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The Persistent Dragon Comes Clean

No, the title of the story is not meant to be taken in a perverted way. Who do you think you are, you sick bastard? What kind of story do you expect this to be?

Wait, crap.... this IS that kind of story.

Okay, you got me there... but regardless, it's still not meant to be taken in a perverted way.

Anyway..... human x dragon yadda yadda yadda sex and mature stuff. Dragons giving blowjobs. Woo.

The story is LONG AS SHIT so if you want to, you can search for "bounce" to get to the scene where the hot parts start because you don't give a shit about the actual story. Yeah, you know I'm talking about you. You bastard. :P

It was late evening, long past dinner, and Jacob was lying down on his bed only several hours after he had finished Penelope's bath. He was trying to sleep, but couldn't find it in him to get tired. He knew why...

Jacob was not happy.

While he had tried desperately hard to let Penelope have her moment right afterward, and had put on a good face for her during the clean-up of her bath, inside he had been brooding. And now, even a few hours later, he was still a tad upset.

Penelope was a dragon, though Jacob would be quick to add she was very much unlike any other dragon he's ever met. Her personality was bubbly and excitable. Playful and exuberant. She could speak English well. These were all rare traits for a dragon. Jacob thought it probably had something to do with her being raised by humans since hatching. In fact, he often thought she acted too much like a human, in her mannerisms and behavior. True to her kind, though, Penelope was often proud and selfish, enjoyed a lazy midday sun, and loved to collect all manner of shiny objects. She was very much still a dragon at heart.

Bearing a rare, lavender-shaded coat of scales with a creamy tan underbelly, Penelope was quite an attractive creature to look at, which happened to be the defining feature in her purchase by Jacob's parents when the dragon was just a whelp. She bore thick, sturdy tail and a set of strong, gray claws. Her lavish wings, which were painted lavender on the outside and tan on the inside, were expressive and articulate. The dragon's forehead and bits of her back were covered in rough, bumpy scale growths that had begun to appear around her adolescence. But perhaps her most defining feature aside from the color was a large pair of expressive, spined fins that ran from her low jaw to just under her horns. The fins tended to sway and sag with her mood, much like dog or cat ears could.

Though she was still young, Penelope had turned out to grow into a disappointingly small dragon, being about the size of a donkey, with her shoulders coming up to Jacob's torso. She was too small to fly on, unfortunately, but was big enough to ride on the ground, which she did not mind too much. Jacob knew Penelope was some sort of hybrid, a "mutt" of a dragon, but of what two species, he was not able to find out from books or breeders.

But the conundrum of Penelope's heritage was rather trivial at the moment. Jacob's real problem was that the dragon had recently grown to take a very serious interest in him as a potential mate.

That interest... that was why Jacob was upset.

Penelope had seduced him for sex during the bath, and Jacob was in the middle of berating himself for falling for it.

Things had started out innocent enough between the two: some professed affection, some inquisitive sexual exploration... But Penelope's forwardness quickly grew over the passing weeks. This time, she manipulated him for sex right in the mansion's backyard, where someone could have easily found them. Such brazen disregard for modesty, for privacy! And to think that Penelope had told him that her amorous behavior would return to normal after her heat ended... only to find out it was a lie!

"What did she hope to accomplish? Was she even thinking?" he muttered to himself, rolling to his stomach and burying his face in the pillow.

Jacob shook his head, berating himself for certainly not thinking too much either....

The dragon just seemed to have a way to press his buttons, enticing him, tempting him until he gave into those nagging thoughts deep in his mind. Penelope, while she had always been a friend to him, she turned out to be exciting, enticing, thrilling to be with... Well, Jacob reasoned... Perhaps part of it was just the thrill of taboo sex, maybe. After all, she was a dragon. But emotions aside, knowing what he was doing with her proved to be very uncomfortable to think about. It frustrated him to no end.

He had hoped the incidents could be confined to the dragon's heat, just a handful of times a year. But though she had told him as much, the dragon latter admitted it had merely been a lie, that she still had desires for sex after her heat had ended. Now Jacob was faced with the prospect of Penelope's actions becoming a regular occurrence. The thought scared him. Deep down inside, beyond the paranoia of someone finding out about them, Jacob just plain felt shameful over the things he did with Penelope. Her body... it wasn't what he was used to. She was a dragon, after all! He was used to thinking about Penelope as a little sister or a pet...

Now, with the recent bath incident, Jacob felt like the entire situation had gotten way out of hand.

Briefly, he cursed his position, jokingly wishing his parents could have just gotten him a gerbil instead. He then gave a wry laugh.

"Must be nice to have a pet that doesn't seduce you, talk dirty to you, and try and trick you into having sex. I wonder what that's like..." he thought, sarcastically, and turned restlessly in his bed...

--=-=--

The next day came eventually, and Jacob was almost grateful for it being a Monday, a day where he could spend time at the university. Going through the morning routine, he washed, shaved, and dressed. Slipping on his shoes, he then exited the back door of the mansion with a bowl of food in hand, making his way to the dragon's stable, with the thought to encourage her to stretch her wings while he was away.

Penelope turned out to be a bit too excited to see him in the morning. Upon opening the door to her stable, the dragon greeted him with a huge wing hug and a nuzzle, acting like she had not seen him in days.

"Nel!" he laughed, pushing the dragon off of him. "What's gotten into you?"

"Jake..." the dragon huffed. "Well... its just that yesterday was so amazing and I'm so happy you did it and I love you for it!"

Jacob swallowed thickly. "Yeah, about that..."

"Mm" Penelope continued, positively gushing. "My bath... Mrmph, it was so hot, Jake, having you bathe me, massaging my soapy flanks, you being so good and rubbing every part of me down, then feeling your hands wander, slowly getting more naughty, and then finally feeling you lick me, using your tongue, being so eager..." the dragon shivered. "Mm! I've wanted and imagined you doing that for a long time, and to see you finally do it was just... Mmmf!" Penelope heatedly nipped at his skin and buried her snout against his chest, growling. "That was the best part!"

She looked up at him, grinning deviously, her wings coming around to grab his waist. "So I was thinking.... since you've been really good, I think you deserve something good too, for giving me the best bath ever. Is there anything you want, Jake? Anything?"

A wing thumb appeared on the crotch of his pants, and Jacob sucked in a breath-full of air. Anything! But he couldn't give into her now.... Not when he had class to get to!

"Nel," he complained....

"What about my mouth?" Penelope churred. "I know you like it when I use my mouth... I could give you the best blowjob ever." she churred. "Or we could do something else... whatever you want! Tell me!"

"Oh man," he muttered, trying to ignore his already tightening pants. "Nel, please, you gotta-"

"You don't have to decide now!" she interrupted him. "I know you have to go to class right now. So just think about it and get back to me." she smiled cutely, with the tip of her pink tongue sticking out.

And with that, the dragon retreated back inside her pen, leaving Jacob dumb-founded. He stood there in front of the door, momentarily at a loss for words. Her behavior was only reaffirming his fears that things were getting out of hand... He couldn't have the dragon acting like this any longer. It was dangerous... someone could find out.

Jacob felt like he needed to say something. Even if it was not a good time....

After a few seconds, he peaked back inside Penelope's pen and cleared his throat anxiously. "Um, actually, Nel, I was thinking..."

"Yeah?" the dragon gave him her full attention, wearing a big smile.

"Um, actually, that maybe we should stop having sex so often..." he mumbled, unable to look at her.

Penelope's grin immediately dropped. "Oh..."

There was a silence. Both dragon and human briefly exchanged glances. Jacob couldn't really bring himself to say much more, and closed the door to her stable quickly, needing to head to class.

"Well, that was about as awkward as I could have ever hope manage..." he mumbled to himself as he grabbed his satchel and made way for the city.

--=-=--

The next day had become difficult for the pair. At first, the dragon was quiet. Jacob fed her in the morning and quickly left, with neither saying much. When he came home in the afternoon, he checked in on her, finding the stable empty and the dragon nowhere to be found. Penelope had gone off somewhere, perhaps to stretch her wings.

By dinner time she appeared again, acting as if nothing had happened. In fact, by all accounts she appeared to be the same the same chipper, bubbly dragon he was familiar with once more. The dragon could at times be difficult to read when there were things on her mind.... Jacob only hoped that she did not get herself too worked up over the rather abrupt conversation the had had the day before.

Sitting outside on a summer evening, having finished up his university studies hours prior, Jacob found pleasure in being able to relax with a good book in the mansion's backyard gardens. It was an odd story, one about two cities during some revolution, a castle being stormed, along with a bunch of foreign sounding names and places. Jacob was just glad that there were no dragons in this one. He already had more than enough of those....

He had been engrossed for over an hour, when suddenly, a scaled snout nudged under the book and lifted up, causing him to bobble and lose his grip. It fell to the ground on its spine, closing up neatly.

"Nel!"

Giggling, the lavender-scaled dragon quickly darted down to the grass and snatched the book up in her jaws.

"Mine!" she proudly shouted.

Jacob shook his head, both amused and annoyed, sitting up. "You're such a trouble-maker, dragon..."

"You're gonna have to come and get it if you want it back." She growled playfully, her words heavily garbled from the book wedged in her open mouth. She turned away from him and looked back, expecting to see her keeper get up and pursue.

"Nah, you can have it." Jacob kicked back in his chair with a stretch. "To be honest, it's pretty boring..."

He watched as the dragon's tail and head fins dropped in disappointment. She crept closer to him. "You're not gonna chase me?" she asked.

Jacob closed his eyes and said nothing, appearing to enjoy the sun.

The dragon let out a quiet whine and came closer to nudge his arm with her snout. "Jake?"

In an instant, Jacob sprung. He launched himself out of the chair and tightened one arm around the dragon's neck as he made a grab for the book with the other.

