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Even though I did my best to fight it, I felt myself slowly wake up. I didn't really have much of a choice – my girlfriend for the past month or so was up, and as eager to share the morning with me as always, as evidenced by her strokes, pokes and caresses. The bedroom, in fact the whole house (her place, that is) basically had glass walls, and the auto-tint system was programed to let through all light at dawn and sunset. And during springtime in Port-au-Prince there was a lot of it. A sleeping mask would stop the sun from waking me up just after the crack of dawn, but it wouldn't stop Aiya.

I don't suppose she could help being a morning person, given her metabolism. In fact, she couldn't understand why I wasn't. For her it was a simple matter – the Sun rose, began to warm the air in the room as well as her body (one of the reasons why she slept in the nude) until she built up enough energy to wake up. About one minute spent basking in the tropical rays later and she was wide awake and ready to jump out of bed. I couldn't explain to her that things worked differently for us warm-bloods, that it took time for our bodies to build up heat and get up and running.

You've probably realized by now that I'm in an inter-species relationship. Looking at Aiya, you might be forgiven for mistaking her for a reptile. She was covered in scales in various shades of blue, from her clawed digitigrade feet to the tips of the little horn-like protrusions crowning her head. The same head had slitted violet eyes and a long, delicate muzzle, and combined with the sinuous tail she was sporting her body did seem reptilian until one's eyes focused on her chest and stopped, as mine did now, to admire a pair of magnificent breasts, the tiny scales covering them an iridescent shade of aquamarine. Covering, that is, except a pair of delicate dark-blue nipples pointing slightly up as they rested on those perfect teardrops. It was those attributes, as well as the fact that they gave live birth, that got them classified as mammals.

“Well, looks like that got your eyes open." She teased, noticing that I had once again gotten mesmerized by the sight of her rack glittering in the golden dawn. “Now show your dragoness the proper veneration!" she said before grabbing the back of my head and burying my face in her cleavage.

Now, I need to stop to explain something. And I don't mean why I'm being suffocated by a pair of scaled tits and loving every second of it. I mean the 'dragoness' thing. Shortly after First Contact, once the preliminary diplomatic negotiations were over, there was a massive sharing of… well, pretty much anything that wasn't restricted information. Both sides threw themselves into exploring every aspect of each other's culture, but when it came to what human's had to offer, Aiya's people had a definite favorite – dragons.

They went nuts, devouring all material on the subject: mythology, literature, artwork, digital entertainment, it didn't matter as long as it was in any way connected with dragons. What at first seemed like an infatuation with a relatable image never died down as many expected it to. Instead, the alien concept took root, to the point that the Eridani (the correct term for the race originating on Eris V) adopted the irregular noun draco as the new unofficial name for their species. Seems a bit odd, but then again I've never referred to myself as a terran outside of a form.

So the love affair continues - anything made on Earth featuring dragons had a guaranteed audience, while the Eridani had a booming industry of their own – the design, manufacture and sale of fake dragonwings, an essential fashion accessory in a post-contact world. Aiya wasn't too crazy about the wings, having only a few pairs of the basic, non-animatronic kind, but was very much into fantasy literature, comics and video games, which meant that some roleplaying made it's way into our bedroom.

Actually, quite a lot. A common scenario would include yours truly, a knight errant sent to rescue the princess from the clutches of an evil dragoness. Since I was a visual artist I had a pretty decent holo-projector and we'd actually have a 'princess' of the not-overdressed / heaving-bosom variety chained to a wall. The premise is that the hero soon discovers the dragon's magic has made it impervious to weapons, and his only choice is to exhaust the beast and rescue the princess while the sated drake slumbers. At other times, the handsome prince would be kidnaped, and since no valiant princess shows up to rescue him, he is doomed to become the voracious dragoness' brood-slave.

When she was feeling impatient, like right now, the role-play tended to boil down to 'I yam dragon!' followed by a quick romp. She let go of my head, letting me plop back down on the pillow before swinging one long leg over me and straddling my crotch. My interment in her cleavage definitely didn't help with my morning wood and soon my shaft was rubbing against the tiny, smooth scales of her moist slit. Aiya arched her back, thrusting her glorious rack in my face before sliding back, swallowing me in one practiced stroke and sheathing my cock in her velvety, although not warm, cunny.

There are a few things you need to get used to when in a relationship with a cold-blooded partner, and that's the lack of a near-constant internal temperature. A lot of the time that meant you'll be penetrating or getting penetrated by someone who's insides are a bit cool. However, that is not always the case. Like if you and your lover are spending the day on a secluded beach in nothing but your birthday suits and you fall asleep under a parasol only to be awakened by your partner, who'd spent hours basking in the mid-day sun. When you are suddenly straddled by a heat-hyped draco who is by now literally smoking hot and your shaft is swallowed up by a steamy pussy, you realize how misleading the term 'cold-blooded' can be. Another difference is that snuggling up with your significant other won't help them drift off to slumber. On the contrary, we humans produce enough heat to get a draco quite frisky, even if they're already asleep.

Still, once you got used to it, the temperature didn't really matter. In fact, I could already feel my azure dragoness heating up, in more ways than one, as she writhed on top of me, her hard nipples brushing against my face as she slid back and forth. Unfortunately, something else had gotten hard and was rubbing across my abdomen with every stroke.

