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A/N: My first story here, trying adult writing out and hope to make it a full part of me. I really don't do short stories, I'm incapable of them; so this is the first chapter of a long storyline that I've been working on for a couple of months. Got chapters 2-4 written and want to see how this does before I post them. Please comment and vote.

EDIT: 2013-07-15: Upkeep of file after parts have gone missing through the years. Unfortunately the website keeps screwing up the formatting when I submit it. Everything appears to be there now. The document is available on my FA if the formatting gets too annoying.

After the Rain

Jason took

a deep breath as he sat on a fallen tree and reached for his canteen. He took a

long swig and rested for minute before continuing his trek through the woods.

He always loved hiking through the woods after a rainstorm; it always seemed to

refresh the forest, bringing out the inherent wild aroma of the pine trees and

soil. And yesterday had been a heavy and somewhat violent storm. One of the

worst in past couple of years. He looked at the sun through the trees, then at

his watch. Almost midday, plenty of time until he had to head back to his home

and fly to his sister's wedding on the next day.

The year was 2065, "Fly-In"

communities were commonplace; especially out here in the Yukon Territory, one

of the last places on earth that was still sparsely populated. Jason lived in a

community of around 150 people; mostly families with a couple medical personnel

and maintenance staff. He was of Asian descent, six foot three and around two

twenty-ish with the standard black hair and brown myopic eyes. Twenty-nine

years old and currently in the writer trade, he'd started off as an

aeronautical engineer and had done that for five years until his writing career

took off. He'd written a series of novels melding science fiction and fantasy

together, dragons and gryphons and stuff; and it had become fairly popular.

Then he'd bought a house in this remote location and had lived in peace for the

past 2 years.

An oddity caught his eye and

brought him out of his reverie. The canopy above him had a swath cut through it

a couple of meters wide. The branches were broken all in one direction like

something had come barreling through. He walked up under where the path began

and ogled at it for a little; wondering what could have caused it. A meteor

would set fire to the forest. Even with the heavy storm, there still would've

been at least some singeing on the trees. He walked among the damage, surveying

it and pondered it. He stumbled on a rock and kicked it out of the way into a

puddle, and that's when he froze.

Blood. A lot of blood. It was mixed

into the puddles that were plentiful along the forest floor, but there was

still more than a lot of people usually see outside the body.

"What the hell?" He whispered to

himself as he walked to the blood puddles. 'Wolves' was his first thought, but

he didn't see any footprints or any other sign of life and delved a little

deeper. He saw a wide trough like gouge through the mud and followed it. He

crossed a row of bushes and that's when he saw it. What 'it' was, he couldn't

figure out at first. It was a dull yellow, sort of faded gold color, and was an

odd mass of organic shapes arranged at odd angles. The only thing he did

recognize was the myriad of cuts and gashes that marred its surface and from

which blood oozed and crusted. It was definitely biological in nature; he

surmised that much and he slowly approached its seemingly lifeless mass. He put

his hand on it: as cold as stone. Probably been dead for at least the night.

He gave it a slight push and the

creature rolled onto its back, the jumbled limbs falling into a more orderly

fashion. He jumped back, gasping in shock. The arms fell to their sides, same

with the legs, a long tail the width of the body that tapered towards the end,

unraveled and laid limp; a long liberally lacerated neck that held an elongated

head rolled back onto the ground, curving off to one side. He'd visualized it

in his head more than enough times to recognize it immediately: a dragon, with

human characteristics. The head had two horns that protruded from the well

defined eye ridges. The left one was broken near the base while the right only

had its tip snapped off. He stood, gawking at it, not sure what to do. Then its

head moved, twitching slightly and the body gave a small spasm. It exhaled a

pitifully weak sigh and labored to take shallow breathes.

"You're still alive!" He whispered

urgently, still in shock, but his emergency 'First Response' training took over

and he went to work. He knelt down in the bloody pools and searched the long neck

for a pulse; trying to get an image of how the creature's body was operating

under the damage. He found a weak, highly erratic one on the side and undid his

backpack. He pulled out his medicomp and clamped it onto the left wrist. He

then went about cleaning and dressing the most serious wounds that he could

find. The medicomp went into action and beeped as it activated and quietly did

its job.

The medicomp was an awesomely

powerful device, able to heal almost anything biological as long as there was

sufficient power to draw on to accelerate cell regeneration. Its first task was

to scan the genetic makeup of whatever it was attached to in order to arrive at

a decision for the best course of treatment. Jason released the breath that

he'd been holding as he watched the medicomp adjust flawlessly to the dragon's

physiology and administer a sedative and begin the accelerated healing process.

He finished dressing the last of

the major wounds and then pulled out the cot scaffolding that was part of his

backpack and rummaged through the rest of it to see what else he could use. He

pulled out the roll of duct tape that he always kept with him (MacGyver being

his patron saint) and set about making a stretcher for the wounded creature. He

had to get it back to his house fast. The field medicomp that was currently in

place had a limited life and given the creature's battered state, the moment

the battery went dead, the dragon would follow suit. The device was probably

only keeping the vitals in check, not having enough power for much anything

else. But at his home, and the same went for every building this day in age,

there was a medicomp that was tied into the main power grid with a backup

generator and battery. He had to hurry.

He finished the stretcher and added

some more duct tape to be sure it was as stable as it could be. Two long poles

and a tent cover to connect them and create a sling, extra pole length at one

end so it could be pulled behind a person with one end still on the ground, all

wrapped in grey tape. He carefully transferred the body from the cold, wet

ground to the stretcher and neatly arranged it so no limbs would snag on

passing bushes. Checking to make sure none of the bandages had come undone, he

felt the freezing arm as he crossed it over the other and got another idea. He

reached into the pile by his emptied out pack and got his sleeping bag. He

unzipped it and slipped it over the stretcher like a clamshell before making

two duct tape straps to hold it in place. Slipping on his lighter pack, he got

his bearing before he picked up the handles and proceeded home at his fastest

stable speed.

He was making record time back to

his home. He did stop every now and again to catch his breath and check the

medicomp battery and readout. When he saw the back of his house, he was glad

that he lived on the cul de sac of the oval block and his backyard was the last

part of the developed zone. A quick scan of the area told him that the coast

was clear and so he proceeded as quickly and stealthily as he could. He made to

his backdoor and fumbled with the lock for a brief second before he entered,

dragging the litter behind him and shutting the door.

His home was a 'one and half story'

as they called it. A couple of storage rooms, a small bathroom and the door to the

hanger were on the ground level with the two doors that lead to the outside;

while the main living quarters were up a switchback set of stairs. He brought

the litter to the stairs, a brief moment of calculation, and proceeded to drag

his load up the stairs. The turn actually presented him with no trouble, for

which he was grateful, and he was soon up the stairs and in the living room

with little effort.

The main living quarters consisted

of large open area that served as the dining room and living area while the

kitchen was an adjoining semi-walled in room with a counter that connected to

the living room. The bed room was on the opposite side of the kitchen,

quartered off from the main section by only a half wall, no door. There was a

bathroom up here as well, though significantly bigger than the downstairs one,

a den that Jason used as another random storage room and another set of stairs

up to the roof.

