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Monday, 23rd November, 2026

Naomi steps through the threshold and lets herself inside the house. Stretches her neck and sniffs the air. She sees the scents in the air, each one as clear and distinct as colours in a rainbow. Always the smell of her Alex even when he isn't there. To her right his old shoes he wears outside covered in grass stains. She sniffs them and makes a face and steps away to look for better scents. The faint smell of chicken he makes for her but that scent is stale so she doesn't bother following it. A faint breeze against her scales, carrying a slight metallic oily smell. She follows it to the vent in the wall blowing out warm air. Watches for a moment but it does nothing. Alex said the Air Conditioner is a machine like the Television. But he never told her what a machine was. As far as she can tell it is a thing that did something. She scrunches up her brow. But does it know what it does, like her? Alex is always talking to the machine on his wrist (his phone, she reminds herself, which is named Des) and it sometimes speaks back to him. She doesn't know how but it doesn't matter.

She follows the strongest Alex-scent to his room and hops up on the bed and nestles into the sheets. He leaves almost every day and comes home smelling of other dragons. He's usually gone the same time but sometimes comes home late. Maybe he gets lost some days because he doesn't have his Naomi with him.

And he never takes her with him. Sometimes he brings home the girl. She's fun to play with and Alex likes her too. Not as much as he likes his Naomi, she thinks and smiles to herself. He will never like anyone like he liked his Naomi.

She lies in his bed and wonders where he goes every day and what he did and when he'd be back. Sometimes he's gone a very long time and she wonders if he'd ever come back. Those times she sits in front of the door, starving, and waits there for him. The days he's gone the longest are the worst. But it makes up for it because when he's gone the longest he's happiest to see her. And he always comes back.

Still, he might not one day.

It would be better if she waited for him. She got off the bed and walks on the knuckles of her wings. The left one doesn't extend all the way but it doesn't stop her from walking. Sometimes it hurts but not now. There's something wrong with it, she knows. She stops and looked at it. Why? She shifts her weight on the bad wing and extends the good one. It's the entire length of her body. Almost an Alex-length. Then she folds it and does the same with her right. It only comes out halfway and when she tries to extend it all they way there is a jolt of pain from her elbow. Like when she stretches too fast or too hard. She bares her teeth and growls at nothing because it feels like the right thing to do.

She glances back at the door and watches it for a minute but it doesn't move or make a sound. Near the door there's a window she can see through but couldn't go through no matter how hard she pushes. When she looks at the window she can see another dragon looking back at her. The first time this happened she hurt her snout trying to get to it.

Naomi reaches up and looks at the dragon in the window and it watches her. She touches her nose to it and it's smooth and hard and cold.

She looks out through the window at the trees in front of Alex's house. There's a path that leads into the woods that they like to walk along. Sometimes she sees dogs there and they usually like her except the little white one who is always barking and growling at her. She could eat it if she wanted to but Alex said no when she asked.

There was one there now! It jumps from the fence and Naomi looks closer and bumps her nose on the glass again. But no, it's just a cat. Cats aren't as interesting as dogs. They rarely let her come close and they usually just lay there being lazy. The cat crosses the yard and Naomi watches it. It doesn't notice her and it disappeared behind the house. She looks to the door but it doesn't move or make a sound. She sits in front of it and waits.

* * *

Unit: AL/CA-03-0025-C*

Birth Date: October 25, 2026

Weight: 920 g

Status: healthy

Name: Naomi

Alex looked down at the clipboard, feeling the weirdest Déjà vu in memory. Almost a year ago he was in the same position, reading off a dragon's information from a clipboard. That dragon had a flawed wing that didn't extend fully so he had been instructed to dispose of her – which meant putting her into an incinerator. He had stolen her and had been raising her ever since. Later he learned Naomi was specially ordered by her client who paid an exorbitant amount of money for her, so Goddard had tried to make her again and the result sat in front of him. Like all Goddard dragons, she was covered in soft downy feathers to keep her warm while she was young and small. She'd lose them once she reached maturity when she was eight months old. Both Naomis were made of the same stock; AL/CA were the genes of an Albatross and Chinese Alligator. He could tell by their catalogue numbers that his Naomi (which he decided to call Naomi 1) was 2nd generation, this one was third so there must be something new with this one.

His boss, Mr. Ferris, tapped the box. “Wake up, Naomi."

Hearing him say that name annoyed Alex more than tapping the glass.

Naomi 2 uncoiled herself and yawned, baring a row of tiny teeth. She stretched out to her full length of perhaps a foot long. She looked up at Alex.

