Endangered Ch. 08

The only thing that wasn't perfect was that she couldn't easily provide him oral pleasure. It had been their naughty treat after that fateful incident on the flight back from the UK, something special between them.

It was only a matter of days before she hatched a plan and had him work his magic again, this time on her mouth and throat, transforming her into a world class cocksucking champion. That she could now take his huge dragon cock to the very last inch was testament to the potency of his magic.

Susan slurped greedily as his crest began to rise and pre-come practically gushed from his tip. She pulled back until just his enormous crown occupied her mouth, spitting tasty fluid across her teeth and tongue. She could see his face scrunch up and feel him thicken to diamond-cutting hardness.

She moaned in anticipation as her tongue batted his slit and her lips sucked heavily against his sensitive ridge. He swelled thicker in her grip, harder. One hand jerked him slowly, feeling the first spasm of climax race up his shaft, the other reached back to collect the huge glass beaker. She had to grope around momentarily to find it as the first blast of thick, white semen rocketed against the back of her mouth.

Susan swallowed greedily, he had more to give than she need for her potion. His magic raced through her body, sparking fires of pleasure and satisfaction in moments. She cried out in husky pleasure, releasing his squirting shaft to fire a massive pearly salvo across her cheek and into her dark hair. Her hand took a firm grip at his root and wrenched him downwards until his hugely inflamed helmet met the cold glass of the beaker, ready to collect his precious load.

She laughed delightedly, feeling the huge ropes of magic-rich spunk race up his shaft into the rapidly filling receptacle. It was so exciting to watch and feel his huge erection spit angrily, jettisoning enough sperm to impregnate her a billion times over. The thought made her whimper as his sharp little magical climax quieted its headlong race through her body. Her drenched womanhood began to relax its sympathetic squeezing, instead feeling hot, empty, and demanding.

It didn't take an expert potion-master's eye to know she'd collected enough, the beaker was nearly full. He must have given her almost a pint and he was still spewing his pearly, prodigious load as she performed a well-timed swap, her mouth wrapping hungrily around his tip again. She couldn't help noticing he was ejaculating more and more these days. Perhaps he was adapting and growing to meet the needs of his hungry brood as they became receptive to absorbing his magic.

Chris' eyes shot open at the return of the warm sensation of her lips. He looked on approvingly as she swallowed down his last few spurts, his hand still stroking through her hair. Her look of pure love as she performed this almost worship-like act spurred his passions anew.

She squealed delightedly as he pulled her off of his penis and rode her down onto the rug. She barely had time to place the now heavy beaker back on the coffee table before he was upon her, lips demanding.

She kissed him back, slipping her tongue deep into his mouth as she felt him pulling impatiently at her dress.

They broke the kiss as he gave up on getting her dress off and instead focused on getting his restricting jeans down to his ankles and off in a desperate struggle.

Susan laughed at his impatience. He clearly couldn't wait to be inside her and she saw no reason to postpone their coupling either. She spread her legs in anticipation, pulling her dress up onto her tummy as he squirmed around on top of her, his massive dick flailing around wildly between her thighs.

Finally, he freed one of his legs and that was good enough. He gripped her thigh roughly and spread her further, making her gasp. His hot knob butted against the slick gusset of her rather practical underwear. He pulled those roughly aside too, exposing her engorged vagina, her forest of soft, dark, pubic hair slicked down with her own thick, leaking lubricant.

His enormous head split her easily, sliding quickly into her gushing quim. They groaned in unison, eyes meeting again as they both felt the wonderful heat and instinctual satisfaction of their mating.

Susan's back arched upwards, thrusting her heaving breasts into him as his great spear conquered her once more. It sank deeper and deeper in one measured thrust until he bumped her cervix in just the way she'd grown to love. She let out a pleasured yip as he ground his fat cock around inside her, stirring her sensitive tissues expertly. Then she had to hold onto his broad shoulders for dear life as he suddenly reared back and began fucking her with powerful strokes.