He gently laid the litter down on

the floor and unzipped the sleeping bag. He shuffled through the tattered cloth

remains and checked to see if any lacerations had gotten worse over the trip.

Having been satisfied that all was well, he hefted up the dragon ever so

carefully and took it to his bed. He set the bloody and muddy form down on the

bed from the left side, not caring how dirty the sheets got, and reached behind

him for the house medicomp. Clamping it onto the dragon's right arm, he watched

as the monitor on the wall came to life and received an update from the field

device. The switch was made without complication and Jason took off the field

medicomp and placed it in a charger mounted in the wall under the main med

comp's monitor.

He looked up at the monitor as a

full injury report came onto the screen. A see through model of the dragon was

in view and rotated as spots were highlighted and the injuries identified. He

gave an appreciative whistle.

"You're one lucky fellah. Twenty

four fractures, five bruised ribs, a field of bruises, seven torn ligaments,

serious internal bleeding, a concussion and a moderate case of hypothermia." He

turned his gaze back to the figure on the bed and the mud covered body. The

dragon's breathing had become deeper and more regular very soon after being

hooked up to the machine. He repositioned the dragon and folded the arms up and

pulled the covers up over the arms. _No

sense in helping the hypothermia._

The machine estimated at least 23 more

hours until the creature would be in a state where it could regain

consciousness. Jason went to wash his hands and any traces of his rescue.

An'karra was in that oh so

enjoyable limbo stage between sleep and awake. The point where the mind is

booting up, aware of only that you're awake, and nothing else. More senses came

online as her brain forced her to wake up. A sizzling sound, clanking of

dishes, a warm surrounding and the pleasant smell accompanying the preparation

of food. She slowly wiggled her head and snuggled into the warmth and tried to

go back to sleep.

It was then that her brain started

shouting warnings at her. How was she in a nice warm bed? The last thing that

she could recall, she had just crested a low lying mountain range to get back

to the gate to her home. She'd ended up cresting the mountain and plunging

directly into the storm of the century. It came back to her in flashes,

incomplete fragments that her battered brain tried to organize--lightning, gale

winds and rain. She opened her eyes and found some sort of card on a nightstand

next to her head. Her eyes took a second to focus for her to read the printed

words:

You're cordially invited to witness the

blissful union between

David Morrison and Stephanie Ong

April 12, 2065

5 O'clock San Clemins Church

San Jose, CA

(Google it)

In a smaller, hand written message:

'See you there little brother!' An'karra blinked. She was still on Earth, and

IN someone's home. Not good, was her

immediate response. She'd been seen by humans, she started to fret. Well, it

was calm around her, no obvious signs of press or much of any activity. The

clock on the wall read 11:30 AM April 12, 2065 PST. Well, someone was getting

married today, she pieced together that much, and it was probably the sibling

of whoever's house this was. _No point in

being covert. I've got to get out of here._

She thought and started to get

up.

She quickly wished she hadn't. Half

way through sitting up the sedatives gave out and could no longer shield her

from the immense pain she was in and her mind became aware of the battered

state of her body. She let out a loud, pain infused cry of anguish and fell

back down. She was in the process of trying to get back up again when a man

came into the room from around the corner.

"Easy there!" he said as he rushed

to the dragon's side and cupped his arm behind the creature to help its ascent.

It feebly put its arm against his chest and tried to push him away while trying

pathetically to scramble to its feet. One glance at the frightened look in its

eyes frantically whipping about, looking for other dangers, or maybe just a way

to escape; and he could feel the terror shoot to his core. "It's okay! It's

okay! I'm not going to hurt you!" he urged her. Whether it believed him or had

just exhausted itself, he didn't know, but it stopped its struggling for the

most part. Unfortunately, the frightened look remained in the eyes. "It's okay,

I'm a friend. I'm not going to hurt you," he said more calmly as he provided

support to keep the being upright; not even sure if it could understand a word

he said. It was probably scared out of its wits. Probably no idea what had

happened, injured and in unfamiliar surroundings--probably being discovered as

well. "You're safe here." He tried to say as convincingly as possible. "No one

knows that you're here." It stopped struggling and with a great effort, looked

him steadily in the eyes; trying to tell whether he was telling the truth or

not. "You're in my house. I live alone and no one saw me carry you in, I

promise." He said as genuinely as he could. "I found you out in the forest and

in pretty bad shape. I was surprised that none of the scavengers had found you

with all the blood and all. I brought you back here to heal you." He helped it

to the headboard when it started to rely more heavily on his support to stay

upright. It shivered noticeably and pulled the covers further up over a portion

of its neck. "My name's Jason by the way. You don't have to tell me yours if

you don't want to." It looked at him for a moment. He wasn't even sure if it

could even speak, let alone his language. It took a moment, but it answered

several questions in one sentence.

"An'karra," a mellifluous--albeit

strained and fatigued--feminine voice played out. "An'karra Laraeth. Thank you."

"Well, Miss Laraeth, you're welcome

but you're barely out of the woods, so please," he said ever so politely,

taking a look at the monitor to check her condition. "Try to take it easy or

you'll do more damage to yourself and undo all the healing that's already been

done." He fixed and rearranged the comforter over her legs and propped another

pillow against the head board behind her. "You're probably thirsty." He saw her

lick dry lips and could even see how parched her mouth looked in the dim light.

"Healing takes a lot out of the body. Especially one that's as damaged as

yours. I'll be right back." He left the room for a moment and she took the time

to survey her surroundings. There was a balcony door on her left with thick

curtains blocking the view into the house. In the far left corner was a shelf

with a couple rows of books and some other miscellaneous objects that her eyes

were to fatigued to identify from a range. A large, flat screen was opposite of

her and a couple of office chairs sat in the room. Several pictures on the

walls kept the room from being sparkly decorated, but she couldn't see them

clearly in the low light. Jason then reentered; carry a heavily laden tray over

his right shoulder and a small foldable table in the other hand.

"Do you feel up to eating

something? Your body needs the nutrients." He unfolded the tray next to her and

set the tray on it. The smell permeated the air and made its way up her

nostrils. The appetizing scent elicited a clearly audible rumbling from her

stomach. Her face took on a smirk of embarrassment. He just smiled

encouragingly back at her. "I'll take that as a yes." With an air of great

practice, he deftly set the table next to the bed and easily slid the tray onto

it. "I have no idea of your tastes, so put together a bunch of stuff. I hope

there's something here that peaks your interest." He reached over to a dial on

the wall and lightly increased the lighting before exiting briefly.

An'karra looked at the generously

stacked plates on the tray and could recognize almost all the items right off

the bat for they were among her favorites from home as well as this planet. She

saw steamed carrots next to a bowl of similarly cooked broccoli, a bowl of

mashed potatoes dashed with parsley accompanied a smaller gravy container next

to it, a fresh baked loaf of bread, a

grilled chicken breast, some kind of stew, a bowl of broth and a plate of some

sort of fried patties which she concluded was the target of her stomach's

interest.

"I've also got an apple pie cooling

on the stove if you feel the need for something sweet." Jason said, entering

the room holding a large glass of water and a pitcher in the other hand."