“So, we did something a little bit special with this one," Ferris said. “And not everyone knows about it but you'll have to see it eventually." Alex looked closely. As far as he could tell, she looked the same as Naomi 1. The only difference is that her wings looked fine when he stretched them out. There was something else too. Something staring him right in the face and it was too obvious to notice. Then he saw it and it made him take a step back. Her wings were fully extended and she was still standing. That would mean... he crouched down and looked closely. She was standing on her rear legs, and she had forelegs. Six limbs in total.

“What?" Alex sputtered. “How did they... I thought that was impossible to make a six-limbed vertebrate."

“Yes, it was," Ferris said with pride in his voice. “Until we solved it. I think it was actually a mistake. The lab boys copied a bunch of genetic code wrong and changed the wings. The first attempt was so broken we had to get rid of it."

The first attempt. That must have been his own Naomi.

“But they've apparently figured it out now. So with this new tech, we're going to be so far ahead of our competitors it'll be like back in the old days when we had a monopoly. We'll see if the cunts at Sigma try to compete now." His eyes were like a pirate looking over his gold. If Alex didn't know him better he'd think Ferris valued this dragon but he knew he only saw it as money.

“So anyways, this one is for a very important client of ours and he paid a lot of money for it. I think he'll be pretty pleased with the result."

More than twelve million dollars, Alex thought to himself but of course he wasn't supposed to know that. He had only found out a few weeks ago by hacking into Goddard's email database.

“The client is some Russian asshole named Constantine something," Ferris continued. “He's expecting to pick it up pretty soon."

Lukas Koskinen, Alex thought, but of course he wasn't supposed to know that either.

“Well, bring it out, see if it likes you."

Alex opened the cage. Like he had done a thousand times before, he reached halfway to the dragon then opened his palm. She glanced at his hand, then up at him, expecting food. She trotted over and gently laid a foreleg on his finger. The weight of her was almost nothing. She sniffed his hand and seeing it empty, looked up at him again.

He gently touched the top of his finger to her chest and scratched. Her chest vibrated in a low thrumming sound not unlike a cat's purr. She stepped delicately onto his hand and he picked her up. She flicked her tongue against his thumb. It was like a tiny cold finger.

Ferris chuckled. “I don't know how you do it, Chapman. But don't go anywhere. You're in charge of this one. I want it to get used to people, I want it to be fed by hand every day, I want it spoken to. Come into my office. We need to speak about something."

Alex moved to put Naomi (Naomi 2, he reminded himself) back into her box.

“No, bring it. Keep it close."

He followed Ferris to his office and sat down with Naomi 2 on his lap. She trilled and bit a mouthful of his shirt.

“So you haven't said much. What do you think?"

“I think it's... great. I think the geneticists have really outdone themselves now. It's like..." he frowned, thinking about how honest he could be with his boss. At the very least he found it interesting. The fact the Goddard Genetics had yet again revolutionized the industry was huge. It'd mean good things for the company, and for himself. But it was hard to separate that from the weirdness of holding another Naomi in his lap. It was like being sent back in time when he had his own. He looked down at her. “...like this is what it should have been in the first place."

Ferris nodded. “Yes, and it's mostly thanks to our angel investor, the one who first commissioned that unit," he nodded down at the little dragon that was now trying to pry off Alex's phone strapped to his wrist. “He invested quite a bit of money in Goddard Genetics. Enough to reinvest it in R&D. And that's what we came up with. But that's not the only feature we've been working on." He leaned forward, knocking over a coffee cup on his desk (which fortunately was empty) and he didn't seem to notice. “Now, not many people in the company know about what I'm going to tell you. And I'd like to keep it that way."

Alex nodded.

“Some of our experiments go more than skin-deep. Since most are sold as pets or companion animals, the more intelligent they are, the better they are at what they do. For the last year or so, we've been tweaking with the higher-brain functions of our products, and we believe we can create human-level intelligence in our products. Imagine how much somebody would pay for a dragon that you could have a conversation with." He said the last few words with a flourish and sat back in his chair. “Programmers are trying to create it in artificial intelligence in computers. We believe we can make or exceed it in our own biological computers. If we can," there was a twinkle in his eye that didn't look anything like the delight of discovery, “then the next frontier in intelligence will be ours."

“It sounds like science-fiction." Alex tried to sound surprised. It would have surprised him a year ago. And yet, his own Naomi was nearing his own level of intelligence with no sign of slowing down.

“I'm telling you this so you're not surprised when it starts talking to you. Just answer any questions it has. But mostly, treat it like it's a human. In a few weeks we'll deliver it to the client. But obviously these are company secrets and we're trusting you with them. Every new unit we ship is going to be like this. Six limbs and far greater intelligence. That's why the old ones are so cheap." He stood up and motioned to the young dragon in Alex's lap. “Anyways. Take care of this one for the rest of the day, feed it, and talked to it. The client payed a lot of money for it so we'll make sure it's as sociable as anything we sell."

