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A Blue's Arrival By Green

The first thing I remember that morning was waking up in a bed that seemed too big, too empty. I very quickly noticed that I was alone in the large bed, and that the robes my companion had left behind were no longer puddled on the floor. I felt a cold pain in my chest as I took in the sight. "No..." I'd had plenty of one-night stands in my life, but this felt different, this one felt... important. I had hoped that what I'd felt for that woman could grow into something much more. Had that wonderful specimen of femininity really just said those things in order to use me for my body?

Before the panic and the pain could really set in, the door to the room opened, the tightness in my chest dissolving as she walked in, smiling as she saw me awake. "Good morning, sleepyhead." I hugged her tight as she sat down on the bed. "Blue god, Yajondra, you scared me for a minute there. I thought the most beautiful woman in all of Rilodell had just walked out on me." In addition to their duties running the various facets of the world, the seven gods were each associated with a type of emotion. The blue god (goddess, actually, but I find 'blue god!' works better as an exclamation) was attached to feelings of grief and sadness. Which I find strange, given that the woman I was talking to, the one I felt such a connection with after just one night, was blue from head to toe. As she held my hand, rubbing her thumb against my much softer flesh, the Dragoness extended a wing and curled it around me, the thin, leathery skin of the membrane feeling strangely comforting against my body. "I'm sorry, Jack. I didn't want to wake you; I was just out arranging our transportation. It took longer than I thought because most of the carriage drivers I spoke to had never heard of your village."

As she spoke, she tugged up her robe to scratch an itch on her knee; like most of the rest of her body, her legs were covered in thick scales the colour of the sky on a sunny day. After the stories about Dragons' impossible prowess in combat we'd all heard as children, I had expected those scales to feel like impenetrable armour, but it came out more like, well, very thick skin. She could flex and twist as easily as any mammal, though her scales were hard enough that I doubted my meagre fingernails could ever leave a mark, no matter how hard I scratched her. As I watched her casually running a stubby claw over her kneecap, I wondered if I'd even be able to sate that itch. A question for another time, I decided, placing my hand on her leg and beginning to rub gently. Despite her species being "cold-blooded", her flesh wasn't so much cold to the touch as it was cool. Granted, when you're a Human who hails from a small, all-Human farming community, meeting someone whose body is about equal with room temperature is somewhat off-putting, but I deeply enjoyed the way her body warmed up as we spent time close together... not to mention her reaction as the warmth flooded her system. As I leaned up against her, Yajondra shrugged her shoulders, causing her wings to spread slightly behind her. She had told me that this was not a gesture Dragons used, it was a 'Human thing' she'd thought was endearing. "I could probably get the local mages' guild to teleport us right to your home, but I assumed you would be uncomfortable with that." I chuckled at that, gently running my hand along her thigh, thickly muscled but still shapely. As I did this, she placed a hand on my head and began toying with my hair, a feature of my body she found as exotic as I found her scales, or her horns. "I appreciate that. I'm... not so comfortable with magic." It was true. The previous night, heading towards the inn where our fateful meeting occurred, I saw a man waving a glowing stick around, renewing the spell on a public lamppost so that it would ignite with the setting of the sun and extinguish with the morning. It was a harmless spell; even in our village, a couple of the farmers have similar devices for cheap lantern light. And yet I'd given the man a wide berth, palms sweaty, worried that if I interrupted the spell he could accidentally summon some terrible demon or something. Shaking off the memory, I nuzzled against her chest. Normally, women leaned against me that way, but then, Yajondra was about seven feet tall, so I adapted. "You know, if you'd brought me along, I could have just told the drivers where it is..." She brought her head down in line with mine, and she kissed me on the cheek. I still wasn't completely used to that long, flexible neck, but I was rapidly growing just as fond of it as of the rest of her. "Mmm, yes, but you just looked so cute I didn't want to wake you up. Don't worry, I found a driver who'd been to Basil's Crossing. He'll be here in half an hour." That was actually the first time I'd heard her say the name of my hometown out loud. Hearing words I'd been saying and hearing since I was a child coming from the lips of such a unique creature was a curiously nice experience. "Why half an hour?" "Well, for one, I need to get my things from my room at the university." Yajondra had been staying in the city's biggest school, to further her studies of the Human race. But the look in her eye as she pulled the blanket off me was anything but scholarly. "...And for another, I'm feeling a bit chilled. Maybe we should make some warmth..." I sighed happily through my nose as we kissed, placing my hand on the back of her neck and trailing my fingers through the rubbery protrusions that ran along her spine. When we broke it off, her smile had caught on to my face. "Oooh, I think that's a great idea. Wouldn't want you to catch cold on your first trip to my home. Let's get those robes off..." The reddish-brown cloth fell to the floor, and it wasn't long before we forgot all about the trip home.

Thirty minutes might have been overly optimistic. We were, ah, rather delayed before Yajondra even left to get her things. In any case, I eventually found myself walking to the pre-arranged spot where the carriage would meet us, carrying my bags. I was a little preoccupied with my new lover, wondering how long it would take her to get her own belongings from the university to the carriage, especially given that she'd been living in the city for months, while I'd only been there a few days. I wasn't sure how much she would be bringing. But really, I couldn't be that worried about it, I was still grinning like an idiot, filled with the energy of afterglow. I probably should have been paying more attention as I walked down an alley to save time, because then I might have noticed the shady-looking group of people standing near the end. Before I realized what had happened, they were blocking both the way forward and the way back.

And then the knives came out.