I guess I forgot to mention my girl had a little something extra down there, probably since I don't like to think about it. It's something I learned the first night we got together, namely that the majority of draco are hermaphrodites. It came as quite a shock, since Aiya is jaw-droppingly feminine, and both parts were tucked away in the same slit. She was surprised at my ignorance, but in my defense there are very few draco on Earth. In all honestly, the part of the galaxy where the Sol system is situated is considered to be the boondocks, and most of mankind lived on the booming colonies bordering draco space, where populations were a lot more mixed, and something like this would be considered common knowledge.

The first time I saw her other half, so to speak I kinda freaked out. Her shaft wasn't much bigger than mine – maybe two inches over my six, a bit slimmer with a pointed head and ridges running along its inky-blue length, but definitely alien looking and quite unexpected. The whole thing could have ended right then and there, but she apparently found my panic attack adorable, and said it's perfectly fine if I didn't want to have anything to do with that part of her. She then got on all fours, her tail up, butt thrust out and her member hidden away between her legs. Well, the sight rallied me and after a night of amazing sex I figured the relationship could work in spite of her 'optional extra'.

So most of the time I made love to her from behind, so that I wouldn't be intimidated by her equipment (out of sight – out of mind), although in the evening we tended to get more intimate, since she'd often spend the day 'taking care' of her masculine equipment so that it was too exhausted to make an appearance. However, I wasn't the only one with a case of morning wood.

“Oops, looks like we've got an uninvited guest again." She teased as her hardening shaft pressed against my abs. Still, she didn't want her erection to scare mine away before she was done with it, so she slipped of my cock and turned around and mounted me once again, this time sitting on my shaft with her back turned towards me. She looked back at me coyly (one of the advantages of a very long, flexible neck) and arched her back, thrusting out her shapely ass as she ground her crotch against mine. After a bit of teasing she started to slowly bounce up and down on my length, and as amazing as the view was, I knew I was missing out on the sight of those perfect breasts bouncing along with her. Damn, I'll have to find a way to get over the fact that she has a cock, I'm missing out on too much. Whines the guy who's got a frisky dragoness bouncing in his lap…

I put my hands on her hips, mostly just for the sake of physical contact. With her scales soaking up the morning rays and my shaft warming her from the inside she had plenty of energy, and didn't really need me to guide her up and down. Pretty soon I was holding on for dear life as she gave both the mattress and my hips a beating, plunging down with an audible smack, her pussy drooling around me and her long tail swirling like crazy just above my face.

I knew I couldn't take much more of this, but fortunately Aiya could take even less. Her moans increased in pitch and volume until she slammed down one final time, grinding her slit against my crotch as she came. The spasms of her love tunnel pushed me over the edge and I bucked up into my lover as I shot my load as deep as it would go. Another good thing about an inter-species relationship: all sex was safe sex, since I couldn't knock her up and our body chemistry was different enough that we couldn't catch anything from each other. Well, almost safe. You still had to watch out for that tail, since it was a whip made of muscle, sinew and vertebrae and it tended to lash about when it's owner was near their peak.

Without a warning Aiya plopped backwards, briefly knocking the wind out of me as she lay back to catch her breath. I took the opportunity to give her tits a quick grope, admiring as I always did the sensation of her pebbly scales under my fingertips as they traced the curves of those full, ripe globes. I felt like I barely started when Aiya gave me a peck on the cheek and almost jumped off me, my softened cock making a plopping sound as it slipped out of her. For a draco, snuggling with a human had the same effect as a shot of espresso.

“I'm gonna take a quick shower and get rid of this…" she said, pointing at her still erect cock “… and after that I'm gonna make you some Drink."

The thought of that perked me up, and after she slipped into the bathroom I got my ass out of bed. The Drink, as she called it, was the best thing I ever tasted, and I was lucky enough to have a dragon-babe who made it for me at least once a day. Aiya had explained to me after the first time I'd tasted it that it was a special concoction a draco made for a person they were intimate with. Everyone made it a little differently and it was always a closely guarded secret, so much so that I wasn't allowed near the kitchen while she was making it.

I respected her wishes, but I'd tried to work out what it was in my head. It was a type of smoothie, since I would always hear a blender working, and was thick like one, a sort of milky-orange color. There was fruit in it, some of the local tropical produce that I couldn't precisely identify but I was sure about mango, partly due to the color. I was also certain it contained dairy, or maybe an egg, because it was rich and quite filling. There were some spicy, floral notes and under all that a pleasant hint of bitterness, reminiscent of coffee or cacao. My bet was coffee since it was quite a good stimulant, apart from being delicious and nutritious. Aiya liked to joke that if I liked it I better keep her around, since no other draco could ever make that exact Drink. So, yeah, if I ever get tired of being with a bright, super-sexy dragon girl from beyond the stars, I'll still be shackled to her by my addiction to her tasty beverage. Oh, woe is me!

We sat on her palm-shaded patio, enjoying the still cool morning air before the tropical heat forced us (well, mainly me) to seek the comfort of air-conditioning. I'd thrown on some trunks and Aiya had slipped on a bikini and a sarong, her preferred casual outfit both for around the house and outside, although when at home she never bothered with the bikini bottoms.

