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This story was written for Antoneth as part of his 'Stories for a month' auction win! :3 It contains romantic, first time sexual activity between a male and a herm dragon. <3

Night Below - The First

Dressed in cotton bathrobes tied at the front, hiding what little clothing lay beneath them, the bare, scaled feet of Storm and Sky pattered loudly across the smooth tile floor that surrounded the vast swimming pool hidden away within their owner's mansion. The two dragons ran, hand in hand, towards a smaller pool near the main body of clear, un-chlorinated water. They were red faced beneath their scales, Storm's deep purple body bearing a bright glow upon its cheeks and Sky's pale blue form lit up like a Christmas tree all over his face. Their flushed faces were alight with unmistakable happiness though, and their eyes blazing with nervous anticipation.

Beside the smaller pool, or rather, pit, of orange and yellow slime that seemed to shift and move without any source of current, the two dragons paused. They faced each other, now holding both hands tightly, and glanced back towards the doorway through which they had entered this large, subterranean swimming pool.

Storm was the first to speak, her voice a little higher than usual, as though she was barely suppressing either giggles or sobs beneath every word; perhaps both.

"D-do you think they saw us? Tali and Luna?"

Swallowing thickly, Sky shook his head. He could barely believe that the two of them were down here. Or rather, he could barely believe why the two of them were down here. He had dreamed of this day, he had fantasised about it, and yet when Storm's mind had reached out to him earlier that same day and give him a brief glimpse into the unguarded core of her heart; beyond all those fears and self doubts which were still present in spite of all the progress she'd made, it had taken the male dragon entirely by surprise. Again Sky twisted his head from side to side, confirming that Jennifer's other two slaves hadn't, to his knowledge, noticed them sneaking through the dungeons to get here, and spoke in a giddy whisper.

"And even if they did... no-one will get into this room if you don't want them to."

Sky had learned a great deal about his magic; how to control it under pressure, how to extend it beyond the direct purposes for which various talents were perhaps intended, and now was one of those rare occasions he put it into use for what could be called a selfish end. Of course it wasn't really selfish, for it was much more for Storm than himself, but the dragon was still all too aware of the fact that if anyone in the household ventured down this way and tried to enter the pool area through any of its entrances, he would be the one to carry the blame. The inhabitants of this house did not hold secrets from one another. The inhabitants of this house did not hide behind locked doors.

And yet...

Distantly, though echoing through the large chamber, Storm and Sky heard several doors slamming shut. The male dragon's eyes glowed as he delved into the atomic structure of each door's locking mechanism, and fused the deadbolts into a locked state temporarily.

The glow faded, and Sky smiled at a blushing, thankful Storm.

"Shall we get into the pool now?"

Even as the female dragon's cheeks burned a deeper shade of red in response to Sky's query, she nodded. Her fingers fell to the cotton rope binding her bathrobe shut, and slowly she began to untie the loose knot within it while Sky did the very same to his own robe. Their eyes darted back and forth between one another's fingers, and the wide, eager eyes of the other dragon watching them intently, longingly and oh so fondly.

The closer they came to actually doing this, the more terrified Storm felt. Yet the closer they came, the more she was certain that this was the right thing to do, and that Sky was the right person for her to do it with.

This house... this home, it was so full of love and acceptance. Even the punishments, even the annoyances and bickering which sometimes flared between those who lived here, they were infused with that same passionate, all consuming love.

Nowhere was that love more apparent however, than in the man she had grown so very fond of during her time here. The man she loved, not more, but in a slightly different way to the manner she loved Jennifer, and Tali, and Luna too. And, though she'd dared not believe it or even hope to believe it at first, the man who loved her too.

Together the dragons peeled off their robes, revealing the smooth scales of their lean, agile bodies. Sky's silvery blue scales shimmered beneath the pool room's lights; perfect artificial mimics of natural sunshine, and he blushed a little as he hiked up his light blue swimming shorts upon his hips. In contrast the dark, purple scales of Storm's body seemed to absorb the light of the room; shining radiantly as polished jet whilst retaining their violet sheen. Her red, skimpy two piece bikini instantly made Sky's eyes widen, far more revealing than her usual one piece. Her breasts pushed out confidently from her chest, the front of that bikini top covering her nipples but very little else, and the red thong panties which hugged her loins tightly... well, it was a thong! That said all it needed to about how much, or how little was left to the imagination.

"..."

Even if others had been present, only Storm would have understood the muffled curse which Sky uttered as he stared at her beautiful body. It was an ancient draconic word, part of the racial memory which their magic allowed them to understand and speak, and while there were words in more modern, conventional languages that came somewhere close to its meaning, they didn't carry the same impact as that particular word in that particular language. It wasn't just a curse, but rather an expletive born of the shock directly caused by the sight of pure, unfettered beauty.

The dragoness' cheeks flushed, and she hid her proud, pleased smile behind a swiftly raised hand. Sky wasn't fooled for a moment though, and once he had recovered from the initial stunning impact of that woman's physical beauty he stepped forward and gently wrapped one of his own hands around her wrist. A soft whimper escaped Storm as her bright, beaming features were brought into view once more, but when she made eye contact with Sky and saw the serious, longing expression written clear as day upon his face, she fell silent and still.

Sky swallowed thickly.

Storm shifted upon her feet.

Falling between them, the arms which had come into contact already formed an interwoven embrace of fingers and palms. Together, they squeezed.

"C'mon..."

It was Storm who led the two of them into the pool of shifting, thick orange and yellow slime; a gift from Storm's 'uncle' Max which had brought both dragons and indeed to a lesser extent the other members of the household a great deal of joy and pleasure since its installation. First she, then Sky gasped as their feet descended the steps which led into the shallow end of this smaller but still substantial pit of magically enchanted ooze, the slime frigid to the touch at first. By the time Storm was knee deep in the slime however her body was already beginning to acclimatise, and the wonderful tingling of the slime against her scales had commenced in earnest.

"Ahh..."

