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The Persistent Dragon, Chapter 8

The Persistent Dragon Takes Flight

It wasn't long before Jacob found himself back in a rather familiar stable. Standing before him, was a lavender-scaled dragon about the size of a pony. The pointed, knobby growths on her forehead, back, and shoulders were accentuated with tiny hints of cerulean blue. Creamy tan scales ran down her long neck and belly, with thick creases between each armor plate. Sweeping, expressive fins accentuated her playful-looking ears, which were tipped with flexible, purple and blue spines. A pair of dark gray horns adorned her head. Large, inquisitive eyes with striking, electric blue irises stared his way. The dragon bore an open-mouthed look of adoration as she met his gaze. She bounded over to him with the energy of a small child.

"Jay-ake!" the dragon trilled. The air of playfulness on her uncannily girlish, but still inhuman voice was unmistakable. "Jake, that was so thoughtful of you," Jacob felt the vibrations from a draconic churr gathering in the back of her throat as the dragon rubbed her snout across his neck.

"I... what?" Jacob blinked and looked around.

He realized he was inside Penelope's stable. It was late December. Large snowflakes could be seen falling slowly just outside the small windows. The simple firewood furnace next to Penelope's hand-me-down mattress was lit. It was always open; the dragon could load and light it easily enough by herself. The dim firelight danced off Penelope's smooth, armored hide, casting it in a warm glow. The old oaken barrel next to the door had been dragged inside the stable. A lonely candle had been set on it, along with a simple tablecloth and room set aside for a dinner plate. Jacob found Penelope's food dish in his hands.

"What... what is this?" he mumbled to himself as he placed the food down on the barrel. He couldn't remember if this was his idea, or hers.

"Jake," Penelope playfully growled, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Look at me."

His eyes were ripped from the odd scene back to his dragon. Penelope had donned her winter coat, a custom made svelte navy blue fabric shell with a white wooly inner lining. The jacket covered her completely, wings and all, going up all the way to her head. A slot in back of the hood allowed her horns to poke out. All in all, it made the dragon looked rather cute.

"I have some mistletoe," Penelope began, showing off the tiny plant carefully clutched between her jaws. The sly grin she wore on her snout nearly reached ear-to-ear. With a flick of her head, she tossed it to him. Jacob flinched from the unexpected throw, and almost dropped it. to catch it with both hands.

"Huh?"

"Go ahead, Jake... Hang it over any part of your body you want," she cooed, licking her lips just slightly.

Jacob looked back up at his dragon with a mixture of shock and disbelief, feeling his chest and throat tighten up in taboo excitement. His cheeks felt hot. He wanted to say something.

"Well... " Penelope churred into his ear. "Have I been a good dragon this year?" She closely circled around him, her sides brushing up against his own until she reached his other ear. "Or have I been... naughty?" Churring, she gave a quick lick across his earlobe.

"Nel," Jacob gasped, unprepared for everything that was happening.

In a flourish, the dragon cast off her coat by spreading her wings, letting it collapse on the flagstone floor behind her. Turning, she presented her hindquarters to him and looked back with an expectant grin.

Jacob's jaw dropped in disbelief.

The dragon was wearing a gigantic red bow on her tailbase!

Penelope giggled and spoke with a soft, sultry tone in her voice. "Time to unwrap your present, Jake." She gave her hips a short shake, and the rustling sound of the bow ribbon filled Jacob's ears.

"I..." Jacob swallowed his anxiety down. His mind was swimming, his heart thumping in his chest. Everything was happening too fast for him to make sense of it.

A sudden tan and purple wing wrapped around his shoulder and pulled hard, bringing his body tumbling onto the old mattress next to his dragon with an "Oof". There she wrapped him up in a tangle of legs and wings and tail and squeezed him tight with every one, churring deeply in her throat.

"You know what, Jake? I'm... I'm happy. I'm really happy." Slowly, she loosened her grip of her keeper so she could make eye contact with him. Her expression seemed to glow as she looked into Jacob's surprised and slightly smiling face, thinking the moment was perfect, and said one more thing:

"I am so glad we're mated for life."

Jacob's eyes opened up wide. "What?!" he yelled, and tried to violently pull himself from her embrace. "W-wait a sec, Nel..."

"I'll give you a special treat, my love. Just for the winter holiday." Penelope said, ignoring him. His clothes left his body in a flash, and before he knew what was happening, Jacob found himself nude. Lowering her head to his groin, Penelope nuzzled his crotch, delighting in feeling his stiff arousal already waiting.

She looked at him, giving a slow, rumbling growl and began to prod his erection with her snout. Then, without warning, she opened wide, dove in, and took the whole thing in her mouth. Jacob gasped.

But no sooner that she started, the door to the stable opened. Jacob whirled his head around, his eyes growing to the size of dinner plates.

"Father!" Jacob shouted in surprise. His heart felt like it skipped two beats. He pulled away in a flash, trying to throw his clothes back on in a futile hurry. "Father! What are you doing here!?"

"Penelope!" Desmond shouted as he burst into the room along with a gust of cold air. "Get away from my son right now!"

"But-"

"Hold your tongue, lizard!" He snarled at her. Shrinking back in fear, Penelope retired to the far corner of her pen and coiled up in a ball.

"Father!" Jacob shouted, fumbling with his pants, hopping with one leg as he tried to get the other in. "Just let me explain!"

Desmond looked his way. "Jake, I can't let you keep this dragon anymore. What she is doing to you is sick. It is sick and needs to stop."

That was when Jacob noticed the old, matchlock hunting musket in his father's hands. The fuse was smoking. Everything was moving far too fast for Jacob. His head was spinning. "Wait, Father! No! Blame me! It's not her fault!"

Desmond hefted the heavy firearm and put his finger on the trigger. "That dragon needs to be put down. The way she is corrupting you is disgusting, Jacob. We can't have that in our family."

Penelope looked on with a horrified expression. "Dessie...." she whimpered. "Please...."

"Dad, wait!" Jacob shouted. "Wait!"

"I'm doing you a favor, Jacob," Desmond growled. "You just don't know it yet."

There was an incredible bang of black powder, and a thick puff of smoke filled the room. Jacob saw the dragon collapse to the floor, motionless. The room was spinning, Jacob's heart pounding.

"Penelope!"

--=-=--

Jacob awoke with a start. He found himself in his bed, laying on his back and tangled up in his bedsheets. No father, no gun, no danger.... He looked up at the ceiling, wide-eyed and tense.

"It was.... That was..."

Jacob blinked. After a few more seconds he let himself breathe out a sigh and relax.

