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Obvious signs of Leco'thian's occupation decorated the kitchen. Despite nightly attention with a nail file, the dragon's claws always seemed sharp again by morning. Scars covered the linoleum floor, especially in front of the oven and the sink where the fake stone pattern had completely disappeared under a pattern of hash marks. Gouges were missing in the countertop where Echo frequently used his front claws to heft himself upright. Almost every utensil in the kitchen were similarly marred. Even the stainless steel handle of the oven had glittering little trails where it had given way. Elizabeth was surprised that the damage was as limited as it was though; the kitchen was not built for someone Echo's size or shape. How he managed to squeeze his very large self into such a narrow space was a mystery, though it hadn't come without practice. He had pretty much demolished all the original cabinets in his early days. They had since been replaced.

She started to pull out the ingredients and tools for dinner as she mused. Echo was teaching her how to cook for herself since she was away from home so much now. She wasn't in any danger of becoming a movie star yet, but the size of the roles she had been getting was steadily increasing, and so were her paychecks. Still, eating out all the time was expensive; she would much rather be able to make some easy meals in whatever hotel she was staying in. Plus it was nice to be able to turn the tables a bit and set out a meal for Echo every now and then. The dragon was out on his nightly flight and she hoped to have dinner done before he landed.

"We really need to get some new hobbies." Elizabeth mumbled as she started the oven preheating: too much of their free time seemed to revolve around making or eating food. Their house was small though; there wasn't enough room for indoor activities; unless she wanted to count his exercise flights, outdoor activities were off the table. "Maybe it's time to move up." She wasn't done paying off the mortgage, but the house was worth far more than she owed on it, and she was making a good bit more money than she used to. She knew Echo would love to have a place where he could stretch out more. And a house without stairs.

"Maybe I'll buy a little RV too." It had done Echo a world of good to get out of town where he could really be free. Maybe if things took off she could even get some property somewhere and build a bigger place. Something designed with a dragon in mind from the get go. "Hmm, I wonder how much an RV costs?" The idea stuck with her as she finished putting everything together and set the timer on the oven. A quick hop over to the computer and a few quick keystrokes brought up a number of listings for RVs.

"What the hell? Really?" The prices were mind boggling. Even Echo would flinch. "Okay, so maybe a used one." Much to her relief, the pre-owned page was more manageable. It wasn't really a mystery why; she could just imagine newcomers in nice new RV's, completely unprepared for how harsh the winters in Alaska really were. It would be impossible to properly insulate and heat an aluminum box for the winter, or at least prohibitively expensive. Elizabeth herself had been taken by surprise at the costs of heating a home through the winter; she had actually been unable to buy heating oil for a month and survived with two little space heaters and a ton of blankets.

There were only a couple pages of results, but one little RV stuck right out at her. It was much smaller than Anne's, but it would have plenty of room to haul Echo and herself around. And it had a nice sized bed. It was priced low enough that she could probably buy it cash, and there was even enough time in the summer to get a couple trips out before it became too icy. She bookmarked the page to show to Echo and headed back into the kitchen to check on her buzzing timer.

The rush of wind rattling the back windows announced Echo's convenient return. She smiled and opened up the oven as the back door glided open.

"That smells pretty good," Leco'thian purred as he paused right outside the kitchen to stretch, his wings curling into arches and his front claws gripping at the carpet as he dropped his chest down like a cat. He was dripping with water and bit of windblown debris were glued to his scales. Elizabeth hadn't even noticed it was raining.

"Uh-huh. You'd say it smelled good if I was cooking a turd."

"Yes, but I would not eat it. I am more than happy to eat this if it is as good as it smells."

"Well not yet, it's not done cooking."

Echo just smiled and moved into the kitchen, sticking his snout up to the open oven and sniffing, "If it still has to cook you had better close the door. Otherwise all the heat will escape."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and set the timer again, dropping her oven mitt on the counter. "So I was looking up something online that I thought you might like to see."

"Hmm?" He followed after her, his tail swaying happily.

"I was thinking, together we have enough money saved and equity on the house that I could sell this and we could get a bigger lot." She sat down at the computer and brought up the page with the RV. "And I wanted to buy this too; it's cheap enough I could pick it up now, and we could get out and do stuff before the summer is over."

She turned to find the dragon smiling so widely that his jaw was hanging a bit. "I like it Lizzie. I also like all this 'we' business. It's taken a few years, but I think you are finally getting used to being part of a couple."

"Maybe." She said sheepishly.

"I love it Lizzie." He leaned in to nuzzle her neck.

She smiled and touched his cheek, but when he pulled back he had a puzzled expression on his face. "You smell, different. Good, in a way. Did you change something?" He leaned in again, tasting her skin.