An'karra looked up at him, speechless for a moment; jaw hung open in awe.

"I-I don't know what to say." She

stuttered. "Thank you' just isn't enough. I already owe you my life and on top

of that, you prepare a feast that probably took you well over a day. I don't

know how I can ever repay you." She was about to continue on being obsequious

when Jason pulled up a chair and sat down, setting the pitcher on the

nightstand.

"Well, get something in your system

and recuperate. That'll be plenty enough for me." He held the glass out to her,

to see if she could manage to take a sip. He saw her face flash a grimace as

she tried to lift her arm and scooted his chair closer. He slowly put a hand

under her chin and brought the glass up to her lips. Her skin was cool to the

touch, not nearly as freezing as before, but enough to make him question if

cold water was the best choice.

He threw that thought out of the

window as she drained the glass effortlessly. He pulled it away, careful not to

dribble any on her, and refilled the glass from the pitcher. She only took a

few small gulps before she tipped him off that she was sated.

"Better?" He asked, topping off the

glass and putting down on the nightstand.

"Much, thank you."

"Wasn't too cold was it?" He had to

ask.

"No, not at all; it's more

refreshing that way."

"Good," he picked up a knife and

fork, knowing full from his glass test that she was in no shape to feed

herself. "So, what would you like to try first?"

"Oh, my," She stuttered. "I don't

know where to start. It all looks so wonderful." She took a moment to looks

things over. "I guess those, I've never seen anything like them before." She

replied, nosing at the fried patties.

"Ah, country fried steak. One of my

favorites and one of my specialties," He smiled as he cut off the end of one of

the patties and held it within biting range. "Careful, it's hot." She took the

piece in her mouth and her eyes lit up. Jason's smile widened and he continued

to cut off another piece.

"I-," she said after she'd

swallowed the first bite. "I'm going to need that recipe from you." He chuckled

and sliced off the second piece.

"I can give you something close,

but the rest of it's a family secret." She playfully frowned and pouted her

lips but smiled as he held another bite up for her.

He spent a good majority of an hour

nursing her. Talking to her, she responding a little in between bites. He was

just brimming with questions, but did marvelously well in containing them. He

poked around a bit, but immediately changed the subject whenever she hesitated

to answer. She seemed very secretive about many things; understandable, given

what she was. He got up once or twice to refill the pitcher and continued to

obey her fancies. It was halfway through the tray of food and well into the

third pitcher when she began to blink her eyes in an attempt to rid herself of

the sleepiness.

"Okay, I think that's enough. Your

body needs more time to rest." He cleared up the tray and came back to help her

lie down and tuck her in.

"No," she put a marginally stronger

arm against him and started to protest. "I'm very grateful for your help, more

grateful than I can ever express; but I've overstayed my welcome."

"Nonsense-," He started but she cut

him off.

"I'm well enough to move on my own.

I've imposed myself on you long enough. And besides, you have a wedding to get

to, and if memory serves me right, southern California is quite a ways from

Alaska." She giggled at his stunned face and pointed daintily at the card on

the night stand.

"Oh, heh." He said, playfully

smacking his head. "I was just wondering what excuse would be good enough to

tell my sister without giving you away. Thought you had read my mind or

something."

"Never without permission from the

individual first." She said solemnly but cracked a slight smile at his

dumbfounded blank stare. "I'm thankful for your kindness, but I've turned your

life upside down long enough." She turned herself carefully and was in the

process of putting her feet on the floor when Jason walked up to her and

started to reverse the process.

"Your bones have barely begun to

fuse. They're in no position to take any weight." She tried to resist him but

he effortlessly and gently pushed her back down to bed and pulled the covers up

over her. "You've got another two days of healing left to do, so you're not

going anywhere." She started to protest once more, but he could see that sleep

was overtaking her quickly. "Tell you what, we'll compromise. I'll go to avoid

arousing suspicion and you stay here and heal up." She paused for a moment, the

nodded. "I put the food in the fridge and when you next wake, sometime tomorrow

I think, you should be strong enough to limp around and heat something up." He

got a pre-packed suitcase and a cane from the closet and got his keys out of

the nightstand, setting the cane next to it. He grabbed her hand which was

hanging over the side of the bed and gave it a pat and she returned with a

slight squeeze. "I should be back in two days, but if you're gone by then; it

was an honor meeting you. You have no need to worry; I'll die before I tell

anyone you exist. Your secret is your secret." He laid her hand on top of her

chest and turned to pick up his suitcase.

"Are you okay with leaving me alone

in your house?" He put on a flight jacket and picked up his suitcase.

"Break, burn or steal whatever you

like." He smiled for the next part. "Just do it after you're fully healed." He

was almost out the room when he stopped. "Oh, the microwave is in the kitchen,

you need to--,"

"I know what it is and how to use

it;" She managed a big smile, showing some teeth, "go or you're going to be

late. And," She said as he was turning towards the door, making him whip about

to face her again. "Thank you, very much." He fired a smile back at her and a

quick salute before he went out. An'karra was asleep before Jason had even left

the hanger.

Jason checked into his hotel later

that night, after the wedding and that was the only time he had to himself so

he could think about the situation that had unfolded the past couple of days.

Tomorrow his family was planning a day full of gatherings, meals and whatnot;

so the very earliest he could leave without raising suspicion would be the next

day after tomorrow. He climbed into bed and tried to get some sleep, even

though he knew he wouldn't be able to.

An'karra woke late the next morning

to a grumbling stomach, and began to move herself very carefully. She stretched

slowly, stopping whenever she felt the slightest protest from herself. She

arched her back, popping the lazy--but functional--vertebrae back into operation.

She sat up, legs over the edge and slowly ascended, gradually putting her

weight onto her legs. She went to the monitor on the wall to take a look at her

condition. All the breaks had healed and disappeared. There was still some torn

tissue and bruising, but the concussion was gone and she came to the conclusion

that she could move about. She found the washroom and freed herself from the

dirt and blood as much as possible; arms, face and the like. She avoided

jumping into the shower, fearing that the medicomp might not react too well to

water. She took a minute to find the best way to use the head and relieved

herself. Her stomach rumbled again and she limped across the living room to the

kitchen. She reheated some of the food from the previous day; which didn't

taste quite as good as it did before, and limped back to the bedroom.

She hobbled over to the bookshelf

in the far corner and after a brief perusal, grabbed the first volume of

something. She got pulled in fast and spent the afternoon finishing it. It was

different from the human literature she was used to seeing. It was much like

her world, dragons, gryphons, and various other sentient animals on a world;

except that they were at war with humans. There were similarities to her own

world that surprised her and beckoned her to read on. She was finishing the

second novel late that night and preparing to get the third one started when

the back flap caught her eye as she was closing the book. The author's picture

in black and white, but she easily recognized Jason's face. Huh.

She felt herself flush with embarrassment.

So that's why his mind was so jumbled,

_he

must be ecstatic to see me,_

she concluded. She'd been monitoring him during

their brief time together--not exactly reading his mind; more like just his

emotions--and was perplexed by her unclear reading of him. He'd been 'containing

his curiosity', and most likely bursting at the seams with questions.

