Endangered Ch. 05

The President took heart that Michelle was still cognisant enough to use a hidden message, even if he couldn't take it at face value when Beings were involved. If what she said was true though... Maybe he was a fool, but Robert Falconer wouldn't go down in infamy as the man who started the war to end all wars.

"I want to believe you, but what's to stop them from turning around and taking our memories that any of this ever happened?"

It was one of his biggest concerns; they had a very detailed failsafe in place which would trigger if it happened. People who needed to check in with their memories intact daily or very bad things would be set in motion. Still, it would leave them severely disadvantaged at the start of a potential war if their leadership suddenly developed amnesia.

Michelle wanted to tell them that the Beings couldn't do it, that it had been too long. However, the Synod had very specifically forbid her to reveal that. She looked to the dragon in frustration and he gave her a wry smile, perhaps a tiny wink.

"We can't," Chris spoke up.

In the background, Robert and everyone listening heard an angry shriek as someone far away screamed, "How dare you!..."

Recognizable words were drowned out afterwards as an unintelligible argument broke out amongst the Synod.

"SHUT UP!" Chris bellowed away from the phone, taking another huge risk as he flouted the Synod's authority yet again. He'd taken it upon himself to ensure this whole situation didn't go too far south on his account. If he had to step on toes to do so, so be it. "Let me talk to them!"

Ominous silence filled the room abruptly.

"Sorry, Mr. President, as you can see, we're a bit high strung on this end, too." Chris paused, looking around the room to see some very angry faces. He wasn't even supposed to be doing the talking, but he couldn't help it. If Michelle wasn't allowed to tell the humans what they needed to hear, he would tell them. Besides, none of the Synod seemed even remotely interested in talking to the humans.

In the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Reyla snickering.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, the midnight elf couldn't help but laugh as the young hatchling overrode the Synod, an organization she'd always abhorred since it became dominated by the 'high' elf council. Perhaps he didn't know what powerful enemies he might be making, perhaps he didn't care. Either way, it only endeared the dragon to her further. She was going to tame him, claim him for herself one day.

"Radek is a clever bastard," Chris continued. "It's been about four to six months since you all found out about us. I don't understand the magic involved but apparently it's harder and harder to remove specific memories as time goes on, especially when they are reinforced by more thought and constant reminders. It can also be very damaging, even deadly. We simply don't think we would get away with a global memory wipe of the world's political and military leaders, believe me, it's been the topic of some very healthy argument. Besides, we're scared you'll nuke us or something."

The President paused, weighing the information the courageous young man had just given them, before he allowed himself a sigh of relief.

"Christopher, that's very relieving to hear. Thank you. I want everyone listening to consider that this is exactly the kind of honesty we are going to need to get through this. I would be very disappointed if you were punished for explaining that to us. It puts to rest one of our biggest fears about dealing with you peop... Beings."

The President decided he already liked this young man and as he spoke, a collective wave of relaxation flowed around the room of humans. Shoulders became unhunched, buttocks unclenched. Perhaps a Being attack wasn't imminent.

"Thank you, Sir," Chris replied. Only recently a true Being, he was thrilled to be talking with the President, but the dragon helped him keep his cool in the high pressure situation.

"You're welcome. Now, I can assume you aren't responsible for making decisions on behalf of all Beings, Chris, although perhaps those who are listening are?"

"Yes," Chris looked around for help but still no one spoke up.

"How about this," President Falconer said. "Why don't we all back down for the moment and collect our thoughts. It's been a trying day but I'd say that first contact has staved off any immediate, impending disaster. We will not strike unless we detect aggressive actions on your behest, but let me assure you all, you don't want to deal with the fallout if we do. With peace in mind, both parties should take a while to come up with some initial goals, terms we can hopefully start working on to achieve a global revelation of this, this 'Secret.'"

Looking around the room, Robert noted the atmosphere had changed entirely. At least they had some idea what the Beings were thinking, rather than waiting in the dark to be struck down.

"There's no chance you'd just forget about this entire thing and let us continue as we are?" Chris had to ask.

