Endangered Ch. 07

Annabel couldn't help but swallow nervously in response to the predatory look the vampire sent her way. Even after several weeks of getting used to Lillian's antics, it was hard not to react instinctively.

"See, Michelle? She's still trying to push my buttons. I think she likes seeing us lowly humans squirm. She imagines how it would feel sinking those wicked fangs of hers deep into our soft, defenceless skin. Feeling that thick, hot blood splash across her tongue, mmmhhh," Annabel finished off with a small moan of passion, looking directly into Lillian's smouldering eyes.

Chris gripped Annabel firmly in warning but it wasn't needed. Her demeanour changed to in impish smile mere seconds later, leaving no doubt that she'd just been teasing the vampire right back.

Nostrils flaring, Lillian exhaled a long, calming breath and shook her head to dislodge the teenager's seductive words. It was fun to have the girl challenge her right back, however unwise it was to tease a vampire. It once again showed a level of trust she knew she didn't deserve. "You play a very dangerous game young lady, but you play it well."

"I try," Annabel parroted the vampire's earlier words, even adding a hint of Lillian's own faint Russian accent.

Chris laughed openly while Michelle's giggle slipped out despite her best efforts to contain it behind her hand.

"Dah, I will give you that one," Lillian joined in the laughter.

After that, they settled down and got into to the task of reviewing the finer details of the documents spread out on the table. There was a lot of reading to be done and while Michelle knew there weren't any unusual legal pitfalls hidden away in the fine print, it was nonetheless important for Chris to read and understand what he was signing up for.

They took a break to eat dinner, clearing the table to make room for Annabel's delicious efforts. Chris and Susan knew what Annabel was capable of in the kitchen so it came as no surprise that the chicken was wonderfully moist, tender, and flavourful. The others showered her with effusive praise and asked how exactly she'd seasoned the meal so spectacularly.

After dinner, they resumed reading through Chris's contract. Hours later, he was satisfied that he'd gotten through the various documents with enough thoroughness and understanding to be happy to sign them. It was great to have Lillian and Michelle there to clarify certain sections when the legal jargon began making it difficult for him to interoperate confidently.

The signing took forever too, with him having to initial every page and sign and date multiple different documents in various places.

Overall, he thought he was getting a pretty good deal. Revealing himself unintentionally to the military and being fired upon by an extremely expensive missile/satellite interception system was a pretty big deal it turns out. With Michelle's manoeuvring, he'd gotten a high paying job instead of being brought before the Synod for his rather reckless behaviour. That was doubly important seeing as he'd recently earned the scorn of several powerful members.

Michelle's assurance that he'd be working with her to help the government prepare for the Revelation made him feel positive about the situation, rather than that it was being forced upon him. He still wasn't 100% comfortable with her plans to put him in the public spotlight but he was beginning to see her reasoning and understand the potential this position could offer him if he wanted to grasp it.

Eventually it was over and Annabel promptly dragged him off to bed, wanting a snuggle buddy even if her body was still off limits to his depredations.

It took an annoyingly long time to get to sleep. A naked, soft Annabel pressed up against him would usually guarantee a tiring, satisfying encounter to help him drift off. This punishment of hers was becoming unbearable.

His erection throbbed angrily between them. It had been days and he was so God-damn horny that he was about to lose this challenge he'd set himself.

The thought of sneaking quietly into Susan's room and ravishing her over and over to the sound of her delighted wailing had him reaching to pull back the covers more than once. What held him back was a sinking fear that with his new, enlarged form, he would have just as much if not more trouble having sex with her as he had with Annabel.

He decided to talk with Annabel tomorrow, his beast-like libido was getting out of hand and he needed some relief. Even if it was a little self-gratification, anything would be better than this wound-up, throbbing state.

***

Annabel awoke in the darkness. Fleeting images of her dream still rattling around inside her skull. Her lover's huge, hybrid dragon form looming over her, dwarfing her, inside her. He'd been savage, taking her roughly in punishment for denying him her body. He'd growled, nipped, kissed, licked and manhandled in all the right ways; his huge purple and creamy-white body pinned her to some sort of rich, animal fur rug.

