Dragon Nest

Chapter 12

"I'm not really his mother you know. I'll resist it but I guess we'll cross that bridge if we come to it," Susan replied, inwardly impressed. She felt reluctant admiration for Annabel who was already on the defence, playing for keeps.

"That's what I said." Annabel said, giving Susan a smile and allowing the heat of competition to cool for the moment.

Chris opened his mouth and let his fork resume its steak-laden path, his dragon mulling over this new information. It appeared Annabel had some inner fire, which was an immensely pleasing revelation.She would make an excellent first, helping him to manage the rest of his females.Disturbed with his dragon's train of thought, Chris stood up quietly and beat a hasty retreat. He walked into the living room, found his chair without turning on a light in the evening gloom, and sat down to think.

Susan's voice carried from the kitchen, where she was telling Annabel to give him a little space. However, a minute later his stunning girlfriend waltzed into the darkened room and planted herself in his lap, affectionately kissing his cheek before snuggling against his warm chest. Chris wrapped his arms around her and held on tight.

"What's up?" Annabel asked after a minute.

Chris sighed, "Just trying to come to terms with all this. My dragon thinks so differently from what I feel should be acceptable. Like just before, he was watching to see which of you would be in charge of the rest of his females, including Susan. She already belongs to him in his mind."

"If that's what you really need from me, I'll do it." Annabel consoled.

"I don't want that for you, Annabel. Damn it, I feel like a f*****g schizo. Like there's me and some douchebag trapped inside my head, and he keeps winning all the arguments. I guess we just cross that bridge if we come to it," Chris confided, exasperated, but at the same time glad she wasn't repulsed by his nature.

"Shhhh," Annabel squeezed him tight around his smooth, scaly abdomen. "That's what I said," she repeated quietly.

After a few minutes Susan called them back for chocolate ice cream. She observed the dynamics between them. Chris guided Annabel back into the room, his claw-tipped hand on her lower back. Annabel sat on his lap, the mechanics of which were a little awkward at first. With his insidiously intoxicating scent tickling her nostrils, she felt a twinge of jealousy as Annabel cuddled up to her son; and knew she was in trouble.

"Chris...." Susan started, deciding to get things in the open now before it became more awkward. "I love you. I'm your mother but you've changed, so whatever happens, there will be no more guilty feelings. As a woman I find you incredibly desirable, you were tempting enough before you awakened; but now ... now you're a different person. You will be with others besides Annabel, it can't be helped. Now I'm not necessarily setting my sights on you, but I won't spite myself from missing out on happiness out of a misplaced sense of moral wrongness, which doesn't actually apply to our situation at all. Think about that."

Chris met Susan's blue eyes straight on as she spoke; had he been made to respond to her, human to human, he would have died of embarrassment. Saved by his dragon who now took over, instead he appraised the raven-haired, mature beauty before him. "I have, and I agree." He allowed a small grin to grow a little wider as he continued to size her up with his rather piercing stare. Sniffing the air, the dragon savoured the scents of his two women, before relinquishing control back to his human side.

Susan, squirmed on her seat slightly knowing that the dragon had scented her. The pull to go to him was strong but she held back, refraining even from a chaste embrace. It was too soon.... Chris needed time to adjust to his new life. Instead, she made quick work of her ice-cream and excused herself, reminding the cuddling lovers to be ready by 7 am the next morning.

Susan quickly made for her ensuite bathroom, stripping hastily and examining herself in the mirror, considering her body. She was pleased with what she saw, aging slower than a non magical human, her generous, slightly pointy breasts had only a little sag, large n*****s slightly high and currently very erect. Her belly was only slightly padded and her waist still tapering, flaring to very womanly hips and thick, luscious thighs. She was only 38 after all.

Exploring herself gently, it wasn't long before she was caught up in little snippets of fantasy centred around her son, stopping every now and then to chastise herself. She considered her thick pelt of dark pubic hair, wondering if he would prefer her shaven ... that was all the craze among the youth these days, wasn't it? She hadn't felt anything but her own touch since just before this exile started almost 15 years ago, always afraid that getting involved with someone would expose Chris somehow. Now her unkempt bush was moist and steamy, wicking up the moisture from her fevered p***y. She decided to leave it; he would know he was with a real, full bodied, sexy woman when they finally acted on their desires.