“I'll do what I can," Alex said. The little dragon nipped at a loose feather on her side and scratched her nose with her foreleg. He was gong to have to work late again today. Naomi always worried when he worked late.

* * *

When he opened the front door his dragon was waiting for him.

“Hi!" she said and came bounding over, a goofy expression of glee of her face. He opened his arms but once he touched her, she froze. She sniffed his hand and jerked back. She looked up at him with an expression of worry.

“What is it, Naomi?"

She sniffed his hand again and touched it with the tip of her tongue. She stepped back, looking at him. He tail swished back and forth uncertainly and she tilted her head. It was the same expression she had when she heard certain high-pitched sounds. She let out a very birdlike squawk.

“What's going on? What are you..." he stepped forward and she jumped back and bared her teeth. She made a sound she had never made before: a low hiss from deep within her chest. She never broke eye contact with him.

“Seriously, if this is a game, stop it. You're freaking me out. It's me. It's your Alex."

She cocked her head at his voice again and seemed to relax but didn't move. “…Naomi?" she said.

“No, you're Naomi. I'm Alex. What are you doing?"

She looked down at his hands and said, “You're Naomi."

He looked at his hands. They looked normal to him. “What?"

She backed away and ran to his bedroom, leaving him alone and confused. He thought back to the day. He had been handling Naomi 2 all day and they had virtually the same DNA and probably the same scent. Could she be smelling herself on him and did that confuse her?

He remembered the first few times she saw herself in a mirror. She had kept walking around it, trying to find the elusive dragon that she had seen through it. Eventually she got used to it but he never knew if she was simply ignoring it or understood that it was her. He read once that only a few animals can recognize themselves in a mirror. Humans, dolphins and some primates. Only they recognized their reflections for what they were, rather than another animal. Would Naomi know? She was probably smarter than a monkey.

If he got is own scent back Naomi would recognize him. He had a shower, then put on some of his old clothes from the floor to get his scent back, then did some push-ups on the floor for good measure. Then he took the mirror of the hallway wall, set it on the ground, and called her over.

She came slowly out of his room, glancing between him and her own reflection

He pointed at her reflection. “Who is that in the mirror?"

She followed his finger, looked at herself, then up at him, and said nothing.

“That's you," Alex said.

She stared at her reflection. It looked like she was having a staring contest with herself. “...Me?" she asked.

“Yes, that's you. That's Naomi."

Her eyes didn't leave the mirror. “Naomi in the mirror."

“Yes. I mean, you're not really in there, but..." he came over and sat next to her. He pointed at his own reflection. “That's us."

She glanced back and forth between them and their reflections. “Alex and Naomi in the mirror," she said.

“That's right. Look." he brought her closer and she didn't resist. “Watch my finger." he held up a finger behind her head so she could only see it in the reflection. Her eyes followed it as he moved it down to touch her forehead. “That's you. See?"

She watched her reflection. She gently reached out with a claw to touch the glass and touched her reflection. Then she touched her own snout and watched it in the mirror. “That's me," she said. She ran off to the big front window overlooking the front yard. “That's me!" she exclaimed. Then she ran to the back window and did the same thing. And nearly ran into Alex as she bound over to the bathroom and stood on her legs over the sink to see the mirror there. The mirror was still foggy and Alex wiped off the fog. Naomi stared at her reflection. “That's me," she said again. “I'm Naomi." She glanced around the room, eyes darting at every reflective surface she could see. She spotted the television and bounced over to it. She craned her neck out and watched herself. “Hello, Naomi!" she said.

Alex chuckled and called her over. She came with a big smile on her face and jumped up on the couch with him. “I'm a person," she said.

“Yes, you are." he scratched her neck and jawline. She closed her eyes and tilted her head, pushing against his fingers. The scales flexed under his touch, warm and smooth and flexible moving over the sharp jawline like thick fabric. He could feel the arteries pulsating under her scales. She was breathing heavily from running.

“Relax for a second," he said. She did as he said and nestled against him, draping a wing over his body like a blanket. She pulled him close and rested her head on his shoulder so her snout lay just under his chin. They both shifted and fell perfectly into position, the curves of their bodies matching each other like puzzle pieces, their legs intertwined with her tail across his. He held her gently and traced his fingers across her scales, so smooth they were like wet glass. She shivered at the touch and sighed. If she had skin he'd be giving her goosebumps, he thought. She nestled up closer to him so he could feel her heart beating against his chest. He kissed the top of her head and rested his cheek on it. He couldn't see it but he felt her lips curl into a smile. She licked his chin and her tongue was a quick playful touch. If he looked down he could just see her eye slowly close. “I'm a person," she murmured

He ran his hand up to the back of her head and scratched behind the feathers that crowned her scalp. That made her tail swish back and forth across his legs but eventually that too slowed down as her heartbeat and breathing returned to normal until it matched his.

