FOUR
Sunlight streaming in through the blinds warmly teased Macy awake.
She looked across the bed and found Aaron lying with his back to her. His shoulders and upper back had broken out into scales while he slept. A pair of scaly ridges running down the middle of his back and a pair of points on his upper shoulder blades suggested where his wings would appear if he were morphed. Macy lay watching this, fascinated, remembering the times in bed with her other dragon lover when she had seen this. He’d told her that sometimes when they were in a dream state, the skin of the Nathairfear would go partly dragon. It was one of the reasons they used to be so careful about the humans they let close to them and the ways they lived and interacted with them. When they lived in secret, the Nathairfear had much greater reason for concern about the fears of those who lived in only one body.
Soon enough, the scales on Aaron’s back vanished as if his human skin had drunken them in, and he stirred and turned around to face her. The handsomest face that Macy had ever seen was now shadowed with a morning stubble that only made him sexier. And as the memories of last night came flowing into her mind like the seed from his tool pumping inside her so many times, Aaron was already a mass of pure, raw, gorgeous sex.
“Good morning,” he said. “Hell of a sleepless night we had, huh?”
“Yes, it was,” Macy said. “And very sexy.”
He grinned a carnal, sinful grin from out of that stubble-shadowed handsomeness and said, “I could have had it in you more than that, but we had kind of a late start.”
“Like you said, we’ll have all weekend now.”
“Yep. It’s gonna be playtime from now to Monday.” He made a seductively pained expression. “Damn, I’ve got such an aching boner. Come over here.”
Macy slid across the satin sheets and into Aaron’s massively muscled, waiting arms. At once, his mouth was on hers, starting the morning with a deep kiss, and he guided her hand down beneath the sheets and between his legs to what ached for her. It was as huge and hard as ever, and it surged at her touch. “Stroke it,” he said, and she did, though he hardly needed to ask.
With Macy’s fingers running the length of his morning wood, Aaron put his own hand between her legs and passed two fingers through her moistening entrance and into her turgid tunnel. She moaned in mid-kiss, and her mouth received his tongue.
“Feel that hard-on?” Aaron asked, slurping her lips. He began to slide his fingers in and out of her sex, making her give little squealing noises into his mouth. “Yeah, that hard-on wants to go right in there the way it did all night.” He surprised her by slipping his fingers out of her and rolling onto his back, pulling her on top of him. “First, though,” he said, pecking her mouth, “go on down and give us a suck.”
Macy’s heart raced at the thought of tasting his erection again. Without hesitation, she slid down his body, peeling back the sheets and bedspread as she went, until his thick flagpole was fully exposed. Opening wide—and feeling the sweet ache that she expected from sucking him last night—she took her accustomed two-thirds of his meat with one gulp, making him groan a loud curse of morning delight.
She sucked Aaron hungrily, surprising herself with the voraciousness with which she took his shaft of flesh into her mouth, as if she had never sucked a man before. And truth to tell, she had never sucked a man like this before. Her previous dragon lover had been in excellent shape, hard and toned all over, but he was leaner, and his piece was thinner, like a long precision tool. The thing between Aaron’s legs was an enormous war-club, built to punish a partner with maddening pleasure. Macy sucked him deeply and slowly, letting him pulsate in her mouth and feed her his salty syrup, drinking in the sounds of his euphoria. She cupped his pouch and delicately squeezed it in her palm while she sucked him, and felt the ripple of pleasure she was giving him move through his muscles. As long as he was intent on taking her past the boundaries of passion this weekend, Macy decided she would give him as good as she got from him. And she pulled just a little harder on his tool just to make the point. His groans and squirming told her that Aaron was getting and appreciating the message.
Growing playful, Macy decided to test how much teasing pleasure Aaron could take. She changed her tactics, switching from filling her mouth with his meat to sucking just the tip. She slid up his pole until just the crown of his maleness was in her mouth and began to suck rhythmically at it. His entire body clenched. He shut his eyes tightly and opened his mouth wide, shouting, “Aaahhh…! Goddamnit! S..t, that’s good! Oh, F..K, yeah! Uuuhhh…!”
But Macy wasn’t finished with him yet. She wanted to enjoy his delicious foreskin. Most human males in America were shorn of that sleeve of flesh that covered the head of the tool. Weredragons did not practice circumcision and were intact with everything that nature gave their human male parts. Aaron’s piece had a turtleneck better than the mock turtleneck he had worn last night. She used her mouth to pull his turtleneck up over the head of his piece and sucked it in deeply, then relaxed, then sucked it again, all the while fondling his sac. Aaron thrashed his head back and forth on his pillow. “God…DAMN!” he cried. “Damn, you’re making me f…ing crazy!”
She kept at him that way for long, pleasure-soaked minutes, making him toss his head, squeeze his nipple with one hand, and slap the bed with the other. He bent his legs up around her, making a cage with his thighs, and then she began to alternate between sucking his foreskin and taking in his entire shaft. Aaron grunted and swore at her, loving what she was doing to him—until he decided it was time for some payback.