One of them, a thin, pockmarked man with bad teeth and a large dagger, giggled as he spoke up. "What's your hurry? Stay a while, relax a bit..." A very small part of my mind was yelling at me for living up to the 'oblivious farmer' cliché by walking right into this trap, but the rest of me was too busy being terrified to notice. "Please, don't hurt me, I - I don't have anything you want, it's all back at the inn..." "Awww, that's really unfortunate, mate. I reckon the only way to know if that's true or not would be to... Slick, you got any ideas?" The ugliest Dwarf I had ever seen, presumably Slick, grinned in an especially unsettling way. "Why don't we gut 'im, Al, see if'n 'e's got anything good on 'im? Less squirmin' that way." Acting appalled, the other man gaped theatrically at the Dwarf. "But Slick! What if he's telling the truth?" Slick winked at me. "Then we'll find 'is key, go back to 'is inn, and grab 'is stuff!" The Human, Al, rubbed his chin and nodded. "Yeah, that works for me. Sorry, mate. Hope you didn't have plans tonight!" I wanted to back away, but they were all around me. I was really starting to panic. A crowd of toughs wouldn't be much of a problem if I were, say, one of those wandering adventurers you hear so much about, but I was a small town man from a farming village, I was far out of my depth. "N-no! Don't, please! I don't want to die!" Slick snorted in amusement. "Well, friend, if'n we waited fer folk who wanted to die, we'd go 'ungry." As if that made it better, he raised his knife and began advancing on me. Images of my family and friends danced before my eyes, with the last, and strongest, image, being that of Yajondra. The fact that her face held so much importance despite my having just met her yesterday would probably have been food for thought, except of course I thought I was about to be painfully murdered. I had backed up far enough that some of the lowlifes behind me grabbed my arms and held me in place, and the Dwarf was so close I could smell his rancid stink. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth as tight as I could, hoping at the very least not to give them the satisfaction of a scream.

There was an odd WHUMPH and a muted crunch. Funny, I thought. It doesn't even hurt. I had just about realized that knives don't go 'whumph' when I heard the thugs' panicked voices.

"Black god!" "What in blazes -" I opened my eyes. Slick was very much down for the count, lying sprawled on the cobblestones, his knife lying uselessly beside him. The reason for his sudden defeat was fairly obvious. Seven feet of blue Dragon were standing directly on top of him, having literally dropped out of the sky above. Yajondra's wings were spread out to their full span, an intimidating sight even to me, and a raging inferno blazed in her yellow eyes. She turned directly towards me - no, not to me, to the two thugs holding me, who were so shocked by her arrival that they had frozen in place. "That Human belongs to me. Let him go. Now." The response came from somewhere behind her, Al, the man who'd been playing along with Slick, now running away as quickly as his legs could carry him. "Run, boys! I don't wanna mess with no Dragon!" Swearing profusely, the thugs holding me let go and ran, no consideration left for their unconscious ally. As soon as they released me, I fell to the street, dizzy, my legs feeling like jelly. The instant the thugs were around the corner and out of sight (though their panicked cries took longer to die off into the distance), Yajondra's wings collapsed to her sides and her furious look was replaced with one of deep anxiety. She stepped off of the criminal and bent over me, obviously incredibly worried, seemingly close to tears. "Jack! Did they hurt you? Are you okay? Please tell me you're okay!" I let out a grunt as she wrapped me up in a bear hug and squeezed me a little too hard for a second. "I - I'm fine, Yajondra, n-nothing happened..." Looking down at the shiny, simple knife lying on the stone, I felt queasy. "...Green god, they were going to kill me! He was going to kill me!" The green god, the Hermit, was the god of love, but he was commonly portrayed as a god of life, something I was very grateful to still possess. Both of us glanced at Slick before returning to each other. A realization was coming over me. "Yajondra... you saved my life." She grinned, despite herself. "I guess I did. Blue goddess, Jack, I was so scared, I'm a scholar, not a soldier... but I was hoping that these -" At this point she said something in Draconic, something that sounded an awful lot like skraleesh, and which I would later find out means something tremendously rude_. _ "- wouldn't know the difference." I leaned in and hugged her with all my strength, knowing it wouldn't be enough to hurt her, holding onto the Dragoness like she was all that kept me anchored to the world. "Thank you so, so much, Yajondra... I don't know about Dragon customs, but it means a lot when you've saved a Human's life." She returned the hug with her arms and her wings, and for a moment, just like the previous night, it was like we existed inside a little bubble that separated us from the rest of the universe. She leaned down to me and we kissed again, tears of fear and relief in both our eyes, before she broke it off and just looked at me, her eyes shining like the sun on a summer day. "Well, fair's fair..." She grinned at me almost sheepishly. "You mean a lot to me, too." A tear rolled out from the corner of her eye, and I moved a finger up to catch it on her cheek. I felt closer to Yajondra then than I have with a woman in a very long time. I'm not sure where that moment would have taken us if we hadn't been brought back to reality by a soft groan from the unconscious Dwarf on the stones next to us. She stood up and helped me to my feet, and we stood there awkwardly, like teenagers who'd been caught kissing by a friend. Actually, I briefly thought, I had no idea how old she was; she looked about my age, but then, they say Elves look more or less the same for centuries. I knew even less about the Dragon lifespan to venture a guess to her age. I decided to ask her later, there were more pressing things to deal with. "So I guess we turn him in to somebody?" She was asking me, as if I were an expert on Human society. I tried to sound confident as I nodded. "Yep. We need to find... a city guardsman, or something. You grab his hands, and I'll -" I trailed off as she casually bent over and tossed my would-be murderer onto her shoulder like a bag of flour. "Oh, I don't mind. Lead the way, Jack, let's drop off the garbage before we leave town, hmm?" From the twinkle in her eyes it was obvious she knew how impressed I was... and that she deeply enjoyed making me feel that way. I couldn't help but grin back as we left the alley behind.