The President allowed himself a chuckle. "I'm afraid not. This is too big to become a conspiracy. We are truly interested in peace if it's possible. One of the first things we realized was that you all have legitimate claims to live in peace as you need to. Heck, from what we can tell, you're all legal citizens of the countries you reside in."

"You want a global revelation, but you must understand that you can't just do this overnight," Chris warned. "We'll need to have infrastructure and management in place before the public finds out. We're going to have to be careful about things on our end too."

"Of course, this will probably take months to put in place as we bring in other governments around the world. Although, I imagine there are some countries we'll have to leave in the dark, North Korea comes to mind," the President thought out loud.

"We could probably help with problems like that," Chris looked around the room for reassurance, finally receiving a couple of nods. "Okay, so we'll call again tomorrow once we've had a chance to discuss what our terms are."

"I'll call this number again at noon EST tomorrow," Michelle clarified. "Thank you for hearing us out, Sir. Remember, cut all ties with Radek and re-examine everything he gave us."

"We will," said the President. "And Michelle, I'm glad you made it out okay."

***

Chris got a very stern scolding from the Synod.

He knew he'd overstepped but hoped that it would be worth it in the end. Standing there, he couldn't help think that they were getting caught up in the details, stalling for excuses.

What did it matter if he'd weakened their position by telling them about how memory removal worked? If they were serious about peace, they should be serious about it at the start and give humans a reason to trust them. No one else had stepped up to the plate and no one had stopped him from doing so either. Yet it seemed that that was somehow his fault, too.

Perhaps he still considered himself a human.

"You have no place negotiating on behalf of all Beings, and revealing our capabilities to the humans was a stupid mistake. It speaks to your inexperience, boy." Eramir delivered his verdict with a sly smile, enjoying having the young dragon pinned under his authority even from thousands of miles away. This could prove useful against Reyla, too, should ever step out of bounds as well. "Flouting our authority again will be met with punishment."

"I apologize for overstepping the Synod's authority but I did what I thought I needed to to put the humans at ease," Chris reasoned while trying not to let the elf's self-righteous expression get to him. "They will never trust us if we don't deal squarely with them; holding a false threat over their heads isn't going to help."

"You may have a point, young dragon, but those decisions are for us to make, not you," spoke a middle-aged witch sternly.

"I'm sorry," he repeated. "You will have to talk to them eventually. I hope you can take Michelle's advice to heart when you do."

Meanwhile, Reyla and John Guthrie could barely keep smiles off their faces. The young dragon had stepped on some powerful toes, but it was entertaining to see the rest of the Synod at such a loss while the youngster negotiated peace on their behalf. Having recently been almost completely human, he was probably the best choice they had. How were millennia-old Beings supposed to relate to modern human concerns?

Chris and his party where dismissed as the Synod planned to continue discussion late. Already, someone was debating that a full revelation wasn't the best option, however from what Chris could hear, it seemed like most of the Synod knew it was probably their only option.

As he started towards the exit, Chris noticed Michelle was still standing around, looking a bit lost.

"Hey, are you coming?"

"I ... ah, don't have anywhere to go."

Chris chuckled; she really mustn't think much of him and didn't quite understand what being his familiar would entail.

"Sure you do. You can stay with us for as long as you want, at least until you figure out what you want to do with yourself. However, I suspect you'll be very busy for the next months acting as a negotiator."

She thought about that for a moment. Perhaps... yes, she did have a useful place for herself in this new world. The dragon was already walking away, his arm wrapped possessively around Annabel's waist with Susan and Lillian following along behind.

She hurried to catch up.

***

"Come on, Baby, how can you say no?" Annabel cooed seductively in his ear.

She wriggled her soft, slender body down on top of him. He could feel her smooth skin teasing him ridiculously, the heat of her moist nethers against his testicles, so close to his erection, currently trapped against her supple navel.

"Don't tell me you don't want to, I can feel that you do," she continued directly against his neck, kissing and nibbling the dragon's creamy throat.