"Cripes..." he whispered, and fell back on his pillow. What a stupid dream! That old matchlock mounted above the fireplace didn't even work anymore, as far as he knew. It was just a family heirloom, a decoration...

...and yet, his heart was still racing.

The fresh rays of morning light were peeking through his window. He grimaced. It was early for him, but perhaps by only a few hours. Reluctantly, he threw off the covers and opened the window panes with a grunt, taking a deep breath. A blast of warm morning air hit him.

It was still late summer, of course. Not winter like his dream, and definitely nowhere near the holiday season. The mistletoe, the big red bow, everything that Penelope had said to him... Jacob found himself laughing at how trite and cheesy it was. The whole thing seemed like it had all been lifted right out of one of those cheap romantic novels his mother seemed always so enthralled by!

Jacob looked across the back yard of the mansion and recounted the events of yesterday in his mind. He and his dragon were in some sort of relationship; that part was real... He wasn't sure what to call it, but the two were definitely having regular sex; that part was rather hard to deny.

Penelope had always been a close companion growing up, but lately she seemed to have become rather enamored with him in a way that went beyond casual friendship. The lavender-hued dragon was awfully persistent, and unfortunately she also had learned how to push his buttons with both word and action. Jacob couldn't lie that it was thrilling to explore certain things with her, but the fact that she was a dragon left him with more than a handful of conflicted feelings, along with a dose of guilt and shame. It had taken him a while to finally wonder if Penelope just needed to meet another one of her own kind. She was awfully young still, having just started her first heat a year or so ago. Part of him was still very apprehensive over the whole thing between him and Penelope. And then there was his father. It was no secret Desmond held a strong dislike for the dragon, and furthermore he seemed to suspect something was going on.

His father and Penelope had had a late-night talk as he was readying himself for bed. Just thinking about what the two could have discussed ate at Jacob's insides like a worm. He didn't know what it was about, but his father certainly did not seem happy last night. His anxiety kicked in just by remembering the look on his father's face as he passed him to go inside the house.

There was no way he could fall back asleep now. Jacob threw on some clothes in haste, and without even taking time to bathe, shave, or freshen up first, ran down the double staircase, past two maids carrying fresh linen for the beds, and opened the door to the mansion's back yard.

He squinted in the morning sunlight, walking barefoot in the grass towards his dragon's stable. He gave a polite knock on the dutch door before unhooking the latch and throwing the door wide.

His dragon was on her bed, curled up in a tight ball with a wing over her head in her sleep.

"Penelope?"

The dragon flinched and shuddered. "Mm? Dessie? Is it time to go already?" As her neck pulled back from under her wing, the dragon revealed a tight-eyed yawn, sticking her tongue out as far as it could go. When she opened her eyes, a moment of recognition flickered across her face.

"Oh, good morning, Jake. Why are you here so early?" she sleepily asked.

Jacob pulled the old stool from the corner and sat down in front of the dragon's bed. He bore a dour, tight-lipped expression of worry.

"Penelope..." he began, "What did you and Father talk about last night?

"Wha-oh..." Penelope's left ear flinched as she recollected the events and tried to shake off sleep. "Oh, it was nothing. Dessie told me he had a special job for me to do when we leave this morning."

"Th-that's... that's it?" Jacob let out a sigh of relief.

Nothing to worry about! He felt the tension in his shoulders relax in an instant. Desmond ran a wealthy trade empire, with contacts from all around the eastern sea. He was always very busy and occasionally asked the dragon to run errands for him in situations where a set of wings and fast transit were invaluable. He even joked, sometimes rather callously that the dragon was an oversized messenger pigeon, to Jacob's disapproval.

"Yes," Penelope paused as more and more details returned to her memory. "...In fact, he said it was a really special job, and a secret job, and that I can't tell anybody what it's about. I don't really know why, though...." The dragon frowned.

Jacob paused and furrowed his brow. "Wait, not even me?" he asked.

Penelope tucked her forepaws under her chest and averted eye contact. "Well, no..."

Jacob scooted a tad closer on his stool, causing the wooden legs to squeak on the flagstone floor.

"Oh, come on... you know you can trust me, Nel..."

The dragon thought for a moment, biting her lower lip and humming a bit as she mulled over her thoughts.

"Um, alright..." She looked at him, worried. "But don't tell Dessie because I really wanna show him I can do a good job and follow orders this time, okay?"

Jacob smiled. "Cross my heart, Nel..." he motioned an X-shape over his chest with a finger. "I wouldn't tell him for the world."

Penelope took in a big breath, satisfied with his promise. "Okay," she nodded. "He said he wants me to protect a big cart."

Jacob tilted his head. "That's it? What's in the cart?"

The dragon's face suddenly lit up. "Silver. Dessie said I can have a piece if I do it good! And I wanna do good so he can like me more."

"That..." Jacob leaned back and stared off into the distance, trying to connect the dots in his mind. A dragon guarding a cache of precious metals? Sounded awfully... stereotypical. He smirked. But why the secrecy when... well, it sounded like it was just something his father didn't want him worrying about. In a flash, the thought was out of his mind: most importantly, it seemed like Jacob had just gotten himself worked up over nothing! Maybe he had just gotten a little too paranoid over his father, that he maybe he even suspected nothing at al-

"Oh, and there was something else we talked about, too!" Penelope piped up. "Dessie asked me about you."

A lump formed in the back of Jacob's throat. He almost choked on it.

"What!?" he shouted, much louder than he needed to.

"Yes!" Penelope excitedly nodded. "He said..." The dragon furrowed her scaly brow, pursed her lips, and did her best to try and imitate a grumpy, masculine voice. "Penelope, I want to know what's going on with you and my son. You two have been spending a lot of time together lately, acting rather suspicious, and it better not be for the reason I'm thinking of..."

The blood ran from Jacob's face. "Oh cripes, Nel... you didn't... you didn't tell him, did you!? We promised, remember? We can't tell anyone about that. Especially my father!"

"Of course not!" Penelope giggled. "I'm good at keeping secrets, remember? I never tell anybody anything!"

Jacob winced. He didn't have the heart to correct her, but the dragon was anything but tight-lipped. In fact, from her confident nodding, it was clear that she had already forgot about what she had just let slip a minute ago.

"Nel... what did you say?" he asked, his voice shaky. "What did you tell him?

"Oh, a lot of things," the dragon said, her voice carrying a flippant tone. "But..." She narrowed her blue eyes and giggled playfully. "I left all the good parts out."

Hearing that did nothing to make Jacob feel more at ease. "Nel..."

"Dessie was a good listener," the dragon continued, oblivious to her keeper's anxiety. "He didn't interrupt or say anything. He just listened to me talk and asked a few questions and then he left saying to be ready to leave tomorrow morning."

