Dragon 1 Chapter 26 (Patreon)

The party was in full swing by the time we made it downstairs. Girls were dancing around in bikinis covered by white shirts that I had no doubt were going to get wet at some point. Music pumped out of a tower of black speakers as people went around with red plastic cups, filling the sorority’s backyard around the pool.

I had changed into my mandated swim trunks and t-shirt. I blended right in with the rest of the party.

Based on the guys around me moving a little more leisurely than usual with glazed over expressions, Scarlett had gone easier on my drink than whatever they were drinking. I was glad to be able to keep my wits about me; I needed to make sure Scarlett and Jadelyn stayed safe.

The area was an odd mismatch of elegant, permanent fixtures like sculpted bushes and the ornate stone wall around the backyard and very cheap looking and cracked plastic lawn chairs, fold out tables and red solo cups already starting to litter the lawn.

“Stop staring.” Scarlett chided me, taking a sip of her own drink as we meandered around.

“Keeping my eyes open. We have a job to do.”

Her eyes narrowed at my comment. “I could have sworn I put enough alcohol in that drink to make you at least buzzed by now.”

I looked at the cup as if it had betrayed me. “Wait. Could I have a different tolerance now?”

“Very possible.” Scarlet shrugged, but my eyes drifted to the top of her head. I’d already grown used to using her ears to read her better, but because we were in public, they were tucked away once more.

I reached out, touching where they should have been to see if it was part of her illusion ability.

“What are you? Oh, no, they aren’t there right now.” She understood after a moment. A smile curled up on the corner of her lips. “Here, watch this. Hold my drink.”

Only after I took her drink did I realize two things. One, she had that look on her face that seemed to appear right before she caused trouble. And two, I was standing precariously close to the pool given the look on her face.

Sure enough, Scarlett threw herself at me, trying to push me into the pool. If it had been a week ago, it might have worked, but I was at least twice her weight now. And with Morgana’s training and the battles I’d been in, I was getting better at reacting.

I stepped back as she overextended. She must have grabbed my shirt because she was tugged forward with my movement. I dropped the drinks to try to grab her, but I was too slow. She curled in on herself and turned it into a dive at the last second.

Scarlett went a few feet out into the pool before surfacing, her bright orange hair wet and dark as she gasped for air. Her white shirt was plastered to her skin.

Not wanting her to be alone in the pool, I picked up and put the cups on a nearby table and jumped in with her, cannon balling to the crowd’s great amusement.

“Idiot.” She splashed me as people cheered us on.

“Didn’t want you to look silly. Come on, let's get out.” I swam over to the ladder and pulled myself out, turning back to give her a hand.

Scarlett got another one of those looks as she got to the ladder and started climbing out slowly, keeping eye contact with me.

My eyes were glued to her as she made her movie worthy exit from the pool. Her eyes were smouldering, and I was mesmerized. It wasn’t until she grabbed my hand and started pulling me through the crowd that the spell broke.

We got a few whistles and catcalls as the two of us found our way from the party to the house, still dripping wet. “Where are we going?”

“I have some towels in the study room. Come on.”

“What about watching over Jadelyn?” I asked, feeling stupid for bringing up another girl, but we had responsibilities tonight.

“Morgana is out there and so are several teams of her father’s men. It’ll be fine.” She kept pulling me along through the house. I felt a little guilty for dripping on the floors, but I knew the place well enough that I could scoop her up before we went up the stairs to carry her up.

Scarlett let out a small squeak of surprise before she turned and gave me a long, lingering kiss.

“Get a room.” A passing guy teased, clearly a little jealous.

I was still a bit confused about why we’d change out of wet clothes when we were at a pool party. They’d dry if given a bit more time. But Scarlett seemed intent on drying off.

But as we walked through the empty hallways, I started to have a feeling there was more to Scarlett’s plan than just changing.

The door closed, but there was no lock. So instead, I plopped Scarlett on the daybed and picked up one of the desks, pushing it in front of the door.

“Now why would you do that?” Scarlett asked, leaning back with her wet chest stretching the white fabric that offered little barrier showing off the bikini underneath.

“Wouldn’t want anyone coming in, while we are changing, of course.” I stepped forward, pulling her up to stand in front of me. I kissed her again; she was already feeling warm again after being dipped in the pool

She nodded. “Of course, just changing. Why don’t you slip out of your wet clothes?”

I shucked my shirt and tossed it to the side, letting it land in a wet wad. It was quickly followed by my wet trunks, which I pushed to my ankles and tossed to the same area.

Scarlett licked her lips as she took in my body, holding two towels in her hands. But as I reached, she held them just out of reach.

I raised an eyebrow, taking in her still clothed body. “Are you going to get out of your wet clothes?”