Quietly she said, “like you." Then she was silent but for her breathing. Her soft breath played across his chest and tickled his neck. He closed his eyes.

When he woke it was night. The only light game from the harsh glow of his laptop on the floor. It made the room look a pale green. He turned over to look at it. Naomi was lying on the floor, typing on it with human-looking arms and fingers and was typing very fast. Taptaptaptaptaptap. For some reason this didn't seem out of the ordinary.

“What are you doing?" he asked.

She didn't look up but said, “I'm typing up a customer report for my order. Mr. Koskinen was not happy about the first one now I'm improved he'll be satisfied and can take me but you'll still have to make sure it works." Her face was lit up by the harsh glow of the screen that turned the pure white scales on her face into a sickly green. Instead of the Windows logo on the back of the laptop it showed the twin G's of Goddard Genetics, blocky and back to back so they formed a hexagon.

taptaptaptaptaptap. She stopped writing and closed the lid but the room was still green. She looked at him. “With new investors it should make new breakthroughs in genetic engineering easier. Project Sobek was just the beginning. Once we show the board what else we can do, nothing will be able to compete with Goddard Genetics."

She stretched out her wings, one at a time. They both extended fully and reached from one wall to the other. Snow-white streaked with pitch-black like spilled ink running down paper. She flapped them and rose into the air and flew towards him. He held out a hand and she landed on it, fitting into his palm. She curled up into a little circle. Like she used to do when she was young, just a ball of grey feathers. As he watched, one fell off and twirled to the ground, followed by another. Then more and more, until he was left with a handful of sooty fluff. He blew that away and there was nothing else.

When he woke up for real it was still light out. He stretched and looked around. Naomi wasn't there. He rubbed his face and yawned. “That was weird," he said. What was it that Naomi (or whoever that was) said in his dream? Something that sounded familiar but he couldn't place it. Investors in something. He stood up and stretched. Found his laptop and after double-checking to make sure the logo on the back wasn't the GG of Goddard Genetics, he turned it on and found the emails he stole from Goddard a few weeks ago. He opened the file named “new order"

From: Dimitri Goddard, CEO

To: Percy Ferris, Senior VP

Just got a new contract and it's a big one. The client wants a dragon companion smart enough to talk to. He's willing to pay pretty much anything, so you have permission to use the Sobek Project genes for this. Do whatever you can, Ferris. I want to impress the client. Impress me.

ps. It's a class X as well.

Project Sobek, that's what Naomi said in his dream. He Googled “Sobek" and found the Wikipedia page that described an Egyptian god with the body of a man and the head of a crocodile. He rubbed his hands over his mouth. This was weird stuff. Tweaking the genes of reptiles was one thing but combining two radically different species was another. Even Naomi, which he knew had the genetic bases of an albatross and a Chinese alligator. But chromosomes and nucleobases weren't building blocks you could just stick together.

She was basically a heavily modified bird. Combining two separate species wasn't simply a difficult engineering problem, it was biologically impossible. It was like... making a six-limbed vertebrate.

He heard the soft padding of Naomi's wings on the carpet and she sat next to him. He rubbed her head and scratched her head where the feathers still ringed her scalp.

He decided early on that no matter how much he liked her, she could never be a real romantic partner. Society wouldn't allow that. Alex always thought of her halfway between a pet and a... (a lover, he thought but didn't put into words even in his head.) But now it seemed like she was closer to 75%. Or 90%. There was a conclusion that stayed in the back of his mind and he kept it there, knowing it was there but refusing to acknowledge it. Like a box he never opened.

He picked up his phone and texted Lily, more to reassure himself than anything else.

“I think Naomi just became self-aware."

“lol what? What does that mean?"

“She's able to recognize herself in the mirror. At first she thought it was someone else, then once she got used to it she ignored her reflection but now she understands that it's *her.* Once she figured it out she kept running around and looking at herself."

“haha. rubik used to growl at the mirror but now he just ignores it."

Alex smiled at that. A few weeks ago he had been informed that Goddard was massively increasing the number of dragons they were making thanks to their angel investor and they were getting rid of older stock. The pens were overcrowded and some of the older dragons had been without human contact for a while and since trainers like Alex couldn't be there all day and night, he offered to take one home for a bit, just so it could get used to being around people for a while. Privately, he thought it might be handy for Naomi to meet another dragon and he thought if he was seen outside with her, he could pretend he was just taking care of her. He was getting increasingly nervous about taking her out in public but he couldn't just keep her inside all day so this seemed like a good solution.

