FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Author's Notes:

Currently the last and most recent of my AWSW oneshots. This was directly inspired by a picture of ECK Naomi, made by Pikajota. I will not be posting a link here. It can be found on E621, FA, and the AWSW Discord.

This short story is aimed at accomplishing two things: a decent first-person POV story...... and hot fucking sex.

This is my first attempt at writing smut, but feedback has been good. I have been told it's "good f*p material", soooo I hope y'all enjoy it as much as they did.

The story novelizes a portion of the fourth date in the mod and goes beyond the written text. It starts midway into it, so you need to have played both the AWSW vanilla game and ECK's "Solitary Mind" mod before reading this. Again, this isn't gonna be an innocent little piece of lime. This is gonna be fucking smut. A lemon. A huge lemon.

I need the experience writing one, which is why I did not decline this new challenge. I have to admit, I was challenged at some point. I got writer's block several times! Just like the previous AWSW short stories, the MC will be named Saunders, in honor of that sick bastard.

Anyway... it's time to start the ride. Once again, I'd like to remind everybody who's reading this that POOLSIDE IS AN NSFW PIECE. It's rated M for a reason, so read responsibly. If you don't like it being NSFW, then why the hell are you here?

Otherwise, enjoy!

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POOLSIDE

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"I thought you were wary of drinking."

"I am."

"But that's a lot of wine," I countered.

She smirked. "I'm also a lot of dragon."

I cracked a grin. "Oh my."

My eyes trailed along the contours of her body while Naomi postured in our pool suite. The poses she took highlighted the size of her body. She was the perfect specimen of a beautiful dragoness. Her scales were the greyish blue of a cloudy sky. Frills ran down the crown of her head all the way to the base of her tail, each a colorful gradient of red and grey blue, and each supported by stiff but pliable spines.

She was a sea dragon, Naomi called herself. I believed it when we first met, and I discarded any doubts I might have had about her ability to swim when we went to the beach the other day and had an unforgettable adventure underwater. After all, it wasn't everyday an average human like myself had the privilege of being the ambassador to an alien civilization of sentient reptiles. Neither was it common for someone in my position to have a chance at befriending one of their own in such a close, intimate setting.

"What should we drink to?" I asked her. I was glad our worlds shared the custom of toasts.

Naomi hesitated. She looked a little nervous. "Maybe you should choose."

I wondered if she hadn't thought of an answer yet. "You're the host, so you get to go first."

"Alright," she acquiesced. Naomi paused for a few seconds. It only served to raise my suspicion, and her next words validated it. "To our meeting, then."

I didn't want to tease her for it when we were just getting started on our drinks. The serious discussion we had a while ago still lingered in my mind. I didn't want to dwell on that right now and there was only one way to do it. So I raised my plastic cup—Naomi's idea, to avoid the risk of leaving glass shards around the pool—and met the small bowl cupped between her paws.

"To our meeting," I said, taking note of how the two-inch claws sported by each digit of her forepaws didn't touch the plastic, let alone penetrate them and empty the wine inside.

We gulped down our drink. True to its name, it had a light fruity taste with a very minor alcohol flavor. Both of us emptied roughly half of our respective vessels. I would be lying if I didn't admit I was slightly disappointed. I was used to stronger liquor back on Earth.

"A decent taste," Naomi said, smacking her chops.

I replied, "Almost like juice." I hoped my feelings didn't show—

"We wouldn't want to get too tipsy," the dragoness replied as though reading my thoughts. "I have work tomorrow, and you're probably going to be quite busy as well." With Reza still at large, armed, dangerous, and unpredictable? It would definitely be a busy day.

I tried not to think about that and joked with Naomi a little. "But hangover at work is so much fun."

"Not with my duties," she responded, sternly. "And most certainly not with something as important as yours."

I looked over the snacks she brought with her. I didn't recognize any of the packaging, but I recognized the seafood tray and whatever passed for flavored potato chips in this world. "It's not like it would endanger the political relations between our two worlds or something, right?" I answered, if playfully, as I pulled out the seafood tray.

Sliced fish and prawns wrapped in seaweed. I locked eyes with Naomi. This was most likely hers. I didn't think she would mind if I had a little.

"Of course not."

The snacks weren't anything huge, but they had a fine taste and they quelled the peckish sensation in my stomach. I decided to leave the rest of the tray for Naomi and went for the chips instead. They were crunchy, but their consistency and texture didn't match my memories of potato chips. The flavor was different. Salt and cheese, I thought.

We had a few bites in silence. Naomi settled next to the lounge chair I was sitting on, munching down some fish. She glanced at me every now and then.

After some time, I picked up my cup again. "My turn now, I guess."

Naomi perked at my movement. "Go ahead," she said. She gazed at me with such attention the words I was going to say couldn't come out of my mouth. I intended on starting off our toast to the future, something safer, if appropriate to our work.

I couldn't help looking into her green eyes. Full of life and intelligence. Even gratitude for how I kept my cool the other day and sought her out as soon as she panicked and rushed away to sulk in her massive screw-up. My gaze lowered and hovered over her muzzle. Over her lips. They were curled into a warm smile. I could see the individual scales on them.

The little tiny round things were smooth. The flesh behind them, thin and soft. Not as plump or squishy as human lips but certainly smoother and just as warm. I felt my face grow warm, recalling how I had basically frenched this dragon a few minutes ago. I enjoyed the way her long tongue felt in my mouth.

"To the wonderful thing we share," I blurted, letting my heart take the reins. "And let it stay strong for years to come."

Verbally acknowledging what had just been established between us stirred something inside Naomi. "No matter what challenges the future holds, I'm happy to have you by my side today, Saunders."

The happy expression on her snout filled me with the urge to throw myself on Naomi and kiss her every inch of her face. "And I'm happy to be here," I said. "With you."

Rather than acting like a sex-deprived maniac I exercised every bit of my self-control on restraining my urges and focused all my attention on my fruit wine. I took another sip of my drink, mindful to keep enough of it for at least one final round.

"Ahhh…" I sighed. The fruit wine was a refreshing drink. "That was good."

Naomi didn't reply. She glanced at our vessels and saw how little was left inside. "Our cups are almost dry. Maybe we should get the final one out of the way. What do you say?"

I checked the amount remaining in my cup. About one mouthful left, maybe two. "Sure."

What Naomi had in mind took me completely, utterly by surprise. "Only a few days ago," she started, "we met at the production facility. But somehow I trust you completely as if we had known each other for many long years."

I nodded as she went on, "I wish the circumstances were different, and your stay in our world was a lot more pleasant with less stress." Me too, Naomi. Me too.

"But," the dragoness stressed, "despite all odds, you showed me compassion and gave me something I never experienced before. Something I truly hope we're going to share for decades to come."

Naomi leaned close. She nudged the bridge of my nose with her own. Her tongue slipped out, ghosted my lips. "To you, Saunders."

The effort she put into her words and the loving gesture at the end had me in a trance. "Whoa." I was in awe. "That was impressive."

Suddenly the confident analyst shrunk back into her shell. She broke eye contact with me, staring at the floor with an embarrassed but cute smile on her muzzle. "Thanks. I was thinking about what to tell you all evening."

I grinned. "I'd say you did well."

We said our cheers and gulped down all that remained of our wine. Soon, my cup and Naomi's bowl were empty and we stuffed them back into now much lighter paper bags. I leaned back in my lounge chair, while the dragoness chose to settle on the tiled floor by my feet.

A relaxed sigh came out of my mouth as I reflected on her words. It was true. If circumstances had been different, the stress caused by a colleague gone rogue, the uncertain fate of humanity back home, and the specter of the Chixculub meteor wouldn't be haunting us in the back of our minds. Naomi and I would be relaxing here, content with each other's company and, perhaps, looking forward to work tomorrow. Even making plans for the days, the weeks to follow.

But if circumstances had been different, maybe I never would've made it to this world. I'd have remained stuck in a post-apocalyptic Earth, fighting for survival. Or maybe, if Reza didn't have ulterior motives or if Izumi wasn't around to manipulate the events unfolding in this "time loop" I found myself in, we would've never met at all. An ambassador and a police analyst wouldn't have much reason to work closely together, let alone meet up with.

In a way, I was grateful to them. Otherwise, I wouldn't be together with Naomi right now, admiring the way her scales shone under the light. Her tail went back and forth, fully comfortable as she laid on the floor. The sleek curves of her body, the pink of her wing membranes, and her rump were all so beautiful. I could stare at Naomi for hours...

Outside, the sun had almost completely sunk beneath the horizon, but still gave the cloud a faint red hue.

