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Excerpt from chapter: "Familiar Troubles", by Mysterydude. M/F Dragoness x Human

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"If I..." Ethan studied his hands, unable to look her in the eye, now that the time came to give his answer. This was the hard part. Admitting what he did not know. Facing down his own shortcomings, the qualities he could not possess on his own. Allowing that she was strong where he was weak. "If I agree, if we go through with this, will you be kind enough to show me what to do? I am ah... unfamiliar with your relative er... workings." His words seemed to hang in the air, a vulnerability he had exposed to her, placing him at her mercy. "Would you be considerate of my ah... inexperience?"

The gentle chime of her chuckle raised his gaze to meet hers. How had she managed to draw so close in those short seconds? Her nose nearly brushed his, her claw falling to rest lightly on the fabric of his shirt. "Nothing would please me more, than to acquaint you with my, 'workings'."

Her snort of merriment blew a sweltering gust of wind across his face, making his eyes water in its passing, even as her claws tightened on his shirt. "But, it doesn't work if you're hiding yourself behind layers of cloth." She shook her head, a hint of pique entering her voice, as if he were acting particularly dense. "I do not understand why you humans insist on disguising your true forms with them all the time, and then act ashamed of your own bodies when you do not have them. Now, get rid of this, and the rest, before I lose my patience and remove it less delicately."

Laughing nervously, Ethan gently disentangled her claw, rescuing his shirt from an untimely demise. "Calm down, I only have two of these, you know." Before she could berate him further, he hurriedly pulled the garment over his head, tossing it to the side. The fluttering in his belly increased as cool air touched bare skin, and he felt more than saw her gaze slide across the exposed contours of his chest. "And we aren't ashamed of our bodies, we simply don't flaunt them about, and observe social decency."

Kertala locked eyes with him, a soft thrumming sound escaping her, even as she grinned wickedly at him. "And yet, whenever I get to see how you really look, you adopt such lovely shades of crimson. If you truly aren't ashamed, then you shouldn't mind if I do this." There was a light caressing touch against his stomach, a soft pop, and Ethan flinched as he felt the button on his breeches give way, the tented cloth of his smallclothes bursting out like the cork he'd once seen his uncle remove from a bottle of champagne.

"Was that absolutely necessary?" Ethan said, his voice coming out in a quaver. He grabbed hold of his loosened waistband before she could continue her aggressive advances, keeping his eyes on her face. She didn't appear to have any such regard for decorum, openly staring down at the bulging white cloth. The predatory gleam had returned, and she quivered as if barely restraining herself from sudden, violent action.

"Well? Go on!" she urged. "Enough stalling. I've waited a full day for this! Do you have any idea how difficult that was?"

The offended dignity in her sending calmed him somewhat, enough to take the lead from his limbs at least. Such hardship, a full day of being patient, he thought, smirking, though he didn't dare say it aloud. She could teach patience to a stone, surely. Then all of the stones in the country would want to get up and move, and wouldn't that be a sight? The breeches joined the shirt, leaving only a small layer of cloth between his tender regions and the ravenous gaze of the lustful dragon.

Swallowing hard, Ethan slowly began to remove that last piece of protection, a tremble in his hands that quickly moved to the rest of his body. This wasn't like the usual escapades of exposing himself to Kertala's eyes. There would be no other clothes going on to cover him. He was now doing this solely for her pleasure. Closing his eyes, he completed the task with a quick yank, tossing the cloth to the side. Immediately, he felt the change -the lack of confinement, the open air about his genitals- and he had to fight the urge to cover himself with his hands. She wouldn't like that.

"Much better," Kertala said tartly. "Perhaps next time, we can summon ourselves one of those knights your people used to have. A dead one, still dressed in full plate armor. You can have a race to undress, and we will see who wins."

"Now, is that fair?" Ethan scolded, finding the wherewithal he needed to open his eyes again. Kertala had curved her body into a circle, her head winding up comically on the bottom so she faced him upside-down. His hands twitched again with the urge to cover himself, as he realized how near she was to resting her head upon his erect flesh. He hurried forward to force himself onto a different tack of thought. "The knight could at least be alive, and in light armor besides. I bet I would still win. You're merely jealous that you have to wait to see me naked, and I don't need to do the same for you." Ethan clamped his lips shut before more words could escape, mortified by his own bawdy jest. What had ensorcelled him to say such a thing?

Kertala giggled as she uncoiled herself like a stretching cat, flipping over so she was right side up again. A hunger growled from deep within her knot of emotions, and it didn't take much guesswork to deduce that it wasn't for food. "True, you get to admire me as often as you wish. But, you also appear to suffer from the illusion that you will be roasted alive if you look at me for more than a stolen glance."

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Her delicate wings fluttered, and she rolled to her side, gesturing with her tail. He couldn't help but follow, his gaze landing fleetingly upon the slit on her belly. A bead of clear fluid rested upon the bottom of that elegant curve of flesh, and he felt strangely compelled to stretch a hand out and see if that opening in her body was truly as soft and wet as it appeared. Unsure, he tore his eyes away, looking at the wall instead, and instantly felt the redoubled urging of his loins to examine her womanly attributes in intimate detail.

