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The sun was beginning to set, leaving the sky a brilliant red and orange hue. The waves crashed against the coastline near a lone wooden house. While fairly new, it bore a distinct aged style common to the Cape Cod area. Built out of the way of the general public, allowing the occupants to live the way they wanted to, as well as their three children.

The front door opened and the family of anthro-dragons stepped out. Alexia, Mykell and Lynn along with their parents, Skaren and Lahthia. The parents exchanged hugs with their children, seeing them off for the weekend.

"Thanks for having us over, mom and dad," Lynn said as she hugged them both.

"Thank you for making time to stay the weekend," Lahthia said, "I know you're all busy much of the time. We really appreciate it when you make time to come see us together."

"I do miss doing this more often," Alexia said, embracing Skaren.

"Me too," Mykell said, giving Lahthia a quick and not-so-subtle squeeze on her rump, "among other things."

Lathia let out a quick squeal and gave her son a quick jab to the arm, "Oh you're just like your father!"

"Nonsense," Skaren replied with a chuckle, "You got a long way to go before you get to my level, boy."

"Is that a challenge I hear, old man?"

"Boys, boys!" Lahthia said, stepping between the two of them, "Tell you what, you can compare libidos the next time we're all together."

"Besides," Lynn said, giving her older brother's crotch a playful squeeze, "it's about time we had some alone time of our own when we get back."

All five of them let out a chuckle, giving each other one more hug before before the children piled into Mykell's car and driving off. Skaren and Lahthia waved goodbye before heading back inside and closing the door. Both of them made for the kitchen where Lahthia tended to some food already cooking on the stove.

"It's a shame they couldn't stay for dinner," she said, stirring the pot of rice and vegetables.

"I know," Skaren replied, embracing her from behind, "Next time maybe. Even so, it was a wonderful weekend. Plus, it means more food for us!"

"Thinking with your stomach again, are you?"

"That's not the only thing, sexy."

Lahthia shivered as she felt her husband grind against her from behind, feeling the bulge in his pants press against her backside. In response, she writhed her hips, grinding her butt back into him, making him growl and causing the bulge in his pants to grow. The both growled with an almost feral lust as their arousal grew rapidly.

"Hope Mykell didn't wear you out too much last night," Skaren said, giving her cheek a playful lick.

"And I hope you got some left for me after your time with Alexia and Lynn," she replied, nuzzling back against him, "It feels good to cut loose now and then."

"That it does. Maybe getting out more is something we need. If we don't, we'll end up acting like old people."

"True. But for tonight, I think what we need is some 'quality' time of our own."

Skaren let out a low lustful growl, lightly nipping her neck and groping her large breasts. Lahthia practically melted in his powerful, but gentle, embrace. It was one of the things she loved most about him. She wrapped her tail around his waist and reached her am back, draping it over his neck, holding him close as he playfully gnawed on her neck.

"I love how submissive you get with the right incentive," he whispered into her ear, "how do you want it, love?"

"Be rough with me," she groaned needfully, grinding herself against him harder.

"As you wish, dear."

Skaren swung her around, staying pressed behind her, bending her over the kitchen table. He deftly yanked his trousers down and let them drop to his ankles, letting his rock hard erection spring and throb freely. He rubbed it against her covered rear, both of them emitting a low growl. Lahthia reached back and quickly stripped her her panties down and lifting her tail high, exposing her wet slit. She seductively wiggled her butt, rubbing against his thick ribbed shaft over and over. She pushed back until she felt it against her pussy and bounced her rump up and down, grinding his whole length against her nether lips.

Skaren was loving what she was doing, but the time for foreplay was over. In one claw, he took her center pony-tail and held it tight while the other gripped the base of her tail and kept it raised high. He pressed the tip of his cock into her pussy, making her let out a sharp gasp. He left the head of his cock just lodged inside for a moment, reveling in how it made her squirm.

"You want 'rough'?" he whispered into her ear as he leaned forward, letting the weight of his body pin her to the table, "I'll give you 'rough'."

With a single powerful thrust, he buried his entire length into her depths with a loud slap echoing through the house as his thighs slammed into her rump. She screamed in unbridled ecstasy, each of the tick ribbed sections of his cock sending a shock of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. Her body was pushed forward onto the table, her feet hanging in the air and her toes curled tightly. After a minute, the pain subsided and was replaced by pure pleasure as she let out small moans with each pulsing throb of his cock.

He slowly withdrew his member from her until only the tip remained within her before, once again, slamming himself back into her. He continued to do this several times, each time making Lahthia cry out lustfully. Afterwards, he worked himself into a steady but powerful rhythm, plowing into her over and over again. Each thrust making her squeak and moan. As he steadilly thrusted into her, he started to rub his thumb against her pucker, making her squirm even more.

"Like having your ass teased, don't you?" he growled, pressing his thumb into her hole while he continued to slam his hips into her.

"Oh yesssss," she hissed, clenching her ass around his invading digit. She loved the feeling of anal play and anal sex. Sometimes she even preferred it to straight intercourse. Getting to experience double penetration was rare, but it was beyond a heavenly experience. While feeling his claw push in and out of her ass was not quite the same, it still felt amazing and pushed her closer to an explosive climax.

Skaren could feel her body tense up. He knew she was getting close and he wasn't too far behind. With the combination of rough and heavy penetration and a dash of dirty talk, he could feel his own orgasm approaching. His pace quickened as did the volume of Lahthia's moans. After a few minutes, both of their bodies began to stiffen as the reached their peak.

Skaren threw his head back as the pressure in his loins was finally released, letting loose a torrent of cum deep into her pussy. Lahthia's lips clamped down onto his shaft like a vice and she screamed as her own orgasm hit, sending uncontrollable shivers through her whole body. She could feel each spurt of her husband's hot seed fill her insides. After what felt like a glorious eternity, the flow of cum begain to ebb, leaving both of them panting from exhaustion. Skaren slowly withdrew himself from her, letting a fair amount of excess seed drip to the kitchen floor.