"Ah!" the dragon squealed in delight, wrestling with him for control of the book. She kicked and growled, yanking her head, and the book, away from his fingers. She extended a sturdy wing into his chest, leaving Jacob to grunt and fumble with the mess of bone and skin pressing strongly, pushing him away.

"You have too many limbs.... so unfair!" he grunted as Penelope's neck slipped from his grasp.

The dragon could have taken off in flight. But instead, she stayed on the ground, taunting him as she trotted away with a slow, haughty gait.

He knew he had to follow the dragon now. Jacob broke off in a jog, taking chase, jokingly yelling out that the dragon was more trouble than she was worth. He followed Penelope to her stable, where she snuck inside the open door and disappeared.

Jacob followed her inside, closing the door behind him, grinning. "Penelope.... now that wasn't too smart." he chided. "You're stuck here with no way to escape!"

The dragon turned from her bed, having plopped the book down on the mattress. "Oops!" she said, laughing. "I guess I'll have to fight you to let me out, then..."

Growling, Penelope bent down, sticking her butt up in the air and wriggling her hips and tail, looking ready to pounce.

"My gosh, you're playful today..." he said with a shake of his head. "What's gotten into you?"

"Come get the book, Jake," she growled, ignoring the question.

Jacob rolled his eyes. Cautiously, he took a step forward.

And instantly, the dragon sprung, launching herself at him. The two clashed as Penelope wrapped her forepaws around him, balancing on two legs a bit, leaving Jacob caught up in a mess of paws and wings. He set his feet and pushed back, trying to throw the dragon off-balance, grunting as he felt her claws digging into his skin.

The dragon, while on all fours, came up to roughly Jacob's waist, and she was large enough to overpower him. But Jacob was smarter. He twisted his body to the side, causing the dragon to falter on her two unsteady legs, and with a tiny trip of his foot she fell to the ground with a thump and a cry. In an instant, he jumped on her, plopping down on her stomach and knocking the wind out of her, and held her forelegs down with his hands. She squealed and squirmed for a moment, wings and tail writhing.

"I win." he said, simply. "Too easy."

But then his smile slowly dropped.

Penelope had stopped struggling, doing nothing staring with wide, excited eyes, her mouth panting hot breath as she looked up at her keeper sitting over her in what Jacob had just realized could be taken as a very sexual moment.

"Uh oh..." he looked at her incredulously. Now that he thought of it, it really had been too easy! Penelope usually put up much more of a fight than that... the dragon normally loved to wrestle and rough-house.

"Penelope?" he said her name sternly. "What are you-"

Putting on a sly face for him, the dragon licked her lips and let out a churr. "Mmm, Jake..." Slowly, her wings came up to wrap around him, holding him. "You're right... you won. Now show me what a bad dragon I've been...."

Jacob pursed his lips. The last thing had wanted was to put himself in a position where he would be at the mercy of this dragon's lust. Getting him in her stable alone.... this was just another one of her tricks! Who was really pinning who, here? His anxiety began growing. His reluctant arousal, too.... knowing the dragon was designing to get in his pants. He swallowed uncomfortably.

"Uh, not this time, Nel..." he began to sit up, but found Penelope's leathery wings holding him.

"No!" she whined, holding on to him. Her thumb claws gripped his against shoulders tight.

"Penelope!" He brushed the wings off of him and stood up, annoyed. "I... I don't think we should be having sex right now..."

"Sex?" she gasped, looking offended, but then Penelope seemed to flinch and put on an innocent expression. "I never said anything about mating! I just wanted to play... Come on, Jake..." the dragon rolled to her feet, standing up, pretending like the whole scene had never happened.

"Play?" he asked. The sound of his disbelief was think in the air.

"I'm serious!" she whined. Penelope looked worried... no, she looked desperate, Jacob thought. He was too suspicious of her motives to take the dragon on her word.

"I just..." she continued. "I was bored, and you were there, and I wanted to have fun for a while...."

"So this has nothing to do with sex."

"No, Jake..." Penelope whispered, drawing close to his ear. "Nothing...."

The whisper was too much for him. Jacob couldn't help but immediately feel a pressing need to leave. "Uh, I gotta go, Nel..." He put a hand to the door latch.

"NO!" she growled. The dragon was on him in an instant. Penelope sprung forward and reared up, slamming her forepaws against the door on either side of Jake's shoulders. The dragon could not stop herself from letting a terse growl escape her throat as she brought her snout to his face, her look menacing.

"Penelope!" he yelped in honest fright.

As if his voice flicked a switch in her brain, Penelope caught herself, becoming aware of her own aggressive actions, and Jake watched her angry expression immediately soften to one of meekness as the dragon to collected her out-of-control emotions.

"I..." she mumbled. Penelope pushed herself off the door and fell back down on to all fours. "I'm sorry...."

"But Jake..." Penelope whimpered softly. "Come on... I just want to play for a while. Just ... can we wrestle some more, pleeease?" She nuzzled his chest once more, pressing Jake gently up against the stable's exit.

"I.... I... uh..." Jake stammered, not knowing what to say as his dragon suspicously continued to rub her snout all over him. He felt her slowly going lower, nuzzling his belly, whispering "Please..." though nearly closed jaws, moving ever closer to his pants. Her wing claws held onto his shirt, grasping, pulling down on his collar anxiously.

"Don't you want to play?" she whispered. The dragon began to nuzzle around the crotch of his pants, planting a tiny lick on the outside.

"I..."

"Just for a little while..." she cooed.

"I...."

And under the weight of the immense sexual tension in the room, Jacob finally snapped.

"Okay, I'm done! I quit!" He threw his hands up in the air.

Penelope blinked and raised her head, looking confused. "Huh?"

He pushed the dragon away. "I'm done playing this stupid game. Why can't you just say it? Say that you want to have sex with me? We've been through this so many times before, you trying to trick me and stuff.... Look, it can be simple: you ask, I'll say no, and then we'll be done with it and move on to something else. There. Just stop with the games already!"

The dragon bit her lip, knowing she had been caught again. "I.... I...." she stammered. The dragon broke her eye contact. She stared at the ground for a moment, collecting her thoughts.

"That's why I just can't ask, Jake. You'll just say no," she muttered.

Jacob felt a twisted sense of satisfaction well up inside him. "So at least you admit it...." He folded his arms.

Penelope whined in response.

Jacob let out a sigh of frustration and massaged his brow. "Gosh, I'm so done with this..." Jacob went to put his hand on the door.

"You're in a bad mood today, aren't you?" the dragon pouted, holding one forepaw up in the air.

He almost couldn't believe it. Her naivety stuck a chord of anger in him.

"No, Nel, you don't understand!" he gawked. "I'm tired of this... all of this!" he gesticulated. "All the sex and seduction and stuff that you've been putting me through the past few weeks!"

"What do you mean?" Penelope whined, taking a step back. Her cheek fins were flattened and drooping already. "I thought you liked it...."

He took a seat on Penelope's storage crate with a sigh and rested an ankle on his knee. "Oh my gosh, Nel, you don't get it, do you? I don't even know where to begin... Maybe your bath? Going out and getting yourself filthy and giving me a lot of work bathing you, just so you could put me in another one of your traps to have sex? How you came on to me outside like that, where someone could have easily seen us and gotten us in trouble?" He suddenly sat up and leaned forward, his voice getting angrier by the second. "Or how about lying to me when you said this sort of behavior would stop after your heat ended!? Huh, Nel? Is any of that stuff fair to me? I wanted to believe you, too! Cripes!"

Penelope hung her head low to the floor, her wings drooped listlessly. The dragon looked downright shocked from being berated in such a way.

"Jake... I..." Shrinking away from him, the dragon retreated to her mattress on the ground, curling up in a ball. She refused to look his way, instead focusing her gaze on the ground in front of her snout.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, her lips curled in a miserable frown.

"Sorry for what?" He demanded angrily.

"I said... I'm sorry you're so angry...." She mumbled again, this time louder, still keeping her sad eyes on the ground.

"You're sorry that I'm angry?" he laughed in disbelief, standing up and beginning to yell. "But you're not sorry over what you did? You're not sorry that you've been manipulating me, seducing me, tricking me, putting me in really difficult spots like yesterday? You're not sorry that you made my father incredibly suspicious when you insisted on coming on to me while I was trying to talk to him through the door? I mean, Cripes, Nel, not a day goes by where I'm not paranoid that someone might find out what's going on... and every day I let things happen, you get more and more brazen, making it even harder on me!

"Heck, do you even care how upset I get over the situation? Do you know how many nights I've spent worrying about the two of us? Do you know how afraid I am to encourage you, how conflicted I am to give in, and how awful I feel about myself afterward? Do you know how often I worry that Father would get rid of you if he found out? Or even do something worse than that?

"Do you even care about any of that, Nel? Is the only thing you're worried about finding ways to squeeze out another mindless romp outta me? Is that what you were thinking yesterday? Were you thinking at all? Huh?"

Silence.

"Well? what is it, Nel? I-oh...."

Jacob felt the pit of his stomach churn, and a wave of regret swallowed him up. He had just noticed the dragon, still curled up in a ball on her bed and staring at the ground, was now wearing a single tear down her cheek.

"Oh gosh..." he mumbled, dropping to his knees in front of her. "Nel.... "

The dragon shut her eyes tight. "I... I didn't know I've been making you feel so bad..." she whispered.

Jacob drew a hand close to her face, but he couldn't bring himself to touch her.

"Penelope..." he closed his eyes with a sigh.

He had done it. He had finally snapped, finally gotten the chance to let all his emotions out and into the open. He had finally stood up to his dragon, put his foot down, and told her he didn't like being pushed around by her. At first he felt triumphant, righteously angered...

But now he felt like a total jerk.

"I didn't know..." she whimpered into her paws. "I didn't mean to.... this is all my..."