"What are you going on about?" Elizabeth laughed and arched away from him as his tongue tickled down her shirt. She racked her brain trying to think of what might have changed, and when it came to her she couldn't help but blush. "Oh. I stopped taking my pill. My cycle started back up." Echo pulled back, looking awkward at the revelation.

"Oh. That would explain it. I have never smelled you while you were...fertile."

Lizzie bit her lip at the sudden silence. Echo's expression of joy turned morose. She knew the dragon wanted children; the topic had come up before. "The enchiladas should be ready in a minute. You should probably go get washed up." She interjected.

The dragon dragged one last breath of her into his lungs before he nodded and backed away. "All right, I will be out in a moment."

The lingering empathy of Echo's pain turned her mood slightly sour, but it wasn't a new pain and there wasn't very much to be done about it. Elizabeth tried to put it out of her mind when she went back to the kitchen. Pride quickly took over anyhow as she pulled out the food; the delicious aroma started to drift through the house. While it wasn't as neat or pretty as some of the stuff Echo made, it still looked more than edible, and good Mexican food was hard to come by this far north. She served up a couple of plates and carried them out to the living room. Eating at the dining table was rare anymore as it was considerably easier for Leco'thian to eat from the low coffee table. She was just setting the plates down when Echo padded out of the bathroom, water still dripping from his wings. Eyeballing his plate, the dragon's tongue flicked out hungrily.

"Don't just stand there and stare at it. Come tell me how it tastes." Elizabeth waved him over.

He didn't need a second invitation. Prancing forward happily, the dragon settled on his rump in front of the plate and picked up the steaming enchilada in his hand. The mess of cheese and cream dribbled down his fingers as he took a massive bite. "Is good." He mumbled, smiling like a dope with ropes of cheese hanging from his mouth.

"You have no idea how ridiculous you look right now," Elizabeth laughed. She doubted the earlier sting had faded entirely, but his mood seemed greatly improved.

"Do too." The dragon bobbed his head wisely, interrupting her thoughts and making the cheese waggle around dangerously.

"You could try and be less messy you know. Now you're going to have to take another shower."

The dragon shrugged his wings and finished off the enchilada he had been holding. "I don't mind showers." He admitted after he'd cleared his mouth and finally slurped up the dangling cheese. "Especially not when you shower with me."

"Well I don't need a shower, because I don't eat like a pig."

The dragon turned a sly look at her, but Elizabeth was to slow to react before he struck. He was a lightning bolt, leaping over the table pinning her down headless of the mess he was making. "Oh! You jerk!" She shrieked in mixed shock and amusement.

"You know you love it when I make a mess Lizzie. Give me a kiss." He started rubbing his nose across her cheeks and licking her, smearing her face with grease and sour cream.

"No! Get off, you brute; you're gross!" She laughed and pushed in vain against the dragon's bulk; much to her dismay, instead of letting her go he started streaking his mess down her neck.

"I just want you to take a shower with me. Is that too much to ask?" He nibbled at her collarbone.

"It's not like I have a choice now anyways, just get off!" Finally the dragon relented, clambering back off the couch. She tried to wipe her face off but only succeeded in getting grease all over her hands too.

A quick prod of Echo's tail in the ribs made her yelp and jump as the dragon herded her. "Hurry along now, we have important things to attend to."

"I don't have to put up with this you know. I'm a grown woman, and this is my house! This is an outrage; I'm calling congress!"

"Like they could do anything; no, this will be faster, and much more fun." It didn't take long for him to chivy her into the bathroom.

"I didn't even finish eating," Elizabeth's complaint was muffled as she pulled her shirt over her head.

"I have something to fill you up."

"You are being a huge perv today Echo." Jeans sailed through the air in a failed trajectory, landing just in front of Echo's forelegs.

"I know. I just feel very...frisky." He trailed off a little as she started to pull her underwear down.

"Aht!" She swatted his nose lightly as he started to drift in closer. "I'm trying to get clean, and you still have a mouthful of cheese-breath. That tongue isn't going anywhere until you brush your teeth."

"A small price to pay." Echo chirped happily as he hefted himself up to the bathroom sink. She had long ago given up on keeping the dragon from joining her in the shower, and this routine was familiar. Of course, that didn't mean the creeping anticipation was any less appreciated. She knew exactly what she was getting into, and she was perfectly happy with the knowledge.

The hoarse rattle of the shower coughing to life filled the room and Elizabeth gladly stepped into the stream of hot water. Winter was not far off, and the temperature was already dropping. At least in their bathrooms they had very nice places to get warm.

Recently, Elizabeth had this bathroom remodeled to be more dragon-accessible like her spa-tub upstairs. The old tub and shower had been ripped out and replaced with a huge walk-in. Floor to ceiling frosted glass walls gave some privacy, and a full length bench ran along the back wall with two different nozzles spraying water in colliding streams.