The first dragon he brought home was an early model named Rubik. When he brought him home Naomi said Rubik was “stupid." Fortunately, Lily offered to take him and he'd been living with her for the past few weeks. Rubik at least seemed to get along with her. For a while Alex wondered if he'd get jealous of his girlfriend and a male dragon were living together (because who knew what they'd get up to) but then he reminded himself that Lily was okay with him continuing to have sex with Naomi and didn't make his choose between the two (And he was sincerely glad she didn't, because he didn't know who he would choose.) And it wasn't like he got jealous of Lily and Naomi together. On the contrary, seeing them together made him... he made sure not to think about that in public.

Lily insisted she wanted to see Alex and Rubik together. So far they hadn't, although Alex was occasionally curious about it. Moreso when drinking. Once while working he had walked in on two male dragons copulating together in their cage. Neither had wings, so they must have been very early models. The top, a light blue and tan, with sharp spikes jutting from his head and down his back. The bottom was green and it looked rather awkward, as if embarrassed to be caught in the situation. Standard procedure was to shout at them to stop without getting involved but Alex had watched them for longer than simple curiosity could explain.

“How are you two?" Alex texted.

“keeping each other busy. When are u going 2 join us for tea?"

He shook his head. They used the word “tea" in texts to discuss sex whenever dragons were involved. It worked because Lily never drank tea, even when he bough her a box of Twining's Earl Grey which he called “The Coca-Cola of teas" because it was so mainstream. They had been seeing a lot of each other these last few weeks. A month ago they had a slightly drunken threesome with Naomi (still something that seemed like a fantasy or dream more than reality) and got together whenever they could.

He replied, “Soon. It looks like I'm going to be pulling some more late nights at work. I won't be able to see you till the weekend, sorry!"

This time it was a while before the reply came. Maybe she finally learned to spell, he thought. When his phone vibrated it showed a picture message. When he glanced at the thumbnail his heart skipped a beat and he did a full-body jerk. Lily was lying stomach-down on her bed, naked except for socks. (Purple and black stripes, and they reached her knees.) She had taken the selfie from in front and above her, and her legs were crossed behind her.

It was enough so he could see the curves of her body but nothing terribly explicit, but he knew she did that on purpose because it was more interesting than seeing everything right away.

He stared at the picture for long enough the screen turned off.

* * *

Lily put her phone down. If she waited for Alex to reply the battery would probably be dead. He always took so long to text back because he edited and spellchecked everything before sending it. What a waste of time. She smiled to herself. If he wasn't here there were other ways she could pass the time. She cleared her throat. “Rubik! To me."

A ruddy red dragon head poked through her doorway. A moment later, the rest of him walked forward on his wings and rear legs. Although it wasn't completely right to call him “hers" Lily was merely taking care of Rubik as a favour to Alex. But she didn't mind, not with the benefits he gave her.

Dutifully the red dragon stepped over. He was heavy in his stride and walked with the confidence that comes with knowing his own strength. He hopped up on to the bed and she took his head in her hands kissed the top. He rumbled deep in his belly and licked her face. She scratched across the side of his neck and muscles moved under his scales when she ran her fingers across the bulges they stiffened. A part of her thought he was showing off to her on purpose.

Rubik was learning to read her mood and body language quickly. Alex mentioned how Naomi was special but Rubik may never learn to talk beyond repeating words or basic commands. That suited Lily just fine. As long as he knew what he needed to do, and she was an excellent teacher.

He sniffed the air and huffed. When he licked her neck she closed her eyes and laid back and let her dragon do what he wanted. His snout, tactile enough to form words, made its way down her neck and past her collarbones, leaving a trail of moisture and spreading goosebumps over her body. He was slow and gentle but she knew he could hold her down and take her roughly if he wanted. He could grab her, pin her down, and rut her like he would an animal in the wild. The thought of that made the hair on the back of her neck rise.

She held her breath as he moved down and let it out in a gasp when he flicked the tip of his tongue against her nipples. She looked down and watched as he did as he had learned and gently teased her breasts with his mouth, first one, then the other. When he left one bare the air was cold against the wetness he left and the tension it caused was only released when he returned to it. She let out a heavy breath and looked down. The bulge between his legs was growing and the tip of his cock had started to poke out. She raised her foot and gently stroked the scales next to it. Rubik made a huff that wasn't quite a growl but something close to it and forgot to be gentle. He sucked on her nipple at the same time running his tongue back and forth across it and that made Lily clench. The head of his cock popped out and she watched the rest of it follow until his full erection hung between his legs.

