Endangered Ch. 06

Soon they dozed as their bodies cooled. Chris enjoyed the feeling of her breasts squashed against his chest, his softening penis trapped against her tummy. There would be a lot of dried, sticky mess in the morning but he didn't care. Her steady breath against his neck, and especially her wonderful scent soothed his dragon into a blissful state of contentment, a new mate.

He pulled a throw off the back of the couch and draped it over them and around them, settling in for the night with her held closely in his arms.

***

About half an hour later, as he was finally drifting into a deep sleep, Chris felt her body tremble briefly before a wave of happy energy hit him like a stampeding unicorn; dazing him with a huge smile on his face.

Somehow he just knew he'd done it, overcome the all odds, he was going to be a father.

Claire woke with a start as the sphere of energy suddenly imploded inside her in conjunction with his one victorious sperm burrowing into her egg. The magic obliterated whatever cosmic barriers kept them apart and quickly infused and coiled around the new life, ensuring its survival in that most perilous moment.

The leftover energy exploded outwards, announcing the triumphant couple's success.

She shrieked joyously, sitting up on him to hold her tummy in disbelief.

They'd done it, it usually took years!

A fleeting jolt of uncertainty washed over her, was she ready for this? She quickly realised it didn't matter, she was so happy. There was plenty of time to prepare and she had all the support she could ever want. Looking down, she found him smiling, waiting for her reaction.

First she laughed, then she cried a little and began kissing all over his face, ignoring his weak protests and smothering him in her budding affection.

"Thank you... Thank you... oh, Chirs, thank you," she recited over and over between her smooches, kissing every part of him that was easily in reach.

He finally captured her tear streaked face and kissed her back deeply, searchingly.

"I'm humbled, Claire. It's a surprise, but certainly a good one."

He brushed her hair back behind her ears affectionately, holding her gaze in the darkness with his enhanced vision.

"I'll be a good mother," she assured. "A perfect mate. Chris, just hold me, please?"

He wrapped her back up in his arms and she lay herself down on his chest again.

"I know baby, I know," he whispered before there was a thump of rapid footsteps upstairs in the hallway.

"Claire?!" Petra called out to her daughter. She'd been woken by the powerful pulse of energy and her daughter's happy shriek. She thought she recognised the feel of the energy but didn't dare to hope, it was neigh impossible.

"Mom! I can't believe he did it, I'm pregnant!" Claire shouted gleefully.

"Wh.. what?" Susan stuttered sleepily from her doorway as she saw Petra streak past her from the spare bedroom in what looked like a white negligee. The magic had startled her from a very pleasant dream and now she couldn't believe her ears. Claire was pregnant? She switched the hall light on, blinking uncomfortably and followed the commotion downstairs.

Petra was hugging her daughter, crying happily with her even as they giggled and laughed. It distracted Chris for a moment, giving him a front row seat to the show their breasts put on, rubbing and flattening against each other with only Petra's sheer nightclothes between them.

His attention was quickly brought back as the older dragon suddenly bent down to smother his mouth in a passionate kiss, flicking her tongue against his lips and requesting entry. He was taken aback, having not even been properly introduced to her before her daughter had attacked him that afternoon. Still, he accepted her tongue for a few very enjoyable moments before she pulled away. Damn she knew how to kiss.

"Thank you, Chris. This means so much to us," Petra explained as she held her hand over her daughter's tummy, using her magical senses to confirm the presence of the microscopic life inside her. "I don't know how you did it, it usually takes years."

"I can't take all the credit, it was a team effort," Chris replied as Claire took his hand and held it over their child as well.

"Yes, it certainly sounded that way," Petra laughed. "I didn't realise my daughter was such a little nympho."

"Oh shut up Mom, you're just jealous," Claire teased back.

"Of course I am baby, but I'm so proud too," the older dragon cooed.

Chris's purple skin darkened in embarrassment but he hoped no one noticed in the low light coming from the stairwell.

"It's really true?" Susan asked from the archway, receiving enthusiastic nods from both women. She wasn't quite sure what to think... but the beginning of any new life was something worth celebrating and she soon realised that. "Oh my god, sweetie so soon? Congratulations! Ohh... we're going to be grandmothers, I'm going to spoil that little dragon rotten."