Echo's task gave her a minute to scrub herself clean of the mess he'd made and sit down on the bench. The dragon entered, smelling of mint and cinnamon. Shivers went down her spines and goose-bumps raised on her arms even in the warmth of the water when he turned to face her; the look he gave her was fiercely hungry. His eyes raked up and down her flesh, taking in everything. Sometimes she took for granted what he was, but being trapped inside the confined space, completely vulnerable, triggered the inklings of old instincts.

She smirked, "You gonna do anything or just sit there and stare?"

He returned her smile and crept a couple steps forward until his chest was wedged between her knees. Lowering his head, he let his nose rest on her stomach, flaring his breath into her navel. Slowly, his tongue squirmed out of his mouth, sliding smoothly over her naked belly. She leaned back against the shower wall, closing her eyes as he teased. With nothing else to do with her hands she started rubbing her breasts, a light massage that pushed the tender flesh around just enough to provide sensation. The motion seemed to attract the dragon's attention, and he pulled himself partly onto the bench, his powerful hands gripping the wood on either side of her hips. Her hands were joined by his mouth. Feather light nips of his teeth across her skin sparked little eruptions of pleasure in her, and his tongue roamed freely over her nipples, into the cleft between her breasts, and up her neck. One of his hands lifted from the bench and wrapped around the small of her back, pulling her up against the warm plate-like scales of his chest and throat.

While Elizabeth occasionally made the mistake of forgetting that Echo was a dragon in daily coming and going, she doubted she could ever forget when they were together like this. There was something absolutely unique to his intimacy. Every motion he made exuded control and dominance, and every one of his features was exotic and dangerous. She knew the claws that traced delicately along her back and the teeth that nibbled tenderly at her breasts could end her in a breath, but never once had she felt out of control with the dragon. Even in his most heated moments, when he would rut like an animal, a single word from her would stop him. This powerful predator could do anything he wished and she couldn't do a thing to stop it, and yet he loved and cared enough for her that the idea of him taking any sort of advantage seemed impossible. The level of trust and control was exhilarating.

Minutes passed as he lavished her with his attentions, but finally Echo decided that the rest of her needed tasting as well. Bit by bit, he inched down her body back over her stomach, his tongue warmer against her skin than the water still falling on them. Both of his hands wrapped around the outside of her thighs, gently pulling her legs apart to expose her to him. The pebbly scales of his muzzle glided along her inner thighs, glistening with water as he rubbed his nose against her skin, taking deep breaths and blowing them over her.

Elizabeth was trembling now, her body had responded to the dragon long ago, but it didn't seem like he ever intended to get to the point. Elizabeth took matters into her own hands. She grabbed hold of his horns and dragged him into her until his nose was grinding against the parted lips of her entrance. "Ohhhhm," a quiet moan escaped her; the bumpy hot scales of his snout were surprisingly pleasant as they rubbed over her sex. She could feel the dragon's lips peel back in a smile; he remained motionless where she planted him. Then he breathed out heavily. His breath was fever hot as it streamed from his nose straight against her skin and made her whole body tense up. Biting her lip, Elizabeth started grinding against him, the texture of his hide delightful on her lips, and more importantly her clit. Echo tilted his head just slightly so that he could glance up at her.

"This is quite the view." He rumbled at her. Elizabeth only responded by pulling up on his horns to give herself more friction.

It felt so bad, using his snout like a toy, but it felt so good too, and it was undeniably working. She lifted her legs, resting them on the dragon's powerful shoulders, her toes flexing into his hide. A slick line of her arousal was starting to trickle down between his nostrils, vanishing with the water. The dragon for his part just watched, holding her thighs and blowing across her in deep and powerful gusts; he seemed content to let her use him how she pleased. Or so she thought. Just as Elizabeth was sure she was about done, his tongue shot out like a bullet, spearing into her sex all the way to the back. The silky warm muscle wriggled inside of her like it was possessed. It was more than enough. Her bottom lifted from the bench as she arched her back and cried out in joy, her insides trying their best to trap the organ impaling her. Mind blank, breath held tight, she pulled the dragon against her so hard it was painful. Finally her body came unwound and she lowered herself back down to the bench and panted.

"Too much!" She whined, trying to push him away as his tongue still swirled within her. He resisted just a moment to torture her before withdrawing. Once again he clambered halfway onto the bench, resting his head against her breasts. "That was new." She mumbled and leaned her head against the wall.

"You taste very good. I think I would rather have you for dinner from now on." She blushed and grinned stupidly.

"Have you been on your pill since we met?" The question was quiet.

"Is that why you're being so horny today?"

"That is part of it. The other part is that I just love being with a beautiful woman."

"You're so cheesy sometimes."

"Yes. I proved my love of cheese earlier. We should get somewhere more comfortable now. There are things I would like to do that require you to be on your back."