My eyes fluttered open as my body was shaken a little, confused at the dim light and odd sounds around me, as well as the distinct smell of soil after rainfall, oddly enough. The first thing I saw as my vision focused was an increasingly familiar smiling face, though it was upside-down. "There you are. I wasn't sure whether you wanted me to wake you, but you look rather adorable in your sleep, so I thought I'd let you rest." "Yajondra...?" I sat up straight and realized she'd leaned me over onto herself; I'd been using her chest as a pillow. My mind quickly clearing, I remembered that I was on a carriage heading for my home. It wasn't exactly luxurious, the interior consisted entirely of a pair of benches facing each other, but they were padded, and comfortable enough. There was no glass in the windows set into the doors, just curtains, which were thin enough that even though they were drawn, they let in enough light to see, as well as, presumably, the smell of the fields outside. Relaxing again, I leaned back and resumed my position, something that made her smile. "You make a surprisingly good bed. Is that common to all Dragons, or is that just you?" "Mmm, I think I'll take credit for that one. But you make an excellent blanket, Jack, kept me nice and warm all this time." She leaned down with her long, sinuous neck, to give me an upside-down kiss, a most curious (and enjoyable) sensation. She also wrapped her arms around me from behind, and as much as I was more comfortable with the idea of the man being the strong, protective one in a relationship, as that's just how I was raised to understand, I had to admit I really enjoyed this sensation; with her curled around me, I felt completely and utterly safe. "Copper for your thoughts, farmer." I chuckled. "Can't tell you that." She kissed me on the cheek and smiled, and I was silently pleased to discover that I was no longer in the least bit anxious about all those sharp teeth. "Why not? Surely you're not still shy around me." "Of course not. You've seen me naked and crying in fear, what's there to be modest about? But my father taught me that the orange goddess likes to listen to people's conversations and arrange things just so, so that they regret saying certain things." Yajondra laughed aloud and slipped a hand under my shirt, gently rubbing my chest. I don't think it was flirtatious; the blue simply loved to press her hand against my warm skin. "Of course. My father taught me the same thing. Never say things like 'things couldn't possibly get worse' or 'at least it's not raining'." Specifically, I had been thinking (though not very seriously, truth be told) that if I told her how safe I felt in her arms, the carriage would suddenly be attacked by bandits. "Father also said the orange goddess has an extremely strange sense of humour." I tried to sit up in shock and look back at her, but without even trying to, she had pinned me against her. "Y-your father knows one of the seven gods?" She laughed again, this time with more energy, and kissed me on the forehead. "No, you silly man, it's part of our history. The orange goddess consulted with us on a regular basis at one time. Did you really believe my father had met an Avatar?" "Yajondra, you're a Dragon. If you told me that your father carried the sun up into the sky every morning and your mother carried the moon at night, I might believe you." She laughed even harder at that, going on for some time, clearly delighted by that mental image, and I soon joined her, our laughter echoing slightly inside the carriage.

After we had calmed down a little, Yajondra glanced down at me, grinning oddly. Before I could ask, she gently took hold of me and turned me so I was facing her, my back against the seat of the carriage, while she continued to lounge against the corner. "Yajondra?" "Mmmm, I didn't get a chance to try this last night, and I've been curious since coming to Human lands..." "Curious about wh-hey!" Ignoring my question, she opened my pants up and fished out my flaccid penis. I let out another startled cry as she casually pushed her hands under me, one underneath my buttocks, the other supporting my back, and picked me up as though I weighed nothing. Lifting me closer to her head, the Dragoness' flexible neck brought her mouth the rest of the distance to my cock, and as I watched, she wrapped her long, nimble tongue around my manhood. Although I didn't feel any danger of falling, I was quite unprepared for the pleasure I was suddenly receiving, and for a moment, my farmtown heritage made itself known in my less-than-classy reaction. "Oh, fuck!" Yajondra chuckled and released me for a moment. "Maybe later, dear. For now, I want to try this instead." Even after our tender lovemaking sessions, and the fact that the sight of them no longer scared me, I was still a little intimidated by the proximity of the sharp teeth now surrounding my penis. Fortunately, she was very careful, and I never felt so much as a scratch as she teased that tongue, which was far, far more flexible than that of any Human, over every inch of my aching flesh. I moaned and took hold of her two largest horns, as if the pleasure could literally wash me away if I wasn't holding on to something. Those horns curved backwards around her head, which was lucky, as it meant she couldn't accidentally spear me with them. As I grew more comfortable with the situation, I let my hand wander back from her horns to the smaller, softer points that sprouted from the top of her head and ran down along her neck and back. I'd quickly discovered I liked playing my fingers along the rubbery points, whose dark blue complemented the lighter colour of her scales quite nicely. It was much the way I would toy with the hair of a Human woman during a tender embrace, except that since the points were part of Yajondra's flesh, she could feel it much more directly. Above the indecent slurping noises, I heard her moan slightly, an 'mmmmm' sound, as I stroked her neck, and then she started to make that curious noise that reminded me of a cat's purr. "Heh, you like it when I rub these, don't you?" Those sparkling yellow eyes glanced up at me, the happiness I saw there more than enough to answer. At that moment, I felt a strong pulse of pleasure, and shuddered against her. "Seven gods... I thought you said that Dragons don't... don't use their mouths. How are you so... oh my... so good at this?" She pulled away to respond, exposing my penis to the cool air as she spoke, a bridge of saliva connecting the crown with her lip for just a moment. "Maybe I'm just naturally talented. Do you really want to question your good luck, Jack?" It sounded like an admonition, but the playful look in her eyes made it clear she was just kidding. I grinned down at her. "Absolutely not, milady."