"Not if I spoil it first!" Petra laughed before turning to her daughter. "I'm so excited! Can I get you two anything or do you just want to go to sleep? Wait, I've got to call Elizabeth right now."

"A drink of water would be great, Mom. Let poor Elizabeth sleep, it can wait until morning," Claire said before looking down to her mate questioningly. "Then I think we want to be alone again for a bit."

"Okay baby," Petra got up to get them a pitcher of water, Susan knelt down and gave her son a quick hug too.

"I'm proud of you too, honey," the witch said lovingly. "Both of you. I recognised the intensity I saw between you this afternoon but I couldn't place it for a while. I saw it between your parents, Chris. I was worried about you mating with someone you didn't know but once I recognised what I was seeing I knew you'd be great together."

Petra came back with a jug and a few cups, pulling Susan gently away and giving her a hug before they made their way back upstairs and switched off the light.

I'm a father! his dragon shouted gleefully, echoing around his orgasm-emptied head like a gunshot.

Yes, we're a father. How did we do that by the way? Chris asked sleepily as he and Claire settled back down.

I don't know, we gave her almost everything we had. It must have been enough. We are magnificent after all, the dragon preened.

I think we got lucky, Chris mused more realistically.

Do you feel it though? the dragon asked happily. The warmth inside, so deep and pure. The love for our mate and our child?

Yes, Chris smiled relaxing back into the couch with said mate's heat and weight resting comfortably on top of his tired, pleasured body.

***

Lillian lay still as death on the bed as the young woman beside her sniffled into her pillow.

The happy news had, of course, been loud enough for Annabel to hear. It had been strange laying next to the human, she didn't need to rest but Annabel had said she wanted the company as she fell asleep.

Now the vampire felt unbearably awkward, doing nothing as the human cried quietly.

Compassion won the day and the ancient vampire reached out and put a consoling hand on Annabel's back. After all, she could still remember what it was to be a young, insecure, and in love. Mind you, Moscow in the fifteen hundreds was a completely different world.

Annabel leapt at opportunity for comfort. Uncaring of its source, she rolled over and hugged the vampire's side, resting her head on her shoulder as she hiccupped a little.

The reaction shocked Lillian, she couldn't remember the last time someone had turned to her for solace. Did the girl really think she could find it in an undead predator? The gesture actually touched her unbeating heart so... perhaps she could.

"I know it's a good thing. There are so few of them," Annabel whispered, "and I know he loves me. I'm even a little happy for them but I wanted it to be me. I wanted that in a few years' time but he's already got her."

"You still can," Lillian soothed, turning a little to stroke Annabel's hair tentatively. Her thirst towards the human was barely a tingle in the back of her mind with the dragon's smell saturating his room and bedclothes around her. "I see the way he looks at you, you're first in his heart no matter who else he has a child with. It's a duty he was born into. And yes, it's pleasurable but that doesn't change the fact that it started as a duty. You loved him before any of this, I'm sure he'll give you what you want when you're both ready."

"I know. I know I'm being too emotional but that doesn't make it any easier," Annabel sighed.

"It never does, does it?" the vampire chuckled. "Talk to him."

"Thanks Lillian, I will." Annabel paused to consider for a moment before continuing cautiously. "You know I meant what I said before."

"What?" Lillian asked even though she was pretty sure what Annabel was referring to.

"I don't think I would mind having you as a broodmate, you're not as bad as the bloodthirsty vampire who tried to scare me with her stories when we first met. I can see the little ways you two dance around each other, I won't stand in the way if he wants you too."

Lillian was lost for words.

Yes, she and the dragon had definitely been dancing, perhaps not intentionally but the tension was rife between them. The not so subtle scenting of each other, the sparks they felt between their bodies. The lingering closeness the held under the guise of defence practice.

Yesterday she'd made herself a vow to free herself from the Drow's dominance and have him... Now the girl was giving her permission to do exactly that. Offering her lover up on a silver platter... oh... no, any other sort of platter.

