Slipping in the Shower

It had been a long day. Well, more accurately, a long night. As the sun crept over the edges of the plains, the dragon was quickly reminded why he disliked working night shift. Just as everyone else was getting up, he was winding down. The pay was good though and the benefits were nice. Not often a company will offer Maternity leave to someone who has a male voice and a M on their ID, even with a doctor's note. Still, that was one benefit he wanted to avoid.

Not that he could deny his body's cycles or needs. No, for once he was quite glad that he only had to deal with people for a couple hours a day. Only so much daily showers and body spray could do to hide the thick scent of heat that clung to him this week.

"Almost over," he murmured to himself. "Just another couple hours."

Those hours went agonizingly slow. The hermaphroditic dragon could feel that burn building minute by minute. It had him squirming in his seat. He wasn't sure he could even make it to the end of the day, let alone home by the time his shift came to an end. With a sigh of relief, the tall red dragon stood. A quick glance around got no weird looks from his coworkers and he turned to leave.

By the time he made it to his small car, he was panting and had his shirt open, showing off his cream chest. A quick wiggle, a little adjustment, and he was on his way. A 'universal' headset was clipped over one ear and he had his phone dialing before he even backed out of the space.

"Well that was fast," Said a feminine voice on the other end of the line.

"Well hello to you too, sugartail," was his reply. "I take it you're just as eager to have me home as I am to be there?" he said with a sly smile.

"Mmmmn, you could say that," was the reply. "I've got something special in mind."

The red just giggled. Shift gears, pass car, just a little too fast down the highway. "Well, I'm ten minutes out," he replied. "Be ready!"

Ten minutes turned to fifteen, fifteen minutes of desperation and need. By the time he had flown into the driveway and thrown the parking brake, he was half tempted to just straddle the shift nob and grind in desperation. He both hated and loved these few days that came every month during the summer and fall. It was a drive that sent him into fits, but... well, here he was. With a growl, he was out of the tiny compact and stalking to the front door, tail lashing behind to slam the car door closed. A push on the knob and a turn later and he was in.

Standing at the top of the stairs was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Well, he thought that every time he laid eyes on his wife, but today it was hormones enhancing his already deep desire to see the sun-yellow countenance above. In a pair of almost too tight jeans and a tight purple top stood Flynn, a rather noticeable bulge straining the crotch of the denims. Grinning like a shark, the lindwurm just turned, hands already pulling that top off.

Hands flew to buttons, popping each one from the top down as he climbed the stairs. The button down shirt was open, baring his cream chest and bits of red around his neck by the time he'd mounted the half flight to the upstairs hallway. Into the bedroom he all but dove, following the flash of yellow tail curling around the corner and out of sight.

Already there was a trail of discarded clothes to follow. Purple shirt, belt, jeans, bra... black panties with a repeatedly stretched Decepticon logo on the front. Yet still no sign of his wife. A growl left his lips, followed by a giggle escaping from the master bedroom. Aha! With a huff, his shirt was tossed on the bed, followed by him dropping his pants.

A cry of desperation lead to him tumbling as his heavy claws got tangled in his own jeans. Face first into the bed he went, right on Flynn's side of it. A little undignified, but it filled his nose with the scent of her. It was a moment of relief, a brief flash of clarity that granted him enough wits to wriggle out of his jeans fully before rolling on his back and sticking his legs in the air to discard his briefs. A quick grab at something on the bedside table later, he was in motion.

"I foooouund you," he said playfully, poking his head into the doorway, finding... nothing. Nothing? Wait... Sniff. Sniiiiiiffsniff. He tiptoed to the shower, glad to have the throw rug to muffle the sound of his claws. A wavey yellow shape could be seen through the frosted glass. He threw the door open with an "aha!"

"What took you so long?" asked the naked wurm on the other side of the glass, already hard from the excited anticipation of what was to come. Her right hand was already on the controls as the left shot out to grab her husband and draw the red into the stall. His tail caught the door, slamming it closed as in one smooth motion both his arms slipped around her middle and he pressed her into the glass. The water came on hot, but neither creature seemed to care as the steam built up around them.

"Been looking forward to this all day," he said, slipping the condom he'd managed to keep in his fingers into her hand. His lips met hers, muzzles parting just enough to let their tongues tangle. Thin, flexible, forked muscle met broader and heavier tongue. They slide and caressed, exploring each other.

Jalen's wing lifted, blocking the spray of water and diverting it away from their faces while the temperature rose. Soft hide belly was pressed to soft scaled, trapping the chocolate colored shaft of his wife between them. "Mmmmnnrrngh... You're spoiling me, doing this in the shower," he murmured into her lips.

"I thought you'd enjoy it," was the heated, panted reply. "But you know what you'll enjoy a lot more?" she asked, condom slipping from her hand as she gripped his hip. "Getting your sweet little tail pounded up against the glass. Turn around luv."

"Don't have to ask me twice," he said with a whole body shudder. The red drake's body shifted smoothly, spinning in place before both his hands gripped the wall. The fingers splayed against the glass and he rested his cheek on it, glancing back over his shoulder.