Her eyes sparkled in that special way as I said that. She had told me that one of the things she liked so much about Humans is that, apparently, we're much more romantic than Dragons, though she hadn't gone into much detail except to say that, in addition to not utilizing their mouths while making love, Dragons don't do things like write love poetry or ballads about their mates. She really seemed to like it when I called her things like 'milady' or talked at length about how beautiful she was. At the moment, she rewarded me by running her impressive tongue over my entire package, the tip lovingly caressing the contours of my sac and teasing the orbs within. "Ohhhh, yes..." Suddenly I felt like talking was no longer necessary. Whimpering and groaning, on the other hand, were definitely still on the table. As hard as it is to believe, the Dragoness seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was, enjoying exploring every nook and cranny of my privates with that soft, wet tongue. The next time she caught me looking down at her, she released my manhood from that tight, hot grasp, and started licking at me lewdly, dragging the whole usable length of her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip as if my penis was a lollipop and she was a very large child, pressing hard enough that I could feel the texture of her tongue, hard enough that I throbbed against her, and a shining pearl of my arousal formed on the tip of my manhood, which she carefully avoided with the flat of her tongue, choosing to snap it up with the thin tip after she was done. I closed my eyes, moaning my approval, as she wrapped her muzzle around my length again, and lost myself in the glorious feelings she was granting to me. "Gods above, Blue, you've ruined me for other women with that tongue..." Yajondra churred at that, and began to show off, licking and teasing at my poor bewildered erection in ways no Human tongue could ever mimic. At this point, after checking to see that I was bracing myself with her horns, she moved the hand from my back down to my sac, freeing her tongue long enough to ask me to tell her if she was squeezing too hard or something. I didn't tell her that would be an automatic reaction anyway, and just nodded. As she continued suckling my manhood, she began to squeeze and knead my boys, rolling them around in her surprisingly soft palm and enjoying the unusual texture of the loose, stretchy skin of my sac.

I wasn't really paying attention to the passage of time, but inevitably, I began to feel that glorious release building up inside me, breaking my 'silence' to voice actual words for a change. "Seven gods, Yajondra... I'm - I'm going to come..." She moaned around my penis, her hands moving up to firmly grip my hips, preventing me from moving, as if for some insane reason I would want to escape that glorious mouth. As the moment of truth approached, she took her tongue and spiralled it around the whole length of my erection, clenching down tight on my flesh, running up and down my manhood, teasing each and every inch of me until I could stand it no longer, arching my back and crying out, with no regard whatsoever for whether or not the driver could hear me. My erection throbbed again and again, sending spurt after glorious spurt of my hot seed into her eager mouth. Moaning with desire, her wings fluttering slightly, Yajondra's truly incredible tongue set about squeezing and stroking my penis as I came and came, milking my erection of every last drop of my wet Human cream, which I was only too happy to give to her, as much as she wanted. When my orgasm had finished, Yajondra loudly swallowed my sperm, and gently set me down, smiling from ear to ear as she resumed her former position, and guided me back to lean against her once more. "Ohhh, Jack... it was like pure, liquid heat..." I blushed at her unashamed delight, but laughed softly at her description, and cuddled against her. The cold-blooded scholar loved the fact that my body created its own heat, something Dragons could not do. No wonder she'd been enjoying herself so much, to discover that even my seed was hot of its own accord.

She just held me close for a while, making that delightful churring sound and nuzzling my cheek, before looking up, a surprisingly Human look of embarrassment in her eyes. "Jack, I... want to kiss you, but we don't do that, so I don't know if you're okay with..." I realized she was talking about the fact that I would be able to taste myself if we were to kiss just now. I chuckled quietly and put my hand on her cheek, leaning in as I quietly reassured her. "It's fine, dear..." In reality I had never done that before, but it seemed relatively inoffensive, especially after how much she had enjoyed the taste. I pressed my lips against hers, snaking my tongue into the reptile's mouth to meet hers, dancing together among our rather different sets of teeth. I could, indeed, taste myself on her, the first time I'd ever actually tasted my own seed, but while it was an odd flavour, it was not offensive, so I didn't mind. It started out as just a slow, passionate kiss, but soon enough, we both grew more and more heated, more needy. Given what we had just finished, I didn't feel the burning need for release, but I still felt the desire to bring this gorgeous woman the kind of pleasure she'd shared with me. I turned around to lie face to face with her, to kiss her without either of us straining our necks... and so my hands could explore her body. One cut to the chase and began squeezing her breasts through her plain brown robe, and the other moved over her shoulder to one of her wings, teasing a finger along the thin, rather sensitive membrane between the curious "fingers" that lined the limbs. She made a noise like she was most amused by this, and I wondered if she was ticklish there. I trailed my other hand down her abdomen, boldly placing it between her legs and squeezing. I was surprised at the strength of her reaction, her entire body tensed up for a second and she broke off the kiss to let out a moan. Composing herself, she smiled at me sheepishly, cheeks turning a dark indigo colour as she blushed and rubbed her thighs together. "I... I'm still not used to the heat you give off..." I had determined the previous night that the more time we spent in close contact, the more my body heat warmed her up, and that she seemed to find that pleasurable in and of itself, so the fact that the actions that were heating her up were also pleasurable... well, let's just say that while I'm not bad in the sack, if I do say so myself, I'm not sure I'd ever made a woman quite that satisfied before. Grinning slyly at her without saying anything, I pushed off the seat and stood up. "Jack? What are you...?" The Dragoness trailed off as my intentions became perfectly clear, kneeling down in front of her and lifting the hem of her robe. "Oh, Jack, you don't need to-" "But I want to, Yajondra. I want to very much."