It was a disconcerting to think Annabel was so devoted that she try to fetch another lover for her dragon. The barriers between her and the delicious dragon seemed to be dissolving, she hardly even cared anymore that she would likely fall under his control, addicted by his perfect blood. However, the pact held her firmly in place, at least for the moment.

"Lillian?" Annabel asked, feeling awkward after hearing no response.

"Sorry. I was just thinking how fucked up my situation is, even for a Being. Thank you Annabel, it means something that you would accept me like that, share him. God knows I don't deserve your trust. It can't happen though, Annabel, not in our current situation, it's too dangerous. How about just friends for now?"

"Friends," Annabel confirmed sensing that Lillian didn't want to talk about it further.

The vampire smiled wistfully, she'd initially wondered what the dragon saw in this girl. Now she could see it too. She was sweet, gentle, caring, and selfless. The human was precious and Lillian undertook then and there to protect and guide her as she could.

"And Annabel, if it does by some miracle come to that, my promise still stands, too."

"What promise?"

"I won't steal him from you," whispered the vampire. "I don't think it's possible."

Annabel couldn't help but smile at that.

***

Chris woke with a start, one of those strange moments where it's like you were never asleep at all. He was rested but there was no grogginess or lethargy. His mind was focused, he was going to make sure Annabel woke up in his arms.

There was something warm already in his arms though, a feisty, beautiful dragon.

A pregnant dragon.

He felt a soaring of male pride inside himself and smiled, kissing the top of her head. She'd insisted on sleeping on top of him, it was nice once he'd finally found a position that his wings didn't mind. She was still asleep, her smaller body draped across him, her head on his chest, breathing cutely through her pursed lips.

It already seemed right to have her like that, familiar to him after just one night. Perhaps it was that they were both dragons. More likely however was that they were mated, very successfully one might add.

Against the odds, they had created new life together. His heart fluttered happily at that thought, they were bonded as dragons but he realised he was also feeling for her as a human. There was almost no apprehension at the thought of their child, they'd talked about it last night and there would be plenty of time to grow into their relationship and this ultimate responsibility.

She woke sleepily as he rolled her to the side and wiggled himself out from underneath her beautifully coloured body.

"Don't go baby, it's still dark," she cooed sleepily.

He kneeled beside the couch to stroke her cheek and give her an affectionate peck.

"I'd love to stay but I want to go check on Annabel, we have a thing where I try to be there when she wakes up."

"Mmm. I can see why, lucky girl. I'll have to strike an accord with her about those privileges."

"You can try," Chris chuckled.

"I know she comes first Chris, I don't have an issue with that. I truly hope she and I become close friends, go to her. I'll be waiting to meet her when you two get up."

"I hope you do too, she could use friends in our world. She doesn't want to be just my familiar."

"Can I have a kiss before you go?"

"Of course," smiled Chris, closing again to take her slightly thinned red lips in his purple ones, rubbing their flattened snouts together gently, sharing breath. He watched with his dragon enhanced vision as she closed her eyes and hummed happily in her throat. She looked perfect in the pre-dawn twilight, he felt a little guilty for abandoning her.

The realisation that she was pregnant jumped to the front of his mind again, startling him and making him feel a little giddy, he broke the kiss and lifted the blanket covering her naked body. He snuffled around on her belly, smelling their sex from last night and finally resting his mouth over her womb. He gave her a lingering kiss there between her tiny, defined abs, sending his love towards both her and their child.

Claire sighed contentedly, feeling his presence flush warm and tender around her, his love enveloping them.

Forcing himself to move on, he couldn't help but briefly kiss the top of her perfectly smooth mound, his devilish tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, snaking out and drawing a gasp from her as it wetly brushed over her little love-button.

"Go now or I won't let you leave," Claire huffed.

He snuck out from under the blanket with a culpable smirk, proverbial cookie crumbs smattered on his playful lips.

"Go," she watched him get up and stretch, giving her a full frontal of his impressive body as his wings spread to the side. It made her insides squirm just watching him; his power and strength, the play of muscle under his skin, his dangling, semi firm tackle. She melted as he started walking out of the living room, turning to smile over his shoulder at her. His butt was so cute, too.

