Endangered Ch. 03

"I have no idea Annabel. He's a spell. A very, very powerful spell." Susan watched him roll back over and move up Annabel's arm. This dragon looked powerful despite his stature, it made her wonder how terrifying Chris would be when he looked like this... only forty foot long. The dragon plopped down in the hollow between her neck and collarbone. Annabel reached up to stroke him, but this time he remained steadfastly in place, curled as if preparing to sleep. "What does it feel like now?" asked Susan.

"It's like a warm feeling when he moves around, when he runs it's like a creepy crawly, but I can feel his little vibrations when he purrs. Can I keep him?" she asked, not fully understanding.

Susan chuckled. "Annabel, he's a spell. I don't think you could get rid of him if you tried. We'll ask Chris what it means when he wakes up."

"Chris! Wake up" Annabel turned, shaking his unresponsive body. "He's really out of it huh? How come he's human again?"

"The enchantment he cast was the most powerful I've ever felt up close; I think it drained him, so much so that the dragon retreated back inside him to rest. We'll just have to wait until he wakes up."

"He'll be okay though, right?"

"I think so honey," came Susan's slightly worried response.

Annabel stubbornly pushed his shoulder, rolling him over so he was up against the back of the couch. She got up and adjusted her dress back into position then lay down next to him, wiggling into a tight spoon position. She pulled his limp arm up under her breasts, meeting Susan's watchful gaze, almost challenging her to say something. "Just wake me up for dinner, okay?"

"Okay sweetie," Susan comforted. She would have liked to give Annabel a hug, yet still didn't know if that was safe given her new enchantment. She got up and left the room, giving her some privacy.

Annabel sniffled a little, upset that Chris had gone to such extremes. Why couldn't he be awake to comfort her? It was small consolation that it had all been for her; a spell to protect her. He was so stupid, could have hurt himself. And now, what? Would anyone she touched, burst into flame? Annabel stroked the little dragon at her neck, calming herself. Chris shifted in his sleep, momentarily tightening his arm around her chest. He could still touch her ... of course he could.

Susan woke her later for dinner. Lillian had returned, bringing in some of her own things; and again they ordered from room service. Her professional interest noted the presentation, and yet she wasn't particularly hungry. What of her aspirations to go to cooking school? Would she still be able to pursue her own career at Chris's side? Did she even want to?

Over dinner, she could see the way the vampire looked at her: more calculating, more careful, not venturing near. Lillian would only have a look at the beautiful tattoo dragon from a good distance away.

The little scamp was quite boisterous. He ran down her arm to look at the food on her plate, then raced up to wait by her lips when she lifted a forkful to her mouth. Eventually Annabel pleaded with him to be still, and he seemed to get the picture. Susan and Lillian couldn't help but stare, it wasn't everyday you get to see a disturbingly lifelike cartoon-tattoo. The fact that it was also curious, intelligent, and responsive wasn't lost on Susan. It was a living spell, one of only a few recorded. The implications were vast and uncharted; but she kept any misgivings to herself. They were being watched, after all.

After supper, Annabel retrieved the duvet from their bedroom. She draped it over Chris and then wormed her way underneath to again spoon with him. Still, he slept, which made her worry. It felt a bit icky to be in the same clothes for two days straight.

"Ouch." Annabel muttered, feeling a prick on her palm. She brought her hand up from under the blankets to see the damage: the dragon was just looking up at her.

"Was that you?" Sigh. "Do you even hear me?" Annabel wondered to herself. He snapped his arrowhead jaw again and she felt the pricks of his tiny teeth.

"Ouww, stop it!" It didn't hurt much, it was more of a shock. "You can hear me, understand me?"

The dragon just cocked his head slightly at her, quizzically. "What do I call you?" she asked quietly. "Chris? No that doesn't seem right does it, you're not Chris." Suddenly the dragon playfully stamped his front claws on the ground as would an excited dog. He shot off, up her arm and around her torso, racing laps round and round her body. It felt so ticklish she couldn't help but giggle and squeal, breaking away from the funk her mind had conjured up.

"Stop it you little goofball," she half-laughed, half-pleaded. He retreated to her palm, expectant. "Fine, you're not Chris. Something else, something fun, something clever. Let me think." She crooned down at the little dragon, stroking him softly, a character from one of her favourite childhood books came to mind. "What about...now hear me out. How about Bartholomew?"

