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Five shades of grey

The city’s golden tower shone in the glow of twin morning suns, the majestic view split into staggered slices as Sarah gazed sleepily through the blinds from her side of the luxurious hotel bed. Soft snores rang out in the silence as her lover slumbered peacefully, occasionally twitching his long, grey ears while mumbling about bacon sandwiches as he dozed. His foot was pushing down on the bottom of the thick duvet, an attempt to stamp his foot in a temper tantrum over the lack of HP sauce. Anar dreamt a lot about food, it seemed. She smiled to herself as his unseen drama came to a close and he snorted in disgust, turning over to throw an arm around her. He began groping around.

“Good morning, dear,” she murmured sweetly, enjoying the attention.

He grunted a reply of sorts and pulled her towards him, pressing his snout to her shoulders in small kisses.

Dating the general hadn’t exactly been plain sailing; making plans was the easy part – it was following through with them that was the challenge. They would have partial date nights at best. A few drinks, a few kisses and he would inevitably be pulled away by work. There must have been at least one emergency meeting where he turned up staggering unsteadily, with traces of her pink lipstick on his face. But it was all worth it. Dating a hero was every girl’s fantasy; even if he was an aardvark from another planet.

It had all begun with a mysterious invasion of wild wargs in her home town. The Kaos Army had turned up: a weird bunch of creatures with even weirder equipment and weapons, led by general Warlock in his old battered Jeep, doing their best to restore peace and order against a foe that could seemingly appear and vanish at will. She had learned about orcs, elves and portals. She had seen living, breathing dinosaur’s bicker and argue with each other. She had made friends with Raz, a half-elf half-orc whirlwind of a woman who collected boyfriends as a dragon would hoard treasure. Oh. and there was a dragon involved in all this, too: Anar’s boss.

It had been the most wonderful thing to ever happen to her. In the span of a few days her dull, humdrum existence had been shattered and replaced with the kind of zany goings on she could have only read about in her book collection. Talking horses who could transform into terrifying beasts. A desperate sprint from a pursuing warg’s snapping jaws. Being conned into signing up for service herself – by the same man who was currently growling in her ear and rubbing himself on her butt. General Warlock had a way of getting what he wanted and he’d wanted her.

Sarah had left her old life and world behind, swapping a job looking after small children to looking after 300lb orcs who, it had to be said, were a lot like the toddlers she was used to. Her role still included a chalkboard full of numbers and letters and she still had to break up fights, only it wasn’t toy trucks her pupils wouldn’t share nicely, it was loaded weapons. The green brutes were coming along marvellously under her care, some of the smartest in the world, the brightest of them giving even their elven soldiers a run for their money, much to their snooty-nosed dismay.

This romantic trip had been a long time coming; they’d talked about taking a vacation many times, the destination didn’t even matter as long as it was away from the Lowlands desert and the Kaos Army headquarters. Just the two of them, no interfering friends tagging along for free drinks or distractions of any kind.

Her nostalgic musings were interrupted by a hand slipping purposely between her soft thighs, nimble fingers spreading and zoning in on his target: her clit.

“You’re still wet from last night…” he breathed close to her ear, the cold metal of his dogtag tingling against the heat of her back.

“And you’re still hard,” she retorted with a smile.

“Nothing new there.” He grazed her delicate neck with his teeth, giving one of her big nipples a playful tweak as he jabbed at her butt with the tip of his dick. “Let’s work up an appetite for breakfast, shall we?”

“Oh yes, I’d like that,” she agreed as he pressed his fingertips against her clit, slick juices warm and silky as he made small circular movements deep in the folds of her intimate area.

Sarah reached around behind her and brushed the length of his thick, grey cock in light strokes, making him huff hard enough she could feel the air coming out of his large nostrils. The curious ridges on the underside of his shaft still caught her by surprise every time she discovered them. He was certainly unlike any other man she’d slept with; his tongue was as long as his dick and he could fuck her with that, too, if the fancy took him. He’d done that last night, in fact, burying his snout into her pussy to work her into a wet, frenzied mess before pounding her into the thick, fancy mattress and painting her inner walls white. She was very grateful they were in an executive suite on the upper floor with few neighbours to disturb with their noisy goings-on!

His hand moved and clamped firmly on her thigh, pulling her body back tight against his, lifting her legs apart as he thrusted himself inside, muffled grunts of pleasure vibrating through her soft skin as he gnawed upon her neck, lustily.

The smooth sheets barely made a sound as his hips moved in quickening pace, pushing her further onto her front until he was almost spread out upon her back, pinning her into position, her sharp wails lost in the feather-filled pillows. He brought a flat open palm crashing down on her plump ass cheek and it sounded like a thunder clap. Sarah tried not to laugh.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” He growled, doing it again with the same effect. “Filthy tart!”

Her shoulders shook and she blew air from her lips.

