Usual disclaimers apply, etc etc, Copyright LtCdr. Aug 2010
(Oh yes.....interspecies sex involved.)
Still. Absolutely still. He breathed shallow, silent breaths, listening, his senses stretched to their limits as he strove to recognise what it was that had broken his sleep. And then a voice, a rich, dark voice spoke.
Ed.’ It was Gritch, but at the same time it was not. A deeper voice, a feminine voice, and close to his ear. He turned his head, perplexed.
She was lying next to him. The light from a full moon casting a sliver glow over the scene.
Ebony scales, silver fronds and silver talons. But she was no longer a delicate dragonet. Lying alongside him she was longer than he was tall, her tail stretched out into the sand beyond his feet. He remained very still, waiting. She placed one clawed forefoot lightly, so very very lightly on his chest, the scales warm and dry and very tantalising on his bare skin.
He backed away, almost instinctively, and she flinched.
‘Ed? what’s wrong?’
He sat up, hands wrapped around his knees as if to hide his body from her. ‘Nothing, there’s nothing the matter. I wasn’t expecting.... I hadn’t..’ he faltered, unsure how to continue.
‘Hadn’t expected this?’ she lifted one clawed limb, ‘hadn’t expected, or perhaps hadn’t wanted?’
He looked at her.
‘You’re very perceptive for a dragon.’ He told her softly but he relaxed slightly, his fingers loosening their tight clasp, his back straightening up. He stared out at the sea, starlight shining in his eyes.
‘I’m a dragon Ed. And yet I am more than that. Our species has more in common with the human race than you might initially think.’ She blinked her huge eyes slowly. ‘I shall be honest. I desire you. Who wouldn’t desire you. And we would be good together I think.’ She paused, and laid one talon lightly on his shoulder. ‘But you seem perturbed by my presence. I shall go if you wish.’
He could hear the disappointment in her voice. The regret, the uncertainty.
‘Don’t.’ His voice was almost a whisper, ‘Please stay.’
The stars continued on their paths, the water rippled out to low tide, and he sat and thought, her talon still on his shoulder, his eyes bright with more than starlight. Bright with regrets of his own.
He had never expected this outcome. A week of warm sun, of swimming, relaxing, talking to an old acquaintance. Thanking her for her help in the past. That was all that he had expected to happen. Not this. The thought thrilled him but also terrified him. What would he be letting himself in for? Disappointment? He had had enough of that in the past, and sometimes it was better to simply keep emotions at bay, locked behind the stern face and cold exterior that he had successfully, and painfully, acquired over the years.
Her claw moved down his arm to his elbow, to where she had rested her head earlier that day, that perfect dragon head, so delicate, so small, so undemanding.
‘Ed?’ such a sad voice now, so full of sadness, of longing, and he could not bear it. He turned to her, grasped her foreleg, the silver talons sharp against his fingers. His eyes searched her face, her jewel-like dragon eyes staring at him questioningly, begging him to caress her, to touch her. And he placed one finger gently on those lips as she started to speak again.
‘Shh.’ He whispered and leaning forward he allowed his lips to touch her flickering tongue gently, delicately, a butterfly kiss, tenuous and fleeting. She tasted of sunshine and the faintest, lightest tang of salt. He pulled back, breathing deeply, wondering at his own temerity, at his foolishness. There was a tiny tear glittering on the scales of her cheek, and he brushed it away with one finger, before gently framing her face with his hands as he leaned in to taste her again. A longer contact this time, his fingers moving through the silver fronds of her mane to pull her closer, to deepen the kiss and let her explore his lips, his mouth as well.
She sighed with contentment, with pleasure as his hands moved down, over her body, down her forelegs, sliding over the smooth, warm skin. And then, almost hesitantly he pulled her closer and, holding her in his arms, lay down. She curled up beside him,her forefoot now on his chest, idly playing with the blond hairs. One silver talon carefully, randomly, idled down his torso to his navel, and the fine tracery of hair that started there. His skin shivered involuntarily and she paused, then simply bent over, kissed him once more, to reassure him, her tongue licking his skin as if to taste him before continuing her exploration of his body.
He lay still as if unsure how to react, how to respond, but her touch, the closeness of her body, the scent of sunlight, the incredible sensation of that single sharp digit etching its line down his skin conspired to reawaken his desires, his need, his wanting. And he responded to her caress with his own touch, his own lips and hands and fingers bringing her fully to life.
She coiled around him, her long sinuous body writhing against him, tangled mane of hair against his chest, against his face, his body, her limbs seemingly everywhere.
He clung to her, his senses almost overwhelmed by her caresses, her touch, her sheer joyous delight in his stirring response to her. And finally, when his whole body shouted for release, when he could no longer bear the delicious torment of her touch, her mouth, her lips against a body that had not been kissed or loved or aroused for so long, he joined his body to hers to cling to her, shuddering as ecstasy swept through them both.
He lay there for a long time, simply content to hold her, to run his hands down her spine, over the silken scales, through the tangled and sweaty silvered fronds, relishing the feeling of blissful exhaustion.
She in turn lay still, entwined around him, her forelimbs, motionless now and resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, the movement as he breathed. And so, she fell asleep, safe, loved, satisfied.
And so he too, slept.