Lahthia was spent, struggling to find the energy to lift herself off the table and onto her feet. Skaren, however, still had some energy left. With it, he hoisted his wife into his arms and carried her into the living room, setting her and himself down on the couch. Both still catching their breath, Lahthia laid her head onto his muscular shoulder while he gently ran his fingers through her now slightly messy hair.

"I love it when you play rough," Lahthia managed to wheeze, one claw resting on Skaren's chest and the other rubbing her belly, now full of a substantial amount of his seed.

"I know you do, my love," he replied with a chuckle.

"Lucky I'm not in season. Otherwise I'd probably have another large clutch of eggs from all that cum of yours."

"Haha, lucky for sure. I think three kids is enough for one couple."

Lathia glanced down at her belly, hit by a sudden feeling of want. It had been years since she last had been pregnant and given birth to her now adult children. She couldn't help but miss the feeling of having life within her belly, waiting to spawn. It was difficult to explain. Skaren certainly wasn't looking for any more children. A few times in the past, she had this feeling, but was afraid to bring it up to him.

"Yeah," she said, glancing away, "Three is enough."

***

The next couple of week passed by fairly uneventfully. Skaren and Lahthia engaged in their normal day to day activities. Between normal housekeeping and chores, they afforded the occassional night out together in town, some romantic dinners and more than a few nights of wild sex.

Following a nice meal at home, Lahthia stood in the kitchen washing the used dishes. She glanced at the calender pinned to the wall with the following day circled in red. It was already that time, she thought to herself. Time for Skaren's business trip.

Her husband was the owner of a few small local breweries and a large one overseas in his native country of Ireland. Because of his roles, he's usually called over for various functions for long stretches of time. Sometimes it's a few weeks, others it's a couple of months. For whatever reason, this trip was a full six months long. Despite Skaren and Lahthia's protests, there was no way he could avoid the trip or shorten it.

Through the day, the two of them didn't really speak about the trip. They just went on with their day as normal until they turned into bed for the night. Lahthia snuggled up to Skaren closely, her tail entwined with his. He stroked her head softly, placing a light loving kiss upon the tip of her snout.

"The trip will be over before you know it," he said, trying to comfort her.

"I know," she replied with a sigh, "I just don't know what I'm going to do for such a long time."

"There's gotta be something you can do to pass the time."

"Like what?"

Skaren thought for a moment. There wasn't a large number of hobbies that either of them partook in, unlike their children. He struggled to think of and answer for a moment until he recalled something he saw in the mail not too long ago.

"What about going out to a club?" He asked, eliciting a surprised and confused look from his wife.

"I always said that we needed to get out more often. The kids seem to get a lot of enjoyment from going to night clubs and meeting people. Why not give it a try?"

"A club? But I don't really know of any other than the one they attend. That's a long way to go on a regular basis."

"Maybe not. I remember seeing an ad for one that opened up recently much closer. It should be in the kitchen drawer. Why not check it out?"

Lahthia thought for a moment. It was true, she really did want to get out of the house for fun a little more often. She had never really gone to clubs before in the past. She knew that the kids went very often and really enjoy their time there, but she was always hesitant about going herself. On the other hand, maybe he was right. Maybe it was the thing that she needed to help get through the time he would be away.

"But what would I do once I get there?" She asked, still feeling uneasy about the idea.

"Whatever you want," he replied, following up with a kiss on the cheek, "Chat with people, mingle with strangers, dance the night away, drink and be social. There's plenty you can do while there. And who knows? Maybe something more will come from it as you get to know people."

"Well, I guess I can give it a shot." She said, returning to snuggling closely to him. They embraced tightly, wanting to be as close as possible for the last night they would be together for the next half year. Soon, they drifted off to a peaceful sleep in each others arms.

Lahthia awoke the following morning alone in bed. Skaren must have had to leave really early to make his flight, she thought to herself. On the nightstand sat a fully cooked, and still warm, breakfast along with a copy of that club advertisement he told her about. She slowly ate the breakfast he prepared for her, taking her time to inspect the club flyer.

"Club Haven," she read aloud to herself, "Guess it couldn't hurt to give it a visit."

After finishing off her breakfast and taking care of the dishes, she returned to her bedroom and opened up her closet. An array of outfits lined the inside with the vast majority belonging to her. Skaren kept a dresser on the other side of the room with most of his clothes with only the few more presentable pieces of attire residing in the closet.

She pulled various pieces out, wondering what she should wear. At first, she thought of going casual. A button up blouse and maybe a pair of khaki slacks. No, she thought to herself and shook her head. Putting them back, she took a tshirt and some jeans. She held them for a moment before returning them to the coat hangers. She wondered if she would ever find something appropriate to wear to this place. Suddenly, something did catch her eye.

"Well," she said to herself as she held up a rather stunning and form fitting red dress. Her son, Mykell, bought it for her partially as a joke about a year ago. Told her she needed to cut loose some more. "Maybe it's time to put this thing to use."

She stood in front of the full body mirror on the bedroom wall, inspecting her outfit. She could see why her son had picked it up for her. The form fitting nature of it greatly brought out her body's many curves. Her hips, butt and breasts really stood out, her breasts probably most of all. She sported similar endowment to her daughter, Alexia, which was substantial on it's own. In this dress, they seemed bigger somehow. She couldn't help but strike a few poses in front of the mirror.

"Guess it's now or never," she said to herself. She slipped on a pair of medium-heeled shoes specially made for her digigrade feet, grabbed a small purse with her personal items and car keys, and made her way out.

Prior to getting in the car, she took on her human disguise. She didn't expect to encounter much traffic along the way, but it was better to be safe than end up as a story in a tabloid. Besides, cars weren't really built with with someone with a tail and standing eight feet tall in mind. She couldn't help but look over herself once more in the car side-view mirror. Her dress even looked good on her in human form.

The drive was fairly uneventful, taking only about thirty-five minutes to reach. It was away from the coast and bordered on a small town. The building looked like it was inside a somewhat new industrial plaza. Concrete buildings, large class windows, offices, etc. Well hidden from the eye normal humans.

Walking to the front entrance of the club, she paused, hesitated. For a moment, she questioned if she really wanted to go through with this. She took a deep breath to calm herself. She steeled her nerves, reached for the door and pushed it open, walking into the reception area. Inside was a young lady behind the desk.

