# After the Rain

Author: Graeth
Tags: Dragoness, Human, M/F, Masturbation, Oral, Vanilla

#1 of After the Rain

A dragon is nearly killed in a storm, but is saved by a caring man

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

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

  
  

After the Rain

  

  Jason took  
  
  
a deep breath as he sat on a fallen tree and reached for his canteen. He took a  
  
  
long swig and rested for minute before continuing his trek through the woods.  
  
  
He always loved hiking through the woods after a rainstorm; it always seemed to  
  
  
refresh the forest, bringing out the inherent wild aroma of the pine trees and  
  
  
soil. And yesterday had been a heavy and somewhat violent storm. One of the

   
worst in past couple of years. He looked at the sun through the trees, then at  
  
  
his watch. Almost midday, plenty of time until he had to head back to his home  
  
  
and fly to his sister's wedding on the next day.   
  

The year was 2065, "Fly-In"  
  
  
communities were commonplace; especially out here in the Yukon Territory, one  
  
  
of the last places on earth that was still sparsely populated. Jason lived in a  
  
  
community of around 150 people; mostly families with a couple medical personnel  
  
  
and maintenance staff. He was of Asian descent, six foot three and around two  
  
  
twenty-ish with the standard black hair and brown myopic eyes. Twenty-nine  
  
  
years old and currently in the writer trade, he'd started off as an  
  
  
aeronautical engineer and had done that for five years until his writing career  
  
  
took off. He'd written a series of novels melding science fiction and fantasy  
  
  
together, dragons and gryphons and stuff; and it had become fairly popular.  
  
  
Then he'd bought a house in this remote location and had lived in peace for the  
  
  
past 2 years.

  
  

An oddity caught his eye and

   
brought him out of his reverie. The canopy above him had a swath cut through it  
  
  
a couple of meters wide. The branches were broken all in one direction like  
  
  
something had come barreling through. He walked up under where the path began  
  
  
and ogled at it for a little; wondering what could have caused it. A meteor  
  
  
would set fire to the forest. Even with the heavy storm, there still would've  
  
  
been at least some singeing on the trees. He walked among the damage, surveying  
  
  
it and pondered it. He stumbled on a rock and kicked it out of the way into a  
  
  
puddle, and that's when he froze.  
  

Blood. A lot of blood. It was mixed  
  
  
into the puddles that were plentiful along the forest floor, but there was  
  
  
still more than a lot of people usually see outside the body.

  
  

"What the hell?" He whispered to  
  
  
himself as he walked to the blood puddles. 'Wolves' was his first thought, but  
  
  
he didn't see any footprints or any other sign of life and delved a little  
  
  
deeper. He saw a wide trough like gouge through the mud and followed it. He  
  
  
crossed a row of bushes and that's when he saw it. What 'it' was, he couldn't

   
figure out at first. It was a dull yellow, sort of faded gold color, and was an  
  
  
odd mass of organic shapes arranged at odd angles. The only thing he did  
  
  
recognize was the myriad of cuts and gashes that marred its surface and from  
  
  
which blood oozed and crusted. It was definitely biological in nature; he  
  
  
surmised that much and he slowly approached its seemingly lifeless mass. He put  
  
  
his hand on it: as cold as stone. Probably been dead for at least the night.   
  

He gave it a slight push and the  
  
  
creature rolled onto its back, the jumbled limbs falling into a more orderly  
  
  
fashion. He jumped back, gasping in shock. The arms fell to their sides, same  
  
  
with the legs, a long tail the width of the body that tapered towards the end,  
  
  
unraveled and laid limp; a long liberally lacerated neck that held an elongated  
  
  
head rolled back onto the ground, curving off to one side. He'd visualized it  
  
  
in his head more than enough times to recognize it immediately: a dragon, with  
  
  
human characteristics. The head had two horns that protruded from the well

   
defined eye ridges. The left one was broken near the base while the right only  
  
  
had its tip snapped off. He stood, gawking at it, not sure what to do. Then its  
  
  
head moved, twitching slightly and the body gave a small spasm. It exhaled a  
  
  
pitifully weak sigh and labored to take shallow breathes.  
  

"You're still alive!" He whispered  
  
  
urgently, still in shock, but his emergency 'First Response' training took over  
  
  
and he went to work. He knelt down in the bloody pools and searched the long neck  
  
  
for a pulse; trying to get an image of how the creature's body was operating  
  
  
under the damage. He found a weak, highly erratic one on the side and undid his  
  
  
backpack. He pulled out his medicomp and clamped it onto the left wrist. He  
  
  
then went about cleaning and dressing the most serious wounds that he could  
  
  
find. The medicomp went into action and beeped as it activated and quietly did  
  
  
its job.

  
  

The medicomp was an awesomely  
  
  
powerful device, able to heal almost anything biological as long as there was  
  
  
sufficient power to draw on to accelerate cell regeneration. Its first task was

   
to scan the genetic makeup of whatever it was attached to in order to arrive at  
  
  
a decision for the best course of treatment. Jason released the breath that  
  
  
he'd been holding as he watched the medicomp adjust flawlessly to the dragon's  
  
  
physiology and administer a sedative and begin the accelerated healing process.  
  

He finished dressing the last of  
  
  
the major wounds and then pulled out the cot scaffolding that was part of his  
  
  
backpack and rummaged through the rest of it to see what else he could use. He  
  
  
pulled out the roll of duct tape that he always kept with him (MacGyver being  
  
  
his patron saint) and set about making a stretcher for the wounded creature. He  
  
  
had to get it back to his house fast. The field medicomp that was currently in  
  
  
place had a limited life and given the creature's battered state, the moment  
  
  
the battery went dead, the dragon would follow suit. The device was probably  
  
  
only keeping the vitals in check, not having enough power for much anything  
  
  
else. But at his home, and the same went for every building this day in age,

   
there was a medicomp that was tied into the main power grid with a backup  
  
  
generator and battery. He had to hurry.  
  

He finished the stretcher and added  
  
  
some more duct tape to be sure it was as stable as it could be. Two long poles  
  
  
and a tent cover to connect them and create a sling, extra pole length at one  
  
  
end so it could be pulled behind a person with one end still on the ground, all  
  
  
wrapped in grey tape. He carefully transferred the body from the cold, wet  
  
  
ground to the stretcher and neatly arranged it so no limbs would snag on  
  
  
passing bushes. Checking to make sure none of the bandages had come undone, he  
  
  
felt the freezing arm as he crossed it over the other and got another idea. He  
  
  
reached into the pile by his emptied out pack and got his sleeping bag. He  
  
  
unzipped it and slipped it over the stretcher like a clamshell before making  
  
  
two duct tape straps to hold it in place. Slipping on his lighter pack, he got  
  
  
his bearing before he picked up the handles and proceeded home at his fastest  
  
  
stable speed.

  

He was making record time back to

   
his home. He did stop every now and again to catch his breath and check the  
  
  
medicomp battery and readout. When he saw the back of his house, he was glad  
  
  
that he lived on the cul de sac of the oval block and his backyard was the last  
  
  
part of the developed zone. A quick scan of the area told him that the coast  
  
  
was clear and so he proceeded as quickly and stealthily as he could. He made to  
  
  
his backdoor and fumbled with the lock for a brief second before he entered,  
  
  
dragging the litter behind him and shutting the door.   
  

His home was a 'one and half story'  
  
  
as they called it. A couple of storage rooms, a small bathroom and the door to the  
  
  
hanger were on the ground level with the two doors that lead to the outside;  
  
  
while the main living quarters were up a switchback set of stairs. He brought  
  
  
the litter to the stairs, a brief moment of calculation, and proceeded to drag  
  
  
his load up the stairs. The turn actually presented him with no trouble, for  
  
  
which he was grateful, and he was soon up the stairs and in the living room

   
with little effort.  
  

The main living quarters consisted  
  
  
of large open area that served as the dining room and living area while the  
  
  
kitchen was an adjoining semi-walled in room with a counter that connected to  
  
  
the living room. The bed room was on the opposite side of the kitchen,  
  
  
quartered off from the main section by only a half wall, no door. There was a  
  
  
bathroom up here as well, though significantly bigger than the downstairs one,  
  
  
a den that Jason used as another random storage room and another set of stairs  
  
  
up to the roof.

  
  

He gently laid the litter down on  
  
  
the floor and unzipped the sleeping bag. He shuffled through the tattered cloth  
  
  
remains and checked to see if any lacerations had gotten worse over the trip.  
  
