“Aren’t you afraid of retaliation? The skulls are going to want to know what happened to their new recruits. What’s to say that it doesn’t come back and land on your doorstep” I saw that he wasn’t all that concerned. I think he believed that he was above the law. He had become judge, jury and executioner. This was what most people called vigilante justice. It was not something that I could condone. That was of course, until I was on the receiving end of those bastards that had less than pure intentions.
“I doubt that it will come back to me in any way. Let’s say for argument sake that it does. I think you’ve seen for yourself that I can handle myself. I would rather not make this a war, but I don’t think that it would amount to much.” If it was a one and one fight, I’m sure that he could’ve made short work of them without the use of his inner beast. “Once again, that comes down to what exactly you think that you’re going to say about any of this.” I wanted to chastise him for his behavior, but instead I kissed him and then pulled away. I turned my head in disgust for what I’d done. It was out of character and I felt like I should throw up. This heat was generated between us and it didn’t matter what he was. It was probably, because of what he was. I never acted this way with any other man.
“I think that says it all. Get on and our first meeting with one of the advertisers’ is going to be late. I do hope that you know how to smooth the waters. Use what god gave you, show some skin and flirt with them shamelessly. No, I don’t want to put you into that position. You are my equal and in this business, you have your own say and your own mind.” He wasn’t treating me like a little girl. I was younger than him by 10 years, but I felt like we were supposed to meet in this way.
“I’m not even sure that I should go into business with you. I have, so many questions and I don’t even know where to begin. The main one that I have is, if your parents know about this and how exactly did you come to be what you are?” This was supposed to be a business meeting. I decided to fix up my hair, and do up my makeup and make sure that I was wearing the appropriate attire. The long black skirt with the long slice up both sides was perfect to attract their eager little eyes. The blouse was blood red and made for the perfect focal point in negotiations. Half the battle was knowing your audience.
I got on the back of the bike, feeling a little uneasy, but also strangely excited by being near him. When I wrapped my hands around him, I found them straying lower, until I was grazing his most prized possession. “My parents have no idea. I wasn’t born like this. Let’s just say that I went down to Mexico for spring break a few years ago and things didn’t go exactly, as I had envisioned them. I went there to lose my virginity and got a whole lot more than I bargained for. I met a woman and I know that might sound cliché, but she took an instant liking to me. I thought that it was supposed to be some monetary transaction and she took offense by the fact that I thought that she was some kind of escort for hire.”
I remember the feel of her claws ripping my clothes open and the way that she pinned me to the floor of her tiny one bedroom flat. She had her way with me and then she bit me in the throes of her passion. She admitted to me after that she probably wouldn’t have done that, but she wanted to show her displeasure. I thought that she was joking, but that first night the hunger became too much for me to handle on my own. She was the one that taught me everything that I needed to know about being a dragon shifter.” I should’ve known that a woman would be involved.
Negotiations went better than expected. He had several advertisers’ signing on the dotted line. I think having me there was more advantageous than not having me there. At first, they thought that I was some kind of eye candy, but then I opened my mouth and proved them wrong. I gave them a prospectus, something that they could look over and see the numbers with their own eyes.
After the advertisers had been taken care of, I threw my own cash into the ring. I should have walked away, washed my hands of the whole thing, but I just couldn’t do that.
“If you’re going to be a part of this, then maybe you should see it for yourself. I’m sparring with a few up and comers and I would like you to be there to see exactly what your money is buying. It will give you an idea of how I have been able to live with my condition. I enjoy what I do and I do it very well.” From what I had seen with the 3 punks, he was a professional fighter and knew how to take a punch with the best of them.
When we got to the facility, there was the smell of testosterone in the air. Everybody was manly, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Josh for the life of me. I kept envisioning what he had become. I couldn’t admit to myself at the time, but I wanted to touch it. It sounded sexual and maybe on some small part it was. I was fascinated beyond words. I didn’t want to be some kind of dragon groupie, but who wouldn’t.
“Francesca, I want you to meet my trainer Miguel.” I watched him get into the ring and square off with various competitors. He was very good at reading body language and most often he had the upper hand. There was only one that surprised him and had him looking up at the ceiling after a flip that took him off his feet. He countered that with a leg sweep, knocking the other guy on the ground in a position where he could grab his arm and put it into a hold that made him want desperately to get out. It didn’t look like he was going to and this man was stubborn, until he showed signs that he was going to pass out. When his eyes rolled into the back of his head, he fell unconscious. Josh let him go. He did look pretty damn good in those tiny shorts and no shirt.
The next fighter was bigger than Josh and I could tell that he thought that he was superior in every way. “Francesca, I want you to watch this very carefully. This is where you use the weight of your opponent against them.” He was talking about the man across from him like he wasn’t even there. The guy took exception to that and lumbered forward, until Josh landed on his back with his feet planted straight up in the air. He slammed them into the man’s chest, lifting him square off his feet and then over top of him and onto the floor. The guy had the wind blown out of him, but he still scrambled to his feet ready to go another round.