Aaron lifted himself up onto the heels of his hands, his mind reeling with what Macy was doing to his privates. Through clenched teeth, he said, “Okay, you want to play, is that it? Well, now I’m gonna have a little fun of my own.” He took her by the shoulders, and she let the head of his prong slip from her lips with a final slurp. He brought her up to him and branded the lips that had sucked him so wickedly with a searing kiss. “Now, lay that pretty ass of yours back down, and let me show you something. You are so gonna get it…”
Macy’s heart galloped, and her eyes widened at the way he took control of her. What was he about to do? He answered her immediately with his next act. Aaron put her back down, her head coming to rest in the direction of the foot of the bed. He lifted her legs into the air and hitched them around the sides of his torso. “Lie still,” he ordered her. Macy froze. Aaron put her hands up on either side of her head, and she did as he said and let them stay there. Then, on all fours, he bore down on her and plunged the hard, stiff wood of his maleness into Macy’s vulnerable, wet pinkness with one swift stroke that made her wail with a mind-dizzying shock of pleasure. He pinned her there with his hands at her wrists, and like a four-legged animal he began to beat his monstrous thing inside her with a force that drove her to wail on almost at the top of her lungs.
He plunged himself into Macy relentlessly, with all the power of his gym-built muscles. His teeth still clenched, he made the most inhuman sounds of sexual frenzy on top of her, screwing her so hard that Macy could feel it in the very marrow of her bones. Her wails became loud whimpers of pleasure beyond comprehension. “Feel that, huh?” Aaron growled at her. “Feel that dick showing you who’s boss? Yeah, you’re getting it now.” He uttered another long growl, slamming into her like a sexual piledriver. Macy whimpered and sobbed helplessly beneath him, keeping her legs wrapped tightly around him, taking in the inexpressible feeling of Aaron making himself a slamming piledriver of sex. She feared she would pass out from too much pleasure for her body to contain. “Yeah,” he said in a guttural tone, “you’re getting f…ed now. Rrrrrr, that’s called f…ing. I’m gonna show you what banging is. I’m gonna show you what f…ing is. Rrrrrr, yeah take that f…ing dick. Take it…”
Powerless against her own desire and the sheer savagery of Aaron’s pumping, Macy slipped into a state of total and complete euphoria as if she had been drugged. But no drug ever concocted by man was ever as potent as the power of Aaron on top of her, slamming his piston in and out of her. This was a pleasure beyond pleasure, a bliss beyond bliss. The hammering of Aaron’s tool took her to another world where there was no other feeling but this. Even her near-screaming wails dissolved into whimpers of sensual wonder. And still Aaron raged on in and out of her. Perhaps he would screw her this way until she simply went mad.
Suddenly, Aaron reared up on his knees, continuing his hard and deep thrusts into Macy’s passage, letting her legs fall down around his hips while he grasped her sides to hold her in place to continue receiving his merciless drilling. He looked down at her blissed-out expression and fixed her with a look of primal rapture. He took one hand and licked the fingertips, then moved it down to her joy switch and began to finger and strum it, adding notes of more tender pleasure to the furious drumbeats of his log in and out of her. Macy’s sounds turned to long moans of ever-building sensation. He was lifting her higher again, making her feel as if she were rising from the bed. When he began to move her switch in circles, Macy finally hit the limit of the pleasuring she could take. Her back arched, and a shriek tore itself from her lungs, announcing her most shattering orgasm yet. The lightning strike of her climax brought Aaron to one of his own. He came into her like the bursting of some great dam, his man-milk cascading into her in rolling waves of stickiness. As always, he held his length all the way in her to ensure that she got every drop, and he took a long time to soften from a stiff pole to a flaccid hose. When at last he did, and his piece slipped out of her dripping lady parts, Aaron emitted a long, exhausted, and thoroughly sated groan, and fell on top of Macy.
They lay that way for a long time, a naked heap and tangle, both of them too spent to move. Macy was in a silent daze, breathing as deeply as she could while his weight pressed her down. Aaron’s head was buried in her shoulder, and he muttered profanely and sexily at her, kissing her shoulder and neck. Eventually, he found himself able to roll off of her, and they lay side by side now, feet towards the headboard. Aaron felt for her hand and took it in his. He cursed one last time. Macy sighed.
He had just enough strength to roll his head to one side and look at her gazing up at the ceiling, dazed from the most deliciously hard screwing she had ever received. “Damn,” he exhaled. “See what you do to me?”
“What I do to you?” Macy said, still looking straight up. “No one’s ever done me that way in my life. Ever.”
Aaron squeezed her hand. “Are you all right?”
Now, she did look over at him. “I don’t know if I know the word for what I am right now. Except it was good. So good I don’t know what to call it.”
Aaron managed to pull her back into his arms. “I think we’re going to have to go to sleep again for a while after that. I’m going to need to recharge from that, before I get it back in you. Hell, that felt like a power workout.” He kissed her. “A power workout with a happy ending.”
Macy let him hold her, and buried her head against his chest. “Very happy.”
“What you did to me when you were going down on me—that was too f…ing hot. You’re gonna have to give me some more of that.”
“As much as you want.” She sighed.
“Later, though,” he said. And he gathered the sheets around them and wrapped them up in them, and together they cuddled up and drifted into a morning snooze.