  
Having been satisfied that all was well, he hefted up the dragon ever so  
  
  
carefully and took it to his bed. He set the bloody and muddy form down on the  
  
  
bed from the left side, not caring how dirty the sheets got, and reached behind  
  
  
him for the house medicomp. Clamping it onto the dragon's right arm, he watched

   
as the monitor on the wall came to life and received an update from the field  
  
  
device. The switch was made without complication and Jason took off the field  
  
  
medicomp and placed it in a charger mounted in the wall under the main med  
  
  
comp's monitor.   
  

He looked up at the monitor as a  
  
  
full injury report came onto the screen. A see through model of the dragon was  
  
  
in view and rotated as spots were highlighted and the injuries identified. He  
  
  
gave an appreciative whistle.

  
  

"You're one lucky fellah. Twenty  
  
  
four fractures, five bruised ribs, a field of bruises, seven torn ligaments,  
  
  
serious internal bleeding, a concussion and a moderate case of hypothermia." He  
  
  
turned his gaze back to the figure on the bed and the mud covered body. The  
  
  
dragon's breathing had become deeper and more regular very soon after being  
  
  
hooked up to the machine. He repositioned the dragon and folded the arms up and  
  
  
pulled the covers up over the arms. _No  
  
  
sense in helping the hypothermia._  
  
   The machine estimated at least 23 more  
  
  
hours until the creature would be in a state where it could regain

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

An'karra was in that oh so  
  
  
enjoyable limbo stage between sleep and awake. The point where the mind is  
  
  
booting up, aware of only that you're awake, and nothing else. More senses came  
  
  
online as her brain forced her to wake up. A sizzling sound, clanking of  
  
  
dishes, a warm surrounding and the pleasant smell accompanying the preparation  
  
  
of food. She slowly wiggled her head and snuggled into the warmth and tried to  
  
  
go back to sleep.

  
  

It was then that her brain started  
  
  
shouting warnings at her. How was she in a nice warm bed? The last thing that  
  
  
she could recall, she had just crested a low lying mountain range to get back  
  
  
to the gate to her home. She'd ended up cresting the mountain and plunging  
  
  
directly into the storm of the century. It came back to her in flashes,  
  
  
incomplete fragments that her battered brain tried to organize--lightning, gale  
  
  
winds and rain. She opened her eyes and found some sort of card on a nightstand  
  
  
next to her head. Her eyes took a second to focus for her to read the printed

   
words:  

_You're cordially invited to witness the_

  
  

_blissful union between_

  
  

_David Morrison and Stephanie Ong_

  
  

_April 12, 2065_

  
  

_5 O'clock San Clemins Church_

  
  

_San Jose, CA_

  
  

_(Google it)_

  

In a smaller, hand written message:  
  
  
'See you there little brother!' An'karra blinked. She was still on Earth, and  
  
  
IN someone's home. _Not good,_ was her  
  
  
immediate response. She'd been seen by humans, she started to fret. Well, it  
  
  
was calm around her, no obvious signs of press or much of any activity. The  
  
  
clock on the wall read 11:30 AM April 12, 2065 PST. Well, someone was getting  
  
  
married today, she pieced together that much, and it was probably the sibling  
  
  
of whoever's house this was. _No point in  
  
  
being covert. I've got to get out of here._  
  
  She thought and started to get  
  
  
up.

  
  

She quickly wished she hadn't. Half  
  
  
way through sitting up the sedatives gave out and could no longer shield her  
  
  
from the immense pain she was in and her mind became aware of the battered  
  
  
state of her body. She let out a loud, pain infused cry of anguish and fell  
  
  
back down. She was in the process of trying to get back up again when a man

   
came into the room from around the corner.  

"Easy there!" he said as he rushed  
  
  
to the dragon's side and cupped his arm behind the creature to help its ascent.  
  
  
It feebly put its arm against his chest and tried to push him away while trying  
  
  
pathetically to scramble to its feet. One glance at the frightened look in its  
  
  
eyes frantically whipping about, looking for other dangers, or maybe just a way  
  
  
to escape; and he could feel the terror shoot to his core. "It's okay! It's  
  
  
okay! I'm not going to hurt you!" he urged her. Whether it believed him or had  
  
  
just exhausted itself, he didn't know, but it stopped its struggling for the  
  
  
most part. Unfortunately, the frightened look remained in the eyes. "It's okay,  
  
  
I'm a friend. I'm not going to hurt you," he said more calmly as he provided  
  
  
support to keep the being upright; not even sure if it could understand a word  
  
  
he said. It was probably scared out of its wits. Probably no idea what had  
  
  
happened, injured and in unfamiliar surroundings--probably being discovered as  
  
  
well. "You're safe here." He tried to say as convincingly as possible. "No one

   
knows that you're here." It stopped struggling and with a great effort, looked  
  
  
him steadily in the eyes; trying to tell whether he was telling the truth or  
  
  
not. "You're in my house. I live alone and no one saw me carry you in, I  
  
  
promise." He said as genuinely as he could. "I found you out in the forest and  
  
  
in pretty bad shape. I was surprised that none of the scavengers had found you  
  
  
with all the blood and all. I brought you back here to heal you." He helped it  
  
  
to the headboard when it started to rely more heavily on his support to stay  
  
  
upright. It shivered noticeably and pulled the covers further up over a portion  
  
  
of its neck. "My name's Jason by the way. You don't have to tell me yours if  
  
  
you don't want to." It looked at him for a moment. He wasn't even sure if it  
  
  
could even speak, let alone his language. It took a moment, but it answered  
  
  
several questions in one sentence.  
  

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

  
  

"Well, Miss Laraeth, you're welcome

   
but you're barely out of the woods, so please," he said ever so politely,  
  
  
taking a look at the monitor to check her condition. "Try to take it easy or  
  
  
you'll do more damage to yourself and undo all the healing that's already been  
  
  
done." He fixed and rearranged the comforter over her legs and propped another  
  
  
pillow against the head board behind her. "You're probably thirsty." He saw her  
  
  
lick dry lips and could even see how parched her mouth looked in the dim light.  
  
  
"Healing takes a lot out of the body. Especially one that's as damaged as  
  
  
yours. I'll be right back." He left the room for a moment and she took the time  
  
  
to survey her surroundings. There was a balcony door on her left with thick  
  
  
curtains blocking the view into the house. In the far left corner was a shelf  
  
  
with a couple rows of books and some other miscellaneous objects that her eyes  
  
  
were to fatigued to identify from a range. A large, flat screen was opposite of  
  
  
her and a couple of office chairs sat in the room. Several pictures on the  
  
  
walls kept the room from being sparkly decorated, but she couldn't see them  
  

   
clearly in the low light. Jason then reentered; carry a heavily laden tray over  
  
  
his right shoulder and a small foldable table in the other hand.   
  

"Do you feel up to eating  
  
  
something? Your body needs the nutrients." He unfolded the tray next to her and  
  
  
set the tray on it. The smell permeated the air and made its way up her  
  
  
nostrils. The appetizing scent elicited a clearly audible rumbling from her  
  
  
stomach. Her face took on a smirk of embarrassment. He just smiled  
  
  
encouragingly back at her. "I'll take that as a yes." With an air of great  
  
  
practice, he deftly set the table next to the bed and easily slid the tray onto  
  
  
it. "I have no idea of your tastes, so put together a bunch of stuff. I hope  
  
  
there's something here that peaks your interest." He reached over to a dial on  
  
  
the wall and lightly increased the lighting before exiting briefly.

  
  

An'karra looked at the generously  
  
  
stacked plates on the tray and could recognize almost all the items right off  
  
  
the bat for they were among her favorites from home as well as this planet. She

   
saw steamed carrots next to a bowl of similarly cooked broccoli, a bowl of  
  
  
mashed potatoes dashed with parsley accompanied a smaller gravy container next  
  
  
to it, a _fresh_ baked loaf of bread, a  
  
  
grilled chicken breast, some kind of stew, a bowl of broth and a plate of some  
  
  
sort of fried patties which she concluded was the target of her stomach's  
  
  
interest.  
  

"I've also got an apple pie cooling  
  
  
on the stove if you feel the need for something sweet." Jason said, entering  
  
  
the room holding a large glass of water and a pitcher in the other hand."  
  
  
An'karra looked up at him, speechless for a moment; jaw hung open in awe.

  
  

"I-I don't know what to say." She  
  
  
stuttered. "Thank you' just isn't enough. I already owe you my life and on top  
  
  
of that, you prepare a feast that probably took you well over a day. I don't  
  
  
know how I can ever repay you." She was about to continue on being obsequious  
  
  
when Jason pulled up a chair and sat down, setting the pitcher on the  
  
  
nightstand.

