Endangered Ch. 05

Resting up on her hand and looking around the room then at the empty space in their bed, she wondered if he was in the kitchen making coffee for Susan. Perhaps he'd gone to Susan's bed halfway through the night? That thought hurt a little, despite that she'd resolved to quell any jealousy she felt towards his mother.

Her expression must have clouded because she felt a ghostly touch brush down her bare back, making her shiver. She couldn't help but smile then; he was still there with her. She flumped down onto the bed again, turning to watch.

"Come back, Babe," she coaxed.

It took a few seconds before the first cloudy, purple traces of him began to reappear, taking his time with the transition back into the Norm. The unfocused outline fleshed out quickly and soon she was face-to-face with the beautiful dragon again. Her dragon.

He smiled back at her, draconian countenance bare inches away, eye-to-eye. He snaked an arm out, pulling her against him as she shuffled to help him drag her warmly across the sheets.

"Don't do that, please," she said quietly, nuzzling against his chin.

"I have to go sometimes. I think I could take you with me now. Do you want to try that sometime?" he asked, stroking her back peacefully.

Bartholomew seemed to become excited by the idea of entering the Ether, rushing up from his favorite spot - curled around her belly button - to jump expectantly on her cheek. Annabel could only giggle at his antics, alive and boisterous.

"Well, he certainly seems to like the idea. Won't it be dangerous for me, though?"

"I don't think it would be too dangerous. Yesterday I teleported through the Ether to come back here. I felt how the dragon extended our influence to include Michelle when I pulled her in, I think I could do it with you. Besides, you've got Bartholomew, who knows what he'd allow you to do."

"Yes, but I promised not to test his... our abilities until I understand more about magic. I'd prefer if you'd just be here when I woke up."

"Okay, but next time I go, I at least want to try bringing you along. There's this idea I've had for somewhere we can all live, it's a bit complicated though and I need a guinea pig."

"Do tell?"

"It's a surprise," he smirked.

"Tease," Annabel batted his chest softly while her other hand slithered between them to hold the angry head of his erection.

"Already with the name calling? You little nympho."

"Oh ho ho, that's rich coming from a verified motherfucker," Annabel retorted with no real sting.

"Ouch," Chris responded before becoming more serious. "How are you doing with that?"

"I'm okay. Susan and I didn't really have time to talk about it yesterday but now that it's happened I'm not going to put a blanket ban on it. Sometimes I just get... oh, I don't know... possessive?"

Her feelings on the matter were by no means simple.

"It's okay, I like that. Lord Guthrie seems to think there's something about dragon males which makes women get along with their other brood-mates more easily. Something magical."

"Not this, perhaps?" Annabel slid a finger up and down the side of his erection. Teasing it would be payback for it poking her in the belly so rudely just now.

Chris could only sigh as she tormented his shaft, tracing a single finger up over his crown before ghosting her fingers down in a cage over his fat cockhead and that forced a big twitch of pleasure out of him. She chuckled as she felt his cock jump under her touch.

"How was it?"

He could only assume she was referring to his episode with Susan and tried to gauge what sort of an answer she really wanted.

"Amazing. Really hot, heavy but also very loving. She's a beautiful woman but hadn't done it in a long time, we really enjoyed each other."

His honesty shocked her a little but it was good. She didn't want a lie.

She gripped him more firmly in retaliation, stroking up and down. She brought her focus up to the dragon's face, searching his eyes. An inkling of the hot need she'd experienced at their first coupling was creeping back into her system. Her pussy was rapidly preparing itself for him and she felt the dangerous necessity to coax the dragon out again, to goad him into reasserting his possession of her, reassure herself that she was still his.

"Think you're man enough to handle two women?"

The dragon growled, too easily rising to her challenge, rolling them quickly so she was trapped beneath him on her back.

Her legs were already falling open of their own accord as he reached down to position his mighty erection against her moist opening, spreading her thick labia and tiny inner frill to feel her heat against his tip. Without preamble he pushed forward firmly, brushing aside the tight resistance to his entry, sinking halfway into her clutching vagina and forcing a pleasured gasp out of his lover.