I pushed my head and hands under her robe and 'climbed' up her legs, leaving a trail of kisses as I went, which made the powerful Dragon giggle like a schoolgirl. When I found myself facing her underwear, I reached around to the back and undid the button just above the hole for her tail. The pair she had been wearing last night did not have this feature, and she simply pointed her tail downward to take it off. I was pleased to have noticed this difference as we kissed and fooled around in the morning, as it meant I could leave the robe on, given that her tail was outside the garment. I quite enjoyed the idea of being hidden from her sight as I pleasured her. Sliding it down her thighs and leaving it pooled around her ankles, I gently spread her legs as much as the robe would allow, which was more than enough room for me to make myself comfortable between them. I paused here a moment to enjoy the sight before me. Nestled between her legs, the protective scales that covered almost the entire rest of her body parted just enough to allow room for her lovely slit, with its thick lips that were just as blue as the rest of her, and already glistening with her desire. Fortunately for me, despite the radical differences elsewhere in her anatomy, here, she was basically the same as any Human woman. Reaching forward again, I slid my hands along her scales, curving around to gently cup her buttocks and give them a teasing squeeze (which required just a little bit more force than it would on Human skin), before playing once more on her love of our romantic speech. "Gods above... has this simple man ever seen such a glorious sight?" She chuckled above me and began to churr as I leaned in and gave her a long, slow lick, savouring her sweet, yet ever-so-slightly bitter flavour. She reacted immediately, groaning happily and shuddering as I teased her clitoris, dark purple with arousal, with the very tip of my tongue. "Ohhh, Jack, you're too good to me."

She shifted around in her seat and leaned back slightly, so she was in a sort of half-laying down position. This twisted her buttocks down to the bench beneath her, but gave me more access to her wondrous treasures. I was going to move my hands anyway, all the better to tease her. As I leaned back to get into a more comfortable kneeling position, I noticed that the angle of her hips now allowed me to see the Dragoness' anus, which, again, was almost exactly like that of a Human in every way but colour. For a second I grinned slyly, planning to tease her there with a finger as I tongued her feminine depths, but hesitated. I still didn't know much about Dragon culture, but from what I did know, sex seemed to be much more straightforward, none of the curious and giddy experimentation so popular with my people. She'd probably never done anything 'fun' with that part of her body, and I wasn't sure how she'd react if I just sprang it on her as a surprise (even if she had done exactly the same thing to me the previous night). Probably for the best if I leave well enough alone and save that for another time. Pushing all these delaying thoughts aside, I finally leaned in and nuzzled against her, pressing my tongue between her lips to explore her slick depths. It was still an odd feeling to me that her love tunnel wasn't much warmer than the rest of her body, but the more time I spent playing with her, the warmer her body became, so I just ignored it, knowing that soon she'd be as red hot inside as any other woman I'd ever been with.

Moving my hands to either side of her slit, I gently spread her lips, to better allow my tongue to reach deeper into her. The fabric of the robe above me pressed down suddenly; her hands pushing down to cradle my head as I licked and teased at her inner walls. Encouraged, I pulled back out for a second and slowly dragged my entire tongue across her clitoris, eliciting a lovely moan from my reptilian lover. Moving a hand slightly higher so I could poke and tease at the sensitive nub with a finger, I returned my tongue to that wonderful tunnel of flesh, exploring the texture of her walls with my tongue, revelling in her taste. I was distracted from trying to lick up as much of her juice as I could from an odd, repetitive thwack somewhere outside of the lovely little world inside Yajondra's robes. Pulling back out to playfully tease her, kissing her sodden lips the way you would kiss the cheek of a close relative, I idly wondered whether something was wrong with the wheels of the carriage. As I returned my tongue to its work in her warming depths, the corners of my mouth turned up slightly. If there was a problem with the carriage, it would just give the two of us more time to explore each others' bodies while it was fixed. This was becoming a much better day than its beginning had implied. Then, however, I squeezed her love button between thumb and forefinger, and the THWACK was much, much louder, just as the muscles in her shapely rear all tensed up, which lead me to realize it wasn't the sound of the wagon, it was the sound of Yajondra's tail slapping against the floorboards as I got her more and more worked up. Looks like I was doing something right. It was about this point that my gorgeous Dragoness began to give me advice, feeling the pleasure beginning to boil up inside her, wanting to help me make it perfect for her. As she whispered to me, her toes repeatedly curled and uncurled behind me, clenching against the material of my pant legs. "Ohh... ahhh... gods above, farmer, that hot tongue of yours - wait, Jack, go back a bit, to the left... yes! Right there! By the gods, d-don't stop..." As I relentlessly rubbed back and forth across the spot on her inner walls she had directed me to, she groaned out loud and started muttering to herself in Draconic. I had absolutely no idea what she was saying, but I didn't need to understand the language to hear the arousal in her voice, the increasingly desperate need for release as I traced just between her inner and outer lips with a finger, leaving her throbbing clitoris alone for a moment as I continued trying to reach new depths in her flavourful folds. She was getting awfully warm by now, and the hands on the back of my head tightened their hold ever so slightly, pressing slightly harder, pushing my mouth against her drooling slit. By now, she was at a loss for words, being overwhelmed by the pleasure and the heat, reduced to whimpering in pleasure almost non-stop, breaking only once, to gasp something that sounded like 'tai valeeka!', grinding her sex into my face as she did so. Deeply encouraged, even if I had no idea what it meant, I pulled my tongue out of her quickly to pay special attention to her clitoris, ever-so-gently squeezing it between my front teeth before flicking it with my tongue, my fingers returning to take their place as I returned my mouth to her opening. I could feel her entire body twitching and writhing around me, feel her vagina clenching down on my tongue, and it was obvious she was quickly approaching the bliss I'd been working so diligently to bring her. "Oh, Jack, please... please don't stop... I'm - ahh! - I'm s-so very, very close..." She was cradling my head with her hands, as if she really were afraid I would leave her unsatisfied. In response, I redoubled my efforts, licking and stroking and teasing everywhere I could think to, my face now fairly soaked in her fluids. She groaned, stiffening from head to toe, and as she passed the point of no return, she shuddered from head to toe, crying out into our relative privacy. Even as I focused on her nethers, determined to bring as much bliss as I could to her twitching, squeezing tunnel and the love button above (which was throbbing now in time with her heartbeat), I couldn't help notice a very odd sound, a kind of crackling, chiming noise I couldn't quite place, out in the meaningless world beyond the confines of this robe. I ignored it, and helped my lo- uh, my new friend, ride my tongue all the way to ecstasy.