“Are we still on for tonight?" she asked, taking another sip of her coffee while I savored my cool glass of Drink.

“Uhm, care to refresh my memory?"

“That semi-formal affair at the French embassy? C'mon, you know I hate going to these things alone…" she whined playfully. I wasn't sure why it'd be such a hardship since she knew almost everyone who's gonna be there. Or anywhere worth being in the Caribbean, for that matter. She was officially a freelance correspondent for various off-world media, but since there are so few draco on Earth she ended up being invited to everything – fancy do's, premieres, gallery openings etc. and seemed to love dragging my somewhat reclusive self along. Well, I couldn't begrudge her some arm candy, and the French embassy affairs generally meant good music and great food.

“That depends. Are you going to be on your best behavior?" I asked. I didn't really mind going, but I wanted some assurances.

“Maaybeee…" she said, smiling coyly even as I felt the tip of her tail slide up my left leg “… but you're gonna have to help me work out any inappropriate urges before tonight..."

Well, I could live with that.

*******

Three months later…

God, I hate long meetings! It seems every time a client gets it in his head to come over here to meet face to face he has to take twice as long to justify the expense. Generally, if somebody wants to nip of to the Caribbean on the company dime it doesn't bother me, as long as I don't have to go over everything twice. Still, the moment I got home I felt my irritation melt away. Well, it was Aiya's home, but I'd moved in about two months ago. She always seemed to be in an infectious good mood, and it was a great thing to come home to. It was still daylight outside, and the tinted windows and glass doors had been adjusted to let only a dim glow in, which coupled with the soft music meant my girlfriend had a fun afternoon planned.

She was also nowhere in sight, which made me a little weary. Every once in a while she would get into a 'strike from the skies' mood which meant hiding somewhere and pouncing on me when I least expected. I was instead pleasantly surprised when I saw a thermos on the kitchen counter. A quick sniff reassured me as to its contents and I downed the whole thing in almost one go, pausing only to breathe. Aiya's concoction worked its usual magic, washing away all traces of irritation and fatigue, and only when I finished the whole thing did it occur to me that it might be a trap, of the 'free birdseed' variety.

It appeared, however, that the lurking dragoness had other plans, which became evident once I entered the bedroom. I did a quick security sweep – the curtains weren't suspiciously bulging, there was no tail peeking out from under the bed, or muffled giggling coming from the closet. But the manacles resting on the bed told me she wasn't far. They were some sort of fancy plastic, but made to look like big, heavy wrought-iron restraints. Attached to them was a small note with a series of crude drawings. Apparently, a pair of hands plus manacles equaled a happy kitty face with hearts all around it.

It seemed that I ended up wearing the things more and more often, although she still sometimes got in a mood to role-play a captured dragoness, made to answer for her fiendish crimes. Silly as it was, the whole fantasy-role-play stuff really seemed to turn her on, so I didn't mind playing along. I got naked and slipped the things on, the two shackles clicking as they locked around my wrists, a length of plastic chain dangling between them. I checked myself out in the wall mirror, smirking slightly as I admired the sight of myself wearing nothing but my 'irons'.

I'd always been handsome enough and with a decent body (I didn't really work out, but it's hard to get fat when you're living on a tropical beach) but in the past couple of months I'd actually spent some time working on my physique. After I'd moved in, Aiya started trying to get me hooked on her little fantasy obsession, showing me various comics, movies and cartoons, most of which were inappropriate for minors and possibly some adults. I soon noticed she had a definite thing for elves, to the point that she would practically swoon at the sight of the graceful, lithe, and often underdressed pointy-eared warriors.

With those less than subtle hints in mind, I'd taken a close look at myself. My face was always clean-shaven and since I was still in my early twenties it still had a boyish-bordering-on-androgynous look. Below the neck I had a lightly-muscled build and was certain I could get myself in shape if I put some effort into it. So after two months of watching what I eat, morning swims and some aerobics I'd managed to slim down and tone up. My stomach was hard and flat and my waist had even narrowed to the point that I looked like I had hips, which was a bit weird, but definitely not unattractive. I shaved all of my body hair to complete the look and while I do like the results, I'm kinda surprised it hasn't grown back yet. But, I'd never shaved it before, so I didn't really know how long it's supposed to take. I'd also let my hair grow out down to my shoulders, since I drew the line at fake ears. I figured if they were hidden under my hair anyway, Aiya could always pretend they were pointy.

Just then the windows turned entirely opaque and the light-pads on the ceiling and walls slowly came to life, filling the room with an ominous crimson glow and giving me my cue. I sat on the bed, noting the special bed sheet with the gold-and-gems print (and conveniently stain resistant) and braced myself for what I knew was coming next. A moment later the door slid open and my dragoness stood framed the bright light of the hallway.

“Who is it that dares intrude upon my lair!?" spoke the dragoness-shaped silhouette, and I did my best to keep a straight face. To her credit, Aiya did always put a lot of effort into these little sessions, and while it was fun, her dialogue was always cheesy, over-the top fantasy stuff.

“Ahh, an offering from the nearby village. Something to sate my rapacious hunger, no doubt…" she said, sauntering in with a swing of her hips and a swish of her tail. Once she stepped into the light and the door slid closed behind her, all thoughts of laughter left my mind as sure as my blood left my brain.

