I stared and watched her a good long while, debating whether or not that this was a dream. The sight of seeing her lips sealed firmly around my girth gave rise to more raw pleasure. The more I stared, the more I felt the wet confines of her mouth and the firm, tender hold of her tongue caressing my shaft and head.
There was never a wet dream more visceral than this.
“Koko,” I moaned as I felt the rise of my climax.
She stopped halfway down my length and shot me a glance from the corner of her eye. She slowly pulled her mouth up, releasing my length with a pop, which made me gasp. Koko pulled herself from the bed and backed away until she pressed herself into the wall, her wooden expression never breaking from my eyes.
“You shouldn’t be awake,” she stated quietly. Her long, crimson tail slipped between her legs and her wings beat against the wall.
I pulled myself up and rubbed my forehead before letting out a groan. The world spun like I was on a busted merry-go-round. The light throbbing in my head told me this was no dream.
Everything prior to my blackout played back in fuzzy intervals, then I remembered the wine.
“K-Koko,” I started, “did… did you drug me?”
The dragon-woman dropped her chin to her chest. “Yes,” she admitted in a quavering voice.
“Wha…Why?”
Koko sucked in a sharp breath, her shoulders dropping. Her hand disappeared behind her waist, then her long pleated skirt fell to the floor, exposing her long, slender legs. A pair of black side-tie panties guarded her womanhood and contrasted strikingly well with her pale skin and fiery features. With trembling hands, she slowly undid the clasps on her blouse, freeing her breasts.
The lens of my world was smeared with Vaseline while this surreal fantasy played out before me, second guessing whether or not I was awake.
Koko approached with slow steps. She wasn’t as well-endowed as Neepa or as luscious, but she most certainly had an elegant womanly curve to her chest and hips that went well with her flat stomach. Her wine-colored wings and tail added such an exotic appeal that the sight was mystifying.
She stopped in front of me, her fiery bangs hiding her face.
“What are you doing, Koko?” I asked once the shock of her exposed body wore off.
“My mother is extending an offer,” she said, refusing to meet my eyes.
“Offer? What does that have to do with you drugging me and stripping?”
“If you enroll at Lucinia and submit under my mother’s guidance, she would like to take you on as a mate and a disciple. At least until you give her daughter.”
Charna and I’ve talked twice. Then again, this does sound like irrational dream logic.
“Why me?” I asked, humoring the thought.
“A strong mate produces a strong daughter. If a Resonant is as powerful as the Grand Mage says, she believes you’ll bestow her a powerful daughter.” Koko’s wings went slack behind her and she swallowed hard. “Y-you can have me for now… as a gift. M-mother will have you when she wants, and you’ll have me when she’s busy. I’ll be your personal bed-woman.”
She pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top. Unconsciously, my hands settled on her hips as my erection began to grow against her sex. As my desire climbed, so did my hands, gradually working their way up across her chest. Like the demure and reserved beauty I pegged her as, she shuddered under my touch. The physical attraction I felt towards Koko was strong, but her family life played on familiar emotions of my own. Her situation more severe than mine ever was, yet I can’t censor the deep desire to help her, to comfort her.
I brushed aside her hair to hold her cheek, but froze once I saw the tears spilling from her eyes. She pinched her eyes shut and choked a sob when she went to undo the knot holding her panties in place.
A tsunami of shame killed my desire instantly; in the salty foam of that wave came the stinging fact that this was actually happening.
Before she pulled the knot loose, I grabbed her wrist. “Stop. Please stop, Koko.”
She opened her eyes, fixing me with her crimson gaze, her eyes already growing puffy.
I could never do that to a woman with that look in her eyes.
I scrambled out from under her and hastily covered myself as embarrassment set in.
The irrational request Koko made on Charna’s behalf made me feel so utterly disgusted.
“God, Koko, I… No. I can’t do that.”
“No!” she shouted. “I––You must. I…” More tears fell. “Just… please be gentle.”
She crawled towards me on the bed and I stopped her progress by her shoulder.
My features twisted up in confusion as I saw her words and body language conflicting.
I grabbed her blouse and pulled it together. “Koko, no. I think it’s really fucked up how your mother is making you do this; it’s fourteen different kinds of fucked up. I know you don’t want to do this.”
“Of course I don’t want to,” she snapped. That outburst was so unlike her usual tempered manner that I flinched. She sniffed and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “Mother said I should save my first, to cherish it, but my nest mother says it's the greatest gift.” Her breath hitched on a sob. “I don’t want to give up my maidenhood. But I don’t want Mother to punish me.”
“Just because I don’t want to take you and your offer? Why would Charna do that?”
“Because you bedded the cursed one!”
Koko hugged her knees to her chest and draped her wings over herself, then started playing with the tip of her tail.
“Mother smelled her thick scent laced all over you. She said you deserved more than that withering flower as a bed warmer. She said failure was impossible for me to swoon you over her.” She dropped her face to her knees to muffle her sob. “But if you rejected me, it would be my fault, and by extension it would be my fault for failing to bring you into Mother’s arms.”
