A Foursome Unforseen
Author's note: The characters in this story are entirely fictional. All names and locations are assumed to be non-existent, and do not represent actual places, or persons.
While driving on a Saturday afternoon on a densely wooded, remote mountaintop, Thomas Schwartzmann and Grace Mojomick, two enrollees in the graduate studies program at Jaager College in West Palm Beach, having followed the oscillating path of a single lane of dirt and gravel and mud for more than fifteen miles, stopped in Thomas' Subaru SUV in order to take a picture of a massive artic bull moose that had wandered into the middle of the road. The enormous, majestic animal stood directly in their path, flaring its nostrils towards them as their cameras snapped repeatedly, and then all of a sudden the creature became spooked by something and took off downhill into the woods on the left-hand side of the road. They heard the beast crashing through the underbrush for several moments, and then all of a sudden his movements stopped, and they heard a tremendous, distant thump come from the direction of the moose's charge, which brought an end to every other sound within a twenty mile radius of where they had parked on the isolated mountain road.
A moment later Thomas and Grace bore witness to an inexplicable event: from the woods on the right-hand side of the road a small landslide was trickling down from someplace further up the mountain, spilling over the side of a short cliff and landing on the road fifty paces from where they stood. Among the debris that came sliding down the mountainside was a large, dark object, which came sliding down like a platter and landed on the road in front of them with a heavy thunk.
The fallen object was the horn of another moose, torn off the side of its skull. It lay near the side of the road, rocking gently, and afterwards it grew still. Nothing moved in the surrounding woods.
Startled, Thomas and Grace stared up the mountain for a time, but they never saw anything that might have caused the disturbance, nor were they able to explain what they had just witnessed. After casting several uncertain glances toward the horn that had fallen from above, the two students got back into the car and sped away up the mountain road.
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After cresting the ridge of the mountain they began their descent, and after a time they arrived at the base of a wooded slope which bordered on the valley. They located the trailhead, which stood at the edge of a sparsely wooded floodplain carpeted with long, waving stalks of blue sedge-grass. Thomas parked his car, while Grace removed both her and Thomas' red backpacks from behind the backseat of the car and quickly donned her own pack, shifting its weight to a comfortable position on her back.
"So where to this time?" she asked Thomas. "Do you want to stay at that place a mile from the river; the same place as before, with that huge, flat stone in the ground, so in case it rains we just set the tent on top of it..."
"We could do that, or... I was thinking, hike down to the river first, and then once we're there, you and I go for a swim together, you know, the way we discussed. And then go set up camp."
Grace lifted both eyebrows, while an amused, pleasant smile formed on her lips. "Discussed? When was this discussed? If it was mentioned one time at all, it would've been that time we were at the bar and--"
"You were the one that brought it up," he challenged.
"Yeah, and you were piss-drunk," she laughed. "And I'd had one shot."
Thomas snorted in disbelief. "I'll race you there," he suggested. "If I lose I have to swim with you, as punishment."
She smiled at him. "Race me there, and then go for a swim--you?" She laughed. "You'll be snoring before you've even taken your clothes all the way off."
"You're on."
The conversation continued as they began their trek across the floodplain toward the banks of the distant, winding river, while the sun sank toward the horizon. Violet air enshrouded the mountain peaks as dusk transitioned gradually into night, and they soon reached the river just as the last rays of sunlight were fading from the heavens. Soon the sky was velvet black and flecked with stars, and Thomas, having lost the race to Grace, went for a swim with her underneath the stars as promised, and sex in the cold mountain stream was, they decided, an outstanding time, but it did not sound nearly as outstanding as two bodies, fresh from swimming in a frigid river, wrestling one another in the depths of a warm, dry sleeping bag.
After drying themselves and stooping to enter the tent, Thomas and Grace lay down next to one another, and Thomas zipped the sleeping bag up over their heads. They began to stroke one another, until his cock stood straight out and her wet clitoral opening yearned for penetration. He fucked her vigorously and made her cum twice in succession, and in the midst of the third act, a noise from outside of the door to the small, two-person tent brought all their coital activities to a simultaneous halt.
It had been a deep, bestial growl. It had come from right outside the tent.