“You’re a bad girl!”

“No, haha, no, please,” she pleaded, “I can’t moan and laugh at the same time! Haha aaaaa ohhhh…”

“Sounds like a challenge to me, sweetheart,” he grinned, slapping her butt again even harder this time as he pushed himself to thrust deeper, spreading her wider.

“Haaaa bastard – aaaaah, fuck! Ohhh,” she cried out, her laughs and moans sounding out like she was having a manic episode of sorts.

“You get tight when you laugh,” he hissed, “almost as tight as when you come. You want me to make you come?” he leaned over her, his hands resting above her head on the pillows, drawing her body up onto her knees.

“Y-yes, yes, YES!” she groaned as he hit her pleasure spot with his tip. The spot that she hadn’t even known she’d had until Anar found it with his tongue one glorious night. It had felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before; she’d been seeing stars for a good few minutes after!

Her head was smushed up against the velvet headboard from his pushing and rutting, but all care had gone once she was lost in ecstatic waves of bliss. Her breathe came out in one long, low moan, so noisy she could barely hear his triumphant growl as he bunched his fists into the pillows, forearms bulging and trembling as his whole muscular body tensed up.

They were still for a moment, their breathing deep with satisfaction. Birds chirped from the park below as the twin suns were rose higher in the sky. Below them the other guests would be stirring, getting ready for a day of sightseeing and fun. Maybe even getting busy in the sheets, themselves.

“Well, that’s the bed thoroughly tested…” he said, looking around. “Maybe we’ll try the funny couch thing later.”

Sarah opened her mouth from her cramped position, “chaise longue,” she corrected.

“Yeah, that. I can fold you up nicely on there, I reckon.”

“I’ll agree to anything if I can have a cup of tea, first,” she murmured, thirstily.

Anar dismounted and watched his cum slowly dribble down her creamy, ample thighs and onto the bed. “I hope they’re changing the bedding today,” he said, padding off to the shower.

Sarah whipped her head up, “oi!”

He came trotting back, “sorry, I forgot, my bad,” he leaned down to kiss her deeply, stroking her cheek with a brush of his thumb, tenderly. “Morning, sweetheart.”

“That’s better! morning, darling,” she beamed, tugging on his dogtag to bring him in for another passionate smooch, his long, supple tongue twisting with hers.

He pulled back and looked down at his human lover, fondly, his grey eyes shining in the brightening daylight, “remember when I fed you my cock in my office?’ he asked with a lewd grin.

“Behave!” she chided, “you’ve had more than enough action before the kettle’s even on.”

“It was hot, though,” he insisted, “looking down at your mouth full of my grey dick, choking, trying to get me off.”

She nodded, her cheeks flushing, “the only time you’ve let me sit on your chair. I thought I was getting a treat!”

“You were,” he winked.

She laughed, “sure, dear. I preferred sitting on your lap with your hand down my knickers, myself.”

Anar fondled her breasts, standing closer, “I had to kiss you to stop you being so noisy,” he purred, pinching her nipples.

“Put… it… away,” she gasped as he began to stir again, “is it aardvark mating season, or something?”

He shrugged his strong shoulders, “maybe. We’ll know in nine months, won’t we?”

Sarah looked away, giggling, “not a chance, dear! I have my magic little pill to save the world from baby aardvarks, remember?”

“Never say never,” he sniffed, slightly offended.

Sarah stroked his hand on her cleavage, “I didn’t say ‘never’, Anar. This is definitely a conversation to save for when I’ve had a gin or two. Or at least a cup…”

“…of tea, yeah I know, you and that dragon make a fine pair. I don’t know how you drink the stuff. Could be worse I suppose, could be that awful fruity tea Rap always tried to give me back at college.” He pressed his lips to hers again and walked to the hot drinks machine to make his girlfriend her drink of choice before she threw any more shade at him.

“You’ve got a great butt,” she sighed, watching him pour boiling water and fetch milk from the mini fridge under the work surface. “I could stare at it all day.”

“Just the butt?” he asked.

“I mean, the whole package is great, but your ass definitely looks good both in and out of clothes. That’s why I grab it so much!”

“Mmm I had noticed you can’t keep your hands off it. Here you go,” he handed her the steaming mug. “Now I’m going to shower.”

Sarah blew on her drink and cradled it in her hands, taking a careful sip. “Have fun, dear.” Giving her aardvark a playful pat on his firm, bare rear, she watched him head off into the bathroom.