  
  

"Well, get something in your system  
  
  
and recuperate. That'll be plenty enough for me." He held the glass out to her,

   
to see if she could manage to take a sip. He saw her face flash a grimace as  
  
  
she tried to lift her arm and scooted his chair closer. He slowly put a hand  
  
  
under her chin and brought the glass up to her lips. Her skin was cool to the  
  
  
touch, not nearly as freezing as before, but enough to make him question if  
  
  
cold water was the best choice.   
  

He threw that thought out of the  
  
  
window as she drained the glass effortlessly. He pulled it away, careful not to  
  
  
dribble any on her, and refilled the glass from the pitcher. She only took a  
  
  
few small gulps before she tipped him off that she was sated.

  
  

"Better?" He asked, topping off the  
  
  
glass and putting down on the nightstand.

  
  

"Much, thank you." 

  
  

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

  
  

"No, not at all; it's more  
  
  
refreshing that way."

  
  

"Good," he picked up a knife and  
  
  
fork, knowing full from his glass test that she was in no shape to feed  
  
  
herself. "So, what would you like to try first?"

  
  

"Oh, my," She stuttered. "I don't  
  
  
know where to start. It all looks so wonderful." She took a moment to looks

   
things over. "I guess those, I've never seen anything like them before." She  
  
  
replied, nosing at the fried patties.  
  

"Ah, country fried steak. One of my  
  
  
favorites and one of my specialties," He smiled as he cut off the end of one of  
  
  
the patties and held it within biting range. "Careful, it's hot." She took the  
  
  
piece in her mouth and her eyes lit up. Jason's smile widened and he continued  
  
  
to cut off another piece.

  
  

"I-," she said after she'd  
  
  
swallowed the first bite. "I'm going to need that recipe from you." He chuckled  
  
  
and sliced off the second piece.

  
  

"I can give you something close,  
  
  
but the rest of it's a family secret." She playfully frowned and pouted her  
  
  
lips but smiled as he held another bite up for her.

  

He spent a good majority of an hour  
  
  
nursing her. Talking to her, she responding a little in between bites. He was  
  
  
just brimming with questions, but did marvelously well in containing them. He  
  
  
poked around a bit, but immediately changed the subject whenever she hesitated  
  
  
to answer. She seemed very secretive about many things; understandable, given

   
what she was. He got up once or twice to refill the pitcher and continued to  
  
  
obey her fancies. It was halfway through the tray of food and well into the  
  
  
third pitcher when she began to blink her eyes in an attempt to rid herself of  
  
  
the sleepiness.   
  

"Okay, I think that's enough. Your  
  
  
body needs more time to rest." He cleared up the tray and came back to help her  
  
  
lie down and tuck her in.

  
  

"No," she put a marginally stronger  
  
  
arm against him and started to protest. "I'm very grateful for your help, more  
  
  
grateful than I can ever express; but I've overstayed my welcome."

  
  

"Nonsense-," He started but she cut  
  
  
him off.

  
  

"I'm well enough to move on my own.  
  
  
I've imposed myself on you long enough. And besides, you have a wedding to get  
  
  
to, and if memory serves me right, southern California is quite a ways from  
  
  
Alaska." She giggled at his stunned face and pointed daintily at the card on  
  
  
the night stand.

  
  

"Oh, heh." He said, playfully  
  
  
smacking his head. "I was just wondering what excuse would be good enough to  
  
  
tell my sister without giving you away. Thought you had read my mind or

   
something."  
  

"Never without permission from the  
  
  
individual first." She said solemnly but cracked a slight smile at his  
  
  
dumbfounded blank stare. "I'm thankful for your kindness, but I've turned your  
  
  
life upside down long enough." She turned herself carefully and was in the  
  
  
process of putting her feet on the floor when Jason walked up to her and  
  
  
started to reverse the process.

  
  

"Your bones have barely begun to  
  
  
fuse. They're in no position to take any weight." She tried to resist him but  
  
  
he effortlessly and gently pushed her back down to bed and pulled the covers up  
  
  
over her. "You've got another two days of healing left to do, so you're not  
  
  
going anywhere." She started to protest once more, but he could see that sleep  
  
  
was overtaking her quickly. "Tell you what, we'll compromise. I'll go to avoid  
  
  
arousing suspicion and you stay here and heal up." She paused for a moment, the  
  
  
nodded. "I put the food in the fridge and when you next wake, sometime tomorrow  
  
  
I think, you should be strong enough to limp around and heat something up." He

   
got a pre-packed suitcase and a cane from the closet and got his keys out of  
  
  
the nightstand, setting the cane next to it. He grabbed her hand which was  
  
  
hanging over the side of the bed and gave it a pat and she returned with a  
  
  
slight squeeze. "I should be back in two days, but if you're gone by then; it  
  
  
was an honor meeting you. You have no need to worry; I'll die before I tell  
  
  
anyone you exist. Your secret is your secret." He laid her hand on top of her  
  
  
chest and turned to pick up his suitcase.  
  

"Are you okay with leaving me alone  
  
  
in your house?" He put on a flight jacket and picked up his suitcase.

  
  

"Break, burn or steal whatever you  
  
  
like." He smiled for the next part. "Just do it after you're fully healed." He  
  
  
was almost out the room when he stopped. "Oh, the microwave is in the kitchen,  
  
  
you need to--,"

  
  

"I know what it is and how to use  
  
  
it;" She managed a big smile, showing some teeth, "go or you're going to be  
  
  
late. And," She said as he was turning towards the door, making him whip about  
  
  
to face her again. "Thank you, very much." He fired a smile back at her and a

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

Jason checked into his hotel later  
  
  
that night, after the wedding and that was the only time he had to himself so  
  
  
he could think about the situation that had unfolded the past couple of days.  
  
  
Tomorrow his family was planning a day full of gatherings, meals and whatnot;  
  
  
so the very earliest he could leave without raising suspicion would be the next  
  
  
day after tomorrow. He climbed into bed and tried to get some sleep, even  
  
  
though he knew he wouldn't be able to.

  

An'karra woke late the next morning  
  
  
to a grumbling stomach, and began to move herself very carefully. She stretched  
  
  
slowly, stopping whenever she felt the slightest protest from herself. She  
  
  
arched her back, popping the lazy--but functional--vertebrae back into operation.  
  
  
She sat up, legs over the edge and slowly ascended, gradually putting her  
  
  
weight onto her legs. She went to the monitor on the wall to take a look at her  
  
  
condition. All the breaks had healed and disappeared. There was still some torn

   
tissue and bruising, but the concussion was gone and she came to the conclusion  
  
  
that she could move about. She found the washroom and freed herself from the  
  
  
dirt and blood as much as possible; arms, face and the like. She avoided  
  
  
jumping into the shower, fearing that the medicomp might not react too well to  
  
  
water. She took a minute to find the best way to use the head and relieved  
  
  
herself. Her stomach rumbled again and she limped across the living room to the  
  
  
kitchen. She reheated some of the food from the previous day; which didn't  
  
  
taste quite as good as it did before, and limped back to the bedroom.   
  

She hobbled over to the bookshelf  
  
  
in the far corner and after a brief perusal, grabbed the first volume of  
  
  
something. She got pulled in fast and spent the afternoon finishing it. It was  
  
  
different from the human literature she was used to seeing. It was much like  
  
  
her world, dragons, gryphons, and various other sentient animals on a world;  
  
  
except that they were at war with humans. There were similarities to her own

   
world that surprised her and beckoned her to read on. She was finishing the  
  
  
second novel late that night and preparing to get the third one started when  
  
  
the back flap caught her eye as she was closing the book. The author's picture  
  
  
in black and white, but she easily recognized Jason's face.  _Huh._  
  
  
She felt herself flush with embarrassment.  
  
  
_So that's why his mind was so jumbled,_  
  
   _he  
  
  
must be ecstatic to see me,_  
  
  she concluded. She'd been monitoring him during  
  
  
their brief time together--not exactly reading his mind; more like just his  
  
  
emotions--and was perplexed by her unclear reading of him. He'd been 'containing  
  
  
his curiosity', and most likely bursting at the seams with questions.  