In the shower, she cleaned the day's stresses away but soon relented to some exquisite self gratification, dreaming the dragon in the house below barged into her bathroom and had his strong, loving, yet firm way with her. With a strangled little scream, Susan experienced the most powerful o****m she could remember, slick channel clenching desperately around her single finger. She collapsed down the wall she was leaning on with a wail, warm water flowing over her body, washing away her creamy juices. For a full minute Susan sat on the floor with her legs stretched wide, her finger as deep as she could manage while she twitched with little shocks of joy, never considering that the subject of her desires now had powerful hearing. Finally she pulled herself together, not a little guiltily and got ready for bed, setting her alarm early in order to get ready for their trip.

***

Chris heard Susan's o****m from the kitchen despite the noise of the shower. Her noises had an unmistakable tone of pleasure that stirred him to hardness in moments, nestled under Annabel's firm butt.

"I don't know if I can handle any more of that just now, babe," Annabel said teasingly, putting a little pout into her tone. "I'm a bit sore after how roughly it treated me."

"I'm sorry, I was a bit rough the second time wasn't I?" Chris apologised.

"Maybe, but it was also fantastic," she admitted with a yawn, wrapping her arms up around his neck. "Take me to bed, I'm tired again."

Chris obliged, happy to hold her close and carry her to his room, his hands firmly planted on her fleshy a*s. Annabel wrapped her legs around him. It was a major turn on that he carried her around so easily. They cleaned their teeth using his toothbrush and got ready for bed. Together they stripped and curled up in bed, Chris spooned behind her, caressing along her soft tummy up to her breasts.

"Are you ever going to change back?" Annabel asked, "Aren't your wings annoying in bed?"

Chris reached behind himself, turning out the lights. "I know I can change fully back into a human, I just don't know how. I guess my dragon will help with that when I need to." He moved his wings around experimentally, trying to figure out how sleeping like this would work. It didn't seem too uncomfortable. "I think the wings will be fine, I'll try to avoid sleeping on my back though. I'm more worried about how I'm going to get to sleep next to these." He reached up to cup a small breast, holding her tiny n****e hostage between his fingers, rolling it gently between finger and thumb.

"Hands off the t**s, neither of us will get to sleep at this rate. Besides there isn't much to hold your attention for long." Annabel sighed, squirming a little. She didn't really want to get too fired up and end up not getting any sleep.

"They're beautiful, perky, cute, sweet, and perfect," Chris whispered into her ear, "just like their owner." He really did love her little t**s, he could appreciate a busty woman but Annabel's were perfect for her. They even had their own equally small areolas with matching tiny n*****s, perfect for him to fit half a breast in his mouth.

"Thanks babe," she replied, turning her head to give him a brief awkward kiss. "I love you," she said, nestling back into his warm body.

"And I love your t**s, Dee," came his quiet reply, not relinquishing her boob.

"You're a dork," she muttered, her breathing eventually slowed as she fell asleep.

Chris lay awake for a while longer, mulling things over and trying to ignore his p***s pressed against her soft rear. Tomorrow he would be forced into the deep water of this new world. He had no plan ... other than swim hard ... and avoid sharks.

The alarm came too soon, jarring them from sleep. Chris smacked the off-switch with a groan. They lay spooned together, a sleepy Annabel cuddling back into his warmth to capture a few more moments of bliss. Just before succumbing again to sleep, Chris roused himself. He switched on the lamp and got up to look for a pair of track pants and then head to the bathroom.

His morning wood hadn't subsided as yet, so he had to manage his flow carefully while he aimed; furthermore, it felt strange peeing with an unfamiliar p***s. In its half-form, the head was more pointed, and the sensitive ridge where the shaft met the broad crown much more pronounced. Combined, these features made it almost look like a thick, cartoon-styled arrowhead. His hairlessness was something else as well, he mused. It made sense, since his body was now covered in micro scales.