The hotel room was amazing – the general had really outdone himself; she’d expected the bare basics and had a feeling Rap was to thank for the upgrade. The gentle raptor was one of her boyfriend’s lifelong pals and often influenced his decisions for the better; with many sympathetic head tilts and mutters of: “are you sure?”. From anyone else, such words would result in Anar doubling down and being stubborn, but from the raptor it was different, Anar trusted Rap that much. It was very sweet. And so, here they were, in an executive suite. Massive bed, city views, chaise longue (for sex purposes, later, apparently), warm fluffy rug to warm their bare feet up when they had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, a kitchen area (not unlike the general’s own private quarters back at base. He didn’t go to the cafeteria for coffee unless absolutely necessary; the sentient coffee machine hated him. Something about his old dealings with technological developments down in the Underworld had left a mark.) They had a full-size dress mirror, more draws and storage than they knew what to do with and the bathroom was as big as the general’s main room. It had a shower and a bubble tub. The bubble tub looked fun! Perfect for a glass of wine and a relax while soaking in the mini whirlpools.

Anar was clattering about in the shower, dropping bottles as he hummed to himself. It was nice to find a man who took time for hygiene, he always smelled good and clipped his toenails on his funny looking feet.

She would need a scrub up too. They had checked in, brought up their cases to the room and promptly abandoned them to turn their attentions to more important matters. He’d all but thrown her onto the bed, grabbing at her clothes, trying to unwrap her like a sweet before putting his tongue to good use.

In order to have a few days away, Anar had been working almost non-stop to tie up his loose ends and arrange cover for the emergencies that were bound to happen. There was always a disaster going on somewhere in the cosmos; kidnapped or ransomed civilians to rescue, natural events like floods and quakes to pick up the rubble from and rehome inhabitants while assuring them that they were there to help, despite looking like monsters. War was only a part of the job, looking after people was the Kaos Army’s main focus. To say he was pent up and in need of release was an understatement.

Anar reappeared, leaning against the doorframe casually, a towel wrapped round his waist.

Sarah paused, her mug resting on her lips, her tummy fluttering. He’d looked like this before – without the towel. It had been a tent pole that he was leaning against, his hand out for his lunch bag, back when she was helping Raz run the refreshments tent. She’d teased him, holding his lunch out of reach because he wasn’t allowed in the food prep area. She’d been sassy with him and even a bit cross during that adventure. Eventually, she had come to realise he’d been worried for her safety and protecting her… while trying to show her what she really was; a natural magic wielder, just like him. He’d ended up sleeping on her sofa. They’d shared their first kiss. She’d gotten over the round snout and long ears, and now regarded them as part of an adorable man who tried to be a heroic warrior, working under immense pressure.

“You’ll never guess what’s just come up,” he grinned with a raise of an eyebrow.

Sarah put down her mug after one final sip, “if it’s your dick, dear, you’d better bring it here so I can help you with it.”

“You did guess! Good work, sweetheart.”

She laughed, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed as he dropped his towel and ran his hands through her hair, holding her auburn locks back. She parted her lips, taking his tip with a slide of her tongue under his rigid shaft. He tasted faintly of soap.

He shuddered as he watched her slowly work down his length, getting most of the way before pulling back and trying again. Her hands rubbed at his thigh muscles, squeezing them while he pushed her head back down onto his cock further and further until she began making the choking noises he loved so much. He rewarded her with a little moan, playing with her breasts, getting a handful and lifting it up before letting go and enjoying the bounce. “Take me all in,” he huffed in the tone he used for giving orders.

She pulled back, giving him big blue innocent eyes, “yes, general,” she breathed.

He was leaking salty pre in her mouth, her lips barely touching his skin as she had her mouth crammed full of cock. He held her hair tight, pushing his hips forward. Her nostrils flared, trying to breathe without stopping as her head bobbed back and forth, rapidly.

His grunts rose in volume until they were growls, his pleasure mounting. He pulsed and twitched deep inside her wet, warm mouth, his dick not knowing the difference between this and pussy, her tongue adding extra stimulation as it slid around his throbbing shaft.

With a sudden move of his hand he was between her legs, pushing his fingers into her slickness. “I can smell your excitement from here,” he rasped, “you love sucking my grey cock, don’t you? Keep going!” his arm wavered in her sightline as he dug deeper inside her, pressing his fingertips as far as they could go, moving rapidly back and forth.

Sarah tried to moan but her mouth was too full, spit slipped from her lips, her eyes watered.

“You look so beautiful gagging on me,” he rumbled, guiding her into longer strokes so she could take a small, moaning gasp at the end of his tip until holding her deep again, making her hold her breath. “I don’t cum ‘til you do, so let’s step it up, shall we?” his thumb pressed into her clit, now swollen and sensitive from the stimulation and he flicked, expertly.

Sarah pulled back, spreading her legs wider, her creamy thighs quivering, her mouth still open, now crying out and begging for more.

As she came, Anar held her head again and with a snort he stopped holding back and sent globs of warm cum splattering over her rosy cheeks and plump lips.

“That’s my girl! Now you’re ready for your shower,” he grinned, scooping his mess into her mouth for her to swallow.

She sucked his fingers, still softly moaning, “yes, sir.”