She woke the next morning feeling  
  
  
in tip top shape; well, at least compared to yesterday and certainly the day  
  
  
before. She felt much like her old self. There was still some stiffness in her  
  
  
muscles but nothing too trifling. She was nearing the final quarter of the  
  
  
third book when a series of beeps from the medicomp on her wrist drew her

   
attention to it. There were a couple of slight clicks and it split open on one  
  
  
side. She took the armlet off and watched the system go back into standby mode.  
  
  
She set the book on the nightstand, got up and stretched. She ran her hands  
  
  
over her body and tattered remains of her clothes, physically checking herself  
  
  
out. Her horn was still broken and that caused her to frown, it would be some  
  
  
time until that was regrown; but everything else appeared to be fine. She  
  
  
hesitated for a moment. Her healing was done, should she leave? It didn't seem  
  
  
right, let alone polite. He'd saved her life, sheltered and healed her. _I'll cook him dinner._ She declared in  
  
  
her mind. He'd cooked her a meal, so she'd cook him one She'd try her best to  
  
  
repay him for his kindness.  
  

She went to the kitchen and took  
  
  
stock of what was in the fridge. She spied a rib roast buried a layer in and,  
  
  
licking her lips, pulled it out and planned to have ready for dinner. Jason was  
  
  
supposed to be coming back today and he probably wouldn't have been able

   
probably be too tired to cook for himself, let alone two. She dressed it up and  
  
  
stuck it in the oven, leaving it to slow roast over the next third of the day.  
  
  
She went back into the fridge to see what was in the crisper when she heard a  
  
  
series of beeps followed by some low whirring noise coming from the bedroom.  
  

She walked in on the computer going  
  
  
through a self scan and was about to head back to the kitchen when another  
  
  
window popped up on the screen asking if it should repair some fragments. She  
  
  
knew enough about human technology so she 'okay'ed it and the window shrunk to  
  
  
reveal Jason's wallpaper; another dragon of course. It was a rain cloud filled  
  
  
sky with one hole letting a ray of sunlight shine through and a dragon soaring  
  
  
through it on the upper right. Quite a piece of artwork. She was attempting to  
  
  
leave again when the cleaning program finished and brought up the folder that  
  
  
contained to repaired files.

  
  

She was amazed, to say the least.  
  
  
Thousands upon thousands of dragon pictures. She sat down and perused through

   
them a little, giggling at the absurdity and outlandish characteristics of some  
  
  
of them. She found a sub folder also labeled 'Dragon', opened it was even more  
  
  
surprised.  
  

Porn! A lot of porn, and mostly  
  
  
dragons from what she saw, no humans. She felt herself blush, but didn't stop  
  
  
looking. All of varying quality, it reminded her of when she was younger, back  
  
  
in her parent's home with her cache of naughty pictures. Except none of these  
  
  
were real of course; although some were incredibly detailed and talently  
  
  
crafted. She felt herself growing pleasantly warm as she continued exploring  
  
  
Jason's computer but was startled when a window from the text messaging program  
  
  
appeared with the person on the other asking 'You're home already?!'. Without  
  
  
hesitation, An'karra hit the switch and killed the computer.

  
  

She took a moment to calm down and  
  
  
clear her mind before she got up to continue her tasks. She explored the house  
  
  
a bit and found a change of sheets which she used to swap out the bloody mud  
  
  
covered ones she'd made. She found a pair of shorts and a shirt folded on a

   
chair with a paper on it that read 'Ankarah' and giggled at the misspelling.  
  
  
She picked them up and headed into the bathroom.  
  

She let the shower heat up as she  
  
  
peeled the remnants of her clothes off and dropped them in the hamper. She  
  
  
stepped under the water and relaxed, letting it flow over her body. She felt  
  
  
the tension in her drain with the water to the floor and out; the mud washed  
  
  
away, taking the blood with it. She shuddered a little as she came to grips  
  
  
with her brush with death. Her hands were shaking and she found it near  
  
  
impossible to pick up the soap bar at the moment. She let out a loud, prolonged  
  
  
sigh as she reviewed the last couple of days.

  
  

She hadn't died because she'd been  
  
  
incredibly lucky to have stranger come across her battered form. A stranger  
  
  
whose first impulse was to help an injured creature he knew nothing about;  
  
  
regardless if it was a danger to his own well being. A stranger who'd give the  
  
  
shirt off his back if you asked him to, even if he knew nothing about you. A  
  
  
stranger who was so selfless and packed the personality like the one that she

   
wished she could find in a mate again some day; a kind, considerate and  
  
  
charming one. She finally found the serenity to grab the shampoo and lather up  
  
  
her hair, rinsed and repeated to make sure she'd gotten all the muck out.  Satisfied that it had returned to its proper  
  
  
shade of sunset gold, she proceeded to clean the rest of herself, enjoying the  
  
  
hot water.  
  

She inhaled sharply as her soapy  
  
  
hands brushed over the lips of her sex. She'd begun to be so turned on while  
  
  
exploring Jason's computer, her body hadn't quite settled back down. She  
  
  
thought to herself, why not finish the job? How long had it been? Almost a  
  
  
month now since her last release. _Far too  
  
  
long._  
  
  She thought as she leaned her back against the shower wall,  
  
  
transferring weight onto her tail. She rubbed her lips, inserting a finger  
  
  
every now and then, teasing herself. The head of the shower was angled so the  
  
  
water hit her stomach and coursed down through her crotch, adding to the  
  
  
pleasure. She grabbed the shampoo bottle again and started to rub it lengthwise

   
along her slit, fantasizing that the finger grips were ridges on a male's cock.  
  
  
She leaned for a while, moderately teasing herself, enjoy it to its full  
  
  
extent; one hand pumping the shampoo bottle, the other playing with her  
  
  
nipples.   
  

Her breaths become more labored as  
  
  
she nears her climax and her actions speed up. She closed her eyes, myriads of  
  
  
naughty images flashing through her mind, some from Jason's computer; some from  
  
  
her own experience. Her unconscious mind throws an image of Jason mating her  
  
  
hard and she nearly slips as her eyes bolt open. Completely shocked by what her  
  
  
mind had just showed her, but with her body so close to release, her instincts  
  
  
are in control of her motor functions and she can't throw it from her mind;  
  
  
rubbing even faster to the scene playing in her head, all the while furiously  
  
  
blushing. She cries loudly, roaring proudly as she climaxes in the shower as  
  
  
well as in her fantasy. Jason cums a split moment after she started and they  
  
  
pull together in a kiss as he empties his load into her depths. Her juices

   
spray out, going in all directions. Some of it hits the shower walls, some  
  
  
splashes up on her face while a lot just flies through the air to the floor.  
  

After a while, she opens her eyes,  
  
  
back in the shower, her breaths slowing and becoming more even. Maybe it was of  
  
  
the long time since her last climax, or the fantasy running through her head...possibly  
  
  
both; but she'd just had one of the most intense orgasms she's ever  
  
  
experienced. So intense in fact, that her claws had pierced the shampoo bottle  
  
  
which was now oozing over her hand. She licks her lips, taking in her juices,  
  
  
as she peels the bottle off her claws, smiling to herself, the after glow of  
  
  
content filling her. She placed the bottle back on the shelf; she'd worry about  
  
  
an explanation later, and resumed the process of tidying up.

  
  

She heard the door shut from the  
  
  
floor below and someone start walking up the stairs and hurried to finish  
  
  
showering.

  

Jason walked up the stairs,  
  
  
dragging his suitcase up behind him. Coming up to the second level, he set his  
  
  
case against the wall and went to the bedroom. He blinked a couple of times,

   
clearing the sleep from his eyes; jet lag and sleeplessness overtaking him.  
  
  
She'd changed the sheets and had made the bed; but she was no where in sight.  
  
  
The medicomp was back in its slot on the wall, the system was in standby. He  
  
  
let loose a sigh and his shoulders sagged. _Well,  
  
  
it was still one hell of an experience._  
  
    
  

He walked to the kitchen and saw  
  
  
the oven on. He looked in and saw the roast, looking above, he saw the time  
  
  
left; three hours. He stood up, and a sound filtered through to him. Walking  
  
  
away from the kitchen and the exhaust fan, he heard falling water and the sound  
  
  
of skin squeaking on the floor of the shower. He smiled to himself, she was  
  
  
just taking shower. A happy sigh left him as he went back to the bedroom; three  
  
  
hours was enough time for a nap.

  

Jason stretched his arms above his  
  
  
head, trying to take in as much of the sun as possible; his fingers probing  
  
  
into the warm sand. He recognized this place; it was his and his alone. He must  
  
  
be asleep, that and during day dreaming were the only times that he came here.

