Chasing the Dragon Ch. 03

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"...what?"

He stood up on the bed. She was still several inches taller than him, but she seemed to shrink as he stepped closer to her. Her shoulders tucked in tighter, and her fists unfurled to lay flat against her slim hips.

"Beez, what are you doing?"

Her purple eyes shimmered as he grabbed her arms and closed. Such a beautiful color, he thought as she shut them. The harder he tried to stand up on his toes, the more he sank into the bed, but then she was leaning down... Her lips were wet, and slightly salty from tears. The boy prayed for the tears not to be a sign of impending rejection, that she was about to push him away.

Slowly, the rigidity she'd adopted at his approach melted. Her shoulders lowered. Her arms relaxed, and he felt her hands on his sides. Mostly, though, he noticed her lips. Their kiss was light. Tentative. Both still so fearful of rejection, they only escalated after several minutes. Her tongue slipped between his shocked lips, and for the first time in his life, Beez tasted someone else's saliva.

He quickly copied her, leaning to the side so his tongue had room to slide past hers. Despite a deep yearning to grope her, his hands held firm on her arms. There's only going to be one first time, his father had told him. Make it count and make it last.

Her hands began to slide up and over his chest, ending with her thumbs touching and her fingertips just shy of the neck of his bodysuit. Her eyes were impossibly large as he pulled back. He'd forgotten how to breath. She looked down, almost fearfully, as she grasped the suit and pulled. The boys hands fell away from her, and she disrobed him.

They stood inches apart, naked but unconnected. He stared down at her barely-there breasts as they rose with each nervous breath. He floated a hand towards her, undecided if he should roam up or down, when she grabbed it and held it fast to her middle.

"Please," she said, her eyes searching his face. "I just want to be a girl right now."

The boy nodded, though he was slower to comprehend than to react. Ah! Up it is. Her hand guided him, held with him, squeezed with him. His fingers pressed into her skin, isolating the mound from the muscle around it. It fit in the palm of his hand. She leaned her head towards him, and with foreheads touching, they both watched as he fondled her. The way her shoulders twitched gave him a kick of confidence, and he raised his other hand up to her other breast. She sighed and leaned into him, mashing her little tits into (and through!) his hands. Her nipples had stiffened against him. He managed to catch both between the folds of his palms, and he dragged them around as he swirled his hands around her torso.

She gave a little gasp, and her hands settled over his, holding them in place. It's too much, he thought. They must be sensitive. Her lips sought him out, and with great sorrow, his hands slid down to her hips. However, his cock had just risen enough to be trying to push up between her pussy lips again. They both gasped this time; her at his touch, and him at how swollen her pussy had become. He'd literally just had a dream like this...

Roxie grabbed his hands, giving them a light squeeze as she squatted and laid down on her back. The boy followed her, kneeling between her legs. His cock was at full attention as she pulled him down on top of her. It occurred to him that vulnerable might have been the right word as she stared up at him, her huge purple eyes locked with his.

"Gently," she said.

The boy didn't need to look down. His cock had reached out to find her. He watched her face transition from nervous, to slightly afraid, to flush, to a longing glance with bitten lip as he slid inside her. She twitched when he pressed up against her inflated pussy. Not a painful twitch, but a just-the-right-amount-of-pain-to-go-with-this-pleasure twitch. One of her hands reached up to cup his face. He nuzzled against it as he drew back. The boy opened his mouth, and pulled her thumb between his lips. Her cheeks glowed.

Her legs were split out beside him, and he felt her bare feet curl in against his back. He settled into a slow rhythm. Make it count, and make it last. He wasn't too sure about the make it last part, but he was certainly gonna make it count.

Her free hand reached out to take one of his, and she planted it on her chest. Flat on her back, they were almost non-existent, but as she pressed his palm down he felt the breast squirm underneath. She writhed and reached for his other hand. Slowly, he put more and more of his weight on the hand on her chest. She pinched one eye shut, and the other one rolled up behind her eyelid until he was able to press down on both equally. Even then, her eye only rolled back down to look at him. Keeping his balance required constant minor adjustments, and her breasts slid up and down over the muscle below, and that over her ribs beneath.

He twisted at the wrist so that his fingers wrapped around her ribs, and she cried out as her nipples twisted against his palms. She threw her head back, and the boy took a long look at her graceful neck. Grip secured, he thrusted slightly faster, although he never more than brushed her pussy.

She huffed, vocalizing each breath so lightly. The boy grimaced as he continued, fighting the inevitable. Everything became tight. His butt cheeks clenched, and his fingers gripped her torso. Hearing her finally tipped him over. The faint sounds she made... His teeth ground together, and with a yell he suppressed until the last possible second, he came. His elbows shook and quivered, and Roxie's cry increased to match his. He wasn't sure if she was finishing with him, but he knew he couldn't keep going.