"Can't say I've seen you before," she said with a smile, "First time here?"

"Actually yes," Lahthia replied somewhat nervously, "Was convinced to give the club life a try by my husband and son, so here I am."

"A try? With a dress like that, I would have pegged you for a regular club-goer. No matter, head on in whenever your ready."

Lahthia couldn't help but blush a little. She moved on, passing through a set of double doors leading to a short hallway with a matching set of doors at the end. She let out a sigh of relief as she shed the human form, returning to her normal draconic self. She hesitated one more time as she placed her hand on the final door, but only briefly. She took one more deep breath and pushed it open.

The club interior was pretty large. A dance floor and stage to the right, bar to the left, some private and public function rooms towards the back. Some lighter popular music was playing at the moment. There were special lights hung above the dance floor, but not activated. They probably are turned on once the sun goes down and people really start to flood inside. Most of the people seem to be congregating near the bar and dining areas.

"Maybe a stiff drink is what I need to ease into the setting," she said to herself.

She passed by a few small groups of guys on her way to the bar. She smiled to herself as virtually all of them couldn't help but look her over. She didn't mind the occasional cat call and wolf whistle that came from a distance. The attention to her looks was different, but she had to admit, it did feel rather nice.

She pulled up a chair at the bar. The barkeep had his back to her, cleaning some glasses. She didn't want to interrupt him and decided to wait until he was ready to take her order. He was quite a large individual. All she could make out of him was his long slightly curly orange hair, ivory white horns and a thick green spiked tail. She could tell he was very well built, similar to Skaren. Though probably sans the slight beer-belly.

He turned around and looked at her, glass in one hand and a rag in the other. He was most certainly draconic in features. A large and muscular form wearing a rather nice black dress suit. He sported an orange gotee, a silver piercing on one of his horns and a scar that streamed down one of his eyes. Despite his proper attire, he looked like he could hold his own in a hostile environment, and has in the past. In the process of looking him over, she couldn't help but lock her gaze on his groin. Through his pants was a very impressive bulge. Her imagination started to run away with just how well endowed he must be. It took her a minute to realize she was staring, and that he was looking back at her with a smile.

"Normally it's not polite to stare," he said with a slight laugh, "but for a pretty lady like you, feel free to look all you want."

"Oh!" Lahthia exclaimed, breaking her gaze and bringing it to his eyes, "I'm so sorry!"

"Don't be. I get it more than you know. What will it be? Food? Drink?"

"Something small and strong, I guess. I'm not up to date with what the younger crowd is calling their drinks these days."

With a smile and a nod, he went to work. In no time at all, he had whipped up a multicolored mixed drink and served it to her. "It's fruity, but take it slow. There's more booze in there than you might think."

As she started to sip at her beverage, the lights started to dim in the club. The music switched over to something a little more energetic. People began to fill the dance floor. After some time, the bar and dining area became empty save for Lahthia and the barkeep.

"So what's a beautiful lady like yourself doing here by yourself?" he asked, idly wiping down the counter top. Lahthia couldn't help but blush slightly as she took another sip. It sounded like a cheap pickup line, but his words and voice had a sense of sincerity to them.

"You say that to all of the women that sit at the bar by themselves?" She asked in response.

"Not at all. Just can't imagine someone as stunning as you being here on your own and not having an entourage of desperate men hanging over your ever move."

"Just taking my husband's advice and getting myself out more."

"Ahh. Had a feeling you were married."

Lahthia tilted her head, slightly confused, "What do you mean?"

The barkeep tossed the rag aside and stood before her from behind the counter, looking her body up and down, "Cause no one as pretty as you stays single for very long, nor deserves to."

She couldn't help but blush a little more at the comment. Her cheeks were growing a quite obvious shade of light purple, which he seemed to take notice of.

"Sorry," he said, "Didn't mean to embarrass you."

"No," she replied quickly, "It's not that. Just not used to anyone sweet talking me outside of my husband. Well, the rare times he does, at least."

"Everything alright with you and your husband? I mean, if it's ok for me to ask. Just curious."

"Yeah, things are fine. He just got called away on a long business trip. He's gone away on them before, but never for this long."

Lahthia finished her drink, only now starting to feel the effects. It hadn't gotten her drunk, but she was feeling a bit tipsy. She became instantly more talkative. Her and the barkeep continued to chat back and forth for the next hour or two. Over that time, she had consumed a couple more drinks, maintaining her buzzed state. The two of them shared various stories, Lahthia of her family and the barkeep of his job and little bits of interesting info regarding the club itself. Time really felt like it was flying by. It had been a long time since she had felt so engaged with just talking with someone.

"I can't believe this," she said, placing her hand on her head and laughing at herself, "Here I am sharing practically my life story and I don't even know your name."

"Don't feel bad," he said with a hearty chuckle, "I don't get a lot of people interested in who I am at this job. Name's Darius."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Darius. I'm Lahthia. Lahthia Wildfire."

"Mmm, an equally pretty name to go with a pretty face."

"You're quite the flatterer, aren't you?"

"Only a little bit. The dance is in full swing now. You thinking of jumping in?"

Lahthia laughed and shook her head, "Oh, I couldn't. I'm not one for dancing in this kind of setting. I wouldn't know what to do. Besides, I probably should be heading home. I only came to really check this place out and I'm feeling a little tired."

"Fair enough," Darius replied, leaning over the counter and giving her a look deep into her eyes. She returned the look, seemingly getting lost in his gaze. Even though one of his eyes appeared clouded over, probably due to the scar, she could sense a sort of depth to them. Almost like he was able to peer deeper into her beyond her exterior.

"Is...Something wrong?" She asked slowly.

"Not at all," he replied with a smile, "I just wanted to know if you were okay to drive."

"You can tell that by just looking into someone's eyes?"

"There's nothing a person's eyes can't tell me. You just take it easy going home."

"I will. I pormise. Thanks for lending me your ear for tonight, Darius. Hopefully I'll see you again over here in the near future?"

"I'm almost always here. If you decide to come regularly, you would certainly be a high point on my work week."