“Horny lizard," she whispered. It was so easy it was almost disappointing. The first time all she had to do was bend over. Dragons were easy, like human men. Naomi was a challenge like playing a piano. She had to hit the right notes with that dragoness. Rubik was as simple as hitting a single drum. She could do practically anything and he'd enjoy it.

He let go of her breast with a wet pop and watched her lean forwards. She held his cock in her hand and felt the weight of it. Rubik could flex it up to direct it into her but now it flopped freely, making it seem heavier than it was. Different from a human but still perfectly capable of doing the job. The head was a gently tapered triangle and behind it a dozen little ridges wrapped around the diameter, giving it a rippled texture. The ridges managed to hit every spot inside her a dozen times a thrust. She felt a tingle of pleasure inside her just thinking about it. They ran to the base of his cock which widened just a bit before disappearing into his sheath. Sometimes she just wanted to stare at it and play with it but it always ended in sex. His testicles were internal but they formed two subtle bulges on either side of his vent that grew when he was aroused and nearing climax.

She reached forward and kissed the tip. She breathed in and smelled his musk. Dragons didn't sweat, but he still had a smell to him, a spicy, masculine scent that increased as his arousal grew. She licked the tip, tasting him then slid her lips over the head, slowly letting the taper of it open her mouth while gently sucking on the tip. A little drip of precum escaped and she ran her tongue over it. He tasted the way he smelled, subtle, but underneath, an exotic and musky scent. It was thicker and milkier than a human's and more slippery. Sometimes she didn't even have to get wet for him. She opened her mouth and took more of him. That sent another jolt through him and he made a deep growl that she could feel vibrating through his cock. He tensed but stayed still. She smiled through a mouthful of dragon dick. She had taught him to be patient. If he tried to rush it, he would get nothing.

She pushed in deeper until half of his shaft was in her mouth. She ran her tongue across the underside in random patterns, feeling the ridges that made her feel so good. More precum leaked from the tip of his cock and she swallowed it without hesitating. Like a good girl, she thought.

Now she increased her pace and started sucking him off properly. Back and forth, applying suction and occasionally tilted her head to give him a better texture and always keeping it interesting for both of them. Careful to keep her tongue on top of her bottom teeth, her top lip below her top teeth so she wouldn't hurt him. She went as far as she could, feeling his cock against the roof of her mouth and in the back of her throat. She held the base of it where her mouth couldn't reach and squeezed it. With her other hand she cupped his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze that made him let out a very human-sounding moan that turned into a low growl as she ran her fingers down and started to

the tight ring of flesh around his anus. The first time she did this it surprised him but he didn't stop her.

Soon she was moaning as well, and her free hand crept down to her crotch. When her fingers touched the wetness between her legs there a spark of pleasure shot through her nerves and her knees shook. As much as she'd love to continue, they had other things to do.

She pulled away and his cock came free of free of her mouth leaving a line of saliva and draconic fluids connecting him to her lips. She wiped it off then lay back on the bed, waiting for him. He wasted no time and grabbed her by the legs with the claws on his wings and spread them apart and forced his head between her legs so the scales rubbed against her skin. He bent his head down and opened his mouth, revealing a row of glistening white teeth and the thing she wanted more than anything else right now: a powerful, flexible tongue that was literally dripping with anticipation.

He sniffed her and, finding her scent to be enticing, opened his mouth and flicked his tongue across her pussy. She closed her eyes and just lay there, savouring the sensation it and listening to the sound of him eating her out. He was breathing heavily and every breath played across her wetness, cooling the heat that he was creating. He continued, moving his tongue all around her clitoris, nudging it back and forth then dragging his tongue over it. Every one of his hundreds of tastebuds was a tiny jolt that worked together, like drops of water that slowly filled her with pleasure.

Distantly she heard her phone beep and she ignored it. She could deal with that later; right now she was busy. Oh god, his tongue. Far better than any humans. When Naomi first did this she knew no human could compete with a dragon. It spread her apart and she could feel it flex and squirm inside her. He opened his mouth wide and penetrated her deeper until his front teeth touched the skin of her belly. She arched her hips up, and clenched her hands into the sheets, letting out a strangled sort of moan. He fucked her with his tongue and she cried out in pleasure, grabbing handfuls of sheets as it slid in and out of her and the taper of it opened her up over and over again. And he never stopped moving as it touched every square millimeter inside her.

She ran her hands across the scales on his head and felt the horns ringing his scalp as he licked her. Her legs clenched and she seized his head, forcing it closer into her crotch.

