FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

There's much good to say about towns that aren't densely populated. Light pollution is minimal, the absence of the drone of many cars chugging away on the highway, plenty of pretty scenery. Many would love nothing more than to spend their days in such a place. However, it takes a special breed of people to be able to live in such a rural setting, and some are just not cut out for it. Steven Kramer was one of them.

A single street runs through a large and empty expanse of land along the coast of Maine. No other roads for miles, out of sight even on the clearest days. The sound of a single car reverberates across the area as it drives steadily to its destination. In the car are two occupants; Susan Kramer and her 18 year old son, Steven. Susan has spent a few years now bouncing from job to job. Only recently had she landed a nice job with a large company. Ever since, she has been trying to move up the company ladder, and this was her big break. A chance to be in a position in her job that will let her and her son live comfortably. Unfortunately, Steven did not see things that way.

"Well," Steven stated sarcastically, "this is one hell of a graduation gift, huh?"

Steven was more of a city person. He had spent the majority of his life growing up in Boston, Massachusetts. The lights of the buildings at night, the roar of the Boston subway resonating from beneath the streets, the sound of the Red Sox games at Fenway echoing between the highrises. That is what he called home, and in an instant, he was taken away from it all.

"I told you fifty times already," Susan responded, trying not to roll her eyes at her sons mildly belligerent comment, "this is the big step we need. If this works out, we can start saving up for important things. Things like college for you."

"And exactly why does this big step bring us all they way out in the middle of nowhere?" he asked, his tone unchanged, "I know Maine isn't exactly brimming with densely populated areas, but this is a bit extreme."

"You say that as if we're going to be out here forever. It's only for six months. You're young, some time out in the country isn't going to kill you."

Laying back on the seat, Steven let out a disappointed sigh, bringing his hat down over his eyes. "Depends," he remarked plainly, "what's the survival rate of insanity due to boredom?"

After what seemed like hours of driving, the car pulled up to a house. Despite its location, it was fairly big. The siding was all intact and painted a light-grayish color, though some spots of the structure certainly show their age. The slanted roof was all black, showing evidence of being recently rebuilt. A single car garage was attached to the side, also looking more modern than the rest of the house. It seemed like a family of 5 or 6 could comfortably live here. For a family of two, however, it makes for a pretty lonely existence.

Their car pulled into the long driveway and parked next to a single movers truck. The movers had already started pulling furniture out to bring inside the house. It didn't take them long to fully unload the truck and have everything placed inside. Many of the rooms remained empty. The only areas to be fully furnished were the living room, kitchen, and 2 of the 3 bedrooms. The interior of the house was pretty nice. New carpets, hardwood floor, electricity and indoor plumbing seemed to be added long after the place was first built.

After the movers had left, Susan and Steven could finally settle down in the new house. Steven made his way to his bedroom upstairs and began working on unpacking his things and doing anything he could, no matter how futile it seemed, to make his room at least comforting. Susan spent most of the day unpacking kitchenware while talking on the phone. No doubt she was conversing with the people she worked with, setting up plans and times for her new schedule. Night seemed to come fairly quickly as Susan called her son to the kitchen for some dinner.

"So what do you think?" she asked, letting out a sigh of semi relief to finally be sitting down. Stevens reaction was underwhelming to say the least.

"At least they have running water here." he replied. Whether or not he was impressed or being sarcastic was difficult to tell.

"Look," she said, putting her silverware to the table, "the company is trying to make this area more modern. Trying to give people a reason to live here. You prefer more populated places, well that's exactly what we're trying to do. All that's here is a small town 20 miles north. We want to be able to expand it by giving the area more of a economic presence. With that, more people will come to call this area home. Who knows, maybe you'll like it enough to want to stay."

"Now THAT would be an impressive feat. One that I'm almost willing to put money on. What I'm impressed more by is the thought that you ACTUALLY believe I could ever enjoy living in this place. Don't get me wrong. I do, in fact, understand why we're doing this. Doesn't mean I have to like it."

The rest of the dinner was fairly silent, almost awkward. Susan really wished she could get her son to see things from her point of view, but even with plenty of encouragement, he would probably refuse. It's not easy being a teenager. Even less so to be a teen with no siblings. Or a father, at that.