"Nel," Jacob spoke through gritted teeth. "I need to know exactly what you-"

There was the sound of the door opening.

"Father!?" he yelped. Jacob whirled around in his stool in a flash.

No, not Jacob's father. In the threshold of the doorway stood a familiar blonde-haired house maid, and Jacob immediately relaxed, almost laughing at himself for overreacting. Mrs. McCollins extended a warm smile.

"Well, what in the blazes are you doin' awake and out here, Master Jacob?"

"Oh!" Jacob flinched. "Nothing, just..." he anxiously ran a hand through his hair."I just wanted to talk to Penelope real quick before she left." He glanced at Penelope and hissed a terse "We'll finish this later," into her ear. She nodded empathetically and stood up.

"Well, you better hurry up because your father asked me to get her fed, dressed, and ready to go."

"Ah, yeah... it's fine." Jacob shrugged. "In fact, I might as well help."

Penelope approached the maid. "Morning, Millie," she cooed. Affectionately, Mrs. McCollins gave the dragon a pet on the snout.

"Why, good morning to you too, Penny!" Mrs. McCollins smiled broadly. "Gotta get you suited up for today. Are you ready?"

"Sure!" the dragon chirped.

The maid carried with her a bowl of Penelope's breakfast, to which the dragon squealed with joy once she saw it. She gave the food to her and Penelope scarfed it down quickly. While she ate, Jacob opened the cabinet that held her flight gear. He took out her travel satchel and flight vest and started to suit his dragon up as she licked her dish clean.

Penelope stood still obediently, stretching her wings out for convenience as Jacob wrapped the quilted vest over her chest. The light and tight-fitting vest was not like human ones: it opened in the back, not the front, and was kept secured to her chest by straps around the neck and under the armpit. The brightly colored thing was not only an important tool, it was required by law for any flighted dragon for identification purposes. Wild dragons were considered suspicious at best and were treated with caution, and the vest let people easily identify Penelope as a domesticate, even from the air. It kept the dragon out of danger and mistrust around in the city. The flight vest had a handy, wide-stitched chest pocket designed to accommodate the rummaging claws of a dragon's forepaw. Jacob often found the pocket laced with specks of dirt and pebbles, never knowing what she had put in there originally.

"Ooh, ooh, don't forget my goggles!" Penelope chirped, fishing them out of the cabinet with her teeth. The goggles were an expensive brass and leather affair that had cost quite a bit to be custom-made to fit a dragon's head... not that money was an issue for Jacob's family. The circular lenses clacked together as they swayed from the dragon's mouth.

"Nel, you don't really need them..." Jacob laughed as she deposited the goggles in his hands. He was perfectly right; the dragon was more than capable of flying without them.

But the dragon was adamant. "Yes I do need them!" she shouted, stamping her foot down in protest.

Jacob sighed, giving into Penelope's wishes and giving her a pat on the cheek. "Okay, well... I won't argue with a dragon." He strapped the goggles around his dragon's head and carefully aligned the ports over her eyes. "You know, you always look so goofy with these things on...."

"They make me feel so cool though!" she squeaked.

Jacob smiled, knowing any expensive-looking accessory was a must-have for one of her kind. Dragons tended to be quite materialistic creatures, domesticated or not. He turned to the maid, who had just finished strapping the travel satchel to her back. The canvas bag was sturdy enough to let the dragon carry cumbersome parcels (though more often than not simply written orders, instructions, and other letters) to whomever Desmond needed, whether it be the merchants, management offices in the city, or even a trade ship at port. Penelope rarely needed to access the bag by herself, but in a pinch she could use the thumb claws on her wings to open it if she needed to.

Jacob turned to the maid, giving Penelope a pat on the back of the neck "Alright, you can go tell Father that she's ready. I'll sneak out of here before he realizes I'm awake."

"Sure thing, master Jacob..." She then turned to the dragon and gave her a pat on the cheek. "Desmond will be expecting you by the carriage out front, got it?"

"Yup!" Penelope effusively nodded.

"Alright, then. Master Jacob..." Mrs. McCollins curtsied politely. "You have a good day."

Jacob found himself smiling from her cheerfulness. "You too."

"Bye, Millie!" Penelope blinked through her thick goggles and grinned.

"Oh ho..." the maid smiled and gave the dragon a brisk snout rub. "You have a good one, too, Penny. Mrs. McCollins then turned and left, closing the door politely behind her.

"I like Millie... she's nice." Penelope mused, and Jacob couldn't argue. The woman had been to Jacob like a close aunt he never had. While his mother held quite the busy social life and was out of the house often, Mrs. McCollins was often the one he looked to in her stead.

Penelope turned to her keeper after he escorted the dragon outside of her pen. "Okay! I have to go meet Dessie, but I'll be done by the afternoon and will fly back as soon as I can."

The dragon then leaned into Jacob's ear to murmur a few words. "When I get back, you better be waiting for me..." She hissed. Penelope gave a sensual lick up Jacob's neck before latching onto his ear with her teeth and giving it a tantalizing nibble that caused him to gasp.

"...because I will definitely be waiting for you," she whispered into his wet ear.

Pulling back to look at him in the eye, the dragon put on a knowing grin. "I'll see you later, Jake." She cooed, putting extra emphasis on his name. And with that, she turned and left, leaving Jacob with an uncomfortable pressure in his pants. He gulped and let out a loud, whistling exhale as his dragon took to the air with a massive swoop of her wings.

--=-=--

Sex.

Sex with a dragon.

It was the only thing Jacob could think about the rest of the day.

He felt rather ashamed for it, like he was getting a dirty mind, a perverted mind. He tried to comfort himself in remembering she was both awfully persistent and knew how to entice, dragon or not. Perhaps any other would be similarly tempted, he thought. But beyond the sense of taboo excitement and the prospect of sex, he mostly just felt anxious and worried. The fear of being caught or found out was ever-present, and the combination of taboo excitement and anxiety chewed away at Jacob's thoughts for the greater part of the day.

He tried to pass the time with homework. There wasn't much left to do from yesterday and didn't take long. When that was done, he found himself pacing, and laughed at himself when he realized it. In an attempt to get his mind off of things, he ended up taking a horse and going to visit a friend for a few hours. Gregory, a classmate that shared Jacob's business major, was an avid sportsman, and he took Jacob out for some shooting practice. The heavy, double-barreled hunting rifle felt odd in Jacob's hands, but the thrill of firing one was exciting enough, even if it was only at a target.