Chris yelled triumphantly above her, revelling in the pleasure of the fuck. His cock bathed in the heat of her quivering, greasy, molten-hot pussy. He wasn't holding back. His hips slapped against the back of her thighs as he pushed her legs higher, folding the beautiful witch up into a mewling, sweaty, ball of sex and hammering her mature cunt with as much as she could take.

It was a thing of beauty, the lust and passion of their coupling, their cries of ecstasy.

Susan was absolutely soaking, he loved that about her. Even before the enchantment, she would always be wet and ready for him at the drop of a hat. If she was tired or overloaded with magic, she would still roll over and accept his youthful, loving attention and let him fuck her rotten. This time was no different. As they fucked, her thick pussy cream and his own precum worked into a oily white lather, paving the way for his plundering erection. Despite his size, their overflowing lubrication allowed for an easy, wonderful glide in and out of her squeezing channel.

His cock was singing its joy to the rest of his sweaty body, butting her fleshy cervix at every opportunity and barely skimming her sensitive clitoris when he angled his thrusts just right. He could tell she was close too by the way she squirmed in his grip, attempting to raise her hips and meet the powerful thrusts of his over-sized dick. Her strained, puffy labia gripped him each time he pulled out, reluctant to release him, yet resisting his entry so delightfully each time he thrust back in.

"Oh god! Chris... I... ahh... hhaaa... fucking... love this!" She screamed against his cheek, great gasps of air being sucked into her lungs to fuel her lush body's pleasure.

Every exquisite thrust was announced with an excited cry from his gorgeous mother as her climax grew rapidly inside her core. He smiled down at her in masculine pride as they fucked. There was something incredibly satisfying about knowing he was the pinnacle of her sexual experience. That he alone could take her to such heights of pleasure, that other men would pale in comparison to him both in size and in giving her the pleasure, the magic she deserved. This was being a dragon. Fucking his mate, providing for her, protecting her, breeding her.

That thought was what finally pushed him over the edge. His whole body tensed as cum raced up his mighty shaft once more, straight into her hungry depths.

Susan wailed happily as the scalding seed shot forcefully against her cervix, plastering it white as she felt more and more of his thick cum jet into her well-fucked love-tunnel. It was hot, blooming deep inside, making her hips writhe as she shook her head back and forth in pleasured disbelief. Her orgasm crested instantly, barely needing the help of his potent magic to have her shuddering beneath him. Her legs escaped his grasp as they thrashed in pleasure, her back arching, toes curling.

She felt him reposition, his huge cock-knob rocking forcefully into her cervix, parting her just a little. Susan couldn't fathom how he managed that feat with unnerving accuracy but cried out her encouragement nonetheless. His precious seed, shot through the eye of the needle, burst forth directly into her womb. Paroxysms of pleasure renewed as her womanhood clamped down hard on the thick invader. Her labia strained, unable to encircle last few inches of his massive cock-root, almost pinching at him as he pumped her so full of baby batter that it began spewing back out around their coupling.

The last of her air left her lungs in a whispering groan of tortured overload, her abdomen shuddering rhythmically as he fired the last of his life-giving sperm into her most sacred depths.

It was then, his cum pooling deep inside her, that he brushed his lips ever so lightly against her ear. Their panting breath was warm against each other, their sweaty faces radiating heat. He kissed her neck, such a tender gesture, and whispered to her so hopefully.

"One day soon we'll make a child together, Mom."

Susan could only shiver silently and cling to him, a strained gasp on her face as his illicit words detonated another orgasmic bomb inside her. Nothing would please her more, he'd played her like a fiddle.

***

Half an hour later, when they finally managed to rouse themselves from post-coital cuddling, they realised they were going to be late.

There was a potion to make, slick genitals to clean, clothes to straighten, hair to brush, sex stains to dab at, and smeared lipstick to track down.

Susan hovered over her cauldron, stirring madly in a precise order of clock and counter-clock strokes. His thick, sticky seed clung annoyingly to the beaker as she upended it, before rushing in with a lewd glug. The surface of the liquid quit its happy simmering and began to boil furiously. The witch frowned intently. A dangerous froth rose up towards her like an unattended pot of pasta. She doubled down on the stirring, her ancient stone ladle sloshing in the pool of golden liquid at the bottom.