Steven was only 5 when his father was killed in a car accident. The sudden loss devastated the both of them, and it took a full year before things returned to a somewhat normal state. Steven willingly took on many responsibilities as he got older, but Susan knew, in some way, that he never really recovered from the incident.

The night came and went quietly and quickly. Steven woke up earlier than usual to sounds downstairs. He threw on some clothes and was greeted by Susan as he walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning, dear," She said, "How did you sleep?"

"Alright, I guess" he replied, still trying to shake the tired look from his eyes. Susan was dressed for work. Today was her first day with the new position and she wanted to get a jump start to the day.

"I have to head to work, dear. I know it's rather sudden, but I'll more than likely be gone for a while. Probably for the next couple of days. The development team is going to be spending some time in the surrounding areas and I need to be with them. I'll have my cell on, so call me if you need anything, okay?"

Steven just nodded, and not a few moments later, she was out the door and on her way into town. The house was pretty lonely with only 2 people in it. By himself, the silence and emptiness was almost painful. He didn't have any motivation to stay inside and just play games all day. Maybe some time outside would keep him occupied. There were some places he spotted yesterday that might be worth exploring.

Steven grabbed his messenger bag, packed some light snacks, flashlight, phone, camera, and a few other provisions for the small trip. He decided to make his way to the forest first. It wasn't overly dense or overgrown, but would make a nice starting point. He trekked for about 20 minutes to reach the tree line. Nothing overly unusual in the immediate area outside of some small animal tracks and hoof marks. The fresh air was pretty relaxing, as were the sounds of the woods and the various distant wildlife.

After some time trekking across the woods, he could hear the sound of the coast line. He must have been walking for a couple of hours, he had lost track of how far he went. He decided to press on anyway, saying to himself that once he reaches the coast line, he'll relax for a bit and then head back home. After several more minutes of walking, he could see the trees end and the ocean begin. The trees ended about ten feet from a steep 100 foot cliff face. The view was absolutely fantastic. He spent the next few minutes gazing out into the ocean. However, while scanning the horizon, his gaze suddenly shot to the ground about twenty feet away and along the tree line. He moved over to investigate them.

"Foot prints?" he said aloud to himself.

Normally, foot prints wouldn't be so interesting, but something was off with these. They weren't from any animal he knows about. The prints were pretty uniform, so whatever made them walked on 2 legs. They made divots in the ground by the toes, suggesting clawed feet, and made considerable impressions on the ground, meaning whatever it was was considerably bigger than him.

Curiosity tends to get the better of some people, and Steven was no exception. He decided to follow the tracks to wherever they led. It certainly beats heading back home and sitting around for a few days with nothing to really do. Who knows, maybe something interesting will come out of this.

The tracks continued along the coast for about half a mile before turning into the woods. From there, they went for another half mile until Steven reached a clearing. Along the ground were some old railway tracks. They clearly haven't been in service for many years, decades even. Seems like most of the track was destroyed, probably torn up by the forest growth over the years. Along the tracks in the clearing was a tunnel that ran parallel to the cliff face about a half mile away. It sloped downward as it went into the tunnel.

Steven brought out his flashlight and shined it into the darkness. The light illuminated the walls for a short distance, but the tunnel was so long, he couldn't see the end of it. On the ground, the foot prints led down the tunnel, possibly to its home, whatever "it" was. Despite the voice in the back of his mind telling him to turn back, he pressed on anyway. Too curious to turn back now.

The tunnel went on for a long distance. He traveled about half a mile in before the floor finally leveled off. He had no idea exactly how far into the ground he had traveled. He was still above sea level, but it couldn't be too far above at this point. He spent so much time wondering that he almost walked face first into a massive pile of rubble. The tunnel must have collapsed many years ago in this area, completely blocking it off. He shined his flashlight to the ground to look for the foot prints. Oddly enough, the tracks turned away from the collapsed section and seemingly disappear into the wall.