"Bears," Grace whispered, affrighted.
"Hsst!" Thomas warned.
They were still fully inside the sleeping bag and could see nothing at all. Slowly Thomas shifted beside her, moving to thrust his head out of the sleeping bag in order to view what was outside the tent. But before his head could emerge from the top, the paws of something huge with a grip like iron seized them both by the ankles and dragged them out of the tent, still inside the sleeping bag, while at the same time something pulled the drawstring at the top of the bag closed, trapping them both inside.
Thereafter, they were dragged screaming across the open plain at an incredible rate of speed. Presently they became aware that they were no longer being dragged along the ground; nothing but empty air rushed beneath them. They were either falling or flying, they could not decide which, and then all of a sudden their flight ended with a terrific jolt, one that set the sleeping bag to bouncing and swinging. Thomas and Grace now felt that they were suspended above the ground somewhere, perhaps hanging from the branch of a tree. They were both squashed together at the bottom of the sleeping bag, and were both in a state of terrible discomfort in addition to being scared to death.
Very slowly, Thomas attempted to lift Grace into a standing position, allowing her to use his painfully folded legs as a surface on which to stand. They worked together in complete darkness, scarcely capable of movement in the confines of the sleeping bag.
Then the darkness was suddenly lifted from their activities, and Thomas and Grace both turned their eyes heavenward to see the bag's drawstring loosening and the top of the sleeping bag opening like an expanding iris. Blind, unreasoning terror consumed them in that moment, when they discerned the shape of their captor.
It was impossible. What they saw could not be real.
Silhouetted against a background of starlit sky and black tree branches they discerned the head of something large, long-snouted, and snakelike in appearance that bore a tall pair of sharp horns upon its skull. The creature glared down into the sleeping bag with nightmarish yellow eyes that resembled the eyes of a python magnified many times, while its leering, saurian jaws displayed rows of sharp, cruelly curved teeth, each one longer than Thomas' thumb. Its head alone was as large as a human being's torso, and the creature looked as though it would have had no difficulty devouring the both of them whole.
To their growing horror, the top of the sleeping bag was drawn closed, and they were both thrown into the air. They sailed through empty space for two seconds before landing abruptly in the arms of something that engirded both their bodies at once with a grip as rigid and unyielding as some species of hardwood come to life.
The lunatic notion that the trees had somehow come to life like something out of a Sam Raimi film occurred to them very briefly, and then their ankles were pulled skyward, the sleeping bag was upended, and they were both dumped onto a field of soft grass in an open clearing of some sort. They lay on the ground panting, terrified out of their wits, for they now saw in its entirety that which they had previously glimpsed only for an instant.
The creature that squatted on its haunches in front of them was clearly reptilian, and quadrupedal. It was no more than twelve feet in length, and it bore a huge pair of membranous, chiropteran wings on its back with a span of twenty-five feet or more. The primary color of its hide was dark olive green, the sole exception to this being its pallid underbelly, which appeared gray beneath the starlight, and which extended from the underside of the animal's long jaws to the end of its serpentine tail. Its underbelly was corrugated with many long, narrow escutcheons of smooth, flexible scale, like the scales on a snake's belly, only this creature moved in a manner that was altogether different, prowling close to the ground with lithe, measured steps of its clawed feet.
At that moment, another creature of similar appearance descended out of the sky with a loud clapping of wings and landed in front of them, and neither Thomas nor Grace could suppress a scream of terror when it arrived.
No more of the creatures arrived to join the first two, but the two that had come continued to stare hungrily at the man and the woman they had captured. Thomas and Grace could only stare back in mounting horror, for a feeling had grown inside them, and its source, strangely enough, seemed to be the creatures' snakelike underbellies with their long escutcheons of scale. For some reason it was this aspect of their alien physiognomy that instantly set the alarm bells inside the two students' heads to ringing, compelling them to repeat the same silent proclamation over and over, with disbelief every time, and yet never once without the all-consuming terror that comes of knowing something with absolute certainty: DRAGON... DRAGON... DRAGON...
Two dragons stood in front of them, less than ten yards from where they lay. The creatures would not stop staring at them.