As the pair slid deeper into the pool, both now waist deep, Sky let slip a bashful gasp which could either have been one of relaxation or arousal, or perhaps more likely a combination of the two. A few steps ahead of him, leading the male ever deeper as they made their way to the far end of the pit, Storm giggled. She always felt more confident when wallowing in this wonderful substance; whether a result of the soothing tingle which the slime caused when reacting with dragon scales or perhaps the many positive associations and enjoyable experiences she'd had in this pit. Even now, on a day when she was barely keeping her fears and tears under wraps, she couldn't help but feel revitalised and enlivened by the slime clinging and shifting all around her body.

It was only when the two dragons were at the deepest portion of the pit, the slime encasing their bodies to a point just below Storm's breasts, though admittedly a little lower on her taller male counterpart, that they fell still and turned towards one another again. Their eyes met, cheeks reddened brighter than before, and as Sky took Storm's free hand into his alongside the first pair of their scaled paws the dragoness' scales flashed bright with momentary streaks of lightning. Sky grinned, and Storm giggled to herself bashfully once more. Her lightning markings flaring like that betrayed her heightened emotional state for all the world to see, and yet to Storm's surprise and relief she felt no fear in displaying her feelings. Not here. Not with Sky.

"Storm, I w-mmph!"

Whatever Sky was going to say, it could wait. Filled with confidence and excitement, a confidence which for the moment at least outweighed any underlying nerves, Storm knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to kiss Sky; to feel his lips against hers, her tongue in his muzzle. And so, just like that, she flung herself forward across that oh so short distance between them and bumped her lips tenderly to his own.

More flashes of Storm's bright, silvery lightning streaks lit up the dragoness' body as she kissed the man of her dreams, and if Sky could have glowed too, he would have. The kiss wasn't fierce or intense, but it was long, it was deep, and it was filled with such promise for what they each knew was soon to come. Sky's hands released those of the beautiful woman before him, only to wrap themselves around Storm's scantily clad body and pull her closer to him. He held her lovingly, protectively, but passionately too. One hand wrapped itself around her lower back, but the other came to rest deeper in the slime circulating around them, cupping what it could of Storm's tight but curvaceous rear end beneath the gently sweeping arc of her tail.

It was there, in that moment, that a choice was made by the dark scaled dragon. She felt herself tremble in excitement, physical excitement, and through the kiss she was sharing with Sky whimpered in a combination of longing and guilt. Her lips pulled away from his, Sky not trying to re-engage even for an instant as he opened his eyes and saw the sudden fear in Storm's own hues. He didn't remove the hand from her ass though, nor did he release the firm but loving hold which was pressing their bodies tenderly together. If she asked, if she squirmed or fought for freedom he would of course do so in a split second, but until then... until then he wasn't going to let her go. Not now. Not here. Not with him.

'I love you.'

In Sky's mind, he felt Storm reach out with those words. The dragon fumbled for a moment with an outstretched, mental hand, and with a bright flash that made both Storm and Sky close their eyes instinctively, their telepathic magic formed a solid, stable connection.

'Storm...'

The female dragon saw an army, a vast army of vicious beasts clad in chain mail and wearing metallic, demonic looking helms with the bared maw of a tiger embossed upon the face plate. They were advancing towards a tall tower, and on the top of that tower stood two figures. She was one of them, not cowering, not clinging to the other for support, but standing proud and tall with blue and green eldrich fire blazing in her hands. Beside her, back to back, stood Sky. His teeth were bared. His fists clenched, and his eyes closed. Everything was eerily calm and quiet, except of course for the swirling, cataclysmic vortex swelling and boiling in the skies above the approaching army. Storm knew, she didn't think but knew categorically that Sky was the one controlling that impending tornado. Already, a vision within a vision, she could see thousands upon thousands of armoured warriors flying through the air; ablaze with her fire and tossed like rag dolls by Sky's mastery of the winds.

The images faded, and words echoed in her mind in their place.

'... you're the strongest creature I've ever met, and if you fight with me, I'll stand by you till the very end.'

Again Storm saw herself in Sky's mind; not a quivering wreck, not a shameful, sorrowful mess to be pitied and cared for. An equal. A companion not just to care for and cherish, but to revere and look up to. Someone to rely on, to depend on, because no matter what she went through; no matter what hell she faced and how close she came to seeming oblivion, she never gave up.

A deep, ragged gasp for air escaped Storm as the telepathic connection between the pair was severed, both she and Sky staggering a step or two back within the slime surrounding them as they fought to fill their lungs with fresh air. They had been so focused, so utterly captivated by one another's minds, that they hadn't drawn a breath in the twenty seconds or so that their minds had spent in perfect sync. No sooner had they caught their breath however, they fought shakily back through the slime and embraced tightly once more. Storm shuddered as Sky's body pressed tight up against hers a second time round, and she let slip a muffled, happy sob when he kissed her mere moments later.

What followed that latest kiss and the renewal of their embrace was perhaps the biggest leap of faith that Storm had made since the night she stood outside with Sky, amid the rain and the thunder and the crackling lightning, and danced nude for him. The dragoness' hands, clinging to the male's back, began to slide down until they disappeared beneath the cool, tingling slime. She caressed his flanks fondly, rubbing his belly and giggling through his lips when he murmured in an almost cat-like purr. Her hands didn't linger at that level for long though, indeed they barely spent more than the length of that one bout of playful rubbing upon Sky's lower torso before descending further still. Once more the female dragon broke the long, loving kiss drawn out between them, and once more her face flushed crimson. This time however that blush was all too understandable, for it was in that short space of time that her thumbs hooked themselves around the base of Sky's swimming shorts and began to slowly, teasingly lower them down the male's legs.

Sky watched, wide eyed, blushing and so utterly stricken with joy as Storm bit her bottom lip to contain her excitement. She was stripping him. She was rendering his body naked with her own two hands, and while that wasn't a first in itself the implication of what she was doing to him was all too clear. Storm was stripping him... so that he would have a reason to strip her.

"O-ohh..."