"Hey, Saunders," Naomi spoke.

I gazed down at her as she continued, adorably bobbing her head, "Want to go for another short swim in a few minutes?"

I gave her a knowing smile. Figured as much. Well, Naomi was a sea dragon. "Is it safe?" I asked her. "I mean, we just drank and had food. Muscle or stomach cramps can get pretty dangerous in the water."

She stood on all fours. "Don't overstrain yourself, and if anything happens"—Naomi stretched herself out for a few seconds, groaning. I swear I heard a few pops beneath her scales.—"I'll get you out no problem."

"What about you?"

"I'm not susceptible to them the same way you and some land dragons are," Naomi sneered, cheekily. She walked up to the poo's edge and lazily slipped into the water, making little to no splash. I followed suit, albeit my entry was much less grateful.

What was supposed to be a short swim, a quick dunk in the pool became a full-blown immersion. For a time, we enjoyed splashing, slowly swimming, or simply relaxing on the shallow part. True to her nature, Naomi naturally loved staying in the water. I watched her glide underwater, doing laps. She sometimes propelled herself out of the water like a dolphin—a blue, scaly dolphin—and, after landing with a massive splash, rolled continuously from back to belly. She laughed and tittered, enjoying the motions. I've never seen anyone make an alligator death roll look fun.

Then again, I've never met a sentient dragon until the day I arrived in this world.

Naomi was giggling when she offered to take me for a ride around the pool. The area was large enough for some fun underwater swimming, the depth at a good 15 feet in the deep end. I clung to her scales and she'd shoot through the air like a fish. I couldn't hold onto her for any longer than fifteen, twenty seconds, not with the way she darted about in the water.

Normally I'd let go of Naomi then and start floating off into either side of the pool. She'd surface—sometimes she'd come up underneath me and push me up, letting me cling to her neck. The dragoness would titter and sigh as the thrill of the swim faded off into the ether. We'd then stare into each other's eyes for a few seconds, a precious moment passing between us before the cycle began anew. I've never imagined that the wide almond-shaped slits of a reptile could be so cute.

Eventually, exhaustion caught up with me, and I decided to make my way back. Naomi climbed out of the water as well, droplets freely rolling off her scales. The sun was gone. The sky had gone dark. My skin was wrinkly. I chuckled when I noticed how Naomi was inspecting it with mild interest.

How long had we been swimming? I… I actually couldn't remember. A tired yawn escaped my lips. "It's getting late. I doubt I can return to my apartment now."

Naomi smiled at me, a sway in her hips. The way her tail moved in perfect tandem drew my attention. "This place is all ours until morning," she said, playfully. Her smile grew wider as she sang out.

Thoughts of consternation filled my head. I looked around the pool suite. Nothing but lounge chairs and a few tables on top of a hard, tiled floor. There weren't even towels aside from the one that had been given to me on the way in.

I groaned. "Where am I going to sleep, though?" I cringed. It wasn't exactly the kind of ending I had in mind for tonight. "I… guess one of the lounge chairs will do—

Naomi slammed into my body before I even realized it. She lunged at me with full power and strength, going from a relaxed position on all fours to quite literally being in my face. Suddenly I found my back pressed against the floor, with the dragoness resting on top of me.

While most of her weight was shifted to her arms and legs, I was still practically pinned down by Naomi's soft underside. I felt her forepaw between me and the floor. Her draconic hand supported the back of my head and neck, working like a small pillow. I looked up at her face. Our eyes met.

She had the biggest grin I'd ever seen on her muzzle. The temptation to lift my head up and smash her lips with my own strengthened the longer we stayed in this position. I could feel her tail wagging vigorously, slapping into my feet. I wondered if Naomi was thinking the same thing.

"Naomi," I blithely crooned, "what are you doing?"

The fact she didn't shrink away at the question was revealing. I squirmed, trapped under her. I was starting to feel anxious… concerned about the fire slowly gathering in my nethers. Oblivious to the tension accumulating underneath her belly, Naomi answered, "After all the affection and care you've given me, I thought maybe you and I…"

Her voice trailed. I shifted a little, my shins brushing up against a damp spot near the base of her tail. I knew Naomi felt that too; the dragoness flinched from our brief—very brief contact. She hardly inched back while looking at me with a gauche expression. The bluish-grey scales on her flews took on a slight, near-imperceptible shade of red. "...You know…"

Awww! My heart melted at the sight. Naomi couldn't even say it out loud. She was so adorable. It took everything in me to keep my hands still.

"Take it a little further," I finished for her.

"Yes." As though regaining courage, the dragoness brought her muzzle close. "I don't know when or even if we'll get another chance…"

The tip of Naomi's muzzle was almost touching my lips. Her mouth had parted. I could see—could even hear her tongue fidgeting, squelching in her maw. She was waiting for the right moment to strike. Waiting for my consent.

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To be honest, this was one of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make. I wanted to get into it as soon as possible and give this lovely, shapely reptile a pounding neither of us would forget for the rest of our lives. Then again, I've never thought I'd actually get to the point of literally fucking a dragon, and I was… strangely, I was a bit hesitant to take the final step.

I decided to draw it out a little more, to buy myself a bit of time. "Sorry, but I can't do this."

My words completely blindsided Naomi. Like a strong, solid blow to the gut, her mood deflated instantly. Her eyes dilated. She gasped, unable to react properly. She scrambled to get back on all fours and helped me get back up.

Naomi couldn't meet my eyes, neither when she tendered her paw to me nor when I took it to pull myself up to my feet. Her wings had wilted. I could perceive the powerful disappointment in her body language.

…...I started regretting my decision. Maybe it would've been better to leap fearlessly into the nasty rather than seeing immense shame come over her. "I don't know what took over me. Please," Naomi pleaded, "don't take it wrong."

My brain did a double take for a moment. That wasn't a reaction I expected considering our first kiss earlier.

"It's not your fault," I waved it off. I cupped her cheek fins and made small circles on the membranes with my thumb. So delightfully soft. "I'm just not ready yet to go this far," I lied. Imagining how Naomi would react when I finally made my move excited me a little. "It wouldn't feel right."

"I see."

Gently, I wrapped my arm around the base of her neck. I pulled her towards me. She leaned into my chest and breathed in my scent. I was thinking where to proceed from here when Naomi once again took initiative and nudged me.

"I-I could offer you something else, though."

"What is it?"

"Well…" she fidgeted, kneading the tiles directly under her. "You're light enough, I can sleep on any hard surface, and"—Naomi couldn't keep her eyes on me—"my underbelly scales are quite soft. You know…"

"That…" I paused for dramatic effect. I didn't want to let Naomi down any further, but I couldn't have her thinking I'd jump right into it willy-nilly like some pervert. "Does sound great right about now. If it isn't really a problem for you, of course."

Naomi perked up. "Not at all," she said, the higher pitch of her voice revealing a glimpse into her excitement.

Her tail coiled along my arm and gave it a squeeze. The dragoness moved to a more open area, away from furniture. She slowly laid down and rolled over onto her back. With her limbs dangling in the air, she looked so vulnerable and oddly cute. I couldn't help but stay in place for a time.

"Come closer," she said, keeping her neck raised. "You wouldn't want to stand there all night."

"Oh, right. Sorry."

I followed her invitation. I took off the swimsuit she gave me and changed into my casual wear. I didn't think she'd mind if I didn't bother wearing the rest of my outfit.

I approached Naomi, my thoughts punctuated with vivid speculations of how she'd feel and how she'd react as I climbed on top of her underbelly. Little did I know of the plan working in her brain. Just like before, she'd been waiting hungrily for a chance to strike. Biding her time until I gave my consent—until I walked over to her.

Without warning, she grabbed me by the sides and pulled me towards her chest while leaning backward at the same time. Her wings closed above me like a giant blanket.

The sudden move caught me by surprise as it eliminated the very problem I was pondering over. I felt her heavy breath wash over my head and shoulders whilst I deeply inhaled the scent of her scales. To me, the strongest image that came to mind was that of a mild but earthy swamp, garnished with a touch of salt. Her natural odor was not oppressive in the slightest, but it reminded me so much of nature and the bestial character of my partner that it still took a few moments to acclimatize to.

I rolled my head over her scales and squirmed with all my limbs as far as she permitted me to. There was nothing I could feel around me that wasn't her: the unmoving arms on my back, the thighs keeping my legs together, the thick tail coiled around my feet, and the wings enveloping the rest of my body. I clutched her shoulders and clasped my hands together behind her neck. I took in another deep breath.

