off to finishing school.
Penelope knew the family she'd grown up with wouldn't take her in, but she knew her mother was still alive and might be able to help somehow. Maybe she'd be able to at least help her get a job if she went back home. With the civil wars breaking out though, staying in small towns in the pockets of safety had been ideal for her. But now she felt that traveling back home might be her only choice.
Finding the Master in the study, she went in to talk to him. Praying for the best, she took a deep breath and approached him.
"Sir?" Penelope asked from the doorway, her head bowed as she waited for him to let her come in.
"What is it, Penny?" Marvin asked in a gruff tone as he looked at some papers on his desk. He was a big bear of a man, with a full salt and pepper beard. His suspenders held his pants up and his riding boots were stained with mud. He must have gone riding this morning. Hunting was his favorite past time, next to women.
His wife had never given him children. They always assumed he'd been the problem due to getting the measles as a child, but Penelope knew it wasn't true now.
"Sir, I have something I need to tell you," Penelope said as she came in and shut the door
. "I think I'm pregnant. I wasn't sure at first, but now I am pretty positive. I think the best course of action is to go back home to my mother and try to find a different job. I am sorry for any inconvenience this causes you and the Mistress."
"Penelope, you realize that I can't do that, right?" He put the papers down and looked at her. "Do you know why I was visiting you?"
Blushing, Penelope at least understood the sex part of it, but she didn't understand he had other reasons for it. She shook her head no, feeling confused.
"My wife wants a baby. It was her idea; she wasn't sure that I was the problem. Now we know I'm not and it's her. You can stay here until you have the baby, then you'll give it to my wife. We will pay you well for the pregnancy and for you to be discrete about the situation." He went back to working on his desk sorting through papers.
"I'm sorry sir, but I'm not just going to hand my baby over to your wife. I've already decided I was keeping it. I just came in here to ask if you'd be willing to give me some extra funds for me to get home so I wouldn't bring shame to your household."
Penelope was shocked, and couldn't believe that the two of them would assume they could just take her baby from her. Or that she'd just willingly trade her baby for a few gold coins. She was offended, and it lowered her opinion of them. She was shocked.
"You cannot afford to care for a baby,” the Master said. “We can give the baby a good life, and my wife wants a child. I love my wife and would do anything to make her happy. Even if it means breeding with a servant. You will give her the baby, or we will throw you out on the streets and I won't even give you severance pay. You'll starve to death."
Penelope couldn’t believe this was the man she'd worked for over the last two years. This man didn't see her as a human being, just an incubator for the child he expected her to hand over to his wife. They hadn't even asked her if she wanted to be involved in any of this.