She wrapped her towel around her now clean and fragrant body and stepped out of the bathroom. Anar was pulling a black Ralph Lauren polo shirt over his head, covering up his tightly toned, grey body, long pointy ears popping up with a spring as he tugged it down, his still damp grey hair fluffy and unbrushed. It grew in a dense, natural line up his neck and reminded Sarah of a zebra’s mane, ending in a carefully curated forward sweep, curving out towards his snout. There was always one unruly piece behind his ears that refused to comply with styling, no matter how much gel he used. It stuck out backwards.

He fiddled with his shirt collar and gave her a proud glance; “what do you reckon?”

“Sex on legs,” she cooed.

He flexed a bicep and made a kissy face. The cuff of the polo shirt stretched around the muscle.

“Show off!” she laughed, “been working out, have we?”

“I work hard so I can do you hard, sweetheart,” he winked. “I always wanted to be a model, you know.” He turned to the mirror, checking out his reflection, clearly pleased, before taming his hair.

Sarah checked out his butt. He’d got a pair of dark blue jeans on with a black leather belt. They were snug, outlining his cheeks nicely. She breathed out softly. She’d not seen him in anything but fatigues, a t-shirt and his fancy officer’s jacket before. She loved the look, of course she did, men in uniform certainly did it for her, but they were work clothes and work wasn’t much fun. Seeing him in plain clothes reminded her that this was their time and they should enjoy every moment.

He spun round again while she dried off her hair, “do my balls look big in this?”

“Whaaaat?” she screamed with laughter, not expecting such a question. “I can’t see, hang on,” she removed the towel from her head and saw him grinning, too. “Not your balls you’ll be worried about if you go getting a stiffy again,” she chuckled.

“Better put your tits away, then.”

“I’m trying to! I’m getting dressed, give me chance.”

“Need any help?” he asked, hopefully.

Sarah unzipped her case, shaking her head, “I am not encouraging you any further, Anar.”

He folded his arms, “you always say that but then you start feeling me up,” he said, tilting his head., “don’t you?”

She blushed. It was all true. “Well, you shouldn’t be so sexy.” Bundling up her clothes and makeup bag, she scurried back into the bathroom.

“That’s victim blaming, that is!” he shouted after her, watching her clip on her bra as he peeked through the gap in the door. She slid on a pair of silken, sheer thigh-highs, “are those stockings?”

“Can’t hear you,” she replied sweetly, pulling on her short floral dress. She pressed some powder to her cheeks and ran a smear of rose lipstick round her mouth before brushing her shoulder-length golden brown hair.

She opened the door fully to find Anar right in front of her, “I said, ‘are those stockings?’”

His hand went to the hem of her dress to pull it up and she ducked expertly under his reach, smiling innocently, “maybe.” Turning the door handle to the suite, Sarah grabbed her handbag and flashed him a glimpse of thigh, complete with lace-topped lingerie.

“Phwoar!” he raced after her, picking the door-card up and slipping it in with his wallet and other essentials into a pocket with a flourish, Sarah’s giggles leading a trail to the lift.

Anar pinned her inside, almost pushing the emergency alarm on the keypad.

“No kissing! You’ll ruin my lipstick,” she reminded him.

“Bloody tease,” he growled, backing away and selecting the ground floor for the breakfast buffet.

The lift descended, smoothly, the ping from the speaker when they reached their destination made Anar flinch a little.

Sarah grabbed his bottom as the doors began to open.

“This is exactly what I was talking about!” he complained.

The breakfast buffet’s aroma drifted deliciously and Anar soon forgot about his lack of kisses as he asked Sarah if she wanted sausage, nudging her with a leer.

“I’ve had enough already this morning, thanks.”

“You’ve always got room for more.” He helped himself to bacon and went off to look for bread.

“We’re on holiday,” Sarah reminded him, “you can have more than bacon sandwiches…”

“I’m a creature of habit, sweetheart, a bacon butty and coffee and I’m ready for whatever bullshit the universe throws at me.” He looked for the brown sauce and splashed it generously, looking very pleased with himself.

“There won’t be any bullshit, you’re not at work. Try some muesli, it’s full of dried fruit, it’s good for you! Have you ever had a raisin?”

Anar pulled a face, wrinkling his snout with doubt.

Sarah sighed, shaking her head, pouring a glass of pulpy orange juice.

Another hotel guest cut in front of the aardvark at the coffee dispenser and his grey eyes flashed with annoyance as he drew himself up to his full height, taking a deep breath, before remembering he couldn’t pull rank with civilians. “Oi!” he growled.

The faun turned, muttering an apology and came face to snout with the aardvark; taking a surprised step back on his cloven hooves as Anar glared, nostrils flaring. With a shrill ‘eep’ he scurried away with his drink to the safety of his table.

“Darling, you have no chill,” Sarah scolded.