I had to admit, I was getting addicted to her scent—

"Feeling comfy?"

The smug tone in her voice had me chuckling. "Very. Who needs lounge chairs anyway?"

Laying down on Naomi like this, I couldn't help but surrender myself completely. The scales on her underside were truly, wonderfully soft. Warm to the touch, they undulated wherever skin met scale. I ran my arms and thighs along her, pressed my knees into her flank, and rubbed my face on those gray scales. The only comparison I had in mind were premium leather bags luxury department stores used to sell in pre-flare Earth, but they couldn't hold a candle to my beloved dragoness.

I flattened my ear on her breast and listened to the inner workings of Naomi's body. The deep breathing of her lungs, the innards gurgling away our snacks and liquor, and the heart beat I swore was attuned to my own. My ears relished the shuffling of her wings and the subtle movements of every muscle, every organ that kept her alive.

Listening to Naomi so intimately like this was itself a form of serenity.

Using the given opportunity, I gently ran my hand along her soft scales in long, firm motions. I began with her neck, where my hands were, and slowly moved towards her shoulders. With every pass, her tense muscles softened up little by little.

I heard Naomi sigh. I glanced up and met her gaze. I smiled, seeing the content grin on her snout. "Now… I'm even more jealous of your hands, Saunders."

No dragon could match the duality of human fingers. I was unparalleled there. Even Emera, the town's councilor, couldn't resist my special human touch, and that was a massive dragon.

I heard a small whine. The dragoness leaned forward and gave the tip of my nose a playful lick. Her tongue smelled like the wine we drank, the texture strong, powerful, and slippery. I could've caught it in my mouth if I'd been paying more attention to her. Now that's an idea for next time…

Time to take this up a notch. I quickly switched my attention to the area behind her horns and frills. I crawled forward a little for stability, then increased the pressure. Naomi tilted her head and pushed against my hand the moment I started scratching.

"Rrrrrr," Naomi let out a content growl. Her body shook up slightly. A good sign.

I decided to reward the dragoness for her patience. Slowly and carefully, not to cause her any discomfort, I pulled my body up a little and pressed my lips against hers. I heard a light gasp. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she soon returned the gesture, not hesitating to use her tongue. Her wings shifted every now and then, making quiet rustling noises.

Naomi finally shut her eyes, as did I. I held her muzzle in place while we explored each other, winding and twisting our tongues together. I plunged my heart and soul into the feelings of this moment, into each and every sensation—the hard bumps on her ribbed palate; the shape and size of her fangs; the soft, springy flesh under her tongue; the tiny bumps on her muculent tongue, its savory, meaty taste, and the way it overpowered my meager attempt to probe further. She poked everywhere inside my mouth. I felt my cheeks bulging as it fit in more and more of this dragoness's long, sinewy tongue.

All we could hear in the silence were our ragged breathing and the constant smacking of our lips. Naomi's scent permeated my senses. I have never had a kiss as intense, as passionate as this in my entire life. Soon we broke off from each other, panting heavily. I gazed at her happily smiling face and rubbed her cheek.

My eyes took in the sight of her scaly muzzle, the markings on her flews and under her eyes, the dorsal frills on the crown of her head, the black horns extending straight up and away from me, and...

And...

At that exact moment, it had truly dawned on me that Naomi was an attractive dragon. That I was attracted to her. Any residual doubts I might have had from copulating with a sentient reptile died for good.

So I decided.

It was finally time to take things further and go as far as possible.

"Naomi," I said with conviction in my voice.

"Yes?"

"Do you want to, um… keep going further?"

The question startled her. "But you said you couldn't, and it wouldn't feel right."

I chuckled. "Maybe," I replied with a playful grin, "I was just playing hard to get and wanted to take it a little slower." I nuzzled her nose. "I think it paid off."

Her shy, awkward stare dissolved into a coquettish smile. "So, that's how you want to do it. You got me there, I admit."

"Would that be a yes?"

Naomi leaned forward and poked my nose, too. "Yeah. I'd be glad to share this night with you."

I tore off my clothes—all but my underwear—and threw them to the side. I wanted to feel this dragoness on every single place my skin met her scales. We were reunited in our kiss in an instant. No longer held back by doubts and reservations, we were fully committed to each other. My hands traveled along her soft neck and chest scales, while I soon found her arms holding me tightly around the shoulders.

For a time, I forgot about everything. There was only she, I, and the warmth we shared.

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I lost all track of time during our fiery passion. All my senses focused on her. She nuzzled, lapped, and nipped, mirroring nearly all my actions in perfect synchrony. Pleased, excited growls rumbled in my ears as I groaned.

I wanted more.

We yearned from more.

Her wings squeezed me tighter—pinned me in place and allowed her forepaws to roam around wherever she wished. Naomi was careful not to wound me with her claws, though it would only be when I returned to my apartment tomorrow morning that I would find several light cuts across my back, arms, shoulders, and chest. The warmth within me heated up and our ardent kiss flared like a flame fed with wind.

I mashed, I ground my lips into Naomi's parting maw. My face easily slipped inside. Slickened with her saliva, the dragoness's hot, heavy breaths wafted past me. The cloying smell of her mouth pervaded my senses. She reacted with rapid sweeps of her tongue across my soaked skin while I explored as far as our biology allowed.

Naomi's paws supported my head and pinned it to her mouth, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I responded in kind and, bringing both hands to her snout, held it in place. Thoughts of how normal people wouldn't do this brushed against my mind once, only to shatter before the strength and constitution of my conviction—my determination to make love to this dragoness and claim her for life.

Or maybe it was because I nearly gagged when she thrust her tongue deep to poke and prod even the back of my throat?

If only I had her reach.

A strange sensation sprung to life in my nethers. I felt the heat slowly rising inside me, spreading throughout my body, and… it didn't feel right. It felt unbearable.

In my mind I lamented how life had its ways of interrupting things that were progressing very well. With great diffidence, I pushed away from Naomi. Her tongue audibly popped out from my burgeoning cheeks and strings of dragon saliva attempted to follow me away from her maw

Naomi looked as though she was in a trance for a second before realizing I created some distance. Her eyes focused on me. We both took a few moments to catch our breaths.

"Saunders?" she said, expectantly.

I gave the dragoness a light peck on her nose. "Not just yet." I frowned. "I need to take a little break." Giving her a sheepish grin, I could feel my cheeks turning red. "I, uh, all that wine we drank is catching up to me."

"Oh. Okay."

"Do you need to go too?"

Naomi smirked at me. "I'm all right. I told you earlier, didn't I?" She giggled, "I am a lot of dragon."

"And that dragon's all mine," I said. Her grin widened. I brushed my leg up against the damp spot near it. It was soaked. She was ready. I had to be quick. "Be right back, Naomi."

Her tail thumped the floor once before I was slowly—reluctantly—released. "Don't take too long."

I had no intention of letting this chance slip away. I ran to the shower room and went straight into the cubicle. With only my underwear on, it wasn't that long before I felt relief. I couldn't help but groan. I must have held it in for long.

In a way, this was a good thing. When we resumed, there would most definitely be no more interruptions. The amount of piss streaming into the bowl gave me some time to process what was next.

In a matter of minutes I was going to fuck Naomi. Yes, I told myself. Saunders, you're about to bang a dragon. An actual dragon. A mythical species that once existed only in fantasy and apparently viewed humankind as mythical itself. Naomi and I would be the first interspecies pair in our respective civilizations. Questions started circulating in my head. How would it feel? How would it compare to the "standard way"? Were there any biological differences to catch me by surprise? Would I be able to bypass them? Compensate for them? Or… would they even enhance the experience, for both of us?

I felt my excitement growing. None of these chipped away at my decision to copulate with Naomi. I was going through with this no matter what. The thought breathed some life in my loins. I could feel myself going half-erect. I had to push the shaft down just to avoid making a mess out of the toilet bowl. Despite my increasing arousal, worry started gnawing at me.

What if this didn't work? What if I disappointed Naomi? Because, in a way, this was an extension of my duties as an Ambassador to the land of dragons. One of my friends might even say I was representing my species in the bedroom. What I do later—how I perform could make or break Naomi's experience tonight. A healthy sex life was the foundation of many a loving relationship, and if she didn't enjoy this, we might have problems in the future.

I shook the thoughts out of my head. Thinking over this was just a waste of time. Whether this would play out in our favor or not, the mere fact we're doing this—the mere fact we're trying was important by itself.

When I returned to the pool, with cool water dripping down my fingers, Naomi had rolled over to her side and appeared to be having a mental debate with herself. She saw me walking out. "Saunders, are you okay? You took a long time."