Steven illuminated the wall and began to inspect it. It didn't take long for him to discover that there was a false wall where the tracks vanished. It was disguised very well, almost impossible to tell it apart from any other section of wall in the entire tunnel. It even felt the same, save for what seemed like hinges on one side, a small section of the wall looking like a slab of wood, and a rock that seemed to stick out for no reason. Turns out that the rock was actually a doorknob.

The knob turned slowly, and the door quietly swung open. Steven was careful entering the hidden room, unsure what he may find. His heart was racing in his chest, his better judgment blinded by wonder and curiosity. Curious enough, the room was quite well lit. The walls were lined with what seemed like candles that gave off a light brighter than any small flame he had ever seen. All of the rooms he could see were lit like a house filled with light bulbs.

The underground home was furnished and molded into something resembling an above ground house. The walls were flattened out and adorned with wallpaper and various decorations. In the main room was a couch and a table, but significantly bigger than any he had ever seen. A pair of rooms in the back contained large dressers and large beds. Each bed looks like it could comfortably hold five or more people. The ceiling was quite tall, probably about 10 or 11 feet off the ground. The floor was covered by a very nice and comfortable throw rug placed over a smooth concrete-like floor. One another side of the room led to a large kitchen and dining area. And two more door stood at the back of the room closed.

Steven stood still by the still open front door, listening for any movement or breathing. After a few moments, he felt that he was alone in this apartment-like hideaway. After a few glances around, he made his way to the closed doors in the back. It was very strange, he though, that everything in this place seemed larger than normal. Even the doors stood an impressive 9 feet tall and the door knobs were too big for him to turn with one hand. Peering into the kitchen, he noticed some appliances. They seemed rather old, almost homemade.

The two heavy doors stood side by side to each other. He tested the door to the left, finding it locked. He turned the knob to the right door and slowly pushed it open, trying to be quiet and wrestling with just how heavy the door was. The room inside was a bit dimmer than the rest of the place. Inside were various chests and shelves containing books and decorations. He quietly began to investigate the room, looking at the shelves and the items adorning the walls. His eye was caught by a chest that was still open. He took his flashlight to it to better see its contents. Inside were multiple trinkets and what seemed like coins. His eyes lit up as he looked closer, realizing that virtually everything in this chest was gold or gold-crested.

A smile grew across his face. With this, he thought, his mother wouldn't have to work again, and they could move back to the city with no fear of financial hardship. Life would become a million times easier. He stopped for a moment, however, as logic began to flood back into his thoughts. There's no way that something like this could be just laying around down here. Someone has to live here.

He thought for a moment. He didn't want to go back empty handed, but didn't want to really steal from someone either. Eventually, he felt that if he took just one valuable item, it wouldn't be missed since the place was wall to wall riches. He gently sorted through the many items in the chest, coming across one. It was a chest, made almost entirely of gold, set with various precious jewels. He opened it up, revealing a gold bracelet, lined with what seemed like rubies. This will do, he thought, smiling to himself.

He tucked the trinket under his arms and made his way to the door. He exited the treasure room, on his way to the entrance when he jumped at the loud cracking sound the door behind him slamming shut. He froze in place, mind racing as to what just happened. Before he could look behind him, a voice calmly filled the room, causing him to almost panic and drop the box.

"Find something you liked, boy?" It said, the voice was loud and projected, but strangely soft in tone and very feminine.

Steven lowered his head, cursing himself for being an idiot and going along with his own bad idea in the first place. He lifted the box up and held it over his shoulder, which was swiftly taken from his hand. Despite being caught red handed, he felt it wise to remain still. He had no idea who this person was or it, more importantly, she was armed.

"Of all the things in there that you could have taken," she spoke inquisitively, "you had to go and choose one of the things I hold most dear."

Steven remained motionless, feeling an unresistable urge to argue his case. "I just chose something random. I figured it wouldn't be missed. Especially if it's not worth even a fraction of what else is in that room."

"So not only are you a lousy thief, but a terrible gambler as well." She chuckled, adding insult to injury. "This is just not your day, young man."

"Alright," he said apolitically, hoping that she would just let him go rather than calling whatever authorities were in the area, "I'm sorry. It was a terrible decision. I didn't want to be forced to move to this state and I figured that with that box, my mother and I could move back to the city. I'm sorry I barged in. Would it be okay if I just leave instead of getting turned into the police?"