The froth rose almost to the brim of the cauldron, making Susan doubt her abilities momentarily. It held steady for a few moments as Chris eyed the imminent catastrophe warily over her shoulder. Unfinished or poorly brewed potions were notorious for their weird and sometimes destructive effects. Finally, the bubbling subsided and the foam began to recede. Soon enough, a now pale purple fluid was revealed.

Susan sighed in relief but her attention was drawn back to the cum-smeared beaker in her hand. It would be a travesty to let any of his essence go to waste. That she had access to Chris as a source at all would have all the Salem grand families green with envy.

A spatula was soon produced, rounding up the errant globs of his cooling semen and driving them out over the lip of the beaker to splash into the cauldron. They produced a small amount of bubbling, easily managed this time. As she stirred, Susan savoured the tasty treat of licking the spatula with apparent enjoyment.

Chris' ever excitable cock twitched dangerously at the obscene sight.

"Jesus, Mom, you'd better stop that right now if we're going to get out of here. We're already running late."

Susan smirked, making a performance of running her tongue along the red silicone of the kitchen implement, collecting the last of his delicious, spicy essence. She giggled happily as he let out an exasperated sigh.

"I'm sorry, dear." She wasn't. "I just can't let any go to waste."

"Well, do you have to be so sexy about it? Annabel's going to strangle me as it is and we still have to walk back to the apartment."

They were thankfully quick to finish their preparations to leave. Susan turned off the gas burner under the cauldron and ladled out a small vial full of the new pheromone cancellation potion. Her trusty label maker soon printed out a little sticker to label it PCP. Chris couldn't help laughing at her bemused expression when he explained that wasn't exactly an appropriate acronym to carry around. Especially seeing as they were going out to a club this evening and the potion would be put through its paces.

Susan spared a moment to reapply her lipstick in the mirror, she'd look positively indecent otherwise. The heels came off too and into a carry bag, replaced with her more practical, comfy white and pink sneakers for the walk home. Then she collected her ever present huge leather purse and led her impatient dragon back out into the warehouse.

The systems governing the lights, temperature, and water for the plants were fully automated but she spared thirty seconds to make sure everything was set up properly for the weekend. She locked up, set the alarm, and they started walking hurriedly back towards the Being district, hand in hand.

Chris and Susan chatted amiably about this and that, smiling dreamily at each other as they walked. Sure, they were going to be late but there had been a damn pleasurable reason for it.

He loved these times with Susan as they walked home after work and was going to miss them once their new house was built. They'd grown ever closer as the weeks passed, cementing their relationship as lovers, discussing plans.

He was finding it was important to devote some part of every day to each of his lovely partners. It didn't matter if it was just five minutes spent cuddling on the sofa or two hours of soulful conversation as they strolled a park on the weekend. Every one of his beautiful ladies received his undivided attention and love at some point in the day. If for some reason they didn't, he would make it up to them.

Their strange family was falling easily into the brood dynamic. There was an unofficial roster for his evenings, involving bedding at least one of his broodmates. He still slept most week nights with Annabel so that undoubtedly led to a repeat performance once he returned to her bed. Then in the mornings, he would get up at the crack of dawn, shake the sleep from his mind, and track down either the witch or one of the two dragonesses to screw. They would fuck, filling as many magical vesicles as time and their tired bodies allowed before the rest of the day started at seven am.

Perhaps the most unexpected factor of the equation was Immi. The rambunctious sprite was growing at a steady but alarming rate thanks to his enchantment. Already she was just over two and a half feet tall, more than doubling her size in two months. The unexpected part was how she'd managed to insert herself into his relationship with Annabel. The sprite slept with them every night and regularly joined in their lovemaking. It was becoming common for her to accompany Annabel during the day too, adopting various disguises or simply staying close by in the Ether.

Immi's growing size, unrealistic beauty, and playful submissiveness were a constant strain on his desire. Chris could not wait for the day that he sunk his throbbing cock into that little blue minx. Her still diminutive size didn't stop her participating as he and Annabel made love though. Her small blue hands could tease, grope, pinch, slap, and fondle perfectly well. She had an unashamed obsession with his cum, guzzling it down in unbelievable quantities at every chance she got, including slurping it happily from Annabel's depths. She was convinced it was fuelling her growth and Chris had to agree with her.