I answered, "Sorry, I emptied out as much as I could."

"That's okay," Naomi said. The dragoness ogled me, her green eyes alight with expectation. "But are you still up for...?"

"You bet I am," I shot back with a confident smirk. "I didn't piss everything out. Naomi, all that's left is something special I've been saving ONLY for you."

Naomi's mouth suddenly broke into a jubilant grin. "Something special, you say? I'm definitely looking forward to that. You might not know this, but Adine once told me all her theories about the… hypothetical experience of copulating with humans."

I cringed. That reply meant Naomi was coming into this with expectations of her own. "Previously hypothetical, you mean."

Chuckling, Naomi trilled, "Yes, now that I have a mythical and very cuddly human all to myself."

"You've always had me," I admitted. "I loved you from the moment we met."

"Awww," Naomi cooed. "Saunders, you're so sweet."

With a smile, she rolled over a little and once again rested on her back. Unlike earlier this evening, the dragoness had more confidence in herself. It showed in the way she accentuated every part of her body to me.

In contrast to the first time, she spread her hindlegs wider. Her tail ceased swishing and slowed to a stop, where it resembled a blue carpet welcoming an important guest. Naomi arched her back and leaned forward, the pads of her forepaws traversing her hide.

Watching this, I felt my inner beast return to life. Rigid and unyielding, I felt its attempts to poke a hole straight through my underwear and break free. I stood there, undoubtedly frozen as I watched the dragoness prominently unveil herself before me. She wiggled her toes and giggled at my mesmerized stare. Naomi brought one forepaw down to her vent, pressed the soft, tender scales just above it, and pulled upward, exposing herself to me.

White strings decorated her entrance as it visibly pulsed. I felt my anticipation rising to all-time highs, and I knew Naomi could see it. Her eyes glanced down at my little dragonslayer and the bulge it was making. She spread her legs even wider, stretching out her toes, revealing more of that warm, inviting tunnel, and dipping the tip of her tail inside.

Naomi pulled out a long, sticky strand of grool. The goo clung possessively to her tail, refusing to let go. She turned her gaze to me, her eyes taking on a seductive look. I knew that look very well. I slowly licked my lips in response. That would definitely be my face soon.

That's when the smell finally hit me.

A sweet and tart odor filled the air. It invoked images of water and fresh fish. It birthed a mental picture of flowering sea lilies surrounding me from all sides. I lost myself in ecstasy.

Naomi snorted. Her lips curled up in amusement. "What are you waiting for, love?" The sea dragon raised her forepaw and beckoned, the lewd expression on her snout telling me to come and claim her. "Let's make history together."

I snapped out of my trance. Completely missing the pet name she'd christened me with, I did away with my underwear and tossed it aside in one move. It felt good to finally have it out in the open, unfettered and ready for me to plunge it deep into the dragon's flesh.

Naomi cooed. "Ohhh. So that's how it actually looks like—ah!"

She only had a few moments to appraise me in my full glory and process everything she was seeing; I didn't waste any time, sprinted over to her, and literally hurled myself at her with outstretched arms.

"Ooh!" Astonished, Naomi let out a delighted warble to my running leap. Her wings fanned out a little as she received me.

The warmth and softness of her underbelly scales and the greater intensity of her aroused scent shocked my senses. I vaguely felt her forepaws wrapping around my skin just as we resumed our kiss. Her muzzle assailed me with even greater fervor than before, tongue coating my face and my mouth in thick, hot saliva. I responded in kind, mashing her maw and meeting passion with passion.

The dragoness embraced me tightly. Her wings came up and over me for the second time and shielded the outside world from view. It was just us again. Exactly what we desired. Easily Naomi and I continued from where we left off. She pressed her paw pads to my skin and rubbed my neck, moving up and down and around my back. She squeezed my buttcheeks, not hesitating to give it a downward nudge. I felt Naomi arc her lower body upward and ferociously ground up against my waist.

I mirrored her movements. Hands went along her neck and her shoulders. They traveled over her breast and squeezed her forearms. Out of pure instinct I wiggled my hips and met her in the middle, grinding down on her scales.

Loud thumps resounded throughout the pool suite. I heard the rhythmic noise coming from behind—felt the vibrations coursing through skin, scale, and bone. Naomi panted heavily, her moist snorts striking my face. I was no different, respirating with labored breaths while I rubbed her neck devoutly and licked the underside of her jaw multiple times in increasingly rapid succession.

I swept my legs across her lower body. The balls of my feet slid over her soft scales. Naomi trilled in happiness, her wordless hums and indecipherable woos compelling me to go further. The warmth of her core was hotter near the center of her body. I followed that trail, arcing my leg inward—

A gluey dollop of milk coated my shins. I grinned. There it was. Naomi shoved her serpentine tongue into my mouth. I greedily sucked on it until I felt my cheeks bulge once again. I began to caress the thick, gummy muscle in the only way I could.

The way her prehensile tongue intertwined with mine reminded me yet again that my partner was not human. I accepted my reality without question and stuck my right foot into her slit.

My toes sunk into a squiggling tube of heat and thick syrup. Warm fluids slathered my foot as I submerged the whole thing inside, right up to the ankle. Naomi's vent readily welcomed this, stretching around it. It pulsed in reply to my entrance.

Naomi quaked. The powerful arms confining me to her underbelly shuddered. Silently, she rasped—she exhaled loudly. She pulled her snout away and plucked out her tongue with a soft, audible pop. "Ah…"

In the tranquility of our intimate night, neither I nor Naomi could overlook these deafening sounds. With the dim lighting available, I ogled her muzzle. Flews tinged with a near imperceptible shade of red, Naomi had her maw partly open. It widened when I rotated my right ankle and wiggled my toes.

"Oh that's gooooood…"

I had embraced her shoulders, my elbows perched atop her breast for stability. "It's warm," I said. "Really warm." The dragoness jolted when I decided to arch my foot inward and push against her folds deeper. The moist texture completely immured my senses there, encompassing my ankle and beyond that. "And wet," I added. Naomi's body squeezed my foot and produced a noticeable squelch.

The ashamed look on her snout was adorable. I pecked her nose. "Very, very, very wet."

Naomi exhaled, her tunnel clenching in tandem. She looked at me, eyes shaky. "Uhh, d-don't hum... human females get—ooooh—wet too?"

"They do," I answered. "But, not as much as you."

Naomi tittered. It sounded cute. "Well I—ah!—I am a dragon." She moaned. "Ohhhhh, yes, Saunders, k-keep doing that." She brought her striped muzzle to my face and blessed me with a slow, drawn-out lick.

She managed a lustful chuckle. "I can't wait for you to go even further! You, you said you had experience before?"

Naomi nipped my cheek. Pulled on it. "Yes, when you invited me to your apartment." She repeated the same gesture on my throat and neck. I jolted. It was electrifying. "I, I-I had a girlfriend before, when, w-when times were better." I groaned. Hard to talk when Naomi was giving me light love bites, pulling at my skin. I could feel her paws fastening their grip in time with the circular movements my foot made within her. "How about"—I let out a hot breath when she softly, gently nipped my chin and tugged it—"Haaaaah… h-how about you?"

"There was a, drake I was close to years ago," Naomi said, flinching when her muscles squeezed on my foot. She flashed an awkward but knowing grin. "But we nev... never got to that point. He let me down. Betrayed me." I leaned over and bit on the fins on her cheek. The membranes were soft, like baby skin. She shivered. "That... feels nice."

I reached for her horns next. Held them fast, one hand trailing the spiral pattern and another squeezing the scales around the base. Naomi sighed, relaxing. "Yeah…"

"Nobody else afterward?"

"Before you?" I gave her another squeeze and scratched the back of her head. She warbled. I felt her body vibrate. Then, Naomi continued, "N-None. People only saw me for my—ah!—my face and my money. You should've heard the police officers when I first, when I first joined the force."

"Bryce would've stopped that."

"He did! Still—mmph!"

I thrust my mouth into her open maw, cutting her off. Ruining this moment was the last thing I wanted. Puckering my lips, I kissed her palate, her tongue, and sucked it in. I pulled away from her a second later, a soft puh! reaching our ears. I had to admit, I'm starting to like the way it felt, the way it tasted, and the way it always snapped out with an ostensible pop.

"I love you, Naomi." My heart fluttered at the way she smiled. Blood kept rushing down to my lower body. It didn't help that I could feel her twitching and pulsing on my foot. "You know I've got nothing but your happiness in mind."