She'd loved every second of dream-sex. Screamed in joy as he'd thrust that hot, large cock of his deep into her core. It must have been a dream because it hadn't hurt much at all and had taken her to the brink of orgasm in just a few masterful thrusts.

An incessant sensation at her nipple brought her further out of sleep, realising that the peculiar pinching must have been what woke her.

Quietly reaching for the bedside lamp in an attempt not to wake Chris, she flicked the switch. The covers were pulled back a little to find a very guilty looking cartoon dragon staring up at her from his perch on one of her small breasts, a delicate teat throbbing from his excited gnawing.

"Naughty," She scolded him sleepily, her head thumping back into the pillow, trying to recapture more of that fleeting dream.

A hand traipsed down across her smooth tummy. It rested there in the short brown curls, a trimmed little triangle above her sex. It was all that was left after yesterday's grooming. She paused there, wondering if she wanted to take it any further. It had been a while since she'd masturbated. She and Chris had been making love so regularly. Until recently that is. She missed the sex, a lot.

Curiosity of what his enchantment might be doing to her was ultimately the excuse she used to slip her fingers down further, exploring her vulva and coming to terms with some of the changes she'd noticed a few days ago.

For starters, she was drenched. It was hardly a surprise after awakening from such a dream. But the quality of her moisture was different somehow. There was definitely more than she was used to, not that she'd had any problems with inadequate lubrication to date mind you. It felt different. Slicker somehow and thicker too, adhering to her fingers and enflamed labia and oozing reluctantly from her slit. It also had been leaving much more prominent residues in her underwear, which had been her first warning sign that something had changed down there.

Speaking of her labia, she ghosted the slick, plump flesh, running her fingers up and down along their engorged contours. They parted almost reluctantly under a little force, sending a spark of pleasure up her spine.

Both pairs of labia were larger now. She'd been happy with how she was put together downstairs beforehand but now her outer lips were extremely full. She'd even go so far as to call them fat. Her inner pair, previously barely visible unless she opened her legs now pouted defiantly up and down the length of her slit. They didn't look out of place or anything, all frilly and pink, but when she'd first gotten a look in the mirror it had taken some getting used to.

Her clitoris peaked tentative from between those lush folds of flesh, slightly more prominent than she remembered, excited and ready for action. A little bean in need of some serious flicking. She didn't have to dip her fingers inside to gather moisture, they were already covered as her hand naturally gravitated towards that joyful bundle of nerves.

She gasped at first contact, shooting a guilty look towards Chris. He was still asleep on his back so she began a gentle circular motion, teasing herself.

Her eyes closed in pleasure and her vagina shuddered appreciatively, seeking to squeeze and coax but finding nothing there to embrace. Gods, she needed him. When her eyes opened, they again gravitated to her sleeping lover, and then down the large, blanket-covered contour she could see in the soft light.

He was right there. All she had to do was roll over into him and demand some mind-blowing sex. It would be so easy. Her eyes rested on the tent he was making at his groin. That monster was already rearing to get into the action.

The changes she'd been observing over the previous days eased her apprehension at tackling his new, absurd size. One of the first things she'd thought whilst looking at herself in the mirror was that her pussy looked like it built to handle a good dicking. His stupid enchantment was actually doing what he'd wanted it to. Annabel realised that she didn't want to wait a second longer to test the results.

Bartholomew raced excitedly around her belly button as she made that resolution. She couldn't help the tiny giggle that escaped her at his antics, the poor tattoo had been sulking all week after she'd deprived him of his main source of sustenance.

She was hungry too though. Hungry for him. Hungry for his smell, his taste. She wanted to his sticky, magic-bound seed erupting forcefully inside her, coating her insides one molten squirt after another. She ached for that delightful tingling and heavy-body satisfaction that left her nigh insensate afterwards.

Enough!

Annabel grasped the covers and slowly peeled them away from their naked bodies.

***

Chris awoke to a strange dichotomy of warmth and coolness. At first, he thought he must have managed to wrestle the covers off himself.

The incessant, hot, lapping his engorged cockhead was receiving quickly brought him wide awake in the light of the bedside lamp.

Looking down, Annabel's eyes twinkled up at him delightfully. Her lips were spread wide, engulfing his enflamed crown, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside. He groaned as she acknowledged him by applying a staggering amount of suction and increasing the grip her hand had on his thick root.