Grace began to weep. She and Thomas were about to be killed. She held Thomas in her arms as he held her and whispered to her, "Don't look. I love you."
All of a sudden she was torn out of his arms. She landed on the soft grass, and a moment later something cast its shadow over her. In the distance, she was dimly aware that one of the creatures was on top of Thomas, moving its pelvic region up and down on top of him with sea-serpentine undulations, rapidly stroking and squeezing his penis in between its scaly loins and Thomas' own pelvic region. All of a sudden, the voracious beast bit him on the groin, or so it appeared to her at first, then she noticed it licking his cock and balls with its long, black tongue in order to keep him hard.
Grace was given only a moment in which to comprehend what she was seeing, and then the other huge creature turned her over on her back, spread its huge wings and straddled her. This one was male, she observed, with a long, erect member, crimson in color, distending from a slit directly underneath the scales of his lower abdomen.
The androdragon promptly entered her. She felt the creature squeeze his giant sex inside her, expanding the walls of her vagina in order to fit inside, and yet the size of it was the cause of a less than excruciating discomfort. There was, however, no question that Grace was completely under the huge beast's control as his lower parts began to undulate up and down on top of her. The androdragon kept his forelimbs firmly on the ground, his claws resting on her shoulders, and lifted his head high, while his cold, citrine eyes surveyed the horizon in every direction, as though looking to make certain that she and Thomas were indeed the only human presence in the entire valley.
Then, pressing against her rather gently at first, the creature began to fuck her with the same sea-serpentine up and down undulations she had seen the other creature performing, gradually increasing his speed and force as she adopted her rhythm to what her violator was doing. At first Grace had begun doing this in order to minimize the discomfort caused by the large beast's violation, but she soon came to realize that the creature was doing more than simply forcing itself on her; it was repeating the same movement over and over in order to bring her more swiftly to orgasm.
Turning her head, Grace saw that the same had befallen Thomas. The creature on top of him was clearly female, and she observed how her lover's cock thrust in and out of the gynodragon's vaginal opening, seemingly of his own free will, while rivers of clear, viscous fluid oozed from out of the creature's sex and traveled down the shaft of his penis. Thomas moaned with pleasure as he continued to submit to the dragoness' lustful advances.
Grace's own arousal was fast approaching its peak. The dragon would not cease forcing himself upon her, and her attempts to keep her breasts from being slapped and battered by the animal's powerful undulations only served to arouse her more, as she felt her palms pressing against the cool, smooth scales of his underbelly, feeling their muscular expansion and contraction, in perfect time with the huge cock sliding in and out of her.
The dragon lowered his head and clasped her throat between his jaws, breathing in deep, rasping breaths as he continued to thrust himself into her. A warm, gamy stench of rancid meat filled her nostrils as the beast's jaws surrounded her neck and lower jaw, and he huffed and growled and licked her throat with steadily increasing ardor. She soon forgot all about the rancid smell as the creature proceeded to bring her to the point of climax, and beyond, and continue to fuck her after she climaxed, again and again and again, until she let loose a shriek of pure, primal delight as multiple, near-simultaneous detonations of pure pleasure shuddered through her loins, one after the other after the other. Pleasure burned inside her body from her lower abdomen to her loins, where it burned hottest, to her upper thighs where everything tingled. In the end, a huge orgasm, arriving after all the rest, sent her soaring through realms of sensual pleasure beyond anything she had ever known in her life, and in the same moment the androdragon's ejaculation occurred inside of her, pumping her full of his warm, ropy seminal fluids and soaking her genitals. Grace experienced the ultimate in pleasure, and as she lay on the soft grass underneath the creature, her entire body aglow with sensation, she felt instantaneous relief as the dragon slid his huge member out of her at last and lifted his foreparts off of her.
The next moment she felt globs of warm, sticky fluid land on her collarbone and breasts. More of the fluid spattered her stomach as the creature continued to cum on her. A moment later the odor of his seminal fluid reached her nostrils, causing her to cough and choke; its sour, penetrating tang possessed an intensity that reminded her of English stilton or some other class of strong cheese, mixed in with the odors of fish and rank dogwood blossoms in full flower.
