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Leco'thian lay curled on his couch in the living room, waiting patiently for Elizabeth to return from her Valentines date. The television was on, showing business news, but he wasn't really watching. Elizabeth always said she'd be back around ten o'clock, but he knew from experience that she would come back well before that. He hoped she had a good time tonight, he really did, but as nine o'clock rolled around, a growing part of him was hoping that she would get home early like normal. Almost as if on cue he heard the hum of a car pulling into the drive way. He uncoiled from the couch and padded to the front door which he unlocked for Elizabeth. As soon as she stepped in however, he could tell she was in a terrible mood. Her face was set in an uncharacteristic frown, and she slammed the door behind her.

Hesitating for a moment Leco'thian ventured a quiet question, "Did your evening not go well?" Elizabeth whirled to face him, her frown deepening.

"No, it went pretty damn poorly Leco'thian. In fact I'd have to say it was the worst date I've ever had." She rarely vented like this at him, but now her voice was a near shout, "That asshole said that he'd cover the dinner, and he goes on to order the most expensive shit he can find. Then of course when the bill comes his card isn't approved, so I end up blowing half my last paycheck on a dinner that was mostly his. And he calls me greedy for asking him to pay his half of the bill! Then, when I drop his sleazebag ass off at his house, he suggests that I join him inside!" She halted a moment. Leco'thian had taken a step back, and partially spread his wings in surprise at her raised voice. It had been a long time since Elizabeth had been this upset, and never at him. "I'm going to bed; I have to work again tomorrow." She finished, stomping up the stairs to her bedroom.

Leco'thian watched her leave with some uncertainty on his face. He felt he should go comfort his friend, but it seemed like she wanted some space. So he waited again. He fiddled with the television while she took a bath, then when he heard the door to the bathroom open he went upstairs as well. Cautiously approaching her open bedroom, he peered around through the doorway. She was facing away from him, combing her hair straight.

"Lizzie, may I enter?" He asked quietly.

She sighed, and paused in combing her hair. "Yeah Echo, you can come in." Echo entered to room, grateful that she had calmed down enough to start using his nickname again. He stepped up onto the end of bed and curled up comfortably, watching Elizabeth's movements raptly. She hadn't bothered dressing: the two of them shared something of a unique relationship; Elizabeth felt none of the need for modesty that she might feel around a human male, and having lived with him for over eight years now he had seen her naked enough that she was comfortable with it. As a dragon, Leco'thian felt little care for clothing other than it's usefulness in warding off the cold. Despite having witnessed the sight though, he occasionally still stared.

Elizabeth was quite beautiful. Her mother had been European, her father and islander from the Caribbean, and in her the two's genetics melded into a wondrous thing. Her skin was a shade that reminded Leco'thian of a well creamed coffee. She was also very fit, well toned calves and thighs that flowed smoothly into a perfectly shaped (in his opinion at least) behind. Her belly was flat, and her breasts were nicely shaped, Leco'thian didn't mind at all that they were fairly small. Her hair got him though. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't have any, but he found her hair wonderful. It was a long, raven dark cascade that shimmered in the light. It lay fairly straight naturally, save for two small flairs at her temples that insisted on protruding no matter how much hairspray she applied. He thought they were quite endearing, and called them her little wings, but she hated them. In fact she had wanted to cut her hair much shorter, it was only his request that prevented her from doing so. He looked at her face in the mirror; she was watching him look at her, which he didn't mind. Her face was nice as well, everything seemed to be in just the right proportion, and softly rounded.

Eventually she put down the comb and turned around to join him, sitting on the bed, sliding down a little bit as Leco'thian's greater weight formed a depression. "I'm sorry for yelling earlier Echo; I had a crappy night and wanted someone to pay for it. I guess it's not really fair to you though." As she spoke she scratched softly at the smooth scales under his jaw, making him rumble pleasantly and lean into her touch.

"I may be convinced to forgive you if you keep that up." He mumbled, his deep voice slurring slightly with the pleasant sensations.

Elizabeth laughed slightly, "I bet; too bad for you I have to sleep early though. I have a shoot in the morning that I shouldn't be late to." Echo gave a regretful sigh as she pulled her hand away. "I promise I'll make it up to you, I'll pick up some more honey or something on the way home tomorrow." Leco'thian loved honey, the taste, the texture, even the long thin bottles it came in that were perfect for licking clean.

"That would be nice."

He watched her flick off the lamp and crawl under the covers. He could see quite well in the dark. He was thinking, formulating a plan actually. After a moment Elizabeth nudged him with her foot under the thick blanket. "Lay down goofball, so I can go to sleep." He chuckled and crept carefully up the bed, trying not to step on her. Finally he curled up next to her. He enjoyed being near her, though he found the feeling of blankets around his wings restricting so he stayed on top of them. Elizabeth mumbled some meaningless gratitude and draped one arm over his shoulder. Even through the blankets he was wonderfully warm in the winter. Elizabeth dozed off shortly, but Leco'thian stayed up for some while longer, finalizing the details of his little plot.