An hour or so later found them still cuddled up together, awake in a haze of arousal, kissing slow kisses while Aaron played his index finger up and down the wet slit of Macy’s womanhood, lighting a smoldering fire inside Macy. She returned the favor by slowly running her fingers up and down his newly stiffened member, drawing rumbles of approval from Aaron as he kissed her.
“We should get breakfast,” he muttered amorously at her. “After we have a shower. I love to eat out and screw in the shower.”
“And then…?” Macy replied.
“Today is a workout day,” he said. “I use the gym every other day. Keeping myself in shape, remember, for what I want to do to you for the rest of the weekend. You can work out with me if you want. Do you work out?” He nibbled at her ear.
She gasped and chuckled a bit at this new bit of pleasuring before she replied, “I run and swim and do yoga a bit.”
“Yeah?” Aaron said, nibbling her earlobe and tickling her opening, making her tremble and clench her teeth. “Ever do your yoga naked?”
Macy pulled back from him, grinning at his seeming knack for turning any activity into something sexual. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he said with the naughtiest look. “Because I won’t be wearing a lot of clothes—or any—this whole weekend with you. There’ll be no need for them. I’ll wear just a jockstrap in the gym, but that’s coming right off when I’m done. We can watch each other. And then…”
“And then…” Macy grinned more widely.
“And then it’ll be me on top of you on the floor mats for some vigorous push-ups. You know by now I love to do my push-ups.” And he pulled her into a scorching kiss.
After the kiss, Macy caught her breath and asked, “It’ll be a bit sweaty, won’t it?”
“Mm-hmm,” said Aaron. “I like it sweaty. Don’t tell me: you’ve never spent the whole weekend naked with someone, you’ve never had anyone do it to you in a gym, you’ve never had it sweaty…”
“I beg your pardon,” she interjected. “I have so spent a whole weekend with a man.”
“Naked?”
She made a mock frown at him. “Not the whole time…”
“Then you’re overdue,” Aaron said. “Now let’s get in that damn shower for what I told you I want to do there, then I’ll make us a late breakfast.”
Macy sighed with sexy anticipation. “Now, why am I guessing you have something sexy planned for the kitchen and/or the dining room?”
“Because you’re getting to know me, and because I do.” He kissed her purposefully. “Now let’s go.”
So, they slipped themselves out of the sheets and made their way naked across the suite to the master bath, grabbing and fondling each other’s bottoms all the way.
It came as no surprise to Macy that the master bath was itself the size of a spacious, high-end studio apartment, all done up in shining tiles. It was likewise not a surprise that the bathing area itself, enclosed by glass with one sliding section, was a deep, sunken space large enough for two adult weredragons in semi-dragon form. A dragon man inside there could unfurl his wings at least halfway and fully uncoil his tail. It was the perfect place, obviously, for a billionaire dragon man to clean himself up. Or be very dirty, then get clean.
As prudish and provincial as it sounded, Macy knew they’d be getting very “dirty” in the shower this morning. Aaron slid open the shower door and beckoned her inside, his eyes glinting with their shared knowledge of what else he’d be sliding open—and sliding into.
They washed and rinsed each other up and down and all over, which made Aaron’s monster erection all the more livid. It throbbed and bobbed at her in the sexiest way, and after Aaron shut off the water, he crushed her against his massive, slippery-wet chest and took her in a kiss steamier than the clouds from the shower. Macy played with his prodigious prong, anticipating having it in her again. But first things first: Aaron, in mid-kiss, supported her with a hand at the small of her back and lowered her down carefully onto the tiled floor of the shower stall. They were soaked and drenched all over, ready to enjoy each other’s newly cleaned bodies. Taking full advantage of the room inside the shower, Aaron opened Macy’s legs and sank his face between them. He sucked and licked at her sex, French-kissing her passage and using his fingertip on her bud, drawing from Macy sounds of delight that reverberated and rippled off the glass walls of the shower. A long wail and a clenching of her body and arching of her back told Aaron that he had accomplished one part of the mission and that it was time for the next part. He descended upon her for a deep, hard screwing, their dripping bodies merging and fusing together. Macy reflexively brought up her thighs around him, and Aaron humped and thrashed on top of her in time with his deep and forceful thrusts. This time, their mixed voices bounced off the steamed walls of the shower until one long grunt from Aaron signaled his climax and release, sending the wetness from inside him deep into her. He pushed his crotch against Macy’s mound with a throbbing beat to match the throb of his tool until he was satisfied that he’d given her every drop of his outpouring before he finally pulled out.
They returned to the bedroom, Aaron with a towel draped over his shoulders and Macy with another towel wrapped around her body. Aaron went to the closet to get her something to wear to breakfast—“not that you’re going to have it on for very long”—and returned to her with the most sensuous black silk robe that Macy had ever seen.
“You keep a ladies’ silk robe in your closet?” Macy asked Aaron with a knowing arch of an eyebrow.
“Hospitality,” Aaron replied mischievously and handed her the robe.
Slipping on the flowing thing of black silk, Macy turned her back to him just for a moment and faced the chest of drawers and the mirror on one side of the room. “I didn’t bring anything but the clothes I was wearing when I showed up at the party,” she said, teasing her damp and disheveled locks with her fingers. “What am I going to do about my hair?”