She woke the next morning feeling

in tip top shape; well, at least compared to yesterday and certainly the day

before. She felt much like her old self. There was still some stiffness in her

muscles but nothing too trifling. She was nearing the final quarter of the

third book when a series of beeps from the medicomp on her wrist drew her

attention to it. There were a couple of slight clicks and it split open on one

side. She took the armlet off and watched the system go back into standby mode.

She set the book on the nightstand, got up and stretched. She ran her hands

over her body and tattered remains of her clothes, physically checking herself

out. Her horn was still broken and that caused her to frown, it would be some

time until that was regrown; but everything else appeared to be fine. She

hesitated for a moment. Her healing was done, should she leave? It didn't seem

right, let alone polite. He'd saved her life, sheltered and healed her. I'll cook him dinner. She declared in

her mind. He'd cooked her a meal, so she'd cook him one She'd try her best to

repay him for his kindness.

She went to the kitchen and took

stock of what was in the fridge. She spied a rib roast buried a layer in and,

licking her lips, pulled it out and planned to have ready for dinner. Jason was

supposed to be coming back today and he probably wouldn't have been able

probably be too tired to cook for himself, let alone two. She dressed it up and

stuck it in the oven, leaving it to slow roast over the next third of the day.

She went back into the fridge to see what was in the crisper when she heard a

series of beeps followed by some low whirring noise coming from the bedroom.

She walked in on the computer going

through a self scan and was about to head back to the kitchen when another

window popped up on the screen asking if it should repair some fragments. She

knew enough about human technology so she 'okay'ed it and the window shrunk to

reveal Jason's wallpaper; another dragon of course. It was a rain cloud filled

sky with one hole letting a ray of sunlight shine through and a dragon soaring

through it on the upper right. Quite a piece of artwork. She was attempting to

leave again when the cleaning program finished and brought up the folder that

contained to repaired files.

She was amazed, to say the least.

Thousands upon thousands of dragon pictures. She sat down and perused through

them a little, giggling at the absurdity and outlandish characteristics of some

of them. She found a sub folder also labeled 'Dragon', opened it was even more

surprised.

Porn! A lot of porn, and mostly

dragons from what she saw, no humans. She felt herself blush, but didn't stop

looking. All of varying quality, it reminded her of when she was younger, back

in her parent's home with her cache of naughty pictures. Except none of these

were real of course; although some were incredibly detailed and talently

crafted. She felt herself growing pleasantly warm as she continued exploring

Jason's computer but was startled when a window from the text messaging program

appeared with the person on the other asking 'You're home already?!'. Without

hesitation, An'karra hit the switch and killed the computer.

She took a moment to calm down and

clear her mind before she got up to continue her tasks. She explored the house

a bit and found a change of sheets which she used to swap out the bloody mud

covered ones she'd made. She found a pair of shorts and a shirt folded on a

chair with a paper on it that read 'Ankarah' and giggled at the misspelling.

She picked them up and headed into the bathroom.

She let the shower heat up as she

peeled the remnants of her clothes off and dropped them in the hamper. She

stepped under the water and relaxed, letting it flow over her body. She felt

the tension in her drain with the water to the floor and out; the mud washed

away, taking the blood with it. She shuddered a little as she came to grips

with her brush with death. Her hands were shaking and she found it near

impossible to pick up the soap bar at the moment. She let out a loud, prolonged

sigh as she reviewed the last couple of days.

She hadn't died because she'd been

incredibly lucky to have stranger come across her battered form. A stranger

whose first impulse was to help an injured creature he knew nothing about;

regardless if it was a danger to his own well being. A stranger who'd give the

shirt off his back if you asked him to, even if he knew nothing about you. A

stranger who was so selfless and packed the personality like the one that she

wished she could find in a mate again some day; a kind, considerate and

charming one. She finally found the serenity to grab the shampoo and lather up

her hair, rinsed and repeated to make sure she'd gotten all the muck out. Satisfied that it had returned to its proper

shade of sunset gold, she proceeded to clean the rest of herself, enjoying the

hot water.

She inhaled sharply as her soapy

hands brushed over the lips of her sex. She'd begun to be so turned on while

exploring Jason's computer, her body hadn't quite settled back down. She

thought to herself, why not finish the job? How long had it been? Almost a

month now since her last release. _Far too

long._

She thought as she leaned her back against the shower wall,

transferring weight onto her tail. She rubbed her lips, inserting a finger

every now and then, teasing herself. The head of the shower was angled so the

water hit her stomach and coursed down through her crotch, adding to the

pleasure. She grabbed the shampoo bottle again and started to rub it lengthwise

along her slit, fantasizing that the finger grips were ridges on a male's cock.

She leaned for a while, moderately teasing herself, enjoy it to its full

extent; one hand pumping the shampoo bottle, the other playing with her

nipples.

Her breaths become more labored as

she nears her climax and her actions speed up. She closed her eyes, myriads of

naughty images flashing through her mind, some from Jason's computer; some from

her own experience. Her unconscious mind throws an image of Jason mating her

hard and she nearly slips as her eyes bolt open. Completely shocked by what her

mind had just showed her, but with her body so close to release, her instincts

are in control of her motor functions and she can't throw it from her mind;

rubbing even faster to the scene playing in her head, all the while furiously

blushing. She cries loudly, roaring proudly as she climaxes in the shower as

well as in her fantasy. Jason cums a split moment after she started and they

pull together in a kiss as he empties his load into her depths. Her juices

spray out, going in all directions. Some of it hits the shower walls, some

splashes up on her face while a lot just flies through the air to the floor.

After a while, she opens her eyes,

back in the shower, her breaths slowing and becoming more even. Maybe it was of

the long time since her last climax, or the fantasy running through her head...possibly

both; but she'd just had one of the most intense orgasms she's ever

experienced. So intense in fact, that her claws had pierced the shampoo bottle

which was now oozing over her hand. She licks her lips, taking in her juices,

as she peels the bottle off her claws, smiling to herself, the after glow of

content filling her. She placed the bottle back on the shelf; she'd worry about

an explanation later, and resumed the process of tidying up.

She heard the door shut from the

floor below and someone start walking up the stairs and hurried to finish

showering.

Jason walked up the stairs,

dragging his suitcase up behind him. Coming up to the second level, he set his

case against the wall and went to the bedroom. He blinked a couple of times,

clearing the sleep from his eyes; jet lag and sleeplessness overtaking him.

She'd changed the sheets and had made the bed; but she was no where in sight.

The medicomp was back in its slot on the wall, the system was in standby. He

let loose a sigh and his shoulders sagged. _Well,

it was still one hell of an experience._

He walked to the kitchen and saw

the oven on. He looked in and saw the roast, looking above, he saw the time

left; three hours. He stood up, and a sound filtered through to him. Walking

away from the kitchen and the exhaust fan, he heard falling water and the sound

of skin squeaking on the floor of the shower. He smiled to himself, she was

just taking shower. A happy sigh left him as he went back to the bedroom; three

hours was enough time for a nap.