Lahthia gave him a warm smile, waved goodbye and took her leave, exiting the club and the building itself. One the entire drive home, she couldn't help but think about Darius. He was nice and polite, despite his rough and intimidating exterior. She felt a bit embarrassed about making him listen to her for hours on end, but he didn't seem to mind. He was definitely an attractive fellow, she thought. And that bulge in his pants, he must be hung like a horse.

She slapped her forehead. She couldn't believe she let that thought into her head. But now it wouldn't go away. She kept picturing him in progressively less clothing. First shirtless, then wearing only speedos, then nothing at all. Standing there and flaunting what she imagined was an enormous package and a massive cock to go with it. The thought stuck with her the entire ride home. She fidgeted in the driver seat numerous times, feeling herself becoming aroused and very wet between her legs.

She quickly pulled into the driveway and rushed inside, barely waiting to get out of the car before shedding her human form. She went straight to her bedroom and flopped down onto the mattress, her hand almost unconsciously lifting her skirt and darting down the front of her panties. She let out a loud sigh of relief as she started to vigorously play with herself. Her fingers rubbing her very slick and sensitive flesh. She brought her other hand into the fray, letting one set of fingers tease and rub at her clit while the others plunged in and out of her depths.

Her mind shifted through various fantasies, but she always seemed to focus back on the thought of Darius. Him laying her on her back, grinding his massive cock against her sensitive areas, plunging himself into her depths. She couldn't get her mind off of him. Her hands worked herself over furiously, moaning out loudly. Her tail swayed wildly off the side of the bed, and her legs raised into the air, shivering uncontrollably. Soon after, she orgasmed. She gasped and held her breath as the pleasure washed through her entire body. Her legs and tail went stiff and her pussy dripped her sweet pleasure juices all over the sheets. The feeling lasted for a full minute that felt like an eternity. It eventually subsided and she collapsed in an exhausted and panting heap, sprawled across the bed.

She couldn't remember the last time she came so hard purely by masturbation. She was totally drained. She didn't even have enough left to take a nightly shower following her exhaustive solo-session. She slowly and lazily crawled into bed properly, tucking herself into the blankets and quickly drifting off into a deep and restful sleep.

***

The following week passed by quietly. While Lahthia had been tempted to return to the club, she resisted. She was afraid of getting too attached to the establishment. As fun as it was the first time, she didn't quite want to become addicted. On top of it, however, she was somewhat afraid of seeing Darius again. His looks and his voice had such a profound effect on her. Her daydreaming was suddenly interrupted by the phone ringing.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hey mom!" the voice answered.

"Hi, Myke. What's up, sweety?"

"Not much, just calling to check in on you. Everything alright over there? Anything you need?"

"I'm not THAT old, hun. I can take care of myself."

"I know, I know. Just figured I'd call and see how you were doing since dad is gonna be gone for so long."

Lahthia chuckled slightly and leaned against the kitchen counter, "I appreciate it, Myke. I really do. Guess I was just worried about going stir crazy here without anyone around. But I think I found a way to manage."

"Oh yeah? How so?"

"Well, your father has always told me I needed to get out and be a bit more social. And you have always said I needed to cut loose more often. So I'm doing just that."

"Well, if you ever want to check out the place we always go to, my offer still stands. I know clubs aren't your thing normally, but you'll be around familiar faces while you ease into it."

Lahthia's mind went back to Darius again. She paused for a moment before taking her car keys back in hand, "Thanks, baby, but I think I've got it under control. I've got to get going right now. Give your sisters my love, will you?"

"Literally or figuratively?"

"Smart ass. You know what I mean. Take care, Myke."

She hung up the phone and retreated back to her bed room. She made quick work of getting herself ready and prettied up, donning the same red dress she did on her first trip to Club Haven. Time for that return trip, she thought to herself.

***

"Oh!" the receptionist said, "Welcome back!"

"Thanks," Lahthia replied as she stepped into the room, "I had a great time last week and figured this place deserved a return visit. Thinking of making it a regular thing."

"Always good to hear, and always happy to see repeat customers. Go right on in, and enjoy."

"I think I just may."

The activity in the club was just starting to get going. Plenty of people on the dance floor, a DJ up on stage spinning music, countless creatures of all species socializing. Lahthia felt strangely more comfortable in the setting compared to her first visit. She glanced over towards the bar and dining area. A smile formed on her snout when she spotted a familiar buff, green dragon working the counter.

"Looks like I came at the right time," Lahthia said as she sat down, prompting Darius to turn around. His eyes lit up at the sight of her.

"Well hello, beautiful!" he said with a warm smile, "Glad to see you come back."

"Happy to be back. How about another one of those drinks to kick off the night."

"Coming right up."

Over the next couple hours, Lahthia had consumed a few mildly strong drinks. She could feel herself become a bit loosened up, and she showed it though being very chatty. The two of them picked up their conversation from last week. Darius had been the target of conversation many times before from inebriated patrons, but this woman was different. He enjoyed hearing her voice. It was almost hypnotic at times.

"Ever thought of giving dancing a try?" Darius asked as the music changed and more people gathered onto the floor, "You said it's not normally your thing, but since you're looking to try new things, why not give it a go?"

"I dunno," she replied, glancing over to the dance floor, "I guess I'm just nervous. I'm afraid of embarrassing myself."

"I don't think you'd be able to top the lush that was here a month ago. Trust me, I've seen some bad dancers. But they're all doing it to try to impress someone. Dancing comes from the heart. It's a way to express yourself. Even if it isn't coordinated, as long as it comes from you, it's never 'bad'."

She looked back at him, then back to the dance floor. She thought about it for several moments. She couldn't tell if it was the alcohol, his words or a combination of both, but her reservations started to quickly melt away. She looked back at him and smiled, "Okay," she said, "Why not?"