"I know, Dee, but I'm really tired and want to think clearly for a bit without falling straight to sleep afterwards. Can we please just wait until tomorrow?"

Chris could barely believe the words coming out of his own mouth; he would have slapped himself if it hadn't been for the day's events. His arrest, his escape, a new familiar, the prospect of a global revelation... and Radek.

As it was, he could barely resist as she slowly slid her entire naked body around on top of his in their bed, her skin sending shivers through him as it rubbed against his.

"But I missed you," Annabel pouted purposefully, knowing it was likely to make him combust.

She could understand that he wanted time to just think, but the fear and excitement she'd experienced with him getting attacked then arrested had her body highly strung, anxious, and obscenely horny. She needed some physical reassurance. Now reunited, with the naked dragon on his back, his delicious scent in her mouth and wings splayed out slightly on the bed with her pretty much sitting on his impressive crotch... he said he didn't want to.

"I was gone two days," Chris chuckled, followed by a yawn. He was really worn out, having been interrogated twice, not to mention teleporting over a thousand miles while carrying Michelle.

"You were shot at, arrested, and in case you'd forgotten, we were engaged," Annabel rebutted. "It was an eventful two days."

She sat up a little, reaching above his head to put her hands on his purple forewings, holding him down onto the bed as she contemplated forcing herself on him. Her puckered little nipples were practically poking his eyes out and he wouldn't even suck them; he was being particularly stubborn for some reason. Was he doing this to her on purpose?

"Please?" she whined, rocking on top of him, crushing her swollen, moist labia on the underside of his thick shaft. Her entire body was about to overheat with desire.

Chris let out a heavy breath, but his dragon had an interesting idea so he ceded some control. He wasn't going to give in, but the least he could do was get her off. With his hands on her sides, he indicated he wanted her to turn around, which she did with an excited little yip. She loved cowgirl but they'd never tried reverse!

Annabel held herself up, reaching for his penis to impale herself in this exciting new position but one of his powerful arms wrapped up around her chest and pulled her back against him. She was lying on her back on top of him, her ass cheeks making a snug cocoon for his hot erection while her head rested on his shoulder.

A purple hand snaked down her right side, slow with an almost ticklish touch. It glided across her tummy, causing her breath to hitch as it started playing its way downwards through her short, trimmed brown curls, until he cupped her feverish mound, covering it entirely. She was so wet already that his hand slipped easily through her slick little snatch, exploring her secret place in detail, sending a shivering thrill deep into her core.

Her labia felt so puffy and engorged beneath his fingers, so slimy and squishy with her excitement, radiating heat. She was really worked up.

Annabel wriggled, spreading her legs and trying to drive her mound up into his hand. He didn't respond. She tried to roll back over to face him but found herself trapped by his arms as a low growl vibrated through his chest. She huffed out a tiny mewl of frustration, she must be dealing with the dragon. He wanted her still and quiet, but she had to consciously decide to relax, give in to him. She managed it. Barely.

"Good girl," the dragon hissed in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Something inside her resonated to his voice; the little animal that she was rolled onto her back, presenting everything that she had to offer up to her lover, her mate, her master. She was completely his in that moment, so eager and hopeful. His to control, his to do as he pleased with, his to pleasure however he wanted.

"I said I didn't want to, which I admit might seem startling. But please be patient. I would give you the same courtesy were our positions reversed."

"Sorry," Annabel whispered, tilting her head backwards to kiss the underside of his chin.

"Don't be," the dragon reassured. "I'll take care of you now but then we'll wait until morning for more."

"I love you," she murmured happily, stroking her hands along his caging forearms.

With that, he started to move his hand again, slowly at first, rubbing up and down on either side of her pussy, pushing her labia together, then pulling them apart gently to expose her deepest pink.

Annabel moaned gently when he finally ran a wet finger directly through her slit, stopping just below her peaking clit. Already his gentle touch was driving her crazy and her hands clutched and fisted in the sheets beneath them. She couldn't help but move a little, squirming back and forth against his hand and no doubt wreaking havoc on his erection trapped between her peachy globes.