“Cursed one?” I asked. Once I caught her meaning, I felt absolutely livid. “Neepa is not cursed, and not a bed warmer,” I said low and slow. “I…” My relationship was still unclear with Neepa. I liked her, a lot, and I do owe her for all she’s done. “She’s special to me,” I said, settling on that for now.
The room titled a little and the cause for my fugue shifted my focus.
“The wine. Is that how dragon-beastkin seduce people?” I asked with ire.
Koko shrank and hid her face behind her wings. “Mother would believe that I seduced you if I had your scent. The wine was meant to keep you and your companions oblivious, then I would relay to Mother that you had your way but wanted to respectfully decline.”
I looked down at my crotch and recalled Koko’s awkward yet heavenly blowjob.
She drew in a breath and let it out sharply, then unfurled her wings to reveal herself.
“Please,” she said in a shuttering voice as she crawled towards me, “just let me and don’t tell Mother I attempted to deceive her. I’m willing to do all that you ask. Just… just please be gentle.”
She reached for the sheet covering me, but I pushed her by her shoulders until she was sitting.
“Al, Please––”
“I don’t want to do this,” I interrupted. Koko’s mouth opened to protest, but I put up my hand. “And I don’t want you to get punished either.”
Koko lowered her pleading arms, then stared at me, confusion borne across her features.
I cleared the imaginary lodge in my throat that was doing all in its power to prevent the ensuing uncomfortableness.
“My uh… scent,” I phrased cautiously. “You just need it, right?
Koko nodded slowly.
“So she wouldn’t be able to tell if you… did it that way? So long as you just have it? Charna wouldn’t take offense to bring it up again, would she?”
Koko shook her head a fraction left and right. “It’s below Mother to do anything bearing a resemblance to begging. She’d bear silent resent, nothing more.”
Seriousl
y? She’s above asking people for things and has to set up some asinine offer so I’d submit to be her toy?
The turbulent thoughts of Charna swirled away as my mind went back on track. The awkward train heading to Cringe-ville.
I steeled myself and said, “What if I just get it myself… then give it to you?”
Koko sat back on her legs and pulled her blouse over breast, but didn’t redo the clasps. Several moments passed before understanding flashed across her face along with a pink blush.
“A-are you suggesting that you stimulate your own genitals?” she asked.
“Taking my turn at the self-serve station, yes.”
Koko turned her head away to gather her thoughts. She rose from the bed and went to where she discarded her skirt. After pulling out a handkerchief from the pocket, Koko came back and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I was going to collect it on this, as proof.” She considered me with her crimson eyes for a moment. “Would you truly give me your seed and swear secrecy?”
My face felt hotter than a forge. I rubbed my neck, then snatched the handkerchief.
“If you don’t tell anyone either, yes, it’ll be our secret.” This is one of those things that should be taken to the grave. “Just, uh, give me a minute.”
Koko sat with her hands on her lap, waiting.
“Alone,” I clarified.
The dragon-woman took the hint and she slipped out of the room. The moment the door closed, I fell back on the bed and groaned.
I stared blankly at the ceiling and recalled the conversation I had with Neepa yesterday. Dragons weren’t noble at all. Fucked up is what they are.
Charna’s incredibly alluring, especially that fantastic chest of hers, despite the cold vibe she gave off. After learning more about dragon-beastkin culture and ways, and hearing the orders she gave to Koko, I’d rather fuck an anthill. That woman was a monster.
Not wanting to prolong this experience further, I went to “work.” Doing what everyone did before the internet, I closed my eyes and let the good ol’ imagination run wild.
Naturally, the first thing I thought of was my first night with Neepa. My mind went blank of everything but the fine details of that moment: the bath, the first sight at Neepa’s luscious curves, her sweet scent, her black, silky hair, and the inviting warmth of her body. The gears kept turning until I felt myself settled in between her extravagantly plump thighs with her nails clawing into my back.
About ten minutes roll by and I give up. I’ve been playing a game of pool with rope. Neepa has been the most striking women I’ve ever slept with, and the thought of her alone would’ve been enough to get my engine going, under normal circumstances. Koko confiding in me of Charna’s orders put me in a sour mood, and it didn’t help that she was actively waiting for me to finish boxing Richard.
You’re really letting me down here, little Al.
The door opened a crack and Koko’s eye peeked through the slit. I hastily threw a blanket over my shame and bolted up.
“Have you finished?” she asked.
“N-no! And knock next time! Jesus.”
“The sedative I used is good for an hour.” She looked over her shoulder. “It won’t be long until your companions awaken. Hurry.”
“I can’t rush this, okay? And you’re certainly not helping.”
Koko shot another nervous look over her shoulder, no doubt staring at Neepa and Eva. After a time of shaky consideration, she opened the door and stepped in.
“W-will it help you go faster if I did?” she asked, looking to the floor.
“What do you…?” I trailed off once I realized what she meant. “No, Koko, I don’t want you to––”
“Not that,” she interrupted, her face turning red. “We don’t have much time. If I help… stimulate you, would you be able to finish quickly?”
I shot a look at my soldier who failed to stand at attention, and then considered my options. With how things felt, I could be playing the one-stringed melody until the song got stuck in my head and still be softer than a Pomeranian spliced with a dandelion.