It was only after midday, with his stomach calling for lunch, that Jacob bid his friend farewell and took his leave. His heart was anxious and heavy on the ride home, and his mind was filled with thoughts of what his dragon would do this time....

...and then, of course, he still had to find out what she had told his father of their current relationship. Just remembering that talk filled Jacob with unease. Quickly, he stabled the horse and took a brisk walk to the back of the mansion, not knowing if Penelope had returned yet. When he drew near to her stable, there was no one in sight. Perhaps the dragon had let herself inside already. Cautiously, he knocked and creaked the door open a tad.

"Penelope?"

"Jay-ake!"

There was a whoosh and a gust of wind from outstretched wings, and before Jacob could turn around completely, the dragon had swooped down from the roof of her stable and appeared behind him in a flash.

"Boo!" She giggled.

"Where have you been, Jake?" The dragon playfully danced his name across her tongue. She was still wearing her flight vest and satchel, but her goggles were pulled back above her eyes. The narrow-eyed, grinning expression Penelope wore could not be mistaken for anything but desire. Slowly, and with deliberate action, she let the entirety of her tail rub up against his lower back and butt as she circled him. "I've been waiting for you..."

"Penelope..." Jacob chastised her lightly as he took her head and briskly rubbed her snout. "You know you're not allowed to walk around on the roofs because your claws could-"

The dragon squirmed out of his grasp and put on a faux show of apology. "I'm sorry."

He smiled even knowing she wasn't sincere.

"So how did your little errands go today?" he asked. "And your special job that Father gave you?"

Penelope froze in mid-step, and immediately her ears folded back as a flicker of emotion spread across her face. "I... I don't want to talk about that."

Jacob cocked his head. "What? Something go wrong? Did he get angry at you again?"

Penelope backed up, averting her gaze. "No, not that, I... I just... Don't think about it, Jake. Okay?"

Jacob's brow furrowed. "Nel, you saying you don't want me to think about it makes me want to know even more. Did something bad happen today?"

"No, nothing bad, just..." She closed her eyes for a moment before speaking again. "Dessie told me to not tell you anything because it could upset you and I don't want to talk about it anyway because it was really hard and it made me really upset and..." She stopped herself and ruffled her wings before switching gears abruptly.

"Jake, I'm just glad to be back here, with you, and I want to be happy, okay? And I've been waiting to see you again all day and I don't want to be upset so...."

Her words worried him greatly, but he decided to neither show it, nor press the issue. "Alright, alright..." He held his hands up in defeat.

The dragon rested her head against his chest "Good..." And then, as she took in a breath of his scent and felt his touch, the dragon was reminded of her intentions and began to smile once more. She nuzzled his chest and let out a short, pleased hum. "...Mm, and now that I'm back, I don't want to think of anything but one thing at all..."

Already, Jacob felt his cheeks begin to flush. "Oh, cripes... right now?"

"Yessss," the dragon hissed, sliding her snout up towards Jacob's neck. "Why not?"

A warm lick on the neck made him jump. The hot exhale of a dragon's breath went down his shirt. He froze in place.

"I, uh... wanted to grab some lunch, first...."

The dragon pulled away and curled her lip into a pout. "You're hungry!?"

He stared at her for a second, before giving an honest nod. "Yeah, that's all."

"You're not being reluctant again, are you?" The dragon asked, her voice full of worry.

"What-no!" he shook his head.

"Because you said you'd work on that, remember? That you are going to tell yourself it's fine that we're mates and you don't care that I'm a dragon anymore and you like me no matter what?"

Jacob's eyes bugged out. He had never said any of that, especially the part about being mates! Jacob didn't know exactly what to call what was going on between him and his dragon, but to his ears, "mates" was definitely not it!

"Nel," he whined. "I said I'd try to be more okay with...." He gesticulated awkwardly between them. "...this physical stuff going on between us. But I didn't say-"

"Come on, Jake!" The dragon interrupted, leaning into his chest for another nuzzle. Jacob's expression was anything but encouraging for her. "You said you'd be okay with it, so you're not allowed to back out anymore!"

Jacob tried to stifle a laugh even as he felt his frustrations growing.

"Remember, don't think about that stuff, just have fun..." she murmured into his shirt, bringing a wing forward to grasp at his arm.

A lump welled up on Jacob's throat as the dragon moved her snout north once again, eager to distract. "N-Nel... it's not that, okay? It's just-"

"Shh, Jake... Don't think," she whispered. "Just get lost in the feelings, okay?"

"Gah..." Jacob grunted in frustration. "Nel! That's not it!"

Gently, he tried to push his dragon away, but a wing found his chest as she tried earnestly to convince her keeper. Slender, webbed wing tips wrapped around him, holding on tight. The dragon's thumb claw hooked on the collar of his shirt, pulling down, and she nosed under his shirt collar to lick. Her tongue began exploring, drawing across his collar bone, giggling to herself as she tasted his skin.

"Jake..." Penelope whispered, her tongue drawing slowly across his cheek. He felt the heat of her breath wash over his face, the warmth of her long, draconic tongue.

"Wait, wait....." Jacob gasped. "Not outside!" He felt his lips tightening up into a peeved expression. He put his hands up to try and push her off.

"Jake, do you know what I want?" the dragon churred softly into his ear, the vibrating tone welling up from deep in her throat. Her silky whisper sounded positively delectable.

A gasp escaped his lips as she gave his earlobe a lick and a soft tug.

She nudged his cheek. "Well, do you?"

"Penelope.... Please. No! Hold on! Can I just-"

The dragon brought one of her wings down, and used her thumb claw to give a gentle tug on his pants. "I want you to take these off," she growled.

"Gah... Nel!" he finally stammered. "Not... not here. Not here!" His hands returned to Penelope's chest, as he finally mustered enough self-control to push the dragon off of him. "You darn dragon!" he gasped.

"What... why?" She asked, the look of frustration and disappointment apparent on her face as she returned to all fours.

Jacob held a finger up as he took a quick breather, feeling both flustered and rather turned-on by the suddenness of it all. "Cripes, Penelope, I can't believe you did that outside: someone could have seen that! The maids, my mother..." he motioned to the house. "... anyone looking out the back windows!" He massaged his brow with his fingers.

Penelope folded her fins back against her head, her lips quivering and curling into a pout.

Seeing her expression, Jacob quickly felt a twinge of regret for his outburst and consoled her. "Gosh, I'm sorry... didn't mean to get angry. Just... we can't do any of that stuff outside, remember?"

"Yeah..." Penelope looked downtrodden. "I remember now."

"Good." Jacob felt incredibly relieved, knowing that perhaps a few weeks ago, she wouldn't have been so willing to listen. "Now can you hold on until I get some lunch?"