Finished, he gave a great full stretch, flexing and then rubbing sleep away from his eyes, until he felt a thump.... One of his outstretched wings had hit the wall. Retracting the errant appendage, he started the shower.

Annabel sauntered into the bathroom. n***d. Without preamble, she sat down to pee. "What?" she asked.

"So we're just doing this now?" Chris gestured between them mutely: him entering the shower, her peeing unashamedly.

"Yeah. I think we're at that stage." She smiled, finished up, and flushed. "Hurry up and get in already, I'm cold."

She pushed him into the shower, guiding his awkward wings through the door and followed behind. They hadn't showered together before, but she had had some inspiring fantasies. So before he could make any further fuss she grabbed the soap and began lathering his broad, cream-colored chest. Washing down his arms and sides, she noted the transition between his purple and ivory colours, as well as the new textures of his micro-scaled skin. Chris spoke nary a word; her hands felt exquisite running over his body, and in combination with the flow of hot water, he was in heaven. She looked up at him for approval every now and then; but he only ever had a broad, toothy smile on his face.

Done with the top half, she coaxed him to kneel so she could wash his face and hair. Then she knelt down behind him and soaped up his wings and the larger scales along his spine. It ended up taking a good bit of time, including a brief debacle when she had started to wash his a*s. Her touch had been electrifying, making him jump and twitch a little, during which his right wing had bumped the temperature control. Finally order resumed inside the cramped space, and yet it remained unclear as to whether they, or the shower box, came out on top. Giggling, she reached around to lather his crotch. He was massively hard. She, too, found herself increasingly excited as she stroked his soap-slicked p***s for a few minutes, under the guise of ensuring cleanliness. God he's nice and big, she thought as her hand struggled to encircle him. I'd better not tease him though. In truth she was still sore from yesterday.

Chris, now panting with pleasure, rested his forehead against the glass wall as water dripped down his face. She stroked him expertly, her body pressed up against his back. Suddenly she stopped. Gripping just behind his crown for a moment, in a firm squeeze goodbye, she let go in order to worm around him until they knelt face-to-face.

On their knees facing each other in the steam and spray, Annabel leaned up to kiss him: a vision of wet, innocent sensuality, eyes closed against the pattering water. Timidly at first, her tongue ventured for the first time into his dangerously sharp mouth, until she realised her trepidation was unfounded. He would never hurt her, so she took a little time to familiarise herself with his newly sharp teeth, especially his short fangs.

"Wash me," she sweetly pleaded.

He took hold of the soap. Looking down at her slick beauty, he paused. Where to start? There was an expectant, almost vulnerable look in her large brown eyes, so he just went for it. Progressing down her arms, he used the rougher pads of his fingers and palms, careful not to mar her soft skin with his talons. She sighed as he caressed her, took care of her, noting the caution he took not to touch her with his claws. Then again she almost wished he wouldn't be so careful; she wouldn't break. After all, the tickle or scratch of a lightly applied talon might hold its own pleasure, mightn't it?

He had been hovering on the edge after her soapy hand job; now touching Annabel so intimately , listening to her contented little noises, set his heart ablaze ... and his c**k on fire, poking her belly. He leaned down closer to wash over her pert little breasts, ignoring the temptation to tweak a tiny brown n****e. Down over her soft, flat tummy and over her thighs and legs, he avoided her crotch for the moment before pulling her close and reaching behind her to wash her back. As he skimmed her firm, peachy a*s, soap in hand, she reached down to his pointed c**k and rubbed it against her abdomen.

Gasping in her ear, Chris reciprocated by soaping her c***k, touching her delicate anus very intimately for a moment before reaching further around to her puffy lips. Kneeling between her spread legs, Chris had direct access to her slick p***y as he reached all the way around behind her, the soap only replacing her own plentiful lubrication. He explored the plump curve of her labia, the tender frills of her inner lips only just peeking out until he ran a finger along to spread them. She was panting against his neck as he gently rubbed her most intimate area from behind, rocking slightly back and forth against his hand. After only a minute or so of this he felt her pleasure rising, Chris made a final lunge for her c******s, pushing it down firmly for a second then rubbing his finger back and forth rapidly, stimulating her soap-lathered petals at the same time.