She could feel the thick, arrow-like head prodding her lower back when she wasn't arching up into him. Her head tossed from side to side when he finally touched her clit with a drenched finger; she was so wet she could feel little trickles of her pungent excitement leaking down her crack every now and then.

His other mischievous hand wasn't idle where it held her trapped, but toying with her small, sensitive breasts in succession, rolling her tiny, brown nipples back and forth between his big fingers. Her breath came fast and ragged, her pleasure making her grunt and cry out.

"Chris!" she wailed, for no other reason than her body demanded she make some noise about the delight it experienced. God, she loved him!

Her cries only encouraged him, increasing his stimulations as her body tensed with building joy. He carefully inserting a thick, clawed finger deep into her slick channel, curling it backwards while he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

Annabel huffed and panted for a few more glorious seconds before it felt like her world fell away; a quiet, moaning gurgle escaping her throat. He'd hit that spot inside her which never failed. Her hips bucked upwards, once, twice, while pleasure wracked her twitching body and her universe exploded behind her eyelids.

Then she was still, panting, relaxing as those wonderful little shocks whizzed through her for minutes as her body cooled. She'd almost fallen asleep when he finally removed his sopping, slippery hand from her mound, rolling them both to the side and pulling her to him.

"Me, your dick, tomorrow morning," Annabel muttered sleepily as she pulled his arm up underneath her pert little breasts and held onto it as she fell back asleep.

The dragon sighed. He should have just fucked her. Now his sticky erection was in excited agony, trapped against her, no doubt wetting her back with precum. It was always so deeply arousing to experience Annabel in orgasm, her sounds and smells. Her taste. The dragon brought his hand up to sample it off his fingers, so ripe and womanly, slightly tangy and a little sweet.

The beast proceeded to lap the rest away with his forked tongue, savoring his mate's essence before giving control back to the human, so intent on revaluating the last few day's events.

Dragons always take care of their brood, the dragon imparted as Chris kissed the top of Annabel's head.

Chris lay awake for hours, his mind racing. He was tired and there were moments where he almost fell asleep before something popped into his head and jolted him back into an unshakable sense of foreboding.

Michelle was one of his main concerns. Having taken the final spare room in the hotel suite/apartment with little fuss, he thought she was probably in some kind of shock. He'd have to watch her carefully and make sure she was adjusting.

Jesus Christ, another familiar. Not only that, another woman for his dragon to go sniffing after. Hopefully, it wasn't like that with Michelle, though, hopefully their arrangement was both platonic and their living quarters temporary.

If this huge revelation of the Secret went through, perhaps Being laws wouldn't require her to be under his supervision and she wouldn't need his protection. In the meantime, she would be invaluable in facilitating interaction between the Synod and human governments. She was going to be very busy. If Radek had managed to kill her... things would have gone very differently today.

Radek. If he'd never sworn to uphold the Secret, who exactly was he? Certainly not part of the mainstream Being community. Perhaps more importantly, what did he hope to gain by eliciting a war between humans and Beings? Chris was inclined to let the Synod deal with these questions but the dragon felt that it had become personal between them. Perhaps the dragon was right, too; he'd attempted to kidnap him and blame him for the slaughter of those NSA agents. He'd planned to kill Susan and Lillian to get to him.

Yes, it was definitely personal.

As he lay snuggled around Annabel's comforting feel and smell, his mind even wandered to what this would all mean. A revelation. It was such a huge issue, he couldn't begin to comprehend what would happen. It would be such a hurdle for the governments to agree on a global policy, and for Beings and humans as a whole to agree on whatever they come up with, let alone stick to it.

He took a long time to eventually drift off, feeling anxiety that there was no way this would go off smoothly.

Just before dawn, he retreated into the Ether, reconnecting with his otherworldly aspect and replenishing his energy after the previous days of excitement and exertion.

***

Annabel awoke with a start and instantly knew she was alone in bed. There was no warmth against her back, no arm around her middle, no erection between her buttocks. She didn't like it one bit.