"I gotta run Echo, don't want to be late!" She called up the stairs as she hustled though the kitchen, grabbing an apple and fruit smoothie from the refrigerator. She heard a thud and shook her head. He never had gotten the hang of stairs. She couldn't count the number of times he'd slipped.

"It's icy out, drive safely, and remember your seatbelt." He'd nearly had a heart attack when she'd had an accident two years ago, staying several nights in the hospital. Elizabeth smiled and gave him a peck on the end of his snout. "And don't forget my honey." He called as she walked out the door.

The moment he couldn't hear her car engine he hurried to the phone. He didn't have much time, her photo shoots generally only lasted until just after noon: First the grocery store that did deliveries, then a florist, and a confectioner. He had to leave strict orders at each of them to place goods out on the porch. Appearing to pick them up personally would be a bit problematic. The confectioner arrived first, with just a few boxes, then the florist, that was a large load, and finally the groceries. He looked over everything, turned on the stove, and got started.

Elizabeth felt a surge of relief as she stepped onto the porch, she was home, and it was fairly early, maybe she could cook up a cake or something for Echo. She really did feel bad for yelling at him. It was hard to find a good friend, and he was among the best and most unique friends she'd ever had. The moment she stepped in the door though, he intercepted her. "Lizzie! Close your eyes! I have a surprise for you!" She blinked, startled. It was hard to get him excited; he was normally passive to a fault. Now though, the giddiness in his voice was unmistakable, and his tail was actually wagging back and forth in glee.

"Um, ok I guess." She set down her purse and coat and closed her eyes. She felt Echo's tail wrap around one of her wrists and start tugging her slightly.

"How did your photo shoot go by the way?" He asked distractedly from in front of her as he weaved through the house. "Well enough, they want to set up another appointment next week for some more styles. Echo, what's up? Why am I closing my eyes?"

He chuckled slightly, "I told you, it's a surprise."

She knew that they were in the dining room, and she could smell food, which wasn't uncommon. Echo regularly prepared meals in his spare time; it kept him busy through the long days. The tail unwrapped from her wrist, "I know it's a day late, but Happy Valentines! Oh, open your eyes." She did, and stared, open mouthed. Arranged through out the dining room was what had to be over a hundred roses, in neatly trimmed bouquets. On the table were serving trays with exotic dishes that she had seen served only in expensive restaurants. There was a platter of appetizers, shrimp cocktails, perfectly cooked glazed meats, salads and delicate pastries, along with dishes that she couldn't even guess at. On a side table was a fondue fountain with cherries and strawberries surrounding it, and next to it were a fanciful arrangement of champagne flutes with various mixed drinks in them. Crowning the meal was a massive three tiered cake, with some sort of pink frosting, and the words 'Happy Valentines Day" neatly printed out in a bright blue across the top.

"Echo, where did all this stuff come from?" She asked in amazement, looking down at him.

He gave kind of a sheepish grin, "I though you deserved a real Valentines Day. So I made you one." She stared at him a moment more before kneeling down and embracing him in a tight hug,

"I think this is the nicest thing anyone has done for me. You're going to make me cry damnit." He awkwardly placed a paw on her back, returning the hug as best he could.

"It's what I do."

After a long minute she pulled back. "How much did all this cost you? I mean, that's a ton of roses!"

But Echo just shook his head, "You don't get to know. This is my present to you, and you can't do anything about it. So just eat it and be happy." At the same he moved around behind her and nudged her towards the table.

"Well, if that's the way it's going to be, I guess I'd better get started if I want to finish this off before next year."

In the end, Elizabeth didn't feel so indebted for the amazing evening. She wasn't any less grateful, but Leco'thian gorged himself with easily three times to amount of food she consumed, including the bottle of honey she'd picked up. Eventually even he had to stop. Full to the brim and groaning, they both collapsed on the couch.

"Congratulations Echo, my trainer is going to murder me when she finds out that I've consumed about two weeks worth of my normal diet." Elizabeth complained jokingly.

"I got a movie as well, but I don't think I can get up to put it in." Leco'thian said, and then immediately made a liar of himself by hopping off the couch suddenly, "Oh, I almost forgot!" He charged up the stairs. Thud. "Ow." She heard him bustling around upstairs, and then he charged back down. Thud. Rubbing his chin he returned to her, holding a pink wrapped package carefully by a bow in his teeth. "Ere, Ah got ish thor oo." He mangled the words as he crawled back up and set the package in her lap. Elizabeth frowned in puzzlement as she opened it. It appeared to be a box of imported chocolates. She pulled of the string holding it closed and lifted the top. Sure there were chocolates in there, but that wasn't the only thing. In the middle of the box was an elaborately wrought hairpiece, made from silver. It had several large gems and clusters of smaller ones arranged tastefully across its surface. Elizabeth was pretty sure they were not fake. In fact, she was pretty sure this was one of the antiques that Echo had not wanted to sell.