The very moment that Sky felt the tingling of the thick slime reach his crotch uninhibited by the fabric of his swimming shorts, he shuddered in what could only be called pleasure. He and Storm knew all too well what this slime could do to their bodies; a side effect of the overall vitalisation and stimulation of their scales being that any softer, more sensitive draconic tissues exposed to it were afflicted with an even greater volume of that same stimulation. Indeed Storm had confided in him that she had been indulging herself in this very pit for quite some time, something which never made it easy to swim or relax here without thinking about certain purple scaled dragons getting up to no good on that same spot. More-so, much of the very tenderness and intimacy that had led them to this point was shared between them in this very pit.

Nothing however, not even the mutual self-exploration which they had indulged in together beneath the surface of the slime almost a week ago, compared to what was planned for today.

With his hands trembling as they rose up out of the slime, his pale, silver-blue scales shimmering with an almost mirror-like shine, Sky's fingers fell upon the rear ties of Storm's bikini top. He felt the female stiffen at his touch, and ceased for a moment without actively removing his hands. She looked deep into his eyes, and he smiled at her reassuringly. For a moment the dragoness sought out his mind again, and saw herself standing high atop that tower with Sky proud and powerful by her side. Her lightning markings flashed, and her eyes narrowed in determination.

A soft gasp echoed around the pool area as Sky unfastened the knot of the female's swimwear, and smoothly, like a sheet of silk caught in a spring breeze, the two scraps of fabric covering a portion of Storm's breasts fell away, joining Sky's shorts somewhere deep in the thick, shifting mass of magical slime.

Not for the first time in their association, Sky stood, captivated by the undeniable sexual beauty of the dragoness' breasts. On this occasion though there was one key difference to the past times in which the male had been permitted to gaze upon such beauty. Now, unlike any other time, he knew there was an underlying imperative to which he was free, even encouraged to work towards. Something Storm had told him just before they ventured down here, and which her eyes had continued to plead and beg for no matter what else they showed.

'Push me. I trust you, Sky. I trust you with my life. So... whatever happens tonight, whatever we do, or don't do... please, push me to my limit. I don't want to be afraid anymore. I want someone to touch me. I want someone to see me, and feel me for what I am.'

So, with that in mind, and with Storm's beautiful, semi-nude body standing, blushing before him, Sky did just that.

He pushed the dragoness, and grinned as her eyes widened, her arms windmilled, and she toppled back into the slime with a shriek of surprise.

A few seconds later, as Sky stood, head tossed back and howling with mirth as he relived the expression on Storm's face over and over, the dragon felt something touch his left leg. Then his right leg. Whatever that something was, it was strong, and it had already secured a rather strong grip.

The male's own eyes reached the size of dinner plates, or so it felt as the truth dawned upon him, but it was too late. Beneath the surface of the slime Storm's strong arms pulled Sky's legs out from underneath him and both dragons vanished below the surface of the slime pit.

Under the surface of the slime, with their bodies completely submerged, it was surprisingly warm. Storm and Sky embraced, or rather, grappled at one another as their minds reached out playfully to share what their voices, ears and eyes couldn't take in while beneath this thick, gooey medium. Laughter, Sky's howls of mirth and Storm's wild giggling, echoed within their heads as they sank to the bottom of the pool and wrestled affectionately. Legs kicked, wings flapped and tails thrashed, but beneath the surface it had little apparent effect. Storm bucked and squirmed madly as Sky began to tickle her flanks, that on top of the slime's constant, pleasant and almost ticklish tingling more than her body could handle in any sane sort of fashion. She pinned him to the base of the pool in return, and in a moment of playful exuberance smushed his face lovingly between her bare breasts.

All too soon though, even their magically enhanced capability to hold their breath couldn't keep them beneath the slime any longer. Had they been able to breath deeply before sinking the pair might have been able to spend ten, maybe even twenty minutes down below, but under the circumstances they were forced to surface after about four.

When they did break the surface, gasping for air and trembling with excitement, both dragons were grinning. All the emotion and tense gravity which had surrounded their situation seemed to have temporarily dissipated in the whirl of activity that Sky's playful push had spawned, and both Sky and Storm were eager to take advantage of that fact. They flung themselves together once more, splashing down into the slime but not sinking this time as it responded to their subconscious desire to remain at least semi-buoyant. Their lips met in a deep, joyous kiss, and even when that had ended Sky's muzzle kept on making contact with the beautiful dragoness before him. He kissed and nibbled at her neck, eliciting a soft gasp, he kissed her shoulder and the outstretched fingers of one hand, making her giggle, and in an impetuous burst of unthinking passion, he kissed the peak of her right breast; wrapping his muzzle around the stiffened pink tip and running his tongue along its surface before he could do anything to stop himself.

Storm's eyes widened as she shuddered in pleasure, and she stared down at the man attached to her breast like a suckling infant. Her grip on his body tightened at least twofold, quite possibly several times more so in a manner that would have been dangerous to anyone without strong scales covering their form. For a brief moment, a millisecond or two, she considered pulling back and hiding herself; covering her chest and turning away from the man attempting to touch her in a manner she simply wasn't ready for yet. But after that brief, almost instinctual response had passed she remembered who this was, where they were, and how they'd come to be there. Not through coercion, not through force and brutality, but through mutual agreement. A shared hope, a shared love, and a shared desire.

"D-don't stop..."

Storm heard her voice utter those words as though from a great distance, that vast expanse covering her past selves' disbelief that such a plea could ever leave her lips. She also heard herself whimper; a happy whimper, a giddy whimper, and closed her eyes to savour the moment as she felt Sky's paws slide down around the tight globes of her buttocks once more in a gesture that could only mean one thing. He wasn't going to stop. Indeed, he was going to take things further than Storm had ever gone before. He was about to strip her naked, and touch her in a manner she had never been touched before by another living soul. At the speed, the pace, and the way she wanted.

Storm moaned and quivered, half in longing, half through sheer nerves, as she felt Sky peel the already oh so revealing thong panties from the curve of her ass. She felt the cool, tingling embrace of the slime against her bare nether regions; against her tight rosebud, her slit, against every inch of herself, and felt tears spring into her eyes. Tighter, more desperately she clung to Sky as her fears and worries swirled and gathered like the ominous vortex of her champion's tornado. She wanted to feel good, she wanted to feel free to indulge the feelings which she knew that Sky wanted to grant her. But... now that she actually found herself face to face with those sensations, and felt herself reacting; swelling in response to the damnable slime coating her body from the chest down, all that shame and terror was coming flooding back.