Yellow hands danced along red hips then up between creamy thighs to tease the heated, puffy slit there. Chocolate claws ran across ebony lips, up between the petals, and deep into the folds. The male-herm's eyes rolled up into his head as those skilled fingers found the nubin hidden away at the front of his cleft. The manicured claws brushed it, then the pads of her fingers, then... "AH!" he gasped, feeling the sensitive clit pinched between her digits.

A low growl left his lips, followed by his tail hiking even higher. Despite his more feminine arousal, the higher slit on his body was parting around the tip of his cock. Limp at first, the prehensile organ squirmed left and right, then curled up against his belly as every inch of his twelve met the steamy, hot air of the shower. Both of his wings dropped, making room for his wife to approach.

It never occurred to either of them that there was a pink foil wrapper sitting on the soap tray. It never crossed their minds as a finger was slipped into his hot rump as well, spreading his ring. It was not even a footnote. No, it was beneath notice. All that mattered was the mind blowing need radiating from his loins and her desperate desire to push her husband into a mind blowing climax before the main event.

Back and forth those fingers went, thumb massaging his Gspot and prostate alternately, the back of the finger inside his cunny grinding against his clit and squeezing that Gspot from the other side. A second digit was wriggled into his quivering tunnel, spreading it wider as his teeth were set. It was almost unbearable, the sensations welling up from his belly slowly spreading a numb, mindless heat through his body.

It wasn't more than a whispered whine that escaped his lips first, but that was all the sign Flynn needed to finish working her magic upon him. A little squeeze, a twist just at the right time and he was moaning! Thick, hot nectar ran over her fingers, slathering his thighs in arousal and filling the already steaming shower with an even hotter scent. Fully erect, his cock even got in on the act, splattering a few shots of pre across his belly for ever powerful contraction running through his quivering sex.

Flynn was relentless, ruthless even in her assault of that hot puss. Back and forth, in and out, rolling fingers and hand long into her husband's climax. His legs were shaking by the time she finally drew her fingers free and rinsed the thick lovejuices from her fingers in the shower head's spray.

Jalen didn't get a chance to relax or recover. Flynn was on him again in a moment, this time using a very different bit of anatomy. Nine inches of hot, rock hard wurm were pushed into his belly from below, spreading his sex out even more than the fingers had. The sudden intrusion nearly set him off again, keeping him on his toes as his tongue lolled from his maw.

Both dragon and wurm were lost deep in their need, the door to the shower rattling each time Flynn's hips crashed against Jalen's rump. The red dragon's ears pinned back as he moaned, breath fogging the glass before it cleared. Drops of moisture ran down their bodies, splashed from between their hips, added to the wet sounds filling the air each time the thick wurmcock speared that dragon pussy.

It wasn't until Flynn tensed behind and drove deep that Jalen had an inkling something was wrong. It was too wet, too... oh! A second climax rippled through his body, belly teats firm and cock slapping his belly as his thoughts were derailed. Liquid heat began to pool deep in his belly, spasming muscles guiding the thick seed from where it shot from Flynn's cock and drawing it deep. The flexing cervix did it's job, sucking spurts of fertility into his womb, heating the deepest places in his belly but also cooling the firey need he'd felt for days.

A relaxed sigh escaped his lips, hands sliding down the glass with a soft, almost rubbery sounding squeek. A happy growl escaped the wurm behind, followed by her leaning in to nuzzle at her hubby. "Mmn, how was that, sexytail?" She asked, nuzzling his ear then kissing down his neck.

"That," he rumbled quietly, "was amazing..." Both just sat, enjoying their afterglow for a long moment before the male-herm suddenly panicked. "Shit!" he said, trying to pull off her shaft, which was hardly softened and still stuck rather firmly. "We forgot the condom!"

Flynn's earfans dropped and her eyes went wide behind her water flecked glasses. She turned, looking over her shoulder at the porcelain soap tray... and the pink object laying within. Her hips drew out quickly with a wet squelch and a flood of seed. "Um... eheh... oops?" she said sheepishly.

Jalen turned around, hand on his forehead as he slumped against the glass. "Ah jeez... I really, really hope it didn't take," he groaned, eyes going to the pink foil package.

"Want me to take down the shower head and try to clean it out?" Flynn offered, biting her lip.

Jalen shook his head. "No... that would just push it all deeper first. Might make it worse." he laughed nervously and caressed his wife's hip. With a sigh, he pushed off the glass door to the stall and hugged up against her, nuzzling her neck. "Just an oops, right? We'll get the morning after pill and everything will be ok."

Flynn smiled, then kissed her hubby's cheek. "That's right, we'll be fine," she agreed. They shared a kiss, then turned to the more serious task of scrubbing eachother down. It would have been quick, save for their moments of warm kisses and happy caresses.

Deep, deep in a dragon's belly, two cells full of genetic material met, ensuring the next generation was well on its way long before the two could do anything to stop it.