"I love you too, Saunders. It's the same for me. You deserve a happy life. Here, with me. Not—Ah-ahhh!" Naomi shook herself out of it and glared, her mien split between irritation and arousal. "Whew~ You interrupted me…"

I had spread my toes outward. I didn't expect her to react like that. I smirked. "That's because I wanted to show how much I love you."

The dragoness rubbed her belly against my waist. There was a perceptive tone in her voice. "Mhmm. I can feel you. You just want to keep going."

"Naturally. Who wouldn't?"

Naomi lapped my face. "Alright, my dear human. We've talked enough. Go on."

Her insides were still as moist as ever. I can sense her excitement, and it was only growing the longer I delayed it. "Ah, one last thing."

"What?"

"Do dragons do oral?"

"I've had friends who do but, I think it's a bit kinky…"

I chuckled at her. "I like kinky." I caressed her flews, dipping my thumb into her mouth and playing with her cheeks. "I want to go down on you."

Naomi's eyes dilated. "I-I'd like that. But are, a-are you sure?" she asked, shyly. "I don't know what humans like and I didn't want to scare you off so I never asked."

I withdrew my foot from her vent, ignoring the light gasp that rushed out her maw. I didn't look at it, but I can tell it was caked in her essence and it was sticky all over. "What we have is something most humans won't want anyway. There's no way you can scare me off now."

Naomi smirked. "Prove it."

"My pleasure."

One last kiss, one last boop of our noses, and then I slithered across her underbelly in slow, deliberate fashion. She pressed me against her scales, feeling my progress and making light, purring sounds. Our eyes never left each other, ogling the big, goofy smiles on our faces.

For an instant, our parts touched. An ecstatic shudder passed through me—through us. I rejected the urge to yield and thrust my spear inside. Not yet. I had to save the best for last.

My legs felt open air. Then, the floor tiles. I straddled her tail and continued to travel down, my face never leaving skin-to-scale contact. When I felt my chin come into contact with something wet, when the smell of her arousal reached my nose, her tail curled tightly around my legs. She brought her hindlegs to the back of my head, thighs squeezing my neck. Finally, I was face-to-face with Naomi's crotch.

With dragon pussy.

Barring my "past experience" from previous timelines—all of which I barely remembered when they weren't plaguing me with constant nightmares—Naomi's would officially be the first I'd ever taste in this world. It might just be the last too, if things turned out well and I ended up spending the rest of my life with her.

I was about to get acquainted with this wonder, and, with my face full of it, intimately so. She knew this too; so I took a few moments to admire the sight, knowing anticipation was also part of the process.

The dragonic flower was slightly larger than a human's; that much I expected. Encircled by soft, tiny scales I could see where the gray plates became pink, velvet flesh. Flesh that formed a clitoral hood over Naomi's treasure tunnel—a tiny hole that led into the dark depths within. It was flooded with viscous grool, leaking so much of the stuff that it literally oozed. Large, tear-shaped globs of fluid dribbled all over the labia and the tiny scales.

My head buzzed from the smell that pierced my nose with the force and intensity of a high-caliber bullet. The scent of a muddy, saltwater swamp was stronger and more intense than before. It carried a hint of spice that I couldn't quite place. I couldn't help but take a deep breath, like a drug addict snorting a shot of cocaine.

I felt Naomi wince. "Uhhmmm," she murmured, embarrassed. "S-sorry for the mess? I'm just, really excited and—hmmmff!"

Whatever she was saying was no different from nonsense in my ears. I was so utterly enraptured by her large, tempting vent that I plunged into it face-first without hesitation. Naomi's vaginal lips received my head with an audible, fleshy slap. My world now consisted of pulsating pink flesh, sheets and strings of white goo wherever I turned, squelching noises, and a smell so potent my mind just went blank.

I forced my face further inward, pushing past the resistance. "A-ahh~! Saunders!" I vaguely heard Naomi moan, her voice muffled by the legs hooked around my head and the constant noises made by her pussy. Her tunnel stretched slightly to accommodate my face as far as it could. The drooling lips extended outwards until it took in one-fifth of my face, with my mouth and nose sticking inside the flooded pleasure hole.

I rubbed my face left and right and massaged the viscous insides of Naomi's vagina like a man desperate for a facial. I opened my mouth, offering a new place for the white goo to settle in. It went inside without much coaxing. I sucked in an entire mouthful. The thick fluid tasted just like my dragoness and it had the consistency—the heaviness of gravy. I swallowed her grool with an approving hum.

Undeterred I parted my mouth again and licked everywhere. I sucked the bump I can feel in her clitoral hood and any surface I can plant my lips on. Naomi moaned, "Oooohhhhhhhaaaaaaa~ so much better than my tail…"

Naomi produced so much more fluid than a human. Her vagina gifted me with another mouthful of slimy grool. I swished it in my mouth and savored Naomi's taste while I continuously pressed my face into the walls of her clenching pussy, sliding it in any and every direction, coating my entire skin in the dragon's sex juice. There was a spicy addition to it. Sharp, acerbic, and addicting.

"More," I groaned out, or tried to. My voice had become incoherent gurgles indistinguishable from the sounds of Naomi's body. Yet somehow, my partner understood me. She put her forepaws on the back of my head and forced my face even deeper than I could on my own. She bucked on me and submerged my dumbfounded brain in her juicy love pot.

There was so much grool flowing inside. I literally couldn't breathe, not until I had swallowed another mouthful of her thick sex—and another!—and even then I had to twist my face sideways lest I suck in her soft, delicate flesh. I licked everywhere, tongue flicking madly trying to catch every drop of Naomi's sweet nectar. I stretched it as deep as my body allowed, extended it until it physically hurt and slurped up everything I could. My dragonslayer was now at peak strength; still I couldn't stop.

"Haaa, ohh, s-so, good. Keep, k-keep going!" Naomi clenched my tongue. It was tight. I knew from that moment on that my prick would love screwing this dragoness. Already in my mind I had completely forgotten about all the girls back home. It was as though this alien reptile had been perfectly designed for everything my human body could offer.

More honey drained into my open mouth. I enjoyed the thick, gooey texture. "Mmmm," I hummed while I held my tongue out.

"Uh!" Naomi squeezed me again. "That was weird," she wheezed. "But good."

I swallowed her fluids and, taking a chance to catch my breath, smacked my lips. There was a new flavor to it now. Tart, pungent, and a little bit of sweet, subtly hidden behind the earthen musk.

I let out a muffled growl. Planting my hands to the side, I pushed on her inner thighs, a signal to spread her legs. Naomi complied instinctively, and the view became an even more beautiful sight to behold.

A dark tunnel ringed with pink, vibrant muscles, white honey clinging from side to side, and more of the same trickling slowly on the bottom in heavy, jelly-like globs. It pulsed in time with the dragon's every breath. The inner lips formed a stiff, clitoral hood. Clumps of pussy cheese lined its surface, though I could no longer smell it, my brain cells having long drowned in everything Naomi.

The sheet of grayish-blue scales throbbed with life before my eyes, ready to receive the next step.

I pulled back to proceed, and gladly at that. Seeing her goo cling desperately to my entire face—my lips, my nose, my chin, hell, my forehead—was such a turn-on I didn't know how I managed to hold my composure and work to complete this oral excursion to the very end.

Naomi held my head fast, digits going rigid the more I retreated. I snuck a momentary glance; she had shut her eyes and let touch and feel guide her first time. She panted tiredly, mewling softly. The dragoness huffed once, twice, before cramming my head into the folds once more. I was ready this time. My tongue held out—extended straight, stretched to the point my throat physically hurt.

I drove my face into her engorged labia. Assisted by gravity and a healthy dose of lust-driven ardor I bulldozed my way past the tight walls mashing, clenching, grinding into one another. Thrust with such force that I could hear Naomi's scales slapping my cheeks. Squishy slaps followed one after another, and another, and another.

"Yes," Naomi uttered, letting pleasure overtake her. "Yessssooohhh~" She moaned and ground against me; her tail shifted around animatedly while I tongue-fucked the shit out of her vent. Then, like a dam opening the floodgates, she unloaded a deluge of grool on me. It was too much, too strong for my willing mouth to handle. Liquid spurt along my cheeks, bursting outward into the open air beside my ears and dripping down my chin. I intensified my efforts and forced my hands to work. One fingering the nub of flesh poking at my forehead and the other rubbing the hole underneath my jaw.