Grace lay inert, feeling the viscous fluids sliding down the surface of her breasts, her whole body shuddering in the echoes of her last climax. She was dimly aware that Thomas was shouting in climax several feet away from where she lay, thrashing his limbs underneath the undulating gynodragon as he shot his load into her sex. The dragoness had fitted her fang-lined jaws firmly around Thomas' throat while she had been fucking him, but now she released him from where he lay.
Thomas scrambled backwards frantically in order to escape the presence of the fiercely grinning creature in front of him, a creature that had--unbelievably--just finished sexually violating him, not to mention its mate, which had just finished raping his girlfriend. In a moment he had reached Grace's side, and once more they held one another close and cowered, fearing what was to come next.
The two dragons still would not stop staring at them.
Grace was petrified. Thomas quickly seized a fallen branch from the grass next to his ankle and brandished it in the direction of the two creatures.
"Go away!" he shouted, waving the stick. "Leave us alone!"
"You're not being asked to talk," the androdragon replied, disclosing all his fangs in what appeared to be a smile of amusement.
Thomas' and Grace's jaws both fell open at once, and they stared in shock as the two creatures continued to talk to them in speech that they could understand, in spite of it being composed primarily of snakelike hisses and deep, growling vocalizations that never could have come from the throat of a human being.
The gynodragon spoke to them next, "We brought you here for another reason, to show you--what is the phrase you creatures love to use? A good time...."
"A good time," the androdragon echoed ominously, "which means that everyone must be given the chance to introduce themselves to everyone else."
The gynodragon grinned. "This whole affair of trading partners was my idea, so I will begin." Without further comment, the winged dragoness leapt high into the air and landed at Grace's side, instantly encircling her waist in her huge fore-claws and holding Grace's naked backside against the cool, smooth scales of her belly. Grace felt something begin to stroke her clitoral area and looked down to see the creature's fore-claw reaching over her right shoulder, down past her breasts and her stomach to her genitals, where the claw-tipped digit corresponding to the index finger masturbated her gently without once digging its sharp nail into her skin. At the same time, Grace discerned, the panting gynodragon was using the middle digit of the same claw to stimulate her own arousal.
Seeing the big androdragon eyeing him lustfully, Thomas swallowed and began to tremble at the knees. "Oh, no fucking way," he whispered, terrified. "You have got to be fucking kidding." He yelped as the slender tip of the creature's prehensile tail seized him by the ankle and drew him closer, while the fore-claw of his female counterpart pushed him steadily towards her mate.
Suddenly the androdragon lay back on his spine and stretched out his body to its full length, spreading his hind legs so that his long, rigid member was sticking straight up. Thomas struggled and shouted as he tried to escape.
Then the creature addressed him again in its voice of hisses and growls, "Fuck me, human. I want you to fuck me. I want you to punish me. Hurt me--now!" The last word to emerge was less speech than it was angry, bestial snarl, compelling Thomas to locate the creature's anus at once and hastily begin pounding the inside of the slimy rectal opening with repeated thrusts of his cock, while underneath him the androdragon writhed on the ground in the manner of a serpent, snapping his jaws and appearing to be in the throes of ecstasy. He lifted his foreparts toward Thomas and brushed his smooth, scaly underside against the skin of Thomas' abdomen, while at the same time sliding the slender length of his tail back and forth along the crack of Thomas' ass.
While he was sodomizing the androdragon, the creature's huge, crimson member remained erect underneath his chin, reaching the height of his collarbone every time it moved, and Thomas was unable to prevent the object from resting against his chest as it slid inexorably up and down his slime-besmeared torso. The male dragon's sex felt like a long, thick iron rod encased in a layer of slimy rubber, which Thomas seized and held against his chest a number of times as he continued to fuck the creature in the ass.
Sensing that he was about to loose another load of cum, Thomas began to thrust his member into the creature with increased vigor, while one of the androdragon's fore-claws found its way down to his leg and encircled his upper thigh in a scaly grip. As he was climaxing, Thomas relinquished his grasp on the creature's huge member and let it release its viscous load all over his face, his chest, his stomach. He smeared the substance all over his torso as he continued to climax, relishing it for its warmth and sliminess, while the androdragon groaned and squirmed underneath him, slithering in a fit of overwhelming pleasure while he unloaded the rest of his semen onto Thomas' chest.