"Oh trust me, little one," she said, an almost evil tone ringing in her voice, "the police are the least of your worries now."

Stevens eyes rolled, not thrilled with the response he was about to get, but his eyes went wide when a large, heavy hand rested and gripped his shoulder. It was huge and red with sharp claws coming from the fingertips. His head slowly turned to look at her. His heart raced and his body began to shiver uncontrollably. If he could think to do it, he would have screamed at what stood behind him.

She towered over him, easily standing almost 3 feet taller. Her face wasn't even human. It was reptilian, with slitted eyes and a snout, grinning and showing off her many sharp pointed teeth. On the sides of her head, instead of ears, she had almost fish-like fins. She had swaying dark-blond hair that extended down just past her shoulders. 2 S-shaped horns stuck out from the back of her head, both with jewelry hanging from them. She wore a somewhat tight white t-shirt that did very little to hide her very large breasts. Her whole body was was fairly slender proportionally with visible muscles on her belly. Her skin was a bright-red color and smooth looking, while her chest and stomach were made of long horizontal segmented scales that were a dark bronze color. She wore a pair of slightly tight denim pants that extended down to just above her knees. Below her knees, he legs were digigrade like an animal, and very well toned. Her eyes were a bright gold color, and their gaze was almost terrifying on their own.

"It's not polite to stare, boy," she said, the smirk not leaving her snout for a moment, "didn't your mother ever teach you that?"

Steven was looked up in utter fear. He wanted to run, he wanted to yell for help, but nothing came out. He stood there in her grasp, unable to move or speak, only able to shiver and mumble. His mind couldn't comprehend the creature that stood before him. After a few seconds, but what seemed like several minutes in his mind, his body went limp and he lost consciousness. The creature quickly cradled his falling form, catching him in her arms. With no effort at all, she picked him up, examining him herself.

"Hmmm," she said under her breath, pondering, "I know I wanted company for a while, but this was rather unexpected." She carried his limp form to her personal chambers and laid him on her bed. Many thoughts crossed her mind. What was she to do with the human? She couldn't just toss him. Even if he conceded to the idea that what had happened was a dream, nothing would stop him from wandering back. She couldn't bring herself to harm him. It wasn't in her nature and it could draw unwanted attention. Finally, one more possibility crossed her mind, making her smile.

"Alright then, lets see how this goes..."

Stevens eyes slowly began to open, his eyes focusing while his mind struggled to understand what happened. His head was filled with incoherent thoughts as he rose to his feet and began to slowly walk, not caring where he walked to. Suddenly, he felt a jerking sensation around his neck which yanked him back to the floor. His shook off the tired feeling and looked around. He was in a bedroom, one of the bedrooms in that creatures home. He looked down at himself to find all his clothes were missing save for his boxers. His hands moved to his neck to find something wrapped around it. It was a collar, and attached was a heavy chain that was locked to the bed post. Before he could say anything about his new situation, a familiar voice rang out from across the room.

"Ah excellent," she said, "you're awake."

Steven looked towards the voice to find the creature sitting casually in a chair. One leg crossed over the other and a glass of some kind of drink in her hand. Her clothes were different, wearing a long white bathrobe, the front covering her body but leaving her upper chest and some cleavage exposed.

"Wh...What's going on?" Steven managed to finally stutter, futility pulling at the collar locked around his neck.

"Well boy," she began, standing up and slowly strolling over to him, "You've put me in quite a predicament. Obviously, I can't just let you go. It would bring undesirable attention to me."

"But...I'm not gonna tell anyone! And even if I did, who would believe me?" Stevens voice was racked with fear.

"You don't really expect me to trust you, do you? Especially since we've just met."

She approached him slowly. Her towering figure looming overhead causing him to back up until the chain pulled taut, preventing him from moving away any further.

"The way I see things," she began casually, "we have two options, little one."

"I have a name you know," He muttered unconsciously under his breath. Despite trying to be silent, she heard him loud and clear. She gripped the chain and pulled him close, lowering her head to meet his gaze, her face expressing not anger or amusement, but a cold emotionless stare.