"My god Echo, you really went all out."

"Can I put it in for you? Please?" He blurted. She glanced up at his hopeful face. She knew of course that he liked her hair. He had asked for her to keep it after all.

"Sure." She handed him the comb and turned around so that her back was to him. He tenderly brushed her hair straight with his claws, which she regularly filed for him so that he wouldn't tear up the carpet or bedding, and then gently secured the comb into place with a small mechanical clip he had glued on. He caressed her hair for a minute more as Elizabeth relaxed into his touch.

"It looks wonderful." He almost whispered. She got up and walked to the bathroom, Echo following behind. Looking in the mirror it did indeed look nice. Opulent surely, but nice all the same. Returning to the couch, Elizabeth shook her head in wonderment.

"Why do I bother going on dates anymore? I should just marry you." The comment was only partially a joke. There were times she wished Echo was human. Echo just gave his shy smile and glanced away. Elizabeth cracked open the chocolates and picked one out as she mused. Under the chocolate was a little slip of paper noting that this particular sweet was from a Belgian company. "Want one?" She said, offering the box to him.

"No thank you."

"You know, in eight years I've never seen you eat a single piece of chocolate. Or drink any beer now that I think about it. What's the deal?" He shifted a bit uncomfortably at the question. He didn't answer for a long moment, hoping that Elizabeth would drop the question, which of course she would not.

"I can't handle alcohol well. I have no tolerance." He finally admitted.

Elizabeth waited a moment longer for him to answer the second half of the question before prodding him onwards, "And chocolate? Are you allergic like a dog?"

He grimaced, "It's a uh. . . It acts like an aphrodisiac." He finished, tailing off at the last word so that it came out as an almost incomprehensible.

Elizabeth snorted a little as she tried to laugh with her mouth closed around a chunk of bittersweet dark chocolate. "Seriously? I'd think you'd eat them all the time then." She teased. The images brought to mind of Echo running around her house with a raging hard-on just made her snort-laugh some more, much to his embarrassment.

"Yes well, unless you want me rampaging around the house humping your furniture like a real pet would I'd say I made the right choice not to." He rolled his eyes in obvious exaggeration.

Elizabeth calmed down after a moment and looked at him much more seriously. "Could you do me one more favor Echo? I know you've done so much tonight, but I have one more thing to ask."

He cocked his head, "What's that?"

She pushed the box towards him. "Eat some chocolate, and have some wine. You've seen me drunk and stupid plenty of times before. Just once I'd like to even the odds." It was true, Elizabeth wasn't a heavy drinker, but over eight years Echo had seen her drunk plenty of times, and she was knew that he'd witnessed her doing or saying things that would make her red-faced with shame when she was sober. The thought of returning the favor was a comforting one.

Echo looked at the chocolates warily. "I don't know, I mean, I've only eaten a few times and the results are usually painfully embarrassing."

"Please?" She begged, doing her best pout. She wasn't very good at it, but Leco'thian had no tolerance for that either, so she won out.

"Fine." He said with a note of resignation, reaching out to take a particularly dark chocolate, and slurped from a glass of wine that Elizabeth held for him.

A couple hours later, Elizabeth was holding back peals of laughter as a very drunk and amorous dragon was pressed close to her, slurring out something about how much he hated peanut butter sandwiches. "You just have to chew and chew forever! Woorstest food ever made, I ssswwear it!" He muttered, at the same time trying to rub his head against her shoulder and missing, face-planting on the armrest. Elizabeth choked back her laughter, wiping tears from her eyes, and lifted his head onto her lap, running her hands down his neck and back, between the ivory horns that curved back from his head and the two large wings that were now hanging limp off the couch. As she rubbed him, his tongue snaked out and wrapped its many inched length around her other hand, snaking between her fingers and up her wrist, tickling her with its slick embrace. "Oo paste mike oclate." He mumbled. She just shook her head.

"I sometimes think that this world would be a better place if more men were like you Echo. Then they could all just have a glass of wine and a snickers and be much easier to get along with." He removed his tongue from her hand,

"Being drunk is good?" He asked, slightly bewildered.

"Not all the time. Actually I guess most guys are pretty big assholes when they get drunk. But if more of them were like you, maybe I could actually stand one of them long enough to get laid."

Echo raised his head to hers, "I could do it."

"Do what now?" She asked, taking a drink of last bottle of wine.