Eventually, she pushed me away, her lovely parts having become too sensitive. "Th-that's enough, Jack... ohhh..." She chuckled, a strong sound that vibrated within her. "Ah, my handsome smoothskin, if only you could teach this to the Dragon men, you would always be considered a hero to my people... What are you doing?" What I was doing was gently wiping down the scales on her thighs and pelvis with a handkerchief. Honestly, I'm not much of a fancy dress man normally, but I'd been encouraged to wear a handkerchief whenever I went to the Capital, so there happened to be one in my pocket today. "Just doing a bit of cleaning, Yajondra, you were quite generous with your sweet nectar, and I'm afraid I couldn't catch all of it. We wouldn't want it soaking into your clothes, the other women might be jealous." She laughed once, a quick bark in the quiet air. "Handsome, charming, thoughtful, and you can make me come hard enough to see spots. I might have to keep you, Human." I grinned unseen as I tugged her underwear carefully back into place, before ducking out and entering the world again, greeted first by the face of a slightly dishevelled, somewhat tired, and very satisfied looking Dragoness smiling at me. Pausing only to stretch out my back as I stood up, I quickly joined her on the bench seat once more, holding her tight, enjoying the warmth I had given her. "I think I would thoroughly enjoy that, my dear. You know, if a Human woman was this warm, we would worry she had a fever." She stretched out a wing and wrapped it around me. "Mmmmm, isn't it glorious? Green god, I wish I could stay like this forever... I'm, I'm, uh... gods above, I'm so warm, it's distracting, I just want to revel in it!" I caught her attention by placing a finger at her chin and turning her head to face mine. "You're welcome, beautiful." She laughed and churred at the same time, which made me grin even as it confused me, wondering how exactly she made that sound. Before I could take things further, something caught my eye. Almost directly above my head, on the ceiling of the cabin, was, of all things, a small, thick patch of ice, complete with icicles hanging down, ignoring the temperate season around us. "...Yajondra? How did that get there?" In a most Human gesture, she held a hand to her face and giggled. "I'm sorry, Jack, but when I - when you finished me off, I - I tried to hold it in, but when I was crying out like that, I just..." "I'm, uh, sorry to embarrass you, Blue, but I don't actually know what you're talking about." For once she looked slightly cross with me. "If I didn't know that you were clueless about my people, I would think you were teasing me, Jack. It's - it's my frost breath." I clued in at that point, if indirectly. "You mean Dragons can breathe things that aren't fire?" "No, you silly smoothskin, I can't breathe fire. It's frost, or it's air. And it's considered very embarrassing to lose control of it like that because you're drunk or tired... if anyone found out I did it because I came too hard, I would never live it down." "But -" She sighed, apparently anticipating my question. "It's because I'm from the blue flight, farmer. Reds breathe fire, and they're the ones who interact with Humans most often. The other flights have similar gifts, but at the moment, I'm less interested in lecturing about Dragons... and more interested in you." "Now that, I can get behind." I leaned in to kiss her, but no sooner had her tongue touched mine when she leaned back and laughed in surprise, blushing again. "Ahh! I can - I can taste myself on you!" She had just previously been worried I wouldn't want to kiss her after she pleasured me for exactly that reason, but given what had happened between then and now, I was willing to cut her some slack. "Ha ha, sorry about that, Blue, I didn't think -" "No, I was just surprised, it's okay. Maybe it's just the temperature talking... but I find something about the idea just..." She trailed off, but the lusty look in her eyes meant I got the idea. We kissed, and her eager, flexible tongue teased and stroked along mine, which was a little tired after its recent workout, and the Dragoness shivered as she sampled her own flavour second-hand. I felt a hand on my stomach, and broke off the kiss for just a second, just long enough to see that she was making a beeline for my pants, and threw myself back into the embrace, groaning quietly as I felt her long, slender fingers wrap around my flesh, eager and aching once more, without even freeing it from my clothes first. In return, I pushed a hand between two of the buttons on her robe and squeezed one of her breasts, thanking my lucky stars that I had been in the right inn at the right time last night. Which brought something to the front of my mind, something that made me nervous when I thought about it. I gently ended the kiss but just stayed in her arms, looking right into her eyes. That made it easier. "Yajondra... I've never met anyone like you. I'm from such a, a humble place, but you hang on my every word when I talk about it like it's a magical kingdom from a child's fable. I feel better when you're around. I barely know you, but every time we talk... I feel like I would give up everything I have to get to know you." I swallowed, heart pounding in my chest. "It sounds insane, I would never believe it could happen in a day and a night, but... by the green god, Yajondra, I think I-"