"Oh! Ohhhhh, Saunders, I, I-I—

Naomi let out a small roar and bucked, hips walloping my nose. Stars twinkled in the darkness. A moment of weakness was all it took for the dragoness to completely overpower me and pin my face to her pussy. It clung to me hungrily, clenching inward in rapid succession in a vain attempt to swallow my entire head. Then the squirts came.

Two—no, three streams of fluid slammed into my face with enough power it felt like someone jabbed their finger right into my nose. I coughed, gagged… tried to take a breath—

Only to discover I couldn't breathe at all. I couldn't even move my head. The haze of sex evaporated in seconds. I stopped fingering Naomi's loins and patted—slapped her inner thighs. I groaned and fought against her unmoving paws, unconsciously stimulating her more with the way my nose churned within her depths.

I was starting to worry when the dragoness finally relinquished me. "Ohh, that was..."

Sapped of strength, her forepaws fell away. Her labia went unstuck with a slimy snap, the velvet flesh giving me an inch of literal breathing space. I collapsed on top of her, my lungs welcoming the first breath of air with much relief. The invigorating scent of Naomi's nethers infused each intake. It wouldn't be long before I was ready again, and I had a good feeling Naomi wasn't quite ready to call it a night. Not until the final act.

"I wouldn't mind you being kinky every now and then if it'll always feel this—Huh?" She pawed at my limp body. "Hey, are you alright?" She shook my head. "Saunders?"

"Saunders, s-speak to me…"

I pushed myself up. Slowly. "I'm fine, Naomi. Don't worry. It's just that"—I struggled to find the right words—"It got really intense down there. I couldn't breathe." I grinned at her, chuckling. "But it was fun. I loved it. Just gotta take that into account next time."

Naomi didn't reply. She ogled my face with a cute, dumbfounded expression on her snout. Her eyes shifted in various directions, not directly locking onto my gaze but not turning her head away either. She cooed. "Ooooh, I wrecked your face, didn't I?"

Her playful voice and what felt like a bashful smug tipped me off to the gooey web attached to my entire mouth like a mask, connecting me to her hips and the pallid splotches there. For all I knew, it could've appeared that I suddenly sprouted a beard of her love slop.

I couldn't bring myself to care. The longer I felt the weight and that sticky feeling on my skin, the more I smelled her recovering arousal and the stronger was my urge to claim this sleek and graceful alien. "Yeah, but it was delicious," I said with a smacking of the lips. I imbibed what my tongue could reach in slow, deliberate motions. I hope it looked as hot as I imagined it did. "I'd feast on you every night if you'd let me."

Naomi made light barking noises. She was snickering, I realized. "Whoa there, Saunders. I like your enthusiasm, but every night's a bit too much." The dragoness broke eye contact. Uncertainty appeared on her snout, lasting for a moment. "Once a week is more appropriate."

"...you're right," I agreed. "Got to have your body rest. Once a week it is, then."

"Honestly though, that was amazing! I never expected a tongue would feel so, so…" She shuddered. "Eeeeeeee~!"

I laughed. Man, she was cute. "Well, if you liked that, you'll love what's coming next." I winked. "Because I'm not done yet."

Naomi gave me an approving warble. "Me neither." She eyed my hips, where my tool rested atop her belly, kissing its cozy scutes.

I noticed. "Excited?"

"Who wouldn't be?" She replied. "I know I said I never liked the human mythos like every other dragon, but there's so much discussion online about mating with humans. There are hundreds of stories and artwork exploring this fantasy."

"I can relate." So they had something like furries and scalies here, too? That was interesting. When everything with Reza and the meteor was resolved, maybe I could look into this subculture. "We used to have something like that too."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But"—I gestured to where our hips met—"What we have ISN'T fantasy." I coughed. "Do you… think it'll fit well?" I was worried I was too small. "I saw condoms being sold in the convenience store Zhong works in and—

"Don't worry about it." Naomi smiled at me. She leaned over and nudged me by the nose. "Some dragons ARE large, like Bryce and Emera. Looking at you…"

Her forepaws hooked beneath my shoulders and lifted me up a few inches. Naomi scrutinized my junk. "I think you're comparable to Runners and Messenger Dragons."

"But—

"You'll be fine, love." Naomi kissed me, tongue flicking into my lips for a split-second. "Besides, there's only one way to find out."

The sea dragon took initiative in round two. Her hindlegs clasped my sides, fastening themselves to my waist. Naomi showed no hesitation filling up my cheeks with her licker from the moment our mouths touched. I copied her and did the same, enjoying the feel of her fangs and her ribbed palate.

Her forepaws traveled everywhere again. I knew she loved feeling me up; it showed in their gentle but firm grip. Her paws' puffy and calloused pads felt good in its own way. This time I clutched her snout, one hand making long, graceful strokes and the other pinching her frills.

It had the dragoness purring. I moaned a little when I felt Naomi's paws ghost my crotch, taking care not to squeeze that spot too hard. She rumbled curiously. "Hmm…"

Naomi suddenly fell back, a string of saliva linking us together for the split second it took her to retrieve her tongue. The emptiness she left behind felt bizarre to me, if unwelcome. I was just about to say her name when she whipped that pink snake at my nose. I followed after it, only for Naomi to duck down and clamp her jaws where my neck met my shoulder.

I froze at the prickling sensation of sharp, obviously lethal teeth grazing the delicate skin. I couldn't stop the primal fear instinct from spiking up yet I held—I forced myself still. I loved Naomi, and I trusted her. She was a sapient person, not a mindless beast.

Naomi had no idea such thoughts coursed through my head when she began lapping at my neck. Her tongue rippled feverishly, tasting me. The dragon swept her muzzle downward, eventually reaching my chest, then my belly. She let out a low growl and nipped at it.

"N-Naomi!" I cried. It tickled.

Naomi chuckled to herself then lifted me higher. My skin glistened with her saliva. Her eyes lasered on my half-raised staff, lingering before she returned my gaze and wink. "Just so you know, I only saw this online."

"...What?"

There was no reply.

I had only an instant to glimpse Naomi partly opening her maw. Then, a rush of gray and blue scales. She impaled herself on my shaft. The feeling had me gasping for breath. Finally, flesh sheathed me below. Warm and moist.

Only then did the pleasure slam into my brain.

A powerful force curved—coiled around me. It roped its way across my entire length. Tiny bumps tickled every inch from all sides. A wet and wriggly finger stroked the base of my shaft, the tip brushing against my balls. "Ohhhh, Naomiiii~" I moaned.

It was as though I had literally plunged my soul inside a sopping, spiraling tube that never seemed to end. It squeezed, clenched, massaged me in all the right places, and—

"Hnnh!" I gasped. Rigid flesh closed on the very tip of my spear. An inescapable ring that encased it in all 360 degrees and proceeded to suck. I averted my gaze down and made a feeble attempt to observe Naomi servicing me as I had her, and succeeding at it.

I rubbed her neck, even kissed the forepaws clasping my pectorals, raising me high. Sucked on one of her fingers while I ran my hands along her scales in careful strokes. Then I felt it—a near-imperceptible bulge. I wouldn't have found it if I wasn't looking for it. I moved backwards a little in a combination of surprise and curiosity.

The bulge moved. Naomi responded with an even stronger force, all but inhaling my shaft. "Naomi," I muttered. I clenched her jaw. Gripped the scales like I would clutch a woman's ass. "Naomi!"

The dragoness hummed, apparently focused on the moment. I felt her snorting my crotch, taking my scent in. She nuzzled my nethers, flews coming up on my pubic hair. My weapon remained as straight as ever. I could feel it throbbing. I… I was about to… I was quickly approaching the cliff's edge.

From this moment on, I knew without a doubt that I could no longer return to other humans. If I still harbored subconscious doubts about having sex with Naomi—with this gorgeous, adorable sea dragon—they all vanished instantly.

Acting in full sync with my thoughts, my body reflexively thrust into her throat. I strengthened my grip, held her muzzle, and began to fuck her face in quick, rapid succession. I heard—I felt her groan. It was encouraging as it was hot. I hastened my pace. "Yes," I grunted out. "Yes! Yes! Almost there."

Wet splashing echoed around us. They colored the silent background with our love. I went faster. The slapping of spit, muscle, and raw dick grew louder and increased in tempo. "Almost there!" I practically shrieked. "Just a little, bit, moooore—

Then it was gone.

All the joy and happiness and bliss evaporated like they had never been there to begin with.

"Heeeey!"

Naomi's snout hovered mere millimeters in front of my face. "Someone's having fun," she remarked with a sly and knowing smirk.