She'd worn her usual wings for this occasion – a fairly realistic looking pair that matched the color of her scales. The material was light but very durable and the fake appendages stretched out whenever she walked forward and air filled them. They were secured to her back by a sort of cupless bra, the straps going over her shoulders and around her chests, with two tear-drop shaped outlines that perfectly framed her lush breasts. It was some sort of rubbery material that clung to her scales and was made to resemble studded bands of burnished steel.

As she stood there looking down at me with a wicked yet coy smile on her muzzle, the red light changing the color of her scales from blue to purple, she really was the very image of sinister sexiness. Despite her cheesy lines she knew how to make an entrance, and taking in the sight of her in full character I was stunned into silence, the cliché mortal paralyzed by a dragon's gaze.

“Be not afraid, little morsel…" she spoke, hamming it up as she slowly approached the bed “… for if you satisfy an altogether different appetite, I will look elsewhere for my dinner." Aiya finished, licking her long muzzle for effect. As she slowly climbed in I did my part, pretending to cringe and inch my way back toward the headboard, although I wasn't actually intimidated, not even when I spotted her appendage already peeking out of her slit.

In the months we'd spent together I'd managed to get over my insecurity regarding the 'little extra bit' between her legs. I still feel bad whenever I remember how I acted during our first month or so together, literally forcing her to hide a part of her just so some irrational part of me wouldn't be repulsed. And during all that time she never complained, never looked hurt or insulted when I would ask her to turn around so that her cock was out of sight.

It happened one time while we were in bed. She had jumped me one morning, as she tends to do, but I had decided to turn the tables on her, wrapping her in my arms while she rode me and rolling over. We kissed as I pumped between her legs, and I remember her running her hands over my back, feeling her nipples harden as her breasts pressed against my chest. However, they weren't the only thing that hardened and I soon felt her pointed head start to slide from her well-stuffed slit. She broke the kiss, looking a little embarrassed and getting ready to roll over.

Maybe it was a little bit of guilt, knowing that my insecurity was the reason she was feeling embarrassed. Or maybe it was the kiss, or the look she had on her face before it, but something made me press my lips to her muzzle and just keep going. She apparently took the hint and warped her arms and legs around me, holding me close as I kept up my pace even as her shaft hardened. It was some of the best sex we'd ever had – she came first, with both her pussy and her cock (apparently an uncommon, but very welcome occurrence among draco) and after feeling her slit spasm and her shaft spurt between us I soon followed. After we were done we just stayed like that, laying in each other's arms, cuddling and enjoying the afterglow. We've since learned to make the cuddling a bit shorter, so that her spunk doesn't have time to dry and glue us to each other. And that was before I shaved my chest and abs!

So as a consequence, as my dragoness climbed into the bed and did her best to loom over me my fear was entirely an act in spite of the length emerging from between her legs. Now on all fours on the mattress she started giving my body little kisses, licks and nips, starting from my thighs and moving upward. She made sure to hit all the spots she knew I was ticklish at, my squirming giving the illusion that I was in fact cringing in fear. By the time she reached my face I was panting as I looked up at her. She did look impressive like that, standing over me on her hands and knees, her wings stretched out behind her with mischief dancing behind those violet eyes. Her kiss was also in character as she pressed her muzzle to my lips, her tongue slipping inside my mouth as my dragoness claimed her offering.

“A sweet little morsel." she said as she broke the kiss and let me catch my breath “Now turn around, so I may inspect thy nether-regions!" she said as she straightened and crossed her arms under her chest in an air of commanding impatience. I might have laughed or cringed at the way she was hamming it up, but the sight of her with her knees on either side of my hips, her full breasts resting on her crossed arms as she looked down on me more than made up for the cheesy dialogue.

So, staying in my character of apprehensive love-slave to a sinister dragoness, I rolled over while still under her, stretching out my manacled hands in front of me. It wasn't the first time she had a hankering for my nether-regions, and I braced myself for some more tickles, a few playful scratches down my back and numerous pinches and nibbles of my pert butt. Her small claws started at my shoulders, tracing down slowly with just enough pressure to leave little lines. I squirmed as she moved her hands along my sides and breathed a sigh of relief as they settled on my most nether of regions. Instead of the expected pinches and light slaps she instead began to grope and fondle my cheeks.

“Hmm, a pliant elven maiden, I see…" Aiya said as she spread my cheeks and I got a little confused as to where she was going with this. The answer was apparently 'in' at least with one mercifully lubed finger. I gasped as she slipped the digit inside me, probing around with some expertize. She had fingered me every now and again from the past month or so, but it had always been a lot later in the game, so to speak. She had also never referred to me as a 'maiden' before.

“Now relax, elfling “ she said as she withdrew her finger from my now slippery ass “while I claim you as my concubine!" the second line was particularly sinister because it was accompanied by a very novel prodding at my slightly loosened opening.

“Uh, Aiya, is that what I think it is?" I asked, trying to turn enough to look behind me. Sure enough, she was now supporting herself on her arms, and her crotch was pressed against my rear.

“C'mon, pleeeasee?" she almost whined, making a seamless switch from dragoness to puppy-dog “You like it when I put my finger in there…"

“And how big would you say your finger is?" I asked, trying to hold on to my maidenhood.