"Then what is it pray tell?" she asked softly.

"...Steven." he replied hesitantly.

"Very well, Steven. Mine is Alexia Wildfire if you wished to know." She let the chain go, allowing him to back away as much as the chain length would allow, which still kept him within arms reach of her.

"As I was saying, you have two options, and I'll give you the benefit of choosing which path to take. Option one; I keep you here for no less than one week as my pet. You will submit to my wishes without question and without hesitation. Until I say otherwise, you will refer to me as 'Mistress'. After the week is over, if I deem it appropriate and you have proven yourself worth trusting, I will release you."

"What's option two?" he asked curiously, somewhat hoping the alternative was less humiliating.

"Well," she said casually, walking up to him again. She stood beside him and rested her claw on his shoulder. "Option two is much easier on your part. You just refuse."

"That's it?"

"Of course!" she exclaimed, looking over him from head to toe afterward. She looked him right in the eyes once more with a smile and licking her lips, "though, given your size, it will take me a significant amount of time to work off the extra weight I'll gain. I've never had a meal deliver itself to me before, but there's a first time for everything, isn't there?"

Steven looked away in utter shock. Meanwhile, Alexia hoped that her pitch was unpleasant enough for him to take the obvious choice. As interesting of an idea as it was, she'd much rather not HAVE to eat him. She placed her clawed hand under his chin and turned it up to look into her eyes.

"What will it be," she asked softly, "Are you going to submit to my will?"

Steven looked into her eyes, her gaze feeling like it could burn a hole right through him. Neither option was a good one in his mind, but he didn't have the luxury or the position to argue. After a pause that seemed to take forever, he slowly uttered his answer.

"...Yes," he spoke, pausing for a moment, "Mistress."

A smile formed on Alexia's snout, partly of relief over the choice he ultimately took, and mostly of the possibilities this week-long encounter will bring. There were many things she could have him do, ranging from menial to tedious. She needed to establish a sense of dominance with him, but what she needed most was to establish trust. He needs to learn to trust her, and she needs to know that she can trust him. She paused for a moment to think, though she couldn't help but smile and lightly chuckle at a thought that crossed her mind. The thought made her shiver slightly, but she pushed it aside for now. The human needed to learn his place.

Alexia walked to the bedpost and detached the chain, pulling on it. Steven wanted to protest, but felt it would be better for his health to just comply. He followed her out of the bedroom and back to the room where all of the treasure was. Once inside, she reattached the chain to a steel ring that was bolted into the wall.

"Alright pet," she said, "your first task is to organize this room and the items within it. I expect the books to be in order on the shelves, and I want the valuables sorted between the chests and trunks. I'm going below for a swim, so that gives you two hours to finish."

"What if it takes me longer?" he asked as she started to walk out the door. She looked back at him with an almost devilish smile.

"I hope for your sake it doesn't." was all she said. She walked out, closing and locking the door behind her. Steven listened as he heard the door next to this room open and close, and the sound of her walking, toe claws tapping on stone, begin to trail off and downward. Probably to some chamber further underground. He looked over the room, realizing that a good chunk of the mess was his own doing when he was looking for something to take. This was going to take a while.

Two hours came and went. Alexia was slowly making her way up the stone steps back into the main room. Her scales and hair still wet from her swim and wearing the same white bathrobe. She stood before the treasure room door, unlocked it, and slowly creaked it open. Steven was sitting on the ground, fairly exhausted. She gazed around, fairly surprised, at the now organized room. Each book was tucked neatly on the shelves, each chest and trunk arranged to one side and their contents organized. Just about everything was in its proper place.

She bent down and plucked a small golden box that remained on the floor next to where Steven was sitting. He watched her pick it up, and nervously looked into her eyes. She leered down at him, he expression unmistakeable. She wasn't happy. At least, that's what she WANTED him to think.

"You didn't finish," she stated, her the tone in her voice matching the expression on her face.

"I..." he stuttered, trying to come up with a good excuse and failing miserably. Alexia moved closer to him and took his chin into her claw, turning him upward to meet her gaze.