Kertala huffed. "See?! You allow yourself a quick peek, then your eyes dart away like frightened rabbits. It won't bite you, Ethan, and neither will I." She rested a claw lightly on his cheek, turning him back to face her. The expression she wore was not unkind, but neither was it entirely pleased. "You will need to learn to put aside this ridiculous shame of yours if we are to continue. Don't you understand? I want you to look, and I want you to enjoy it too."

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The wicked grin snuck back, and he started as a feather touch tickled his inner thigh. That tail of hers was deft, and she knew how to use it. "I certainly plan to enjoy looking, and touching, as much as I like, so I advise that you do the same. You need to relax, Twitchy. This is playtime, not a chore!" Forcefully, she grabbed his arm and guided his hand to rest on her chest, a low thrumming noise rising in her throat as skin met scales.

Tension began to seep gradually away, her lighthearted manner mitigating some of his apprehension. "Yes, that's the way," she murmured, as he slid his hand down her chest and followed the contours of her muscular body, tracing the shimmering hints of gold in her coloring from underside to haunch and resting there. "Touch me like I'm alive, not like a statue." Her scales were dry, and their pebbled texture felt curious against his palm -especially compared to the smoother surface of her belly- yet all were very warm to the touch, more so even than his own skin.

As he watched, her breathing quickened, and he felt her quiver. The touch on his thigh moved a little higher, almost mirroring his own movement. Ethan drew a steadying breath, feeling as though he could not pull his hand from her body even if he wanted to. This was, for all intents and purposes, the point of no return. Slowly, smooth as a dancer, he slid his hand around to her belly, pausing a mere inch before his goal. He could feel a greater heat radiating from her womanhood, as if fed by the very fires he could feel in their bond.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured, feeling the need to break the silence, and putting voice to the only thought he currently possessed that had any intellect to it. "I am so happy I ended up with you and not something like Ricket." He shuddered, the image loosening his tongue. "I can't imagine where I would be if I had summoned that sort of creature instead." He let out a soft chuckle. "Certainly not here, where we are right now. With this umm..."

Kertala came to his rescue, smiling. "I haven't had the urge to lick my own eyes lately, that is true. I suppose there would be other benefits to having such a tongue, but that is besides the point. I would much rather have my tail in any case." Her laugh seemed at odds with how the tail in question coiled and wriggled closer to his own sensitive regions, yet he was proud of the fact that this time, he didn't flinch. "And you are getting better at this. We females enjoy hearing how beautiful we look." She held her head high, posing with a regal grace, though the effect was lost with the immodest smirk she wore, and the exploratory way her claws trailed down his chest. "Go on, please don't let me stop you. More practice at it won't hurt."

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"You are a vision, princess Kertala," Ethan fired back, laughing, even though his words weren't in jest. "A shining star, my golden angel." His fingers twitched, inching lower. He could nearly feel the dampness waiting for him now. Groping for more words, a half remembered poem he'd once read came to the surface. "Your eyes bewitch me into your velvet embrace. Your lips call me to nestle against your bos-" He cut off, glancing down, realizing that she didn't have a bosom to speak of. Forging on, he tried instead, "Your tresses so fair are-"

"Also quite non-existent?" Kertala interrupted wryly, her expression quirking. As he winced, she waved a claw at him, chuckling softly. "No, no, continue telling me how wonderful I am. Flattering me is good for you."

He swallowed hard, improvising. "Y-your lovely scales, your delicate wings..." Another twitch, and he was there, the soft heat of her opening cradled against his palm. "Y-your, ah..." A droplet of her fluid rolled across his skin, as warm as the rest of her womanly attributes. Tentatively, he moved in a circle, feeling the velvety lips parting slightly beneath his touch, more of that heated, melting honey leaking out onto his hand.

"Yes, yes!" Kertala cried, a wave of delight rushing through the bond. It surprised Ethan somewhat, to see how much his words and such a light touch pleased her. Emboldened, he opened his mouth to continue, but suddenly found it sealed by draconic lips. He didn't fight, willingly parting his lips this time, and following her lead as her tongue met his. It was a funny thing, agile and slippery, but a warmth filled him as their tongues danced, a tingling rush that shot from his head to his toes, leaving him breathless.

Ethan felt flushed as she pulled back, but this time it was not embarrassment alone that caused it. He felt as though his blood had been replaced with molten gold, an urge arising inside him that was surely as old as time itself. Curious, he pressed a finger into the warmth of her opening, feeling the digit sink into a soft embrace that tried to draw it further. Kertala quivered, a soft thrum vibrating from her throat. Its volume increased as he wiggled the finger, exploring the satiny walls, and she pressed her body against him, resting her head on one shoulder while gripping the other tightly with a claw.

"Is that alright?" he queried, a flash of hesitation slowing his gentle probing.