She sauntered over to the dance floor while Darius took the moment to return to his normal barkeep duties. He polished and cleaned a few glasses and plates, setting them back in their places. While wiping down the bar top, he glanced up and saw Lahthia dancing from the distance. She swayed and twisted with an incredible grace, her arms slowly flowing through the air in a beautiful display along with her pretty hair, each of her 3 pony tails almost swinging in perfect coordination to the rest of her body. Darius was frozen in place, virtually mesmerized by her display. He already though she was quite attractive, but seeing her move in such a way brought out divinely lovely aspect of her he had not seen before.

Darius had lost track of time, but eventually the music began to change to something slower and her dance came to an end. People around her who seemed equally impressed by her show applauded, making her blush. People started to pair up and dance together on the floor as she returned to the bar. Darius already had a drink ready for her as she sat down.

"I guess it wasn't that bad after all," she said modestly.

"Not bad?" Darius replied in surprise, "That was one of the most breathtaking displays I've ever seen out there. And I've been working here for a long time. Where did you learn to dance like that?"

"I didn't think it was anything overly special. I remember my mother teaching me a very old mating dance when I was younger. It was meant to impress other males. It's fairly ancient and no one really uses it anymore, but she felt I should know it anyway. Normally it's performed under water. I just kinda adapted it to solid ground. I don't think I quite got everything right, though. I haven't performed it in years, and this is the first time I tried it out of the water."

"Well, if you don't mind me saying, it was nothing short of lovely. But why did you stop?"

"Looks like this next song is more for couples. It would feel awkward to continue since I'm alone."

"Do you know how to dance with a partner?"

"Of course! I'm married, after all."

Darius thought for a moment, glancing around the bar and dining area. It was mostly empty since everyone was out and about the club. He ducked into the back room behind the bar quietly. After a few minutes, a different dragon appeared and started to get to work. Lahthia turned back and was surprised by the new face. He just smiled and return to his work. She looked around the bar and tables and found no sign of Darius. Where did he go, she thought.

She turned back towards the dance floor and was startled to find him standing before her with his hand held out to her, "Might I convince you to dance with me?" he asked softly with a warm inviting smile. Lahthia was taken back for a moment. The last time she danced with someone was Skaren, but that was years ago. She thought for a second.

Why the hell not, she thought to herself as she reached out and took his hand. He pulled her to her feet and led her to the dance floor. They hurried to the center of the wooden floor. Among the lights and other couples, they cleared their way and found their spot in the crowd. Together they faced each other, taking the hand and hip of each other.

The music felt like it was distant, but still melodic. The sound seemed to control their movements as they danced together. Their eyes never breaking from each others gaze. It seemed like everyone else on the dance floor just disappeared. It was just to two of them. Stepping back and forth, spinning and holding each other with the music.

In the back of her mind, Lahthia was reminded of her husband. The way Darius danced with her, the gentleness in his grip on her hand and hip, the warm feeling in his eyes. For a moment, she envisioned him as her husband. Dancing just like they did on the day of their wedding. But almost instantly, Darius reappeared before her eyes. Strangely enough, she was comfortable. As comfortable and as enthralled as she was on her wedding day.

"You're quite the dancer," she said with a smile.

"I'm flattered," he replied with a chuckle, "don't really get many chances to do so, especially with someone as talented and good-looking as yourself."

"I would never have guessed."

The lights started to come back on as the music died down and returned to the standard club tunes. Everyone filed off of the dance floor, leaving Lahthia and Darius alone. Still holding hands, they spent a moment looking into each others eyes. Darius couldn't get over just how infatuated with her that he was, despite being almost twice his age. He always did tend to favor older women, but felt something a little deeper with her in particular. Meanwhile, Lahthia was having very confusing and conflicting thoughts of her own. Despite having a family of her own and him being much younger than her, she couldn't help but feel very interested in her new dragon friend. Not just a passing attraction or someone to fool around with, but something more that she couldn't bring herself to express.

"Guess you should be getting back to work," she said, surreptitiously shaking herself from her own fanciful thoughts.

"I got off early," he said with a smile, "One of the benefits of being in charge of the bar."

"So what now? It's not that late yet."

"Would it be too much to treat you to dinner?"

She gave him a slightly playful smile and chuckled, "Dinner, huh? Sounds an awful lot like you're asking me on a spontaneous date."

He held her hands a little tighter, his voice gentle and serious as he responded, "would you say no if I said I was?"

She thought for a moment. About her family, her husband, and that path she was imagining her interactions with Darius would eventually lead. At the same time, she was very intrigued. She hadn't "dated" with anyone since Skaren and her first got together. While they still loved each other more than anything, she did miss the experience.

"No," she said, "I wouldn't. So where around here do you plan on treating me to dinner, young man?"

"Closer than you think," he replied, laughing at her response, but unable to help being slightly turned on by it, "This place has a rather nice restaurant on the second floor. Only really runs during the day, but I'm friends with the chef. He won't have a problem with cooking something up just for us."

He led her upstairs to a rather nice dining hall. It definitely had an upper-class feel to the place, despite being apart of a club. All the tables were bare with the chairs placed atop of them, common in closed restaurants and cafes, save for one table for two which was fully furnished with a red tablecloth, neatly folded napkins, a lit candle and a thin vase with a single red rose in it. As he pulled the chair out for her, she couldn't help but chuckle.

"Please tell me you didn't have this planned before I got here," she said jokingly.

"I gave the chef a ring before we danced," he said with a sheepish smile, "I wanted it to be ready in the off chance you accepted."

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

The two of them sat down and were soon greeted by the chef; a burly, but well groomed and professional looking canine holding a pair of menus, "Been a long time since I cooked a private meal for anyone," he said, "let me know when you're ready and I'll get right to work."

The following two hours were filled with idle friendly chat about nothing very important, mostly stories about themselves and their friends. Darius was really curious about her family, but didn't want to pry into her personal life. At least not until she felt comfortable in opening up to him about it. The food was fantastic, much better than Lahthia had expected, and Darius' company was equally good. Despite his rough exterior, she found him to be rather soft-spoken and quite the romantic. He was certainly attractive, she thought. She lost count of how many times she caught herself fantasizing about him. While she hoped he didn't notice her going a bit "dreamy-eyed" while looking at him numerous times through the dinner, he certainly did, but decided to keep it to himself for the time being.