   
It was a beautiful beach with emerald and sapphire water serenely lapping at  
  
  
golden white sand and tropical scenery to match. This time, it was late  
  
  
afternoon; still enough light to see clearly, but late enough for the sky  
  
  
overhead to be exploding in a plethora of dazzling oranges and golds. He closed  
  
  
his eyes once more and a sigh of content escaped his lips.  
  

He had always envisioned himself  
  
  
alone of his beach, so he was surprised when he heard footsteps displacing the  
  
  
sand and approaching him. He was temporarily blinded by the setting sun when he  
  
  
turned his gaze on the approaching stranger and a shocked look overcame his  
  
  
face when he recognized An'karra as the figure standing over him.

  
  

She was wearing what every fantasy  
  
  
girl wore on a dream beach: a white, two piece bathing suit that left very  
  
  
little to the imagination. Her skin was smooth and unmarred; her horns curved  
  
  
slightly over her head, unbroken and her wing sails were undamaged, opaque in  
  
  
the sunlight and refracting rays in all directions to give her a golden aura.

   
She knelt down next to him, putting a finger to his lips to stifle anything  
  
  
that he could've uttered. Taking the finger down, she leaned forward and  
  
  
pressed her lips against his. A brief second of confusion was all that passed before  
  
  
Jason returned the kiss in earnest. She pushed him back onto the sand and they  
  
  
spent several passionate moments playing host to each others' tongue.  
  

She broke the kiss, sat up and  
  
  
reaching behind her neck, eyes never breaking contact, undid the neck strap of  
  
  
her top before removing it completely in a seductive fashion. Tossing it off to  
  
  
the side where it lay, forgotten; she straddled his legs and continued the  
  
  
kissing. Without breaking contact again, she guided his hand to the strap on  
  
  
her bikini and let him do the rest while she ran her hand down the front of his  
  
  
trunks, stroking his stiffening member from the outside. He tossed her cloth  
  
  
with the top and she stopped the kissing again, taking a moment to look deeply  
  
  
into his eyes before she slithered down his body, tantalizingly teasing every

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

She hooked a finger through the  
  
  
drawstring and pulled his trunks off with a little helpful movement from him.  
  
  
His member shot up proudly into the air as it escaped the confines of his  
  
  
trunks. She licked the tip delicately, eliciting a pleasure laden sigh from him  
  
  
and she smiled at that. Seeing it pulse in unison with his heart and a bead of  
  
  
precum appear on the tip, told her that he had no tolerance for teasing and was  
  
  
ready and willing to jump ahead to the fun stuff. Without preamble she took the  
  
  
whole length into her muzzle and began to give Jason a trip to heaven. Her head  
  
  
was soon bobbing up and down at a feverish pace as Jason's hands stroked her  
  
  
head, running his hands through her hair and around her horn bases, scratching  
  
  
her eye ridges.

  
  

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

  
  

His hands grabbed fistfuls of her  
  
  
hair as she wrapped her fully prehensile tongue around his shaft and squeezed;  
  
  
and he yelled as he came in her mouth. She drank of him with a greedy need and

   
sucked him dry, savoring the taste. Her head came back up to his and they  
  
  
kissed, sharing her work and his joy between them.  
  

He then deftly but gently rolled  
  
  
her and with her onto her back so their roles were now reversed. She shifted  
  
  
her wings into a comfortable position behind her and he gave her a loving smile  
  
  
before he proceeded on his journey downward, giving the nipples some seconds  
  
  
attention before she ushered him lower, wanting to skip straight to the good  
  
  
stuff as well. She spread her legs open and straightened her tail below him,  
  
  
using the tip to play with his cock. He blew gently cross her slit; she  
  
  
shivered at the sensation and gave him a look that urged him to continue.

  
  

He started at the bottom and did a  
  
  
slow, deep lick to her clit. He wormed in one of his fingers, tongue  
  
  
continuously teasing her button. She let out a moan and rubbed his head gently  
  
  
as he continued his ministrations. He inserted a second finger and began to speed  
  
  
up he pumping of his hand, speeding up his tongue's actions in tandem. Her

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

She screamed his name as she  
  
  
clamped onto the sand below her, her legs digging deeply into the surface as  
  
  
she climaxed. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of her snatch and  
  
  
continued to lick feverishly as her sweet nectar flew into his face and mouth.  
  
  
Her climax lasted a while and Jason dragged it out as long as he could; giving  
  
  
her, her own due slice of heaven.

  
  

Her orgasm subsided and she  
  
  
beckoned him up to her and proceeded to lick his face clean of her mess. He  
  
  
matched her actions with ardent kissing while he aligned his body with hers,  
  
  
rubbing the tip of his member tantalizingly across her still extremely  
  
  
sensitive slit. They pulled apart and looked lovingly at each other for a long  
  
  
moment. No words were said, none were needed, as An'karra put her hands on  
  
  
Jason's shoulders and gave him a look that implored him to continue. He lined  
  
  
up with her slit and slowly entered her. He leaned his head against hers and  
  
  
they shared a joined exhale of exhilaration as he hilted himself in her hot

   
center. She laid her head back in pleasure and he attacked her neck with ardent  
  
  
kisses, ranging from her shoulders all the way up to her lips. He paused,  
  
  
letting them both enjoy the feeling before he continued.  
  

He gained a rhythm and gradually  
  
  
began to increase his pace; eventually ceasing his attack of kisses as they  
  
  
locked gazes once more. She was panting heavily, though no more so then he was,  
  
  
and her legs locked around his waist. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly  
  
  
as she began to climax, roaring with pleasure and sending Jason over the edge  
  
  
with her. Her essence squirted out of the action going on between them and  
  
  
soaked into the sand. Jason let out a yell of his own as he slammed into her as  
  
  
far as he could go and fired his seed into her silky depths, some leaking out  
  
  
of their bond and dribbling down into the sand. He bent down and locked lips  
  
  
with her and they shared the kiss through their orgasms.

  
  

Eventually, seemingly long for the  
  
  
two participants, their climaxes ended and their lips parted with their owners

   
laboring for air. They embraced, his member still hilted inside of her, and  
  
  
they cuddled, wanting to share their afterglow of contentment as well. He  
  
  
rolled onto his side and she curled up in him, her head against his chest. He  
  
  
looked down at her and she looked up at him.  
  

"I love you." He declared, voice a  
  
  
strained whisper from heavy panting, but still infused with ardor and  
  
  
happiness. She looked at him with a smile, beautiful eyes looking deeply into  
  
  
him and opened her mouth--.

  
  

And he was abruptly awake.

  

An'karra dried herself with a towel  
  
  
that Jason had somehow provided for her in the scant seconds he'd had before he  
  
  
left and put on the shirt and shorts. She rinsed her dirty scraps in the shower  
  
  
and hung them to dry, not sure what else to do with them. Maybe she could find  
  
  
some material to mend them; or ask Jason for some kind of replacement. She exited  
  
  
the bathroom and looked about for Jason. Hearing a low snoring, she went to the  
  
  
bedroom to checkup on him.

  
  

She found him plum tuckered out and  
  
  
fast asleep; curled up almost into a ball on his side in the bed. She untucked

   
the comforter and was in the process of draping it over him when he stretched  
  
  
out, changing position. He was still dressed for a formal occasion and his  
  
  
dress pants did almost nothing to hide the raging erection that was occurring  
  
  
underneath. She blushes for the third time that day and continues to cover  
  
  
Jason up against the chill in the room. As her hands move down to arrange the  
  
  
comforter over his legs, she tempts fate and runs her hand along the fairly  
  
  
well sized bulge in Jason's pants. Her actions elicit a moan from Jason and a  
  
  
brief admission.  
  

"Oh, An-," the rest is lost in  
  
  
mumbles and snoring but An'karra is sure of what she heard. Maybe he was  
  
  
fantasizing of her just as she was of him, or he could be involved with an  
  
  
actual Anne of some sort and thinking of her. Going back to the many gigs of  
  
  
dragon porn on his computer, she leans against the former. She blushes even  
  
  
more, thinking about the situation and a wide smile appears on her face. She  
  
  
could thank him in the way that only a lady knew how. He could've very well

   
demanded it as payment for saving her life, but it wasn't even remotely in his  
  
  
personality; and she was of the firm belief that what she had seen in the hour  
  
  
or so they'd spent together before he'd gone to the wedding was all that there  
  
  
was to see. The idea had obviously occurred to both of them, so why not act on  
  
  
it? She gave the bulge another friendly pat before leaving the room.   