"I'm sorry, Mistress." he finished, silently praying that she wouldn't follow through on her previous ambiguous threat.

She placed the box on a small shelf in the back of the room. She then detached the chain from the wall and pulled, leading Steven out and back into the bedroom. Once inside, she stood at the foot of the bed, her back turned to him. He feared what she was thinking, his imagination running wild of how he might meet his end at this very moment. All awhile, Alexia had her back to him to hide the wide grin on her face. While Steven saw this as a failure to do what he was told, Alexia saw this as an opportunity to do something she thought about earlier.

"Disrobe me." she ordered, her back still facing him. Steven hesitated for a moment until she started to let out a growl of displeasure. He walked up behind her, reached around for the cloth belt that secured the front of the robe and swiftly removed it. She reached her arms back, allowing him to grip the fabric and slowly slide it off of her body. He held the robe in his hands and looked forward to her. She was completely naked.

On her back were these markings, almost like tattoos. They looked similar to the holes that are carved out of violins. One on each side of her back, running from below her shoulders to just above her rear. Her body, despite being only humanoid, was seemingly perfect. He couldn't pull his eyes away from her form, admiring her shape and curves. His eyes wandered around every inch of her body as she turned to face him.

Steven had to fight to keep his jaw from hanging open. He knew her breasts were large, but looking at them now, uncovered and exposed, they seemed larger than he originally thought. They were easily the size of his head, if not larger. Even they, along with the rest of her body, were perfect. Her golden-bronze underbelly scales covered them, but by the looks, the scales were significantly softer, and her nipples matched the bright-red color of the rest of her body. Steven caught himself staring again, but for some reason, he didn't care. He enjoyed looking upon her exposed body. He couldn't explain the feeling, but he felt almost aroused by it.

Alexia smiled, reading his expression like a book. She felt somewhat flattered at his interest. She smiled wider knowing that this will make things much easier. She wiped the grin from her snout as her tail reached out and took hold of a chair nearby and pulled it beside her. She slowly sat herself onto the edge of the bed and at the same time, tugged Stevens chain downward.

"On your knees, my pet," she ordered. Stevens mind was swimming with different thoughts and neither it nor his body offered any resistance to her command. He lowered himself down, kneeling before her. She pulled the chain once more, moving his head to rest on her knees. "Not a bad effort, little one, but when I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done to completion. Your first day is almost over, so let's hope you do better with your final task. Are you prepared?"

"Yes, Mistress," he said almost automatically, which in turn made Alexia smile.

She raised one of her legs and propped it onto the chair, exposing herself to him in full. Steven drew his gaze to her pussy. The lips slightly swollen in anticipation, the flesh within the slit also bright-red. Her inner thighs moist from her swim causing them and her whole body to almost glow in the candlelight.

"Your final task for the night," she said, her tone moving from emotionless and almost cold, to incredibly seductive and lust-filled, "is to pleasure me to completion. If you do a good enough job, I will reward you."

Before Steven could say anything, Alexia tugged the chain again, bringing his face only inches from her pussy. She began to growl happily as his warm breath washed over her sensitive flesh. The scent of her was almost intoxicating. The closer to her slit he moved, the stronger her scent was, and the quicker he became fully aroused. Without even realizing, Steven's cock quickly hardened, tenting from his boxers. He could feel the warmth coming from between her legs on every inch of his face. Without even thinking, he moved in and placed a gentle kiss on Alexias nether lips.

Alexia cooed in pleasure, pulling the chain more to keep his face buried between her legs. Her tail coiled around his waist and Steven let out a small moan as he felt her tail-spade snake into his boxers and rub against his hardened member. Steven continued to kiss her now slick pussy, soon moving on to lightly running his tongue up the entire length of her slit. Alexia leaned her head back, moaning softly. One claw gripping the chain while the other moved to Stevens head, pulling his face gently into her.

Her taste was indescribable, its intoxicating effect much more potent than her scent. Not only that, but he found her taste irresistible, almost addicting. All he could think about was eating her out. His tongue work picked up in pace, reaching every inch of flesh he could. Between his long licks, he would bury his face into her pussy, reaching his tongue inside as far as it would go. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, allowing him to pull himself into her more.

