The Dragon's Heart

"It's been an exciting evening, hasn't it?"

I got out first and wrapped myself in the wealth of towels left for us then slipped into my night clothes. I glanced at the silky, lacy pile in Lanissa's alcove as I left the bathroom for her to dry and get dressed.

I was hard again and was glad she wasn't watching as I hobbled my way through the suite. Should I wait for her out in the living area? No, I decided I didn't want things to slow down. Even just with her body against mine and kissing me I'd gotten close to the edge and my body was tingling with frustration. I jumped onto the bed with boyish joy, suddenly playful, and lay full length, waiting for my bride to appear.

Lanissa was no different from any other girl and I was waiting a long time. But finally I heard the soft patter of her bare feet on the stone floor in the corridor and she appeared. A single clawed hand curled about the door and then she poked her head in.

Her hair was dry, a great wave of soft blackness that flowed about her face. Her skin was still pink from the bath and her scales glowed with their iridescence. As soon as her eyes met mine she blushed.

"Um, promise you won't laugh," she said. "The sleepwear they left me is a bit skimpy."

With uncharacteristic shyness Lanissa pushed the door open and stepped into to the room. She was not wrong with her description of her bedclothes.

The negligee she wore was sheer, as though she was wreathed again in that glowing steam. The light blue complemented her bath-pink skin beautifully, and a lot of it was on display. The hem of the negligee extended barely halfway down her thighs and hugged her ample hips, making her waist seem all the more slender. As she timidly made her way to the bed she almost fell out of the top of it, so deeply cut was the decolletage. She really had filled out as she'd grown up, the flat-chested teenager a distant memory. Without a bra her breasts shifted as she walked, and my eyes drank in the gorgeous embodiment of the firmness and suppleness I'd had pressed against me earlier in the bath.

And behind her, lifting the hem of the negligee, Lanissa carried her tail. It was a long tail, a beautiful one, and I realised then that having a long tail must be a reason for envy amongst dragonewts. Along with her wings, It was a delightful balance to the rest of her body, and just as she wiggled her hips beneath the blue silk, so too did her tail exhibit a shy but sensuous sexiness in the way it flicked the air with its tip.

I reached out and took her hand. Her eyes had never left my body as she'd approached, but now she looked into my eyes. She flushed and dropped her gaze straight away at my approving smile.

"It's... it's not too revealing?"

I slipped my hand to her cheek. "You look beautiful."

Her eyes flicked back to mine, panicked. "You do too!" Then her flush deepened and she muttered, "Handsome, I mean. I mean, you look handsome. Really handsome."

I indicated the bed with a nod of the head and as she climbed onto it I took hold of her waist and helped her. She squealed and as soon as she was on the bed she broke free and clambered over my quilt-covered body to her side, where she dove under the covers.

I turned over and watched as she popped her head back up next to where her tail was already poking out. I reached for her and blushing she took hold of my hands. I leaned forward and timidly she permitted me to kiss her. She soon broke the kiss, however, and I wondered what was wrong. Since we'd left the bath she'd become far more demure than the aggressive girl who'd wrestled me in the water and kissed me breathless. But I found the contrast charming and I was willing to go along with the silly game.

"There's no need to be so shy," I murmured. "We're husband and wife now. There's no-one to disturb us... unless, of course, the council has sent agents to assassinate us."

It was a stupid joke, made up on the cuff, but I suddenly grew alarmed at the thought. My nervousness must have translated onto my face as Lanissa laughed and rolled her eyes.

"I left my sword under the bed," she said, her breath hot and sweet so close to my face. "If any bad people come I'll be ready to defend your honour."

I groaned, recognising the line from the play. "You know, your dad said that people still talk about that damn play."

Lanissa laughed. "it's not nearly as bad as you think, you know. Everyone thought you were in on the whole thing. They were impressed that you were humble enough to let me steal the limelight."

"Was that what it was?"

She poked me with a claw. "I saved the play, remember? If I hadn't grabbed your sword and started swinging we'd probably still be up on that stage with you staring dumbly at it."

I chuckled. Strange how that memory had so quickly been turned on its head. I'd wasted so many years obsessing over it, about how I'd looked to everyone, when it hadn't mattered at all. Weakness, like I said. But maybe I'd remember it as humility from now on. Lanissa had that way with her. She gave me strength just by thinking about her.