Pulling back slightly, he thrust again into her warmth, so soft and tightly conforming to every inch of him. He didn't stop until his thick crown butted against the gateway to her womb and Annabel huffed, looking up at him with such an expectant, loving expression written all over her gorgeous face. He held himself there as she squirmed, filled absolutely to the brim and revelling in the pleasure that fact gave her. He leant down and kissed her sexy little nose, teasing his mouth across her face on its journey towards her ear.

"What do you think, little girl. Am I man enough for you?"

"Chris, I -" she started before he collected a fistful of soft, brown hair at the nape of her neck and silenced her with a dominating kiss.

Pulling back and arching his whole purple body into her, Chris began a series of long, slow thrusts which made her moan throatily into his mouth as their tongues met carefully around his sharp teeth. His hips undulated lewdly, retracting and sheathing nearly his entire length in a languid pace which had Annabel coming to pieces in mere minutes.

Her splayed legs involuntarily quivered and jumped as he slowly filled her, completely, again and again. He didn't release their kiss as she clawed at his purple sides in ecstasy, as her breathing through her nose became almost desperate and she gasped in air between their duelling tongues; he held it, too, as her entire body stiffened, her legs wrapping vicelike around him with her toes curled painfully.

Annabel screamed into his kiss, his cock finally holding still deep inside her as she bucked wildly underneath him, sizzling pleasure consuming her entire being. She could feel her womanhood twitch, soak, and flutter but he was huge and stoic inside her, determined to have her cum for him again. Prove his dominance.

As she calmed, he slowed the passion of their kiss. She felt limp and satisfied underneath him, his partial weight heavy and comforting on top of her. Annabel felt so loved and completed with him above her like that, so huge and masculine compared to her slim, soft body.

When he looked into her eyes again, she gave him such a hooded, sexy, satisfied look he had to smile, finally breaking their lips apart and arching his hips into her again, this time aided by the added slickness of her recent joy.

"Oh, Jesus, how do you do that to me? Fuck, that was awesome," Annabel moaned. "If I didn't know better I wouldn't believe we lost our virginities just over a week ago."

"That good, huh?" he replied cockily. "So, am I man enough?"

"You know I only said that to wind you up, babe. And reap the rewards."

"I know." He pecked her swollen lips. "It seems to work though, doesn't it?"

Annabel giggled happily, and Chris's purple face distorted in delight as the contractions of her diaphragm caused her flooded pussy to grip and squeeze his hardness all over again. His reaction only made her laugh more; that look of stupid adoration was priceless.

"Fuck, Annabel!" He pulled her with him as he reared back on his haunches so they were sitting, still deeply connected. "You have no idea how good that feels when you squeeze it like that." He tucked down his nose and groaned in to her soft neck, breathing in her essence.

She was slightly above him now, sitting on his lap, rocking back and forth gently on his pole. It was so thick as she rolled her hips, hitting every spot inside her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and into his short purple hair. "If you like that, just wait until I'm sick with a cough."

"How..." Chris started. "Oh, I see. Yeah, that would be hot... kinda weird, though. Besides, you'll never get sick again with me around."

He had to stop there for a moment as her small movements and now purposeful clenching wreaked havoc on his cock.

"Oh shit, Dee! You feel perfect like that!"

He couldn't help but grit his teeth and take hold of her hips, guiding her up and down, forwards and backwards, even in little circles on him. Using her body for his pleasure.

They went at each other like that for a long time. Kissing and sucking at each other's exposed skin while they mated enthusiastically. Annabel loved riding him like that, being able to use her whole body to move on him, but also able to relax and let him take over if needed. She even indulged in her favorite little quirk: giving the dragon a series of love bites across his taut neck and shoulder in time with the waves of pleasure he unleashed upon her. Even as she did this, her little tattoo dragon nipped her in return, sending tiny shocks across her tummy and breasts.

Chris loved seeing and feeling her lithe body arch and buck against him. He secured firm handholds in her amazing, peachy ass and pushed her body down onto his slick rod with each of his long upstrokes. He couldn't believe how hot and tight she felt on him, simply exquisite.

"Yes! Yes, oh yes. Fuck me! Keep going, baby, I'm... ohhhh... I'm gonna cum again soon," Annabel moaned breathily into his hair, pulling his face down to her breast. When his tongue lashed across one of her tiny nipples she automatically arched back, thrusting down hard on his girth.

"Ggrraahhaaa!"