"No-no-no, it's alright, Nel...." his voice quickly dropping to a comforting tone. "It's not all your fault. Its just... well, what's going on between us has gotten me really stressed out. And I'm angry... but I shouldn't be letting all that out on you. That was my fault. I'm sorry. "

Jacob drew two fingers underneath the dragon's chin and gently lifted, imploring Penelope to look him in the eye. He then cradled her head softly.

"I should have known better than to let it all out like that.... You know I hate to get you upset. Are you okay, Nel?"

The lavender dragon searched his eyes for a moment, her expression held in a pathetic frown.

"I... no," she began, turning away from him. "I don't know."

"Penelope..." He frowned, laying a gentle hand on her wing base.

"I didn't know you were upset on the inside... I mean, I think I knew, but, I...." she shut her eyes tight and ducked her head in shame. And then, taking a big breath, she forced out some rather reluctant words.

"Okay, I lied. I know it gets you upset, Jake. I know. I just didn't think it was a big deal, okay? I didn't care, because I liked mating with you. I didn't think, I just acted. And I tried to get you to not think either, just to get you to focus on having fun. I just don't know why you resist mating so much. So it always makes me think if I just try harder to convince you..." She let out a huff of frustration.

Jacob was beside himself for a moment at listening to Penelope's own confessions. "So all that 'Don't think, just act' stuff you kept telling me..."

Penelope pouted. "I was just trying to tell you that because you always get conflicted when you start thinking...."

"You also told me that because you wanted to get me to bed again." Jacob retorted, folding his arms over his chest in disapproval. Penelope ducked her head and pulled her frills flat against her head in a show of guilt.

"...That too," she winced. The dragon felt dirty for trying to pull that trick on him.

Penelope buried her snout in her forepaws once more, hiding from him. Her voice quivered in the air. "I just don't like seeing you be so resistant. It makes me upset on the inside... Makes me feel like you don't like me...

"But now..." she continued. "Now, you've gone and done all this thinking.... and now you're really upset, and I feel all bad, and... and...."

"Nel..." Jacob sighed and dropped his head into his hands. He felt sick for letting his anger out and berating the dragon so, but at the same time, a wave of relief had washed over him. So many things he wanted to talk about were finally being brought to the surface.

"I just don't want to stop...." the dragon mumbled into her paws.

"It's okay, Nel...." he began with a sigh. "Look, we've been not quite on the same page as each other for a while. I think it's time we just sit down and talk about a few things..."

--=-=--

Jacob sat with his dragon on the old mattress she called her bed. The two discussed their situation for the greater part of a few hours.

Personal secrets came to light. Confessions were shared. And in the midst of it all, Jacob seemed to realize more and more that this conversation had been very much overdue.

It wasn't for lack of trying. But there were too many times, too many attempts where he had tried to discuss his personal predicaments when the dragon was just simply too horny to be in the mood to talk. None of those times had ended well. So in a way, Jacob thought, it had been fortunate that he had gotten Penelope upset enough to stop thinking about sex for a while.

Startlingly enough, he found out that Penelope had been keeping quite a few things to herself as well. How she would sit in her pen, planning out ways to get him to give in for days, devising all sorts of tricks and traps for her keeper. Some of them she had even sprung without Jacob's knowledge. Apparently the dragon's planning had been going on for months prior! There were a few times Penelope tried to enter his third floor bedroom from the window, planning to be ready for him when he returned from class, but she had too much trouble trying to open the window from the outside while trying to stay airborne.

Jacob was at a loss. "So that's how my window sill ended up with all those marks on it?"

"...Maybe..." She reluctantly spoke. "Once, I tried to perch in the tree to wait for you, but I was way too heavy and the branches weren't strong enough... And I couldn't use the roof either because I couldn't see your window from there." She frowned.

"Gosh, Nel! Don't you realize how upset my father would have been if he found out you've tried all these stunts?" he gawked.

"Well... I didn't really think about that...." she admitted.

Jacob just shook his head. "I... Come on, Nel, you at least understand why it's important that no one knows about what's going on between us, right?"

Penelope first searched floor of the pen, and then his face for an answer. "Um... because Dessie might get mad at you?"

"Oh, cripes..." he shook his head.

There was silence for a while, as both human and dragon retreated to their thoughts. Jacob was at a loss for how to explain all the reasons why their relations should be kept secret.

It was Penelope that spoke up first.

"Jake, do you like me?"

"I-" Jacob cocked his head in confusion. "Yes..."

"How much do you like me?" she asked. The dragon stood up, peering into his eyes.

Jacob reared back, feeling a bit uncomfortable at being put on the spot like this. He was reluctant to respond. Not because his answer would disappoint the dragon, but because he was afraid it would actually do the oppisite and encourage her.

"Oh come on, Nel.... we've been through this before!" Jake deflected. "Many times in just the past week or so, let alone before that! For crying out loud, Penelope, how many years have I had you? How often do I do things for you and help you when you're down and spend time with you?"

Penelope pouted. "Say it!"

Jake let out an aggrivated groan and stood up with a push, turning away from her.

"Say it!" she repeated, this time louder.

Jake turned to face her once more. "I like you a lot! Okay?" he finally relented, putting his hand on his hips.

"How much?" the dragon demanded, standing up as well.

"A... a lot!"

"How much is a lot?"

"I...." Jake hung his head. "I don't even know...."

He paused. "Enough to make it really hard on me to see you so upset over this... thing between us. Enough to make me regret pushing you away...."

Silence.

Penelope stood there glaring at Jacob with her head down and nostrils flared, breathing hard. The dragon had gotten herself worked up. She appeared to Jake to be weighing his words in her mind.

"Look, Nel..." he began. "You're missing the point. You've been missing the point for the past week or two. This isn't about how much I care about you. I like you a lot. But I like you because of who you are...." he patted the dragon's scaled chest. "Not because of what you are."

"... a dragon." she muttered in resignation.

Jacob nodded as both sat back down on the mattress. "Exactly. I like you for being Penelope, not for having four legs and wings. But sex is a physical attraction. I'm human, and so I'm attracted to humans. Dragon things like scales, claws, and tails... Those aren't human things. That's why I'm feeling so awkward all the time. Do you get it?"

Shifting in place, Penelope tucked her dark gray claws under her body and curled up in a ball, finding the unflattering words very unwelcome to her ears. The dragon envied female humans, particularly for their provocative breasts and curvy hips and because of how men, which included her keeper, seemed to be mesmerized by them so. The dragon felt like she was being told she was not good enough, that she was ugly and unwanted.

"But can't you feel it too Nel?" he prodded, feeling concerned from her downcast expression. "Don't you find it a little odd to be sexual with someone that walks on two legs? Wouldn't you want more... dragon-like things in a partner, like a tail, wings, and a snout?"

Penelope stayed silent. She thought for a long time, before finally coming to a revelation.

"I... I think so," she finally responded, ducking her head again in embarrassment. She didn't want to admit the same to Jacob, to make him feel like he couldn't match up to her ideals. Penelope had been raised in captivity, and had rarely spent time with other dragons. Being around humans was as natural to her as could be. But even still...

"Sometimes," Penelope reluctantly admitted. "When we're mating, I think about what if you were a dragon instead, if your arms were wings, or if you walked on all fours. And sometimes...

She whispered quietly, feeling ashamed to continue. "...Sometimes, I get a thought in my mind and pretend you really are a dragon, too..."

Jacob let out a laugh at that, a reaction she was not expecting at all.

Penelope looked up at him. "You're not upset?" she asked.

He shook his head, playfully pulling her close. "Oh my gosh, no, of course not! That just means you're normal, that you want a partner that's a dragon like you, too. Actually...."

He paused for a moment. "...to be honest, I feel a lot better about it if I try to forget you're a dragon and, just... Sheeh, we've both been doing it! Ha!"

"You have?" the dragon whined. Her head fins immediately flattened and she curled her lip down in disapproval. "You pretend I'm human?"

"Nel!" he laughed. "Are you really gonna be upset when you do the same thing?"

"But, but..." the lavender-scaled reared her head back, stuttering for a moment, before drooping her shoulders and fins in resignation.

"Okay, maybe you're right..." she relented.

Jacob let out a long, satisfied breath. Knowing Penelope was thinking about her own kind, like any dragon should.... For some reason, he felt a lot more normal, a lot more at ease with what was going on.

"But Jake...." Penelope began, and Jacob's smile was whisked away.

"What?"

"You say since we have different bodies it's not right... but sometimes, I don't feel that way. Sometimes... I even like that you're human. Your body's fun because it's different from mine."

Penelope found it in herself to feel better she imagined her keeper's body in her mind. She churred quietly in her throat and laid her head against his chest, letting the tip of her tongue her lips in a smile. "I like your chest, your hair, your cute butt, even if it doesn't have a tail. Its different... exciting because its different. And I like it when you stroke and pet me and touch me with your hands..."

"Oh, cripes..."

His behavior caused Penelope to object with a whimper. "Jake... don't you feel the same way?" she pleaded.

"I, uh...." Sobering up quickly, he anxiously ran his hand through his hair. Jacob couldn't bring himself to say he didn't like being with her. He knew he did. He was just ashamed over it. Before it was easier, when he could blame it on a mere curiosity for sex, or when he told himself he was simply helping the dragon with her heat. But deep down inside, he knew better. He was beginning to like it. Beginning to like her, even! He knew it from the way he had begun to stare at her body sometimes, getting little thoughts from a glance under her tail, or....

Jacob set his teeth as he felt himself become filled with temptation, and pushed the image out of his mind. He didn't want to say it. He couldn't bear to. Not with a dragon....

"I..." he anxiously stared at the rafters above the the dragon's stable.

Penelope pouted and let out a tiny whimper at his refusal to answer. "I don't get it, Jake... You always look like you don't want to admit things. You said you're ashamed, but we're alone here... so why be ashamed around me?"

"Even when there's nobody here, I'm still ashamed of myself." he dropped his head in resignation.