I slipped my hands around her waist and she shivered. Ah, so she was still playing this game. Maybe dragonewt girls were naturally submissive in bed. I glanced about at the wall hangings and quickly became confused. The female dragonewts depicted there were easily dominant at least half the time, either perched atop their lovers and holding them down, caressing them with their tails or pulling them against their naked bodies. Then I realised that Lanissa probably thought that human girls were submissive, and I would want her to act that way, too.

The idea of her being so eager to please charmed me. It was her blushing at the wall hangings all over again.

"Shall we turn off the lights?" I asked her.

Her face flickered with a strange mixture of anxiety and relief. "Would you? I'm a little... a little shy, I guess."

"You've got nothing to be shy of," I said. I got out and turned down the lights till the room fell into a deep twilight. "Is that okay?"

I saw the indefinite shape of her nod.

I didn't mind doing it in the almost dark. There'd be lots of opportunities to appreciate her naked form later as her husband. It made sense that she was a little bashful. We'd only just met again after all those long years earlier today.

My senses after a period of blind stumbling slowly grew more acute. I slid into the bed and fumbled for her. My blind hands slipped over her arms and onto her chest. Those ample breasts presented a wonderful firmness through the slinky material, her nipples large and very hard. Lanissa gasped as my hands slipped across them and grasped my hand, pulling it to her lips. The moist heat across my skin made me eager for her lips against mine, and I searched for them in the dark, my mouth brushing along the soft expanse of her neck and ear to dart across to her mouth. She was panting by the time I reached it and as I dipped my tongue into her mouth, her own was there to meet it, heavy and hungry as before.

My hands slid down to her hips to lift the hem of her negligee, and after a playful attempt to stop me, she helped me lift it over her shoulders. We broke the kiss for a moment to do so, but quickly her mouth sought mine again. I made an attack on her underwear, but she slapped my hands away and quickly got to work stripping me from my pyjamas. Her hands fumbled at the buttons and then tore the top from around my shoulders before she began pulling at the bottoms. I helped her, untying the cord, and soon the damn things were off and I was free and naked.

My hands dropped to her hips again, her own hands ready to meet them there. I redoubled my kisses, slipping off her lips to kiss and nibble at her neck. She gasped and squirmed but still her hands stood guard on her holiest of holies.

"Lanissa, darling," I murmured as I drew my tongue across the edge of her ear. "It's not fair for me to be naked on my own, you know. It's pretty cold."

"Ah! But.. but if we go all the way, I might get pregnant."

"Is that such a bad thing? Everyone said we should start trying for a clutch as soon as possible."

My words elicited a little gasp. "You.. you want to have babies with me?"

I laughed. "Is that a bad thing? I think you'll make a wonderful mother."

With a sigh she dropped her hands away and grasping the waistband I slid her underwear off, taking my time, enjoying the sensation of the roughness making way for the exquisite smoothness of her hips and thighs. She helped by lifting a leg and I soon had her underwear off and promptly lost them somewhere in the bedclothes. But I'd felt that tell-tale hot wetness, and the scent of Lanissa's excitement was thick about me.

My own excitement was obvious. I drew Lanissa's hand down to my erection, but instead she placed her hands around my hips and pulled me against her. Her hands slipped across my sides and around my torso, drawing the rest of me closer and her lips murmured hot breath against mine.

"I'm ready," she whispered.

She crushed me in her embrace, her large breasts with their generous nipples squashed against my chest, and my erection, pressed up against my abdomen and squeezed between us, encountered an incredible heat and wetness. I gasped at the sudden jet of pleasure that sparked along my back and Lanissa echoed it, her lips hovering above mine. Then she pressed her hips harder against mine, the length of my erection against the diamond-hardness of the centre of her own pleasure.

She started to rub herself against me, panting, and delighted by her abandon I slipped my tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply. I felt, then, what I thought was a third arm slipping around my hips and buttocks and for a moment I was alarmed and confused by the sensation. But then the tip of her tail slipped across my waist and I realised what it was. I'd seen something like that on the wall hangings, the dragonewt lovers entwining their tails together. Of course, I had no tail, but Lanissa didn't seem to mind, the tip of her tail drumming against one buttock as her panting and rubbing grew more eager.