Anar filled his mug to the brim with dark, strong liquid, “of course I don’t! I haven’t had my coffee yet,” he tutted, slurping the steaming drink.

“There’s coffee in the hotel room,” she reminded him.

He shrugged, “we were busy.”

“True,” she smiled, reaching for his butt.

“Gerroff! If I can’t have kisses, you can’t grab me.”

With a flutter of lashes, she moved to an empty table and patted the seat beside her.

He sat, hungrily biting into his breakfast, debating in his mind if he should have seconds or not.

Sarah made short work of her muesli and juice, pushing her bowl away, satiated.

“You’re not having anything else?’ he asked, clearly stunned. “It’s included in the bill. Help yourself.”

“Oh no,” she waved her hand, “well, maybe some fruit…”

“Fruit? Get a fry-up in you, woman!”

“You’re joking, have you seen these thighs? No fried food for me.”

Anar took the invite and slipped the hem of her dress up, a little huff escaping his mouth as he spied the laced edge of her stockings. His fingers brushed round to her inner thigh.

“That’s enough,” she hissed with a small smile.

“Bloody isn’t. You’re a tease.” He took away his hand, reaching for his drink instead and draining the contents with a gulp.

“You love it.”

“I love you,” he replied softly, turning his head.

Sarah stroked his arm, affectionately.

Anar moved to kiss her, remembered the lipstick and instead gently lifted her hand, planting his mouth on that instead, delicately kissing the back of it, his low-lidded grey eyes locking with hers.

“Ohhh,” she gasped, her heart all a flutter, “general..”

“You’re not the only one who can tease,” he hissed. “I know all your buttons. Inside and out,” he winked.

Sarah touched at his strong neck, his dogtag chain between her fingers. She bit her lip. One tug was all it took. But they were in public and those kisses weren’t for outside the bedroom.

His voice whispered close to her ear, “we can go back to our room if you want to do that, sweetheart. You know it drives me wild. I live to serve…”

She fidgeted on her seat, her mind racing, full of filthy memories.

“Straddle my lap,” he continued, his voice sweet and tempting like the ex-demon he was, “take me all in, take control of your devoted warrior, your lovelorn hero…”

Her chest rose and fell, still fiddling with the metal chain. She thought of how his hands would grip her hips as she rocked back and forth on top of him, his words of praise and worship would fill her small ears, his dogtag firmly in her grasp as she rode him into noisy ecstasy. She curled her painted lips, baring bright teeth, “I want you on your knees.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he huskily replied.

“But not now. I want to go see the druid temple first.” Placing the chain back against his warm, grey skin she ran her hand down the fine cotton of his shirt, the contours of his body underneath showing as the material smoothed over them. His jeans looked tighter than before. She wanted to rub at his crotch. He would be solid. Responsive.

Sarah remembered when they had taken a trip in the general’s old Jeep she despised so much, over to the sand dunes; the Kaos Army desert ended in either mountains or the sea. It had been a pleasant evening as the twin suns set and Anar had packed a picnic rug as one of his date ideas. Wine had been sipped and saliva had been shared; he’d rubbed her through her underwear and she had done the same through his military fatigues. He had moaned while they kissed and twitched in the confines of his uniform, a spreading wet patch resulting from his climax, her delicate fingers running up and down his length as his zip strained at his erection. Anar came fast, it was true, but he was no once-and-done man, by the time he’d got her off he was ready to go again, pulling out his cum-smeared cock and sucking at her freed tits as she tugged him masterfully with smooth wrist action. His tongue wrapping itself around her large perky nipples as her hand gripped him and bounced off his full balls, loaded up with more spunky goodness that had splattered messily over her pretty off-shoulder top. The top that he’d yanked up to get her tits out of her bra. After that adventure he made the wise decision of always keeping spare clothes for the both of them in the Jeep’s storage compartment!

Anar’s present discomfort was clear; he adjusted himself best he could with a swift loosening of his belt to make his jeans less body-hugging, regaining composure masterfully in minutes, the flush leaving his cheeks. He left to make himself another bacon sandwich and led her outside into the daylight, his arm in hers, chewing on second helpings.

Religion here was different to Sarah’s home world, different to Anar’s home world, too; the dominating races choosing a nature and nurture theme of worship for Old Gods and Goddesses. Rap would love it all: flowers and crystals, quiet trances under moonlight and ageless bursts of joy and colour beneath ancient tree canopies.

Hippy-dippy, Anar called it.

Temples had themes and, once again, Sarah had the distinct feeling that Rap had been involved in this little holiday, as love hearts were strung everywhere in-between crimson streamers and heart-shaped gateways, painted red stone walls surrounding pretty gardens filled with heady, fragrant blooms and glittering ponds full of swan-boats.

“Isn’t it lovely?’ she asked, sweetly, holding her aardvark tighter.

“It’s alright,” he gruffed, “not really my thing. They might have an armoury somewhere in the city, I suppose.”