Their bodies, entwined, naked, began to respond stronger and more noticeably to both the sensational slime around them and of course to one another's presence. Sky growled as his pale blue manhood began to rapidly stiffen, losing the degree of control required for a dragon to keep their maleness tucked away within its barely visible scaled pocket. More arousing than his own growth however, to the shimmering, blue-silver scaled dragon at least, was that of Storm's own body. The whole household had known from the start that Storm was different; that she was a hermaphrodite, and that she had been persecuted for it by her past owner. They had also known that was one of the key causes of Storm's apparent shame in her own body, and fear of intimacy. Not only because she had been so badly treated overall, but because that side of herself in particular had been so set upon as one of the root causes for why she deserved to be beaten, and mocked, and shamed, and... and far, far worse.

Yet to Sky, to everyone in this household for that matter, the idea of Storm possessing the traits of both man and woman had been enthralling and arousing. Jennifer had given her time, outright commanding her other slaves to give Storm as much time as she needed, but they themselves had never needed any time to consider whether or not Storm possessing a cock as well as a pussy was a good or a bad thing. To each of them, from their point of view as sex slaves, the possession of dual genders would have been endless in its benefits. Twice the pleasure, twice the capacity for giving and receiving, twice the variety for their mistress to indulge herself!

Thus, as Sky felt Storm's maleness press against his right leg while it continued to stiffen and swell, it broke his heart to see the dragoness stony faced and shaking her head, eyes closed and clearly fighting to stop herself from pulling away from him and calling this entire evening off.

Mercifully, Sky saved her that impossible choice. He released her from his embrace, though taking her hands tightly into his as he did so, and took a step back from her, settling his feet on the base of the slime pit once more.

Storm looked at him.

Sky looked back at her.

The dragoness sniffed, two bright, vibrant tears running down her cheeks in heartbreakingly perfect tandem, and sobbed in wordless shame and regret.

For quite some time, ten minutes, fifteen, maybe twenty, the two dragons stood face to face, hands in hands. Storm weeping, Sky watching, offering what comfort he could through words, smiles and the ever present, unspoken reassurance that he loved her.

All that while, even amid Storm's sobbing, they remained erect and aroused. Their bodies had waited so long for this moment that even as their minds disconnected entirely from the thought of sex or sexuality, their hearts and physical beings found themselves incapable of letting go.

With the passing of time, slow and painful as it was, Storm's eyes did dry and her sobs quietened until she fell still and silent at arms length from the man she adored.

Another short while later, she sighed, and spoke two hollow, rather hateful words.

"I'm... pathetic."

Sky wanted to scream. He wanted to yell at her. To take her in his arms and squeeze all that sorrow and shame and madness out of her.

He wanted to kill the tigress who had done this to the woman he loved. To track her down, to dig into the depths of her mind with his telepathy, and kill her with the most brutal nightmare from the darkest depths of her subconscious mind.

Instead, however, he smiled.

"You're beautiful."

Storm looked up, towards Sky, and chuckled dryly.

"I'm a mess, Sky."

The male dragon shrugged.

"So?"

Storm looked at him in disbelief. Sky pressed on with his explanation.

"How many times do I have to tell you I love you before you realise that it's not some idea of you, or future version of what you could become that I love. It's you, Storm. You. If you're a mess, I love the mess you are, and everything that makes you that mess. Just so long as you're you... whatever that becomes, whatever that means now, or next week, or in a year, you're beautiful, and you're incredible."

The dragoness closed her eyes for a moment, shivering as the slime around her body caused her manhood to react. A look of horror crossed her face and she opened her eyes once again, staring intently, accusingly at Sky.

"How can you say that? H-how can you call me beautiful, never mind anything else, when you've never even seen my whole body."

Another shrug from the dragon, his gaze still unfaltering. Storm growled under her breath, almost annoyed at his arrogance; his certainty. How could he be so sure... so sure about something that he didn't know, when she knew first hand that the very opposite was true. A moment later his voice rang in her ears once more, and she felt another pang of anger alongside one of shame and fear.

"Then let me see."

She cast her head downward. In the one bastion of logic still intact within her mind, Storm knew that Sky was right. Of course he was right! If she wanted him to prove it, the easiest and most obvious way to do so was to simply show him her body and let him make that choice on an informed basis.

But... in order to do that, she had to expose her manhood to him. And if she did that, Storm felt as though she would lose everything she had come to cherish in this place. Her friends. Her family. Her room. Her clothes. Her privacy. Her hope. Her dignity.

If they saw what she was... what a foul, unnatural abomination she was...

"Or... let me touch it. I know you do. You've told me that you do; down here, when you're alone, underneath the slime so you don't have to look. You know it feels good, and... and you keep doing it, so it can't be that shamefully bad, can it?"

Storm opened her muzzle to argue.

And...

And...

And closed it again, unspeaking.

She watched, paralysed by fear and wonder, as Sky smiled at her silence.

He took a step forward. One of his hands slipped out of its bond with one of hers.

He took another step forward. They were so close together now, and as though trying to prove that point Sky kissed Storm's neck. She opened her muzzle, trying to say something; to protest, to fight back, anything that meant she wouldn't have to go through with this. But something, quite possibly her own heart and soul, kept her from saying a word.

Sky stared deep into Storm's eyes, reached out, and touched her left flank with his right hand.

She whimpered, but didn't move.

"You are so beautiful, Storm."

That hand of his slid down, off her flank and onto her left thigh. It spread itself out, and squeezed her tender flesh lovingly.

"An amazing friend. An incredible dragon."

His hand withdrew, and Storm shivered in momentary dismay, almost opening her muzzle and begging for its return.

An instant later, the soft fingertips of Sky's hand made contact with the very tip of Storm's erect member. He wrapped his hand around her length, and squeezed fondly as the dragoness reached out with violently shaking arms to steady herself against his shoulders.

"The woman I love, for everything she is... and everything I know she could be."