“More hospitality,” replied Aaron, and stepped around her to fetch something from one of the drawers. He turned back to her, holding out a woman’s hairbrush.
“You’re ready for everything,” she said, taking the brush from him.
“Hell yeah,” he answered. “Especially when I’m entertaining a lady.”
Aaron stepped aside and let her go to the mirror and brush her hair. He stood just over her shoulder where she could see his reflection behind hers, and rubbed at his own hair with his towel. She ran her eyes up and down the body that she had so been enjoying and admired the thick hose hanging long at his crotch. It would not take much, she knew, to have that thing ready for business again. She decided to turn her attention fully to making herself a little more presentable for further ravishing, and concentrated on her hair—until something on the top of the dresser caught her eye.
Two figurines stood there. They were representations of two dragon beings, each in half-human form. They were dressed in clingy, silvery garments, as if they were dragon astronauts of some sort. Macy suspected who and what the figures were, but she brought up the subject to Aaron anyway…
“You seem to have a couple of art objects that you don’t keep in the gallery.”
“Hmm?” Aaron reacted.
She turned halfway round towards him and indicated the figurines. “There on your dresser—those two.”
“Oh, them,” Aaron said. “Yes, I prefer to keep them in here. I don’t know what you’d call it: historical interest, good luck charms… I like to have them in a more personal space than my gallery. Do you know their names?”
“I’ve probably heard them,” replied Macy. “But I’ve forgotten.”
“They’re Achthar and Nahvog, the Vonsahlans—our originators.”
Macy stared at the little statues, fascinated at what they represented. “Can you imagine the way the people living in Kinross Green must have felt all those years ago, when they discovered that these two had just appeared out of nowhere right outside their village? How frightened they must have been—terrified, really, at something that looked like things they’d heard stories about all their lives, passed down from one generation to the next. And the technology—they were dragons, sure enough, but magical dragons at that. Or at least that was the way they looked.”
“Exactly. Because when it’s advanced enough, technology looks magical,” Aaron agreed.
“Dragon people from another dimension, riding in a ship that could travel from one universe to another. Today, just knowing that these beings existed flips people’s minds, and we’ve split the atom and been to space and mapped the DNA molecule and created computers and an Internet. But back then, no one even dreamed about things like what we’ve done today, and along came these beings… Were they gods? Were they monsters? Were they both? The Scots at that time just had no way of dealing with the existence of anything like Achthar and Nahvog.”
“Really,” said Aaron. “How were humans supposed to deal with anything strange and different from somewhere outside their world when it’s hard enough for them just to deal with the differences between themselves? No offense…”
“No, no, you’re right,” said Macy. “We’ve always had a hard time accepting what’s different. It scares us, threatens us. And when something scares and threatens us, we judge it, attack it, try to destroy it. It’s the way we are.”
“And the people of Kinross Green did everything they could to try to destroy the Vonsahlans. They couldn’t hurt the Vonsahlans any more than a mosquito can sting a Sherman tank. And it turned out it wasn't Achthar and Nahvog that were the real danger.”
“No. There were other things out there. Things that really would attack Earth and hurt humans if they had a chance.” Macy turned from the mirror to the heroic-looking naked man behind her. “There they were, stranded on a world where the natives were terrified of them. And the people in Kinross Green had no idea what they should really be terrified of.”
“That’s right,” said Aaron. “The Vonsahlans weren’t the monsters. The real monsters were out there in the space between the dimensions and on the worlds in the other universes. And the longer Achthar and Nahvog stayed on Earth repairing their dimension ship, the more Earth faced danger of those things coming through, attracted by the energy signature of the Vonsahlan ship. They had to take a gamble, a risk that could be as dangerous to Earth as what was lurking out there. Luckily, there were a few people in Kinross Green who figured out that since Achthar and Nahvog never tried to retaliate when they were attacked, maybe they weren’t evil; maybe they might even be friendly. And the Vonsahlans used their technology to change those brave few who were able to think through their fears. They became the first of us, who helped Achthar and Nahvog escape Earth—and helped them fight off the Vonsahlans’ enemies.”
“And those,” said Macy, “were the first Nathairfear.”
“Yes, they were.”
Macy looked Aaron’s breathtaking nakedness up and down, admiring him all the more in light of the story of his people’s origins. “Aaron…” she began.
“Yes?”
“You know…I’ve seen all of you that there is to see—this way…”
“You sure have. You’ve more than seen me.” He winked sexily at her. “And if I dare say so myself, you’ve had a hell of a good time so far.”
“I have,” she agreed.
“And you’ll have a hell of a lot more good times still, before I’m through with you.” He took his wonderful, monstrous root and shook it at her, and cocked his eyebrows at her, and it lengthened and grew partly stiff at the suggestion of what he meant to go on doing to her.
“But…” Macy started, her eyes darting between his loins and his eyes.
“But what?” Aaron asked.
“But…so far, I’ve only seen you…this way.”
Aaron understood. “Oh…right. You haven’t seen my other shape, have you?”
“Well, I have,” she said, “in pictures from your modeling career. But we’ve been as intimate as two people can get, and I haven’t seen…”
“…my other shape in person,” he finished for her. “You want a look at me in my other birthday suit.”