He swung his meaty paw and Josh merely ducked underneath it. He brought his leg down onto the man’s knee from behind; making him vulnerable to a chokehold that was now locked in. The gloved hand of the huge behemoth tapped his forearm for some kind of mercy and received it. He was not out of control and the relationship between him and the dragon was amazing to see inside the ring. He showed a calm that really didn’t seem possible in relation to what he was doing. I think I saw on his face that he was enjoying himself and even those shots that he did take were nothing that he couldn’t shake off.
He finally grabbed a towel and placed it around his shoulders. The fine sheen of sweat had made me a little bit more excited than I thought that I was going to be. “I get this feeling like you’ve seen something like this before. Could it be that young Francesca has a secret passion for this type of sport?” How he was able to see through me was beyond me, but there was no way that I could hide the fact that I enjoyed this type of thing. “I think that you should get into the ring with me.” Those that had come to play were filing out and before I knew it, we were the only two in the room.
He went into the octagon, motioning me with his finger to join him. I couldn’t believe my eyes, as my feet began to move on their own accord. I was soon picking up a pair of gloves and going in ready to defend myself. I’d seen enough of these fights that I knew how to perform the perfect stance. I turned my body, giving him very little to strike at. I wanted him to know that I was not a pussy. I had one and it was screaming at me to submit to his every whim. It would’ve been nice to do that, but my head and my sex were saying two different things. Pragmatically my head was telling me that he was dangerous and should not be trusted, as far as I could throw him. My body on the other hand wanted to spread my legs and give him a target that he could really sink into.
“I think that you’ll find that you’re not the only one that is full of surprises.” I
actually felt that adrenaline rush that I had seen on television and in the eyes of Josh and those competitors that stood toe to toe against him. He obviously had an unfair advantage, but it didn’t look like he felt like he should be ashamed of that.
“I knew it. A lot of girls that come here for the first time think that it’s barbaric and should be illegal. After a couple of bouts, they begin to get into it. They start shaking the chain links and screaming for blood. It’s all human nature and not anything that you should be ashamed of.” As he was talking, I was trying to find an opening. I grabbed for his wrist, turning it and making him grimace, but he wasn’t backing down. He caught me in the stomach with his knee. It was not much force, but it was enough to relinquish my hold and make me bend over with my hands on my knees. Of course, this left me wide open. Before I knew it, I was on the floor with his crotch in my face. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that fighting with a girl had turned him on.
Chapter four
I could hear him breathing and I knew that he was affected by what we were doing together. The dragon that I had seen before was now raising its head in the form of the fire that I could see in his eyes. For no reason, other than I could, I stuck out my tongue and licked the outline of his erection through his shorts. This made him give off an exclamation of surprise, while looking down at me and wondering what I was going to do next.
“That’s not fair.”
“All’s fair in love and war or haven’t you heard that saying before?” he tried to extricate himself from the situation, but I wasn’t allowing him to leave. I put my hands on either side of his legs, keeping him still, while I used my tongue and my lips to satisfy him with his clothes on. His lip was quivering and his cock was now thumping with a life of its own against the shorts that he was wearing. That thin layer of material was the only obstacle from taking him into my mouth. I was willing to do the deed myself, but apparently he was on the same wavelength.
“Francesca, if this is what you really want, then who am I to argue with a beautiful woman.” That was exactly the right answer to say. He made my eyes go wide, as he peeled those shorts down over his balls. He was still straddling my head and I was able to engulf his two orbs into my mouth for a spit shine that he would never forget. His hard member was drooling something fierce. The sticky substance was now falling in a straight line towards my mouth. I waited with bated breath, praying that it wasn’t going to stop. It continued down to its final destination. If pooled at my lips and I had to let go of his balls long enough to savor the taste of the man.
“I think we both know that this is going to happen. Whether it happens here or someplace else is entirely up to you. I’m more than happy to stay right where I’m at. I think that after we’re done that you wouldn’t be able to look at this place the same way again. Every time that you square off against an opponent, you would still see me lying here with your cock in my mouth or see me spreading my legs in obvious invitation. I would point my feet at the ceiling, as you drove repeatedly in between my thighs.” This was obviously getting to him. The head had turned this angry purple color.
“You do make it an interesting temptation. I do believe that I’m not in any position to go anywhere without scaring little old ladies on a bus.” His erection was showing no signs of diminishing. He was going to need some help to make that happen and I was more than happy to lend a hand, a mouth or even my tight little pussy to satisfy the urge. “You have me at a disadvantage. You may as well take what you want. It’s not like I’m going to do anything to stop you.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” I grabbed him at the base, pulled it down to my mouth and gave him the tight confines of my tight throat to get used to. His mouth was open and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth with his eyes narrowed. He was looking at my mouth full. He had his knees on either side of my head. He gave a few thrusts. I lie there and took the abuse, knowing that I would have puffy and bruised lips in the morning. It was a small price to pay.