“Not yet. Let me help you.” She took one towel and stepped forward, hunger in her eyes as she started rubbing my chest before moving slowly outwards, tracing every muscle of mine with the towel. She was being thorough as she dried my upper body, then began moving south, taking my semi-erect member between two fistfuls of towel and fluffing it.

It didn’t take long before it hardened under her work.

“Doesn’t look like you have any performance issues in this regard.” She looked up at me through wet eyelashes.

“I do not.” I confirmed, my voice coming out rougher than I’d meant it to. It was closer to a growl. My beast felt like he was perched on the edge of a cliff, waiting for more. It was still and silent, like it was afraid that any movement would throw everything off.

Feeling a little pent up after all the teasing, I reached forward, tugging her hips up against me until our bodies were pressed together. Sliding my hands along her waist, I caught the bottom edge of her shirt, sliding it up over her body.

She lifted her arms and let me pull it over her head. “What’s got you all excited?” She slid to her knees, continuing her work on my member, drying it thoroughly as she looked up at me.

I snatched the other towel and pulled her to her feet again, pushing her against the wall and kissing her lips, nipping at them as I used the towel to dry her off.

Eventually, she dropped the towel she’d been holding and reached back to undo her bikini top. It fell to the floor and her breasts sprang free, and I made sure to dry them well, eventually letting the towel slip down to massage them while I kissed her neck. Her moans grew as I worked her breasts, flicking over her nipples playfully.

Still kissing her neck, I slid my hands down her body, tracing just along the top of her bikini bottoms. Her body gave a small shake as her hips thrust forward, clearly wanting more. I ran my hand along the front of the bikini bottoms, slipping lightly into her folds, using the material to help tease her further.

A frustrated moan came out of Scarlett as she reached down, quickly dropping the bikini bottoms to the floor and spreading her legs slightly. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her eagerness.

Scarlette’s eyes met mine, lust filling them as she pushed me back, panting. Her hand came down and wrapped around my erection, pumping it and letting out a satisfied sigh. “You’re really above average in most things, huh?”

I smiled, not minding the ego stroke. I picked her up and brought her over to the daybed, catching the handle with my foot and dragging the mattress out from under the couch. It was only a twin mattress, so there wasn’t that much room, but all I needed was a soft surface.

I laid her down and crawled over her, kissing her tender neck and trailing kisses down to her nipples. I cupped her soft mounds, feeling their softness and letting my fingers sink into them. “You are so damn beautiful.”

Scarlett lay under me, her bright orange hair splayed out and already regaining its wavy quality as it dried. Her emerald eyes watched me as she bit her plump lips and raised her arms, exposing herself to me. Something about the motion and her eyes screamed of submission. The beast in my chest roaring with delight.

It ignited an extra fire in me. I wanted to satisfy every inch of her.

Kissing her nipples one last time, I kissed my way further south as her fingers threaded themselves through my hair and I confirmed that the carpet does indeed match the drapes. My mouth and tongue elicited gasps as I got to work, making her body writhe.

Her scent of vanilla and cloves filled my nose, but with it, a deeper scent. There was something about it that sent the primal part of my mind into overdrive, the need to claim her more fully driving me.

I wiped away some of her lubrication from my nose and lips. “Yes?” I made sure she understood the question.

“Yes, please! Take me, my dragon.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief that vanished as soon as I pushed in. She bit her lip and tensed up.

“I can slow down.” I offered with as much sincerity as I could. In reality, every instinct and hormone in my body was screaming at me to speed up. But I held my body rigid, using my control to wait until she was ready.

“No, just tight. Not used to being with somebody so large. Keep going.”

I pushed her shoulders into the bed and feathered her neck with kisses as I slowly worked myself deeper. As I leaned back up, I realized something felt just slightly off about all of it. “Bring out your tails. I want to be with you fully, as you really are. All parts of you.”

Emotion swelled in her face, and I felt her sex clench around me like a vice before she revealed her full kitsune glory. She looked up into my eyes, searching for something.

She must have liked what she found, because her sex eased and opened up, allowing me to slide into the hilt as her tails tried to wiggle themselves out from under her and get back to swatting my chest. “You don’t mind?”

“Of course not. I like it. It’s who you are, Scarlett. And I happen to like the whole package.” I smiled, rocking back before slamming deep into her, eliciting a small gasp.

Smiling, I leaned down and gave her a slower kiss before I started moving my hips to a rhythm again, her tight, wet sex squeezing me with each movement.

“Then it’s the whole package you get.” The mischievous look entered her eyes again. She held her arms out, clearly wanting me snug against her. Taking the queue, I leaned down, but then I felt somebody else pressing their soft chest into my back. And another set of hands ran over my chest.