She tugged at him, playfully, “but you’re so romantic, darling! You’re always buying me beautiful gifts…” she trailed off, noting his refusal of eye contact with a smile. He’d given her a helicopter. It was a very nice helicopter, she had been told, though what she was going to do with it she really hadn’t a clue. She’d named it ‘Vertigo’ in good humour. It sat on tarmac, never tested out, its name in pink paint splashed up the door from Raz’s insistence. Maybe one day when she was feeling brave enough to allow their top flying instructor – Biggles (not his real name. The Kaos Army loved their daft nicknames) who was a very large, pale brown anthro hare with a gung-ho attitude and a speech impediment due to the large front teeth – to give her lessons.

“Look, they have kissing alcoves, should we go in one?”

Anar paled, spying the benches shaded by rosebush-covered trellis structures that visitors could duck into for smooches. He stood firm, despite her tugging. “What about your lipstick?” he objected.

“Oh, now you’re worried about my makeup! You don’t like kissing out me in public, do you? Embarrassed to be seen with a human?”

“Not at all!” he spluttered, “it’s all just a bit… much. Too lovey-dovey. I’m a military man, sweetheart, an ex-Underworld denizen to boot. All… this,” he gestured to the heart-covered scenery, “sets off my fight-or-flight.”

“Rap recommended this, didn’t he?’ she asked, lightly.

“Yes.”

She nudged him, “for a reason! He knows I love romance. Look, you’re not in your uniform, nobody knows who you are, or is that part of the problem, too? Hmm?”

Anar shifted his feet as they stood before the entrance to the inner temple building where the smoke of incense was drifting. “It is a bit weird,” he admitted. “That guy cut in front of me this morning!”

She tossed her hair, “I knew that had rattled you,” she sighed. “Just be more like Rap, get some happiness in you, some colour, some fun!”

“I have fun,” he said, “I play pool and have a drink and chat with the lads, join in with karaoke.”

“Ok, have fun outside of the mess, I mean. Come on, I can reapply my lipstick. I got napkins from the hotel restaurant to clean you up. Kiss me,” she pleaded, softly, her blue eyes fluttering.

He dropped his shoulders in defeat, “anything for you.”

They nestled up in the shade of one of the rose-covered alcoves and Anar brushed her cheek with his thumb, dipping his snout for a tender embrace, her plump lips opening welcomingly, her hand stroking the hair at the back of his head, fingers intertwined in his grey locks. Songbirds twittered, fountains tinkled, it was a perfect moment. Sarah even let him play with her stockings, lifting a thigh to hide where his hand had gone.

“See?’ she asked, giving his round snout a touch with her lips, “nobody’s stared or pointed or made a fuss. It’s a love temple. We love each other.”

He kissed the back of her hand, giving her a soft gaze, “we do,” he agreed, “you’re the best thing to happen to me in years, since finding my true calling in fact. It was quite the adventure we had! The dragon had insisted on me being in your town and I couldn’t for the life of me understand why… until I met you. I felt your magic, I could see it. You’re a very special woman, Sarah.”

She blushed and turned away, flustered.

“Nobody else would have gone through with such crazy demands as heading out into warg territory to deliver coffee to my officers, nobody else would have tried to ride Destroyer, less stay seated during battle and come back in one piece.”

“You were so grumpy! I didn’t fancy you at first, well maybe a bit…” she giggled. “You were very proud and strong. I was rather defiant and rude towards you, I’ll admit.”

“I liked that,” he hissed, pulling her close, “I need a woman who can call me out on my bullshit, yet is soft in all the right ways…”

They grabbed each other again, tongues twisting, arms wrapping round each other in the sacred space.

“Raz told me you were going to have me no matter what,” she admitted, breathlessly, “and I just accepted it. It made me feel a certain way. Nobody’s ever taken me like you did; it was like something out of a smutty novel.”

“I told you we could write a wonderful story, together,” he reminded her, brushing the hair from her face and cupping her chin. “Taking things is my job, but I’d have given it all back to keep you,” he kissed her hand again.

“Oh, Anar…”

“See,” he sniffed, “I can do romance. Piece of cake.”

“No, don’t ruin it,” she giggled, “I was thinking of our first kiss and everything.”

“Oh, yeah. I’d come back from rescuing your abducted townsfolk and my tent was in a heap so I blagged a spot on your sofa.”

“And that lasted all of two hours! I couldn’t get comfy in bed, knowing you were down there by yourself under my blanket. We cuddled up,” she cooed, climbing onto his empty lap, rubbing his chest.

“Mmmm we did, in your bed, you naughty girl. I held you close, like we are now, thanking you for your hospitality. I’d scrubbed up in your bath and stank of flowers!” he laughed.

“Yes! Not like the whisky you’d been drinking before. I’d been a bit worried about you,” she nuzzled into him, affectionately.

