Meet the Family
While lacking in yiff, this section brings the reader up to date with the different members of the human family. Skip if you want, but you might want to come back later.
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James stared at the black dragon in at least as much confusion as the dragon stared at him with. This male had fallen from the sky, landed unconscious in the snow, in the nude. James had basically fucked the dragon's footpaws, cum on them, and then while he was trying to run away, the dragon had tripped him onto his bare butt into the snow, and asked him both where he was, and what James was.
Not, repeat, not his typical morning.
Added into the whole equation was the fact that the dragon was showing off his assets in the nether region, his maleness a whole foot long, pulsing and hard in front of James' face. He had never seen something that large sticking out from a guy, though since this was a dragon, he might even be small for his species. There was really no way to know, at this point. Well, he could always ask the dragon what it was, but would that ever be an awkward conversation.
"Hello, sir, is that cock large, small, or average for your kind?" Yeah, like he would ever ask something like-
"What kind of question...is that..." the dragon responded, looking at the human with more confusion, as well as a bit of indignation.
James couldn't help but blush. Of course this would be the time that his mouth would be completely disconnected to his brain, when it would be the worst time for it. One wrong word, and he was sure that the dragon would toast him into ashes. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, James slowly pulled himself to his feet, though he didn't bother to pull his pants back up, since the dragon hadn't commented on that yet. No need to cum stain his pants and get those questions asked when he got home.
Doing his best to keep his eyes on the dragon's face and succeeding only half of the time, he slowly began his explanations. "Um, well, this is Tacobri, and I'm a human. And, if I'm right, you're a dragon, right?" James asked. Now that he was seeing this thing awake, breathing, and moving, he was no longer quite so sure. His books had always told him that dragons were longer, bigger. More like great lizards with wings than anything else.
Shaking his head, the dragon seemed even more confused than before. "What in the Seven Planes is Tacobri, and...a human? That can't be possible, they were all killed off in the Third Tarpivan War. I'm sure of it, I made a study of that subject for my last class..." The black reptile began to trail off, muttering under his breath, turning and looking around the surroundings, the woods behind him and snow below, a trail broken through it to a cabin in the distance.
James couldn't help it. This dragon was just too oblivious, and the fact that he was still here, hadn't flown off, and James was still in one piece, encouraged him to attract the dragon's attention back to himself. He had wanted to meet a dragon all his life, and this was the perfect opportunity. Even the fact that the creature was disoriented was good, because it would make him less cautious, make him more open.
Grabbing the dragon by the shoulder, he said, "All this about the Seven Planes and the Third Tarvanipan War is very interesting-"
"Tarpivan," the dragon interrupted, correcting the human before going back to his mutterings.
"Tarpivan, then. But where are you from? I have never seen a dragon around here, and while you might be a bit confused at seeing a human, you can't imagine how excited seeing a dragon makes me," James said, nearly panting in his excitement now. "According to all the books we have, all of your kind are just myths, legends. But here, I have a dragon right in front of me that proves all that wrong!"
That, more than anything, seemed to get through to the confused reptile. Turning his pupil-less, no iris eyes to the human, he simply stared for a minute, as if he had lost the ability to speak. Finally, he whispered, "Myths...legends...how could that happen..." He whipped his eyes from the human to the sky, as if searching for other dragons, even the ones that would grab him and take him back to die. He couldn't be the last of his species, he just couldn't.
James watched the dragon, and although this creature wasn't human, he could see the signs of panic sweeping over this stranger. Guessing that this was something that was a bit much for someone or something to get used to, he came up behind the dragon, and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to show a bit of support. He didn't know why, but he felt a bit of a connection to the big scaly.
That feeling lasted for about two seconds, because nearly at the moment that he laid his hand on the dragon's shoulder, the scaly male spun around with arms and tail flailing. The dragon might have been confused, he might have been weakened from that long fall, but he was still more than strong enough to give James a flying lesson with a single blow to his chest. Flying through the snow filled air until he hit one of the trees, he was hardpressed to keep from blacking out from the force of the impact.