Immediately, the dragon backed up a step and gave him a perplexed look.

"Wait... you really are hungry?"

"Yes!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "That's what I was trying to tell you!"

"Oh." The dragon sat down on her haunches, now looking to be a tad embarrassed at herself. "I'm sorry, Jake. It's just that, well... I was thinking about it all the way back home, thinking of you, thinking about what we would do when I got back, and I... I just got myself all worked up over it, okay?"

"Cripes, you silly dragon..." Jacob shook his head, not giving himself time to get uncomfortable with knowledge of the dragon's personal fantasies of him. "That's okay... no harm done, I hope." He turned for the house.

"You'll be quick?" Penelope asked.

"Yeah. Just a few minutes to grab something. I'll be real quick, I promise. And Penelope..." He stopped and turned.

"Yeah?"

Jacob felt a sheepish grin forming on his face. "... those thoughts you had on the flight home? Just hold on to every single one of them for when I get back."

The dragon sucked in an excited gasp and her expression seemed to glow. "Okay!"

Jacob turned back and shook his head, feeling all flustered and anxious and embarrassed and aroused at the same time.

"She's been fantasizing about me?!" Jacob whispered to himself in shock.

With his heart thumping in his chest, he quickly made his way to the house.

--=-=--

It had only taken him a few minutes to slip inside the kitchen, grab some food, and scarf it down. He briefly thought to bring Penelope a treat as well, but reluctantly decided against it as he was wary of overfeeding the dragon. He knew she would eat anything she could get her claws on.

Although he had been quick, when Jacob returned to the back yard his dragon was nowhere to be found. Nervous, he looked back at the house before knocking on the door to his dragon's stable and letting himself in.

"Nel? Are you in here-oof!"

As soon as he was through the doorway, Penelope sprang from her spot behind the door and pounced on him with a playful growl. She wrapped her forepaws around him, and Jacob staggered backwards as the dragon's weight threatened to bring him down. Together, they slammed against the wall, and Jacob found himself face to face with several hundred pounds of amorous dragon. Before he could open his mouth to say something, Penelope darted in for a kiss, churring deeply in her throat. Jacob found a pair of scaled lips pressed deeply, mouthing at his own, thick tongue flicking out, spreading his lips, and arid, hot dragon breath washing over his face.

She pulled away for a quick moment, leaving Jacob stunned.

"What's-"

"Shh," she growled, going in for another kiss and causing Jacob to let out a muffled grunt of surprise. Not another, he thought! Jacob had asked about it before, and found the dragon thought that performing such a human act of affection was exotic and exciting. But to actually confront all that snout and tongue was intimidating to say the least!

Jacob gasped as the dragon pushed her lips against his. He found Penelope pressing against him, her chest scales up against his own, her forepaws up against the wall and her wings gripping him firmly at the waist. Penelope, due to her snout shape, tended to kiss with her tongue and not her lips, and Jacob's eyes bugged out as he felt her large tongue worm its way into his mouth.

As the dragon's excitement increased, he found her tongue moving more, licking at his own, and suddenly she broke the kiss with a gasp and began to nip and nibble at his neck and chin: her own arousal was carrying her on, causing her to spiral into more bestial, draconic forms of affection that came more natural to her. A paw moved down his body, claws grasping the front of his pants and squeezing at what was underneath. It was all too sudden for him. Jacob tried to hold her at bay, but the effort was too half-hearted to be effective. Needing a body to push against, Penelope scooted her lower body closer, standing practically upright and lining up their hips until they touched as she doted on his body with tiny bites and licks.

Jacob found his hands moving without thought, sliding down the curvature of her scaled chest, down the smooth belly scutes, where they came to rest on her haunches. He gripped her scaled hide, and pulled her close, his mind trying to rationalize the morals of what he was doing, but the tongue lathing across his shoulders, the weight of the body pressing against his own, the thumb claws on her wings wantonly grasping and pawing at his waist made it difficult to focus. He found his hands wandering, stroking her scaly cheeks and neck in strangely sensual ways.

"Mm, Jake, I want you," the dragon growled, nibbling heatedly at his bare neck. Her wings dipped down and two dragon thumb claws began to rub and grasp at the bulge in his pants. "Let's get these clothes off."

And with that, all the thoughts of shame, embarrassment, or awkwardness that Jacob kept bubbling under the surface were suddenly choked and strangled by the tight grip of arousal.

His hands moved, undoing the straps on Penelope's flight vest and casting the thing off. She returned to all fours and let Jacob remove her satchel and goggles as well. He made to put them away in a hurry, but after two steps he found a tail grabbing him by the waist.

"Ah, hey!"

"Where do you think you're going, Jake?" She playfully asked, her tail tightening around his stomach. He felt a firm tug, and his feet staggered backwards. "My bed is this way."

"C-cripes..." Jacob stammered, and let the flight gear fall from his hands. He managed to deposit the goggles on top of the dragon's chest before being pulled away. With a strong yank of her tail, she forced him onto the boxless mattress with a giggle.

"You're ridiculous, dragon," he laughed as he felt the constricting tail finally unwrap him. A strong nudge forced Jacob to sit down on the old mattress that served as her bed, and he was quickly joined by his dragon as she flopped down next to him, wings already touching and stroking his bare chest.

"Off, off!" Penelope begged, grabbing his pant legs with paw and yanking downward.

"What's gotten into you?" Jacob teased as he began to undo his belt.

"You told me to hang onto those thoughts I had flying home, so I sat and thought about them, and the more I did the more they got me really excited. Mm, good." Penelope pulled at his pants when the belt was undone, and Jacob laid back on the bed to kick them off, along with his shoes and socks.

"And what were you thinking about?"

Penelope let out an antsy growl. There was something strangely hot to the dragon about seeing her keeper in nothing but his undergarments, especially with his manhood already showing the beginnings of an erection. She bent down to lick feverishly at his stomach, causing Jacob to stifle a laugh out of ticklishness. He felt her paws and wings grasping, touching, feeling him.

The dragon spoke quickly between licks. "Mm, you giving me a really hot massage and slowly teasing me with licks between my legs until I couldn't take it anymore and then mounting me until I squealed."

Jacob almost surprised himself at not even batting an eye at what his dragon had just said. "But... we're going way too fast for that!"

She bent down to nose and sniff at his underwear, and was delighted to help Jacob remove them himself, revealing his nearly-erect manhood.

"I know! But it got me really excited and I started pacing while waiting for you and even started rubbing my tail between my legs and when you finally walked in I just couldn't help myself! Mm!" She nibbled his shoulder a bit, trying to climb on top of him, but Jacob held up a hand.