He collapsed in stages. First one hand flung out to catch himself as he toppled to the side, and then the arm gave out and he landed on that elbow. He rolled a little, and his cock slipped out of her. Finally, he rolled over onto his back. Her leg twined around one of his by the knee. He felt her writhe, and he looked over to see her sink her fingers into her gloriously pink pussy. He reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Wait," he panted.

"It's ok. I can finish myself."

"No. I want to do it." Somehow, her face turned even redder. "Just give me a minute." Her fingers didn't stop, but they did move farther down and much slower. The way her face melted into the pillow as she stared at him was making his cheeks glow too. It was hard to break his stare with her. Just watching her was making the boy salivate. Yes, he definitely wanted to touch her, to feel her, and to finish her. Oh yes.

He took a few more breaths, puffing out the last one emphatically, and whirled around on the bed. He placed one elbow against the back of her knee, and the other down on the bed just beside her abs. Roxie's cock stood straight up. Her foreskin covered all but the very tip. It reminded him very much of her drawings. Not one in particular but the shape of it, a stalk not quite ready to bloom, all alone. She had no balls. Just beyond, her pussy still throbbed and glistened. Her clit peeked out from between her lips, just as swollen as everything else around it.

His focus was on her cock though. It probably was half his size, which kind of did make him feel pretty good about himself, but he smiled knowing he could probably do something with this. If Roxie had a cock like he did, he'd probably run screaming. His fingers began tracing lightly over her pussy, and she moaned. She had said she just wanted to be treated like a girl, but if he got her warmed up to the idea, maybe she wouldn't mind.

His fingers slipped between her lips. They shuddered with each movement, vibrating on a frequency all their own. Roxie's cock straightened up just a little more, and her foreskin pulled back ever so slightly. He couldn't restrain himself any longer, and he swallowed the whole thing in one bite. She kicked out her legs, lifting both of them up off the bed slightly, but she didn't resist. She didn't stop him. She had a musky taste. His tongue had just enough room to slide back and push down on her foreskin, and he felt one of her hands run through his hair.

Good, he thought. His cheeks got a little more heated as he thought about how this looked, but he owed this woman so much. He owed her his life several times over. To hell with owing her this, I kind of like it! His lips pressed against her pelvis. He ran his tongue up and down, replacing and removing her foreskin many times over. Two of his fingers moved inside her. He shuddered as her fingers scratched lightly along his scalp.

Suddenly, her free hand grabbed his cock. He hadn't even realized he'd gone fully erect again. She pushed him. He rolled onto his hip and inch wormed across the bed until she wrapped her lips around his cock. He groaned, and renewed his tongues efforts. His fingers kept a steady beat, and he started bobbing his head in counterpoint. Fingers in, lips out to the tip: fingers out, lips down to the base.

She stayed near the edge, using her hand to stroke him off. His head swelled in her mouth, and he wished she would do more. He twitched his legs, thrusting at her as much as he could, and her hand fell away. He heard her groan around his dick, and she thrusted a little at him too. He lowered his head one final time, sucking as hard as he could and letting his tongue run rampant over her head while his fingers worked feverishly. Her pussy filled his eyes, and it jiggled as she finally came. He was a little shocked when she didn't produce anything in his mouth, but he hadn't really thought far enough ahead to know what he was going to do with that anyway. Her muffled panting rose up in pitch for several seconds before drifting back down to her normal octave.

He'd done it. He'd finished her. He felt an elation in his gut, knowing it was due more to effort than just that he had a penis and was in the area. He could do this.

And then he got a little bold. Her sucking had almost slowed to a stop, and he didn't think he was that far away. He kicked his leg out and rolled over top of her. She whimpered in surprise as half of his cock disappeared into her mouth. He braced himself, sure that he was crossing the line. Sure that she was about to throw him through the door, suit or no suit.

...

...

...

And then she started bobbing her head up and down. He grabbed a fistful of bed sheet in each hand and lowered himself just a little more. She couldn't go all the way, but he didn't need her too. He only needed her to go for just a little longer...

Oh god, just a little longer!

With a ferocious groan that shocked even him, Beez filled her mouth to the brim. His eyes crossed, one lid fluttering halfway down, the other raised as far as it would go. He felt her tongue pinch him against the roof of her mouth as she swallowed, and he fell to his side.

They both panted for several minutes, laying head to foot. Beez started to remember how this all started, with him having drugged her, and he felt a little more uncomfortable. Once his legs got a modicum of strength back, he started to lift himself up off the bed.

"Beez?"

"I should-"

"Stay with me until I fall asleep?"