Sky stroked Storm's erection. The dragoness sagged against him, eyes closed, tears streaming down her cheeks, heart pounding in her chest like a jackhammer. She could feel wall after wall crumbling inside her; so many fears, all intertwined and reliant upon one another to re-enforce their strength, failing as that cornerstone of all she had been abused into believing turned to dust beneath Sky's tender touch.

She wasn't an abomination.

She wasn't a hated, vile beast that deserved only pain and misery.

She was...

She was loved.

She was cherished.

She was... beautiful.

"Oh Sky..."

The dragoness held nothing back. She moaned the name of the man touching her cock, a cry filled with boundless adoration and excitement as she was filled by the overwhelming pleasure which could only come from being touched by another body. Never before had someone pleasured her with good intentions, never before had Storm truly known what was meant by a lover's touch.

He stroked her again, and again. Up and down, up and down. Storm's hips bucked, twitching, thrusting her maleness up against his squeezing digits. She sobbed. She giggled. She felt a wave of pleasure swamp her senses, and wailed happily into Sky's neck as she flung her arms tighter still around his strong, scaled body.

Like anyone being touched by a beloved partner for the first time though, never mind someone in such an emotionally and physically heightened state as Storm, the time between the first tender touch applied to the dragoness' member and the moment at which she was truly overwhelmed by the pleasure those touches were bringing her was almost cruelly short.

After six strokes of Storm's member, spaced out over perhaps twenty seconds, the dragoness was eagerly humping back at Sky's hand. She was kissing him, or rather, she was trying to kiss him amid a flurry of helpless moans and cries, and as he stroked her again, then once more in rapid succession, any attempt to maintain contact between their lips was entirely cast aside. Storm tossed her head back, giggling and calling Sky's name, before burying her face in his neck yet again and proceeding to launch into a fresh volley of emotionally charged tears. This encompassed strokes nine to thirteen, and took that first pleasurable venture for the pair into the realm of a full minute.

It was then, on what should have been the fifteenth tender stroke of Storm's erection by the gentle hand of her champion, that Sky instead chose to squeeze the length within his grasp and rub Storm's throbbing, aching head with the pad of his thumb.

Storm's eyes widened. Her body shook from head to toe, and in a broken, rasping whisper, she uttered a variant of that same draconic curse which Sky had uttered what felt like an eternity ago upon seeing her bikini clad body. Lightning forked over Storm's dark scaled body as though the heavens themselves were descending upon her, blinding Sky with its luminous brilliance.

Storm shone, charged with joyous, pleasure stricken magical energy, and climaxed within Sky's embrace.

"...!"

As Storm's manhood strained and twitched within Sky's grasp, the dragoness did not cry out in any manner beyond that initial expletive and a series of desperately giddy whimpers and groans. She was far too caught up in enjoying the sensations surging through her body of course, far too busy truly enjoying the feel of an orgasm through her male side without any guilt or shame to sully it to be aware of that fact, but so it remained. Her cum poured out into the thick slime surrounding the pair of dragons with such force that Sky could have sworn he felt it displace the cool, thick ooze between them, though admittedly that could have been the slow but steady motion of his hand helping to draw out Storm's euphoria for as long as physically possible.

While the pleasure of that first peak was undeniably and incredibly intense though, it wasn't the overwhelming ecstasy of the orgasm which would forever linger in Storm's memory. Indeed that portion of the evening was yet to come, and instead it was the sense of relief which found itself burned forever into the back of the dragoness' mind; the sudden, acute awareness that she was cumming, spilling her seed at the behest of Sky's tender paw and fond, loving words, and that he was still right there with her. Indeed with every fresh ejaculation, every new ribbon of hot, sticky seed to issue forth from her member and every wave of pleasure which came with it, Sky's deep, joyous growls and adoring words of encouragement only grew louder and more energetic.

"Oh god, Storm... if only Jen could see you now. If only you could see yourself!"

Even as the female's powerful orgasm reached its apex, and with a single trembling cry from Storm began to wane, his voice continued to soothe and warm her thundering, pounding heart.

"Enjoy it, Storm. Enjoy every moment, and remember that there's so much more to come. I swear to you, this is only the beginning."

And even when Storm felt her body giving up, not just ceasing its shuddering, writhing and pleasure stricken throbbing but all higher functions, descending into a helpless state of near-slumber as for the first time in her life she experienced a sexual afterglow with no guilt or fear of discovery to get in her way, still Sky's voice was there to carry her into the waiting arms of peaceful, complete post orgasmic relaxation.

"My princess. My hero. My champion. Y-you're the most amazing creature I've ever met, Storm. How could I not adore everything about you? H-how could I not love you?" ***************

It was fifteen minutes later that another word was spoken by either of the pair, that quarter of an hour having passed by in a haze of tender passion; cuddling, kissing, weeping and watching one another's smiling, tear stained faces with wide eyes and rosy cheeks. By the time Storm had pulled herself free of the thrall which her orgasmic afterglow had produced, she and Sky were no longer floating in the deep end of the slime pit. Instead they were resting by one edge of the pool, Storm seated upon a purpose built step fitted into the deeper end for just this sort of relaxation. The slime rose to about half way up her stomach, while Sky, standing before her, was covered up to his heart. Face to face, the two dragons smooched and murmured happily.

It was then that Storm broke their prolonged silence, and in the process proved to Sky just how much of a confidence boost their recent sexual interaction had been.

"W-Will you make me cum again, Sky?"

The dragoness blushed as she spoke, but didn't break eye contact with the suddenly giddy, grinning male before her. He nodded eagerly, flung his arms around Storm in a fierce embrace, and kissed her yet again. He didn't actually say anything, but the response was everything that the female dragon had hoped for.

"Will you make love to me?"

Within the slime, Sky shuddered violently as the tingling ooze wrapped around his twitching blue hard-on seemed to caress him like a velvet glove. He growled savagely, lustily. Storm turned bright pink beneath her dark scales, and giggled.

She liked this. This strange new feeling. Was this really how Tali and Luna felt when they beckoned Sky into their rooms or down to the dungeon for some fun? Was this how Jennifer felt, having all of her slaves surround her, faun over her eager to please and pleasure?

If this was what sex could do to a person... even a person as messed up as her, Storm thought that she might be able to make a life for herself here after all. Not just as a friend and servant, but as a fully functioning member of this passionate, playful household.