Alexia began to purr deeply. She was lost in a sea of pleasure of her own. In the back of her mind, she was living a fantasy. She had a strange attraction to humans, and had fantasized about being intimate with one. It's finally coming true. Not only the intimate company, but for the remainder of the week, this human belonged to her and will do anything she asks. So many ideas flowed into her mind, though many hard to concentrate on as pleasure shoots through her body every time he pushed his tongue inside of her. One idea stuck in her head, and it was about time she put it into practice.

Alexia took hold of Steven's arms and effortlessly lifted him on to the bed. He laid on his on his back in a minor daze, his mind still trying to grasp exactly what was happening. Without a word, the dragoness made short work of removing his remaining article of clothing, letting his painfully stiff cock stand tall. She glanced at him, the glimmer in her eyes and her smile telling of what she had in mind. She slid off of the bed and onto her knees and lightly pressed the tip of her snout to his throbbing member. Her tongue snaking from her lips and slowly running from the base of his shaft to the tip. Steven clenched his eyes shut, moaning in anticipation at her teasing. His eyes went wide suddenly as her lips closed onto his cock and eagerly began to suck.

Steven grasped at the sheets of the bed, writhing in pleasure, moaning unconsciously. Alexia pumped her warm mouth rhythmically onto his cock, making him nice and slick. She was indeed surprised herself at how well endowed he was for a human, sucking on all 8 or 9 inches of his member. Steven could feel himself growing close to climax. Alexia could sense it too, causing her to stop. Before he could protest, the big dragoness quickly climbed on top of him, pinning him down. She held gripped the back of his head and pushed him to her chest. She let out a sensual moan as his mouth pressed to one of her nipples and began to suckle. At the same time, her hips steadily lowed onto his until the tip of his cock pressed to her pussy.

With a sharp gasp from both of them, Alexia slammed her hips down, taking his cock inside of her. Steven couldn't stop moaning in ecstasy. He was amazed, despite the difference in size, just how tight she felt. He muscle control was incredible and it felt so good. Driven by nothing but hormones and lust, the human and dragoness went wild with each other. She rode him hard and fast while his hips bucked into her each time she pushed down on him. Stevens continued to suck eagerly at her nipples, taking both massive orbs of flash into his hands and squeezing them. The entire lair was filled with the sounds of their mating. The slaps of flesh on scales, the moans from human and dragon, the squeaking of the bed springs and the slamming of the headboard to the wall.

For almost a solid hour, the two of them were going at it before they felt their peak quickly rise. Alexia gripped the bed sheets tight in her claws and pumped her hips wildly. Steven did the same and quickly reached his climax. His cock pulsated as jets of cum spurted into the dragons hot pussy, his moans becoming sporadic and intense as he let loose. His arms reached up to hold onto her as best he could while in the throws of an intense orgasm.

Alexia wasn't far behind the human. As soon as she felt the surge of seed erupt into her depths, she let out an almost deafening roar, cumming herself. One of her claws dug holes into the mattress while the other pulled him tight between her massive breasts while her juices coated both of their lower bodies. Their peaking pleasure lasted seemingly forever to both of them before beginning to subside.

Alexia sat up, still straddling her human pet and still pleasurably filled by his semi-hard cock. Both of them were panting hard, trying to catch their breaths. She glanced down at the spent boy with a smile.

"Gooooood boy," she purred, "I think you'll do well here." Steven's mind finally cleared as he looked up at her towering figure. He couldn't believe what had just happened in the past hour let alone what a day it's already been. He wanted to say something, but was at a complete loss for words. Alexia leaned down and gave him a small kiss on his cheek.

"Not bad for your first day, my lovely pet," she cooed into his ear. Exhaustion finally got the better of him as he quickly passed out into a deep, but strangely comfortable, sleep. Alexia smiled, gently lifting herself up and laying beside him, pulling him close into her warm body and petting his head. She wasn't too sure if this path was the right one to take as far as building trust between them to protect her home, but for tonight, she didn't care, "Six more days, little one. Six more days....", and with that, she drifted off to sleep herself, curious what the rest of the week would bring, and how her own family would react to the events once they came to visit.