“Pretty please?" she asked, lowering herself to her elbows so that her breasts were now pressing snugly against my back, while something else entirely pressed against my rear “I'll go slow and we'll stop if you don't like it, but it would mean so much to me if you tried…".

My cheeks burned as I tried to find some excuse, even though I knew I would end up going along with it. Aiya and I had gotten really close during the past months, and I have to honestly say she's never done anything to me in bed that I didn't wind up enjoying. She'd even let me have her blue butt on a number of occasions, so I guessed it would be kinda of selfish of me not to.

“Well… you promise you will be very, very gentle?"

“Cross my heart and hope to die! Sooo…?" she trailed off and I felt her tip give a few questioning pokes.

Letting out a shuddering sigh, I thrust my butt out and did my best to relax. Fortunately for me her tip was tapered and she was staying true to her word, making happy little sounds as she very slowly pried me open. It felt… weird, but so far I wasn't in any pain, her cock making slow and steady progress and squirting pre inside me as it did. Although I'd felt her finger in there before, the sensation of being filled with something wet was new, and my face turned red as I realized she would be cumming inside me.

“Ahh! So far so good…" she said, gasping as her head slipped all the way inside me “How does that feel?"

“Kinda weird, but I'm OK. You… you can keep going." I said, stammering a bit as I realized I was asking my girlfriend to push more of her cock into me.

“Oh good, cause this isn't even the good part!" she said, once again applying a gentle pressure and feeding more of her organ into my waiting ass. I was puzzled about what she meant by 'good part', but then I felt the first of her ridges slip past my pucker. There were about dozen of them along her length, soft yet firm things that faced back a bit. I have to admit, they felt pretty nice as they slipped past my opening, but not as nice as the sensation of her tip nudging against my prostate.

Aiya had gotten pretty good at pushing my button, so to speak, and even though I knew how good her finger could feel back there I still let out a surprised gasp as the twitching, pulsing organ inside me pressed against that sensitive spot. I was biting my lip to stop myself from making some definitely un-masculine sounds as the ridged shaft slowly claimed my ass. I could tell she was enjoying herself by the cute grunts she was making as she pushed steadily in until I felt her flat abs against my cheeks and she just held herself there.

“Oooh, I love what you're doing, don't stop!" she crooned out, grinding lightly into me and nuzzling my neck.

“I'm not *huff* doing anything…" I replied, taking the opportunity to take some deep breaths as I adjusted to having her entire organ inside me.

“Mmh, then you're a natural! Feels like your butt's trying to milk me…"

“Wait, am I… is this your first time?"

“Well sorta. I'd gotten my dick wet before, but I've never been able to talk anyone into letting me stick it in here…"

She craned that long serpentine neck and brought her face next to mine, giving me a deep kiss to show me how much this meant to her. I melted into the kiss as she ground her body against mine, sending a shiver down my back as I felt two stiff nipples rub against my back, as well as thousands of tiny pebbly scales. We spent some time tongue wrestling (not a fair contest since hers is twice as long as mine) before she gave a little buck into me, smiling as she broke the kiss.

“Now, my slutty little elf, it's time to take the dragon's seed." She husked in a sinister tone as she began to slide her shaft slowly out of me. This time the ridges felt even more distinct as they rubbed my opening on their way out and I couldn't stop myself from letting out a shaky moan, my pucker seeming to grip the cock leaving my ass. She only pulled out about a third of the way out, before giving another sharp thrust and sheathing the whole thing inside me again. She settled into a comfortable rhythm, pulling out gently only to give me a rough, but not painful, stab as she plunged back in.

I had managed to loosen up, so to speak, and found I was actually enjoying having my girlfriend's cock sawing in and out of my ass. The sensation was a lot more comfortable once I learned to relax, but I quickly found out that if I clenched at just the right moment I could get it to rub a really sensitive spot. It seemed to feel a little better for Aiya whenever I did, since she would let out a little girly growl, once again assuming the role of a dragoness fucking an offering into submission.

Somewhere between those little noises I missed her giving a command in Eridani, making the glass wall to the side of us turn reflective. She'd done that before, usually when she was the one taking it from behind, and until now I had never bothered with looking at the mirrored wall, since I always had a better view right in front of me. Now, I'm not really vain, but I couldn't believe how hot we looked at that moment. I took in the sight of my scaly lover, her large breasts flattened against my back, her tail swinging in the air as her ass bunched up every time she drove her cock into me. Her movements were making her wings billow and rise so they didn't obstruct the view, but really added to the dragoness effect.

It also amazed me how feminine I looked. Pressed against the mattress you couldn't make out that I had a cock and had no breasts, and with my shaved, shapely body and long hair I guess I did really look like a girl. Although maybe it was the slick shaft going in and out of me that completed the illusion. Aiya was now really working my ass over, although the sounds leaving her throat were just as feminine as the ones she made when taking me.

“F-fuck me…" the words were quite possibly driven out of me by the pounding I was receiving, but once they were out, I had no regrets.

“What was that?" she asked, and I could hear her smirking behind me.

“Please fuck me!" I cried out, slamming my head into the mattress after I did to try and hide my blushing face.