"Oh yes," he murmured sleepily.

She flicked her tongue, attempting to burrow it into the little slit at the very tip of the prodigious member before slowly removing him from her mouth with an audible slurp.

Streams of viscous, warm saliva cascaded down his length, only to be caught up and spread all over his shaft by her hand as she began a firm jerking motion. Her other hand gathered her long, wild hair out of the way and down across her left shoulder. She let out a lustful moan before she spoke, her lips retreating only millimetres from the angry, hot manhood.

"Mmm...I'm so worked up, Chris. God, I should have known I couldn't hold out for long. It's not fair."

"What's not fair?" He asked, gritting his teeth and flexing his cock in an attempt to stave off the mounting pleasure. He was seriously on a hair trigger right now after days of forced abstinence. A little streamer of runny pre-come spurted across her waiting lips as his cock jumped.

She didn't miss a beat, her pink tongue snaked out to collect the delicious morsel before she replied.

"You shouldn't smell and taste so good, you shouldn't use pheromones and magic to ensnare a poor, innocent girl like me," She paused, pursing her plump lips around his tip and attempting to suck more of his fluid directly from him. "And you definitely shouldn't have such a fucking huge cock!"

"That's no way for a poor, innocent girl to talk," Chris chuckled. "And this certainly isn't how one would behave either."

He reached down and cupped her jaw, running a thumb across those sinful lips of hers.

"What can I say, you're awakening my nasty side," She smiled as her hand kept jacking up and down in a vain attempt to encircle his girth. Her other slid off his muscular thigh to gently cradle and heft his large pair of testicles. She just knew were jam-packed with his hot, potent seed. She craved it. They too over-spilled her grasp, just like the fucking flag pole she was still wrangling in her other hand.

"Nasty Annabel can come out and play whenever she likes," he groaned as she gently fondled him.

"Look at these things! Jesus Chris, I think we'd better let off some pressure before you fuck me."

His eyes widened in lust and astonishment.

"You heard me," she continued, running her tongue down the underside of his shaft to accentuate her point. Opening wide, she barely managed to inhale one of his large, tender balls partially into her mouth. She sucked, pulling back gently until the orb was forced to pop back out, half of it glistening lewdly. His spicy musk was so thick down there, driving her arousal and anticipation higher still.

"I want you to cum, Chris. I want to taste it. I want to see you shooting across my tongue and then I want you to roll me over and fuck me, Chris. Can you do that for me?"

"What about..." he didn't get a chance to finish his sentence.

"Shh," she hushed him. "I know what you're going to say but I can't stand it anymore, Babe. I need you. We're going to have to try sooner or later, I think I'm ready."

She swayed her naked hips back and forth, giving him a wonderful profile of her perfect ass and narrow waist, all the while her hands continued their loving manipulation.

"Okay, Dee," Chris was eager and hopeful to discover what his enchantment had done to her yet reserved about getting his hopes too high. Above all, he had to avoid hurting her.

"Yee of little faith," Annabel recognised the doubt in his eyes. "Now, shut up and let me get back to work."

She smiled mischievously before tugging his resisting cock downwards, straining against the upwards force of his blood-engorged shaft, making him gasp at the pleasurable strain. While he was distracted, she slipped his fat, pulsing head into her mouth again and got down to the basics of coaxing out his fast approaching orgasm.

It was painfully obvious that he wasn't going to last. Chris couldn't help it as his dick hardened in preparation for the release he'd been waiting for all week. Her mouth was so warm and her lips stroked delightfully against the very sensitive edge of his cockhead, sending pleasure washing over his body. Moments later, she abandoned his testicles and brought both hands to work on his steel-hard shaft. They shucked sloppily up and down his length in unison as she purposefully expelled more spittle from her sucking mouth.

Perhaps best of all, her eyes twinkled in delight as he tried vainly to stave off an embarrassingly quick release. She wanted him to come, wanted him to lose any semblance of control. His dragon instinct purred, releasing his resistance to give the saucy little minx exactly what she wanted.

Chris' throat began a drawn-out groan of absolute pleasure as he finally peaked. His hips flexed up, abdomen tensing as his huge cock throbbed harder still. His eyes squeezed shut, unable to do anything but be carried away in the pleasure of her warm, moist caresses.