Both of us jumped as I was interrupted by the sound of a man clearing his throat. Although the voice was disembodied (which was a very clever word she'd taught me that meant 'not attached to a body you can see'), you could hear the grin on the driver's face as he ruined my moment. "Sorry to interrupt you two, but, ah, we're going to be arriving at Basil's Crossing in about five minutes, so if you're up to, er, anything that you wouldn't want the townsfolk to see... or hear... you might want to make it quick." Now both of us were blushing, imagining him listening to us in the throes of passion, belatedly wishing we'd been quiet after all. Sighing, I sat up, and moved down the bench, away from her. "What's wrong, Jack?" "I've got a hard-on, that's what, and not enough time to do anything about it. Need to think about less pleasant things until we arrive." "Is that why you're sitting over there now?" "Well yeah, but if I stay over there, you might still be warm when we arrive, and you act a little... funny... when you're heated up." I tried not to imagine her ripping my clothes asunder and taking me in the middle of town, with all the people I knew staring in awe and jealousy. Not just because it would destroy my reputation, though that had something to do with it. No, mainly it was just because imagining having sex with this glorious woman anywhere would make it impossible to get soft before we arrived.

Soon enough, the carriage came to a halt, and I pushed the curtain aside, opened the door, and stepped out onto the stair on the side of the vehicle, blinking in the sunlight until my eyes adjusted and let me take in the sight of the few humble shops that made up the 'business district' of Basil's Crossing. Quite a few people had gathered to greet me, which wasn't that much of a surprise. I knew just about everyone in town personally, and even the ones I wasn't friends with were always interested in seeing the wares I brought back from the city. A tall, lanky man with a somewhat ill-advised pair of mutton chops adorning his face stepped forward to help me down. "Cousin Jack! It's good to see you! How was the Capital?" "Thank you, cousin Cedric, it's good to be home. And the Capital was beautiful, as always. Gets bigger every year, I swear. Tell me... How's Bart doing?" It sounded casual, but that was a rather pointed question, and my cousin frowned ever-so-slightly, for reasons I will explain later. "I'm sure he's just fine." As I shook a few peoples' hands and said my hellos, a little boy stepped forward, the spitting image of my brother Thomas at that age, minus the dappling of freckles he'd received from his lovely mother. "Hiya, Uncle Jack! Welcome back! Mom and Dad wanted to be here, but Dad's leg is still healing, and Mom needed to take care of a sick horse." I bent down to give the boy a hug. I know it's a cliché (a writer's term which was about the most complex word I knew before I met Yajondra), but I could have sworn he was about half a foot shorter when I left. "Thanks, Rory, I'm glad you came to greet me. Tell your mother I hope the big animal gets better soon. The horse, too." He giggled as I winked at him. I could tell he was struggling with the effort not to ask if I'd gotten him anything, and I was about to take the weight off his shoulders and tell him I would slip him a present later, but then the door behind me moved again, which surprised the people gathered to meet me.

But not as much as what happened next.