Penelope furrowed her brow, thinking hard. "But you're not ashamed of liking me, hugging me, spending time with me!"

"Well, yeah... I do those things because of who you are, not what you are. Remember?"

"But... can't you mate me for the same reason?" she whined.

"...Mate with you because of who you are?" he parroted the idea, finding it unusual and foreign on his tongue.

"I mean..." she huffed, scooting forward and draping both forepaws over his lap. "You say mating is a physical attraction, but I don't think that's true. Because even if you're body is different from mine, even if it's weird sometimes... I still like it anyway!"

"Nel..." Jacob winced.

"I do! I like mating, and I like you. So just think, Jake! Why not try mating with me because of who I am instead of what I am?"

Penelope was coming up with awfully profound things for a dragon to say.... And as Jacob pondered the meaning of her words, an odd chill run up his neck.

Jacob had been so fixated on his anxiety that he had never considered much beyond the hardened scales Penelope wore on her skin. But right now, he was taking an odd look at what went deeper. Sure, he did enjoy Penelope's personality, both in and out of bed. She certainly knew how to push his buttons, how to make him feel wonderful with her actions and behavior, despite her body's unorthodox design....

The dragon's question stirred up revelations in his mind, ones he was both uncomfortable with and excited to approach. Was it really that easy, he wondered? Was it just a matter of looking past the fact that she was a dragon? Could he even do such a thing?

He briefly imagined Penelope as a human, with the same bubbly, excitable, naive personality, same expressive blue eyes, and reaffirmed that he would had no objections to her amorous activities then. Perhaps, then, it wasn't so fair to Penelope to treat her different simply based off her body...

Maybe... maybe she was right!

"Cripes..." he muttered, trying to come to grips with his epiphany.

"What?" Penelope asked. "What is it?"

"Well, when you put it the way you did..." he mumbled, still staring off into the corner of the dragon's stable. "Maybe you got a point."

"I do?" Her head perked up and her tail thumped against the mattress in excitement. "I... wait, what do you mean?" She cocked her head, suddenly confused.

He slowly turned to her, a shy smile growing on his face.

"It means... shoot," he cleared his throat, finding it difficult to come to terms with what he was about to say. "Well, it means that I like sex, and I like you.... and even if I'm not made to like both at once, maybe..." he winced. "Maybe I'm getting too hung up on the fact that you're a dragon and just not-"

"Ah!" Penelope squealed in excitement. Before he could even finish, the dragon gleefully jumped forward to embrace him, wrapping her leathery wings around his chest and licking his neck repeatedly with enthusiasm.

"Really, Jake? Really? You'll be okay with it from now on? Really? You will?" She gushed, excitedly doting affection on him with her tongue and snout.

Laughing as his dragon smothered him with affection, he reached under her wings, and pushed her away gently on the chest. "Nel, Nel! Hold on a second!"

Pulling away from the embrace, Penelope cocked her head in confusion. "What?"

He shook his head, smiling. "Okay, just..." he took in a deep breath and held it, giving himself a moment. "Okay, maybe I can learn to be okay with us fooling around a bit from now on..."

"But," he added, sternly. "We gotta set some ground rules, first."

"Like what?" She asked, with a perked and eager expression.

Jacob's expression hardened. "Well first off, we gotta keep things private, Nel. I'm serious about this... no one needs to know. Especially Father. He's been suspicious ever since about a week ago, and so if he asks you anything about what goes on between us, you gotta lie to him.... you got that?"

"Dessie? Why?" she asked in confusion. "Why doesn't he want us mating? Just because he doesn't like me?"

Jacob was once again taken aback at her naivety.

The dragon, true to her nature, had never really understood the concept of sex being something that could be taboo and unacceptable. She at least appeared to know their pairing was not exactly normal, and had been around humans long enough to see how hush-hush they could get about the topic sex, but Jacob had just now realized that the dragon apparently held no shame in what she was doing, and had no knowledge of why anyone else would be taken aback at it either.

"I... Nel, there's something you need to understand..." he began.

Jacob began an awkward talk. He suffered through the words, trying his best to explain how taboo their pairing was... how dragons were supposed to be with dragons, and humans were to be with humans. How everyone else would find their pairing strange, or worse. He explained the shame and embarrassment he felt, and how bad it would be if people knew. And all the while Penelope sat and listened and thought hard. All the stress Jacob held... she was just beginning to understand how she had caused quite a bit of it, and rather needlessly, too. Penelope began to feel horrible.

"But...." the dragon piped up in sudden protest. "But... why is so bad if we mate with eachother? Why does everyone think that?"

"I..." Jacob blinked. He had never really taken time to wonder why. It just always was!

"I don't really know... maybe its just because how it makes everyone feel very uncomfortable." He finally stated.

"Just like you..." Penelope pouted. "So that means... you think it's wrong, too?"

Jacob shook his head. "Truthfully, I just don't know anymore, Penelope...."

The dragon let out a disappointed whimper at his words, but she did not press further.

"But you understand, now, right?" he asked. "How we need to keep this secret?"

Desmond.... Penelope already knew he didn't like her. The dragon wondered he would do if he found out. Horrors ran through her imaginative mind as she pictured being locked inside her stable, unable to see Jacob, or even worse.... going a whole day without food!

Penelope thought the words over a bit, solemnly nodding. "...I get it. Lie to Dessie if he asks."

He blinked, finding it a little surprising that Penelope seemed so decisive. "Okay, good. Now..."

After some back-and-forth, Jacob and Penelope worked out an agreement to the best of their abilities. Penelope promised to try hard to keep her interest in Jacob to herself and not display any sexual attraction in front of others. And though it was a hassle, Jacob also got her to promise to stop pushing him and egging him on for sex as much as she had in the past. And in turn, Jacob agreed to try let the dragon express her affection more... and more importantly to the dragon, to be more comfortable with the sex.

Penelope was enthralled beyond words that her keeper would be letting her try all sorts of things from now on, provided they were in the right time and place. By all accounts the dragon was as chipper and cheerful as could be. But Jacob was beside himself, trying to come to grips with how to accept what was happening. If nothing else, he was immensely relieved to have the dragon commit to keeping things secret. That alone made her affection much more easy to accept....

Jacob shook his head. He could barely believe what he was agreeing to... Some kind of "forbidden love" relationship, like one would see some of those cheesy romantic novels his mother would love to read. Only this time, it was real, and with a dragon, of all things!

And then, with a start, Jacob had a horrible moment of self-awareness: Exactly what kind of relationship was this between him and his dragon, anyway? Before she started this whole "mating" thing, he was more used to thinking of Penelope as a little sister or a pet. But... the more he tried looking at Penelope as a companion first and a dragon second, the easier he found himself rationalizing it all. He thought to himself, thinking about two companions finding a mutual interest in sex.... there was nothing wrong with that, right?

... Right?

--=-=---

Days came and went. Jacob busied himself in his studies at the university, happy to find that a great deal of the tension between him and Penelope was now unraveled. It had seemed like a huge weight had been removed from his shoulders. There was no more stress, no more tension while being alone with the dragon... Even his parents noticed himself in a brighter mood.

Their time together had become a bit more what Jacob was used to. He and the dragon spent time together, like a normal, platonic friendship. The change was positively refreshing. And even without sex, Penelope still enjoyed his companionship. She still liked to help Jacob with his at-home studies, even though more often than not "studying" was a matter of the dragon flipping through his textbooks and remarking how confusing everything was.

For five whole days, the dragon did not press the issue of sex with him. Her agreement to tone things down, coupled with the dragon no longer being in heat, had left Penelope a lot less pushy and demanding. Her change in behavior... it was startling. Startling and very, very much appreciated to Jacob. In fact, no longer having to fear such overt sexual tension had left Jacob more willing to show outward affection for the dragon, something that Penelope in turn found she enjoyed.

When apart, Jacob concerned himself with his human things, and Penelope did all sorts of dragon things. She sunbathed, lounged, napped, stretched her wings when she could, and continued her ever-important errand running for Jacob's father and his trade.

With the telephone a mere curiosity in new technology, and alternative was via the laborious process of telegram or letter, the dragon proved useful in delivery and communication across short distances. Penelope was faster than the postal service, though perhaps was not always as accurate. Long range communication proved to be a tad daunting for Penelope, who had a tendency to become lost. But her natural flying ability and capacity to carry a package proved to be invaluable for Desmond, who ran a vast trading empire and had numerous contacts to coordinate shipments and trade caravans.

So it was of little surprise to hear from the man that he needed Penelope for a "rather long task" one Friday evening at dinner.

Jacob looked up from his plate and cocked his head. "Not tonight, though?"

He shook his head. "Tomorrow... Saturday. I still need to talk to her about it."

"What for?"

Desmond dismissed Jacob with a wave of his hand. " It's nothing you need to worry about. Just need her help securing some cargo. Penelope's gonna be busy for a while, that's all."

"Really? Don't you got dock workers for that?" Jacob asked.

"I need her wings." he spoke gruffly, and cleared his throat before going back to his dinner. It was his way of ending the conversation.

Jacob looked at his father questioningly, finding his explanation to be a tad odd. Desmond's thick, but graying hair and stern, chiseled face, somewhat softened by the lines of middle age, was impossible to read.

Having Penelope move cargo was an unusual task for the dragon, especially when Penelope, rather inconveniently, had no hands to speak of. But Jacob questioned it no further in his mind, being far more concerned with the prospect of his dragon alone with his father for the next few days. A tiny twinge of paranoia welled up in the back of his mind at the possibility of conversation between the two. Scraping his plate clean and taking a big gulp of water from his glass, he stood up from the table just as one of the chamber maids entered the dining hall.

"Well, I'm gonna go feed her and then... I dunno, we might go for a ride or something before it gets dark. Ah, wait!"

