Seduced by a Dragon (Erotic Horror) Page 2

  Minutes passed before rational thought crept back into my mind.

  My hunger had passed, but I realized I would have to consume her anyway. The thought was repugnant to me now (Eating your own mate! my instincts screamed at me), but it was the easiest way to get rid of her. I couldn’t have her pressing rape charges, and having the cops sniff around my home too closely.

  Val mumbled something. I lifted myself off her. “What?”

  Several coughs followed by a sharp intake of breath. “Damn. Goddamn,” she wheezed. “I said are you all right?”

  I reared up and pulled out of her with a muffled slurp as semen followed my cock and plopped to the floor. I was surprised. She made no move to get away. I glanced down at her reddened overworked folds. “You’re asking me if I’m all right?”

  She huffed, then looked up at me over her shoulder. “Yeah. I mean that fucking hurt, you fucking scaly monster,” she said angrily, before softening her tone, “I wish you would've waited, I was dry for like half of that. But it seemed like maybe you couldn’t really help yourself. The pheromone really did something to you, huh?”

  I blinked at her. “You’re not hurt?”

  She climbed off the couch and grimaced as she stood straight and walked up to me and slapped my arm, as big around as her waist. “I’m gonna be fucking sore for days, you goddamn big-dicked Gila monster. But I’ve had dragons before. Plus I’ve been practicing with dildos, so nothing ripped or anything. I might've been able to take all of you, you know, if you’d just waited for me to get all revved up.”

  “Sorry …” I heard myself say. My eyeridges lowered in confusion..

  Val shrugged and sat at the far end of the couch, patting the cushion next to her. “So are we going to cuddle or what? You scalies might be all wham-bam-here’s-my-sperm, but us mammals need some snuggling afterward.”

  I moved to sit next to her. I lifted my arm over her head and rested it across her back as I’d seen humans do. She leaned into me, cuddle-fashion, practically purring against me. I was confused at my willingness to please her. Male dragons didn't like their females anything less than submissive, but we wanted our mates content too. And hadn’t I been ready to devour this pink-skinned monkey not twenty minutes ago? What was going on?

  It had to be the pheromones. I felt my instincts shifting. With every breath I thought less of her as prey and more like a funny-looking dragon female that I could get my rocks off on. The wild sex a few minutes ago hadn’t hurt either. My nostrils flared at the scent of my seed seeping from her overtaxed vagina.

  I had never given myself over so completely, so feral to mating with a human before.

  Still, I noticed what I wanted began warring within me. My hunger was creeping back now that I was sexually sated. I smelled the small wounds my teeth had left and moved once more to lick the blood from the back of her neck. It made her shiver. It made me hungry.

  She was in too convenient a position for me to ignore. I grabbed her arms and pinned them to her sides and lowered my jaws over her, engulfing her head and upper torso. Her head bumped the fleshy back of my throat, and I pushed my tongue forward to engulf her further. I tasted her bleached hair. Ugh. Humans and their vanity.

  She screamed. Her fingers struggled between my teeth, sliding around my wet gums. When she felt no purchase there, she grabbed a hold of my ridged lips and tried to pull herself free. My stomach grumbled. I needed to feed. I dilated my neck muscles and moved to push her head to the back of my throat and inhaled in anticipation of a long swallow—

  My eyes widened. The close scent of the pheromone hit my nostrils. I gagged violently as she slipped out of my jaws coughing and wheezing. I did the same.

  “What the flying hell was that, Seth?!” she asked, wide-eyed, getting up and taking a full step back.

  Think fast! “It's … it's something we do when we’re playful,” I said. Quick, make some more stuff up! “Like neck-nibbling, only more so. Haven’t you ever seen dog puppies, uh, try to gnaw the other puppies’ heads?”

  She narrowed her eyes at me.

  Maybe she would buy it. I had stopped myself, after all. Maybe she just chalked it up to a momentary feral instinct triggered by the pheromone. In a way, she would have been right. But in reality the instinct it triggered had saved her from my stomach.

  In the silence of her glaring at me, I shrugged, got up and padded to the kitchen.

  Containers the size and shape of canned hams were stacked several high on a countertop. Tan colored containers with a brown line circling their centers, compliments of the U.S. Department of Agriculture.

