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John was startled awake by the obnoxious shriek of his cell phone going off. Several things happened at once in his head. The first was the realization that he probably was late for work. The second and more important realization was that Talara was still sprawled out in his bed beside him. However long they had slept had rolled them apart only slightly; the dragoness was on her back, hindlegs splayed out in a shamelessly-revealing manner, but her scaled chest was rising and falling rhythmically and her eyes were shut.

Somehow, the dragoness was still able to sleep through the insistent chirp of his phone. He must have worn her out. A touch of warmth lit his cheeks as he remembered exactly what had happened so quickly between him and the purple and blue dragoness that had appeared suddenly in his bed. Was she real?

He tore his eyes from the sight of her lithe form, those slender hips, that flexile tail, and the still-present glint of arousal and cum staining her netherscales. At least they hadn't slept for long enough that the mess had dried… John shook his head and grabbed his cell off the nightstand beside his bed and glared at the screen. The number was work, sure enough, and it was five past ten in the morning. Even with his odd schedule, he was over an hour late.

John sighed. He could play it off as telecommuting for the day. Hopefully his boss would understand. He flicked the button to accept the call. “Yeah, this is John," he muttered. His voice sounded about as tired as he felt.

“Hey, just wondering if you were planning on coming to work today?" the voice of his boss came through the speaker. Rick was not the easiest manager, but he'd take any chance he got to tease someone.

“Uhhh…" John sat up in bed and ran his free hand through his hair, looking at Talara. “Hey, do you think I can work from home today?"

“Come on, man, you know we can't be cutting short on the Maris project."

“Look, I know, but uh… I didn't get good sleep," John said. “Think I ate something bad, I was up all night."

Rick paused. He could hear the man sighing on the other end of the line. “Alright, fine. But you're still late. I expect you online in thirty minutes, we still have some interfaces to finalize."

John let out a relieved breath. Even if Rick didn't buy it, he still got essentially a day off. “I'll be there, don't worry," he assured his manager. “See you then."

“Yeah, yeah, sure," John heard Rick say as he pulled the phone from his ear and thumbed the call closed. He sighed again and dropped the phone on his nightstand, then winced at the loud thump and tossed a glance at Talara. Fortunately, it had not woken her. John did not think he'd get as far as his computer desk if the dragoness woke; he certainly wouldn't have the will to resist her apparent eagerness.

Quietly, John tossed off the sheet and sidled himself off the mattress. First things first, he tip-toed into the hallway and then into his office to switch power up his computer. Second, a shower. Considering the absurdity of sneaking through his own house to avoid waking an overly-eager dragoness, he spared another peek through his bedroom door at the dragoness to confirm she was still asleep before creeping into the bathroom.

The touch of warm water on his bare skin was lovely, but he did not realize quite how much he smelled of the dragoness until he smelled that musky spice on the air, stirred up by the steam. It promptly brought the memory of stuffing his fingers between the dragoness' thighs to the front of his mind, breathing in her arousal after she climaxed… John felt the flush of his own arousal in his loins. He tried to push his thoughts away from Talara long enough to soap up and rinse down, doing his best to work around the firm erection he was already sporting.

John was just reaching for the handle to shut the water off when he spotted a very mischievous and very curious-looking muzzle pushing its way past the cloth curtain. “My, my, don't you look lovely when you're soaked. Almost as shiny as when you're wearing your scales," she purred, flitting her earfrills and smiling at him. Her teeth glinted white against her darkscaled lips.

He jumped back from the handle before he could kill the water and nearly lost his footing in surprise. “Ah! Talara… I, you woke up!" he said to distract from the fact that he was turning away from the dragoness to hide his stiff cock from her view. It was a futile gesture, considering how much she had already seen.

“Yes, I did, and I noticed you were not beside me. It was upsetting, you know," she murmured lightly as she began to nudge the shower curtain open, making a cursory inspection of the size of the tub. It was a fairly large affair for a single person, but John could see through the glint in her eyes and practically count the ticks of the gears turning in her head.

“I don't think you're going to fit in here with me," John lied. Talara was long; he could see she was about twice as long as he was tall, but half of that length was in her sinuous tail, and in overall bulk she was possibly as large as the wolf hybrid dog his brother had bought a few years prior, which meant she could fit, even if it would be a rather snug fit.