Bartholomew flopped over, presenting his tummy for a pet with his legs kicking and his tail wriggling. "Bartholomew," Annabel whispered, cupping her hands around his warmth and bringing him close to her chest, comforted that a part of Chris would always be part of her now.

***

Annabel was snuggled up next to him. That was the first thing he could tell when he woke, mostly because one of her hairs was tickling his nose and he really needed to sneeze. He couldn't help it, he held most of it back but a little "tttssssseeeww" still came out quietly. It wasn't a very manly sneeze.

"Did you just sneeze on me, babe?" Annabel murmured sleepily, waking just as his body had tensed up, trying to hold it in.

"Sorry Dee. It was only a little," apologised Chris.

"Gross." Annabel started, then registered. He was awake. She quickly rolled to face him. "Chris? Thank god you're awake, are you okay?" She grabbed hold of his front and shook him a little before hugging him close.

Chris was a bit surprised at her anxious response. "I'm fine Annabel. How long have I been out?" He thought back to the ceremony, being overwhelmed by his desire to always protect her, feeling the energy sap out of both himself and the dragon, feeling the dragon retreat back inside. 'You okay buddy?' he shot towards his dragon. 'Tired,' was all he got back.

Annabel reached off the couch in the darkness, groping for her phone on the carpet. The screen blinded them both a little before she could check the time. "It's 5:30am, you passed out around 3:30 yesterday afternoon. What did you do Chris? Susan said you cast a really powerful spell on me," Annabel explained.

"No I didn't, well I didn't mean to anyway." Chris started, "I remember I had a vision of you in my mind as I was saying the words, I could feel you reaching out to me so I tried to hold you close. Then all of a sudden I felt myself draining, I couldn't move. Man, it was scary. That's the last thing."

"That must have been the spell Chris." Annabel explained, "It must have cost a lot of energy."

"Oh. Do you feel any different? What happened?" He asked, how could he have cast a spell? He didn't know how to use magic, only the basic principles Susan had drummed into him.

"Well, Lillian tried to touch me and got a really bad burn. She's ok now though." Annabel qualified before he could ask. "Susan said it's a protective enchantment but there's... well you gave me... look I'll just show you."

Annabel turned her phone back on, angling it towards her other palm so Chris could see. "What is it?" Chris asked.

"Shh." Annabel murmured before switching to a more coaxing tone. "Come on Bartholomew, don't be shy. It's your Dad." She could feel the warmth of the little dragon cautiously approaching the light.

"Holy shit!" Chris exclaimed when the dragon's head, snake-like neck, and wings came into view, playing across her skin. Annabel angled the light a little more to expose him.

"Yeah," agreed Annabel, giggling at the now funny memory. "He gave Susan and I a massive fright when we first saw him, he was lying still and we thought he was just a magic tattoo. Then he moved and I just about died!"

"Bartholomew?" Chris asked, the little dragon cocked his head.

"I came up with that yesterday when you were asleep. Go ahead. Touch him, he likes it."

Chris reached down and tentatively ran a finger along the dragons spine, Bartholomew wriggled in delight. "That must be what I'll look like in my full form." Chris intoned, mesmerised by the moving tattoo.

"Susan thinks so, that he's the physical embodiment of the enchantment you put on me. He's so funny though, running all over me. I can feel it, he's warm or tickly. You should have seen him at dinner yesterday," Annabel gushed.

"Sounds like I've got some competition." Chris chuckled, hearing the adoration in her voice.

"I'll still love you a little, you gave him to me after all," joked Annabel. "Thanks by the way, it means a lot that you care about me this much."

"Like I said, babe. I love you." Chris leaned a little to kiss her pretty button nose in the darkness. They lay on the couch in silence for a while, Chris stroking up and down her back occasionally.

"I was really worried about you," whispered Annabel.

"Hey, I'm fine. Okay?" Chris pulled Annabel tight and shuffled a little so she was lying directly on top, he could now rub her back and sides like he knew she loved. "I'll admit, it wasn't planned but now you have your little buddy there and you're my familiar. I know I'll feel better knowing he's there to protect you, even if we don't know exactly what it is he does yet."