"Well, let's slow down just a bit, okay? For your sake?" he asked, though secretly it was for his own sake, not hers... Jacob was still dealing with his reluctance and felt that he needed time to warm up to the act.

"Oh? Okay! Did you have something you wanted to do?" The dragon looked ready to please.

Jacob thought for a moment, before remembering what had happened the last time. "Oh!" he snapped his fingers. "Remember yesterday, at the lake, I said that next time I wanted to be on top?"

"Okay!" Penelope eagerly nodded. "You can have control this time."

The dragon wriggled onto her back, and, with an eager growl, grabbed Jacob by the waist and half-guided, half-pulled him on top so that he straddled her stomach. Jacob's manhood was in plain view, easily within grasping range. The dragon stared at her keeper's naked form with an almost hungry gaze, seeing him erect and ready for her. She drew both forepaws up to her chest but restrained herself from diving in just yet. Instead, Penelope looked up with a seductive glare.

"Tell me I'm allowed to touch it."

Jacob grinned. "You're allowed to touch it."

Penelope narrowed her eyes slightly as a short churr escaped her throat. But the dragon didn't quite go in just yet.

"Mm..." Penelope murmured. "Tell me you want me to touch it."

"Penelope!" He laughed, and bent forward to give the dragon an affectionate cheek rub. Staring at him, she leaned into his hand and drew a few fingers into her mouth to nibble at them. Jacob heard the dragon's tail thump excitedly on the bed again as her body wriggled slightly between his legs.

"Tell me!" She eagerly pleaded, with the fingers still in her mouth. She spat them out to repeat the words, this time clearer.

Jacob swallowed, paused, and did his best to allow himself to admit it:

"I want you to touch it."

The lavender-hued dragon looked up at him, judging his sincerity. Jacob smiled warmly.

Seeing that, Penelope lunged forward in between his legs with a squeal of excitement and grasped his manhood with one scaly paw. She began to stroke and squeeze; Jacob gasped and put his arms on her shoulders as he was explored by his dragon. He spread his legs wider to allow more access. He felt Penelope's wings come up, and they grasped him carefully, her wing thumbs feeling and rubbing his arms, back, and shoulders. It wasn't long before her other paw found his sack underneath.

"Ah!" Jacob jumped as his balls were cupped and massaged by a large, draconic paw. "Careful with the undercarriage!" he chided, causing Penelope to giggle.

"Mm, hot cock. I want it." The dragon let out a husky growl.

Penelope's paws handled roughly, but it was something he didn't mind for the most part. She was always careful with her claws, instead using her leathery toes for most of the pressure. The dragon watched, transfixed as she stroked him, watching the loose skin stretch and pull around the strange, mushroom-shaped tip, feeling his firmness, his arousal. Squeezing him, she felt the stiffness in her paws, and let out an antsy growl of approval. Just feeling it in her paws and being able to touch it was making her tingle with anticipation between the legs.

An idea popped in Jacob's mind, and he leaned back a bit, scooting his hips forward for her. Reaching behind himself, he slid a hand up Penelope's hind leg, making sure to do so in a way she'd take notice.

Penelope's eyes opened wide. "Ah! Jake!" She chirped with glee. "Mm..." the dragon gasped at his touch as he got near her slit, then, dancing closely around it for now, moved his fingers in circles as he stroked the crooks of both thighs, circling closer to the swollen, scale-covered entrance to her vent. He felt the scaly skin contract slightly as her vaginal muscles underneath tightened up with anticipation and pleasure.

Jacob had never done such a thing before without being asked to, and his light, teasing touch sent a shiver of excitement through her body that Jacob felt as he straddled the dragon's stomach.

"Jake..." she cooed, stroking his hardening cock softly. "Are you getting eager?"

Jacob gave a shy smile. She wanted him to say something enticing, he knew it. Pausing to think of some words, he laughed under his breath.

"Nah... you wouldn't want to see me eager. It'd probably be too much for you."

The tease was an effective one, causing Penelope to growl and kick her hind legs in the air a bit.

"Yes I do wanna see it!" she cried. Jacob felt her thick tail excitedly thump again on the mattress. "Show me you being eager!"

An idea jumped in his thoughts, of him leaning forward and kissing her powerfully on the lips, but he shook it out his mind, not comfortable with expressing such an action to his dragon.

Trying to avoid the topic, Jacob instead pretended to be confused. "Are you sure? I can't think of anyone in the world that would want to see that.... Certainly not my dragon."

"Mrrf, that's not true! Come on, pleaaase?"

Jacob felt silly to be pretending in this way, but he tried his best to keep a straight face.

"Well... maybe I'll show you that sometime if you're really good," he said, causing Penelope to bite her lip and let out an anxious whine.

"Mrf," she growled. "Such a naughty human..." Despite trying to look unhappy, the beginnings of a grin was showing on her face.

Being called "human" made him flinch, but Jacob forced a chuckle. His right hand explored blindly, brushing across that spot between the dragon's legs, that spot that held a sensitive cleft in her belly scales. As he drew his fingers down the crevice, feeling the warmth from her scales, he felt Penelope's paw tighten around his girth in anticipation. Jacob was surprised at finding a bit of fluids that had accumulated just around her entrance: she was very wet already!

Penelope let out a quiet gasp as she felt two fingers press and slowly slip inside of her. She squeezed his cock tight and curled her toes in pleasure at this new sensation. Jacob felt her vent tighten up for a second, before relaxing and letting him in deeper.

"Jake..." Penelope looked up at her keeper, completely enthralled with the moment.

The pair said nothing for a while. The pace was slow, intimate. Jacob let out a sigh of pleasure as Penelope squeezed his cock with her paws, pumping the shaft up and down. Precum had begun to collect at his tip, wetting his dragon's claws. She felt him, massaging and squeezing eagerly, engrossed in playing with the manhood in her paw.

He withdrew the fingers in the dragon's scaled vent and replaced them with his other hand, finding the behind-the-back fingering a bit tiring. He felt cool air wash over his right fingers, the dampness of the dragon's fluids quickly evaporating on his skin. Penelope looked at him with wide eyes as she was slowly rubbed and massaged along her vent, panting softly in excitement. She was wearing a grin and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth. The expression forced a smile out of Jacob. He wiped his hand clean, brought it to Penelope's face and stroked across the scales on her cheek with his thumb.

"Penelope... You look so cute wearing that face."

Penelope let out a loud hum of satisfaction at his words. Jacob felt her wings leave his shoulders, and, with a grunt, the lavender-scaled dragon curled forward, pressing against the bed with her wings for leverage. Churring softly in her throat, she licked heatedly at Jacob's chin and neck, doting on his skin.