Macy simply nodded. “Yes.”
Aaron whipped the towel from over his shoulders and tossed it away onto the foot of the bed, where the sheets were still in a tangled disarray from their thrashing about and his mad humping. “Well, we can make that happen right now,” he said.
Macy watched him change. The transformation from man to man-dragon was something she had certainly seen before, many times, in the days and nights she had spent with her former lover. But there was something even more wondrous about seeing it happen with the body of Aaron Bedford, whose body and tool had taken her to new worlds of pleasure as surely as his ancestors had flung themselves through unknown worlds. She watched his human skin break out into scales, his hands and feet turn to taloned extremities, his neck lengthen, his pecs and abs and the front of his neck become rows of scaly, shiny bluish-green plates. She watched the wings extend from his back like the limbs of a tree growing in accelerated motion, and the membranes of his wings appearing like the mighty sails of some ancient ship. She watched the tail drop from his lower back to the floor, its underside plated like his chest and neck. And she saw his human head morph to a massive reptilian one, with a long, blunt snout and fantastic horns. Aaron, morphed to a creature both dragon and man, blinked at her with reptilian eyes. His voice lowered slightly in pitch and took on a rasping quality, a human voice issuing from a reptile’s throat. “So, this is it. This is what some of my ancestors became to help Achthar and Nahvog protect Earth from their enemies. And this is the way they stayed after the Vonsahlans were gone. And some of us still carry on what our ancestors started, protecting Earth from what could still be out there, looking for a chance to come back.”
“It’s been so many years,” Macy said. “Do you think it’s still possible for those creatures to come back?”
“Well, like I said, there are some of us who stand watch, guarding the technology that the Vonsahlans had to leave behind because of their people’s laws of exploration. And a lot of us believe someday the Vonsahlans will come back themselves—either Achthar and Nahvog, or others. For some of us, it’s like a kind of religion, like the way humans believe in gods or Messiahs coming back. There are prophecies about it, the Vonsahlans coming back, and there are those of us who wait for it, expect it, just like humans wait for their Messiahs.”
“But what about you?” Macy asked seriously. “Do you think they’ll come back?”
“I’ve thought about it,” Aaron replied. “Since they came once, they could come again, anytime. We protect the Beacon that they left behind, which is their law; they have to leave a marker on every world they visit, in case they have to return. The Beacon is to guide them across the dimensions back here. We have our own authorities that guard that beacon and make sure no one but us gets their hands on it. We even guard it against each other. Most of us don’t even know where the Beacon is kept. It’s not in Kinross Green; it’s in a secret location. No human knows where it is, that’s for damn sure. There’s power in that thing—power that shouldn’t be out in the world, like so many human weapons. We protect that power, and that protects…well, everything.”
“We’re lucky to have you,” said Macy.
“And we’re lucky,” said Aaron, “that we could find humans to trust us the way some of the people of Kinross Green trusted Achthar and Nahvog.” Shaking his dragon head slightly, he released his dragon form, and Macy watched the process of his transformation reverse itself, the proud, powerful reptile giving way to the infinitely sexy naked man. “You want to hear something really interesting?” he asked.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a fact that a lot of people don’t know about reptiles. Did you know that where a male human has one, a male reptile—a lizard or a snake—has two?”
Macy furrowed her brow. “Two…?”
And again, he took the thick vine at his loins and gave it a little shake.
Macy widened her eyes, understanding. “Really? Then that means, when you change into a full dragon, not a part-human, part-dragon…”
“Like a real male dragon would have…I have two dicks!”
She raised a hand to her mouth, gasping. Keeping her hand there and looking at him through still-widened eyes, she broke into an amazed, astonished laugh. Then, with her hand at her bosom, she found her voice through laughter. “Oh my God! You’re enough of a handful with just one! I can’t imagine you with two!”
“Yeah,” he grinned, “that’s something human females don’t get to experience about us. When we f..k a female of our own kind, that’s when they both come into play.”
Macy looked off, her laughter diminishing to chuckles of continued amazement. “So, you’re twice the fun of a human man when you’re in this shape, which means you must be four times as much fun when you go full dragon. Your females obviously have way, way more endurance than a human woman would have.”
“If you really want to know,” said Aaron, “sometimes it’s all we can do to keep up with them. Believe me, they can take everything we give and more.”
“I guess they’d have to be able to.” She gazed into his eyes. “I hope I’m as good for you as…one of your own.”
A sweet, tender look came over Aaron. He held out a hand to her. “Come here,” he said.
She went to him, and he wrapped her up in his phenomenal human arms. Aaron put Macy’s head against his chest and said, “I have no complaints. Not one damn bit. You’ve been everything I want, every single damn time. I want so much more of you, Macy, and I’m gonna get it.” He lifted her face to meet his and kissed her. She could feel the genuine affection in his kiss, and she returned it. “Laying you so far, it’s just been a warm-up. We still have most of two days together, and I’m gonna make the most of them on top of you. You’ll see.” He kissed her again, telling her he meant it.