Jason awoke to the slight sound of  
  
  
clanking dishes and sat up. He stretched and put on his glasses that he'd left  
  
  
on when he fell asleep and that had fallen to the floor. He finger combed his  
  
  
hair and stood up, heading into the living room.

  
  

"Well, hello there; welcome back."  
  
  
An'karra cheerfully greeted him from across the room where she was setting the  
  
  
dinning table. Her voice had healed as well and was now as fluidic, sweet and  
  
  
soothing as a harp made out of honey. It also had a twinge of an accent on it,  
  
  
almost of a British nature. She was wearing the dark blue shirt and gray shorts  
  
  
that he'd allocated for her and she looked beautiful in the light coming from

   
above the table. Her broken horn did nothing to dampen her attractiveness to  
  
  
Jason. The shirt looked a little on the snug side and he could now see her  
  
  
breasts create a shadow against the light. Having been so preoccupied with her  
  
  
life, he'd not noticed them before; he felt proud of that. But now, since the  
  
  
dream, he began to look at her like he'd fantasized so often before.  
  
  
Remembering that she could read minds, he quickly shifted his thoughts  
  
  
elsewhere. "Get enough sleep? I didn't wake you did I?"  
  

"No, no, no," he hastily denied,  
  
  
"Internal clock went off." He paused, at a loss for words. "Wha- what is all  
  
  
this? You're _my_ guest; _I_ should be cooking for _you."_ He added a smile to take out any  
  
  
unintentional sting that may have been received.

  
  

"Well, this is the only thing that  
  
  
I could come up with that could slightly show my gratitude." She returned the  
  
  
smile. _Until recently that is._ She  
  
  
added in afterthought. "I guessed that you'd be too tired from your traveling  
  
  
and sleepless nights to cook for yourself, let alone two. Looks like I guessed

   
right. You have the best timing of anyone I've ever met. First, you find me on  
  
  
my way 'out the door'. Then, you wake up right as I'm about to go wake you up  
  
  
for dinner." She smiled at him and he returned it.   
  

"What can I say, innate sense of  
  
  
timing? Sixth sense?"

  
  

"Whatever it is, I'm grateful for  
  
  
it. Now go get washed up and come sit down."

  
  

Jason obeyed and walked into the  
  
  
washroom to tidy himself up a bit. He was about to leave when he noticed the  
  
  
trail of shampoo leading from the ledge in the shower to the drain. He picked  
  
  
up the punctured bottle, looked it over a brief second before throwing it in  
  
  
the garbage, it having drained the rest of the way.

  
  

"You know," he said jokingly  
  
  
walking back into the dining room, "you don't have to squeeze those shampoo  
  
  
bottles so hard to get them to open." She stiffened for the briefest of  
  
  
moments, quick wit coming to her aid.

  
  

"I heard a door slam, scarred me  
  
  
half to death before I remembered you live here." She replied. "I'm sorry; I'll  
  
  
find a way to replace it." He nonchalantly walked to a cabinet filled with some

   
wines.  
  

"That's not necessary, you're my  
  
  
guest; plus I told you that you could break anything you wanted to." He threw  
  
  
her a smile over his shoulder. "Do you like wine? I've got some that I've been  
  
  
saving for a special occasion that I'd like to share."

  
  

"I'd be delighted." She replied,  
  
  
supplying glasses from the cupboard.

  

The meal was spectacular, more so  
  
  
for him than her. She was saving her good time for later; he was flying at the  
  
  
opportunity to just share a meal with her; above the superb quality of the  
  
  
food.

  
  

"I got to read your books by the  
  
  
way." She said while he refilled her water glass.

  
  

"Really. What did you think?"

  
  

"I liked them," she said earnestly.  
  
  
"It bares some similarities to my own world."

  
  

"Like what; if you don't mind my  
  
  
asking. I know you want to remain secretive and won't be offended if you don't  
  
  
want to talk to a human." She smiled back at him across the table.

  
  

"Actually, there are humans where I  
  
  
come from as well." His eyes went wide as he sat back down in his chair and she  
  
  
smiled before she continued. "I'm still going to hold you to your oath of

   
silence to the death from before." He gave a silent nod and she continued to  
  
  
fill him in on her world; the history, the different species, the culture. The  
  
  
talk went on for an hour or so after the sun had set. Jason was allowed to vent  
  
  
many of his questions and he just fired away at An'karra; who answered everyone  
  
  
in turn. Another storm had brewed up about the town and it started to rain  
  
  
heavily as the sun set.  

Jason eventually got up to take  
  
  
care of the leftovers and dishes. An'karra tried to get up to help, but Jason  
  
  
put his hand up in protest.

  
  

"Please, you've done enough. I can  
  
  
handle it." She sat back down, not wanting to start an argument and continued  
  
  
to talk to entertain him while he worked. "So you were saying, Earth is  
  
  
actually a vacation spot?"

  
  

"Half and half actually. Some come  
  
  
for a vacation while there are others whose jobs are to 'keep tabs' on your  
  
  
kind as it were."

  
  

"So what was the purpose of your  
  
  
trip: business or pleasure?" he chuckled.

  
  

"A little business, take a look at  
  
  
world events and stuff; but mostly pleasure, enjoy the countryside." _Pleasure indeed..._she chuckled to herself.

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

"Yeah, they like to hide in the  
  
  
mountains up here."

  
  

"Tell me about it. I had just  
  
  
crested one of those mid range mountains north of here when a gust hit me from  
  
  
the north and pushed me straight into that storm the nearly killed me. I'm so  
  
  
grateful that you found me when you did." He looked at her over his shoulder,  
  
  
there gazes locking.

  
  

"You don't need to thank me, I was  
  
  
just doing what needed to be done. I'm sure that if our roles were reversed,  
  
  
you're the kind that would do the same thing."

  
  

"Well, you certainly gave me  
  
  
something to think about. I thought that this entire planet had gone selfish  
  
  
and if anyone had found me, they would've finished me off and my body would've  
  
  
been in a government laboratory or paraded on the news in less than a day."  
  
  
Jason sighed at that comment.

  
  

"Sad thing is that that's all too  
  
  
true. Most people on this planet would do that for the money if not the fame."

  
  

"But there are some who are better  
  
  
than that, I know there are. You're not like that, and I'm sure that you're not

   
alone." She urged.  
  

"Thank you. I guess we're both  
  
  
lucky that it was I that found you then. I get to find out that fantasy is  
  
  
reality and you didn't end up on some dissection table and get to go home." He  
  
  
let out a barely audible sigh as he finished rinsing the last of the dishes. "I  
  
  
suppose that you'll be heading home tomorrow then." His head sagged and the  
  
  
sadness was in no way hidden in his tone. "Being fully healed and all."

  
  

"Well," she said getting up and  
  
  
walking over to him. "I am overdue on my return."

  
  

"Don't tell me you're leaving  
  
  
tonight, I won't have it. You're likely to get into more trouble if you go out  
  
  
in that. You can leave in the morning when it passes." He started to get very  
  
  
defensive about her well being.

  
  

"Okay," she attempted to soothe  
  
  
him. "I promise no cavorting around in the pitch black thunderstorm outside."  
  
  
She chuckled and he smiled at her. Everything abruptly went silent and dark as  
  
  
the power went out.

  
  

"Oh bloody hell piss up a tree."  
  
  
Jason spat out and An'karra laughed at his oath.

  
  

"So much for not cavorting around

   
in the dark." She chided as he got a flashlight out of the cupboard. He  
  
  
switched it on and the light immediately began to dim.  
  

"Oh man, you gotta be frakking  
  
  
kidding me." He cried with exaggerated exasperation. "I'm sorry, I'm going to  
  
  
go look for some candles, best not move." He took the fading light and went to  
  
  
one of the storage rooms. "The power rarely ever goes out, that's why I've  
  
  
never changed the battery in this flashlight."

  
  

"You only have one in your entire  
  
  
house?"

  
  

"Well, no," he yelled from the  
  
  
other room. "Chances are that all the others are as equally as dead as this one  
  
  
is. Here we go." He came back into the living room with a box full of three  
  
  
dozen or so assorted candles and set them on the table. He pulled one out and  
  
  
fumbled around for a lighter in his pockets. Finding none, forgetting that he  
  
  
never smoked, he went to his nightstand and got his old one that he had for  
  
  
emergencies. He'd seen 'Aliens' and knew Zippos could save lives. "Oh mighty  
  
  
Zippo, hallowed is thy name, please save us." He chanted with as much solemnity

   
as he could muster; his face mouth cracking a grin and ruining it all. An'karra  
  
  
laughed and applauded as the lighter ignited on the first strike. He lit one  
  
  
and set it one the table and continued to light more as she took some out of  
  
  
the box and chain lit them off the first one.  