"That was wonderful, Darius," Lahthia said as she sipped the last of her drink and dabbed her lips with the napkin, "I didn't quite expect so much to happen in one night. Thanks a lot for all of this."

"It was the least I could do for such a beautiful woman," he replied in a soft tone with a subtle sensual tinge to his voice.

"A wonderful dance, a spurr-of-the-moment dinner date. Looks a lot like you're trying to impress me."

"Well," he replied, scratching the side of his head and blushing a little bit, "Is it working?"

"No," she said flatly with a straight serious face, causing his smile to slowly contort to embarrassment just before her own smile returned "but you're getting there." They laughed together and made their way to the club entrance.

"I'm really glad you had a good time," he said, cupping one of her hands in his own.

"Thank you for treating me to such a good time. Hopefully we can do it again in a couple of weeks."

"Long time to wait to see you again."

"I know, but I do have a house to maintain while my husband is away and children to pester once in a while."

"Alright then," he said, raising her hand up and giving it a soft kiss, "until next time."

She couldn't help but blush. He was just so sweet, she thought. She found it hard to think about being away for a couple weeks, herself. But she knew she'd see him again, and they could spend more time together. She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the side of his snout, causing him to blush as well, "Take care, sweety."

Darius watched as she walked away to her car and drove off. He rubbed the spot where she kissed him and sighed. She really was a very amazing woman, he thought. He knew he was treadding on hazardous grounds, flirting with an older married girl with children, but he just couldn't draw himself away from her. He walked back inside before he let his thought run completely away with him. He went to the bar to collect his things and head home when his chef friend caught him at the door.

"Looks like you two are hitting it off pretty well," he said.

"Yeah," Darius replied with a smile, "She is pretty amazing."

"I've seen you try to get into other girls pants before, but I've never seen you treat any of them to dinner."

"Well, she's...Different. I dunno how to explain it."

"Ever thought of visiting her for a change?"

"I don't know where she lives. Besides, I think that would be a bit too aggressive, even for me, to just show up unannounced. If she wants me to come by, I'm sure she'll invite me."

"Wouldn't be unannounced if you were returning something to her."

Darius looked a bit puzzled as his friend handed him a small pocketbook, "she must have forgotten it on the chair before you two left. Her ID is probably inside. Wouldn't hurt to bring it back to her yourself."

As tempting of an idea as it was, Darius was hesitant to open it up and go fishing through her personal things. But he also didn't want to just leave it in the clubs lost and found since he knew stuff went missing from there all the time. Perhaps, he thought, it would be safer to hold on to it himself.

"I'll hold on to it for her," he said, placing it in his bag, "She'll probably call tomorrow looking for it. No need to just show up at her home just for this."

"Just suggesting man. Just suggesting."

Darius return to his car. Sitting in the driver's seat, he looked over Lahthia's pocketbook. He felt sure she would call looking for it, but he couldn't help but be tempted to look inside. Maybe her own number would be in it, he thought. That way he could call her if she happen to not realize she had left it behind. He placed it aside. A few days, he said to himself. If she doesn't call or come by in a few days, then he'll open it up and see if he could contact her instead.

***

Lahthia spent the day mulling around the house, tending to minor chores here and there. Some cleaning and tidying, some laundry, and even planting a some flowers out by the front of the house. She was trying to keep her mind occupied on something, but was visibly distracted. It felt like she couldn't perform a single task without her mind wandering towards Darius.

More and more often, she had caught herself fantasizing about him. Each time, she felt progressively less guilty about it. She was thinking about it so much, that the thoughts would crop up in such random places. She would imagine him grinding against her in bed, or taking her while she was bent over the laundry machine, or even fondling his massive rod outside on the porch.

Her sultry thoughts had lingered on and off for the past couple days. Even while she cooked herself some dinner, she imagined him behind her. Holding her hips, rubbing his growing bulge against her rear, feeling his warm breath on the back of her neck. She couldn't help but rub herself between her legs as the food cooked in the oven.

Her hormonal daze was broken as the phone rang. Startled, her mind and senses were snapped back to reality. She took a moment to compose herself before finally picking up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hey there, love!" came Skarens voice on the other side.

"Hey you, was wondering when I'd get to hear your voice again."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Things have been pretty crazy at almost all hours of the day. Only free time I get is usually in the middle of the night over there. Anywhere, how have you been? Haven't been going crazy being alone, have you?"

"No, honey, I haven't. Though I am getting myself out now and again to keep myself occupied."

"Oh yeah? Doing what?"

"Well, I figured I'd go to this club Myke told me about. It's a bit of a drive to get out there, but I think it's worth it."

"Be still, my heart" Skaren chuckled heartily, "Never thought I'd hear about you going to any type of club."

"Well, you always said I needed to get out more, so I'm doing it. It's not a problem, is it?"

"Of course not! I'm more than happy to hear about it. As long as you're happy and having a good time, babe, I'm the happiest dragon alive."

"Good to know. I just don't want you to worry about me."

"I won't, love, I promise. As long as you take care of yourself. Besides, if you're feeling a bit hot under-the-collar, you've always got Myke to call to help you out."

"You are incorrigible, you know that?"

"Love you, too, baby. I'll give you another ring later in the week."

"Take care, and don't work too hard."

She hung up the phone and return to the oven. The food wasn't quite ready yet, but it was getting there. Her mind returned to wandering once more, but was interrupted again by a knock at the door. Who could that be, she wondered. She opened the door and took a surprised half-step back as the man of her recent fantasies stood before her with a small bouquet of flowers.

"Darius?" she said, unsure if she should be excited or confused at his sudden arrival.

"Hey Lahthia," he replied with a warm but somewhat shy smile, "Before you say anything, I know this seems a bit sudden and inappropriate. I was originally just coming to give your handbag back. You left it at the club. We didn't hear from you about it so I checked your ID. I could have just shipped it to you, but I thought bringing it in person would be quicker and safer."

"Wow," she said, returning the smile and taking her bag from him, "Thank you so much. And the flowers?"

"Yeah... Well, spur of the moment thought."