Aaron held her there, and Macy drank in the magnificence of his body pressed against hers. She knew he would be every bit as good as his word, and that by Monday morning she would lose herself in his body and the way their bodies felt together.
“One more time before breakfast,” Aaron said, kissing her. He picked her up from the floor, and she instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him, letting him carry her back across the room to the bed, across which he spilled her. Aaron stripped the robe from her and tossed it to one side of the bed. He hitched Macy’s legs around his waist and moved his renewed erection into her. Macy sighed and moaned under him, her whole body singing with the feeling of his colossal rod penetrating her, pumping in and out of her once more. There was something different about the way Aaron did it to her this time. He did it slowly, deliberately, making every deep stroke of his huge tool something to savor even more than all the other times he’d taken her. His groans and grunts on top of her sounded every bit as full of desire and lust as ever, but there was a subtly different quality about them now, a quality that compelled Macy all the more to give herself into his sex. He brought her to climax this time by grinding himself in circles against her pleasure button while holding his length all the way inside her. Macy’s almost howling sound when her moment arrived, and the warm tingle that rose from her body into his, were Aaron’s reward. He responded with a warm flood into her, and Macy imagined the slippery deluge coming from the tip of his tool inside her. With a profane expression of satisfaction, Aaron stayed lying on top of her, pumping away until his shaft was too soft to go on—for now.
He really meant it when he said he would not be wearing clothes this weekend. After this latest coupling, Aaron let Macy slip back into the robe, but he stayed breathtakingly nude, leading her from the master suite back through the penthouse and into the kitchen, as spacious and shiny as every other room in the place, where he treated Macy to the sight of him preparing a late breakfast of omelets stark naked. It was the sexiest thing she had ever watched in her life. They ate at the large island countertop of expensive granite in the center of the kitchen, and when they were done, he cleared the counter and filled the dishwasher, then he returned to the counter and tapped on it, saying, “Take off the robe and climb up.” Of course the island counter was more than long and wide enough for two people to lie upon it. Smiling a smile of anticipation, Macy slipped out of the robe and left it on the back of her chair, then climbed naked up onto the counter. The granite felt cold against her skin, but she was well enough that in a few moments she would be feeling nothing but warmth. Sure enough, Aaron spread first her thighs, then the pink and delicate entry to where he most wanted to go, and put his mouth there to help himself to a second breakfast, making Macy squirm on the granite. After bringing her to a shuddering climax with his lips, tongue, and fingers, Aaron climbed up onto the countertop and onto her and moved the most beautiful utensil in the kitchen into her. He took a long time warming up the stone countertop with the heat of humping her. She clung to him and received him, marveling as always at the uncanny quantity and quality of his sex. She felt the roll of thunder through his muscles and the unfolding warmth in her inner reaches that were the signs of Aaron’s latest orgasm, the latest of so many he would yet have with her.
After a time of lying atop her and kissing her deeply, Aaron dismounted and helped her from the counter. Macy decided she would carry the robe instead of putting it on—an idea that Aaron wholeheartedly endorsed—and let her lead him from the kitchen back upstairs.
The personal gym was a large room of polished wood and steel racks filled with free weights, barbells, and kettle bells in an array of sizes, with mats covering the floors and wood and leather benches. One punching bag hung from the ceiling; another was mounted in a space between a couple of the floor mats. One entire wall was taken up with a mirror. The room was obviously designed as much for Aaron’s favorite pastime as it was for keeping himself fit. Her yoga routines were the farthest thing from Macy’s mind at the moment. She sat on one of the leather benches and watched Aaron slip on a jockstrap that was hung on a hook on one wall. She became his audience, watching him work out. Macy tingled all over, watching him pump iron and looking forward to his inevitable pumping of her. When he was finished, he stood up from the angled bench where he’d been doing his crunches for his abs and faced her with a sheen of perspiration that made a sexy, sensuous glow up and down his perfect musculature. With a smile that left no room for doubt of his intentions, Aaron slipped off the jockstrap and tossed it onto the bench, letting the dragon’s dragon hang free once more. He crooked his finger at her. “Come here,” he said.
Macy got up from her bench and went to him, and he led her across the room to the mirror wall. “I’m going to pose for you,” he said. “Then…I want you to touch me. All over. Feel me up and down. Feel my chest and my stomach, and my dick and balls and my ass. Then, I’m going to f..k you again.”
Her eyes lit up both from his commands and where they would lead. She obeyed him, and stood and watched.
Aaron posed for her, and the captivated Macy moved her eyes from his reflection in the mirror wall to the reality in front of her, back and forth, enjoying the best of both worlds. He flexed his biceps and thighs, displayed his pecs and abs, stretched with his arms up and his hands behind his head, and extended his legs. He turned and leaned forward while curling his arms. He put his weight on one foot and bent the other knee up while flexing his arms. He turned around and displayed the hardness of his buttocks and the shredding of his back muscles. Macy was transfixed more and more by the moment, until at last he faced her and said, “Now come here and feel me up the way I said.”