"Pushy." She laughed, but reached up and slapped off faucet. The dragon stepped away from her so she could stand though her knees felt so weak that it took her a moment. Grabbing a towel for herself, Elizabeth dried off as she walked. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to break in the virgin downstairs bedroom. "So what things did you want to do?"

"I am pretty sure you know by now." Echo was standing in the doorway obviously ready to go; a quick glance down was enough to notice his cheerfully pink penises bobbing in the air below him. He regarded her for a moment before moving in and climbing up the bed, more or less shoving her down with his chest so that she was pressed with her back to the covers.

"Impatient much? I suppose yo-Oooooo!"

Her banter was quickly cut off by the sudden stretch of both of his shafts sinking into her. Smooth skin led the way, peeling her open, but they were quickly followed by the agonizingly textured bumps that decorated his shafts. Like a blunt, fleshy saw, it dug over her lips and the curve of him dragged over her hood. "You were saying something?" He huffed into her face, even as his lower half rocked forward to complete his thrust, his hips falling flush with hers.

She rolled her eyes, "Pushy." She repeated, wrapping her arms around his neck. He grinned and settled down with his forelegs to either side of her head and his tail tucked between her legs. For a moment he was still before rolling into a motion that was little more than a circular gyration of his hips. There was very little actual movement, but it caused the bumps of his shafts to tug in and out of her and his groin to grind into hers, rubbing against that all-important spot. She took shaky breaths as the dragon pleasured her. Looking into his face she saw that his jaw was clenched tight and his breathing was careful and calculated. He was obviously fighting to pace himself. Just when he seemed to settle into a rhythm the dragon brought his other limbs into play. Curling his wings out partially, he let the tips of them glide and tickle over her sides, even gripping her hips lightly with them; at the same time his tail coiled up and caressed down her thighs and calves like a snake. It was all a fast road to a sensory overload. Having him inside of her was enough on its own. The size of him was enough that he was almost hard to accommodate. She knew from experience that Anne couldn't take all of him, despite her best attempt. The slight mobility of his cocks was put to good advantage. Every time he moved his hips, he'd also twitch and curl around inside of her, so that it was a constant surprise where he would land. Elizabeth's eyes drifted closed as she dropped one hand between them, feeling at the join of their loins.

"Your face is very beautiful to watch when you are being pleasured." He mumbled, flicking his tongue over her lips. Elizabeth opened her eyes just enough to see the expression of joy on his face before closing them again and accepting his kiss. Scaled lips brushed over her, his tongue sliding out of his mouth to dance across her own. His motions were taking a toll on her, and him as well. The once controlled roll of his hips was getting jerky, and his wings were simply clutching her to him while his tail coiled tightly around one of her legs. Even the measured pace of his breathing had degenerated into an uncontrolled pant. Elizabeth was in the same boat; her body was spinning out of all control. Her stomach was dancing with the constant convulsions he was inflicting on her.

"Ah! Echo!" She cried his name and hooked her legs over the base of his tail, trying to hold him to her. It was all she could get out before she locked up again. As soon as he felt her start to tip over her edge the dragon started to piston himself fully in and out of her, drawing out swiftly and driving down hard against her. Even as her body was paralyzed with orgasm she felt him ram himself against her and fall still, driving a torrent of warm seed into her. With her thighs wrapped around his tail she could feel the muscles at the base of it flexing as they worked to pump her full.

As usual, he stayed locked within her as they both grew still. It was something that had taken time for Elizabeth to get used to, but the lingering intimacy was something she'd come to appreciate.

"Hold on to me love, I have to roll over." He mumbled, scooping his wing under her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kept her ankles hooked over his tail as he collapsed onto his back. The two of them retained their close hold on each other, staring eye to eye now. His sex-addled expression of joy was amusing, but after a moment of quiet a frown started to replace it.

"For someone who just got laid you don't look to happy." Elizabeth teased. She knew exactly what was on his mind though.

"Lizzie, do you want children someday?"

Elizabeth bit her lip. "If I could start a family with you Echo, I would. But I'm not going to leave you because I can't. There are plenty of other women out in the world popping out kids; you are more important to me.

The response didn't seem to placate him at all. "I don't know if there are any more of my kind out there. I am afraid that I might be sitting here in this house, and I won't even know that my species has gone extinct."

It wasn't really the romantic pillow talk that Elizabeth was looking for, but the pain in his voice was undeniable. It hurt her heart to hear his spill out his fear to her.

She cupped one hand over his cheek and stroked the scales below his eye. "Echo, I promise that I'll start looking into what I can. Out of all the millions of people with internet, maybe someone has seen something and posted it online. And if not, we'll take that damned motorhome and look ourselves." She kissed him "I'm no private-eye; I don't know that we'll find anything, but I promise you we'll look."

He swallowed heavily and smiled. "It's enough."