"Lay you." The uncharacteristic bluntness caught her completely off guard, sending her into a coughing fit on her mouthful of wine

It wasn't really the first time they'd joked about having sex. After all, apart from that, their relationship was everything she imagined a healthy marriage should be. But alas, it could only ever be in her imagination. Dragons and humans didn't get married.

"Cool it big boy, you'll have to do better than one valentines dinner for that. I'm no slut after all." Leco'thian recoiled suddenly, not noticing the joke in her tone through his drunken stupor.

"I wouldn't ever say that! I love you!" Elizabeth took a moment to register those words, her smile fading slowly as he clutched almost desperately to her gown now, "Lizzie? You hear me?" he asked plaintively.

"Yes, I heard you." She said softly. Somehow, the carefree mood of just a moment ago had vanished with that sentence. They had always shared an intimate friendship, but love had never been brought into the question, until now.

"I think I should go to bed." She declared suddenly, gently prying his claws from her gown and standing, the buzz in her head taking on a much more unpleasant pitch as those three words looped endlessly.

"Lizzie, wait! What's wrong? Did I do something bad?" She paused, unsure whether to answer yes or no, so she shook her head vaguely and continued up the stairs. "Lizzie!"

She closed to door to her bedroom, something that she hadn't done in years, as she heard him stumble off the couch. She took the comb out of her hair and stared at it. "I love you" he'd said, and by the look on his face, he'd meant it as much as he had anything in his life. She heard him now attempting to ascend the stairs. Thud. "Lizzie! I'm sorry! What did I do?" Thud. She set the comb down and tried to cover her ears. Several minutes later he opened the door and leaned unsteadily against the frame. "Lizzie. . ." He sounded on the edge of tears.

"Leco'thian, I think I need some time to be alone. Please, go sleep in your room." He hadn't slept outside of her room more than once in the last year. He gave a pitiful whine, but eventually closed the door. Elizabeth was left alone in the gloom, her mind spinning in circles.

The next morning was awkward. Leco'thian had cleaned up the meal sometime during the night, and was sitting on the couch, toying with the end of his tail when she came down. He looked at her silently for a long moment, as if afraid to speak. "I uh, I'm not sure what I said or did last night, but it must have been bad, to land me on the couch. So, I'm sorry."

How odd, Elizabeth thought to herself, He threw me about the best Valentines dinner I could ask for, and he's apologizing for saying he loves me. It left her with a distinctly sour feeling.

"You don't have to apologize. I just. . . why didn't you tell me earlier?"

He tilted his head quizzically "Tell you what?" He was completely unaware of what happened. She could just drop it, and continue on like the words had never been uttered. Elizabeth knew that she'd never forget it though.

"Why didn't you tell me you loved me?"

Echo's face dropped a little bit, "Oh. So that's what I said."

"Did you mean it?" She asked, rushing headlong into her questions without considering whether she really wanted them answered.

He frowned at her, "Of course I meant it. The risk of drinking is saying what you feel instead of what you want others to know."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" she asked, throwing her hands up in agitation.

"Because I knew you'd be upset," he explained quietly.

"Of course I'm upset. This whole time we've been going along as room mates, not thinking anything about these things you've done for me, and all this time you've been expecting something more!" She was shouting now.

He shook his head emphatically at this, "No I don't! I realize that it's unlikely you will feel the same, I am perfectly happy just making you happy. That is what love is: placing someone else before your self."

"No, that's an obsession."

He shrugged, "Call it what you will, it doesn't change anything but the label." He met her gaze. "Can you honestly say, after all these years, you don't feel even a little bit the same?" It was a question she had expected, but was unprepared to answer anyhow.

"I don't know. I . . ." Her mind reeled, what did she feel for him? He was closer to her than any friends or family even. She trusted him, and enjoyed his company, but love him? Did she feel love the way he had described it for anyone? Did she care for anyone more than herself? "I have to go; I'll be at the gym." She blurted, rushing out the door, snagging a coat and trying to avoid looking at Echo's face.

The gym was pretty empty in the middle of Wednesday morning. As a model for women's health and fitness magazines she visited often at odd times though.

"Hey there!" Anne, her personal trainer caught sight of her as she left the locker room. Anne was a fairly small lady, but she packed about as much energy as a small sun. Elizabeth was pretty sure if someone hooked up a generator to a treadmill and put Anne on it they could use it as emergency power for the gym.

"Hey Anne", Elizabeth had been hoping just to do some jogging and maybe some swimming if the pool was open, now that Anne had gotten a hold of her though she was in for a full aerobic workout. "Came in for a little extra workout eh? Let's get started then!" And so, without much of a say at all, Elizabeth was drug off to a room with colorful pads all over the floors to start stretches, and from there it was all sweat.

Elizabeth zoned out Anne's encouragements and thought about the problem at hand. What was she going to do about Leco'thian? Why did she have to go and get him drunk last night? Things would have been so much simpler if they had popped in that movie and gone on sober.