Besides, if feeling like this made Sky look at her in the way he now was... not with fondness or hope, not with attraction or enthusiasm, but with raw, animal lust..?

She liked being sexy.

She liked being wanted.

Was she ready to throw her legs open for everyone in this household to enjoy? No. Not quite yet.

But... right here, right now, was she ready to give herself to Sky?

To be taken by this dragon who had done so much to bring her to this point?

No.

She wasn't just ready. She was desperate.

She couldn't... she wouldn't wait! Not any longer. Not after a lifetime feeling so...

Empty.

"O-ohh god, Storm!"

Sky gasped, his entire body convulsing with shock and overwhelming longing as the dragoness whose embrace had been getting steadily stronger as they kissed and gazed deep into one another's eyes suddenly delved between them with one questing, confident paw. For as long as they'd been positioned here the male's member had been pressing up against Storm's body, twitching, straining against one of her thighs. There was no way that the dragoness hadn't known it was there, but neither of them had mentioned it for fear that Storm would pull away, or that Sky would expect her to pull away and do so of his own accord. Now though that issue became a thoroughly moot point, because upon reaching down between the two of them Storm's hand had actively sought out the male's member, and wrapped her hand hungrily, eagerly around its girth.

"Storm... w-what are you... a-ahh..."

Gently, lovingly, Storm tugged on Sky's erect shaft, pulling the male ever closer to her body as she shifted forward upon the step of the slime pit. She blushed anew, feeling a little light headed as her breathing grew shallow and rapid. Sky wasn't the only one somewhat stunned by her new-found forwardness. Her own guilt, far too deeply engrained to have been cast entirely aside by one shameless orgasm, screamed at her to stop; to run, to hide before she was caught and beaten for her despicable conduct. It was in many ways that very guilt which urged her on though, for Storm now knew something that she hadn't dared hope for before today and before the orgasm which she had experienced at Sky's hand. She knew that guilty inner voice could be silenced. She knew that she could be free, even if only for a few short, wonderful minutes. And maybe if one orgasm kept her guilt and shame at bay briefly... a lot of orgasms, passionate, regular, deliciously induced orgasms would one day cast her shame aside for good.

With a soft moan and a burst of over-excited, rather girlish giggling, Storm wrapped her legs around Sky's waist and pulled him closer than ever to her body. She felt his cock brush against her crotch, against the nub of her clitoris, and the smooth scales which hid the pocket from which her cock would have doubtlessly been protruding had it not experienced an earth shattering climax just twenty or so minutes ago. The contact with her clit was more than enough to set loose a fevered moan though, and when Sky heard her moaning so openly and lustily he couldn't help but engage her muzzle in one more deliriously happy kiss.

Storm's eyes shone as she tore her muzzle from that of the male dragon some endless, wonderful, breathless time later. Filling her lungs with fresh air; cool, crisp air pumped in through ventilation ducts directly from the mansion's grounds, she leaned in close to Sky's face once more. Rather than kissing the handsome dragon yet again however, she moved in closer still and whispered into one of his ears.

"Please, Sky... put it in me."

She had released the male's shaft already, but it was obvious that was what she was referring to. That fact didn't stop her repeating herself though, taking considerable delight in being able to use a little of the lewd, sexy language she had heard come out of Tali's muzzle first-hand.

"I want you to be the first of my new life here. M-my first lover. My first fuck."

Under these circumstances Sky might have objected to anyone else calling what he and Storm were about to engage in together a 'fuck'. Indeed in his mind what they were about to do was about as far from the casual, light hearted act which a 'fuck' seemed to imply as it was possible to be. Yet upon hearing those words leave Storm's muzzle, suddenly a fuck was exactly what this was. The most meaningful, beautiful, perfect fuck ever to take place between two furs, but a fuck nonetheless.

Sky grinned, and rubbed his snout against that of the female dragon when she drew back from her whisper. He kissed the side of her muzzle when she paused, nuzzling him back, and whispered fondly back at her.

"Do you believe me now, Storm? That you're beautiful... that no matter what I feel, or what I see about you, I'll always love you?"

The dragoness whimpered, and her cheeks burned, but while she didn't say yes... she crucially did not say no either. Sky beamed, victorious.

"Say it one more time, Storm. Tell me what you said before... t-tell me you want me to make you cum again."

Storm's entire face glowed crimson beneath her purple scales. She was happy, but she was a little bashful too as she reacted to the male's comment.

"I... I never said I wanted you to. I asked if you would."

The male dragon wasn't going to accept that as an answer; not now, not after the confidence and passion he'd seen in Storm. He wanted her to remember this act from beginning to end, and to know that it was her fire that gave it the spark from which all their future passions would burn.

"Then say it now. Tell me you want to cum. Tell me you want me to make you cum. Tell me... and I'll do it. I swear, I'll hold you, and take you, and... a-and we'll remember it for the rest of our lives."

The rest of their lives. That was the part of what Sky said which really stuck in the female dragon's mind as the two of them clung to one another tenderly, so close to embarking upon the sweetest and most intimate of journeys together. Until recently, it was a rare occasion that Storm had found cause to look beyond the here and now for fear that her world would come crashing down around her as it had in the past. Now though, particularly right now, with her body finally waking up to the possibilities that lay in wait for it as long as she remained in the company of all the wonderful furs which comprised Jennifer's household, the thought of an entire life meant something very different to the dragoness.

She closed her eyes, not for more than a moment, blinking in an oh so natural, split-second manner, and in that instant saw a life not yet lived flash before her shimmering hues. Many a time she had considered the bad things which could happen to her; rejection, abandonment, betrayal, pain and misery. But what if that wasn't the case? What if her life was... good.

She saw herself lying in bed with Jennifer, giggling at some joke her mistress had told and snuggling up into the fox's warm, soft fur. She saw herself being chased around the gardens by Luna and Tali summer after glorious summer, darting through sprinklers, taking flight to escape them only to feel them grabbing at her feet, tickling and dragging her back down into one mammoth embrace. She saw Sky's lair; illuminated by flaming torches, the male dragon standing in the shadows with glinting eyes and a throbbing, stiff erection dripping pre-cum. Night after night. Week after week. Month after month. Years. Decades. A life of sex. A life spent in bliss.