He shifted forwards and held down her belly with a wing. The single claw poked her stomach and she knew she now belonged to him and he wouldn't allow her to leave until he was done. He looked up at her and she watched him watch her. Something that was very close to a smile spread across his lips. He looked at her with a predatory look like she was his prey. Without waiting, without asking, he crawled on top of her and she saw the expanse of rippling red muscle above her and when she looked down his cock bobbed in the air between his legs, shiny and dripping wet. Her eyes didn't leave it as he bent his knees and lowered himself to her. At that moment, her mind went blank, and she felt the world drip away and get replaced only by an animalistic lust and greed for him.

She gasped as the head of his cock slipped past her lips, inch by inch. Every one of the ridges along his cock spread a wave of bliss through her body in individual overlapping layers. She watched it disappear inside her until at last the scales on his belly were flush with her skin. For a moment the dragon paused, and Lily let out a breath in a sigh as she felt a pleasant feeling of fullness that only a hard cock can provide.

With both hands she touched his chest with her palms, feeling it expand and contract with each breath and feeling the deep thrum of his heart. Then she ran her hands around his sides and hugged him. His scales were hot under her fingertips. They held each other, touching foreheads and just breathing. She knew he was savouring the feeling of finally taking her. The brief repose gave her a moment for her to get used to the tight fullness that spread through her whole body. It had taken a while to get used to his size and even now there was a bit of pain but it was the good kind, the kind that she knew would only mean that it'd be repaid in full with yet more pleasure.

He dipped down his head to hers and touched his lips to hers. She could taste herself on his mouth and the tongue which was pleasuring her a moment ago now ran across her lips and forced its way into her mouth.

He pushed into her and she watched the tendons and muscles flex under his scales. Then they relaxed as he slowly withdrew and each one of the ridges on his penis was another sensation that spread over her like she was being slowly lowered into hot bathwater. She held his head close to hers, smiled knowing what she could do to him. She whispered into his ear, “such a good boy."

The effect was immediate. He bared down and fucked her properly now, harder and with more force. Lily's arched her back and cried out in lust. Again and again he slammed into her, hilting her every time. Each thrust pushed her farther and farther and it was like waves pushing her up a beach as the tide came in. She rode it, knowing it was inevitable and knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him and she wouldn't even if she could.

He was not gentle. He was feral and mindless and violent but that didn't matter. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rode with him. She clawed his back knowing she couldn't hurt him and gripped the hard knobbly scales on his back. Her toes clenched and her legs shook, practically vibrating. She let out a breath of air, deep and full of lust and her sounds became less conscious and more primal, a huff that sounded like some wild beast and let out a moan that spoke of a primal lust that couldn't be expressed in mere words.

She looked up at his face. There was intelligence behind those eyes but it was forgotten for now. Now there was nothing but instinct: the basic urge all animals have to breed, and he was going to use her for his own purposes for as long as he wanted. She wondered if he knew or care whether she was human or not. Then she realized if she didn't care, why should he?

He stopped. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He withdrew his penis from her and left her with a hollow feeling of emptiness that left her cold. She touched his chest and he pulled away from her fingers. “On knees," he said.

He said it simply because he was simple. As an early model, his vocabulary was primitive and his sentences limited. But the way he said it was a command. A command Lily couldn't hope to disobey. A part of her wanted to know what he would do if she refused. She wondered if he would take her even more roughly and force her down and the thought of that made her tingle. But a greater part of her wanted to simply submit to the stronger male and that was the part of her that won. So she submitted and rested on her hands and knees and presented herself to him and waited for him to take her.

He held her down with a claw and she felt his cold snout against her pussy. He smelled her again and let out a grunt of satisfaction. When his tongue lapped against her again she let out a wordless moan and lifted her ass higher. She had enough of his tongue earlier and wanted (needed) him inside her. She needed it like a starving person needs food. He climbed up and mounted her properly and she let out a breath, knowing what was about to happen. She felt the hard jab of his cock against her ass, smearing reptilian precum and her own vaginal juices across her flesh. Then he pushed his throbbing, swollen cock into her and she let out a moan and clawed the sheets.

She bit her lip as she felt he lips stretch to accommodate his girth. He was going slow on purpose, she knew. Just to tease her. He learned that from her as well and normally she allowed it but this was not a normal time. She arched her back up and thrust herself back into him, making him growl and she smiled. He clamped down on her shoulder hard enough to send a dozen sharp little twinges of pain though her skin before it was pushed back and dissolved into nothing by the massive waves of pleasure that drowned out everything else.

She looked down and saw his muscular legs behind her own, his wings on either side, enveloping her like a cage. His snout rested on her head and he nosed though her hair, feeling the strange stuff that was so alien to him. When he let go of her shoulder the spot was wet from draconic saliva and his hot breath ran across it raising goosebumps across her flesh. The smell of sex was overpowering now, musty and spicy and powerfully erotic.