The two of them stood there for a minute in an awkward silence. Darius couldn't think of anything to say then and there, and Lahthia didn't really know how to react to his arrival and sudden gift. It was rather romantic, she thought.

"I guess I should head home." Darius said, slowly shuffling backwards towards his car. Lahthia paused for a moment, her mind a chaotic mess of what to think and how to act. However, something in her clicked.

"Um," she stammered, reaching and lightly holding his arm, "Would you like to come in for a while?"

Darius paused himself. Her soft voice and inviting question had him disarmed. On the one hand, it might be more inappropriate than him just showing up here. On the other, it sounded like she really wanted him to stay. He wanted it too.

"I'd love to," he replied softly.

The two of them walked into the house with Lahthia ahead, leading Darius to the kitchen. She took the flowers from him and placed them in a small glass vase from the cabinet before putting it on the table. She pulled out a chair and silently offered it to him, which he took with smile.

"It smells amazing in here," Darius pointed out, just trying to make conversation after placing his shoulder bag on an unused chair.

"I was cooking myself some dinner," she replied, putting on some padded mitts and removing the pan of food from the oven "Are you hungry at all?"

"Sure, but I don't wanna take anything off your plate."

"Trust me, there's plenty. I always cook more than I need. Comes with having children."

She pulled out a pair of plates and silverware along with a couple napkins. Between the veggies and chicken, there was easily enough to feed three or four people. Darius accepted the plate graciously and both of them began to eat.

"So do your kids live with you?" Darius asked, again just looking for conversation to break the silence.

"No," she replied with a chuckle, "They moved out some time ago. Not very far, though. Up in coastal Maine."

"Do they visit often?"

"At least once or twice a month. They were here earlier this week before my husband left on business. But I call them pretty often, just to pester them. Part of the parental job description."

Both of them laughed as they continued to eat. Darius was really happy to be at the table with her. Despite the age difference, she was very pretty and wonderful to talk to. Lahthia was equally happy, but probably more than she would let on. She was certainly thankful for the company in Skaren's absence. However, she couldn't shake the more "primal" feelings she had towards Darius.

Among the bouts of small talk, the two of them eventually finished dinner. Lahthia moved to collect their dishes, but Darius stopped her. He gently took her arm before taking what plates and utensils she had in hand from her.

"Allow me," he said, "you treated me to dinner, I think I owe it to you to clean up."

"If you insist," she replied. She moved to one of the chairs and sat down as Darius worked over the dishes. Working with food and drink allowed him to work pretty quickly, but she enjoyed watching him. The way he moved, how his frame and muscles glided back and forth from one task at the sink to another. She never thought she would get so much enjoyment out of watching one perform a mundane task. Her mind wandered again, picturing him in significantly less clothing as he cleaned. She felt herself grow a bit warm under her shirt and between her legs. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. This probably wasn't really the time, she thought. Though she knew she was diluting herself. In her subtle fidgets of movement, she brushed over his shoulder bag on the adjacent chair, tipping it over. She caught it before it hit the ground, but something in it caught her eye. She reached in and, to her surprise, retrieved a condom from the bag just as Darius turned around.

The look on his face could only be described as horrified. He always carried some with him. Simple flings with friends were not rare for him, but with her discovery, he was terrified her disposition of him would take a complete u-turn right then and there.

"What's this?" She asked, with a somewhat stern look across her snout.

"I..." Darius stammered, desperately trying to put together an explanation, "I swear it's not what it looks like."

"Showing up to my home at night with flowers and condoms. Did you come here expecting to get more than dinner?"

"No, it's not like that at all. I mean, I didn't expect anything. Please don't take this the wrong way."

"So you're not interested in sleeping with me, but you just carry these around?"

"Yes... I mean, no. Uh, I think you're very beautiful and wildly attractive, but I didn't come here for that."

The silence returned, but was very different this time. Darius was struggling to explain himself and remain in her good graces, however, Lahthia had something else in mind. She was toying with him. Something in her mind fixated on this moment. She had an outcome in mind and she was leading him along, hoping that he would take the bait. Thus far, it was going exactly how she wanted.

"Are you an honest person, Darius?" she asked as she slowly approached him, still holding the condom in her claw and getting very close to him. Sweat dripped down the side of his face as he considered his answer.

"I do," he replied, hesitation in his voice as he struggled to find the right answers. He didn't want her to hate him and he didn't want their albeit brief friendship to dissolve over a misunderstanding.

"Did you come here expecting to fuck me?"

Darius was taken even further back by her sudden change in language. He couldn't even get the words out, only able to shake his head and hope she would believe him. She got even closer to him, her body now touching his.

"Do you want to?"

He became instantly confused. Her tone shifted once again. Her question almost sounded like an invite. Of course he wanted to, she was extremely attractive to him. At the same time, he was hesitant to just come out and say it. He knew she wanted him to be honest, and he doubted she would buy his answer if he said no. He bit his lop and tensed up as he opened his mouth once more.

"...Yes," he said through his cracking voice.

She looked him in the eyes, keeping her face expressionless. She held up the condom and handed it to him, which he took into his shaky claw. Without a word, she slowly walked away. She paused and looked back at him. Their eyes meeting once more before she turned and continued into the next room. Darius could hear the creeking noise of a door closing towards where she went.

Darius gasped, feeling like he had held his breath for the entire time. The weight of the moment had finally lifted, but he was still amazingly stressed. Her abrupt departure confused him, as did her choice of questions. Part of him felt like he should cut his losses and leave, but found that he couldn't. He did care about how she thought of him, and he wondered if her question really was an invitation. He was torn. If he followed her to the next room, she might be even more infuriated with him, but he didn't want to leave without trying to offer an appology. He took a deep breath, clenching both claws into fists to try to divert the tension from his mind, and slowly moved to the next room. A single door was left open with the light on inside. Cautiously, he pushed the door open.

Inside was the master bedroom. It was lightly furnished with a large bed against the back wall. Beside it was a dresser with an attached mirror. Lahthia stood before it, having stripped down to only her bra and panties. Darius felt a twinge between his legs, which he silently cursed himself for. He felt guilty at getting aroused at the sight of her in such little clothing after the heated exchange only moments before. His eyes met with hers once more through the reflection on the mirror. He expression had changed. No longer stern or angry or disappointed, but almost wanting. She was silently asking him for something he only had fantasized about. She had fantasized about it too. At that moment, their thoughts finally synced and they were presented with an opportunity for something they both wanted in the back of their minds, but neither had the gall to up and ask for it.