The workouts usually lasted well over an hour, so it came as some surprise when Anne stopped her after just over twenty minutes. Elizabeth was panting slightly, Anne wasn't even breathing hard. "Look hun, no number of trainers is going to help you if you ignore what they say and go flapping your arms around like a headless chicken. Normally when you come in here you're all gung ho about this, so what's wrong?"

Elizabeth pondered, tell her or not? She compromised with a partial explanation. "It's relationship problems."

Anne nodded, "I know I ain't exactly your best friend, but if you think it'll help, I'll listen." Elizabeth gave a small shrug. What's the worst that could happen?

"A good friend of mine just admitted to me that he loved me."

Anne looked nonplussed, "So what? A guy you already like says he loves you?" Well yeah, put that way it sounded pretty simple. Of course Anne didn't realize Echo was a dragon, nor did she understand the intricate relationship they'd developed over the years he'd lived with her.

"There are more complications than that, and I'm afraid it'll ruin what we have now, and everything in my head tells me it's a bad idea." The thought of losing what she shared with Echo now terrified her.

Anne 'hmmed' and studied her a moment, "To be a bit nosy, how is your luck with guys? Find any keepers recently?"

"Well, no not really."

Anne nodded, "How long has it been since you've had a boyfriend, or even a good evening with someone?" Elizabeth had to think about it, it had been a long time. When no answer was forthcoming Anne continued, "Now I ain't no relationship counselor or anything fancy, but it seems to me, if your head has been saying yes all those times, and now it's screaming no, maybe it's about time to ignore it."

Elizabeth stared at Anne for a long time after that bit of wisdom, things sliding slowly into a different picture. Echo had loved her for a long time, and had managed to maintain his friendship with her. If something ended it, it would be her. "I think I'm going to have to call off my workout today Anne." Elizabeth said, her voice conveying a sort of resolution.

"Suit yourself, let me know how things turn out when you come back, maybe I can expand my resume."

Elizabeth spent the drive home thinking about how to talk to Echo, before realizing she didn't need any strategy or plan. She would just tell him, like he told her. She walked in the door and frowned. Something was off. It took her a moment to realize he wasn't waiting at the door for her. For the longest time he was the first thing she'd see when she came home. She began to search around the house for him, "Echo! I need to talk to you." When she couldn't find him upstairs or down, she began to panic, what if he'd left? If he'd flown the coop and vanished, she doubted she could find him again. The first time had been the most unlikely of miracles. She felt a surge of relief when she saw the closet in the hall was open, along with the tiny trapdoor to the attic. She climbed up the ladder into the small space where Leco'thian had lived for the first year he'd stayed with her. He was up there, lying in the dust-covered pile of blankets he'd used for a bed, staring out of the tiny window into the park below.

"Echo, what are you doing up here?" She asked trying not to sneeze at all the dust in the air.

"I had hoped, you know."

Elizabeth crouch-walked towards him, trying to puzzle out what he meant by that.

"Hoped what Echo?" She asked as she stopped beside him.

"I know I told you that I didn't expect anything, but I had hoped that after the better part of a decade you'd feel like I did." He frowned, "I guess I can't blame you though. Maybe I was wrong; maybe it's wrong for a human and a dragommph!" She'd heard enough. He was effectively stopped by her grabbing hold of his ears and jerking his head around so that she could firmly press her lips to his. It was a clumsy kiss at best, but it had the desired results. He just sat silent and blinked at her as she pulled back. "What was that? I thought you didn't-", she closed his mouth with her hands, trying to find the words to follow up her gesture with.

"I'm scared as hell right now Echo. Scared of what I feel, and of what it may mean about me and you. So don't question, and don't argue, just. . . just help me feel this."

He looked at her, many expressions playing across his face, ending in an expression of restrained joy. "Let's get out of here." She whispered, tugging one of his paws to follow her. They crawled down out of the attic, into the closet, then out into her bedroom. They were both covered in dust, and on Elizabeth it had turned to a thin muck as it clung to the dried sweat from her workout. "I suppose the bath would be a fine place to start." She said with a smile. Echo just swallowed and nodded.

Doing mostly small jobs, Elizabeth didn't make a fortune modeling. Echo helped pay bills: over his lifetime he had accumulated a vast number of antiques that Elizabeth had sold for him at auction. She didn't know how much money he had in the account she'd made for him, but she knew it was a lot. A multimillionaire-lot. He had offered to give most of it to her, seeing as how he had little use for money. Even though she had refused then, he still offered to pay for things that she couldn't afford. He offered to send her back to school when she had mentioned becoming tired of modeling. She had given in on one luxury though. Her bathroom was dominated by a massive spa-tub, suitable for four. Or one, plus a rather large dragon.