"I guess," Annabel admitted. "Just don't do it again."

"What? Express my love and affection for you?" Chris teased, trying to raise her spirits. "Fine. Never again." He stopped rubbing her flanks, taking his hands off her body.

"Chriiiiis," She whined.

"Nope."

"Kiss me," she demanded in the darkness, rubbing her body on top of him, to flush out a reaction.

"Uh uh." He shook his head. He was reaching his limit though; doomed to fail as soon as she had started wriggling.

"Fine, I'll do it myself." There was mock exasperation thick in her voice. Reaching to cup his cheek, she brought her lips down firmly on top of his. Feeling that she had hit her target in the darkness, she quickly employed her tongue to tease his lips, coaxing him to kiss back. It didn't work instantly so she pulled her trump card, the queen of asses so to speak. Groping along down his arm, grabbing his larger hand and pulled it along until she could position it firmly on her proudest feature. In moments he was squeezing her possessively, kissing back too. She smiled against mouth, pulling back slightly to gloat.

"Treachery," Chris muttered, he could almost hear her smiling in the darkness. Losing their little game was worth it to knead her springy butt. To be fair, foreplay can't count as losing.

"You're defenceless against me," Annabel delighted, grinding a little as he found her other cheek on his own. They were at each other's lips in moments, kissing desperately in the darkness of early morning and blackout shades. Tongues mating against each other, sliding over lips and teeth, they sampled each other's passion. With a small moan, Annabel broke for air, he still smelt and tasted like he did when he was a dragon. It was driving her nuts, but she stopped to consider her own breath. "Let me go brush my teeth Babe."

"You're fine. Am I okay?" Chris asked, leaning up to find her in the darkness and peppered her lips and cheeks with tiny pecks. He couldn't dare to stop now.

"You taste great." Annabel replied breathily as he started trailing his little kisses towards her ear.

Chris paused, curious about Annabel's experience. "Really? What do I taste like?" He held his mouth slightly off her skin just below her ear, breath tickling gently.

"Don't stop!" Annabel pleaded, "Fine, umm... you taste and smell different after you transformed the first time. Mmmmhhh, yeah right there." Chris had found the hem of her dress and traced his finger up along her smooth leg, he was now rubbing a finger lightly over her fabric covered slit, tapping down on her outer lips in a light rhythm as he teased her temped pussy. "It....mmmm, you smell wood-smokey, kinda spicy. Your skin tastes like that, I think it's just mostly the smell though. But your uhhh, fluids are stronger, sweeter and hot too, like subtle chilli and cinnamon. It doesn't burn me though. I love it." She tried to get it all out before she lost her mind to his teasing mouth and fingers.

Chris chuckled a little into her neck. "Thanks Dee, I love the way you taste too you know, and that damn vanilla perfume you use is enough to get me a bit hard whenever I smell it. Especially when it gets mixed up with your sweat or when you're wet. I love that smell too babe, your taste even more." All this time he had worked his hand into position, pulling aside her now moist panties he split her tiny inner lips and slowly inserted his index finger into her tight, slippery vagina. "This taste." He breathed as she bucked backward, forcing more inside her with a moan.

He paused to kiss the skin on her delicate neck a little more, he thought briefly that a flash of warmth crossed under his lips but he couldn't be sure what it was. He was painfully erect inside his jeans, he realised he even still had his shoes on. Annabel had had enough of his teasing kisses though. She pushed him down into the couch with her smaller body, taking his face in her hand so she could control their kissing. As she happily shoved her tongue against his, driving both of them into his mouth with a moan, she twitched her hips, fucking back onto his single finger. It was great, Chris had big fingers, but it wasn't enough to get her off soon. Therefore it was just frustrating. Her arousal was peaking and now she needed the real thing inside her again. Squishing her feverish pussy onto his hand just wasn't going to cut it.

"Get your pants off." Annabel ordered, breaking their kiss.

"But wh – " he started to tease her, unaware she had reached such state of need.

"Shut up!" she hissed back, forcing his hand away from her pussy, scrabbling at his belt and zipper, desperate for him. Soon enough, with some awkward help from Chris, his jeans and briefs were trapping him around his knees. She only spared a moment to grab his erection, pulling it up between them roughly.