It also served to partially muffle a surprisingly girlish scream as my dragoness proceeded to do just that. She braced her arms and started bucking into my ass in fast, short strokes. Slapping sounds filled the room as scales met skin, her humping making us both bounce up and down on the tortured mattress. My eyes were unfocused and my mouth hung open, letting out one long, shaky moan as my girlfriend literally fucked my brains out. Her ridged cock was pistoning in and out of my ass, pounding my prostate with every stroke. What's more I could feel my own shaft, leaking pre as the rutting my ass was receiving made it rub against the sheets. I was on the edge, trapped in a blissful limbo, needing only a little push to send me over. When Aiya started nuzzling my neck, it proved to be more than I could take. I panted as my cock started to spray cum, my ass clenching around the shaft reaming it as pulse after hot pulse spurted against my abs.

“Ha! Told *grunt* ya!" my scaly sodomizer gloated moments before I felt her rod swell and stiffen even further, seconds before the first rope shot deep into my twitching ass. Even though her testicles were tucked away somewhere inside her body, I knew for a fact they were quite productive. Even so, this was the first time they were unloading inside me, and as spurt after spurt erupted into my body I wondered just how much there could be.

After a while I felt the gushing rod die down, having dumped so much dragoness cum inside me that some was even now trickling down my smooth sack. As the ridged cock softened, so did Aiya's mood, the recently fierce dragoness snuggling up to me for a little post-coital cuddle. I certainly didn't mind, since I was sure I'd need to wait a few minutes before trying to stand up…

*******

Two months later…

Things had been going great with me and Aiya. I can't believe it's only been a little more than half a year since we got together. Apart from it being true that time flies when you're having fun, we both knew this was more than just a hot, steamy affair and that we were genuinely, head-over-heels in love with each other, a fact that has been remarked on by our mutual friends.

So it stands to reason that something shitty had to happen. I guess I was lucky it seemed to be just some sort of pain-in-the-ass flu. One morning I woke up with a fever, nausea, and my body aching as if I'd spent the whole night sleeping on concrete. How this happened I had no idea, since the day before I felt healthier than I had in ages. I had kept up my exercise routine and I never looked or felt better. I suppose it was strange that I seemed to have lost virtually all of my body hair as well as my beard, but my hair had grown long and thick so I kinda figured it had moved up. I was also eating right, working out regularly and getting tons of… endorphins… so getting sick was the last thing I expected.

Still, Aiya had instinctively assumed the role of my nurse (even though she lacked the costume) so at least I had a gorgeous dragoness doting over me and seeing to my every need. She remained confident and positive, and somehow that was enough for me, to the point that I never even considered seeing a doctor. Whatever bug I was fighting wouldn't let me enjoy my dragon-nurse, the fever holding high and steady so that I spent a lot of the time asleep or in a groggy, half-delirious state.

My stomach was also being an asshole, not letting anything I forced down stay down. Well, almost anything. Aiya's drink still tasted great, and seemed to be the only thing my body would accept, to the point that I was practically living off of it. I stayed like that for days, drifting in and out of sweaty, feverish sleep, waking partly up only to have some Drink and go to the bathroom, giving Aiya a chance to change my sheets.

I was in an almost zombie-like state and lost all track of time. I remember a couple of times Aiya had led me to the bathroom and washed me under a warm shower while I used all of my dwindling strength to hold on to the rail. One morning (Aiya later told me it was the sixth one since I had gotten ill), however I woke up and felt… good. So good that I might have thought that the whole illness was just a bad dream, except for the sheen of cold sweat covering me, a sure sign that a fever had broken.

“Feelin' better, sweetie?" my dragoness asked, lying in bed next to me buck naked and soaking up the morning sun. Her voice was tender, but without concern, and fortunately for me seemed to be lacking that distinct gonna-jump-your-bones tone that she tended to have in the morning. After all, she hadn't had any in about five days, so I needed to be sure I had my strength back before tackling that. Although I had a feeling it wouldn't be long, since the sight of her reclining in the nude, her scales glittering in the Caribbean dawn was definitely getting me in the mood. I didn't feel my usual morning wood between my legs but that was OK. Only one of us needed to get it up, anyway.

“I feel great, actually." I said stretching a bit and noting with satisfaction that the bone-deep ache that was pestering me was gone.

“Good, because we need to have a little talk." she continued, her voice sounding hopeful and anxious “Do you remember when I told you how things work with us hermaphrodite draco?"

“Yeah." I replied, puzzled by the sudden exobiology quiz “You said that when two herms are together one will assume the male role. After repeatedly being exposed to semen, the other's body will react and jump-start the female half of the reproductive tract." I finished.

I was still confused, but not the least bit worried. In fact, looking at Aiya I felt strangely reassured, feeling like nothing could go wrong as long as she was near me. I supposed I was seeing her in a new light after she had helped nurse me back to health. I guess it must have shown in my face, because when Aiya continued she did so in a less anxious voice.

“Yes. Well, sometime after Contact there was a lot of… mixing… between humans and draco, and we learned that our semen has an effect on you as well…"

“Well sure, but there aren't really all that many human herms out there…"

“Weelllll… it works a little differently on you, especially human males. It takes prolonged exposure, and it kinda makes little changes to your body over time until it reaches a sort of critical point. Then it knocks you flat on your back for about a week while it makes the big changes."

“What do you mean?" I asked, raising up an arm and noting it seemed perfectly normal. Well, a bit slimmer, but I must have lost a bit of weight in my sickbed.