He chastised the maid as she began to take the food away. "Penelope needs some too!" he spoke, and Desmond let out a grunt in mild annoyance.

--=-=--

A few minutes later, Jacob found himself in front of Penelope's stable, holding the dragon's dinner. Tonight was her usual kibblized beef and cornmeal concoction (the kind formulated specifically for dragons, according to the city butcher who sold it, though to be honest Jacob couldn't see the difference between it and the dog chow that was sold on the same shelf). This time, he had topped it off with a garnish of leftover ravioli. He set the bowl on the musty old barrel just next to the door and gave a polite knock before opening it a few inches.

"Hey Nel!"

"Jake!" The dragon stuck her head through the opening wearing an eager grin. "Where have you been all day?" she pleasantly churred.

Her enthusiasm was already starting to get infectious, and Jacob found himself grinning. "I had some things to take care of at the university after class. But I don't got anything to do tonight, so I was thinking we could hang out a bit."

"Ah! Good! Let's go do something! We could run around, play games, ride trails, wrestle... You know I like to wrestle, even if I have to let you win." Penelope came up to Jacob and nuzzled his face with a draconic purr. "Please?"

Wrestling.... just the mention brought up the memory of Penelope's book-stealing antics from a few days ago. "Uh, how about we go on a hike or something before it gets too dark?" he asked, returning the affection with a pat on the cheek.

"I guess..."

The dragon seemed to get an idea, and she leaned in, getting her lips close to his ear. "And then maybe later.... we could do something else. Something a bit more fun."

Giggling softly, the dragon's tongue flicked out, and she sensually drew it across his earlobe.

His eyes immediately widened and he felt a tightening in his chest, her words having their desired effect on him. There it was! Jacob had almost been waiting for when Penelope's interest in sex would start to show once more. He pushed the dragon's face away gently, feeling that familiar rush of anxiety and forbidden excitement.

"Oh, come now, Nel..." he laughed shakily. "You don't even want your dinner first?"

Penelope's eyes lit up for a split second. "OOH YES, FOO-wait. Hold on..."

She put on a distrustful look, drawing her fins flat and holding one paw in the air. "This isn't a trick, is it?"

Jacob bit his lip, forgetting that the dragon had been catching on to him for using food as a distraction. "Um... no? I brought dinner. It's dinner time, after all."

Penelope stared into Jake's eyes for a second, thinking hard.

"Um.... umm...." she put her foot down. "Oh, I don't care, I'm hungry!"

"Haha! Okay, Nel... I'll be right back."

Jacob closed the door and shot a worried glance back at the house. It was impossible to see inside the windows. The mansion was dark and the glass reflected the expansive backyard in the evening sun. Someone... his father, could have been watching. He didn't want Penelope showing that kind of behavior....

...at least, not yet!

Grabbing the bowl of food from the old barrel sitting outside, Jacob slipped back into the pen, this time closing the door behind him.

Penelope's enclosure was very much unlike a horse's quarters. Though the dragon herself was smaller than a horse, and more close to a donkey or pony in size, the single-cell stable was large and expansive, constructed of painted, fire-resistant lumber, and a high, raftered celing. Small, pane-less windows adored each side, just large enough for the dragon to stick her head out. Inside, the floor was carefully laid flagstone: always cold, but smooth on the feet. A water trough adorned the side next to the door, and Penelope's personal crate of random trinkets and knick-knacks, the dragon's outlet for her compuslive hoarding behavior, stood against the wall oppisite of the door.

Her box-less king-size mattress, a hand-me-down from his parents that had replaced her ratty deer pelts, was laying in the far corner. On the left wall, hanging up on hooks, was a lantern that was now unlit, a saddle, a bit-less dragon bridle, and other various accessories that belonged to the dragon. Next to that, a toy bin and a spartan cabinet that contained her winter blankets, grooming tools, and other items. It was a simple living space, but spacious enough for Penelope, and one she felt comforted by. Jacob thought it was a rather homely place for her, too... He had always thought that the gray color scheme and flagstone gave her stable a "cave-y" feel to it...

And naturally, the place always smelled like dragon, making it feel even more like a cave...

The door automatically locked from the inside with a child-proof latch, a feature Desmond had been keen on getting installed when the dragon was little, but it did little to prevent Jacob and some of the more sympathetic maids from keeping Penelope's door open just a crack while he was at work.

"Here you go, Nel. You got some ravioli tonight!" Jacob set the bowl on the foor. The lavender-hued dragon squealed in glee and pounced on the food, slurping up the dinner quickly, hardly even chewing.

"Why do you always eat like you're starving?" he asked, bemused, leaning against the inside of the door.

Penelope looked up, staring at him in the face. She lifted her head slightly, pausing to finish her gulp, and spoke: "I eat it fast because it tastes so GOOD!"

Jacob smiled.

The dragon bowed and smiled. "Just hold on!" Penelope then went back to her food eagerly, making quiet "Mmm!" sounds as she gulped, thoroughly enjoying every morsel. She used her tongue to gather up for the few lingering pieces, and took extra care to lick the bowl clean when she was done.

"Mm, thank you, Jake," the dragon purred. She raised her head and nuzzled the human's chest longingly. Jacob gave a few snout rubs to the affectionate dragon before bending down to pick up the bowl. He then stood up and turned around.

But he didn't even get to open the door before Penelope had appeared beside him.

"Nel?" he gazed her way with a curious eye.

With an almost serpentine movement, Penelope slid her scaled body between him and the door.

"Not so fast, my little human," she deviously growled, blocking his exit. Before he even knew it, her one wing draped across his shoulders while other extened to cover the door.

"Nel!" he objected. "I was just gonna take the food bowl back inside..."

"Sure, sure..." Penelope giggled, extending her neck upwards to plant a suspicious lick on his chin. "And what if you were planning to escape into the house, leaving your dragon all alone and lonely?"

Jacob took in a big breath and exhaled loudly, quickly becoming tempted with all sorts of forbidden thoughts.

The dragon's lips drew close to his ear to whisper as the thumb claw on her right wing curled around his shoulders slowly, pausing to paw at his chest...

"You don't want to leave your dragon all alone and lonely, right?" She hissed into his ear, her wing thumb caressing his chest with a claw. "Not when she's been so eager to see you..."

So touchy-feely for a dragon, he thought! Jacob laid a hand on Penelope's shoulders and held her back, trying to force the anxiety and reluctance out of his mind.

"You've been waiting to bring this up with me, huh?" He forced a laugh.

The dragon circled around him, rubbing her scaled flank as it came up against his waist. "May-be?" she playfully sang. "I know you don't have class tomorrow, so I thought it'd be a good night...."

She paused. "...You want to, right?" Penelope asked. The dragon looked at him inquisitively, cocking her head and searching for a response.

Penelope was searching for his approval, testing him on his promise. Jacob faltered for a moment, feeling that familiar sense of shame and anxiety. He knew he had agreed to act more comfortable with this, to accept the fact that he liked laying with her....

Jacob set his teeth and relented.

"Yes," he responded.

"Ah! Yessssss!" Penelope squealed in delight, bounding to him and wrapping him up in a convoluted embrace of wings and forelegs. "Thank you, Jake," she crooned, rubbing her cheek against his. "And I didn't even need to trick you this time!"

Laughing in her embrace, he bore a big smile. But after a second, he quickly dropped it. "Oh shoot, we can't."

Penelope immediately broke the hug and returned to all fours, pouting. "What? Why?"

Jacob ran to the window, peering out the side that faced the mansion. "At least not right here.... Father is gonna be looking for you. He has something about work he needs to talk to you about. Some kind of big job. He could stop in at any moment."

The dragon frowned. "Dessie?" She thought for a moment, before getting an idea.

"Okay!" she said, perkily. "Let's head off to the lake real quick! No one will find us!"

He looked at the dragon in mild surprise, not expecting her to be so agreeable. Penelope wanting to wait until they were safely alone in the woods? Was this really the same dragon that forced herself on him right in the presence of his father only a few weeks ago?

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I...." He felt his chest tighten once more, and bit his lower lip in anxiousness in the thought of hiding from his father to go do.... something, with Penelope.

"...Okay. Sounds like a plan." He turned to her. "Let's get you saddled up."

And the dragon was all smiles.

.....

As he hunkered down on Penelope's saddle, feet carefully placed in the stirrups, hands holding onto the reins he never even used, Jacob reflected on his situation. It was oddly similar to their first time, being whisked away by his dragon for a romp in the woods and all. The only difference was, this time, there was no traps involved, no secret plan by Penelope to get into his pants: this time, he knew exactly what he was getting in to...

Penelope ran. She sprinted, almost wishing she was strong enough to fly him there instead. Nostrils flared, her chest expanded with every deep breath, and powerful legs moved quickly under them both. The lake was far, but not too far for a good run. Which was good, because the dragon needed to stretch her legs. Her excitement for the next part carried her along a fast pace.

Taking advantage of the summer evenings, Jacob and Penelope enjoyed the hours of sun left despite it being well past dinner. Before he knew it, they came to the end of the forest trail, where they could see the dark water, the old and rotting dock, the lone tree standing in the clearing where soft, unkempt grass dotted the ground. As the dragon slowed to a trot and then a stop, Jacob said nothing, feeling anxious for what was to come.

We're here..." Penelope began, shrugging her shoulders up to get a hold of Jacob's attention. He bounced in place as the saddle lifted from under him.

"Ah!" he mumbled in surprise as he was pulled from his thoughts, and Penelope giggled.

"Time to get off of me, Jake," she growled playfully. "I think it's my turn to ride you now...."

Swallowing thickly, he nodded and hopped off the dragon. Her reins fell from his hand and dangled from her chin. He turned around to find Penelope standing, panting softly from the run. She stared at him silently, wearing her leather halter, her eyes impatient.

"So, um...." he stuttered, not sure what to do. He briefly wondered if the dragon was going to pounce on him right then and there.