“What?” I looked up quickly, almost pulling out, but then I spotted two more Scarletts, dressed in sexy lingerie. They were pressed around me, covering me with soft touches of their own tails and adding to the fluffy battering of soft sensual pleasure.

My beast declared that we do whatever we needed to keep this one. I found myself agreeing and trying not to forget myself in her illusions, making sure the real Scarlett got my focus.

She was clinging to my shoulders, raising and lowering her hips in time with my thrusts, helping me to reach deeper into her.

I kissed her, holding her close as we let our bodies tangle over and over, savoring the feeling of each other. The two illusions twisted around the two of us, adding to the moment without distracting from what we were doing.

The only noises in the room were our heavy breaths and the wet slap of flesh in time to an unheard beat.

“This is lovely, but I think I’m going to need something a bit faster.” Scarlett admitted, her tails picking up their tempo. I smiled, taking the queue. I started thrusting to her beat.

The moan she gave me only encouraged me further. Grabbing her hips to hold them still, I started swinging my hips into her, pulling her down onto me again and again. I chased my own pleasure in her silken vice.

“Fuck. You feel amazing Scarlett.” I groaned as I lifted her hips slightly, constantly adjusting them, trying to get at a better angle. She was a heaven of soft flesh as I kept pounding into her.

I realized through the haze that I’d half lifted her body off the bed by that point as I pounded into her. My body was different now, and I had forgotten just how strong I’d become. I was glad I hadn’t accidentally hurt her or been too rough as a result, but something told me my subconscious would not let that happen.

Knowing that, I decided to experiment a bit with what my strength could do. I hooked an arm around her hips and lifted her off the bed, shifting myself so I was standing on my knees.

“Ah! What are you—” she asked in surprise as I changed the angle completely. Only her shoulder blades were still on the daybed as I held the rest of her weight and pumped my hips into her. It seemed like she tried to speak several more times, but each was cut off with a gasp of pleasure, her thighs squeezing my hips before she pulled herself up to face me.

We kissed as both of us thrust and writhed our hips together in a delicious, discordant beat filled with nothing but raw lust for each other. I wasn’t sure how long we continued like that, but soon I felt my balls tighten and my body build with tension.

Letting myself slip over the edge, I grabbed her hips and squeezed her to me as I emptied myself into her.

The immense satisfaction of pumping my seed into her did something that I wasn’t sure how to describe. Letting out a satisfied grunt, I reveled in the moment's bliss.

As soon as I released, I felt her sex clench down and quiver around my erection, like it was sucking out the last of my orgasm with her own.

I sagged and pressed her back to the bed before wiggling to the side and propping myself up next to her. “That was… I don’t even know how to describe that.”

“Amazing works.” She gave a full bellied laugh that made her tits jiggle in my face. “I just fucked a dragon.” Her fingers went down to and came up with a smear of my seed. “Do you know how much this is worth?”

I paused. I hadn’t really thought about it. “Morgana had said everything about me was valuable. But she never put a price to it.” She also mentioned every part of me, dead or alive, would have enough value to kill me. But that seemed like a post-sex buzz kill.

“Hundreds of thousands of dollars for what you just pumped into me.”

“Will it help you like that?” I asked, suddenly realizing I hadn’t asked a very important question. “Oh shit, are you on the pill?”

Scarlett started laughing even harder. “Your face. Yes, I am. If not, I would kick your ass right now. As for this? It feels amazing. It’s so full of mana, it’s like firecrackers going off inside me constantly right now.” She blushed to match her hair. “They say sex with a dragon is different. I think I get it now. Just feeling your seed inside me sent me over the edge.”

I kissed her softly. “You’re welcome to it anytime you want. As far as I’m concerned, it’s your personal pump if you want it.”

“Careful, I could go make millions off you and run away.” Her hand wandered down my pelvis and tickled my softened member.

It felt nice, but then I felt it hardening again. I sat up a bit, staring down at it in shock. “What?”

Scarlett giggled. “It isn’t uncommon among the paranormal that heal quickly; they recover quickly too. Plus, how would dragons always have so many wives if they didn’t have the equipment to keep them all happy?”

Recovering from my own shock, I just grinned and pushed Scarlett back down on the bed. “Careful what you wish for.”

“Let’s switch.” Scarlett pushed me back, and we rotated so she was at my side while I lay on my back. The two illusions came over and started feathering my cock with kisses and soft touches while Scarlett stayed up by my head. We fell into a flurry of kisses, but she pulled back slightly. “Kitsune don’t heal that much faster than a human. You’re going to break me if I let you.”

I nodded, not wanting to push her body too far. If she needed a break, I was happy to just tumble around the bed for a bit. I was pretty sure the illusions couldn’t offer enough substance to get me off, but they were a very pleasant distraction.