Tears filled the dragoness' eyes anew as her eyes fluttered open in the wake of that momentary blink, Storm finally able to see why Tali, Luna and Sky cherished not just being slaves to a kindly woman like Jennifer... but sex slaves in particular.

A life filled with moments like this, populated by memories of long, lustful days spent mating or preparing to mate, of touching, kissing, embracing and loving in every manner physically possible, was the polar opposite of the life she had left behind.

"I... I want you to make me cum."

The dragon's eyes widened in surprise and delight. He hadn't actually thought that Storm would say it, at least not in such clear, unambiguous a fashion. Now that she had done so though, he was more determined than ever to live up to his side of the bargain. What came next, therefore, tipped his judgement from certain to undeniably desperate!

"I need you to make me cum, Sky."

Within moments two shaking, scaled hands were resting upon Sky's member; one from each dragon involved in this loving, lustful pairing. Together they guided his erect shaft towards the place it now felt almost destined to come to rest, as though the world might freeze upon its axis if they weren't allowed to complete their love-making. It didn't matter that they couldn't see what they were doing through the thick, yellow and orange slime, because they could feel everything. Their bodies were so eager, so sensitive that the slightest contact made each of them squirm and shudder, and there was nothing slight or gentle about the way their bodies were touching now.

Sky kissed Storm on the tip of her snout as his cock's own tip rubbed up against her clitoris, directly stimulating her nether regions for the first time and making the dragoness cry out in helpless bliss. Around Sky's waist the female's legs clenched tightly, and as she felt his shaft slide just a fraction lower, brushing up against the now exposed, bare pink flesh of her treasure, she closed her eyes in heady anticipation.

"Storm..."

The male's lips kissed her snout again, then her forehead, then the spot directly between her eyes.

"Let me see you, please. D-don't close your eyes... not for this. I need to look at you. I need you to look at me... s-so you know how much this means. So you know how happy I am to be here. T-to... to be fucking you."

It was those last few words which did make Storm's eyes flutter open, her muzzle twitching up in a warm smile as her cheeks flushed. Already it was becoming clear that particular term would mean something special to this pair; something entirely against the grain of what it might normally mean. Some partners had a special kiss, or a way of touching during sex that was special. Some partners had pet names, or their own personal position. Sky and Storm meanwhile, from their very first time, had that special word that meant so much to each of them; the more experienced male, and his giddy, oh so shamelessly and wonderfully naughty lover.

Fucking.

Eye to eye, amber hues locked onto one another, both Storm and Sky shed a tear as the male dragon's hips pushed oh so slightly forward and his erection slid between the lips of his new lover's most intimate regions. They didn't speak, they didn't moan, they didn't sob. Tears ran down their cheeks in almost total silence, heavy, ragged breathing aside, as they took that first step into the unknown together. Never in Sky's life had he been with another dragon, and never in Storm's life had she been with a man whom she had chosen to make love to.

They paused, just for a moment, and shared a wet, rather clumsy kiss, their minds clearly on other things besides their muzzles at that point in time. Lips met, smacked, smooched, and parted with a mutually desperate whimper of excitement.

"Now?"

Sky asked the question.

"Now."

And to her joy, not to mention Sky's too, Storm answered.

Her legs squeezed his hips, begging, urging him to act, and the male dragon did just that. His cock slid into Storm's treasure smoothly and rather quickly, her tight depths accepting him far more readily than he expected, and with their eyes wide open both Sky and Storm were privy to the truly beautiful sight of one another's reactions to finally, finally feeling their bodies united in sexuality.

With his bottom lip trembling, Sky blushed, beamed, and sniffed happily, while the woman clinging to him so tightly, the woman whose nether regions had more than seven inches of dragon member now resting within them, could only stare, rosy cheeked, while little by little she fought off a violent barrage of urges that ranged from her kicking and screaming in pleasure to breaking down and sobbing in pure, grateful joy.

This was it.

This was what it felt like to have sex. To want it... and to have that desire not only reciprocated, but fulfilled.

Storm moaned happily as she felt the male's member throb and strain within her, and rolled her hips in encouragement; urging him to repeat the motion again. She was rewarded not just by a twitch but by Sky's first bona fide thrust, and grunted in delirious glee as his cock slid into her with just a touch more force. That first thrust hit some sweet spot deep inside her which as far as she knew had never existed before the draconic male probed at it with his rigid length. It was an incredible sensation that caused her already tight treasure to clamp down like a vice around his length, but even that wasn't enough to stop another thrust from following, then another, and another rapidly in its wake.

As the two began to make love, there wasn't a single second spent dwelling on the fact that Storm's maleness had begun to rise once again. Both dragons were far too caught up in the moment, in one another and in the sensations which they were sharing for the first time. Each of their minds told them that they should take it slow and ease into it, but as every thrust from Sky and each hungry, eager squeeze from Storm came that little bit harder and faster with no ill effects they rapidly began to pick up the pace. The slime surrounding their bodies, usually rather stable and firm in spite of its apparent liquid nature, began to splash and splatter against the sides of the pit in which it resided as Sky's hips rocked back and forth with ever increasing speed, and as Storm began to feel the furious fever of carnal, flesh on flesh sexuality sweep over her once fragile mind and body she clawed longingly at the male granting her all of that euphoria with an almighty series of groans, snarls and outright cries.

"Sky!"

It wasn't something she talked about often, or had even admitted to herself on many occasions in her earlier days within this household, but Storm had pleasured herself with increasing frequency as the idea of being with Sky had grown and developed within her mind. Her contact with her male side had been sporadic at best, more frequent and less guilt stricken after the installation of the slime pit of course, but she had indeed pleasured herself as a woman on multiple occasions. In the shower some mornings she reached down and probed within herself with a slick, wet finger or two, or upon waking from some dream, good or bad, she might slip a paw between her legs and rub at her clit for satisfaction or simple comfort.