She didn't say anything and just grabbed the edge of my sheet and began to slowly pull it down. So far so plain I thought, as I looked at the expanse of smooth human skin being slowly revealed. As the sheet slid past my chest I wondered for a second if my nipples had always been that big. As the sheet went further down I noticed my waist had shrunk even further, so much so that I now really looked like I had girly hips. The fabric went past my crotch. I looked down. Nothing looked back.

I scooted back a bit, resting my back on the pillow as I tried to get a better look. I still saw nothing below a small sparse tuft of pubic hair, so I reached down. Nothing! Well, not nothing, I corrected myself as my fingers slid along what I strongly suspected to be my new labia. Aiya spoke a command and the wall next to me turned into a mirror.

As if in a trance I got up and regarded the new me in the silvery surface. Now I realized what Aiya had meant by 'big' change. Now that they weren't flattened against my chest by gravity, I could see that I had a pair of perky B-cup breasts, complete with little girly nipples. My waist had gotten slimmer, but my hips had definitely grown, making my figure unmistakably feminine.

I turned this way and that, my eyes still glued to the mirror and the image it showed. The dragoness behind me relaxed a little after seeing the expression on my face. This wasn't a 'What have you done to me? I'm a monster!' look. In fact I was getting noticeably aroused watching myself! Even my face had changed, the bone structure now more delicate, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin, a slightly smaller nose and much fuller lips.

Still, I couldn't see the part I was most curious about while standing, so I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my shapely legs. I felt my face turn red as the slut in the mirror shamelessly flashed me her crotch. I was amazed by how calm I felt. I felt like I should be freaking out at least to some extent, but instead all I felt was curiosity. Well, that and a little hornyness, since my brain apparently still found the image of two naked babes in bed incredibly appealing.

My hand instinctively went to the smooth slit nestled between my legs, parting the lips gently and showing my brand new pink folds and what looked like a very snug little love-tunnel. By now Aiya had made her way across the bed and sat down behind me, her arms going around my slim waist as she began to kiss and nuzzle my neck. Her presence felt more welcome, more right than ever and I found myself leaning back into her embrace, feeling her lush boobs press into my back.

“But, I thought it took daily… doses… for something like this to happen, and I only took you about half a dozen times…" I said, although my mind was getting a bit cloudy as my breathing sped up.

“Well, I've only pumped your rump a handful of times, but you've been getting your 'doses' for months now…" she said mischievously, one hand dropping between my legs and joining my own in its exploratory mission.

I was puzzled for a few seconds when something occurred to me – there were two things I never saw Aiya do. One was making the Drink. The other was jacking off. Well, that's one mystery ingredient identified! I suppose that on some level I should have been outraged that my girlfriend was secretly feeding me her spunk in order to turn me into a female, but as she held me in her arms I realized that I'd gotten more attached to her than I was to my masculinity. My new body also seemed to be even more responsive to her touches, making me squirm against her every time one of her fingers brushed my lips of played with a nipple.

“Mmh, look at what a gorgeous woman you are. I'd be jealous of this body if I didn't know it was mine." She said as she kissed my collar softly.

“You seem pretty – ah! – sure of yourself…" I said, interrupted briefly when one of her fingers slid between my lips.

“Well, it was my spunk that changed you, so you'll always have a particular weakness for my scent…" she said as one scaly hand cupped my right breast and gave it a gentle squeeze “Besides, your change was particularly rough, which means you ovulated immediately after you changed. You've got a bit of draco DNA in you now which means two things. One – you've got several tiny Eridani eggs inside you, just waiting for my baby-batter. And two – you now have my species' sex drive, and draco females tend to get pretty horny when they're fertile. I could probably have you begging for it!" she finished, confident that she now had some sort of power over me.

“Don't be so cocky. I might decide to play hard to get…" I tossed back, trying to keep my voice level as my dragoness introduced me to various female erogenous zones.

She put a hand on my pretty new chin and turned my head, craning her neck and planting a kiss on my lips. It was deep, sensuous and I closed my eyes as I melted into it, realizing she was right. I never really noticed she had a scent, and I wasn't sure if I was smelling it now, but her proximity was almost intoxicating in a way it hadn't been before. And I don't think she was bluffing about the hornyness either, since I was sure my brand new pussy was already soaking wet. After a while she slowly broke the kiss and let me come up for air.

“So, still gonna play hard to get?" she asked teasingly.

“Uh-uh." Was the best I could do, shaking my head as I took deep breaths, my perky little chest heaving as I did.

“I thought so. Now just lay down and let me help you feel like a woman…"

I did as I was told, getting back up on the bad and plopping down. It didn't take Aiya long to assume a position between my legs, spreading them wide to give her unfettered access to my lady-parts. She locked her eyes on mine and made a show of licking her muzzle, giving me a good glimpse of that long tongue of hers. Looking down past my stiff nipples I saw her head disappear moments before that tongue ran along the length of my slit.

I grit my teeth but not in time to stop a squeal getting past my lips as a tingle went up my spine. Aiya continued running her tongue along my lips, moaning lightly as she lapped up my juices faster than I could make them. The sensations were more intense than anything I felt ever since my very first orgasm and I gripped the sheets and bit my lip as the dragoness' oral assault continued. She kept licking and I kept squirming, and just when I thought I'd gotten a grip on these new sensations I felt two long fingers pry my lips open and that tongue slide in!