"Well, that was interesting; where  
  
  
were we?" She asked as she took her glass of wine and sat down on the sofa in  
  
  
the living room; Jason following suit. The entire room was festooned with  
  
  
candles, a real romantic atmosphere had settled in. All the better for  
  
  
An'karra.

  
  

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

  
  

"Well, okay, what do we do in the  
  
  
mean time?" she asked, not insinuating anything just yet.

  
  

"Well," he mused. "You're  
  
  
telepathic-"

  
  

"Right?" She nodded.

  
  

"And didn't you say that people on  
  
  
your world see learning other peoples' lives is like an honor of some sort."  
  
  
Another nod. "Well, you read my books, so I guess you can read my mind then."

  
  

"Really?" she asked surprised.

  
  

"Really. Consider it a 'going away'

   
present of sorts." He smiled at her.  
  

"You're sure?"

  
  

"Yeah I'm sure. As long as it  
  
  
doesn't hurt or mame me in some way." He added hastily.

  
  

"No, nothing even close to that.  
  
  
It's just that it's really, important to have the full cooperation of the one  
  
  
being read. Not everyone can do reading, so there's a strict code for us that  
  
  
can."

  
  

"Well, you have my full  
  
  
cooperation." She took another sip of wine before she set the glass down and  
  
  
faced him, motioning for him to do the same. They scooted closer, sitting a  
  
  
mere hand span apart, knees slightly knocking into each other.

  
  

"Gimme your hands." She took his  
  
  
hands in hers and leaned her head forward. "Now, lean your head against mine  
  
  
and try to empty your mind, think of nothing." He attempted his best to do what  
  
  
she asked as she continued to give soothing directions. "Relax, let your mind  
  
  
empty, close your eyes...and watch." He closed his eye and suddenly, there was a  
  
  
bright flash in his mind's eye and then, memories.

  
  

His life began to replay for him.  
  
  
He didn't consciously remember every moment, but he remembered it as it came up

   
and passed; forgetting it again as it receded into his long term memory. His  
  
  
childhood, early school, high school years, friends, holidays, gatherings,  
  
  
college, his work life, his family. The recent wedding, birthday parties,  
  
  
meetings with friends and then his discovery of An'karra. It definitely didn't  
  
  
surface in order, but he knew it all. His imagination surfaced, his stories,  
  
  
the ones he hadn't written...his inner most thoughts. He'd imagined himself as a  
  
  
dragon, a bronze orangish one, and had had many dreams of it. His stories were  
  
  
based off those dreams. He'd also had a mate as a dragon, another dragon; a  
  
  
golden one. His fantasies came about now, his mate and him, in a bedroom in the  
  
  
middle of passionate lovemaking. He was still in contact with his body and he  
  
  
felt himself start to become aroused be these memories. He squirmed a bit,  
  
  
starting to think that this wasn't such a good idea. The image shifted to the  
  
  
fantasy of An'karra on the beach with him and he felt his face swell to three  
  
  
times its size as he blushed; really starting to believe that this was a really  
  

   
bad idea. The image shifted again, more random events. The dinner with her  
  
  
sitting opposite of him was the last thing that he saw before the link was  
  
  
ended and he was back in control of his body and mind.  
  

He opened his eyes and tilted his  
  
  
head up, coming face with face with An'karra and her stare. His face was as red  
  
  
as a tomato and he was about to try to explain himself when she started to move  
  
  
closer to him. He finally took notice of the look in her eyes and found her  
  
  
stare to be one of longing; of desire and not of anger nor anything else. She  
  
  
made contact, pressing her lips against his, stunning him and stifling any  
  
  
action other than two; acceptance or rejection. She had her lips against his  
  
  
and was starting to second guess herself, getting worried when he didn't  
  
  
reciprocate. Had she gone wrong? Should she not have done this? Too soon? _Oh gods, what have I done?_  Maybe she should bolt down the stairs and out  
  
  
into the night.

  
  

Her thoughts were quelled when  
  
  
Jason leaned into her and returned the kiss with ardor.

  
  

 

Their lips mingled for several  
  
  
minutes, hands moved to caress each others' head, neck and shoulders. The lock  
  
  
was finally broken; they separated, gasping for air. Pausing for a second,  
  
  
looking into each other; An'karra then began to advance, kissing him and gently  
  
  
pushing Jason's back against the couch and taking position on top of him; her  
  
  
hand wriggling its way up his shirt to knead his chest. His hands explored her  
  
  
back, massaging her back muscles, exploring the wing membrane and wing joints.  
  
  
She leaned close to him, licking his neck, inhaling his scent before gliding up  
  
  
to his ear.

  
  

"It's time that I _really_ thank you for saving me." She  
  
  
said in the most seductive whisper. Jason was shocked still for a moment, then  
  
  
broke away from her, taking her hand out of his shirt; she sat up off him,  
  
  
dumbfounded as to what was going on. A befuddled 'merp' sound was all she could  
  
  
manage.

  
  

"You don't owe me anything," he  
  
  
stated facing away from her, "I told you that." A touch of anger seeped into  
  
  
his voice. He finished straightening himself out, and just sat there, not

   
looking at her. She dared to touch his shoulder and started to reach for it.  
  
  
"If that's the reason why you're doing this, please stop." He looked at her as  
  
  
she touched his shoulder.   
  

"Jason..."

  
  

"I don't do 'one nighters'." He  
  
  
looked at her, disappointment and hurt filling his face. He started to get up.  
  
  
"I'm...I'm a long haul kind of guy."

  
  

"Wait." She blurted out. "Wait,  
  
  
please. I've been thinking about you nonstop these past few days." She spat out  
  
  
rapidly, causing him to pause and look at her. "I...I feel something for you,  
  
  
something very strong. I want you; I can't get you out of my head." She took  
  
  
her hand off his shoulder and grabbed his hands in hers. "I don't know if its  
  
  
love or not, but I would really, really, _really,_  
like to find out." A fearful expression accompanied that message and made  
  
  
Jason look at her with thought. "I was hoping that we could give it a chance."  
  
  
She smiled slightly for the next bit, "Sounds silly, I know. But I know that  
  
  
you've thought about me in that way." His face blushed once more and he

   
attempted to hide it, looking slightly away from her. "I know you've been  
  
  
thinking about it for some time...I saw the pictures on your computer." He  
  
  
flashed her a brief surprised glance before looking away ashamedly.  
  

"You probably think I'm a pervert."  
  
  
He muttered ashamedly, still not looking at her.

  
  

"No, not at all; you're just a  
  
  
human with different interests. A pervert would've molested or raped me when he  
  
  
found me; or worse. Not cared for me and healed me like you." She turned his  
  
  
head to face her. "For which I am eternally grateful. Forgetting the  
  
  
compensation angle, I've been thinking about you in that way as well." She sent  
  
  
him her memory from her climax in the shower, and the thought of him in her  
  
  
mind that accompanied it. He stared at her, absorbing what she'd sent him. She  
  
  
took another chance and leaned into him, locking lips once more. He returned  
  
  
the expression much quicker this time. She broke the kiss once more and,  
  
  
smiling, she rose, extending her hand towards him. He took it and she led him  
  
  
to the bedroom where she'd already managed to sneak some candles into.

  
  

 

Kissing some more, she wormed her  
  
  
hands back into his shirt and resumed massaging his chest. He kept his hands  
  
  
near her shoulders, massaging the wing bases as she started to unbutton his  
  
  
shirt. He was fit enough, not a body builder sporting 12 inch guns or a six  
  
  
pack, but he wasn't a slouch either. Flinging the shirt aside, she slowly  
  
  
guided him down to the edge of the bed and bade him to sit down. She leaned him  
  
  
back and made her way down his body, determined to play out his fantasy.  
  
  
Licking his chest and nipples briefly, she sat up on the edge of the bed; he  
  
  
propped himself on his elbows to watch her actions, eyes never breaking  
  
  
contact. She pulled her shirt up and off, pulling her wings out of the two  
  
  
holes she'd torn for them; all in such a seductive matter. Jason couldn't take  
  
  
his eyes off her form, not feeling so shy about where his gaze hit now.

  
  

Her breasts were magnificent, a  
  
  
perfect creamy yellow in the candlelight that blended seamlessly with her  
  
  
stomach. They were perfect, a dark little erect nipple on each one, pert, not

   
too large to get in the way, but enough mass to give her the perfect feminine figure.  
  