Jason stretched his arms above his

head, trying to take in as much of the sun as possible; his fingers probing

into the warm sand. He recognized this place; it was his and his alone. He must

be asleep, that and during day dreaming were the only times that he came here.

It was a beautiful beach with emerald and sapphire water serenely lapping at

golden white sand and tropical scenery to match. This time, it was late

afternoon; still enough light to see clearly, but late enough for the sky

overhead to be exploding in a plethora of dazzling oranges and golds. He closed

his eyes once more and a sigh of content escaped his lips.

He had always envisioned himself

alone of his beach, so he was surprised when he heard footsteps displacing the

sand and approaching him. He was temporarily blinded by the setting sun when he

turned his gaze on the approaching stranger and a shocked look overcame his

face when he recognized An'karra as the figure standing over him.

She was wearing what every fantasy

girl wore on a dream beach: a white, two piece bathing suit that left very

little to the imagination. Her skin was smooth and unmarred; her horns curved

slightly over her head, unbroken and her wing sails were undamaged, opaque in

the sunlight and refracting rays in all directions to give her a golden aura.

She knelt down next to him, putting a finger to his lips to stifle anything

that he could've uttered. Taking the finger down, she leaned forward and

pressed her lips against his. A brief second of confusion was all that passed before

Jason returned the kiss in earnest. She pushed him back onto the sand and they

spent several passionate moments playing host to each others' tongue.

She broke the kiss, sat up and

reaching behind her neck, eyes never breaking contact, undid the neck strap of

her top before removing it completely in a seductive fashion. Tossing it off to

the side where it lay, forgotten; she straddled his legs and continued the

kissing. Without breaking contact again, she guided his hand to the strap on

her bikini and let him do the rest while she ran her hand down the front of his

trunks, stroking his stiffening member from the outside. He tossed her cloth

with the top and she stopped the kissing again, taking a moment to look deeply

into his eyes before she slithered down his body, tantalizingly teasing every

bit she passed with her tongue and fingers, stopping at his crotch.

She hooked a finger through the

drawstring and pulled his trunks off with a little helpful movement from him.

His member shot up proudly into the air as it escaped the confines of his

trunks. She licked the tip delicately, eliciting a pleasure laden sigh from him

and she smiled at that. Seeing it pulse in unison with his heart and a bead of

precum appear on the tip, told her that he had no tolerance for teasing and was

ready and willing to jump ahead to the fun stuff. Without preamble she took the

whole length into her muzzle and began to give Jason a trip to heaven. Her head

was soon bobbing up and down at a feverish pace as Jason's hands stroked her

head, running his hands through her hair and around her horn bases, scratching

her eye ridges.

"Oh, An'karra..." He moaned in

ecstasy.

His hands grabbed fistfuls of her

hair as she wrapped her fully prehensile tongue around his shaft and squeezed;

and he yelled as he came in her mouth. She drank of him with a greedy need and

sucked him dry, savoring the taste. Her head came back up to his and they

kissed, sharing her work and his joy between them.

He then deftly but gently rolled

her and with her onto her back so their roles were now reversed. She shifted

her wings into a comfortable position behind her and he gave her a loving smile

before he proceeded on his journey downward, giving the nipples some seconds

attention before she ushered him lower, wanting to skip straight to the good

stuff as well. She spread her legs open and straightened her tail below him,

using the tip to play with his cock. He blew gently cross her slit; she

shivered at the sensation and gave him a look that urged him to continue.

He started at the bottom and did a

slow, deep lick to her clit. He wormed in one of his fingers, tongue

continuously teasing her button. She let out a moan and rubbed his head gently

as he continued his ministrations. He inserted a second finger and began to speed

up he pumping of his hand, speeding up his tongue's actions in tandem. Her

breathing quickened and he doubled his actions to give her the best he could.

She screamed his name as she

clamped onto the sand below her, her legs digging deeply into the surface as

she climaxed. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of her snatch and

continued to lick feverishly as her sweet nectar flew into his face and mouth.

Her climax lasted a while and Jason dragged it out as long as he could; giving

her, her own due slice of heaven.

Her orgasm subsided and she

beckoned him up to her and proceeded to lick his face clean of her mess. He

matched her actions with ardent kissing while he aligned his body with hers,

rubbing the tip of his member tantalizingly across her still extremely

sensitive slit. They pulled apart and looked lovingly at each other for a long

moment. No words were said, none were needed, as An'karra put her hands on

Jason's shoulders and gave him a look that implored him to continue. He lined

up with her slit and slowly entered her. He leaned his head against hers and

they shared a joined exhale of exhilaration as he hilted himself in her hot

center. She laid her head back in pleasure and he attacked her neck with ardent

kisses, ranging from her shoulders all the way up to her lips. He paused,

letting them both enjoy the feeling before he continued.

He gained a rhythm and gradually

began to increase his pace; eventually ceasing his attack of kisses as they

locked gazes once more. She was panting heavily, though no more so then he was,

and her legs locked around his waist. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly

as she began to climax, roaring with pleasure and sending Jason over the edge

with her. Her essence squirted out of the action going on between them and

soaked into the sand. Jason let out a yell of his own as he slammed into her as

far as he could go and fired his seed into her silky depths, some leaking out

of their bond and dribbling down into the sand. He bent down and locked lips

with her and they shared the kiss through their orgasms.

Eventually, seemingly long for the

two participants, their climaxes ended and their lips parted with their owners

laboring for air. They embraced, his member still hilted inside of her, and

they cuddled, wanting to share their afterglow of contentment as well. He

rolled onto his side and she curled up in him, her head against his chest. He

looked down at her and she looked up at him.

"I love you." He declared, voice a

strained whisper from heavy panting, but still infused with ardor and

happiness. She looked at him with a smile, beautiful eyes looking deeply into

him and opened her mouth--.

And he was abruptly awake.

An'karra dried herself with a towel

that Jason had somehow provided for her in the scant seconds he'd had before he

left and put on the shirt and shorts. She rinsed her dirty scraps in the shower

and hung them to dry, not sure what else to do with them. Maybe she could find

some material to mend them; or ask Jason for some kind of replacement. She exited

the bathroom and looked about for Jason. Hearing a low snoring, she went to the

bedroom to checkup on him.

She found him plum tuckered out and

fast asleep; curled up almost into a ball on his side in the bed. She untucked

the comforter and was in the process of draping it over him when he stretched

out, changing position. He was still dressed for a formal occasion and his

dress pants did almost nothing to hide the raging erection that was occurring

underneath. She blushes for the third time that day and continues to cover

Jason up against the chill in the room. As her hands move down to arrange the

comforter over his legs, she tempts fate and runs her hand along the fairly

well sized bulge in Jason's pants. Her actions elicit a moan from Jason and a

brief admission.

"Oh, An-," the rest is lost in

mumbles and snoring but An'karra is sure of what she heard. Maybe he was

fantasizing of her just as she was of him, or he could be involved with an

actual Anne of some sort and thinking of her. Going back to the many gigs of

dragon porn on his computer, she leans against the former. She blushes even

more, thinking about the situation and a wide smile appears on her face. She

could thank him in the way that only a lady knew how. He could've very well

demanded it as payment for saving her life, but it wasn't even remotely in his

personality; and she was of the firm belief that what she had seen in the hour

or so they'd spent together before he'd gone to the wedding was all that there

was to see. The idea had obviously occurred to both of them, so why not act on

it? She gave the bulge another friendly pat before leaving the room.