"Well enough," she replied, sounding a bit short of breath, her sending coming low and husky. "You need not fear, you won't hurt me easily. Male dragons tend to be aggressive lovers, and not likely to prepare a female first, until he is trained." Her left claw landed on his chest, finding his nipple and massaging, eliciting a twitch from his aroused manhood. "Please, don't stop what you are doing. There will be bigger things going in there, after all." He felt more than saw her grin, and he stiffened with a gasp as her tail wrapped around his bobbing flesh, awarding it a generous squeeze.

"As you s-say," he managed, groaning as her body arched, the grip on his male parts kneading deftly. A delightful tingling sensation began to grow in his loins, seeping slowly up his spine as his partner turned lover plied her skill upon him, each squeeze seeming to be in time with a distant drum beat. It pulled him further from the world of rational thought with each resonance, and it wasn't long before she coaxed a dribble of his own fluid from the throbbing tip. Following her example, he stroked and squeezed in time, gratified by each small approving noise Kertala made, all of it backed by the increasing thrum of draconic pleasure.

She's grown so wet down there. I never knew a woman would be so... prolific. His hand was growing slick with her nectar, and it was only when she gasped and thrust down against him that he realized a second finger had slid into her. Taking the reaction as encouragement, he curled his fingertips inwards, testing the soft folds to find the secret parts that made her thrum louder or buck her hips in response.

It's almost like a game, he thought with a smile. Only, it seems that no matter what, we both win. As lovely as the sensations in his own body were becoming, he found himself appreciating Kertala's rising pleasure even more than his own. Her emotions flared inside him, infused with vibrant colour and roiling madly, steadily drawing his own consciousness into their dance of passion and ecstasy.

Ethan grunted as her tail coiled lower about his length, its tip tickling his sac playfully, making him thrust into her grip. Following her lead, he stretched his fingers as deep as he could reach, following the satin contours of her passage to one of the hidden regions he had uncovered within her. Crooking his fingertips toward her belly and sliding them firmly down, he smiled at her sharp gasp, the exhalation hot on his neck. Powerful inner muscles rippled in response, squeezing his fingers inside a grasp that was at once warm as summer and smooth as silk. _ _

"Enough," she commanded suddenly, lifting her head to look him in the eye. Her muzzle hung open slightly, her tongue flicking out in gentle pants, her eyes half-closed. The grip she had on him loosened with a parting squeeze, leaving an aching hardness behind that made his hips twitch involuntarily. "I am more than ready for you, my eager young Magus. I trust you know how things work from here?" She shifted against him, letting his fingers slip out of her as she aligned herself, her gaze intent on his.

Ethan licked his lips, his nerves feeling frayed, but the readiness of his body lent him the strength he needed. "I do, I think. I read a book about it once." His hands moved to her haunches again, a chord of hesitation making him clutch at her scaled hide. "But, 'Tala... Are you sure this is right?" He swallowed. "I understand that the man is meant to be on top when we, ah, begin."

Kertala tittered. "Oh? And do tell, what was it called? How to breed your dragon? The idiot's guide to sex with a spirit partner? Dragons: An anatomy, including all the fun bits?"

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Reddening, Ethan shook his head. "Turkin's exhaustive study of human anatomy, physiology, gynecology, and the sociological customs of species continuation."

The dragon stared at him for a moment, still poised above him, then snorted a tiny belch of flame, her laughter ringing inside his mind. "By the ancient ones, Twitchy! Could you have picked a less likely tome to brush up on your knowledge of women?" She shook with merriment, nearly tumbling away from him into the air, held only by the grip she maintained on his shoulder. "Why, I believe that one was written when my father was no more than a hatchling! I saw a copy of it once, in the imperial library, and nearly fell asleep just reading the title!"

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Ethan looked away. "It was the only book on the subject I could find," he muttered. "It was a touch dry, I'll grant you, but informative enough."

Kertala gave him a pat on the shoulder, still snickering. "No doubt it advised the female to place a hand in a bowl of goat's milk before bedding, and to stand on her head afterwards, in order for the seed to take. The only women Turkin ever saw unclothed weren't terribly likely to be active participants in his studies. Even the lustiest female loses interest once she passes from the world of the living." Wriggling against him a bit, she pressed down, the damp heat of her entrance kissing the tip of his manhood, her tail holding his shaft steady. "Once I have had a chance to train you, we will discuss twining in other ways. For now, relax, and allow me to lead." _ _

It still didn't feel right. She was a dragon! What would she know about human couplings? 'Tala didn't always know as much as she thought she did. Of course, submitting here also meant the hours spent reading that onerous tome were for naught. Maybe if he-

She gave him no more time to ponder or argue. Letting out a soft cry, she thrust down on him, plunging him deep inside her with a single shove. Ethan gave a choked squeak, his hips bucking reflexively to meet her. The slight resistance her inner muscles gave yielded with the feel of fine silk sliding across his flesh, welcoming him in. As if from leagues away, he felt her belly press against the thatch of dark hair at his crotch, the slick velvet walls squeezing around his length. He heard her pleased grunt, and the gentle squelching noise their union made as she squirmed, grinding lower. She'd done it. In an instant, she had claimed his innocence, transformed him from boy to man.

He found he rather liked the idea.

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