She rolled over and replayed the last twelve hours, his magnificent body holding her, taking her, impregnating her. His presence and strength, the way he felt inside her, the way she could almost taste him in the air with her nimble, forked tongue. It felt so right, her body was vibrating with happiness. Grinning, she snuggled back into the couch for a few more hours of happy drowsing.

Chris estimated it was around four or four-thirty as he stood on the porch in the buff. Jethry would be up to milk the cows soon but he wouldn't be getting any help from Chris today.

It was cool but comfortable. He descended the stairs and walked quietly around to the back of the house. He found the garden hose he was looking for and turned the tap, cautiously testing the cold water.

It felt right to be outside with the water shocking and sharpening his body and mind. He cleaned himself as thoroughly as possible without soap, it wasn't so bad once he was used to it and it was certainly very refreshing, better than waking up everyone in the house with noise of the shower.

Dripping dry for a little and shaking his head back and forth, he went back inside and snuck upstairs to the linen closet to grab a towel. Once dry, he left it in the bathroom before finally heading towards his room. Towards Annabel.

Both the dragon and the vampire were startled at the sight of each other. Chris hadn't expected to find Lillian in his room, let alone sleeping face to face with Annabel, cuddling each other. They were clothed and above the covers at least.

Lillian hadn't expected to fall asleep, let alone with her arm draped protectively over the human. She woke almost instantly as he stepped quietly into the room and froze in shock. She definitely hadn't expected to see him stark naked.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, processing.

Lillian couldn't help but admire what she saw. Chris wondered if he'd caught the vampire in a rare moment of vulnerability. He hadn't realised Lillian and Annabel were comfortable enough with each other for the natural embrace he was witnessing.

They suddenly sprang to life, Chris covering his crotch with his hands and rushed over to his drawer to get some boxers while Lillian extracted herself from Annabel and sat up on the edge of the bed with her back turned to him. He got his boxers on hastily and sat down on the opposite side of the bed, looking to see that Annabel was still asleep.

"Sorry," he murmured. "I thought you'd be in the spare room. Thanks for staying with her though. Is she okay?"

Lillian sighed, still collecting herself. She was actually more shaken from waking up like that than seeing him naked. She very seldom slept, never in bed with someone else, no matter who. That wasn't to say she hadn't enjoyed the view she'd just been given, it only reaffirmed her resolution to have him eventually. His rush to clothe himself reemphasised his youth and innocence, characteristics which belied his body. Most of the males she knew would have stood there just to make sure she'd seen it. There was no doubt now that he had exactly what it took to make her squeal.

"She's an incredible young woman," Lillian finally replied quietly as she heard him nervously fidget in his seat. "Don't you dare hurt her, Chris, she's too good for that."

"You think I don't know that?" he choked quietly, turning to look at his fiancé.

"She'll be fine, I think," the vampire replied, sufficiently satisfied with the emotion in his response. "I'm glad you came back now, I'm sure it will mean a lot to her. Congratulations by the way."

"Thanks," He said half-heartedly. "I didn't realise you two were close, I thought she was a bit scared of you."

"I'm just as surprised as you are believe me. We talked a bit last night, she needed some comfort."

"That's good," Chris whispered, his throat felt a little thick with feelings of guilt.

"Anyway, I'll leave you two together. Seriously Chris, I know you love each other and she's accepted you and Susan but having a child with another woman is a big stretch, even if it is to save your species," Lillian stood and made a few steps towards the door.

"She heard, of course she did," Chris stated.

Stopping the vampire to turn back towards him, "Yes."

"Fuck, I should have come up here. I thought she would've come down if she was awake."

"And see you in the arms of another woman, celebrating something she deeply wanted for herself?" Lillian raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't plan that, Lillian," Chris whispered with his head in his hands.

"That doesn't really matter though does it? Not when it happened anyway."

"I'm an idiot," he murmured.

"Maybe a little," she smiled. "But you're young and she forgives you. She knows it's your duty."

Lillian began to walk the final few steps towards the door before pausing again.

"She's gave me permission to be with you too because she thinks that's what you want. That's how devoted to you she is."

"Jesus, Annabel," he breathed before turning to the vampire nervously. "What did you say?"