At once, Macy was at him, running her hands up and down his hot, perspiration-slick frame. She took in the musky scent that he gave off in his sweaty state even as her fingers and palms roamed over his muscles. How was it possible for him to become seemingly more perfect by the moment? She turned her attention to what awaited her below his waist, immense as ever and quickly hardening and lengthening. Macy grasped it and stroked it, feeling the raw, sexual power in his organ. She cupped the fullness and succulence of his fleshy man-purse, which was as hot as the rest of him, and knew that soon he would fill her with its contents as he had done so many times already. She reached around to the muscular boulders that were his buttocks, and smiled at the way he flexed them for her hands as he had done for her eyes.
“That’s good,” Aaron said in a low, husky voice. “You love feeling my body and my junk like that, don’t you? You love how my body feels.”
“Yes,” she said, entranced.
“Yeah,” he went on in that same tone. “You want my body, don’t you, Macy? Tell me you want my body.”
“Oh, yes,” she exhaled, licking her lips.
“F..k, yeah, you want me in you again. Tell me you want me in you.”
“Please,” said Macy. “I want you inside me.”
“Yeah. Lie down. Let me get in you again.”
The captive of their mutual desire, Macy first dropped to her knees, then lay down on the matted floor, holding her arms up to him, calling Aaron to her. Tugging at his tool to make it as hard as it could get, he put himself down on the mat with her and once again hitched her legs around him. In a moment of unfolding ecstasy, Macy let Aaron move the pillar of his passion into her and drill her wetness. With every stroke, she felt herself submitting to him more and more. She gloried in the utter perfection of his body. She rejoiced in the way he took her with fast, hard, deep jabs, giving her an athletic screwing on the floor of his gym. He was showing her the purpose for which he had so perfected himself, the ultimate rapture of being penetrated and possessed by a man who was everything sexually that a man should be. In her mind, Macy pictured the way it must be inside her even now, with his titanic tool pumping and sliding in her passage, reaching for her womb. She thought of the hours yet ahead that she would spend under him this way. It may have been Aaron’s birthday yesterday, but Macy felt every bit as if she were the one receiving the gift, the most exquisite gift of all-surpassingly perfect sex.
Aaron thumbed Macy in the place that brought forth an explosion of satisfaction in her, then exploded wetly into her. Drained from both his workout and this latest coupling, he went quickly flaccid and fell onto the mat beside Macy. They lay there, holding hands, staring up at the ceiling, each one smoldering inside from the expression and release of their desire. Having no words for what they both felt, they simply lay together, basking in the feeling.
Eventually, Aaron gathered himself up from the floor mats and towered over Macy, who propped herself up on her elbows, gazing groggily up his body, admiring the thick and dangling pipe of his sex. He reached down for her, she took his hand, and he pulled her up and into his arms and off the floor. She nestled in his arms, inhaling the scent of perspiration and sex from his skin, and let him carry her from the gym back into the master suite and from there back to the master bath. Aaron set her down beside the bathing area and this time ran a warm bath in the sunken tub. While the water ran, he took her tenderly in his arms and captured her mouth and grazed her cheek and neck with long, slow kisses. Macy sighed and cooed, letting Aaron knead her buttocks and tease her bush and petals while he kissed her. “I want your body,” he spoke in a low voice into her ear, “just like you want mine. Your body and mine together: that’s what I wanted the minute I saw you.” He slipped his finger through her petals and into her channel. She issued a long moan at him, approving of his most intimate attention. “Right in there, that’s where I knew I had to be,” said Aaron. And he drew her mouth fully into a deep kiss to underscore his feelings.
With the bath full, Aaron held Macy’s hand and stepped down into the water in the recess in the floor, wading into it and guiding her to follow him. They sank together into the bath, which was up to Macy’s breasts, and Aaron held Macy in his lap with the two of them half-submerged, and wrapped his powerful arms around her and kissed her with such warmth that she thought she would melt from his arms into the water. They ran their hands up and down each other’s backs and shoulders and arms, rubbing the warm but cooling water onto their skin. Macy grasped at the big, muscular slabs of his pecs and played with the brown pebbles of flesh that were his nipples. Aaron took one of her breasts in each hand and squeezed and kneaded them like dough, and thumbed her nipples to increase hardness. He took one hand and moved it under the water to her pulpy knob, and rubbed at it with a steady rhythm and a circling motion, making her breathe heavily while he kissed and licked and nibbled at her neck. Another climax gave Macy a feeling as if she would boil the water while sitting in it. Her cry of perfect pleasure vibrated on the glass enclosing the bathing recess and the tiles of the surrounding wall. Aaron, holding her on his lap, made an “Mmmmmm…” sound, satisfied at having satisfied her.
They rose from the bath, and as they toweled each other off, Macy smiled at the bobbing stiffness of his pole and said, “Can I return the favor?”
“Please,” he said and leaned back against the sink.