Annabel's sapphic awakening had taken him by surprise though. He'd walked in on her lapping away at the sprite's tiny, delicious pussy one day. The two of them hadn't offered him any explanation. His dragon tendencies accepted that readily enough, especially when he'd mounted Annabel and found her already glistening and ripe for sex.

He should have expected it really. Immi's girl-cum, whilst delicious, was a potent aphrodisiac and euphoric, bordering narcotic. He knew from personal experience. Annabel was exposed during that first encounter the three of them had shared on the couch months ago after Reyla had shot at him with a shadefrost spell. He suspected the rest was inevitable after that seed had been planted. He knew Annabel's feelings for him hadn't changed, she was growing some new ones for the sprite, just as he was.

He couldn't deny the erotic sight of them together. Kissing, play fighting, competing for his attention; it was all a well-rehearsed act to get an inevitable rise out of him. He did wonder if their relationship would change once Immi was large enough to have sex with him. Though the thought of Immi and Annabel entwined in lust as he took turns pleasuring them was a haunting fantasy. Some nights he would wake abruptly, only to find Immi's lithe little body wrapped around his cock, searching for a midnight snack.

He shook his head in capitulation, wrapping his arm around Susan and squeezing her against his side. He was a dragon, not a human. Sexual mores were hard to overcome though. He still felt guilty or embarrassed sometimes if one of his ladies caught him fooling around with another brood member or ogling an attractive woman on the street. He wondered it that would ever change, they certainly teased him enough about it.

This line of thought brought him back to the looming issue of Hailey Sibon. While his dragon instinct told him to bed the beautiful young heifer forthwith, he had to question his own sanity. He had five amorous ladies to contend with already. What the hell was he thinking? What was he going to do tonight when his broodmates would surely sense the tension between them?

"Mom, I don't know what to do about Hailey," he stated bluntly, as if that was all the information she was going to need to dissect his tangled feelings.

Susan smiled, happy that he had come to her with this. From the way his body tensed as he spoke, she could tell he was worked up about it.

"Well, that depends, dear. I assume you like her, otherwise there wouldn't be an issue?" She asked.

"Yeah," Chris admitted. "I do, but..."

"But what?"

"Jees, Mom, I don't know... It's like I feel guilty when I'm talking to her. Like I'm being unfaithful."

Susan squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"That's very touching, Chris. I know it must be difficult for you to come to grips with your nature. You should do what feels right to your dragon. I'm not saying you should go around humping everything like an excited puppy, but it is natural for you to possess a... gosh I hesitate to say it."

"What, Mom?"

"A harem, dear," Susan sighed. "Your brood is a harem. I can't tell you there's a cap on the number of women you should or shouldn't be involved with. I would appreciate it if you keep it to a dull roar though, I want to be able to spend at least some time with you."

"I'll always have time for you, Susan." He squeezed her tighter again as they rounded the final corner, the hotel lobby coming into view half a block away.

"Thank you, honey. As far as I'm concerned, you can investigate bringing Hailey in on our relationship if that's what you both want. What's important is that everyone is content with the dynamic; that feelings don't get hurt. Perhaps you should take it slowly with Hailey, hang out with her or go on a date. You know, regular stuff. You also need to introduce her to the others and make sure they're okay. I know Annabel and I have met her once or twice but Claire, Petra, and Immianthe haven't. Tonight will be a perfect opportunity to make a start."

"Thanks, Mom. I guess that sort of helps."

"There's also the practical aspect to think about. If your current track record is anything to go by, you are going to have a lot of crawling, crying, drooling, puking, and pooping little miracles to look after. You're going to be a father, young man. It will change you, put a lot of demands on your time, energy, and sanity. Not to mention your wallet!

I know we've barely talked about it outside of the bedroom but I do want children with you someday, Chris, all of us do. You need to consider your responsibilities to us, your broodmates, as well as your future children. It's a big deal and I suspect you won't fully understand it until you're holding your firstborn in your arms."