"Naomiiii!" Frustratedly, I tugged inside her cheeks. I felt naked to be out in the cool, open air. It belonged inside something warm, wet, and dressed in scales. "What're you doing!" I cried.

"Just getting you started," Naomi replied. "I didn't want to go all the way."

"But, why?"

"Because that's fun we can have another time." The dragoness leaned over and rewarded me with a slow caress of her tongue and another sweet kiss.

When our mouths parted a minute later, Naomi declared, "All I want right now is to feel you inside. My vent's been waiting a while and I can't keep it in longer." She clutched me tighter, deepening her embrace even after she all but buried me in her plush underside. "Show me how humans make love, Saunders. Make me yours."

"Direct to the point, huh?"

Naomi didn't answer. She opted to lean in for another slow lick to my face. Love shone in her stare. "Go ahead, love. Rut me!"

When faced with such a willing partner, there was no other recourse but to oblige her. "I'd be happy to," I said. I kissed her lips and bit down on her mouth.

Then I lowered myself, repeating my earlier descent in the same exact step, speed, and pattern. Descended her long, smooth body. I was admiring the firm blue scales in front of my eyes, at least until I felt her vagina with my nethers for the second time tonight. This time I stopped.

I lined my erect dick with the hole I explored previously when I feasted on her white and delicious love slop. I could see, from up here, how Naomi's body reacted to my dining. Copious volumes of grool coated her labia in a thick sheen of white. Even more was leaking out. I was a bit impressed, knowing my face alone had been sufficient—and effective—in creating the mess down there.

I slowly pushed into her. Plunged the tip of my shaft into Naomi's waiting snatch. Sliding in was easy. Slipping inside with nonchalance and grace? Now that was a challenge.

The temptation to relinquish all self-control and start fucking her senseless crossed my mind. But a good rutting wasn't the only thing I wanted right now. I drew out my insertion; extended it for as long as part of me remained outside. This was our first time together, and I aimed to make this special. Besides, I probably wouldn't have another chance at sleeping with her until after the shitshow tomorrow.

Her warm fluids let me part her flesh with ease. They bathed me in love. Entering Naomi felt right. Hearing the dragoness rasp and pant heavy breaths were music to my ears. "Ah, ahh…"

She naturally clenched on me. Her cunt doubled up the second I went inside, grappling my length from all sides. Shockwaves coursed through my entire body. It felt good. It felt sooooo damn good.

"Hoooooo~" I moaned, my voice drawn, hoarse. "I… I've been waiting for this."

"M-me too." Naomi almost mewled.

Her wings rose from the floor and ensconced me. I never noticed. Naomi was surprisingly tight. Every contraction her well-lubricated vagina made had me groaning. It was a sex train that had no end. I kept going and going, right up until I was balls deep.

And more.

There was no hiding the greed of her cunt. It engorged itself to take in as much of my crotch as it could. The labia stretched wider, to welcome my balls in its home. It swallowed them with ease, then I found myself having literally buried my entire tool—my entire self—inside Naomi, up to the hilt.

Naomi mewled. She bucked into me, wet, the sweet splattering of our hips in the air. She pulled me down. I ventured deeper inside. My waist ached, yet I didn't—I couldn't pull back. Her body yearned for me and I gave myself away.

She yowled again. "A~aahh!" Naomi had her tongue out, gasping. I was lodged so deep inside her I could feel her beating heart through my shaft. It was fast. It matched the tempo of her breaths, of every little move, of every little squeeze.

Everything her body did traveled this bridge and coursed throughout mine.

When she drew loving circles on my chest, when she raised her neck, when she lifted her muzzle close and gave me another enamored kiss, when she whimpered into my ears, when her tail intertwined across my legs, when her hindlegs twitched and jolted…

I felt her. All of her. The subtle movements of her body became apparent to me. Enraptured, I peered into her beautiful, almond eyes. I knew without a doubt that she could feel me too.

We were one, Naomi and I.

Her excitement was mine just as my happiness was hers. I planted my face on her underbelly and let out a muffled groan. I was lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy.

Naomi huffed, a low growl rumbling away. She, too, was in bliss. "You're, so… deep! I can feel you, Saunders. Oooooooooh. I can feel all of you."

Naomi wiggled experimentally. She went still and clenched her strong, powerful muscles within. "A-ahhh…" I groaned. I was melting on top of her. My dear dragoness was magnificently tight. That I haven't blown my load already was a miracle in itself.

I was flying high in heaven. Pleasure like I've never felt from another human lifted me up, elevated my senses to new heights. I caressed Naomi's cheeks and lovingly observed the way her expressive, green eyes scanned my mien. She matched my gaze while we held each other. We would give each other light kisses, struggling to stay strong, delay the growing urge to surrender ourselves to our instincts, and engrave this moment in our memories forever.

"You're…" Naomi shuddered. We let out a slow, raspy breath together. "Y-You're smooth all over. And solid... Firm. Nothing like a dragon's."

Another clench. "O-ohhh~"

She let out a pleased snort. "Yeeeaahhhh… Just the right length, too."

I stammered, "I, I thought you never did this bef… before."

"I didn't, but tha-AT doesn't mean I don't know!" She chuckled. "Until tonight I was single, with, w-with an Ixomen Sphere at home. Hmmmm, I'm sure you know what that means..."

"Of course. I've had—uhhhnh!" Static overwhelmed my brain. My thoughts went blank. My words became muffled screams. Naomi's insides undulated and rippled while I was hilted, spreading and sucking all around me. Her loins were aflame, silencing me with their heat as it enveloped and devoured me.

Naomi licked her chops. She interrupted me on purpose and shoved herself against my entire body. "Heheeeehhhh—mmm!" She shut her eyes and kegeled strong.

"E-eep!" I squeaked. She was tight. She was extremely tight. Briefly, it dawned on me that her biology was expecting something large and squishy. Something I could never give to the analyst.

"Cute, cuddly human…"

I discarded my thoughts the moment I heard her purr. "Mmmmmmm~" Her eyes were glass. She had a faraway gaze, distantly staring at the air. "MY human."

Naomi was panting, labored breathing gusting my eyes. She shuddered beneath me and wormed about, thrusting up her hips and rubbing me against her luscious walls. "There. There! That's—YES!—that's it." Writhing like a snake, Naomi clutched me tight and shook me violently. "Ohhh, Saunders. Move. Move!"

Hearing her voice ensorcelled me to obey my base instincts. I pulled back—"Agghhhh!"—I finally let out a curse, nearly screeching. Naomi's cunt resisted my retreat, pushing back against me and pulling in deeper, with multiple things tickling my entire shaft. I powered through, sliding out until I had almost completely withdrawn, before sinking my hips back into her and plunging my little dragonslayer into the farthest reaches of her depths.

Naomi cried out, roaring. Another curse left my throat. This was… this was indescribable. I rubbed her breast and held her scales tight as I thrust again, and again. I started out slow and heavy, loud splats coursing through our ears.

"OoooooOOOOHhhh," the dragoness gnarled. "Saunders!"

Her vagina drooled with so much grool I effortlessly went in and out, drilling through her compact, undulating tunnel with such ease it was as soft, pliable silk of the highest quality. Naomi panted like a tired dog while I continued to fuck her without slowing down. "Don't stop. Don't—haa, haa, I… Yes! Yes! OH!" She brought her wings around—no, she coiled all seven of her limbs around my body and pinned me to her underbelly, to her hips. "OH YES!"

Naomi ground against my pelvis. "Faster!" She urged. Unrelenting, I continued spearing my dragon, stabbing my entire length as deep as humanly possible. Wet, mashing plak, plak, plak arose from where our hips repeatedly met. Her ravenous vagina puckered up against my crotch every time I hammered into her. I forced myself to go faster, jamming my prick in and out like a ruthless machine. "Eep!" She squealed. "Harder! Harder!"

I didn't hesitate to piston Naomi and fuck her senseless. It wasn't long before I was raining down countless strikes into her vent, and with the carnal squelches to match. She yowled, and mewled, and whimpered, and squeaked. Again and again I heard noises Naomi would never, ever make outside in public. Meanwhile, I was grunting—powerfully crying out in every single moment I impaled her to the hilt. Naomi's moans drowned out every muggy slap coming from our waists. The orchestra turned me on even more, compelling me to push the limits of human endurance and fuck this dragon with all I got.

Naomr rocked in sync with my endless assault. She tore her snout away from mine, her foot-long tongue sticking out her hanging jaws. "Ohhh, yes, love! Rut me, just like that! And—ugh!—THAT!"