"Jake..." Penelope breathed, drawing closer to him and sitting down on her haunches. She leaned in and pressed her head against his chest, looking up at him. "I'm so glad that you're finally saying yes now..." she churred. "Seeing you not be so reluctant anymore, it makes me really happy."

A paw appeared on his leg, and she squeezed him.

He smiled, inwardly trying to get rid of his thoughts of shame and embarrassment. He stared back at his companion, trying to look deeper than the scales she wore on her skin....

"Just two companions finding a mutual interest in eachother..." he thought.

Outwardly, he spoke: "I'm just glad that things are a bit less stressful now...."

There was an awkward pause, and Jacob turned, staring off into the water.

"I mean, Nel.... well, I'm just really glad we finally had that talk... You have no idea how much easier it is on me not having to worry about losing my pants every time I walk in your stable."

"You say that like it's a bad thing..." she pouted, slightly.

Jacob laughed.

"You know, Jake," she continued, scooting to his front and peering up at him carefully. "I've been really good all week.... I've been giving you some space, keeping things quiet, controlling myself..."

A forepaw wrapped around his legs, gripping him tight as a rather provocative growl welled up in Penelope's throat. "Haven't I been a good dragon?"

"Nel..." he gasped, looking into her eyes. The dragon returned his gaze with a look of wanton desire. Standing up on her hind legs, Penelope rose up to his height and draped her forepaws around his shoulders. Jacob let out a tiny grunt as the lavender-hued dragon put her weight on him. She bent her neck down to meet his face with hers, and squeezed him tight with her forepaws. The hug was very human-like, very familiar.... Jacob enjoyed it.

"Yes, Jake?" she cooed his name.

Jacob's hands found themselves wrapping around Penelope's scaled torso, pulling her close, causing the dragon to suck in an excited breath. She loved to be held by her keeper like this...

"Well," he admitted with a grin. "You have been a good dragon...."

The lavender-colored dragon giggled effusively and licked his cheek. "I have?"

"Mmhm."

The dragon churred deeply in her throat. "Mm.... I love it when you're not so reluctant!" she repeated.

"I..." he shut his lips tight for a moment. "I'm trying, Nel."

The dragon giggled. "I know! So Jake... Say something hot!" she demanded, bearing an excited, open grin that showed off her teeth.

"What?"

"Say something hot. Something like I do to you to get you excited.... Tell me how much you want me," she churred, her claws digging into his back.

His dragon wanted him to talk dirty to her! Jacob furrowed his brow, finding it awkward to be put on the spot. He had no idea what to say!

But then he had an idea....

"I'll show you instead," he whispered, and took her forepaw from his shoulder. Penelope's eyes opened up wide and as Jacob slowly, sensually guided her paw down his chest and stomach, reaching ever lower. She tensed up in excitement, her other paw flexing and digging her claws into his back in reflex. The thumbs on her wing claws gripped his waist. The dragon sucked in an excited breath as her keeper guided her paw to the crotch of his pants. There, he pressed the scaled foot against himself and at once Penelope felt a stiffness down there. The dragon, her eyes still fixated on Jacob's own, let out an excited cry and immediately took hold of it, feeling the enticing organ between her toes and eagerly squeezing, feeling how firm he was already. It was the first time Jacob had done something so provocative, so forward....

And Penelope was completely smitten by this new behavior.

"Such a naughty little boy!" she growled, her voice sounding electrified. The dragon began to pant again. This time, not out of tiredness from the run, but out of arousal. She was already beginning to feel that tingle between her legs, the ache in her loins for what was to come...

Jacob let the smile forming on his lips show. "You like that little tease?"

Penelope nodded effusively. "Mmm, yes, I love it!" she churred, leaning in to lick at his cheek. "Its really hot when you do that...."

Still on only her hind legs, she stepped closer, leaning her whole body into him and murmuring in excitement as she felt the area that Jacob himself encouraged her to touch. Her licks trailed south, her snout nosing under the collar of his shirt and tongue exploring his chest. Before she knew it, she felt her keeper's hands on her torso, undoing the straps across her chest that held her saddle in place.

"Mm. I like where this is going," she cooed, holding on to him tight.

The saddle fell to the ground with a thump. Penelope returned to all fours and allowed Jacob to remove her halter as well. He cradled her head carefully as he slid the straps off her scaled snout. Penelope did her best to hold still as he did it. Penelope for a moment began to think of her riding gear as clothes and that Jacob was stripping her nude...

.... just like she was his girlfriend! Penelope couldn't help but get excited at the thought.

The dragon's riding halter fell in the grass with a soft thunk, and before Jacob knew what was happening next, Penelope nipped at the hem of his shirt and pulled.

"Take this off," she growled, her lips curling into a playful grin.

Smiling without saying a word, Jacob began to pull his shirt over his head, causing Penelope to let out a tiny squeal of excitement.

The enthused dragon lapped and licked along Jake's body while he fumbled with his shirt, finding any bit of skin available to be fair game: an elbow, his stomach, a shoulder, his neck, a hand... She was too impatient to step back and wait for him to finish stripping.

With his shirt still awkwardly pulled over his head, Jake laughed and doubled over, blindly trying to get away from her tongue. "Cut it out, Nel! That's ticklish!"

"NO!" She giggled and prodded his stomach with her snout. "Hurry up!"

Penelope circled her keeper anxiously as Jacob finally tossed the shirt away. He lifted one foot at a time to remove his shoes and socks. All of the sudden there was a nip at his butt that caused Jacob to gasp and object with a "Hey!"

"You're taking too long," she playfully growled, moving around to his backside.

He began to undo his belt, flipping open the buckle with a clink.

The dragon grabbed the top of his pants with her teeth and anxiously pulled down, growling playfully. But in her excitement, the pull was too sudden, too strong, and the jerk backwards caused Jacob to lose his balance. He stumbled backwards and fall back into Penelope with an "Oof!"

"Penelope!" he laughed. "Contain yourself!"

Jacob slid off the dragon, letting himself fall to the ground. He looked up at her and shook his head.

"I won't! I've been a good dragon for a whole week, but now I'm just impatient!" She proclaimed, holding her head indignantly. Moving to his front, she bent down and grabbed hold of his pant leg and pulled, causing Jacob to fall back with his legs up in the air.

"Cripes!" he gasped. "Not again!"

With a mouth-full of pants between her jaws, Penelope giggled. They both knew this wasn't the first time she had taken to stripping him. And despite his objections, Jacob couldn't help but find Penelope's persistence and eagerness a bit infectious. It was one thing about her that always seemed to encourage him, he found.

Dragging her keeper across the grass a little as she did it, Penelope eventually managed to pull his pants right off. She tossed the garment away with a flick of her head as Jacob stood back up. She approached him excitedly, getting a thrill out of seeing the protruding bulge tenting his briefs, knowing how ready, how ready he was.

"Mmmmm... I'm so ready for this, Jake. I want you bad." She looked up from his crotch, the dragon's lips mere inches away from his package and teasing to get even closer.

"Which part of me, again?" He teasingly asked.

"Every part," the dragon huskily growled

Bringing a forepaw up to his hips, Penelope carefully hooked one claw under the waistband of his undergarments and pulled down. Jacob was mesmerized at his dragon's actions. His erection, nearly painfully stiff, sprung forward as it was released from its fabric prison. Penelope stared at it with a gasp of excitement as the organ awkwardly flopped out.

"And you want me, too, right?" she asked while nuzzling his erection playfully.

"I... uh..."

"Show me, Jake!" The dragon pleaded, eager for a repeat of his last tease. Penelope jumped around in excitement, legs flying, and tail all whipping around in the air. The dragon lifted her tail in an arc over her head and backed up eagerly, appealing to him with a provocative shake of her hips.

"Mmm..." she growled. "Come on, Jake..."

Jacob frowned as he laid a hand on her raised tail base. Sex with the dragon while she was standing on all fours... the position was all a bit too animalistic for Jacob's comfort levels.

"I...." he flinched, trying to get rid of the conflicted feelings.

"What, Jake?" she asked in concern. Her tail lowered just a bit and her cheek fins began to slowly droop.

"Um, well.... you sure you just want to jump right in? You don't want to... I dunno." He shrugged, not even sure where he was going with that.

But Penelope let out a cry of epiphany. "Ah! You want me to take you in my mouth, don't you?" She giggled. "You're funny, Jake...."

"Well, that's not what I was suggesting, but...." He couldn't prevent the smile from drawing across his face. Jacob noticed himself having a certain excitement for seeing her go down on him. And he liked that a blowjob somehow seemed a lot less intimidating than full-on sex.

"Sure, we can do that." Penelope grinned. "In fact... I think you deserve a good one this time."

"Huh?"

Teasingly, the dragon turned around and stalked her keeper, rubbing up against his sides as she circled him. "Remember what I said? About how you deserve something good for my bath?" Penelope seemed to get excited just at the mention of her fantasy once more. "Mm.... would you like that? You want me to go down on you and make it really really good this time?"

Unlike Jacob, Penelope held no anxiety or hesitation over performing with her mouth and tongue. In fact, she enjoyed doing it, and knew exactly how much he did as well. Penelope giggled as she saw that familiar look pour over her keeper's face, the wide-eyed, open mouthed mixture of excitement and anticipation. Seeing it, she wrapped a wing around her keeper's back as she brought a claw up to fondle and touch him, churring deeply at being able to explore his intimate parts once more. The dragon nipped and nuzzled his erection, causing Jake to gasp.

"You're ready, aren't you, Jake?" She giggled, enthralled by seeing him aroused for her. "Good... So let me thank for you for the bath. Just sit down..." the dragon encouraged, letting a provocative growl form in her throat. "And I'll give you a treat."

Jacob felt his chest tighten with excitement, and he complied, sitting down on the soft earth with legs outstretched.