Darius slowly moved closer to her as she stood at the mirror. She remained silent as he approached, the excitement in his pants become progressively more and more obvious, but it seemed neither of them cared. Darius stood just inches from Lahthia, drinking in her looks from the back and from the reflection of her front. His arms slowly reached around her, meeting at her belly with soft and gentle caresses. She let out a purr of satisfaction as a result. At that moment, he knew how much she wanted what was to come next, and she knew that he had played into her hands perfectly. It was rather uncharacteristic of her to be so seductive, deceitful and lustfilled, but she didn't care. This was something that, at that moment, she wanted more than anything. And judging by the size of the bulge in his pants, he wanted it too.

The two of them wasted little time, rubbing and grinding against each others bodies. For her, it was the fantasy come true. The feeling of his breath on her neck, his rapidly growing arousal grinding on her backside, his hands wandering from her belly to her voluptuous breasts. His warm claws filled her with this feeling of barely subdued lust. She wanted him badly. In that moment, it was all she cared about. She reached behind her and rest her claw on his groin, feeling just how hard he was quickly becoming. She could tell that his was incredibly well-endowed, even more so than her husband and even her son.

Unconsciously, he reached down and undid his pants. Not taking them off, but allowing his member, still covered by his undergarments, to tent and prod at her backside. He leaned in to her, gently nibbling on her neck. It took every once of willpower for her not to just melt and fall to the floor right there. She steeled herself and pushed back, letting his growing erection grind on the base of her tail and even underneath it.

She turned to him and their locked eyes once again, but no longer in anger or suspicion, but in a near uncontrollable state of lust and pleasure. She reached down and rubbed his cock through his underpants, a pre cum spot forming at the tip as it throbbed in had gentle hands. Their heads slowly moved closer before locking in a passionate kiss, their jaws and lips pressed together and their tongues performing an intricate dance with one another. Darius lifted her off her feet, his rod pressed between her legs, only enhancing the excitement as he carried her to the bed. He laid her on her back and stood up, still holding her legs by the ankles on either side of him. She teasingly rubbed between her legs with one hand while the other fondled one of her breasts.

Darius propped her legs onto his shoulders while he deftly pulled his pants down, finally freeing his raging hard on which bounced before her. She was beyond impressed by both his size and girth but had little doubt she could accommodate his size. She looked towards his hand which still held the condom she procured from his bag and nodded. Impressivly, he managed to open it up and get it on himself with only one hand.

Lahthia, not bothering to even remove her panties, just pulled them to one side, revealing her wanting slit to him. Without hesitation, he leaned over her, the tip pressing to her sensitive opening. They looked into each others eyes as he slowly pushed forward. Inch by inch, his cock sank into her tunnel. She winced for a moment as his size, but quickly brushed it off. Nothing was going to prevent her from taking the entirety of his length between her legs.

Darius took his time, despite the level of lust that was filling his mind and body. It took a full minute before he found himself fully buried into her pussy. He had slept with plenty of girls before, but this felt different somehow. Her inner walls caressed his throbbing flesh, her body finally relaxing after being impaled.

They locked lips once again as Darius slowly withdrew his shaft until the tip was all that was left inside before pushing forward again, hilting her. She let out a squeal, the incredible feeling shooting through from between her legs to her whole body. It made her shiver and pant uncontrollably. She reached between her legs and rubbed the flesh around her nether lips while Darius slowly pumped his cock in and out of her.

Lahthia tried to contain herself at the feeling of his large textured rod within her, but struggled. She bit her lip, then her fist, but she could keep from squealing and screaming in ecstacy each time he plowed into her. Her noise only intensified as the force and speed of his thrusts picked up accompanied by the sound of their hips slapping together.

Darius paused for a moment, only lean over her and lower his face to her chest. She felt his warm breath wash over her bosom just before his lips locked onto one nipple while he massaged the other with his gentle claw. He returned to his quickened but steady pace, reveling in the taste of her flesh and the tight warmth of her pussy.

With the increase and speed and power, came a rapid approaching of climax for Lahthia and her younger lover. She wrapped her legs around Darius' waist and held him tight. Not only to brace herself against his strong thrusts, but the slightly control his speed. She wanted this to last. She held the back of his head to her chest, absolutely loving the licking and sucking on her large breast.

The two of them were at it for a solid half hour. Lahthia was amazed at his stamina. Truth be told, Darius was amazed at his own stamina as well. As time went on, however, their collective energy was nearing its peak. Darius could feel the pressure in his loins grow to the point where he could cum at any moment. Lahthia was feeling it as well. Her defenses were worn down and the sensitivity she felt within her was through the roof. Each thrust caused her to have a mini orgasm, making her cry in pleasure.

Darius, using his size and strength, wrapped his arms around her and hoisted her up. He knelt on the bed, cradling her in his arms while her legs remained wrapped around him. He used what energy he had left to pump into her hard and deep. Their lips locked once more for only a moment before their pleasure boiled over and erupted. Both of them released a deafening roar in pure lust. Lahthia's pussy gripped onto the younger dragons shaft in an effort to milk him for all he was worth. She could feel him squirt inside of her through the condom. She could even feel the rubber inflate inside of her to the point where she swore it may burst. The two of them held onto one another tight while their bodies went tense and shivered. After what felt like an eternity, their climaxes slowly subsided as Darius collapsed forward, taking care not to let all of his weight to fall upon her smaller frame by quickly rolling onto his side.

They remained within each others embrace for quite some time. Only then did Darius finally withdraw himself from her depths. With a plop, his member slipped free. The condom tip looking like a small balloon full of seed. Neither made any attempt to clean up or make themselves decent. They just had no energy left in them, left a panting wreck after some of the most wild and intense sex either had seen. The looked at each other one more time, smiled together and drifted off into an exhaustion induced slumber.