Maybe if I waited until Neepa woke up and…
No! Excuse me, Neepa, could we make whoopee so we can give Kokoliniasta my semen? That’s a conversation for a bad porno.
Koko crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed with a few inches between us. Her gaze glued to her lap while her tail thumped the bed. From this close, I could really appreciate her long, pale legs and flawless skin. My gaze went up and admired the swells of her chest that were partially covered by her still open blouse, and then up to the sharply defined features of her face.
It was moments like these that I questioned myself for not being put-off by her reptilian appendages. Oddly enough, they seemed to fan the flames of desire. Koko made my heart race, and if I wasn’t careful, then my lust towards her would be as visible as the Empire State Building.
The whole ordeal wasn’t whether or not I was attracted to her; it was how she was coerced into the situation. Also, there’s Neepa. We don’t have a set relationship per se, but it wouldn’t sit right with me going behind her back.
This is a dangerous spot.
I coughed into my hand and started reciting Milton in my head to keep the half naked woman from stirring anymore lustful imagery.
“Koko,” I started, “let’s not jump the gun here, why don’t we think––” I stopped and gasped when her hand slipped under the sheet and seized my cock firmly.
A red wave crashed across the dragon-woman’s face as she bit her quivering bottom lip. With her eyes forced shut, she said, “I-if y-you want to help me, j-just s-sit there s-silently.”
Just when I was about the protest, her hand started working my manhood. The mind-numbingly boring words of Milton’s epic poem did squat in the face of a beautiful woman’s touch. I went from soft to diamond-hard in just a few strokes.
“If it’s not done now, Mother will be suspicious,” Koko continued while she worked me slowly. “ J-just finish quickly.”
I shuddered in her grasp. I was between a rock and a hard place. Having Koko do this to me felt wrong, despite it feeling great, but if we didn’t do this, then Charna would punish her. With everything I learned about her, it must be something cruel and depraved.
For now, the best course of action was to go with it and do what Koko instructed: finish.
The way her delicate and soft fingers caressed and worked me was breathtaking. But Koko wasn’t exactly going fast, instead opting for a slow and steady tempo. My lust was building and my chest heaved from her touch, but the nature of this awkward act of debauchery made me plateau. Six minutes rolled past as Koko jerked me off, not much headway being made.
Irritably, she asked, “W-why haven’t you released your seed?”
Do you have to say it like that?
“I’m trying, okay, this isn’t exactly ideal!”
She made a noise of displeasure. “Would two hands be faster?”
Realistically, no, it wouldn’t. With how things were going, we could possibly be sitting her for the next half-hour. I took sidelong glance of the erotic contours of her body.
“Can I touch you?” I asked.
Koko’s hand ceased moving and she finally opened her eyes, training them on me. They were wide and her vertical black irises almost needle thin. Her mouth opened to argue, but nothing came right away.
“Why?” she croaked.
“It’ll help me be less nervous, because this is making me nervous,” I admitted. “I just like to be intimate when I’m with a woman.”
She considered it for several seconds, and then looked down to the floor with a silent sigh. “Don’t touch my wings,” she whispered.
“Okay,” I answered softly.
Carefully, I reached around and rested my hand around her hip, pulling Koko closer. Her body tensed under my touch, revealing that she was just as, if not more, nervous as me. Still, despite that, her hand went back to stroking me while I held her.
Koko didn’t seem to mind, only uttering the faintest of noises and the tail flinching slightly, the muscles going soft under my palm after a heartbeat. Her tail was so pleasant to the touch; wonderfully smooth, a little squishy, and it radiated heat. In fact, Koko’s body was much warmer than I expected. I noticed it with our hips and shoulders touching, but I felt much more prominently in her hand, which was doing an excellent job of stroking me.
I leaned into her, feeling my pleasure building steadily. I let my hand roam back over her hip, and up along her ribcage. Koko tightened her grip around my length and increased her pace slightly. In response, I reached up to one of her swells and gave it a light squeeze. Not as big as Neepa’s, but certainly enough to fill my hand.
Koko gasped and made another sound, almost like a whimper and a moan.
“Perverted, pig-headed, cretin, rancid fop doddle,” Koko uttered in contempt while still working me.
“What does fop doddle mean?” I asked, my hips shuttering in her grasp, which was bringing me closer and closer to release.
“It means ‘idiot,’ idiot,” she spat. “You wretched, filthy, vile deviant”
“I’m… sorry,” I gasped while my heat climbed.
Having a woman berate me while also jerking me off was producing an odd mixture of feelings. Her words didn’t carry much impact, no, but how her hand worked hard to stimulate me made the whole situation oddly passionate.
My chest rose and fell heavily, I squeezed Koko’s breast, feeling her handed nipple pressing into my palm. She uttered another whimper and her hand went faster.
Faint traces of my seed started to spill from my tip as I twitched more and more in her grasp. Koko’s hand gilded more easily over my length as I spilled more into her palm. At some point she deposited her head on my shoulder and I rested my cheek against her silky mane, both of us growing muddled. More strange noises left Koko’s mouth as I played with her nipple, her thighs cinched together while her hips writhed.
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