She turned on the hot water jets, poured in some scented bath oils, and started to strip down. She got to her bra and panties, then stopped and turned toward Leco'thian with a small grin. "Would you like to help me out?"

He swallowed nervously again, "S-sure." He stepped up to her and reared up onto his haunches. Sitting upright, he was just a few inches shorter than her. Viewing him like this, she saw him in a way she never had before: as a prospective lover. He was not unattractive, at least to her. Not beastly at all really. He was significantly larger than her, but he moved with a sort of grace, almost catlike in body shape and motions. His scales glittered golden-bronze in the bathroom lights, though the large plate-like scales across his belly and chest were much lighter, almost like her skin now that she really looked. His body was built smooth and streamlined for flight. His head had only two things protruding, two short, curved horns, and his long, unusual ears. There was a small crest running down the back of his neck, ending at his shoulders. His wings connected from his shoulders down to his hips, and there was his long, not-quite prehensile tail. She took his forepaws in hers and guider them to her hips, just above the band of her underwear.

"Go ahead." She whispered into his ear as she wrapped arms around him, both to stabilize him and to feel the warm smooth scales of his chest press against her. His paws trembling, he carefully slipped the blunted talons under the band of her panties. He didn't just pull them down though, as she'd halfway expected. He moved his paws around to her backside, lightly kneading her rump as he panted against her shoulder. His claws were just sharp enough to produce a pleasant prickling sensation. Slowly he began pushing the lingerie down as he continued to stroke and caress, his roaming paws now moving onto her thighs.

"For never having done this before, you're doing a pretty damn good job." She muttered.

"I have had a long time to imagine what I'd do if I got the chance." And then he started licking her. Just as her panties were fully off her hips his long black tongue slid out and darted across the tops of her breasts, just above her bra. She gasped at this new sensation and grabbed his horns again, pressing his muzzle harder against her cleavage. He obligingly stuck his tongue out again, this time letting it squirm directly between her breasts, the tip curling down and around to cup the underside of one. As if his teasing hands and tongue were not enough, his tail curled up her thigh, its tip rubbing just off to the one side of her freshly exposed sex.

"God, I feel like I'm about to come and we haven't even started yet." She said breathlessly to him after a couple minutes of this treatment. He gave a hissing laugh as his tongue moved up to one nipple.

Finally her panties ended their long journey to her ankles, guided by his sensuously rubbing tail when his hands could no longer reach. He used one paw to cup her sex, not really moving enough to give her much stimulation, just holding her warmly. His other paw roamed up her back, eventually reaching the clasp to her bra. After a few false starts, he managed to unhook it, this time using his tongue to catch it in front, hanging it for just a moment before letting it drop.

Elizabeth sighed as his movements slowed now that the task was done. "All that just to get undressed. Hop in the bath, I have one last thing to get." Echo climbed into the warm bathwater and waited. It was only a moment before she returned with one of the boxes of chocolates he'd bought her, an evil grin on her face. "Eat up." She handed him the box. He eyed it warily. "Lizzie, you're sure you want to do this all the way? I mean, I'm a lot bigger than you, I don't want to hurt you or anything." It was true that he was over twice her weight, but she felt safe. "I've seen you get a hard on when you sleep, and not to be mean, but it shouldn't be too big." He looked just a little crestfallen. "Oh. I suppose that's fine then. . ." He said quietly, opening the box.

Elizabeth climbed into the bath with him, and for a little while they held each other, just soaking. And waiting for the chocolate to kick in of course. After a long period of lightly caressing each other, Echo began to rub against her more firmly, and she could feel his groin swell right between his thighs where it pressed against her hip. She leaned back in the tub and pulled one of his shoulders in a hint that he should roll, with a grunt he rolled on top of her. He caught most of his own weight, but rested on her enough to make her glad that the seats and headrests of the spa were well cushioned. She noticed a slightly glazed look in his eyes as he began to rub his cheeks and neck against hers. At first she thought it was just more teasing, but it kept going for longer than she expected.

"Um, Echo, what are you doing?"

He gave her a look of mild irritation as she pushed him away. "I'm marking you with my scent, hold still." Indeed, after a moment she noticed a very faint smell in the air over the bath oil, it smelled vaguely like citrus. The movements he made felt quite nice against her, his chest scales rubbing firmly against her nipples and massaging her breasts through the water. She cupped his neck with one hand to hold him to her, and seeing nothing better to do with the other, she moved it down to begin stroking the growing bulge in his groin.

It seemed like no time at all before a slight crease between the scales there opened wider, and the narrow pink tip of his organ poked her in the palm, causing Echo to growl and buck lightly against her hand. She had seen the organ before, but never touched it. So she carefully stroked it with two fingers, noting the silky smooth skin across its surface. She slipped the two fingers into the vent from which it came to stroke further down its length and coax it to grow more. And more. And more. Just as she was starting to frown in puzzlement, she was given another surprise.