"Jake..." the dragon churred, nuzzling and nibbling at his clavicle. Jacob gasped.

Enthralled with the mood of the moment, Penelope lathed her tongue across her keeper's chest with a quiet growl, moving her snout lower, lapping across his stomach, his belly button, licking feverishly until she came to the tip of the cock that was securely nestled between her paws. She doted on his tip with fast licks, moving farther until she was able to wrap her jaws around him, doing so with a moan. Jacob gasped and jerked his hips upward, finding the sudden warmth and wetness of his dragon's maw almost too intense. Penelope giggled as she felt him throb in her mouth, and she reached out with her paws and held Jacob around the waist as she began to suckle. The taste of his pre sent a chill down her spine, and Jacob felt her reaction as her vent clenched around his fingers once more.

The pair continued like this for several minutes, pleasuring each other with tongue and hand. It was an awkward position, but both human and dragon did not mind much.

But after a while, Jacob blinked, getting a moment of odd self-awareness. Here he was, sitting on his dragon's stomach, nude. His dragon was curled in a ball and affectionately sucking on his cock with no intention of stopping anytime soon. His one hand that was behind him had its middle and ring fingers inserted deep inside her vent. He was fingering her, pressing in, massaging her walls and stroking along the insides. The muscular passage wrapped snugly around his fingers and squeezed them occasionally. The dragon's hips just behind his own were rocking slowly into his probing fingers, wanting them to explore more, go deeper, press harder...

...and despite him doing all of this with his dragon of all things, and not someone of his own kind, Jacob felt that he really didn't want to stop.

He rested his free hand on her head and whispered a word of shock. A month ago he wouldn't have imagined being okay with this situation or even being in the situation at all!

"Penelope," he whispered.

He grabbed her cheeks gently and made to pull her off of his cock, not being sure how long she would suck, but deciding that perhaps they should move on. However, the lavender-hued dragon let out a growl of displeasure and resisted, tightening her mouth around him, sucking greedily and causing Jacob to gasp.

"N-Nel," he stammered, finding it hard to speak with the sudden suction around his shaft. "I... don't you want me to... I thought you wanted to have sex normally this time..."

There was silence from the dragon as she continued to suck.

"I... I don't know if I'll have enough in me for two rounds..." he grunted.

Still nothing but the rhythmic massaging movement of her mouth and tongue.

"Cripes...." Jacob groaned and gave up, wrapping his hands around the dragon's head and holding on tight. Penelope giggled and used her tongue to hungrily rub and lick the underside of his cock. Though Penelope did indeed long for sex, after a few minutes of oral, the dragon found her arousal pushing her to continue, thoughts turned to the fun of pleasuring her keeper with mouth and tongue. She relished the excitement and intimacy of having such a virile organ between her jaws, and the anticipation of the big finish, of being able to taste and feel the rush of his climax.

Jacob didn't mind the oral sex too much, either... to say the least.

"Oh man," he gasped, shutting his eyes tight, feeling electrified from the intense stimulation. "Don't stop, Nel."

With every inch of his cock between her jaws, Penelope pushed in more and buried her nose in his crotch. The patch of hair down there was something the dragon had always found cute and a bit appealing, especially since she had nothing to compare with on her own body. She took in a deep breath of his masculine scent as the hair tickled her snout, her mind swimming with lust at the smell. Every so often she would pull back and focus on the head, letting out soft murmurs while lathing her tongue around the tip in circles while her tight jaws sustained a powerful suction. Her ministrations elicited an uncontrollable moan from Jacob's mouth, causing Penelope to giggle and continue. That tongue was like magic to him... he had no idea how this kind of treatment could feel so good!

Penelope shut her eyes tight and began bobbing her head aggressively, sinking the tip of her snout all the way to the base of his cock to savor his entire length. Warm dragon drool leaked down his balls and onto Penelope's stomach. Jacob's mind was reeling; the hot mouth around his cock providing too much suction and stimulation to hold back.

"Nel, I'm close..." he moaned.

His body tingled with energy, his body tensed up, his hips starting to move and rock into her mouth. Penelope felt it and gripped his hips firmly in excitement as she felt his cock stiffen in her mouth, growling in approval as she felt him release.

Jacob finished with a long moan, doubling over and gripping her head tightly. He heard his dragon let out a squeal and eagerly suckle as he began to spurt in her mouth: streams of hot, white fluid hitting the back of her tongue where Penelope tasted and savored it. His hips shuddered and jerked, moving without being told to and giving a few, wild thrusts into the warm mouth of his dragon as he emptied his load.

Jacob held on to her head for what seemed like too long. He panted hard, trying to catch his breath. Penelope was still giving his cock soft suckles long after he had become flaccid, letting out the occasional groan as she basked in his messy afterglow. Her snout was pressed against his stomach and 2 gray horns were firmly resting against his chest, the points almost threatening to poke his chin. Her tongue was still working him, lapping softly. Feeling her continue like this held a certain excitement for Jacob, and already he felt the stirrings of another erection. But after a few more minutes, he grasped her gently by the cheeks and lifted her head.

"Penelope..." he gasped.

Finally, the dragon came off of him, revealing a spattered, messy lip-line: a mixture of frothy semen and drool. Penelope licked his cock until it was clean, churring softly and pressing her head against his chest for a while before falling back on the bed with a plop, keen to relax her now aching back and wings. Jacob fell forward, propping himself up on her chest.

"Now look what you've done..." He panted, briskly rubbing her snout in affection. "I have to wait... to get hard again before we...."

"Mmm..." she murmured as she licked her lips clean of the spittle and savory male fluids. "Worth it."

Jacob laughed, constantly finding himself surprised and a bit pleased at his dragon's behavior when it came to sex. He briefly wondered if other dragons would be this fun and eager in the bedroom, or if it was just Penelope that was like this, but he shook the thought away, not feeling comfortable thinking about the subject...

Getting up with a groan, Jacob stretched out his aching and painful legs.

"Man, how are you so good at using your tongue like that..." he muttered, causing Penelope to giggle from the flattery.

Jacob sat down next to his dragon and, before he knew it, found his hand wandering up her tail, licentious fingers moving along the bumps between her sandy-yellow tail scales and reaching closer to between her legs.

"You're going to...?" Penelope looked up, both surprised and excited.

"Well, I was thinking... We gotta do something while I recuperate, right?"

The dragon barely had time to react before her keeper's fingers slid back in between her scaled slit lips, causing her to let out a sudden growl as pleasure filled her body. Jacob leaned over on hands and knees and pumped into Penelope's vent aggressively, pushing in all the way to the knuckles and going at a fast rythym.