Macy let her towel fall to the floor and descended to her knees onto it, bringing her face to the male extremity that Aaron presented to her. Putting her hands on his hips, she began to swallow his meat, bringing forth rumbling sounds from him that let her know the utter delight with which she was filling him. She gave him a voracious sucking of both his prong and his flesh-wrapped man-marbles, making a feast of him, feeling the flex and release of his muscles and the curling of his toes with every pull of her mouth and slide of her tongue. The pleasure for Aaron became so intense that he grasped her head for extra leverage and started to buck and pump in and out of her mouth, passing his hardened pipe through her upper lips as he had done so many times to her lower ones. Macy grew dizzy with elation at Aaron screwing her orally, and let him take full control of her. He pumped on that way with his head tossed back, totally consumed with sexual joy, until he growled, “I’m gonna come again! Uuuhhh, I’m coming. Give me your tits…!” He slipped his prong from her mouth as Macy pressed her bosom upward, presenting her cleavage to him. “Put it between your tits!” Aaron cried. “Yeah, that’s it!” Macy took his shaft into the cleft between her breasts, and he began to buck up and down in the groove, rapidly and hotly, the friction of his hardness against her softness soon bringing the desired result. He became a geyser of thick, white, slippery wetness that spilled across and down her breasts, coating them with a male frosting as if her bosom were a pastry. Aaron relaxed against the sink, gulping heavy breaths and ruffling his hair with his fingers. Macy smiled at the sticky expression of his satisfaction all over her bosom. She was seeing on her skin what Aaron had pumped inside her so many times, with which he would fill her so many times more. She had so much more to look forward to with him.
Aaron helped Macy back to her feet and toweled his cream from her bosom. They took themselves back to bed and fell upon the disarray of sheets just the way they had left them. They managed to get themselves covered up again, and curled up together and began to kiss. “Shouldn’t these sheets have been changed?” Macy asked. “You must have maid service.”
“They always get the weekend off after my birthday party,” Aaron said. “Everyone knows I’m always busy for a couple of days after. We’ll be fine. Besides, I like the sheets this way. They smell like what I’ve been doing to you.” And he kissed her with a playful lust.
“Are we going to be a thing now?” Macy asked. “Or just a weekend?”
“Are you worried about that?” Aaron asked. “You think this weekend is just a toss-off?”
She made a shrugging expression. “Well…”
“Right. Because, what, I’m the rich playboy, and every time I screw a woman, it’s just a toss-off? Because I don’t do serious relationships, is that what you think?”
“Aaron, I don’t mean to hurt your feelings or judge you. And I’m a grownup. I went into this with my eyes open.”
He ran his fingertip along the bridge of her nose. “Yeah. Your eyes among other things.” He could not resist saying it.
“All I’m saying is, I knew this was probably just for sex, and I won’t be upset if we just say goodbye Monday morning. Maybe we’ll go to bed together again, and maybe we won’t. But for right now, I’m having a good time.”
He fixed her with the most serious look he had presented to her in the brief time they’d known each other. “And so am I,” he said. “And look, maybe I haven’t really been into what people call ‘relationships’ that much. Like I told you, I love to screw, and I’m just into the act. But I’m always into the woman I’m screwing. Not just your body, but you. Being into each other makes it even better when we’re having each other’s bodies. We wouldn’t have ended up this way if you weren’t someone I like. I want you, and I enjoy how you want me. And if after Monday morning, we want to keep getting into bed, I promise you it’ll happen. A lot. You’re beautiful, I know you think I’m hot, and you are a f…king great lay. This can go on as long as we both like.” He kissed her, a kiss both sensuous and sincere.
After the kiss, she softly said, “Aaron…?”
“Hmm…?”
“Would you mind just holding me for a while?”
Aaron pulled her closer, and she put her head against his chest. “You bet I’ll hold you. Just like this. We’ll stay like this for a while and rest up, give my dick a chance to recharge.”
“It doesn’t take much.” Macy chuckled.
“Yeah,” he replied. “What can I say? I’m a dragon.”
She sighed against him, remembering what he’d said earlier, that when he was a dragon, he had two where a male human had one. It occurred to her that when she saw him that way, she did not see that he had any. She guessed that there must be some part of him, probably at the base of his dragon tail, where they were both tucked away. Macy wondered how large they were and what they looked like. How did his two compare to the one that he sported as a human? She could not imagine either of them being as wonderful or delicious as the one he’d been giving her. His human appendage was all that any woman could handle and certainly all she needed. This weekend, Macy knew, she’d be getting from one as much as she would get from two. That was the way it was, sleeping with a Nathairfear.
As Aaron held her and she looked forward to the inevitability of having him inside her again, Macy’s mind drifted through the events of the day so far and returned at one point to their talk while standing in front of the mirror at the dresser. She remembered that right across the room, atop the dresser, stood the little figurines of Achthar and Nahvog, the two travelers from another universe with whom Nathairfear life had begun so many generations ago. Lying in Aaron’s arms, she thought of the originators of the weredragons and wondered where they went, to what unknown world in what unknown universe, after they left Earth. And she wondered about Achthar and Nahvog’s people and where in all of time and space and reality they might be and what they might be doing. Wherever they were, Macy was grateful to them. She thanked them for everything they did in years long past and everything they had made possible. They were not only the originators of the weredragon people but the founders of all the joy that Macy had found in Aaron’s bed and body and the bounty that he offered between his thighs. Wherever the Vonsahlans were, Macy was in their debt.
Cuddling up against Aaron, she wished the Vonsahlans would return, as some of the prophecies said they would. If they did and she met them, she would want to look right into their reptile eyes and thank them for this weekend. Come on back, Macy thought. There’s one very grateful human woman here who’d love to meet you.