"Echo! What the hell is this? What the hell are those! You have two? And they're huge!"

Leco'thian pulled back, startled. "You said you'd seen them before and they weren't that big."

Elizabeth shook her head, "That is not what I saw come out of you before. What I saw before was . . ." Just the tip, she realized. The first couple inches of each shaft were rather narrow and smooth, not all that impressive. The rest of the lengths were downright scary. Each shaft was roughly diamond shaped in cross-section, with upraised ridges along each edge. Each one was maybe twice the length of anything she'd handled, and while neither one was amazingly thick, together they were almost as wide as her wrist.

"Do you want to stop?" He asked in concern. She shook her head vigorously. Not when they'd gone this far.

"This should be interesting." She muttered. Then she pushed him back a little bit to raise her hips out of the water.

"You're going to have to help me out here. I can't just jump right into this."

Echo nodded after a moment, understanding dawning on his face. He looked a bit nervous as he held her up by her bum, snaking his tail under her for added support. He lowered his muzzle to her crotch. She was waxed; almost a necessity to be a model of any sort, so there was no hair to obstruct his view of her tightly pressed lips, now dripping with bathwater. He pushed his snout against her, nuzzling and breathing warmly over her sex, making her shiver with anticipation. She yelped as she felt his tongue slide up the length of her slit, barely parting it. It had been a long time since she'd felt much of anything down there. Fortunately Echo took it slow. He spent several long minutes just tasting her lips before pressing his tongue ever so gently against her hood, making her back arch into him. Certain she was ready, Echo let the tip of his tongue slide into her depths. What followed was like nothing she'd ever experienced. His tongue just seemed to keep coming, and the narrow, needle-like tip seemed to be able to poke or prod everything inside of her just perfectly. When it tested her g-spot, she moaned, when it slithered in deeper and danced a small circle around her cervix, she moaned again. When it suddenly whipped double on itself, made a coil pressing against her back wall, and g-spot and darted out to press against her clitoris, stimulating all three at once, she screamed and climaxed, grabbing his horns to force his face hard against her pussy

In retrospect it was quite amazing how fast she had gotten there. It had only taken a little over five minutes. He continued to work for a little while, bringing her down as slowly as he knew how. When her passage had finally stopped trying to strangle his tongue, he pulled it out, licking his lips. "Good?" He asked as her hands moved off his horns to stroke his cheeks.

"Uh-huh." She murmured dreamily. When he seemed uncertain how to continue, she gave him a light rub on the end of his snout and waggled her finger to come-hither. He crawled slowly up her body, licking lightly along the way, over her naval, between her breasts, up her neck and to her mouth, where he snuck his tongue in to play with hers. As her body now sunk under the water, she reached out and grabbed onto one of the shafts that rested low on her belly. It was quite a shock when Echo grunted and the shaft grabbed back, wrapping partially around her wrist.

Pulling away from the kiss she looked at him in wonderment, "Can you move those?"

"A little bit." He admitted.

"Oh wow, this just keeps getting better." She gathered both organs in one hand, playing with them a little bit, making Echo's eyes half-lid with pleasure. When his hips started moving slightly, she took the tips and placed them at her entrance.

"Both of them?" He asked, sounding unsure. Elizabeth smiled and nodded confidently. He might be big, but she wanted him to feel good, and she was sure he would be careful.

"Whenever you're ready love", she said, giving him the go ahead. He lowered his mouth to hers again in a deep kiss, and pushed.

She was very glad she'd had him use his tongue first, otherwise she was sure she'd be in considerable pain as she was stretched wider than anything she'd tried before. As it was, all she felt was a light pinch amidst the sea of bliss. The first smooth few inches glided in easily, the slick smooth surface rubbing softly as it pushed through her folds; then came the ridges. Each bump pulled on her lips and dragged along the first few ultra-sensitive inches like countless tiny fingers. As he angled up one of the ridges even slid right up into the groove at the top of her entrance to rub against her clitoris, sending shocks up her spine. She cooed as Echo continued to push all the way in, until his scaled hips were mashed tightly to her groin. She wrapped her legs around the base of his tail and pulled him down for as much extra penetration as she could get. Then, in an uncharacteristically dominant move, Echo wrapped the tip of his tail around her ankles, binding them in their position spread around his tail, and grabbed her wrists in one paw to lift them easily above her head. Even his wings came into play, splashing below the surface to wrap her in a warm cocoon. She was completely trapped under him, helpless to do anything but moan as he began to gyrate his hips in a circle, his twin shafts squirming inside of her all of their own, sliding against her walls and each other, then pushing apart, opening her up wide. Echo only had to thrust a couple dozen times for her second orgasm to overtake her.