Talara seemed to be thinking the same thing. “Are you trying to brush me off?" the dragoness asked, sounding hurt. “And to think with how dirty you made me you don't want me to get clean with you. Rude." She pushed the curtain all the way back with a forepaw and promptly began to slide her scaled self into the tub, stroking her tail along his thigh slowly in the process. Water spattered over her, splashing onto the tiled floor and darkening her scales.

She made a show of slipping in with him, accentuating her lithe form with teasing feline grace. Clawtips clicked against the porcelain; the dragoness turned her head to watch him as she slowly slipped her hindquarters into the tub, arching her tailbase up to show off the way the water trickled along the side of it and down her thighs… and especially showing off the pair of scaled slits beneath it. The rest of her tail she curled around his side to stroke down his back, tickling over his spine and prodding against his tailbone to coax him to face her.

John growled and grabbed midway down Talara's tail with his right hand. “I have work to do, Talara," he said tersely. “I don't have time for… for this." Despite his words, he could not resist letting his eyes drop to stare at the dragoness' exposed nethers. It wasn't helping the aroused state of his shaft, either.

Talara uttered a bell-like chitter of a laugh. “Your mouth says one thing," she purred and slide her pointed tailtip from his butt and around his hips to trace along the underside of his cock, “but your body is telling me a completely different story. Come now, don't you want to clean your dragoness?" She hiked her hips up a little higher, lifting her forepaws over the far lip of the tub and lifting her left hindleg. Her hips gave a wiggle while her lifted hindpaw arched back at him, sending a river of water from her big toe.

“You're insatiable," he scowled at the expectant look she gave him. He could not help the fact that his hips pressed forward against the lightest touch of her tailtip on his shaft, a soft groan escaping his lips when she glanced across his head. The scales on her tail were much more fine than the rest of her, a fact she demonstrated with her apparent ability to coil about the base of his shaft while hefting his sac and nudging him about. John's grip on Talara's tail tightened firmly enough that his fingertips dug against her scales. “But fine, if we make it quick," he finally conceded.

She laughed again and flicked her one earfrill. Her tail was collecting water, too, sending more of it washing down to the thicker base and between her thighs, over the larger split in her scales that was already parted slightly, showing off the contrasting pink of her hide and inner flesh beneath. “Whatever you say. I am sure you will take as long as you need."

John narrowed his eyes at her. Without a word he pushed his hand further up Talara's tail and stepped closer. With the water washing over him from behind and above, he was able to shelter the dragoness' ass from too much splatter, which was just as well considered he wanted to be able to see what he was doing. John got down on his knees behind the dragoness, one hand resting beneath her lifted thigh while the other slipped up under the base of her tail, right behind the smaller of her vents. The heat from her scaled rear was noticeable despite how hot the water was, and he could still pick up the spice of her arousal on the air. She was a randy little thing, certainly.

Talara dropped her head to watch what he was doing, shaking her wings to clear them of water before arcing one back to send the ensuing stream atop his head. “Oh, I see what is on your mind," she grinned and flickered her tongue in his direction. “A tonguebath, lovely John?" The dragoness growled his name near the end, pulling her lifted hindleg higher.

It was all too much for John to go on resisting. He mimicked the motion, sticking his tongue out at her before pushing her tailbase higher and moving his head up under it. Talara shifted her tail behind him to keep the rushing water out of his face, treating him to an expectant growl and a shake of her hips. John groaned, gripped the base of the dragoness' tail, and pressed in to give her a kiss, right on the lips.

The dragoness' pussy was slick with her arousal despite the cleansing wash of water just moments before. John kept in mind the feel of her he had gotten earlier with his fingers, closing his eyes and dragging his tongue between that split in her netherscales to caress the silken smooth flesh of her outer lips. She tasted as she smelled, a spicy, slightly sour musk that only seemed amplified by the damp, misty air in the shower.

Talara uttered a pleased hissing growl when John lapped at her again, digging his tongue deeper into her. He pushed her lifted thigh a little higher and brought his other hand from her tailbase to rest on the opposite side of her cunny, pulling at the scales to spread her lips wider. The slickened petals of her heated sex parted when he repeated the motion, twisting his head to worm his tongue past her hood to graze over the engorged button of her clit.