“You played with my special issue dogtag, asking me about it, running your fingers along the chain. I leaned down and kissed you… so softly… and sweetly.”

“Ohhh…” she gasped as he re-enacted the moment, stroking her neck, pressing his lips to hers. “Darling…”

“I fucked you so good,” he growled through gritted teeth, close to her ear.

“You did!” she moaned, quietly.

“I licked your pussy, worshipped you; long slow strokes with my long tongue, getting you wet, pushing it inside you and tongue fucking you until my mouth hurt!”

Her voice was barely a whisper, “I begged for it,” she whimpered, “I’ve never begged in my life, before.”

“I felt you cum, felt you clamp down tight on my tongue, your scent in my nostrils, your taste in my mouth, your filthy cries ringing in my ears. Claiming you was better than any victory on the battlefield. I must have put three loads in you before I was done.”

Her breath was quick and excited, “it had been a long time for me, too, honestly. It was like I was high. Like a dream…”

“A very sexy dream! You grabbed my hips and guided me inside of you, whimpering as I stretched you out, absolutely sopping wet from your orgasm. I didn’t think I was going to get so lucky!”

Sarah squirmed on his lap, her cheeks hot, her gaze lowered; “I’m all tingly down there. I think I’ve creamed my underwear…”

Anar’s nostrils flared, “I can smell your excitement. If only this was more private, I’d satisfy your needs right now.”

“Are you hard?’ she asked, coyly, brushing her lips to his.

“What do YOU think??” he growled. “Talking about our first time, thinking about our first fuck - I’m solid.”

“I know you’ll make me scream later and I can’t wait,” she groaned.

“I can try to slip a finger in now, if you like…”

“No!” she gasped, “it wouldn’t be right.”

“Bet we can find somewhere if we go out on one of the swan boats at the lake,” he suggested.

Her blue eyes flashed and she nodded.

Anar glanced down at his crotch, “just gimme a minute, yeah? Can’t be out amongst civilians with my blaster set to go off…”

The swan boats were cosy and built for two, made of wood and painted white, with wings nailed to the side and a swan neck at the front with tail feathers sticking out the rear. Although very pretty to look at, they were a tad worn and rocked in the water merrily, causing Sarah to clutch at her aardvark in alarm. Anar gave her a confident smile, enjoying being her hero once more, taking the oars and pulling them out in broad strokes to the deeper water.

“I’m not a very good swimmer,” she confessed, eyeing the ripples cautiously.

“What? You didn’t get dunked in the deep end when you were at school?”

“I do believe your school days were very different to mine, darling. We didn’t go swimming as part of our lessons.”

Anar was shocked, “best bit, swimming! Got you out of geography, that did. If you swam well, you even missed history every other Friday for the diving team practice.”

Sarah ran her fingers along his muscles as they worked on the oars, “you must tell me more of your home world. It’s so exotic.”

He blew air from his lips, “exotic? I would never describe my Earth as exotic.”

“Well, how would you describe it?’ she asked.

“I dunno, it was just home, you know? No orcs, no wargs, no elves, no mystical mumbo jumbo…”

“But there was magic?’

“Yeah, but magic is rare, on account of the Council keeping it all for themselves. If they found out you had it, they sucked it out of you.” He scanned the scenery, searching for a spot amongst the willows and reeds suitable for fingering purposes.

“You kept your magic a secret, then?”

“Had to! But weird things happened to me, strange stuff that couldn’t be explained. I thought it was awesome at the time, but it scared my family stiff. They thought I would be taken away and never seen from again. My magic was regarded as dangerous. I was a potential threat to society. It wasn’t until I unleashed it all down in the Underworld that I sort of saw their point,” he admitted with a sigh.

“Really?’ Sarah’s interest was piqued.

“My blood would bubble and I felt invincible; like I could take on the world. Once it flowed, I didn’t want to stop. I’m part dragon, see.”

There was a moment of quiet.

Anar turned back to see Sarah giving him a wide-eyed look.

“Part dragon?” she repeated.

He shrugged, “that’s what I’ve been told, anyway. I’ve had a few people poke and prod me over the years to confirm it.”

Eventually she sniffed, “you’re too cute to be a dragon.”

“Part dragon, sweetheart. Like the faintest trace. I’m perfectly harmless, up here, can’t do a thing.”

“You can do plenty,” she purred.

He laughed, “magically speaking, I meant! I broke someone’s magic sceptre once, but that was different. My power manifests as luck.”

“I remember Raz saying something about you being lucky. She said I was lucky, too.”

Anar nodded, “you are. Think about it; you avoided being taken by the goblins, twice, avoided being eaten by a warg – I got back just in time, didn’t I? Think about how lucky that was, when I’d been out all day, another minute and CHOMP!”

She held him tight, “you’re right, you saved me, even if I did fall flat on my face and get shouted at by you.”