He settled into a rhythm then, both cocks pushing together each time they speared forward, and pulling apart as they pulled out, dragging every single inch hard across her insides. He was pushing in so deep that the tips of his organs were pressing into her back wall and curling upon themselves. He busied his empty hand with alternately massaging her breasts and rubbing the area between her pussy and belly-button, where he could feel the swell of his own organs as they burrowed into her. At this point Elizabeth was headlong towards a third screaming, toe-curling, first-clenching orgasm, when he stopped. Elizabeth panted and tried to buck into him, but he tightened his wings around her to still her movements, leaving her only stimulation a light and very shallow thrusting.

He pulled back from the kiss, looking solemnly into her eyes, "Lizzie, I love you more than anything, and I want you to be my wife." Considering his hips were still twitching against hers, he was amazingly composed. She looked at him dazedly her mind trying vainly to churn through the sea of lust she was adrift in. "I know that I don't have a ring, and we couldn't be married in any traditional fashion, but I want to be with you for the rest of my life."

He could have asked her to be a toad at that moment and she would have said yes. "Yes love, god yes."

"Good."

He didn't hesitate then, his head darted forward to engage her in yet another kiss, more passionate than any previous. His mouth entirely engulfed hers, his tongue sliding in the wrap around hers as tightly as his wings were around her body. He pressed his free hand to the small of her back, molding her completely against himself, pressing her stomach up so that he could feel it ripple in response to his every movement inside of her. She screamed into the kiss as his organs twined around each other inside her stretched canal, twisting into a mind-numbing corkscrew shape.

He gave into his instinct, mating her like a feral beast, undulating his body against hers so that he rubbed himself against every inch. His torso would lift a little bit at a time, traveling in waves that caused his hips to saw back and forth and up and down at the same time, driving into her like a jackhammer. Elizabeth shrieked endlessly now, her whole body shuddering as the force of the thrusts would rock her up the backside of the tub. She'd hit particularly high notes when ever his thrusts careened just a little too roughly. She felt herself preparing to tumble over the edge of her third orgasm when he slammed his hips forward one last time and held himself. For a moment the tiny fragment of her mind not lost in pleasure wondered what he was doing, when she felt those amazingly mobile organs writhing inside of her again, the tips tickling against that opening in her deepest inside. Her eyes snapped open wide, and she tried to give a protest, but was muffled by his tongue in her mouth, and then it was too late. The narrow, incredibly smooth, soft tips of his cocks tickled against her cervix with a feather touch.

Elizabeth had heard some women enjoyed such play, but she had never thought about it herself. She expected that such a thing would have been painful at best, if doctor's visits were any indication. But the light flicking induced only pleasure. Echo began jerking his hips frantically forward, and at the same time Elizabeth could feel the muscles at the base of his tail begin to spasm. Without warning, his hemipenes seemed to surge. With an almost victorious roar, Echo gave in to a very long awaited orgasm. Elizabeth's whole body locked up as she felt the deliciously hot, thick feeling of his semen jetting powerfully into her. Her hands formed into fists, and her legs kicked involuntarily against the capturing tail. Her whole body was ablaze with the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced.

Echo for his part seemed to be having it no easier, his free arm clutched her to him fiercely, and his breathing came in ragged, uneven gasps between his desperate humping. For years he had dreamed about this, have his beloved impaled upon his shafts as he pumped his essence into her very core, and now it was happening. He could feel each thick rope of cum travel from his hidden testes, down the length of his shafts, into the willing flesh of his soon to be wife. It seemed like forever that he unleashed his countless years of pent up lust into her well-abused body, but eventually his roar died down into a small mewling sound and his body stilled. Even as the physical warmth in her was beginning to cool though, Elizabeth felt so very hot in the aftermath. It felt like every part of her body was becoming alive, and she was suddenly very aware of everything around her, most especially Echo. She was aware of the small noises he was making, unflattering, but endearing to her. She was aware of the way his thunderous heart was now slowing to a less panicked rate, and much smaller things. Tiny spots of discolored scales stood out now, scars accumulated over a long life. Of the way the trailing edges of his wings had odd nicks here and there; even intricate patterns of coloring on the skin of his wings, whorls of light and dark brown that would resemble the sand dunes in his native habitat. She could trace them with her eyes closed.

"What did you do to me? I feel so funny." She muttered to him. He rubbed his cheek against hers as he spoke, causing her to smell a whiff of cinnamon again.

He shrugged, his eyes all ready half-closed with sleep. "I think I just had sex with you."

"Very funny, wise guy." She just smiled and embraced him silently, enjoying the heightened sensitivity of the afterglow. After a moment though, she did have one nagging thought. "This is so unfair. I haven't had decent sex in years. And I've never had sex like that. I should have force fed you chocolate eight years ago."

Echo gave a throaty chuckle, rousing from his torpor to twitch his hips lewdly. "I guess we'll just have to make up for lost time."