Pre-come flooded up his shaft, coating Annabel's tongue and drawing out a muffled moan as she finally felt his thick length reach an undeniable rigidity, swelling larger in her already stuffed mouth. She felt the first contraction rocket up the mighty beast and braced to receive it. It was a good thing she had, for the thick streamer of dragon-cum blasted straight to the back of her mouth, almost overwhelming her.

She didn't have time to try swallowing his unnaturally thick, sticky spend before a second titanic throb heralded the forceful arrival of the next molten spurt. Then she was lost, his taste and potent magical essence forced itself upon her very being. Her mind was reduced to a gently firing mass of pleasure neurons. A whimper welled up inside her throat as she was overwhelmed, her eyes losing focus and eventually shutting tight as her whole body quivered, magic zinging between her cells. All the while, she felt him splash hot against her tongue and teeth, quickly filling her already occupied mouth.

Chris opened bleary eyes as his orgasm continued unabated, his cock throbbing repeatedly as pulse after pulse of semen raced up his shaft. He watched Annabel falter, overtaken by her own pleasure and felt her begin a vain attempt to swallow it all down.

Cum quickly leaked around her mouth, dribbling down his shaft as she gulped to keep up. But it was too much. With a high-pitched whine of satisfaction, her lips released the swollen, spitting head. Still he wasn't done, a thick rope of his seed spewed forth. Up across her lips and face, arching high into the air to splatter down in her silky chestnut hair. Another followed as his cock twitched, firing high up across his belly and chest.

Annabel opened her eyes cautiously and watched in wonder, regaining some control over her body as the initial intensity of her orgasm dulled to a low rumble. Now she finally had a chance to swallow down the spicy, salty cum inundating her mouth. She giggled insanely as the godlike phallus refused to stop. She was absolutely plastered with the thick white ribbons and loving the messy debauchery. Perhaps Immi was rubbing off on her.

She stuck out her tongue and angled him down until the thick, angry head found a purpose-built resting place against the dexterous pink tissue. She squealed excitedly as she received another hot splatter across her cheek for her troubles. When she felt safe she wasn't going to get a blast in her eye, she looked up at his stupid, orgasm-scrunched face and watched his astonishment as she finally jacked the last few dribbles across her pink tongue to lovingly pool in her mouth.

Chris' chest heaved, remembering to breathe as his orgasm finally gave out. His cock throbbed maddeningly, pulsing as if it never wanted to stop spewing his load over the gorgeous body of the slim teen. He tingled sensitively but she seemed to apply just the right amount of stimulation with her tongue to guide him down gently from the lofty heights of pleasure he'd been soaring.

He watched in awe as she began the lengthy process of tracking down his errant streaks of semen. She was a beautiful mess. Several lines tracked up across her cheeks, more clung in the mass of smooth, brown hair. Her swollen lips were covered, but quickly being swiped clean by that sinful tongue of hers.

More still glistened across her chin, on the naked skin of her slender shoulder, and up onto his chest. It was unbelievable that it had all been inside him a few shuddering breaths earlier. He even watched Bartholomew streak across her glazed skin, leaving no trace of the gleaming fluid behind as the greedy enchantment gobbled up what he could before his mistress had it for herself.

Annabel watched him stare, knowing he must be getting some serious man-fantasy satisfaction. She was going to play the fuck out of this.

She'd known after that fateful experience in the shower that he was going to cum like a prize bull. She shivered in satisfaction knowing that she, just a regular girl, had this powerful dragon in her thrall, that he loved her with all his heart. It didn't seem possible.

"I can't tell you how good that was, Dee," He finally panted down at her.

"Mmmhhh... It was my pleasure," She let out an extravagant purr, still working to clean his slightly softening erection. "You know I love sucking you off, Chris. Look at it all though, no wonder Claire and Petra are pregnant."

He looked away briefly, squeamish at the mention of the two dragonesses.

"What's wrong, Chris? I'm not allowed to mention that in the bedroom, how you knocked up two beautiful dragonesses?" She smiled coquettishly up at him. The dichotomy between the dominant, confident dragon and the sensitive young man was fun to play with and despite his apparent embarrassment, she could feel the massive shaft twitch as she stroked his ego.