  Greasy processed meat mass-produced “for dragon consumption only”. They smelled of grease and sewer slime and milk gone bad, and was rubbery, and tasted of brackish chicken and cow parts, and fish.

  My talon slipped under a pull tab and I drew it open, discarding the lid in the sink piled high with others with a clinking sound. I walked back to the living room.

  Val watched, naked and arms crossed, as I turned the container over in my other handclaw, and raised an eyebrow as oil and gelatinous clumps fell between my fingers with a plop and to the floor. I tossed the block of pink and mottled meat into my jaws and down my throat in one smooth motion. She looked at me askew. “You must be lonely here.”

  “Dragons don’t get lonely. Not the way humans do. Most of the time we’re happy by ourselves.” I discarded the can next to the couch.

  “So you can sulk in your caves and growl at the sunshine. Not so different from a lot of human men, really.” She fleered, unfolding her arms and sitting back down on the couch.

  “Maybe.”

  We made small talk, her almost-devouring apparently history now. She did most of the talking; I remembered I had beef jerky Val could nibble on. I returned with a large sheet of it, nearly as large as she was. Placing an end between my teeth I tore off a piece several feet long, and wiping excess saliva against my waist scales, I handed it to her. I laid the sheet flat on floor as I sat next to her.

  She looked at me, half way between disapproval and amusement, shrugged, and tore a fragment of jerky with her little flat teeth. It always amused me that Earth’s alpha species had such puny dentition. But it wasn’t their teeth that had granted them mastery of the earth.

  On a whim, I grabbed her hand and turned it over in mine. She had a surprised look, then after a moment rested her chin in her other hand clutching the piece of jerky. She watched me examine it, biting her lower lip and grinning up at me.

  “Like it?” Val asked, bemused.

  I nodded and released it back to her. “I’ve been curious.”

  She giggled. “The dragon brothers were funny, like you. They couldn't've cared less about my breasts, even when I was shaking them in their snouts, but my hands were exotic to them. It's the dexterity I think. They loved it when I gave them handjobs …”

  I raised a scaly eyeridge.

  She smiled coyly, nodding her head. “A dragon female cannot do some of the things with her hands that a human can—that I can. Wanna give it a try?”

  I nodded hesitantly. She scooted closer and reached out to tickle my thigh with her tiny manicured fingers; one nail had a small green raptor painted on it. My guttural grunt of approval encouraged her.

  She slid a hand across my groin and massaged it in small circles as she looked me in the eyes. Her fingertips traced lightly along the raised pebbly surface and then glided along my vent where she rubbed two fingers gently up and down the parting edges, pressing down. My fleshy cockhead pushed through the folds and into her hands. She held it gently and examined it with curious eyes, as if it were the most wonderful thing she’d ever seen.

  Val lowered herself to my groin and ran her tongue around the base of my stiffening cock and then up the shaft, down, and up again.

  She slowly slid to her knees and positioned herself between my legs. She brushed her hair back as her mouth licked around the head of my cock. I grumbled low.

  She had to really ope
n her mouth wide to slip the swollen tip in. She eagerly sucked on it as her delicate hands glided across its growing length, lightly exploring every nook and cranny and bulging vein.

  I settled my clawfingers over her skull encouraging her to go deeper. Her enthusiastic slurping and moaning pleasured my ears.

  My head tipped back. Gnashing my teeth, I breathed in deep, and every wet slurp sent shudders of electricity up my spine. My legs stretched out as I extended and retracted my hindclaws. My ass clenched and my tail stretched out and thumped against the floor behind me. Her moans seem to purposely match mine.

  Pink monkey that she was, she could never open and control her throat muscles like a dragon, but she did well given her limitations. Almost a third of my length was swallowed up before she began coughing and gagging. Surprisingly, I found myself stroking her hair in sweet encouragement.

  She wanted to please me! I growled and snarled at her renewed vigor. I tilted up. My claws gripped her locks of hair tightly as she serviced me. Good girl!

  A short time later she pulled off my painfully erect cock. It glistened with spit and precum. I released her head reluctantly but was pleasantly surprised when she climbed up and sprawled herself across my lap. What was this human up to?