"Jake! Ohhh..." The dragon cried out, abruptly reaching out with her forepaws and grabbing hold of her keeper tightly, as a small orgasm welled up inside of her. Penelope tensed up her entire body in both surprise and excitement and growled through it all. Seeing him take such initiative, to show such willingness to explore and touch her body was filling the dragon with lust.

Jacob put a steady hand on her scaled chest as he worked her vent. Penelope kept her azure eyes locked on Jacob, watching his every move. She began to wriggle her body a bit and whimper, slowly tightening her draconic vent around the fingers deep inside of her. After a moment, when she adjusted to the stimulation, Jacob finally saw her relax and let out a long churr of contentment. Penelope began to pant softly, murmuring to herself, feeling like the most special dragon in the world to be pleasured by her keeper. The copious build-up of fluids Penelope already had accumulated gave way to an audible schlicking noise, loud enough to hear over the dragon's pants and growls.

"Mm, Jake..." the dragon purred. "I just love it when you touch me down there..."

"And why is that?" he asked.

"I told you before...Mrf." Penelope paused and wriggled her body more, finding it hard to lie still under the steady rocking of Jacob's hand. "Your fingers reach places better than my claws. That and..." the dragon turned her eyes away a bit, looking not quite shy, but almost. "I like seeing you want to pleasure me. It's really hot," she cooed.

The words sunk into Jacob's mind a bit before he formed an opinion of them. And despite the inner worry over his dragon's feelings for him, he shrugged them off and outwardly smiled in return, trying to focus on the positive feelings instead.

"And what about this?" he asked.

Slowly, he trailed his free hand downwards, and used his thumb to part the topmost tip of her scaled slit, finding a firm little nub of sensitive flesh just inside. He flicked across the button-like clit and began to massage it with his thumb, running over it in circles.

"Ah!" Penelope gasped.

The lavender-scaled dragon curled her head forward and shut her eyes tight, groaning in a deep, draconic growl. That was definitely the spot! Jacob watched her intently; surprised in finding himself both amused and aroused to see her in the throes of pleasure. Penelope felt her body getting close, and she began to use her tail and hind legs to once again mindlessly rock her draconic hips into Jacob's hands. He sped up his actions, thumbing furiously at her clit as his other hand delivered steady penetration deep in the dragon's vent.

"Mrf," Penelope grunted, her eyes shut tight, legs tensing up.

Jacob felt her body begin to rise just a bit, and he realized Penelope was starting to hump into his fingers, using her hind legs and tail to undulate her hips upward in circular motions. Grinning at that, he pushed in deeper, sinking into the knuckle and rocking his hand against her slit lips. Penelope to let out a growl of approval as she felt her depths parted and stroked by her keeper's digits. Feeling him inside, along with that constant, delectable pressure on her clit was an absolute thrill. The dragon was quickly gaining, she was close, and she could feel her insides began to get that sensation of being filled, of that tingling sensation that quickly spread and became more intense.

"Oo... don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" she cried.

Penelope growled and her wings began to flutter a bit as her first full orgasm washed over her. She kicked in the air and thrashed as intense pleasure overwhelmed the dragon, surprising Jacob as her vent began to spasm and contract wildly around his fingers. The only thing in Penelope's mind was the intensity of it all, the rush of indescribable feelings, the electrified touch that left her frenzied mind just wanting it to never end. The force of it all sent a bit of her fluids squirting out onto his palm. He ducked as Penelope's wings fluttered and stretched out into the air, threatening to smack him in the face.

And when it was all over, the dragon's entire body relaxed at once, leaving Penelope panting hard, her chest rising and falling quickly. Jacob removed his hands from his dragon's slit and began to stroke himself slowly, feeling his erection had been gaining the entire time. His wet fingers smeared the dragon's fluids over his shaft.

"Jake..." Penelope cooed to him.

There was a cool touch of scales sliding across his back, and Jacob found the dragon's tail caressing his skin, sliding up and down between his shoulder blades.

"That was a good warm up. Mm."

Her tail slid under his arm and the tip curled against his chest. Smiling, he took her tail in hand, and, after pausing in hesitation, he shrugged off the anxiety, brought the tip to his lips and gave it a kiss for her to see. Seeing the dragon let out a gasp of joy made the whole thing seem worth it.

Jacob sat there, feeling unsure if it was the right thing to do to encourage the dragon in this way. The occasional mindless romp was one thing, but he couldn't help but feel that what they were doing together wasn't just about sex anymore. Wasn't he just telling himself last night that he wanted to find Penelope another dragon to let her explore these feelings properly?

The tail tightened around his chest for a moment, grabbing his attention back to the present. "Come here," Penelope whispered.

TO BE CONTINUED

(and if you're impatient, that continuation is here: http://www.sofurry.com/view/496290 )

Post story notes:

~Yeah I totally just stopped in the middle of a porn scene because I am a total asshole. Or maybe it's because I know if I don't include porn in the next chapter I'll lose a big portion of my readers. Actually, it's definitely because of that.

~Also, The Persistent Dragon is written on a commission basis. The deal is for a 10,000 word chapter with a sex scene, and these two requirements often lend themselves to some very frustrating pacing and plot progression issues.

~So in this chapter... Well, I really gotta apologize... I said shit would go down in this chapter, but it didn't, because porn and word limits. I had to cut out the "shit goes down" part and move it to next chapter. This is why I never get any progress on my stories. >_> Damn porn. Why you gotta be like that? Always taking up space in my stories and stuff... sheesh. Oh wait, porn is the entire damn reason I wrote this story in the first place. Oops.

~I tried something new this time and put up a public proofreading opportunity. I got more people than expected! I'd like to thank everyone who volunteered to proofread this and part of the next chapter, especially Wolvinedragon, Nylarx K'vorak (my gosh that's a weird name), Fubar de Lizzy, SigmaWeapon, and Skywise. You guys all helped me out a ton, and I really appreciate it! And to the other 50 or so viewers who took the opportunity to nab a sneak peak at the story without actually ever proofreading a damn thing.... Well, fuck you. :)

~Funnily enough, I still found errors after the mass proofreading, and also after proofreading it myself. LOL.

~HAY GUISE WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THAT SCENE WHERE PENELOPE TOTALLY GOT SHOT IN THE FACE? AWESOME SCENE, HUH? :V Not gonna lie, I hope I caused a minor freak-out or two. Why? Because trollface.jpg.

~When is the next chapter? Um..... >_> I'll have it up later today, hopefully. I am still waiting on a proofreader to finish looking through the new parts.

~Steampunk flight googles Penelope is best Penelope.