Jason awoke to the slight sound of

clanking dishes and sat up. He stretched and put on his glasses that he'd left

on when he fell asleep and that had fallen to the floor. He finger combed his

hair and stood up, heading into the living room.

"Well, hello there; welcome back."

An'karra cheerfully greeted him from across the room where she was setting the

dinning table. Her voice had healed as well and was now as fluidic, sweet and

soothing as a harp made out of honey. It also had a twinge of an accent on it,

almost of a British nature. She was wearing the dark blue shirt and gray shorts

that he'd allocated for her and she looked beautiful in the light coming from

above the table. Her broken horn did nothing to dampen her attractiveness to

Jason. The shirt looked a little on the snug side and he could now see her

breasts create a shadow against the light. Having been so preoccupied with her

life, he'd not noticed them before; he felt proud of that. But now, since the

dream, he began to look at her like he'd fantasized so often before.

Remembering that she could read minds, he quickly shifted his thoughts

elsewhere. "Get enough sleep? I didn't wake you did I?"

"No, no, no," he hastily denied,

"Internal clock went off." He paused, at a loss for words. "Wha- what is all

this? You're my guest; I should be cooking for you." He added a smile to take out any

unintentional sting that may have been received.

"Well, this is the only thing that

I could come up with that could slightly show my gratitude." She returned the

smile. Until recently that is. She

added in afterthought. "I guessed that you'd be too tired from your traveling

and sleepless nights to cook for yourself, let alone two. Looks like I guessed

right. You have the best timing of anyone I've ever met. First, you find me on

my way 'out the door'. Then, you wake up right as I'm about to go wake you up

for dinner." She smiled at him and he returned it.

"What can I say, innate sense of

timing? Sixth sense?"

"Whatever it is, I'm grateful for

it. Now go get washed up and come sit down."

Jason obeyed and walked into the

washroom to tidy himself up a bit. He was about to leave when he noticed the

trail of shampoo leading from the ledge in the shower to the drain. He picked

up the punctured bottle, looked it over a brief second before throwing it in

the garbage, it having drained the rest of the way.

"You know," he said jokingly

walking back into the dining room, "you don't have to squeeze those shampoo

bottles so hard to get them to open." She stiffened for the briefest of

moments, quick wit coming to her aid.

"I heard a door slam, scarred me

half to death before I remembered you live here." She replied. "I'm sorry; I'll

find a way to replace it." He nonchalantly walked to a cabinet filled with some

wines.

"That's not necessary, you're my

guest; plus I told you that you could break anything you wanted to." He threw

her a smile over his shoulder. "Do you like wine? I've got some that I've been

saving for a special occasion that I'd like to share."

"I'd be delighted." She replied,

supplying glasses from the cupboard.

The meal was spectacular, more so

for him than her. She was saving her good time for later; he was flying at the

opportunity to just share a meal with her; above the superb quality of the

food.

"I got to read your books by the

way." She said while he refilled her water glass.

"Really. What did you think?"

"I liked them," she said earnestly.

"It bares some similarities to my own world."

"Like what; if you don't mind my

asking. I know you want to remain secretive and won't be offended if you don't

want to talk to a human." She smiled back at him across the table.

"Actually, there are humans where I

come from as well." His eyes went wide as he sat back down in his chair and she

smiled before she continued. "I'm still going to hold you to your oath of

silence to the death from before." He gave a silent nod and she continued to

fill him in on her world; the history, the different species, the culture. The

talk went on for an hour or so after the sun had set. Jason was allowed to vent

many of his questions and he just fired away at An'karra; who answered everyone

in turn. Another storm had brewed up about the town and it started to rain

heavily as the sun set.

Jason eventually got up to take

care of the leftovers and dishes. An'karra tried to get up to help, but Jason

put his hand up in protest.

"Please, you've done enough. I can

handle it." She sat back down, not wanting to start an argument and continued

to talk to entertain him while he worked. "So you were saying, Earth is

actually a vacation spot?"

"Half and half actually. Some come

for a vacation while there are others whose jobs are to 'keep tabs' on your

kind as it were."

"So what was the purpose of your

trip: business or pleasure?" he chuckled.

"A little business, take a look at

world events and stuff; but mostly pleasure, enjoy the countryside." _Pleasure indeed..._she chuckled to herself.

"Except for that nasty getting-caught-in-the-storm-of-the-century stuff."

"Yeah, they like to hide in the

mountains up here."

"Tell me about it. I had just

crested one of those mid range mountains north of here when a gust hit me from

the north and pushed me straight into that storm the nearly killed me. I'm so

grateful that you found me when you did." He looked at her over his shoulder,

there gazes locking.

"You don't need to thank me, I was

just doing what needed to be done. I'm sure that if our roles were reversed,

you're the kind that would do the same thing."

"Well, you certainly gave me

something to think about. I thought that this entire planet had gone selfish

and if anyone had found me, they would've finished me off and my body would've

been in a government laboratory or paraded on the news in less than a day."

Jason sighed at that comment.

"Sad thing is that that's all too

true. Most people on this planet would do that for the money if not the fame."

"But there are some who are better

than that, I know there are. You're not like that, and I'm sure that you're not

alone." She urged.

"Thank you. I guess we're both

lucky that it was I that found you then. I get to find out that fantasy is

reality and you didn't end up on some dissection table and get to go home." He

let out a barely audible sigh as he finished rinsing the last of the dishes. "I

suppose that you'll be heading home tomorrow then." His head sagged and the

sadness was in no way hidden in his tone. "Being fully healed and all."

"Well," she said getting up and

walking over to him. "I am overdue on my return."

"Don't tell me you're leaving

tonight, I won't have it. You're likely to get into more trouble if you go out

in that. You can leave in the morning when it passes." He started to get very

defensive about her well being.

"Okay," she attempted to soothe

him. "I promise no cavorting around in the pitch black thunderstorm outside."

She chuckled and he smiled at her. Everything abruptly went silent and dark as

the power went out.

"Oh bloody hell piss up a tree."

Jason spat out and An'karra laughed at his oath.

"So much for not cavorting around

in the dark." She chided as he got a flashlight out of the cupboard. He

switched it on and the light immediately began to dim.

"Oh man, you gotta be frakking

kidding me." He cried with exaggerated exasperation. "I'm sorry, I'm going to

go look for some candles, best not move." He took the fading light and went to

one of the storage rooms. "The power rarely ever goes out, that's why I've

never changed the battery in this flashlight."

"You only have one in your entire

house?"

"Well, no," he yelled from the

other room. "Chances are that all the others are as equally as dead as this one

is. Here we go." He came back into the living room with a box full of three

dozen or so assorted candles and set them on the table. He pulled one out and

fumbled around for a lighter in his pockets. Finding none, forgetting that he

never smoked, he went to his nightstand and got his old one that he had for

emergencies. He'd seen 'Aliens' and knew Zippos could save lives. "Oh mighty

Zippo, hallowed is thy name, please save us." He chanted with as much solemnity

as he could muster; his face mouth cracking a grin and ruining it all. An'karra

laughed and applauded as the lighter ignited on the first strike. He lit one

and set it one the table and continued to light more as she took some out of

the box and chain lit them off the first one.