With each thrust she felt the warm feeling spread through her until it is filled her to her toes. He fucked her properly now, his breath coming through in huffs that played against the wetness on her shoulder. The mattress squeaked underneath them and the bed banged against the walls. If her neighbours heard so be it. She had no choice but to ride a long with him. Her hands clenched up fistfuls of sheets.

Even without touching herself she felt her climax growing just from being penetrated by the reptilian cock. If she started to touch herself she'd reach her orgasm too quickly and she wanted to draw it out for longer but soon her fingers refused to listen to her mind and she began to run her fingers over her own sex as she was penetrated by the dragon above her. Alex was a gentlemen and normally did this for her and it was always better when someone else did. Once or twice he fucked her while Naomi licked her. Those were some of the best orgasms she had, and she suspected both Alex and Naomi knew that. Rubik, however, was hard and feral and as ungentlemanly as possible, which suited Lily just fine. He would probably keep going even if she told him to stop. Not that she ever would; he'd keep going until he was done with her. While he was inside her, she knew that with every thrust he owned her more until she belonged only to him.

She felt her climax rising inside her, spreading from her fingertips to her clitoris and snaking through her body like tendrils through her limbs. She timed her fingers movements to his thrusts and found that he was pounding her hard enough she could simply hold her fingers there and they would move in time with his thrusts.

It built up until she couldn't take anymore, a heart-stopping moment balanced on the precipice, then a waterfall crashing down on her flooding in her climax. She let herself collapse onto the bed, shaking and Rubik didn't seem to notice or care. Still he continued, one wing pressed down between her shoulder blades and the other held down her hand. His claws were rough and he didn't bother trying to be gentle and she didn't notice or care as the hard claws dug into her skin.

She didn't know how long he was going for. Soon he was fucking every conscious thought out of her until she was only partially aware of the cries of pleasure she was making. Time passed without her noticing. She could feel the weight of him on her back and the hard muscles of his chest. With each thrust he pushed her farther down on the bed until her face was resting on her sheets.

His pace was increasing and he was growing bigger inside her and almost painfully hard. She was very wet now and his scales slapping against her skin only added to the sounds of sex that filled the room: they were both breathing hard and his growls mixed with her moans and cries of pleasure.

She felt his body tense up and with one final thrust he clamped down on her shoulder again, hard enough to make her cry out. The pain didn't take away from the pleasure, merely added to it like notes forming music. He let out a low feral growl through his teeth that came from deep within him. She could feel his chest vibrating against her back. He rammed harder into her and she felt his cock reach places inside her. He came hard enough she could feel his cock grow and pulse inside her as a warm feeling spread through her. Each spurt filled her up from the inside and she knew she was being bred and used like a feral dragoness.

He let go of her shoulder and left wetness that felt cool in the hot air.

“Good girl," he growled in a low voice. That unlocked something inside her that made her melt.

She collapsed on to the bed and lay on her stomach and he slowly withdrew, leaving a trail of wetness on her crotch and cum dripped out of her. What little breeze there was in the room gently licked the bite marks and scratches from her back. She'd feel them tomorrow but for now they were nothing. Everything below her waist was numb. Out of the corner of her eye she watched him lap at his own penis, cleaning off the fluids they had made.

After some feeling returned to her legs she crawled over and checked her phone. A half-hour old message from Alex (were they really going at it for that long?) that simply said, “You're a bad girl, Lily."

After she had showered, she made herself a cup of the stupid tea he bought her, sat naked cross-legged on the floor, placed the steaming mug in front of her to cover her crotch, and sent the picture to Alex.

* * *

Alex rolled off his dragon and collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Next to him Naomi crooned and licked herself off as she normally did after they were done. She crept up and laid her head on his shoulder. She held him with a wing and squeezed him tightly. The kiss he gave her on the top of her head was automatic, but she purred in appreciation all the same.

“You sure love cuddling, don't you?" he said.

“I love you," she murmured into his chest.

His heart made a kind of double-skip. Did she say, “I love it" or “I love you?" He glanced down at her. She didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. Her eyes were closed and there was a faint smile of satisfaction on her lips that she wore after sex.

When she first started talking she repeated phrases without understanding but now she understood more and more, enough that he took her on her word. Maybe they needed to talk about that soon. Eventually he'd have to tell her where she came from and why they were together. She hadn't asked yet, but she would soon. But before that happened he would have to confront something inside him that he knew had been there for a while even though he pretended it wasn't there. Did she really understand what she was feeling?

Did he?