"Now I want to clean the three of you," the gynodragon declared in earnest. "All of you stand together."
The big androdragon seized both Thomas and Grace and held them against his body, while his mate approached the trio and began to clean their nether parts with her long, slippery black tongue, starting with their feet and traveling up their legs into their genital areas, where it lingered, cleaning every inch of Grace's person, inside and out, licking Thomas almost entirely clean, and finally lowering her head toward her mate's erection, encircling its head with her tongue, and then cleaning the scales of his belly until the androdragon's hide glistened from her saliva.
Presently the gynodragon turned to fellating her recumbent mate. The male dragon lay back and groaned loudly as he upheld Thomas and Grace over his loins and then pressed the two of them against one another, positioning them so that the sexually conjoined pair lay on their right and left sides, respectively, fucking one another directly over top of the place where the male dragon's member phallus slid in and out of his mate's mouth.
When Thomas and Grace turned to view their own copulation, they saw directly beneath the place where Thomas thrust his manhood into her the copulative act of another male and female of a much larger species of creature. A huge, moving piston of slimy, rubber-encased iron plunged in and out of the large, mucilaginous slit directly underneath where the pair of them fucked one another.
It took them several moments to comprehend what was happening, until at last Thomas and Grace felt the huge, rigid member sliding back and forth over their thighs suddenly halt its activities, and they felt a great shudder course through the dragon's erect phallus, which caused the both of them to cum simultaneously as they felt the enormous load rush through the creature's member, past their trembling legs, and a moment later everything below Thomas and Grace's waists was awash in the creatures' slimy secretions. They experienced one orgasm after another as the fluids soaked their loins and ran down their legs. They moaned with pleasure as the two slimy, smooth-scaled creatures pressed them together in between their long underbellies, while continuing to unleash their volumes of cum onto one another, as well as onto the two of them.
Thomas and Grace were climaxing repeatedly now. Thomas' ejaculations were only faint reverberations now, but each one bestowed a painful twinge of desperate pleasure, while Grace thrusted her loins wildly against her partner's cock while proclaiming in a loud scream, "There! There! I'm there!"
As before, the dragons traded partners once more, and both Thomas and Grace rode the waves of pleasure as they fucked the female and the male dragon, respectively, and having no more energy for sex, the two humans simply lost consciousness while they lay virtually comatose from the tremendous sexual ordeal they had undergone.
The creatures were still fucking them when they passed out into a warm, enveloping sleep brought on less by exhaustion than by pure sensual overload.
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When Thomas and Grace awoke several hours later, a faint light prefiguring the swift arrival of dawn was growing in the eastern sky.
Immediately upon waking, they both sat up and looked around in a panic, but they found not a trace of the mated pair of dragons that had attacked them the night before.
Thomas held Grace in his arms, embracing her. "We're going to be all right," he reassured her softly. "You're not hurt, are you?"
"No, I'm all right. I'm fine."
Thomas rested his head on her shoulder, and she cradled it in one hand as she leaned her own head against his neck.
"Why do you think they did that to us?" Grace asked, without releasing Thomas from her embrace.
"Wasn't it obvious?" Thomas retorted without anger. He appeared far too dazed to snap at anyone.
"I think," Grace suggested nervously, "all those two wanted was a foursome, with a pair of humans. I also think we were both very fortunate."
Startled, Thomas turned to look into her gaze. "Fortunate?" he echoed in a tone of shock. "Fortunate that they chose to do this to us?"
"Not so much for what they did to us," she replied, "but for what they didn't do."
Having spoken, she pointed toward a spot near the edge of the grassy clearing, several yards from where she and Thomas lay.
There in the tall grass, hanging from a bush, they saw a brown forest ranger's hat with a large bite taken out of it. Behind the hat they observed a tangled mass of colored ribbons, which they instantly recognized as the shredded remains of three or four sleeping bags, and every one of these remnants, without exception, was bloodstained.
Written in April 2005, by Sluimarath