“I hope…that you know that you’re driving me out of my mind.” I knew and I was enjoying the fact that I had him in the palm of my hand. “You better be careful, or you’re going to make a very nasty mess. You might have to clean it up with your…MOUTH.” I grazed over his entire length with my teeth leading the way. I liked using my Mexican heat and sexual desires to my advantage.
He suddenly turned and fell forward, until his head was at my crotch. I knew exactly what he was trying to do and I did everything I could to encourage him. I lifted my body and used my own hands to free myself of my clothing. He was doing those obscene pushups that ended with his mouth making contact with my sex. It was an interesting distraction and made it difficult for me to concentrate on what I was doing.
We were in the classic 69 and the excitement of the moment was making me a hair trigger. “Your mouth shows experience and I’m not one to complain… YES…suck my clit…YESSSSS.” His cock was dangling from outside of my mouth. I felt like I was doing him a disservice, but my orgasm was taking me by the throat. There was no way that I could give him my undivided attention.
I lie there looking at the ceiling, as he turned me around on the mat, so that I was now facing him. He smiled and dipped his stick into my hot cavern of lust. I welcomed him, locking my ankles around his waist and pulling him in the wake of a wave of hot nasty juices. “My god…what the fuck do you have in there…an oven?” It was an interesting comment and I think that he was finding out for himself. “I feel like my cock is burning from the inside out. My balls are already full from what you did with your mouth. I doubt that it’s going to take very much to finish me off.” I put my hand on his chest to slow his pace. It was enough to let him know that there was no rush.
The look on his face was priceless. I think he really did think that I was going to leave him with a case of blue balls. That kind of frustration was building up inside of him, until his wings began to peek through the flaps of skin in his back. It looked strange, but also very exciting. I think he got the idea and then his strokes moved languidly between my legs. I was able to feel every inch of him and watch, as various parts of his body began to change to the redskin hide that I had seen the other night.
He turned his head away from me and a stream of fire exited his mouth and nose. It scorched the mat, but thankfully it did not set it on fire. The pools of his pupils were encased in fire and I could see the burning embers from where he was looking down at me.
“I really don’t think that I’ve met another woman like you. You’ve been able to…accept me. You took me in your confidence and your bed.” It wasn’t really a bed, but I wasn’t going to quibble over details. It was kinda funny to see his ears begin to shape like that of a dragon. Half of his body was now the beast incarnate, while the rest was still the man that I had fallen for. It might have been some kind of knee jerk reaction to him saving my life. I could’ve been suffering from a sort of nightingale syndrome.
“Stop talking and fuck me.” This made him smile and his legs and hips began to move quicker. Each shot between my thighs echoed with the slap of our skin, until we were moving together with my body coming up to meet him on each thrust. The feel of him burning was obviously a byproduct of the intense heat that he had to handle each and every day. He touched my breasts through my clothing and I heard the sizzle and looked down to see that the fabric was visibly scarred. He threw his head back with steam coming out of every pore and then he gave me the heated jets from between his legs. I squirmed in his embrace, as I finally let myself go with my inner muscles convulsing around him.
He fell off of me, lying beside me looking like a red beat lobster. His skin was entirely red. The scales had vanished in place of something that looked like a sunburn. I was kind of afraid to touch his skin, but I did. It burned, but it did not singe.
I knew that the warmth of his body was going to keep me comfortable for the rest of my life. It wasn’t long after that that I showed him the sonogram. It was pretty funny seeing his face
go from confusion to recognition. He was going to be a father.
THE END
Stolen for the Alien Lottery
Jeri Anders had just had about enough of life. She felt as if she was at a Thanksgiving banquet and God had asked her if she’d like seconds, to which she replied Nah.
The hospitality was nice. The thought of a long happy life was good, ideally, but the reality of it was that she had reached her limit and was satiated with all of life’s staggering disappointments. At thirty-three years of age, she had seen reached her limit of failed relationships, career mishaps and series of misadventures with her own friends and family. She was still attractive, curvy and with a tummy, but attractive enough to still get plenty of doors held open for her. But all that male attention seemed to go nowhere after a few dates, and that much was easy to learn.
Besides, who really cared one way or the other if she lived or died—at least that’s what her mind seemed to say when people asked her how she was doing.
But being a little too honest with her philosophical and Edgar Allen Poe-esque thoughts was probably a bad idea, since her panicked mother Gracie decided to call Doctor Thomas and book an appointments, stating that her lonely single daughter was having suicidal thoughts.
Jeri tried to explain the difference between blasé and suicidal depression but Gracie wouldn’t have it. Only after Jeri agreed to go to the psychiatrist for one session did Gracie drop the subject. So there Jeri found herself, talking about the futility of life with someone she hardly knew and for no other reason than to please her mother. To say she was cranky was a bit too kind.
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