  
She had the body of a runner, just the way he imagined. Her stomach was the  
  
  
same smooth creamy texture as her palms that he'd felt. No scars or lacerations  
  
  
remained, giving her the look of being chiseled out of orange marble. Her  
  
  
shorts still hid her great treasure from view.  
  

Tossing the shirt off to the side  
  
  
where it lay, forgotten; she straddled his legs and continued kissing, not  
  
  
keeping it confined to just his head, but his neck, ears, shoulders and chest  
  
  
as well. She ran her hand down the front of his pants, stroking his stiffening  
  
  
member from the outside. He gave a passionate return, enjoying her silky,  
  
  
flawless hide and enjoying her sweet intoxicating scent. They were enthralled  
  
  
like this for an eternity before she paused again, taking a moment to look  
  
  
deeply into his eyes before she slithered down his body, tantalizingly teasing  
  
  
every bit she passed with her tongue and fingers, stopping at his crotch.

  
  

She undid the button and slowly,

   
agonizingly slowly, undid the zipper. Peeling his pants off of him, she smiled  
  
  
at him as his boxers tented after being release from the confining pants. She  
  
  
hooked a finger through the elastic band and pulled his trunks off with a  
  
  
little helpful shifting from him. His member shot up into the air as it escaped  
  
  
its prison. She licked the tip delicately, causing him to flinch and sigh in  
  
  
pleasure. Then, without further warning, she took the whole length into her maw  
  
  
and began to give Jason the trip to heaven he'd dreamed of. Her head bobbed up  
  
  
and down at a feverish pace as Jason's hands stroked her head; running his  
  
  
hands through her hair and around her horns, ignoring the break and focusing on  
  
  
the sensitive bases, scratching her eye ridges. She used one hand to pump his  
  
  
shaft, the other to massage and tease his balls. She ended up giving in to her  
  
  
darker side and brought him to the edge several times, only to back down and  
  
  
smile impishly at him.  
  

She finally went in for her final  
  
  
approach and was sucking and bobbing feverishly on his shaft as she took one

   
her slickened fingers and wormed it between his butt cheeks inserted it in his  
  
  
hole up past the second knuckle. He gave an odd cry of pleasureful protest as  
  
  
she pumped her finger in and out of his hole and sucked him off the edge.  
  

"Oh god, An'karra...uhh," he grunted;  
  
  
his hands grabbed fistfuls of her hair as she wrapped her fully prehensile  
  
  
tongue around his shaft and squeezed; and he yelled as he came in her mouth.  
  
  
The hot fluid splashed in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and  
  
  
dripping on her tongue. She drank of him with the greedy need she'd seen in his  
  
  
fantasy and sucked him dry, savoring the taste. Her head came back up to his  
  
  
and they kissed; sharing the taste between them.

  
  

He came to realize her plan and  
  
  
quickly jumped to fill his role in it. Deftly but gently rolling her onto her  
  
  
back so their roles were now reversed. She shifted her wings into a comfortable  
  
  
position behind her and he gave her a loving smile before he proceeded on his  
  
  
journey downward, giving the nipples some attention before she pushed him

   
lower, wanting him to give his attention to her most needy spot. She spread her  
  
  
legs open and straightened her tail below him, using the tip to play with his  
  
  
cock and keep him hard. He arrived at he slit and gazed at it for a moment.  
  
  
Even I the low candlelight, it was easy to see her eagerness as it permeated  
  
  
the cloth of the shorts, seeping from her fold and oozed down her tail and to  
  
  
either side. He inhaled deeply of the sweet scent, its smell immediately taking  
  
  
over his mind and arousing him further. He grabbed the legs and slowly pulled  
  
  
them down, exposing her sex to the air and tossed them in the general direction  
  
  
of every other discarded article. The smell was intensified, his arousal  
  
  
heightened. He blew gently cross her slit; she shivered at the sensation and  
  
  
gave him a look that urged him to continue.  
  

He started at the bottom and did a  
  
  
slow, deep lick to her clit. He probed it with his tongue for several moments,  
  
  
sampling her juices. They were truly of a sweet nature, not the acidic human  
  
  
variety. He then wormed in one of his fingers, tongue continuously teasing her

   
button. She let out a moan and rubbed his head gently as he continued his  
  
  
ministrations. He inserted a second finger and began to speed up he pumping of  
  
  
his hand, speeding up his tongue's actions in tandem. Her breathing quickened  
  
  
and he doubled his actions to give her the best he could.  
  

"Oh Jason...yes," she hissed as he  
  
  
sped up. He changed his angle several times to find which spot gave the most  
  
  
response. She gave a mild spasm, "Oh yes, just like that." He stopped searching  
  
  
and began to really attack the area that she wanted, causing her to throw her  
  
  
head in various directions as she tried to hold on under his barrage of tongue  
  
  
lashings. 

  
  

"OH GODS JASON!" She screamed his  
  
  
name and roared as she clamped onto the bed sheets, her legs pressing strongly  
  
  
against the bed and arching her back high into the air, pushing her sex against  
  
  
Jason's face, taking his tongue in as deeply as it could go. He continued  
  
  
pumping his fingers in and out of her snatch and continued to lick feverishly,  
  
  
even inserting his own finger into her tail hole. A torrent of sweet nectar

   
flew into his mouth and splashed over his face and her nether regions. Her  
  
  
climax seemed to last for an entire season and Jason dragged it out as long as  
  
  
he could; continuously licking and probing her holes, giving her, her own slice  
  
  
of ecstasy.  
  

Her orgasm eventually subsided and  
  
  
he began to lick up the remnant streams, most had trailed down and soaked into  
  
  
the sheet and floor. She beckoned him up to her with the motion of one finger  
  
  
and proceeded to lick his face clean of her mess. He matched her actions with  
  
  
ardent kissing while he aligned his body with hers, rubbing the tip of his  
  
  
member tantalizingly across her still extremely sensitive slit. They pulled  
  
  
apart and looked lovingly at each other for a long moment. No words were said,  
  
  
none were needed; it was as Jason had imagined it, only more beautiful.  
  
  
An'karra looked up at him, a deep yearning in her eyes; the candlelight  
  
  
slightly reflecting in them. Her body seemed to absorb the minimal lighting and  
  
  
return it in fold, for she seemed to be glowing with the aura he'd envisioned.

  
  

 

An'karra put her hands on Jason's shoulders  
  
  
and gave him a look that implored him to continue. He rubbed his fingers along  
  
  
her cheeks; she rubbed back against them as he lined up with her slit. He  
  
  
looked at her, asking for final permission. She leaned upwards and licked his  
  
  
cheek tenderly in response; and he and slowly began to enter her. He leaned his  
  
  
head against hers and they shared a joined exhale of exhilaration as he hilted  
  
  
himself in her hot center. She laid her head back in pleasure and he attacked  
  
  
her neck with ardent kisses, ranging from her shoulders all the way up to her  
  
  
lips. He paused, letting them both enjoy the feeling before he continued.

  
  

He gained a rhythm and gradually  
  
  
began to increase his pace; eventually ceasing his attack of kisses as they  
  
  
locked gazes once more. She was panting heavily, just as much as he was, and  
  
  
her legs locked around his waist, pulling him back into her repeatedly. Her  
  
  
hands gripped his shoulders tightly as she began to climax, roaring with  
  
  
pleasure and ecstasy. Her contractions squeezed Jason hard and sent him

   
tumbling over the edge with her. Her essence squirted out and around of the  
  
  
action going on between them and leaked down her tail. Jason let out a yell of  
  
  
his own as he slammed into her as far as he could go and let loose his seed  
  
  
into her silky depths, some being forced out by the pressure of their bond and  
  
  
dribbling down her tail, making a mess of both of them. He bent down and locked  
  
  
lips with her and they shared the kiss through their orgasms.  
  

Eventually, seemingly extremely  
  
  
long and too short at the same time for the two participants, their climaxes  
  
  
ended and their lips parted with their owners laboring for air. They embraced,  
  
  
his member still hilted inside of her, and they cuddled, wanting to share their  
  
  
afterglow of contentment as well. He rolled onto his side and she curled up in  
  
  
him, her head against his chest. He looked down at her and she looked up at  
  
  
him.

  
  

"We're not done yet." Was all she  
  
  
said and smiled as she straddled him, cock still buried deep inside of her. She  
  
  
put one hand on him, and the other on the wall and proceeded to ride him into

   
the night.

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