Seeing her sleek body arch beautifully like that broke something inside Chris. She was so perfect. So pale and soft, so small and seemingly innocent yet totally sensual as she impaled herself on him; her pose displayed every perfect feminine curve. She was so tight and moist on him, too, her lubrication practically flowing down his shaft in little trickles as her scorching channel shuddered in bliss.

He pulled her up a little and thrust powerfully from below, hunching his entire body as he frantically sheathed himself barely five more times. Chris felt himself swell inside her, and he gave in to the orgasm which proceeded to devour him, starting right at the tip of his cock against her cervix, and coursing down through the rest of his body like wildfire.

"Arraaooh, shit!" came his strangled cry against her collar bone. His first pulse of semen practically leapt from him into her womb. More jets of thick cum continued to shoot deep into his mate; he gritted his teeth against the milky skin just above her breast.

"Yes! Oh, Chris, yes! Give it to me, I can feel it! I love you!" Annabel wailed as her body helplessly fell into her own magically-induced orgasm, milking him for everything he had to give her, feeling him ejaculate so hot and forcefully inside her.

She felt the sharp points of his bared fangs against her skin; it made her blurt out her next words on instinct.

"Bite me, Chris. I want it, please!?"

The dragon roared in triumph inside him, ready to mark their mate and have her swell with their offspring. It was all he could do to hold back, clamping a hand quickly over his sharp mouth before he lost control against her perfect skin. His short fangs ached and dripped, filling his mouth with a spicy, tingling flavor and prompting thick saliva from his glands. He humped his cock deep inside of her with each of the last of his fading spurts, in a state of pleasured agony as he desperately held his mating instincts in check.

Of his suffering, only a strangled groan reached Annabel's ears. She was too busy riding out her pleasure, clutching his head to her chest and rocking on top of him, hips twitching with every little aftershock. At her bellybutton, Bartholomew writhed and shook in ecstasy, feeding and pulsing from the rich magic his creator gave freely to their beloved mistress.

Eventually, the lovers relaxed, slumping back onto the bed, an entangled mess of sweaty limbs and sticky, throbbing genitals.

Catching her attention with a hand on her cheek, Chris kissed Annabel lovingly for a moment before pulling back to speak.

"Don't say that again unless you really mean it, and everything that would follow. I doubt my dragon would let me stop him again."

"I know, I'm sorry," Annabel soothed. "But I did mean it, in the moment at least."

"It's okay. It was just really hard not to bite you. You said it right at the time I would have done it natural. My dragon went nuts."

"It wouldn't be the worst thing, though. I do want children with you, Chris. What about when you meet another dragon? Aren't you going to start trying straight away?"

"That's a little bit different, Dee, and that would probably take years to accomplish even if either of the females accept me as a mate. I want kids with you, too, babe, but I don't think we're ready for that."

"Yes, you're probably right. It was just such a lovely thought in the moment. I love you so much, baby," Annabel whispered, leaning the bare inches between them to kiss the dragon passionately.

"I love you, too, Dee. And you don't have to worry about when I find another dragon. You'll always be my First and I'll always love you."

He recaptured his breath, staring deeply into her fawnlike, beautiful eyes. "You'll be my wife now, too."

***

Michelle finally emerged as they were having breakfast around the kitchen bar. If she admitted it to herself, she was terrified to show her face. She'd finally wept herself to sleep, thinking about the day's events but most potently the friends and colleagues she'd lost at the compound. Her slumber was fitful but uninterrupted.

At least until the pleasured screams struck her disbelieving ears at 7:13 am.

Once the happy couple - she assumed Chris and Annabel - died down, the reality of her situation hit her again, just as hard as before, like a bullet to a Kevlar vest. Her close colleagues were dead, her boss missing. She was the sole survivor, the recent, reluctant familiar of a powerful teenage Being. A Class One dragon no less.

It had all seemed a little fake yesterday, like a play or something, but it hit home this morning.

Back when they'd learned about the class system, her agency had helped come up with contingencies for dealing with each of the classes and species, the appropriate force of action needed to take one down. On the brainstorm whiteboard, their best guesses for dealing with Class One Beings included airstrikes and cruise missiles. From what she'd seen of the dragon, none of this would even scratch him. He could simply phase into another dimension and emerge at will anywhere he desired.

Now she was his property, and although he'd seemed kind and understanding yesterday, caring even, she dreaded what today would bring. She was alone, so deep into enemy waters she felt sure she'd sink and drown, overwhelmed.