"Man, Nel.... how are you so good at saying hot things?" He huffed.

The dragon cocked her head as she sat down. "I dunno, I just like doing it.... Its fun saying things that make you get that face."

"What face?" he asked, bemused.

"That face you just had," she giggled. The dragon did her best impression, dropping her jaw, letting her tongue hang out the side of her mouth, and trying hard to look both excited and aroused.

Jacob laughed, thinking the dragon's over-the-top expression looked more silly than anything. "Oh come on, I'm sure I don't look that ridiculous!"

The dragon let out a bubbly laugh as she laid down between Jacob's legs and rested her forepaws on his thighs. "You look just like that, I swear!"

Jacob shook his head, smiling.

"Mmm... You know I want that cock in my mouth, Jake?" Penelope whispered, eager to entice and tease him further. The dragon lowered her snout to her keeper's crotch and began to poke and prod at the erection in front of her snout. "I like being able to feel it, to lick it, to taste it..." She felt a hand placed softly on her forehead. Penelope felt a rush of excitement from feeling that hand there, knowing he was coaxing her to continue.

Penelope continued with her tease, looking up at him as she situated her self between his legs, shifting her antsy hips in place. "I like feeling how stiff you get in my mouth, how I can make you jerk and shudder, lose control, and how intense it is when you finish... Mmm, I like all of that."

Penelope stared up at him, giggling as once again he bore the same slack-jawed expression from before. There it was!

"And since you've been good," Penelope cooed, "I'll make it a really good one for you..."

The dragon gave a soft rumble in her throat as she drew her snout affectionately across the underside of his erection. Her tongue ventured forth almost automatically. Penelope soon began to slowly dote across his member with tiny licks. The warm, wet play of her tongue quickly sent shivers up Jacob's spine. He stifled a groan as the dragon explored his sensitive head, lathing her tongue around it in circles, finding that he was already beginning to leak. Penelope cooed as she gave a lick across his tip, lapping the fluid up, before looking up once more.

Penelope gripped him with a forepaw, wrapping her digits around the base and began to stroke him slowly. "You like this, right?" she looked up and asked. "You like it when I pull up and down like this?"

Jacob put a hand to her head, letting out a quiet groan. "You... are you just asking to get me aroused or is that an honest question?"

Penelope giggled as she played with her human's shaft, but she didn't respond. The dragon was fascinated by the strange organ in front of her face. It's loose, stretchy skin that pulled back, revealing a sensitive, spongy tip, the throbbing veins, its enticing, musky smell, the curious pair of orbs held in a sack underneath, even the hair... it was all fascinating and arousing to the dragon, and more. She squeezed him tight, enthused to feel him so stiff, completely ready, knowing he was aroused for her! She imagined the organ between her legs, spreading her wide, giving her that wonderful filling sensation. The mere thought caused a tiny swell of arousal.

Penelope leaned in and began to flick her tongue across the sensitive organ. Churring deeply in her throat, she took her time, deliberately made sure to cover him in her saliva. Slowly, she coiled it around his shaft and squeezed, tasting the flavor of his skin before retreating her tongue back in her mouth. The lavender-hued dragon quickly closed her eyes as she felt arousal pushing her forward, and let out a murmur as her licks began to increase in speed. She nibbled at his foreskin, mouthing at the organ and nipping affectionately along the underside. The sensitive sack underneath even got some good attention this time as Penelope explored there as well, burying her snout in his balls and getting a breath-full of his sharp, masculine scent that drove the dragon crazy. She looked up at her keeper, his stiff organ laying across her scaled snout as she lapped slowly at his balls, and let out a giggle at his excited, slack-jawed expression. Once she felt ready to continue, the dragon then leaned back and looked up at her keeper with her electric blue irises. She wrapped a paw around the base of his cock and lapped repeatedly at the tip once more, licking in slow, forceful motions as she stared up at him.

"Jake...." She whispered between licks. The dragon kept her head right in front of his erection. Keeping her eyes fixated on his own, she then loosened her grip on his shaft, stretched her jaws wide, extended her long tongue in the air. She brought her lips dangerously close to Jacob's cock....

...and then she waited for him to finish the rest, staring back at him with an open, inviting mouth and a wide grin. There was a short pause as Jacob stared back at the dragon before he realized what she was doing.

"Man," Jacob muttered, taking in a big breath from arousal. "Nel, how are you so good?"

The dragon giggled but held her composure, not wanting to close her mouth until there was cock between her lips.

"I mean... good at being so hot," he muttered, laughing. "You're such a good tease!"

And with that, Jacob took one hand and encouragingly placed it on the back of Penelope's head, the dragon getting a tiny bit of excitement in seeing him take charge. With his other he steadied his erection and guided it inside Penelope's mouth. He placed his shaft on the flat of her tongue. The dragon instantly closed her jaws as she felt that warm shaft enter her mouth, growling approvingly. Jacob arched his back and gasped as his cock was suddenly given an overdose of stimulation.

Her mouth was an oven, her tongue felt like heaven, and as the dragon slowly began to suckle, using her jaws and tongue to knead and massage the firm shaft nestled between her lips, Jacob for a moment forgot where he was. He didn't know whether it was intuition on her part or just pure luck, but Penelope seemed to be so effective and eager with teasing and foreplay that by the time he got to feel real stimulation, it was always nearly overwhelming at first from being so high on arousal.

The dragon started out slow, keeping only the first inch inside her mouth, closing her eyes and letting out a churr of pleasure as she sucked and lapped at the tip. She doted on his sensitive head, running her tongue in circles over it. She nibbled and lipped at him, slowly taking in more and more in her maw, gliding toward the back of her mouth. Her teeth lightly grazed across his skin, the dragon biting down playfully, just enough to not cause any real pain. Working with only half of his shaft now, a paw wrapped around the base of his cock, and the dragon squeezed him there. Penelope watched her keeper as she suckled on the half in her mouth like this for a few minutes. The dragon was taking her time, going slow, content to play with his cock for a while before moving on to more intense stimulation.

"Nel," He gasped, already overwhelmed with the slow, but provocative show she was putting on. "I... I'm not sure if I've ever said this before, but...."

He took in a deep breath and exhaled. "But, damn, I love your blowjobs."

Penelope looked up at him and slid his erect organ from her mouth, giggling. "I already knew that, Jake... You think it's really hot."

"I... yeah." he admitted, sheepishly. "And you're really good at it, too. It makes you..." he shrugged. "...hot."

The dragon took the compliment with an excited squeal.

"Mm, good." Penelope lowered her head and gave him a provocative lick up the entirety of his shaft. "Now hold on to that thought until afterward, when it gets to be my turn," she growled. Her tail swished along the grass anxiously at the words.

"Her turn?" He thought to himself. Jacob briefly entertained thoughts of going down on the dragon once more.... But his train of thought was lost as Penelope opened her mouth to take him between her jaws once again.

Her claws tightened around the base of his shaft, flexing in delight as she felt his firmness. Jacob gasped as his shaft was once again placed in the steaming mouth of the dragon. Penelope clamped down on him gently, and then began to roll her tongue along the underside of his cock, causing his shaft to rub up against the bumpy roof of her mouth.

Penelope inhaled sharply, taking in the scent of his masculine, human scent once more, sending a rush of excitement through her own body. His cock felt deliciously large between her lips, pressing her tongue down into her lower jaw, preventing her from fully closing her mouth. She had already begun to drool the warm fluids of saliva and precum onto his balls and thighs.

Penelope let out a muffled murmur as she then began to work him with her jaws, massaging his shaft with her muscular tongue, providing a pulsing, squeezing motion that Jacob was unable to resist.

"Cripes" he gasped, putting his other hand on Penelope's neck as he basked in the feeling of this dragon with her head buried between his legs, drooling over him, sucking hard. Jacob cupped her scaly cheeks and stroked her affectionately with his thumbs, lost in the rolling motion of her tongue and delightful, rhythmic pulling sensation. The dragon then slowly slid her mouth off of him, sucking hard as inch after inch was pulled from her maw, until only the tip was still cradled between her lips. Pausing for a second to get his attention and eye contact, Penelope then she sunk down on him again, his cock gliding between her teeth and into her mouth, and starting up the head bob... this time priding herself on remembering to do so without being asked!

"Nel..." Jacob gasped, trying hard to not lose it. "You're incredible." She giggled excitedly at his words.

Penelope's loins ached, her slit burned with anticipation from the excitement of this erotic act. She loved to make him react, loved being in control and making him throb or gasp or cause his hips to twitch whenever she gently clamped down, squeezed him with her paws, or gave him an extra strong suck. She worked him steadily, moving her head back and forth, each push driving the shaft deep into her mouth and squeezing with her jaws as she pulled off of him. The dragon was occasionally rewarded with a small burst of pre-cum, which she churred happily once she tasted, both in enjoying the mild flavor and being pleased in seeing that her efforts were being quite effective.

Penelope paused to swallow the pre and excess saliva in the back of her mouth before continuing once more, and for a split second, Jacob thought that, dragon or not, he was the luckiest guy in the world right now to be getting such treatment!

Penelope slowly increased her pace, taking cues from his signs of arousal, sinking down deeper on his shaft until she felt the tip tease the back of her throat, feeling a rush from having him fill up her mouth. She felt Jacob start to writhe in place. Starting to get caught up in the act of having such an erotic organ between her laws, the dragon closed her eyes and let out a large moan that Jacob couldn't help but noticing. She pawed wantonly on his stomach, hips, and thighs as she suckled and bobbed, her claws wandering, exploring his body with excitement. They found his sack and the dragon gleefully cradled his balls between her articulated toes, finding this part of his body curious and enticing in its masculinity. She cupped and stroked the male organ gently, running her toes over the sensitive orbs inside. They were already slick with her drool.