That had the dragoness nearly bucking into his face. She slapped the rim of the tub with one forepaw and smacked the end of her tail over his ass, pulling him closer beneath her. “Ahhh! Always right to the… point," she panted, her eyes going halflidded and her maw parting to let her tongue loll sideways out of it.

John grunted at the slap she gave him and rewarded her behavior by pulling her pussylips wider with one hand and grinding his face harder between her thighs until he could catch her clit delicately between his teeth, dragging slowly over that heated bit of her arousal. He slipped his index and middle finger into her tunnel at the same time, working in deep enough that he caught the rougher patch of her g-spot, stroking hard at her from the inside.

The snarling hiss this brought from the dragoness' maw was like music to his ears. She did her best to push herself against his face, her one planted hindpaw slipping on the wet porcelain until it was beside his right knee. John was completely lost in the act of eating the dragoness now, with her ass shoved so wantonly into his face; her lifted hindleg made it much easier for him to press in a bit closer and start to tease beneath Talara's clit. A steady, slick drool of dragoness arousal met his tongue and fingers, filling his nostrils with the scent of her desire, coating his tongue and digits. He hooked his fingertips lightly just inside her tunnel and spread her enough that he could start to tease his tongue that much deeper, lapping at her with a quick, controlled rhythm.

Talara showed herself to be just as vocal with his tongue between her thighs as she had been with just his hand. “Oh! John, that's…" she churred huskily down at him, swaying her hips in time with the lap of his tongue. There was a certain shudder to her frame that he could feel in her lifted thigh, combined with the firm squeeze of her shallower muscles against his fingers that hinted she was getting close.

He redoubled his efforts to please her, sneaking his fingers around again to tease over her g-spot while worming his tongue almost as deep. His chin was tucked so close to the dragoness' nethers that it ground against the petals of her clitoral hood, squeezing her button against her own aroused, heated flesh. Talara growled out a deep, whining note in her throat that stretched from a few heartbeats to a few seconds, growing in pitch while the muscles of her thighs and tailbase grew tenser and tenser.

Finally, her call reached a sharp crescendo. She snarled out and flatted her earfrills against her skull, slapping the rim of the rub once more while her hips gave a hard buck at him. The inner walls of the dragoness' sex clenched all at once as she came, a slick and musky squirt of dragoness femcum flooding over John's face. Talara ground back at his lips as well as she could with the one leg still lifted, eagerly pushing close to him. He did his best to give her what she wanted, not lapsing in the motion of tongue or fingers inside her spasming pussy despite the flood of her climax combined with the wash of the shower nearly drowning him. Her eyes squeezed shut and her tailtip lashed against the side of the tub, so deep in her pleasure that she seemed unable to control the motions of her pleasure-stricken frame.

The moment it seemed like Talara's orgasm as fading, John pulled his head from beneath her tail, letting his fingers pluck past her lips a moment later. She was panting and gasping for breath, her wings drooping to the bottom of the tub. He let her right leg drop back down; she parted one eye to watch him as he pushed her hips forward a few inches and slipped himself back for better room. The dragoness seemed to know what he was doing without needed to speak. The half-lidded, come-hither gaze she gave him didn't hide the fiery need he could see in her eyes as she wiggled her hips and pushed her tailbase up and off to the side.

John arched higher on his knees, hooking the base of her tail in the crook of his right arm as he placed it midway up her flank, bringing himself closer once more. He reached his other hand forward and grasped at the arm of her left wing, pulling her slight frame back until he felt the slick heat of her sex resting on the blunt tip of his cock. Water spilled down the dragoness' back as she shifted her angle. It was almost an awkward position; doggy style wasn't going to be the easiest with Talara, but damn did he want it, and he was going to have it.

The only prompting the dragoness had to give him was a husky, rolling growl and a push of her hips that had her lips kissing his head. He tightened his grip on her wingarm. “Come here, Talara," he uttered, thrusting his hips forward. John gasped as the wet heat of the dragoness' cunny enveloped his shaft, her petals and tunnel spreading about him to coat him in the same slick mess still dripping down his face. Her hindclaws scrabbled uselessly at the wet porcelain as his thrust had him hilting in her clenching heat in one swoop, nearly lifting her scaled rear into the air.

“Nmmf!" Talara grunted back at him. Her tailtip lashed through the stream of water behind his head, and the needy glint in her eyes flared up brighter. She pushed back into his grip with her forepaws, her sexlips nearly kissing the base of his cock. John hovered there for a few breaths to savor the delicious feel of the dragoness' heat consuming him, the quickened beat of her heart easily felt through the silken muscles she squeezed at him.