After she'd showered in her very own fancy ensuite, she changed back into yesterday's clothes, plus the slightly-too-big T-shirt Susan had given her last night to sleep in. It took a few minutes of self-convincing, telling herself that she was a proud NSA agent. Finally, she worked up the courage to peek around her door.

"Good morning," Annabel chirped as she spotted Michelle from her post at the stove. "I've made Chris's favorite, banana pancakes, and there's plenty to go around... if you get in fast enough."

Everyone turned to look at Michelle for a moment before Chris broke the silence with an enthusiastic mumble through a very full mouthful.

"Teeear goord!"

"Excuse my son's manners, they are really good, though." Susan came forward to strong-arm Michelle into a seat while Annabel loaded a stack straight from the pan onto a plate in front of her. "Annabel's training as a chief in the fall so she's our dedicated cook at the moment... when we don't get lazy and order room service that is. I'm getting spoiled living here."

Michelle glanced up and found the dragon watching her. Determined to regain some of her composure, she held his gaze.

He swallowed his mouthful and smiled, displaying his intimidating teeth and fangs yet again.

It looked so absurd, a half-man, half-purple-dragon sitting at a kitchen bar in jeans and a black t-shirt with holes ripped in the back for his folded wings. Meanwhile, his obviously happy fiancé served him pancakes while his mother hovered over her.

Absurd.

Now where was the vampire?

"Did you sleep okay? How are you doing?" Chris asked.

"I'm fine," Michelle answered, defensive but not unfriendly. By his look, she could tell he didn't believe her.

"Okay. Well, first things first, in the spirit of everyone getting along... Lillian? I'd like you to apologize to Michelle for how you treated her yesterday."

Susan took in a sharp breath, looking over to where she'd last sensed the invisible vampire, not knowing how she would take to the request for an apology.

"Absolutely, I planned to do exactly that."

Michelle jumped, locating the disembodied voice as coming from near the big silver fridges. There wasn't even a shimmer or rift in the air to give the vampire away.

"I'm sorry for treating you so roughly, Michelle. I'm a vampire, you see. We have violent tendencies lurking close to the surface and I was worked up after failing my duty and having to leave Chris to be arrested by you."

"Incredible," Michelle marvelled, able to hear the voice but still unable to detect anything else. Then the words sank in. "Um. Thank you for the apology, Lillian. There was no permanent damage after he healed my neck."

"And I would like to apologize to you, Lillian," Chris said earnestly. "I didn't mean to grab you like that and I certainly didn't mean to tear your skin, I just didn't know how to get through to you."

"There's no need, Chris. I'm a big girl, I can handle a little rough and tumble."

Lillian downplayed the whole incident, even though it had highlighted to herself her feelings and instincts towards the dragon. She'd once again tried to steel herself against him last night, unsuccessfully. That venture had ended rather explosively. Pleasurably. She couldn't help herself when he was fucking his little girlfriend; the noises they made were too easily the music to her own release. She was practically addicted to it.

Now she smirked. She would get at least some revenge. "That's not to say I won't take it out on you this morning though; I'm going to whoop your ass all over the mat."

Chris could only groan; she would do it, too. Although, this time he'd be in his half-form and he planned to surprise her with some phasing, if he felt up to it.

"So, ah...What will I be doing today? Or for the rest of my life, for that matter?" Michelle asked after her first bite of pancake. "Mhhrmm, Annabel, these are really good."

Annabel beamed.

"Well, the Synod has already made a 'request' to Chris that they borrow you to help them get ready for their phone call at noon," Lillian said.

"I think you'll actually be flat out between the governments and the Synod for the foreseeable future," Chris added. "If that's what you want to do?"

"Yes, I think I could make a big difference there. If the Synod actually listens to me, that is."

"They're going to have to. They have almost no connection to the human world and need your help badly. Once this is resolved, though, who knows. You could do whatever you want. They might abolish the idea of familiars altogether, or we could still all wipe each other out in a global war. In the meantime, you're one of us, a keeper of the Secret. You'll be under my protection from other Beings and you're supposed to ah... obey and serve... all that good stuff. As far as I'm concerned though, you've been forced into this so you can do whatever you like as long as you don't get yourself into too much trouble. I'll try to help you out any way I can."