As he hit the ground face first, he let himself roll a bit until he was facing the sky again, and slowly let himself get his lungs refilled with air. His eyes were filled with the gray of the sky, and the white of the falling snow, at least, until the dragon came over and looked down at him. He was looking confused again. "Are you...really that soft?" he asked, looking down curiously, at least, until James' booted foot came up and knocked the dragon back, holding his snout and barely stifling a yelp.
"What did I do?!" he asked, a paw still rubbing his nose at the end of his muzzle. "You shouldn't have snuck up on me like that!"
James was not exactly full of pity for this creature, particularly since he had just gotten launched into a tree from what he did. He was noticing that the dragon was shaking a bit, though, and while it could have been from the cold, that didn't seem quite right. The dragon's legs were shaking, and when he fell flat on his face without any prompting from James, that kinda was another clue that this reptile was completely exhausted.
Sighing to himself, James walked over to the dragon and picked him up. While he certainly wasn't light, he could tell there wasn't any fat on him, and really not that much muscle, either. Not for a dragon, anyway. He was just light enough for the human to carry him, and thankfully, home was twenty minutes away, so he wouldn't have to carry him for all that long.
Now, just what to tell his family when he came through the door with a dragon on his back...
Andrew sighed to himself, looking up at the clock on the wall. He had sent James out nearly an hour ago for that wood, so where was he? They needed that wood, or the last of their fire was going to go out and leave them all freezing. Already, both of his daughters were staring at the fire, and watching it fade from a glorious flame to mere embers, the tiny flashes of the remaining flames dying even as they sprung up.
Shaking his head, he got out of his easy chair and moved to one of the covered windows of the cabin. If James was anywhere near them in that path he made through the snow, he should be able to see him.
James was nearly back to the house, for which he was very thankful. He had overestimated his strength, or he had underestimated the dragon's weight, one or the other. Whichever it was, it meant that he was near exhausted...and he was getting a bit tired of being poked in the back by the seemingly rock-hard erection the dragon was sporting. While it was a good thing to look at, and might even be something good to play with, he was having a hard time keeping the dragon balanced with it hitting him all the time.
Now that the cabin was in sight, he sighed in relief. Soon he could put this dragon down, and hopefully, he could find a place for him before his parents-
"James! What the...what the hell is that?!"
Looking up, James could see that his father had spied them through one of the windows in the cabin. Sighing to himself again, he continued lugging the dragon forward until he was at the door, and said, "Let me get this thing inside, and then I will explain just what happened...as well as I know, anyway."
His father stared for a minute out of the wooden frame of the cabin, and then shrugged and opened the door. As James pulled the black scaled thing inside and laid him near the fireplace, his sisters, Angel and Victoria, pulled back in a bit of fear. Though they retreated to their father's side, they did continue to stare at the dragon, particularly at his member that was pointing right up like a pole. They had seen penises before, but not hard, and not ones this big.
James's brother, Larry, was coming down the stairs, trying to see what was going on. 15 years old, he was hitting right about the horniest age of his life, which explained why his own pants tented when he saw the dragon on the floor. Larry's scrawny but lanky frame, six feet in height, leaned against the stairwell the entire way down, his blue eyes not leaving the dragon's body...or his erection.
Finally, James's mother came down. A short woman of barely five feet, she was clad only in a white robe, and seeing the dragon only made her wrap it tighter around her. Now that the entire family was gathered around the unconscious, aroused reptile, they all stared at him, waiting for an explanation, particularly his teenage sisters, ages 13 and 14.
Sighing to himself, he explained all of what happened out at the hill, and even included his little point of taking advantage of the dragon. His parents sighed, while his siblings all giggled. Feeling a bit embarrassed, he said, "Are you telling me that none of you would have done something like that? Look at how good he looks!"
The family couldn't help but agree with James there. The dragon looked like he had been chiseled out of stone by a god, and a god of sculpters, at that. Andrew looked up, and then at each of the family, knowing they were all thinking about the same thing. Sighing, he said it just to get it out of the way.
"We'll let the dragon stay here, get his strength back...and in return, he will be our own little pleasure slave."