Never in any of those explorations however had Storm ever experienced pleasure like this. It was no wonder Tali was always so bouncy, or Luna so aggressive in her pursuit of sex at times! By the same token, Storm now felt that she understood a little better why Jennifer had not one, not two, not three but four sex slaves. She was certain that more didn't necessarily mean better quality when it came to sex; shy, reserved and even fearful of sex as she had been in many respects Storm certainly wasn't naive about sexuality as a concept, but knowing Jennifer as she did, and knowing Luna, Tali and of course Sky, it was blatantly obvious that each would bring something new and wonderful to any sexual endeavour they engaged in.

"Oh... oh Sky..."

Even thinking what crossed her mind as Storm shuddered and trembled around the male's powerful length of manhood made the dragoness' cheeks flush crimson. Thus when finally she uttered aloud what her heart and body were begging her to say, she came as close as was possible while caught up in the throes of pleasure to sounding like her old self; fearful, nervous, almost ashamed to be asking for such an indulgence after already receiving so much.

"...m-more! Please, Sky... give me more."

With every thrust the slime coating their bodies seemed to grow thinner and thinner in consistency, to the point where before long the resistance granted by it was so low that Storm could feel the male's testicles slapping her inner thighs and the base of her rump as she leaned back, resting upon her tailbase to expose herself even more openly and lewdly to the man doing such a spectacular job introducing her to the joys of the flesh. Still it tingled and teased their bodies to even greater heights of pleasure as the two dragons lovingly fucked within the slime pit, and when Storm finally became aware of the renewed presence of her manhood it was in no small part due to the effect which the slime was having on the otherwise untouched masculine organ.

These two dragons didn't look like they were mating for the first time as Sky hooked his arms underneath Storm's legs, her ankles unlocking from their position around his waist when the male made his move to spread her legs yet further apart. Quite the contrary in fact, they looked like they'd been lovers from their very first orgasm; attuned to one another's needs and longings as though there was an almost magical connection between their bodies. If that was the case though it was a magic far older and far greater than any of the skills which Sky or Storm had mastered thus far; a magic as old as sexuality itself, and as incomprehensible as that other eternal force of life; love.

"Oh my god... S-Sky... w-wha...?"

Lightning flashed across Storm's body, crackling at the corners of her eyes as a bolt of white hot ecstasy lanced through her. It wasn't an orgasm, at least, not a true one. And yet...

" Ah!!"

Sparks flew from the dragons' lips as they shared a heated, disastrously brief kiss. Sky's eyes widened as his entire face seemed to tingle with the same sort of pleasant relaxation that the slime around them might cause, and a loud crackle of magical static erupted in his ears.

"Storm, I... I think I'm gonna cum. S-shall I... should I..."

A fevered whimper and a shake of the head cut off the male dragon in mid sentence, for Storm knew exactly what he was thinking and needed to get that thought out of his head as rapidly and unambiguously as possible.

"No!! N-no... please, please don't pull out, Sky. Stay inside me. Finish inside me! I... I want to feel it all. Start to finish, e-everything you have to give me."

The silver-blue scaled dragon growled happily, turning his pace up one final notch as he felt Storm's legs stiffen, kicking out into the open air and sending a spray of slime across the tile floor beside the pit.

"E-Everything?! Ohh g-god... Storm..."

Silvery streaks of lightning flared across the female's trembling body once more, and her maleness flexed and throbbed violently as Sky's hips slammed forward with unparalleled force, truly giving the beautiful woman before him everything that his heart, body and soul had to offer. Storm screamed, and as her body lit up the room with its magical energies every other light within the pool area sparked and shorted out simultaneously. It didn't matter though, for there was no immediate dimming after the latest violent flash of Storm's lightning-like markings. Indeed they simply burned brighter and brighter, searing the female's form with their white hot ethereal power, until finally her screaming rose to a powerful, wailing crescendo and the entire room sank into perfect blackness.

Within the inky dark, two draconic bodies writhed and shuddered on the edge of ecstasy. Unseeing, Storm's lips bumped lustily against Sky's own, and as that sloppy, playful kiss tipped the male's cock into that one last instinctive twitch it needed, the lightning markings which ran wild and free across Storm's lithe, gorgeous purple scaled body began to pulse and flicker into life once more.

From both her maleness and her tight, clutching treasure, Storm experienced a true dual climax as she felt the hot, wet, sticky rush of Sky's cum inside her body. She arched her back, flexing so violently and so high into the air that the tip of her shaft broke the surface of the slime, sending a cascading rope of its own creamy essence at least a foot into the air before splashing back down in ribbons and droplets within the pit. It was the sensation of her treasure clutching and squeezing around a thick, throbbing length of draconic manhood which truly drove her wild though, knowing that her fertile and pleasure ridden body was being pumped full of Sky's rich seed not because he wished it, or she wished it, but because they wished it.

For Sky meanwhile, his orgasm was almost identical in its aims; all about drinking in the sights, sounds and sensations of Storm's peak so he could store them away for personal recall, to recount every last quiver and moan to Jennifer when Storm was ready to share what they'd done, and of course to further his own euphoria right then and there. The male dragon roared loudly as he came, but he was overjoyed to hear Storm's shrieks matching him in every respect; so intense, so giddy with simple happiness and potent, sexual ecstasy, and so very, very long and loud.

***************

Two hundred kilometres away, sitting in a private cabin upon a high speed bullet train with a glass of champagne in one hand and a paperback book in the other, a certain member of the Privileged; a vixen by the name of Jennifer, found tears in her eyes as she considered the fact that in a few short hours she would be home again; back with her beloved slaves, to hear all about what they'd gotten up to in her absence.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. Is everything okay?"

Jennifer sniffed as she looked up at the nervous looking lapine attendant standing before her, putting down the paperback and wiping her eyes on the back of her furred hand. She smiled, and nodded reassuringly.

"Yes. Yes, everything is fine, thank you. I'm just very happy, that's all."

With a smile, and a subtle but noticeable look of relief, the attendant nodded and returned to his dutiful silence elsewhere in the cabin. Jennifer however continued to look towards him, still smiling, but with a curious furrow upon her brow.

She was happy. So very happy. The strange thing was though... she wasn't quite sure why.

By Jeeves