He looked back up at her. She looked more like she had when he came in than she had at any point since, and he felt that same urge to protect her that he'd felt in the hall. "Of course..."

It was wonderful how good she felt laying her head on his shoulder, one leg tossed over his and an arm draped over his stomach. Sleep was soon in coming for her, but his mind raced and raced and raced. After an hour, he gently disentangled himself and slipped out the door.

He'd been asleep for a week, so the last thing he wanted was to lay back down again. He danced. He did the robot, he did the wave, and he did this little march thing that doesn't really have a name but he likes it. Even if it is a little dorky. He tried to watch a vid, but he couldn't focus at all. He'd had seeeeex!! And it was awesome!!!!!!!

He got horny again a little while later and masturbated. It took him almost 30 minutes to finish.

***

He was eating a bowl of cereal when he heard Roxie's door bang open several hours later. He'd completely lost track of time. She came striding around the corner of the hall, fully dressed in her suit and duster, and the look she gave him took his good mood and threw it right out the window. She walked into the kitchen, and right in stride, stepped up on a chair, and then up onto the table. She kicked his bowl of cereal behind him and stepped on to the armrests of the chair. Beez sank a little as she squatted down to stare him in the eye.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"Uh..n-n-n-n-no?"

"You've. Ruined. Everything."

"What? wha-wha-how?"

"She's in love with you, moron!"

"She?"

"YES! I didn't want to bring you here at all, but she insisted."

"Wait, are you... Are you two different people?"

"What? Do I look crazy to you?" She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Am I two different people. No! But now I have to make extra sure you're safe! As if keeping you from dying wasn't hard enough before, now I'm all...ugh...emotionally invested." Her lips twisted. "I don't really do emotions, kid. Why do you think I normally dope you up with hallucinogens when we fuck?!"

"Wait , what?"

"And you! You're just gonna follow me around even more uselessly now!" She squinted and leaned even closer. "Probably try to do something stupid like throwing yourself in front of a bullet too. Ugh. I was so close!"

"No! No! I'm still committed! I still want to do my part! I promise!"

"They killed your parents, you know."

Beez swallowed hard. One whiff of a naked woman was all it had taken to throw all his well-deserved rage out a window. He colored in embarrassment. She slapped him, and when he whipped back around to stare at her, one of her fingers hovered menacingly between his eyes.

"I am going to kill those men. You can either help me, or get the fuck out of here right the fuck now."

"I want to help!" She leaned a little closer, and her eyes twitched. "I promise!!"

She grunted, and stood up. She frowned at him as she planted a foot on the back of his chair and tipped it backwards. She landed smoothly, continuing on towards the oven as he crashed to the floor. "Sorry about your Wheatie-o's. You want some eggs?"

"Ugh," he groaned, as he rolled over onto his hands and knees. "Yeah. Can we go back to the part where you use a hallucinogen on me?"

"No. Ask me later, and don't spray me in the face with water again. It's just rude."

"Water?! That Motherfucker!"

"Yeah, he's kind of an asshole!"

Beez thought about asking more questions now, but stimulant Roxie was bristling this morning. Maybe this was how she always was in the first little while after taking it. Maybe she really was pissed at him. He'd have to wait and see. It's probably best to save all my really important questions for a few days from now...

She glared at him over her shoulder. ...if I survive that long.

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FranziskaSissyFranziskaSissyabout 1 year ago

WATER …… and BOY thought he is clever and smart …… Hilarious ….. just this “and don’t spray water in my faceagain “ just extraordinary fabulous ……. So now is this a power couple o they both using pills now and kicking bad men’s asses?

OmenainenOmenainenalmost 4 years ago
Fucking awesome!

That’s all I have to say.

Dreamweaver594Dreamweaver594over 9 years ago
Damn good twisted tale!

There aren't many stories, anywhere, that will keep me riveted to the screen like this one did. The wachowski brothers could learn a thing or two here....not counting the second part which was boring. Nicely done. I'm looking forward to the resolution along with all the rest of your fans!

Joscelyn2tgJoscelyn2tgover 9 years ago
I Had One Of The Most Horrid & Depressing...

...Days when I read this story, and was taken someplace else, hallucinogen or wotev,.... just good solid escapist fun. If I knew half of whats being talked about here by all the commenters I don't think it would make any difference, but I love the complexity. Somehow my mind wants to take it BACK in history and not forward... as if a part of this futuristic city was transported back into the middle ages... regressing into a feudalistic society where Roxie has become a knight errant, while Beez is her squire and muse, and the MF? Merlin of course... so good... you cured my ills "Doc", lol! Cheers! --- Josie <3

AwkwardMDAwkwardMDover 9 years agoAuthor
Far be it from me...

...to tell anyone how they should interpret my stories, but I always had Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock in my head when The Motherfucker talks.

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