I gritted my teeth and screwed the sea dragon with maximum effort. I couldn't stop now even if I wanted to. The tightness, the heat, the constant wriggling, and the folds inside—all those wonderful folds and waves Naomi concealed within her—all added up to intense sexual perfection. I squeezed her scales while I rabidly humped her slit. "Hooaaaaaaa!"

Naomi bucked her hips into mine with perfect timing. My legs spread around her plump rear and held on. We jolted with each impact. Her eyes rolled upwards, a stupor taking over her whilst she happily licked her fangs. I was pounding this astute police officer to stupidity, basking in the splattering noise and the musky scent of hot interspecies sex.

Eventually I felt my groin tingle. A certain anticipation began to simmer. "A-almost there!" Naomi cried. She clawed at my bare chest, at my arms. "Closer. Closeeeer~"

"M-me too," I shamelessly admitted, not slowing down in the least, encouraged by the smell of spicy petrichor. "Can't… hold back, any, a-any—ugrrrrh—longer!"

The confession brought Naomi back into lucidity for a moment. Her eyes locked on mine, intelligence in her gaze. She whimpered in time with each thrust, trying to keep herself together, to maintain a look of composure long enough to speak. "...Saunders… I love you."

"I love you too, Naomi," I straightened my face and replied. With the even and serious tone in my words, I was certain she knew without a doubt that I knew exactly what I was doing and what I was about to do.

So from that point onward, I threw everything I had into the sex. Sweat drenched my face; my breathing quickly became ragged. I pumped the reptile's vent even harder and faster than before. My waist ached. My lungs hurt. Pain gnawed at my legs. My body felt sore, and it only got worse the longer we fucked. Still I refused to stop, to slow down even a tiny bit. Strong, scale-clad arms pinned me even closer to her delectably soft underbelly than before, squeezing me so hard it felt like she wanted me literally attached to her.

Naomi buried her snout in my hair, snarling and growling before letting out long, moaning roars. I planted my hyperventilating face on her underside, the gray scales absorbing all my screams as I cried out in utter ecstasy.

The embers stirring to life in my groin became a raging fire. Naomi was a hot oven of insatiable lust. Grool flooded my crotch. "A few more!" She said. "Just a few more deep—ooooaaggghhh!"

All the pressure building up inside me—all the heat, the intensity, the instinct to hump Naomi to the heavens compressed into one spot. I fought the urge in a losing battle and delayed the inevitable surrender for as long as I could. "Haa, haa, haa," I groused, exhausted yet unwilling to yield.

...Plak-plak-plak-plak-plak...

With continuous hip-to-hip action in the background, I reached for her haunches and grabbed them like they belonged to me. I lifted my face, ran my nose up along her jaw, and sucked in her tongue for another deep and impassioned kiss. Energy I didn't know I still had rushed through every part of my body and converged in my pelvis. I fucked Naomi some more, pouring my heart and soul into our lovemaking.

Crinkling, tingling crescendos flowed throughout my body. Incomparable frenzy swelled and turned my joy, my excitement into a scorching euphoria. There was nothing else I could think of save for Naomi, her beautiful scales, her chunky haunches, and the glorious high rhythmically penetrating my entire being. I was so close to the edge, hurtling towards it like a shooting star in the night sky. Blinding white filled my vision. Then I—

POP!

Then I felt the dam burst. All of a sudden, the ball of glory elevating me—hauling me to a high no drug could ever hope to match was flushed away into the tip of my spear.

Loud, deafening groans escaped our mouths. Naomi involuntarily clamped down on my shaft—clamped down very hard on it, restraining it from moving or doing anything while I unloaded shot after shot after shot into her innermost reaches.

All our pent-up energy vanished in a massive release. I could almost hear myself shooting my essence into Naomi's womb and the latter swallowing every drop.

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"Haaaaaaaaaaa~~" Naomi and I went limp, our voices united into a single, content sigh.

Fatigue set in. It was debilitating. Draining. What little stamina I had left ebbed away, seemingly flowing down and out through a gaping hole in my waist. My energy faded away—faded fast—and took my erection with it.

I was waning.

I yawned.

Naomi mirrored me while I gradually pulled my weapon out. I was sore. My eyes were half-lidded. "Naomi," I spoke her name. Her head rose with the same familiar lethargy and ogled me, her eyes dipped in fog.

I crawled a few inches along her belly. Weakly I placed my hands on her muzzle and kissed Naomi on the tip of her nose. She nuzzled me after.

"...Saunders…" Naomi murmured, fighting the call of sleep just to fix those gorgeous reptilian eyes on me.

We held each other in complete silence. The world had gone still. There was nothing to say. There was nothing to do. There was only the memory of our first night together and the countless words of love silently coursing through our sights.

Flopping down on her stomach was the last thing I remembered.

In the morning, we were woken up by persistent knocking on the door. The pool was about to open in one hour, and our booking was soon to come to an end.

I woke up with a start. Naomi gently, yet firmly nudged me so I would climb off her underbelly. She rolled over with such agility and life I wondered where all that energy came from. Her lively disposition was in stark contrast with my slow, drowsy movement. Still half-asleep, I complied.

"C'mon, Saunders," she nudged me, singsong. "Let's freshen up a bit."

She pulled me into the toilets, with her tail wrapped around my hand. We went for a quick shower together. It was an intimate moment, washing each other with soap and water. A first out of many more to come. When we were finished, we picked up all the trash and leftovers from yesterday and left the building. On our way out, we thanked the receptionist for his help. From the looks on his snout, he didn't hear anything from our pool suite. Not a single complaint from other customers, either.

Naomi left him a tip and we walked through the exit. She turned to me, her muzzle glowing. Something had changed since last night.

She was happy.

"Mhm-hmm," she hummed buoyantly. "That was an amazing evening, Saunders. A truly joyful experience."

We started down the stairs leading to the street. I had my hand on Naomi's withers, absentmindedly rubbing her thick scales, her dorsal fins, even her horns. "I had a great time as well, Naomi. Both during official and, uhh, unofficial proceedings."

Naomi trilled. "Pleasure's all mine."

Overlooking the few dragons walking about this early in the morning, I leered at my beloved dragon, "I'd say we shared pretty well."

Naomi slapped her wing on my shoulder. "Hush." She was frowning, wary of anyone overhearing us.

It was understandable. I couldn't even imagine how much attention we'd get from the local TMZ if rumors of our intimacy broke out.

Still there were barely any people around. Dragons surely didn't have ears that good. "I was just joking," I waved her off.

A shy look appeared on Naomi's face. She was so cute whenever she did this. "Not in public," she peeped, meekly.

Then, a knowing smile took its place. Naomi had a promise etched on her snout. "But I certainly will be looking forward to our next get-together."

My cheeks heated up. I felt a little stiffness coming on. I didn't realize I was licking my lips in anticipation of the next time we fucked until I caught Naomi staring at me with a cheeky grin.

I smirked back at her. "Same."

I couldn't wait.

But, as fate would have it, we wouldn't get another chance until after the fireworks, after the shitstorm with Reza and the world-destroying meteor.

I vaguely knew this when Naomi and I parted ways that morning. Even so, I looked ahead to the next time my skin really felt her scales. Things would work out just fine in the end. I was sure of that.

One way or another, my endless time traveling would eventually come to an end and I would be spending the rest of my days with Naomi.

On my Earth, or hers.

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Author's Notes :

Aaaaaand there. Finally over.

Did you know this was 13,500 words long? I can't believe I was able to crank all that out!

Writing this made me realize the limitations in writing sex scenes outright. Word choices and figures of speech aren't many; they'll get old and stale after a while. I understand why some of my Discord friends say smut doesn't add value to a story and is just plain fanservice. As well as why the "good ones" mix their work up with the other elements of their storyline (the plot, for example).

I am happy to say that ECK, the guy who wrote the mods and created Naomi, got to beta read this and give me his approval. Glad he liked it, honestly. Because I have zero experience writing a story like this, there were several times when I ran out of ideas and reviewed three to four other references for guidance.

I had two options for this short story actually. It was either a novelization of the fourth date, or yet another extension of the good ending, set directly before the credits where Naomi flops on top of the MC and falls asleep. It was supposed to be the Administrator MC (coming directly from a timeline with Naomi's really bad ending in her apartment), where I operated on the assumption that current-MC decided to give his alternate self a break and take the baton from him. I figured the angst of the Administrator MC would've been a good read, plus it would've been fun writing out Naomi's surprise at the news, her hesitation, and her eventual acceptance.

Thanks for reading, y'all! Until next time.

(And if anyone's wondering, the third chapter of A New Light is currently being written.)