I bucked as my pussy was penetrated for the first time, the skilled tip flicking just inside my pussy almost enough to drive me mad. Strange whines were coming out of my mouth as I gave up on gripping the sheet and instead moved my hands to my chest. I groped my budding breasts as my girlfriend ate me out, the familiar sensation of cupping a nice pair of tits joined by the new sensation of having my nice pair of tits cupped.

It was almost on reflex that my fingers sought out those perky little nipples, and once I gave then a firm squeeze it set me off. My rear end was bucking wildly, as if my pussy was trying to hump Aiya's face, and I let out such a shrill noise that I still can't believe the glass walls had survived it. As I came down from my first girl orgasm Aiya climbed over me and kissed me. It was different than the kiss we'd shared before, more wild and passionate. I could taste myself on her tongue and the sensation of her heavy breasts pressing into mine felt amazing. It was only when something else started pressing against me that she broke the kiss.

She took one look at me as if to make sure I was still up for this, and apparently the expression on my face was enough to convince her. Any doubts I may have had about letting her between my legs went out the window the moment I felt that tapered head part my moist lips. Instead, I spread my legs wide and planted my feet on the bed as I waited for her to take me.

I moaned as her shaft slid into my cunny, feeling my tunnel stretch around her as several inches were swallowed up. Then it seemed to bottom out far too soon and I realized why. I looked up and met Aiya's gaze, giving her a slight nod. I bit my lip as she gave a sharp buck and I felt a painful sting as my hymen tore. Oh well, at least I didn't have it long enough to get attached to it. My dragoness had stopped her advance and we kissed and cuddled for a few minutes until I'd adjusted and the pain faded away.

“You ready?" she husked into my ear, wriggling around inside my slightly.

“Yeah, just *gasp* be gentle…"

She did as I asked, slowly pushing more and more until I felt her crotch bump against mine. My pussy apparently was far more sensitive than my ass, and as my walls tensed around her cock I could feel every contour of the ridged alien shaft now buried inside me. I threw my arms around her neck and gave her a little peck on the lips, letting her know she could continue. As her cock was drawn out of my snatch, a shaky moan was drawn out of my throat, as I felt all of those ridges rub against my little button on the way out.

“Aww, does that mean you won't let me stick it in your butt anymore?" Aiya said, her voice dripping with mock-disappointment.

“Sh-shut up and fuck me!" I said panting and doing my best not to laugh.

“As you wish!" she replied, shoving her rod in me as she finished the sentence.

She settled into a vigorous pace, plowing my newly deflowered pussy in long, loving strokes. I was moaning like a whore at this point but I was past caring, completely absorbed by the new sensation of having a long, ridged cock saw in and out of my quivering love-canal. I moved my hands down and palmed her butt cheeks, feeling the muscles flex every time she hilted herself inside me. The feeling of her stiff nipples brushing against mine, her scales rubbing against my skin, it was all too much and I soon felt myself going over the edge again. I let out a shaky gasp as my pussy twitched around Aiya's cock, only serving to amplify the sensation of its contours rubbing against it.

Through it all Aiya just kept fucking me silly, moaning as my cunt did it's best to milk her cock. I could see her tail swinging behind her as her ass rose and fell, driving her shaft in and out of my soaked pussy. The sensation of those ridges brushing against my clit on every stroke were driving me wild, keeping me on the edge of climax as I began to wonder how many times she could make me cum. Just then my dragoness slowed down slightly, taking a few deep breaths and looking into my eyes.

“You know, we don't have to, if you think it's too soon. I could pull ou…"

Before she could finish that sentence I had pressed my lips to hers and wrapped my legs around her, a clear signal that she wasn't going anywhere. It wasn't that I didn't care if I got pregnant. Far from it. I could picture nothing that could make this day more perfect than her planting her seed deep inside me. I didn't want her to just fuck me, or even to make love to me. I wanted more than anything for her to mate me, to claim me as her own, now and forever.

With that final bit of restraint gone, Aiya began to rut me in earnest. She was hardly pulling out any more, but each time she drove her shaft back in I could feel the tip nudge against a barrier deep inside me. I clung to her, rubbing my smooth skin against her scales, kissing her collar between panting breaths.

Just when I thought I couldn't take any more she sped up again, gritting her teeth as she approached her climax. She was practically grinding against me, her hips making sharp, rapid bucks as her steely length began to twitch inside me. The feeling of her crotch rubbing against my clit had gotten me close, but it was the sensation of that prodding tip gushing deep inside me that sent me over. We groaned together as her shaft sent ropes of pearly white cum straight into my waiting womb, my pussy greedily milking it of every single drop.

Exhausted, my mighty dragoness collapsed on top of me and I could feel her heart beating against mine. We lay like that for a while, enjoying the closeness, until her shaft had softened and retreated back inside her slit, breaking our connection. I felt too exhausted to get up, but Aiya had been drinking up the morning rays and after giving me a quick kiss she was up.

“You stay here and catch your breath, I'll go and whip up a quick breakfast."

“Yeah, I wouldn't trust my legs just yet. Hey, will you still keep making me my drink?"

“Of course, sweetie! And now that you're in on it, you can help me with the special ingredient…"