Yajondra, bent over forward to keep her horns from catching on the doorframe, stepped out from inside the carriage, carrying her personal bag by the strap instead of wearing it over her shoulder. The reason for this became clear when she straightened up, and stretched out her arms and neck fully, and even, to my slight embarrassment, spreading her wings to their fullest for a moment, letting out a satisfied sigh as she did so. "Ahhh, that's much better. I get so cramped inside Human carriages. So, this is Basil's Crossing. How lovely!" She didn't seem to notice that literally every person in sight was staring at her, widemouthed. A dull thud sounded off to the side as Daryl the wood-carver dropped a crate full of rough, unfinished bowls he was carrying to his shop. He didn't even seem to notice, just stood there staring, slack-jawed at the unexpected sight. Everyone in the crowd around me stepped back, giving a wide berth to the Dragoness emerging from the carriage. Everyone, that is, except six-year-old Evey Little, the daughter of a friend of mine, who actually ran away with a cry of fear. I helped Yajondra down to the ground as she folded up her wings and slung her bag over a shoulder, smiling brightly at the astonished people around me as if she didn't see the shock in their eyes. Cedric was the first person to break the silence, the tension in his voice standing out plainly. "Well, cousin, you didn't say you were bringing a guest with you... tell me, who is this... person?" Either not noticing or ignoring the tense feeling in the air, she bowed her head slightly and smiled at him. "I am Yajondraniirkelkenahjrah of Clan Trel, from the Blue Dragonflight. I am most pleased to make your acquaintance, mister...?" She extended a hand, and for a moment, he just stared at it. I honestly wasn't sure whether or not he was going to snub her until he finally reached forward and somewhat gingerly shook her hand. "...Cedric. Cedric Dullan. I'm your, uh, friend Jack's cousin, miss Ya... Ya..." "Oh don't worry, Humans always seem to have trouble with Draconic names, so I shorten it down to 'Yajondra' for your convenience." "Oh yes, that's very convenient." This time she did seem to pick up on the sarcasm, so I stepped in before Cedric said something stupid. "Oh, uh, Cedric here is the town baker, Yajondra. His cherry pies are unmatched from here to the Capital!" "Ah! That must be what I can smell in the air! I look forward to sampling your wares, mister Dullan." He looked rather falsely apologetic. "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't make any meat products." I spoke up again, wondering if I'd made a mistake somewhere along the way. "Dragons aren't carnivores, Cedric, even you should know that." He looked as if he were about to speak up, but then a small, worried face peeked out from behind him, and Yajondra directed her attention there instead. "Oh, and who's this?" I reached around and somewhat forcefully pulled the boy into the open, grateful for anything that would prevent Yajondra and Cedric having an extended conversation. "This, my dear, is my nephew, Rory. My brother Thomas' boy. Say hello, Rory." He whimpered quietly as she bent down and leaned in close, but to his credit, he still stuck out a slightly shaking hand, his mother having taught him well. "H-hello, m-miss Yajonda. Nice to m-meet you. P-please don't eat me." She laughed softly at that, and smiled at him (though thankfully not widely enough that he could see how sharp her teeth really were). "Oh, heavens no, I would never eat a Human! Your people taste awful." That caused a few whispers in the crowd, but Rory grinned slightly. She winked at him and shook his hand. "It's Yajon_dra_, hatchling. My full name means 'strength of the winter wind'." By now he seemed genuinely relaxed, and even excited by that. "Cool! Uh, I don't know what my name means, but I could ask my Mom! She's the town veter- veter- uh, animal doctor." "Oh my, that's a very important job! I would enjoy meeting her, too. But Jack, where exactly are we going? It's been a long trip, after all." Suddenly seeing an out of this potentially unpleasant situation, I gestured behind the crowd, to the small, unassuming stone-and-wood building they had all waited in front of. "We're going right here, Yajondra! This is the town's general store, and I'm the owner. That's why I went to the Capital after all, making arrangements for shipments and deliveries, remember?" She looked at the wooden sign swinging gently in the breeze and furrowed her scaly brow. "'Middens'?" "Uh, yeah. 'Midden's'. That's my name, remember? Jackson Midden?" "Oh, I'm sorry, Dragons don't have surnames, so I guess I forgot." "Well, the cargo boys seem ready to bring the goods inside, so let's, uh, go help them with that." Starting to blush now, I placed a hand on her shoulder and walked up to the door with her, ignoring the continued stares and whispers behind us as I unlocked the door. As it closed behind us I let out a sigh of relief. I had been so infatuated with Yajondra and how much she would love the town that I had completely neglected to think about how the town would react to her.

"I'm sorry, Yajondra, they're really very nice people when they're not gawking at strangers..." She chuckled and waved dismissively. "You think they didn't stare in the Capital? Relax, Jack, this isn't going to make me think of you as a - oh, what was that word the professor used... 'hillbilly'. I am a little disappointed that you're not actually a farmer, though, I like that nickname." I shrugged. "Well, someone's got to arrange to sell the crops we grow, might as well be me. What do you think?" She looked around at the shelves and tables, displaying the humble (there's that word again) wares that represented my livelihood. "I like it. It's very rustic, very Human. The wood carvings on the support beams are beautiful." She was studying a carving directly above the door, a crudely depicted, fierce looking Dragon, all fangs and claws. "My great-great-grandfather carved those after he opened the store in the first place. He, ah, had never actually seen a Dragon, or I assume it would be much more beautiful." She said nothing but the grin on her face told me my compliment had been appreciated. "It was actually called 'the Blazing Dragon' back then, but one of his sons wanted to use the name for the town pub, so they just call the place after whoever owns it these days." Silence fell, aside from the heavy steps of the workers who'd been waiting for us carrying the new shipments around to the back storage room and leaving them for me to deal with later. Yajondra broke this silence, speaking softly and without looking. "Jack... you weren't embarrassed by me out there, were you?" "No! Never! I was embarrassed for you, all those people staring and whispering, and Cedric giving you the evil eye... if you - if you wanted to leave, Blue, I would understand. The carriage is going back to the Capital in the morning..." She walked over and gave me a hug. "Of course I don't want to leave, Jack. If there's ever going to be a day when the smooth-skinned races don't stare at Dragons like we're some kind of oddity, it will be because of Dragons like me going out and living among you. What kind of example would I be setting if I fled back home because of a little awkwardness?" I squeezed her tight, silently but incredibly relieved that she was staying. "Thank you." She just held me close and enjoyed my warmth for a second. "Mmmm. My pleasure." We stayed like that for a few minutes, then broke off the hug, our hands sliding down each other's arms and into a loose grip of each other's fingers. "Tell you what, it's only an hour or so until the usual closing time anyway, so let's get everything put away where it's supposed to go, and I'll give you the grand tour of Basil's Crossing." "I like that idea. But there was something I wanted to do first." "And what's that?" She started leaning in, her eyes narrowed and playful. "Ohhhh, right." And so we put off finishing the job to make out in the store like a pair of teenagers, and let me tell you, necking becomes so much more entertaining when the other person has a prehensile neck. As Yajondra extended her wings around us to create her bubble of privacy, all thought of the tour slipped from my mind. Yes sir, it was good to be home.