She worked her inner muscles at him in a rolling wave; John could not help but groan in concert with her as he drew back a few inches and thrust at her again, slapping his thighs wetly against her ass. Her tail flopped over his right shoulder and slapped down his back when he repeated the motion, pulling him forward in an intimate hug. She looked away from him, tilting her head into the air and gurgling out a happy moan as he set the pace.

The sight he had of the dragoness' back, of her arching beneath him and begging with her body even more so than her voice sent John into another dream-flashback. He could almost feel his scales rasping over hers, his teeth on her neck as he rode her. Talara liked it rough. He knew that, and it was all too obvious now that he considered how she had been taunting him minutes before. With that in mind he bucked his hips hard at the dragoness, strengthening each thrust with a firm grind at the end of each and pulling her tailbase to arch her haunches up so he could grind the head of his cock against her g-spot with each push into her.

The rough, quick rhythm John set had then both shuddering before too long. He was helpless to fight the impending wave of his climax. The dragoness was too warm, too needy, and too eager for his love to warrant even a modicum of resistance. “Hah!" he panted out as he toppled over the edge, slamming hard against Talara's scaled undertail. His hand squeezed hard at the hide of her wingarm as he came, cock jumping inside her. The first shot of his seed flooded into the dragoness' cunny; she snarled out huskily and batted her tail against his back.

He could feel the tensing clench of her inner muscles as she edged for a moment after… and then let loose a rolling roar as she came about him on his next thrust. “Yisss!" she hissed out and bucked her hips into his lap. Her inner muscles clenched down hard on John's cock, gripping about him like a glove as the first roll of her orgasm hit. He dropped his eyes to watch the needy little thrust she gave at him each time he drove in, riding out his climax with a quick, hard hammering of his hips until their mixed arousal and cum drooled free from those bluescaled lips, quickly washed away by the flow of water down her thighs.

If anything his second experience fucking Talara seemed to last longer than the first, his hips working against the dragoness' to drive them both to their eventual mutual exhaustion. He thrust hard one final time at those scaled hips as his orgasm tapered off and hers settled. They were both panting by the end of it. John spluttered as he lifted his head and water began rolling down his face, but the view he had of a spent, nearly-limp purplescaled dragoness was well worth it. As they relaxed, they slipped further apart. His cock slide free from her drooling cunny, exposing the pink lips of her sex and the way the scales that normally kept her tightly closed had relaxed enough to show off the view of his efforts.

John took a few seconds to collect himself. Talara said nothing, her eyes closed and her head dropping to rest on the edge of the tub as she panted for breath. The lust-driven fog faded from his mind and he took a moment to review the fact that he had just fucked a dragoness in his own shower. He stared as long as he could at her lovely form before tearing his eyes free and rising to his feet when he remembered he was still due to sign in to work.

The dragoness cast him a grumpy, narrowed-eyed look as he shut off the water and pulled a towel off the nearby shelf to dry himself. “What?" he asked as he toweled himself off, stepping out of the shower. She said nothing, but that glower of hers deepened. “What? What is it, Talara?" John repeated, making brisk work of drying. The dragoness did not move from the shower. Her tail dropped to the bottom of the tub, a thousand glistening rivulets of water spilling down her scales as they dried. Oh. “Right, a towel. Fine, here," he said, grabbing a second towel from the shelf. With a grin he tossed it at the dripping dragoness, smacking her across the neck and head.

She growled and lifted one wing to brush the cloth away from her head so she could continue to stare disapprovingly at him. The tip of her tail flicked around like a cat about to pounce, but there was a spark of mischief in her eyes that made him think she was just cooking up problems for him in that scaled head of hers, so he said, “I've got to go to work, so you're going to have to dry yourself of, dragoness."

With that, John made a quick, naked dash into his office and settled down into the comfy, wide-armed chair. He was halfway through typing his password when Talara's voice echoed from the bathroom. “Oh John," she lilted, drawing out his name slowly.

He gave a groan. He had just met her, but he was starting to recognize that playful tickle in her voice. “Yes, Talara?" he called back.

“You didn't even *wash* be, dear John. I'm afraid we're going to have to repeat the process all over again…"