"Dee, I'm sorry. What's wrong?"

Annabel mashed her lips back down on his for a few seconds in reassurance. "Nothing. Just get this dress off me." He tried to help but she slapped him away, realising she could do it better by herself in the darkness. Her bra was off in three seconds flat and her long hair spilled down over her beasts, tickling a little. Rolling onto her side, she pulled her white panties down and she was nude.

Now it suddenly felt like she had all the time in the world. "Sorry Chris. I'm just really excited, I think it's still the pheromones, only weaker this time. Can we just do it right now? Okay?" She rolled back on top gently, positioning herself over his groin. Bartholomew chose that moment to remind her of his presence, running excitedly around her tummy, dangerously close to her mound.

"Won't hear me complaining," Chris said, running his hands up her sides and over her smooth belly, brushing the undersides of her small breasts. He felt a small pinprick and pulled his hand back, startled. "Something pricked me."

"Oh, Bartholomew bites," she panted, reaching down to position his throbbing rod. He felt so thick and angry in her small hand, dividing her slick inner lips. Then she was slowly pushing down.

"Fffffaaaauuuuck."

"Gghhhaaaa!" Came their combined groans as his cockhead slipped inside her, sinking further and further as Annabel continued to sit, her hands now propping her upright on his chest. She was so warm and tight around him, Chris could only gape like a beached fish as she swallowed him up. It felt amazing, absolutely perfect to be inside of her again. For her part, Annabel loved the way he filled her, stretching her open but with so much more pleasure than their first time. They took it slow, Annabel sinking herself onto him over the course of about a minute. She was plenty wet but didn't want to rush, savouring the feeling of being so close. He supported her, guiding her down as she took him all the way in her warm depths in one deliciously slow stroke.

As she finally felt her ass lightly touch his thighs she squished herself down further, huffing when he bumped her cervix. "Fuck, Chris! That's so frickin' deep, just hold still a sec," she panted.

"T ... t ... taaake your time, babe," he stuttered. Just being fully inside her had him rushing toward an embarrassing finish. "God you're amazing, Annabel. You feel so good, I never want to stop." He ran a hand up to her chest, stroking and tweaking her nipple gently. He reached with both hands and held her pert, cupcake tits lovingly, feathering around her small areolas to feel the little bumps. Her nipples tightened further so he gave another soft pinch again, hitching her ragged breath.

"Don't...." she moaned, rocking her hips slightly. Ready, she forced herself off him about two inches before letting her own weight impale her quickly. "Don't ever stop."

"Never." Chris brought both hands to her hips, gripping to help lift her as they established their slow rhythm. Grinding together on the down stroke, moaning desperately as they pulled apart, only to huff or whimper as they fully mated together again and again.

Annabel loved being on top like this, in control of their pace and angle. He stuffed her so completely when she sat on his rock hard cock, its broad helmet bumping her deepest spots. She twisted her hips in little circles with him all the way inside. It felt delightful to stretch herself like that, feel the warm friction everywhere as her belly clenched automatically, squeezing him.

Her juices were slick on his invading shaft, slowly working down onto his hairless balls and seeping into his butt crack. Now they made squishy, nasty noises when their sexes met and her pubes were a humid, manicured shrubbery. Moaning, she managed to catch herself from being too loud; but Chris hissed and growled, thrust up into her body, pulling her down onto him. It was quickly taking its toll on her.

His cock jumped whenever she ground down onto him, he felt it bump her insides and twitch appreciatively. She felt so unbelievably good, so hot and wet. Her tight pussy gripped him every time he pulled out for a new thrust; she was doing it on purpose. How had she gotten that idea? He couldn't help himself as he used his own position to help them make love, bucking his tingling, slick erection right up into her beautiful snatch.

Annabel took everything he had and loved every second. Pleasure racked her body with each thrust, each muffled slap of their bodies joining was accompanied by a little huff or a whimper. Hands writhing on his shirted chest, she couldn't help scrabble and scratch at him, feeling his powerful muscles tense and flex as she rode him hard. The beautiful creature below her in the darkness was hers to love, hers to fuck. Annabel's clit fired shocks of delight up her body as it hit his pubis while her deepest recesses built a slow burning crescendo whenever his thick glans filled her completely.