"Well, that was interesting; where

were we?" She asked as she took her glass of wine and sat down on the sofa in

the living room; Jason following suit. The entire room was festooned with

candles, a real romantic atmosphere had settled in. All the better for

An'karra.

"Talking about you not leaving

until morning. Don't tell me you're leaving tonight, I won't have it."

"Well, okay, what do we do in the

mean time?" she asked, not insinuating anything just yet.

"Well," he mused. "You're

telepathic-"

"Right?" She nodded.

"And didn't you say that people on

your world see learning other peoples' lives is like an honor of some sort."

Another nod. "Well, you read my books, so I guess you can read my mind then."

"Really?" she asked surprised.

"Really. Consider it a 'going away'

present of sorts." He smiled at her.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah I'm sure. As long as it

doesn't hurt or mame me in some way." He added hastily.

"No, nothing even close to that.

It's just that it's really, important to have the full cooperation of the one

being read. Not everyone can do reading, so there's a strict code for us that

can."

"Well, you have my full

cooperation." She took another sip of wine before she set the glass down and

faced him, motioning for him to do the same. They scooted closer, sitting a

mere hand span apart, knees slightly knocking into each other.

"Gimme your hands." She took his

hands in hers and leaned her head forward. "Now, lean your head against mine

and try to empty your mind, think of nothing." He attempted his best to do what

she asked as she continued to give soothing directions. "Relax, let your mind

empty, close your eyes...and watch." He closed his eye and suddenly, there was a

bright flash in his mind's eye and then, memories.

His life began to replay for him.

He didn't consciously remember every moment, but he remembered it as it came up

and passed; forgetting it again as it receded into his long term memory. His

childhood, early school, high school years, friends, holidays, gatherings,

college, his work life, his family. The recent wedding, birthday parties,

meetings with friends and then his discovery of An'karra. It definitely didn't

surface in order, but he knew it all. His imagination surfaced, his stories,

the ones he hadn't written...his inner most thoughts. He'd imagined himself as a

dragon, a bronze orangish one, and had had many dreams of it. His stories were

based off those dreams. He'd also had a mate as a dragon, another dragon; a

golden one. His fantasies came about now, his mate and him, in a bedroom in the

middle of passionate lovemaking. He was still in contact with his body and he

felt himself start to become aroused be these memories. He squirmed a bit,

starting to think that this wasn't such a good idea. The image shifted to the

fantasy of An'karra on the beach with him and he felt his face swell to three

times its size as he blushed; really starting to believe that this was a really

bad idea. The image shifted again, more random events. The dinner with her

sitting opposite of him was the last thing that he saw before the link was

ended and he was back in control of his body and mind.

He opened his eyes and tilted his

head up, coming face with face with An'karra and her stare. His face was as red

as a tomato and he was about to try to explain himself when she started to move

closer to him. He finally took notice of the look in her eyes and found her

stare to be one of longing; of desire and not of anger nor anything else. She

made contact, pressing her lips against his, stunning him and stifling any

action other than two; acceptance or rejection. She had her lips against his

and was starting to second guess herself, getting worried when he didn't

reciprocate. Had she gone wrong? Should she not have done this? Too soon? Oh gods, what have I done? Maybe she should bolt down the stairs and out

into the night.

Her thoughts were quelled when

Jason leaned into her and returned the kiss with ardor.

Their lips mingled for several

minutes, hands moved to caress each others' head, neck and shoulders. The lock

was finally broken; they separated, gasping for air. Pausing for a second,

looking into each other; An'karra then began to advance, kissing him and gently

pushing Jason's back against the couch and taking position on top of him; her

hand wriggling its way up his shirt to knead his chest. His hands explored her

back, massaging her back muscles, exploring the wing membrane and wing joints.

She leaned close to him, licking his neck, inhaling his scent before gliding up

to his ear.

"It's time that I really thank you for saving me." She

said in the most seductive whisper. Jason was shocked still for a moment, then

broke away from her, taking her hand out of his shirt; she sat up off him,

dumbfounded as to what was going on. A befuddled 'merp' sound was all she could

manage.

"You don't owe me anything," he

stated facing away from her, "I told you that." A touch of anger seeped into

his voice. He finished straightening himself out, and just sat there, not

looking at her. She dared to touch his shoulder and started to reach for it.

"If that's the reason why you're doing this, please stop." He looked at her as

she touched his shoulder.

"Jason..."

"I don't do 'one nighters'." He

looked at her, disappointment and hurt filling his face. He started to get up.

"I'm...I'm a long haul kind of guy."

"Wait." She blurted out. "Wait,

please. I've been thinking about you nonstop these past few days." She spat out

rapidly, causing him to pause and look at her. "I...I feel something for you,

something very strong. I want you; I can't get you out of my head." She took

her hand off his shoulder and grabbed his hands in hers. "I don't know if its

love or not, but I would really, really, really,

like to find out." A fearful expression accompanied that message and made

Jason look at her with thought. "I was hoping that we could give it a chance."

She smiled slightly for the next bit, "Sounds silly, I know. But I know that

you've thought about me in that way." His face blushed once more and he

attempted to hide it, looking slightly away from her. "I know you've been

thinking about it for some time...I saw the pictures on your computer." He

flashed her a brief surprised glance before looking away ashamedly.

"You probably think I'm a pervert."

He muttered ashamedly, still not looking at her.

"No, not at all; you're just a

human with different interests. A pervert would've molested or raped me when he

found me; or worse. Not cared for me and healed me like you." She turned his

head to face her. "For which I am eternally grateful. Forgetting the

compensation angle, I've been thinking about you in that way as well." She sent

him her memory from her climax in the shower, and the thought of him in her

mind that accompanied it. He stared at her, absorbing what she'd sent him. She

took another chance and leaned into him, locking lips once more. He returned

the expression much quicker this time. She broke the kiss once more and,

smiling, she rose, extending her hand towards him. He took it and she led him

to the bedroom where she'd already managed to sneak some candles into.

Kissing some more, she wormed her

hands back into his shirt and resumed massaging his chest. He kept his hands

near her shoulders, massaging the wing bases as she started to unbutton his

shirt. He was fit enough, not a body builder sporting 12 inch guns or a six

pack, but he wasn't a slouch either. Flinging the shirt aside, she slowly

guided him down to the edge of the bed and bade him to sit down. She leaned him

back and made her way down his body, determined to play out his fantasy.

Licking his chest and nipples briefly, she sat up on the edge of the bed; he

propped himself on his elbows to watch her actions, eyes never breaking

contact. She pulled her shirt up and off, pulling her wings out of the two

holes she'd torn for them; all in such a seductive matter. Jason couldn't take

his eyes off her form, not feeling so shy about where his gaze hit now.

Her breasts were magnificent, a

perfect creamy yellow in the candlelight that blended seamlessly with her

stomach. They were perfect, a dark little erect nipple on each one, pert, not

too large to get in the way, but enough mass to give her the perfect feminine figure.