Jacob was beside himself with pleasure. He loved how she liked to explore and pleasure at her own pace, and tried hard not to thrust up into the dragon's mouth. Her body was moving, her paws squeezing and grabbing, her throat rumbling with eager growls and moans....

...wait, her body was moving? Jacob had came to realize that Penelope's hips had been rocking for a while now, undulating slowly as she worked him. He looked back towards her hind legs, surprised to see the dragon had curled her tail in a circle and had snuck it between her legs. She was sitting on the tip and was grinding slowly, pressing and rubbing her slit against the flat of her tail's underside as she worked him in eager arousal. Penelope had gotten into the act so much that the dragon had designed for her own pleasure as well.

... no wonder she was more vocal than usual!

Penelope was getting lost in her act of pleasure. No longer was the dragon going slow, focusing on exploration and intimacy. Lust clouded her mind, thoughts of Jacob's orgasm flashed through her imagination, and the dragon sunk her snout all the way to her human's base, eagerly working him to finish by sucking him at an aggressive, fast pace. She used her powerful jaws to keep on the pressure, plying her tongue to lap at him on every bob of the head. Two leathery wings wrapped around his back and held him close. Penelope was aiming for a big finish, and she soon got her wish: it wasn't long before she felt Jacob begin to squirm. She felt his nails dig tenuously into her scaled skin with a swell of anticipation.

"Penelope..." Jacob gasped, his face contorted into a look of focus and pleasure. "I... I'm close.... I'm gonna..."

Jacob looked down at the dragon between his legs. Penelope's lavender snout was pressed up against the base of his crotch, the dragon having taken every inch of his cock easily, despite the tip teasing at her throat. As the pair made eye contact, Penelope narrowed her cerulean blue eyes to slits and let off a lusty growl. She knew what he was about to say. Seeing her act like that drove Jacob crazy. Penelope worked him steadily with her mouth and paws, bobbing her head aggressively, sinking her scaled lips to the base of his cock repeatedly as she rhythmically squeezed him and his balls with her forepaws.

Jacob swore. His body slowly writhed. His toes curled as he felt the pressure building in his groin. And then, on pure reflex, his hands gripped his dragon by the horns hard and groaned loudly as his orgasm shot through his body.

This was it. This was the part Penelope was waiting for. She felt his body quiver as the shaft in her mouth engorged and stiffened on her tongue. She drove her snout all the way down to his balls and pressed hard, digging her nose deep into his crotch in anticipation. And suddenly, the dragon felt her keeper's hips jerk slightly, as if he was cutely trying not to pound his hips into her snout, and then a thick spurt of warm fluid raced out of the tip and onto her palate.

Penelope growled deeply as she tasted him, getting a rush of excitement and pride from feeling him finish, from being able to get him off. She liked his taste, finding his seed delightfully hot on her tongue. Her claws gripped and held his tightening balls securely. As the third and fourth spurts entered her mouth, she felt the fluid begin to spread across her tongue, coating every inch. He was shooting out a lot more than she was used to! Jacob's moans filled her ears, and as she looked up and saw her keeper in bliss, seeing his face locked in a pleasured cry, she felt a tiny rush of excitement.

She never realized until now how much seeing him like this turned her on. Excitedly, the dragon began to grind even harder on her tail as she watched him finish.

The dragon buried her snout deep in his crotch and suckled hard, trying to draw out more. She milked the shaft for all it was worth with her tongue and jaws until she finally felt the organ in her mouth begin to soften. And then, knowing it was over, she pulled her jaws off of him carefully as she tried to keep his seed in her mouth. As she let the tip of his cock go with a quiet pop, Penelope raised her head to meet his, panting softly. White, milky fluid dribbled from between the dragon's carnivorous teeth, down her scaled lips and hanging tongue, forming long, swaying strands that looked like a heavy drool. Her snout was covered in it, showing off a thick, wet sheen. Curiously, Penelope pushed the pool of fluids around in her mouth with her tongue, savoring the strange taste a bit, before finally deciding to swallow the stuff with a content churr.

Jacob fell back to the ground, momentarily dazed, and let out a breathy sigh. Penelope licked her teeth and lips clean, giggling at his exhaustion, pleased to see him satisfied.

"So how was that, Jake?" Penelope laid down next to him, pressing her scaled body close to his. "Haven't I been a good dragon?" Anxiously, she pressed against him, her body slowly shifting and moving in provocative ways.

Jacob's eyebrows shot up. She was definitely ready to continue! A weak hand found its way to the dragon's neck, and Jacob rested it there for a moment as he recuperated from his intense finish. And after taking in a single deep breath, he let out a single swear.

"That was.... really good." He took in a huge breath and let out another satisfied sigh. "Definitely the best blowjob you've given yet, actually. Whew..."

Penelope reared her head back, looking pleased with herself. "Yay!"

Jacob found himself smiling in amusement.

"Mm, there was a lot more than usual... You got me all messy!" She exclaimed. The dragon wiped her snout with the back of her paw and then licked at what she had gathered up. "You tasted different than usual, too..."

"I..." he paused, panting softly, unsure of how to approach the comment of his taste. "Well, there was more than usual just 'cause I haven't been jumped by you recently..." he laughed.

"What?" she asked between swipes of her paw. "You've been holding it all in since five days ago? Don't you lick yourself during days we don't mate?"

"Lick?" he cocked his head funny, and then laughed. "Nel, I can't bend over that much! My back doesn't work like that! No one's can!"

"You can't?" The dragon looked positively shocked, and she turned her head. "Oh my gosh, how do you.... how do you cope?"

"I..." he smiled embarrassingly. "Well, um, guys use their hands...."

Penelope felt nothing but pity for her keeper, and the dragon curled her lip down. "No wonder you like it so much when I lick you then, if you can't even lick yourself...."

"Hey! Hands aren't so bad!" he laughed. "What about you? You got no thumbs, your toes too big... and you say you love it when I use my hands on you!"

Penelope showed off a rather demure smile. "... You got a point. And I do love that. But I love tongues too. Even your tongue, though its really, really small..."

Jacob pursed his lips. Though he knew it wasn't the dragon's intention, he wasn't sure what to think about being insulted for having a small tongue.

"I have a normal sized tongue, thank you very much..." he frowned.

"Not for a dragon..." Penelope teased him. She growled playfully, and placed a delicate forepaw on his chest. "But you make up for it in other ways..."

"Heh... you're really ready, aren't you?" he asked, glancing down to her slowly undulating hips.

The dragon let out a growl. "Mmm, Yesssss" she hissed. "Jake... I can't wait for you to-"

"Well..." a grin pulled across his lips, and he paused to take another breath. "Time to head back to the house!"

Jacob sat up with a bounce, causing Penelope to curl her fins back and let out a whine of disapproval.

"What? What do you mean?" she gawked, putting an objecting paw on his thigh.

"Father has to talk to you, remember?" He stared at her, stone-faced.

"But... but..." the dragon started, staring at him with pouting eyes. "Right now? I don't even get to.... You never-"

But a smile drew across Jacob's lips. "Hah, I'm just teasing ya, Nel!" he laughed, playfully patting her on the neck and pulling her close.

"Hey! That wasn't nice!" she pouted in his embrace.

Jacob affectionately rubbed up and down along the top of the dragon's snout, one of her favorite places to be pet. "Aw, come on, Penelope... I was just kidding. In fact, I was thinking that maybe we give you your turn for a bit while I recuperate?"

Penelope let out an excited gasp as Jacob ran a sensual hand down her scaled neck, slowly making way to her flank.

"Really?" she gushed.

Jacob nodded.

There it was, Penelope thought. Jacob was being forward again, showing his feelings again, taking control again. Seeing him get like this on his own accord, not having to pressure him to touch and pleasure anymore filled the dragon with all sorts of excitement.

Penelope was sure she was gonna love this...

...She knew it.

TO BE CONTINUED.

~I sincerely apoligize to everyone who might find a story with just a blowjob to be unsatisfying. But the story was way too long as it is, and so it has to be split up into two parts. And since I needed sex in both parts (otherwise no one will read it, lol), I decided to split things up like this, with part 2 taking off where this story ended and finishing the sex scene. Since the commissioner for this chapter was a big fan of oral and wouldn't mind a stand-alone blowjob, I figured it was my best option.

~This chapter is me flexing my storytelling muscle. I am writer, hear me roar! Err... well, I suppose that should really be "I am writer, hear me write", but writing isn't a particulary loud or intimidating activity, is it? Well, regardless, I really, really felt like I needed to go into "plot mode" and have Jake and Penelope work out a lot of their issues. Their relationship had become such a HUGE MESS! Penelope pushing Jacob around, not caring about his feelings, or heck... not caring about anything but sex, really, and then there's Jacob, too tempted and conflicted to stand up to her. Gosh, it took me so many hours to try and work things out and guide it towards something fans would like. Seriousy, I went through so much editing and re-writing and deleting and re-wording and stuff...

~... and to be honest, I'm still not happy with it. I apologize for the structure of this chapter... so much dialogue, so much conversation, so much exposition.... I don't like the pacing at all. I tried to fix it as best as I could.

~WHY IS THIS CHAPTER SO LONG AND WHY CAN'T I EVER KEEP THINGS CONCICE ASFLJASHD FLJHFL JHASFDLJ A

~Basically, the first scene with Jacob in bed is there for ony reason: plot summary from other chapters. I KNOW no one pays attention to any of that shit. XD I didn't want to put it in but it was neceesary. "Im in ur chapter intros, summarizing ur plots" There's one part of the plot I brought up but never was able to return to: when Penelope gives h im a gift: a golden gear. I had plans for that gear, but I have been unable to get back to it.

~Jacob was reading A Tale of Two Cities.

~Biology gripe: I really didn't want to put in that thing where Penelope begins to cry... I mean, really, crying is just a human thing. Would it make sense, biologically, for Penelope to do it? Nope. But fuck common sense, crying made for a good scene.