I humoured her, knowing well that one climax wouldn't be enough for her. As a sensitive lover I had no problem with delaying my own pleasure for her. Besides, her gasps and frenzied kissing were adorable and I knew she'd be eager to please me later. I tried to slip out of her embrace, planning to bring her the final leg of her delight with my mouth and tongue, eager to taste the flavour that accompanied her beautiful spicy scent, but she kept me in place, her hips glued to mine.

Her humping grew frenzied and her pants and gasps became sharp cries. Then, tearing her lips from mine, she threw her head back and moaned a deep, guttural sound deep in her throat as her body shuddered against me. Languor took hold of her limbs, so I helped her by taking over, slipping against her rock-hard button as she trembled and squeezed me to her. Her kisses became bites and it was my turn to cry out when her teeth scored my neck.

Then at last she fell away, panting, her tail extricating itself from me to lie across the bed like an exhausted snake. I rolled onto my side and kissed her ear, neck and shoulders as the final throes of her orgasm shivered through her.

We lay there together a short while. Then she jerked awake and sat up. With a clap of her hands she brought the lights up. Her face was flushed, her dark hair a maelstrom from the tossing of her head. When she saw me she cried out and grabbed me, kissing my face over and over.

"Oh, darling! I had no idea it would feel so good!"

The excitement on her face was so adorable I forgot for a moment about my aching erection. I grinned at her and said, "Well, if you thought that felt good..."

But Lanissa wasn't paying any attention to me. She's slipped her hands down under the sheets and after a moment she brought them back up. Her hand was slick with her excitement and she stared at the glistening spot, frowning. Then she laughed and lay back.

"Oh, I knew there'd be no blood," she said. "I guess my tutor was just being senile."

I chuckled. "I'd be worried if there was any blood."

Lanissa sighed. "I know, right?" She rolled over to face me. "So, do you think you got me pregnant?"

I opened my mouth, ready to burst out laughing when I noticed how earnest her expression was. Instead, I just stared at her.

"Uh, Lanissa. You... you do know how sex works, right?"

She frowned. "Of course I do." Her eyes found the many discrete illustrations of lovemaking scattered across the wall-hangings. "I mean, it's not hard to work out, right? A male and a female lie naked together with their bodies against each other. And eventually you climax-" Her voice fell to almost a whisper for that word. "-and that's how it works. My tutor told me all about it, but the silly old thing said there was going to be blood and that it was nothing to be worried about."

"Well," I said, following her gaze. I still half-believed this was all a joke and I tried and failed to control the smile popping onto my face. "Uh, there might be a bit more to it than just lying together naked."

A blush suffused her face. "Oh. I think I know what you're talking about. The other things you can do, right? Like, with our mouths..." Her voice fell low again.

The sight of the proud and confident girl rendered so helpless had slain my heart. Was it really possible for her to be so naive about such things? But then, she was the daughter of a suzerain and I'm sure that maybe people had tried to tell her about the birds and the bees in the past but she'd breezily told them she already knew all about it.

I took her hands in mine.

"There's lots of things males and females can do together," I said. "But I was talking about making a girl pregnant, really."

Lanissa looked bewildered. "I still really don't understand how just rubbing together can make a baby, though."

I nodded. "That's because there are a few little details I think you still don't know about." And then, as matter of factly as I could, I explained the whole process to her.

She sat there silent for a long while. Then tears began to fall from her wide golden eyes.

"What's wrong?" I cried, alarmed. I didn't think my description of the process had been all that frightening and I'd been careful to stress that the hymen being broken was only a temporary sting.

"Oh, I'm such a little kid," she sobbed, wringing her hands. "I wanted our first time to be special together and now you must think I'm so stupid!"

I threw my arms around her shoulders and drew her head against my chest. "It's okay to be inexperienced," I said, stroking her hair. "And you're not stupid."

"But you must be so frustrated," she muttered. "I left you lying there, without making you feel good at all!"

"You made me feel very good," I said. "But there's no reason we can't try again. It's not like sex is something you only get one chance at."

She sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes with her wrist. "You're... you're not angry?"

I laughed. "No, but I think my heart might break from how cute you are." I kissed her forehead. "Why don't we try again? Don't worry, I'll be very gentle."

I caressed her back underneath her furled wings until she began to sigh. I've always found a back-rub helps smooth over most awkward situations in bed. I leaned down and kissed her, seeing her breasts, now free of the bedclothes that had dropped away while she'd been crying. They really were big, with high, dark nipples. I remembered how sensitive they'd proven to be earlier and I decided on a plan to relax her into learning how to make love.

As we kissed, I let my hands drop onto her chest just above her breasts. Her hands slid over mine and I thought for a moment I'd moved too fast for her, but she drew my hands lower, over her breasts, so that the hard nipples poked against my palms. I gently began to run my fingers across the wonderful smoothness of her delightfully soft-firm chest and she gasped. She pushed her face into the crook of my neck, her mouth flush with my skin, and as I caressed her she half-panted against, half-kissed my shoulder-blade and neck.

I hefted a generous breast in each hand. She really was the most voluptuous woman I'd ever been with. Dragonewt bodies tended towards such dangerous curves and I delighted in their beautiful weight. I refrained from squeezing them - so many guys seem to think that that's all boobs are good for - and instead slipped my thumbs across her nipples, eliciting sharp gasps from her.

I decided I shouldn't tease her too much. Even having climaxed earlier, Lanissa seemed hungry for more. I kissed her fragrant wet hair, then slid my lips down her ears and neck as I gently lay her back on the bed. Her golden eyes held mine, excited and nervous and shy all at once, and she closed them as I continued to kiss her, paying particular attention to the ridge of her shoulder blade and the spot near her armpit.

Her scales were smooth and warm against my lips, a novel texture I'd never experienced before, and as I kissed lower I felt her tail sliding along my side. It really was a useful extension and as I hefted a beautiful breast in one hand, I let my other hand fall onto her tail.

It shivered under my touch and Lanissa gasped. Okay, so her tail was sensitive too. I suspected it was like an extension of her butt. I really had no idea how dragonewts used their tails beyond the few illustrations in the wall-hangings, but I knew there was no way she wouldn't enjoy having it caressed.

I stroked it, running my fingers gently along its length, and I soon discovered from the deepening of her panting that the tip was especially sensitive. As I caressed it, my mouth found one nipple and then another and she was soon tossing her head and biting her lip to stop from crying out.

"There's no need to keep your voice down," I murmured. "There's no-one but me around to hear your beautiful voice."

Lanissa nodded, but she kept fighting against crying out. I guess she was shy. I didn't mind. Her innocence had made me harder than iron and I dove onto her breasts, pushing them together so that I could attack both nipples at once.

Lanissa's hands slipped onto my head and pushed me closer. I knew nipples as big as hers just had to be sensitive. I let my teeth brush across the top of them and this time she cried out.

"Please," she gasped. "Please bite them."

Who was I to argue? I was gentle with my biting, merely taking each nipple between my teeth and flicking the tip with my tongue and soon Lanissa was squirming on the bed.

"If you like that, I think you'll like this even more," I murmured.

I drew my mouth down her torso, kissing her firm, flat belly and working my way lower while I slid my hands over her ribs. I soon reached her belly button, which I playfully stuck my tongue into, and then I fell upon her thighs, kissing and licking them.

The scent of her excitement so close to her sex was intense, a spicy fragrance that quickly put an end to my teasing. I kissed down along her pelvic bone and her abdomen then brought my hands onto her thighs and gently parted them.

"What... what are you doing?" she gasped.

She was completely bare without the slightest trace of pubic hair. So dragonewts were naturally hairless. It made sense, given their reptilian ancestry. The skin of her lower abdomen was incredibly soft against my mouth and tongue, but when I finally brought an end to the game and placed my lips against her sex, I found something even more impossibly delightfully smooth and soft, and with it a savoury-sweet deliciousness I'd never experienced from a woman before.

Lanissa cried out as my tongue touched her between the legs and her hands fell on my head. I thought for a moment she was going to push me away, overcome by these new sensations pouring through her body, but instead she held me fast, desperate that I not stop what I was doing.