  She lifted herself expertly. Both arms doing their best to wrap around my huge neck, her tiny feet on my wide muscular thighs. I felt the heat of her sex poised teasingly at the tip of my cock.

  “I thought you were sore,” I said.

  She smiled, almost a leer, and eased herself slowly down onto me.

  I shuddered at her warmth. The pheromones weren't as overpowering and found I could control myself. I grabbed her hips and raised her up, then lowered her down my shaft slowly, up, and a little lower with every couple of plunges.

  Once again her face was pained trying to accommodate my girth. Luckily, she was lubed this time from the large volume of sperm still nestled within her. It took only a minute before I was fully in her. My snout turned side to side as I growled and snapped in the air at the heat and snug tissues engulfing me.

  No longer able to take the slow, teasing pace, I dragged her up and down my raging cock like a pile driver, slamming her down again and again and again. My tail lashed wildly about.

  God, the sensations!

  She cried out and moaned with each plunge. Her arms reached up at each side of my neck as nearly wide as my chest, her scrunching against me as her breasts brushed across the rough scales of my hide. She held on as best she could as I fucked her body up and down on me. She was like a toy in my grasp, and I envisioned her enjoying her role as a captive plaything to my far greater strength.

  I lasted longer this time. When I came, the room filled with a mix of her simian screeches and my more guttural growls and hisses. She joined when I climaxed; her body going rigid as I pumped copious volumes of dragon seed into her climaxing folds. She filled up quickly. The sticky mess spilled out of her with the force of every generous spurt. At the end, I let out a long, low, satisfied growl.

  Moments later, she lay panting against my chest, recovering as I sat there enjoying the afterglow of yet another orgasm. I had the urge to follow through on my original plans. Out of habit. This time I barely got my jaws around her head when I backed off and closed them.

  She looked at me awry, face beaded with sweat, huffing. “Are you going to pop me in your jaws every time we screw?”

  “No,” I said. “No,” I repeated, meaning it this time. I did feel much more in control of myself. Was this the answer to quitting? Just hot satisfying sex to satiate me without a full belly? “I’ll stop doing that. With you anyway …”

  “Good,” she purred as my softening member popped out of her with a gooey slurp. She shivered. She stepped down off my thighs, holding onto my arm, then walked over and retrieved some of her clothing, contemplating her torn bra in one hand and a torn blouse in the other. Shook her head.

  She turned to me with a winsome smile. “I'd like to see you again sometime. Let you seduce me again. Sound good?”

  “Sure,” I said noncommittally. Wait… I winced a bit on the inside.

  Raptor Christ! Was I actually contemplating a relationship with a human—becoming a Fido?

  Dragons who had steady human lovers were called Fidos, implying they were the human’s docile pet. Could I control myself next time? Might as well go to the police station gnawing on her dismembered leg like a drumstick.

  But naw, I wanted her back, with the sole thought of having her ride my cock again. She would only be a convenient fuck, like other women I’d lured into my lair had only been convenient meals.

  Val fell asleep on the couch naked. I put my bed sheet over her as I lay shivering. I let her lie there most of the night. In the morning I awoke to find her in my bed cuddled close to me.

  We fucked again. Then she got dressed and sauntered to the doorway, turned, and hugged me close. Her arms barely encircled a quarter of my girth. I opened the door and closed it behind her. She left having taken down my phone number and email and leaving hers scrawled in some magazine margin.

  I felt good. It wasn't the same kind of visceral satisfaction I had after a true feeding. It felt more like... a personal accomplishment. I had avoided the temptation of giving in to my predatory instincts with her. I would not have to walk on glass for days afterwards, afraid that every little thing I did would give away the crime.

  I liked this Val. I wondered when I'd see her again. So, why then, did I have this vague sense of unease in the back of my skull?

  I sighed.

  Val’s scent, intermingled with her pheromone perfume, still lingered in the house. Intentional or not, she had power over me.

  I was unused to that.

  Humans had to complicate everything. Why couldn’t a fuck just be a fuck?

  I slashed at the wall, leaving long rents in the wallpaper and the wood underneath. Stupid, but it made me feel better.

  I slouched down onto the couch to watch TV, wondering when I’d feel the urge to feed on humans again. And maybe, just maybe, I had someone to help me fight it.