She had the body of a runner, just the way he imagined. Her stomach was the

same smooth creamy texture as her palms that he'd felt. No scars or lacerations

remained, giving her the look of being chiseled out of orange marble. Her

shorts still hid her great treasure from view.

Tossing the shirt off to the side

where it lay, forgotten; she straddled his legs and continued kissing, not

keeping it confined to just his head, but his neck, ears, shoulders and chest

as well. She ran her hand down the front of his pants, stroking his stiffening

member from the outside. He gave a passionate return, enjoying her silky,

flawless hide and enjoying her sweet intoxicating scent. They were enthralled

like this for an eternity before she paused again, taking a moment to look

deeply into his eyes before she slithered down his body, tantalizingly teasing

every bit she passed with her tongue and fingers, stopping at his crotch.

She undid the button and slowly,

agonizingly slowly, undid the zipper. Peeling his pants off of him, she smiled

at him as his boxers tented after being release from the confining pants. She

hooked a finger through the elastic band and pulled his trunks off with a

little helpful shifting from him. His member shot up into the air as it escaped

its prison. She licked the tip delicately, causing him to flinch and sigh in

pleasure. Then, without further warning, she took the whole length into her maw

and began to give Jason the trip to heaven he'd dreamed of. Her head bobbed up

and down at a feverish pace as Jason's hands stroked her head; running his

hands through her hair and around her horns, ignoring the break and focusing on

the sensitive bases, scratching her eye ridges. She used one hand to pump his

shaft, the other to massage and tease his balls. She ended up giving in to her

darker side and brought him to the edge several times, only to back down and

smile impishly at him.

She finally went in for her final

approach and was sucking and bobbing feverishly on his shaft as she took one

her slickened fingers and wormed it between his butt cheeks inserted it in his

hole up past the second knuckle. He gave an odd cry of pleasureful protest as

she pumped her finger in and out of his hole and sucked him off the edge.

"Oh god, An'karra...uhh," he grunted;

his hands grabbed fistfuls of her hair as she wrapped her fully prehensile

tongue around his shaft and squeezed; and he yelled as he came in her mouth.

The hot fluid splashed in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and

dripping on her tongue. She drank of him with the greedy need she'd seen in his

fantasy and sucked him dry, savoring the taste. Her head came back up to his

and they kissed; sharing the taste between them.

He came to realize her plan and

quickly jumped to fill his role in it. Deftly but gently rolling her onto her

back so their roles were now reversed. She shifted her wings into a comfortable

position behind her and he gave her a loving smile before he proceeded on his

journey downward, giving the nipples some attention before she pushed him

lower, wanting him to give his attention to her most needy spot. She spread her

legs open and straightened her tail below him, using the tip to play with his

cock and keep him hard. He arrived at he slit and gazed at it for a moment.

Even I the low candlelight, it was easy to see her eagerness as it permeated

the cloth of the shorts, seeping from her fold and oozed down her tail and to

either side. He inhaled deeply of the sweet scent, its smell immediately taking

over his mind and arousing him further. He grabbed the legs and slowly pulled

them down, exposing her sex to the air and tossed them in the general direction

of every other discarded article. The smell was intensified, his arousal

heightened. He blew gently cross her slit; she shivered at the sensation and

gave him a look that urged him to continue.

He started at the bottom and did a

slow, deep lick to her clit. He probed it with his tongue for several moments,

sampling her juices. They were truly of a sweet nature, not the acidic human

variety. He then wormed in one of his fingers, tongue continuously teasing her

button. She let out a moan and rubbed his head gently as he continued his

ministrations. He inserted a second finger and began to speed up he pumping of

his hand, speeding up his tongue's actions in tandem. Her breathing quickened

and he doubled his actions to give her the best he could.

"Oh Jason...yes," she hissed as he

sped up. He changed his angle several times to find which spot gave the most

response. She gave a mild spasm, "Oh yes, just like that." He stopped searching

and began to really attack the area that she wanted, causing her to throw her

head in various directions as she tried to hold on under his barrage of tongue

lashings.

"OH GODS JASON!" She screamed his

name and roared as she clamped onto the bed sheets, her legs pressing strongly

against the bed and arching her back high into the air, pushing her sex against

Jason's face, taking his tongue in as deeply as it could go. He continued

pumping his fingers in and out of her snatch and continued to lick feverishly,

even inserting his own finger into her tail hole. A torrent of sweet nectar

flew into his mouth and splashed over his face and her nether regions. Her

climax seemed to last for an entire season and Jason dragged it out as long as

he could; continuously licking and probing her holes, giving her, her own slice

of ecstasy.

Her orgasm eventually subsided and

he began to lick up the remnant streams, most had trailed down and soaked into

the sheet and floor. She beckoned him up to her with the motion of one finger

and proceeded to lick his face clean of her mess. He matched her actions with

ardent kissing while he aligned his body with hers, rubbing the tip of his

member tantalizingly across her still extremely sensitive slit. They pulled

apart and looked lovingly at each other for a long moment. No words were said,

none were needed; it was as Jason had imagined it, only more beautiful.

An'karra looked up at him, a deep yearning in her eyes; the candlelight

slightly reflecting in them. Her body seemed to absorb the minimal lighting and

return it in fold, for she seemed to be glowing with the aura he'd envisioned.

An'karra put her hands on Jason's shoulders

and gave him a look that implored him to continue. He rubbed his fingers along

her cheeks; she rubbed back against them as he lined up with her slit. He

looked at her, asking for final permission. She leaned upwards and licked his

cheek tenderly in response; and he and slowly began to enter her. He leaned his

head against hers and they shared a joined exhale of exhilaration as he hilted

himself in her hot center. She laid her head back in pleasure and he attacked

her neck with ardent kisses, ranging from her shoulders all the way up to her

lips. He paused, letting them both enjoy the feeling before he continued.

He gained a rhythm and gradually

began to increase his pace; eventually ceasing his attack of kisses as they

locked gazes once more. She was panting heavily, just as much as he was, and

her legs locked around his waist, pulling him back into her repeatedly. Her

hands gripped his shoulders tightly as she began to climax, roaring with

pleasure and ecstasy. Her contractions squeezed Jason hard and sent him

tumbling over the edge with her. Her essence squirted out and around of the

action going on between them and leaked down her tail. Jason let out a yell of

his own as he slammed into her as far as he could go and let loose his seed

into her silky depths, some being forced out by the pressure of their bond and

dribbling down her tail, making a mess of both of them. He bent down and locked

lips with her and they shared the kiss through their orgasms.

Eventually, seemingly extremely

long and too short at the same time for the two participants, their climaxes

ended and their lips parted with their owners laboring for air. They embraced,

his member still hilted inside of her, and they cuddled, wanting to share their

afterglow of contentment as well. He rolled onto his side and she curled up in

him, her head against his chest. He looked down at her and she looked up at

him.

"We're not done yet." Was all she

said and smiled as she straddled him, cock still buried deep inside of her. She

put one hand on him, and the other on the wall and proceeded to ride him into

the night.