“Imagine meeting an absolute bombshell of a woman like you, who actually tolerates me and my shit, and then almost seeing her be dog dinner? Of course I was cross! You didn’t do as you were told, you were a law unto yourself, young lady!”

“Ooooh, scold me harder, daddy!” she flirted, fluttering her eyes while rubbing his crotch.

He gave one last glance around, they were at the far end of the lake away from the other day-trippers, tall bullrushes around them with only a few ducks paddling about.

“I’ll scold you, you little tart,” he rasped, leaning into her, pushing her back into the carved-out swan neck with a hand slamming up against the damp, cream-smeared fabric of her underwear, “especially if you make any noise! You bite those pretty lips of yours and let daddy do naughty things to you!”

She nodded, her lips tightly closed, legs parting as his fingers slid easily into her, the warm wetness sucking them in, wanting them, needing them. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lovely tits bouncing with a wobble as he jammed himself furiously into velvet depths up to the knuckle. With his teeth, Anar pulled at her dress neckline and nosed down her bra cup to suckle at a puffy, rosy nipple, her frantic, subdued moans coming as tiny squeaky breaths. She was so worked up he didn’t need to even touch her swollen clit, she was getting off from this simple penetration alone.

With a lowering of his jean’s zip, Sarah pulled his stiff, grey cock out and teased his leaky, throbbing head with her fingertips until he pushed himself hard into the palm of her hand, rubbing his dick on her for stimulation while snorting into the heat of her chest.

She mewled, approaching delicious climax and Anar lifted up her dress, pressing his whole body into her as he slipped himself inside, feeling her peak as he slammed in his last inch with a slap of balls against slick skin, gripping him with her tightness, the boat lurching precariously for a moment as he groaned, deeply, releasing his pent-up urges in furious thrusts.

“Rap’s going to ask us how our trip to the love temple went,” Sarah moaned, “I’m not going to be able to keep a straight face.”

Anar huffed, relaxing into her embrace, smiling as she stroked his long ears tenderly, “we’ll find him a trinket. He’ll soon stop asking questions, then.”

There was a gurgle of water and their eyes widened, hastily arranging themselves so it looked like an innocent cuddle amongst the bullrushes.

A bird flapped and honked, noisily. They slowly breathed out a sigh of relief.

“I’ve got cum on your knickers,” Anar confessed, slipping out, “you still got those napkins from earlier?”

“Yes, thank goodness! Here, clean me up,” she unclipped her purse and handed them over in a wad, popping her breast back in its holder.

“Hey, I give the orders,” he winked.

“I’ll pull on your dogtag,” she warned.

“No, don’t! We’re all out of napkins. Anyway, I don’t fancy kneeling for you in this boat.”

“It is a bit rickety,” she admitted as it rocked in the water, “reminds me of your old Jeep.”

Anar grumbled under his breath. He rather liked his WWII Willys Jeep, it was a classic, a memory of home. Bit of rust and squeaky suspension only added to its authenticity.

Soon they were headed back to the boathouse and on to the temple itself. They went through the heart-shaped door, into the main tourist area, the room filled with sweet-smelling incense and a crowd of other visitors. The heat was stifling.

“Why is it so hot in here?” Sarah complained, watching those around them remove cardigans and pullovers that they’d needed for the spring temperatures outside.

“Hot and heavy, sweetheart, that’s how love is.” Anar was unaffected. He’d worked in the Underworld. In a suit! With a long cloak to finish off the look. Only upper management got the good air conditioning in that place.

They followed the crowd around a dais spread with flower petals and covered in candles, holding each other’s hand. Around them on the walls were fine paintings of couples in various stages of undress, kissing and cuddling in flower bowers or on love swings amongst gardens. The light was low, coming through heart-shaped glass panels tinted red.

Anar kept stopping at the sculptures, grinning and nodding towards bare bits on display like an excitable teenager, “that’s a great job, isn’t it? Carving out boobs. Getting a handful to make sure they’re nice and smooth,” he reached out with his hands, “honk!”

“Behave!” Sarah hissed.

“Hey, I wonder if they put the holes in?” he peered under a stone negligee hem belonging to a water nymph.

She spluttered, yanking him away.

“Get you a nightie like that,” he snorted, “I’ve seen bigger hankies!”

“How do you know I haven’t packed one in my case?” she suggested, lightly, “not my fault you fucked me to sleep.”

Then she stopped. A pale penis was pointing right at her, an inch from her face.

“That was close, nearly took your eye out with it. Dirty bastard,” Anar laughed. The winged stone beast looked very pleased with himself, his member proudly on display. It looked a bit shiny, as if visitors had been rubbing it for luck or something. He gave Sarah a nudge, “go on, treat yourself.”

“What?!”

“You touch my dick all the time,” he insisted.

“Not in public I don’t!” she scurried away.

Anar patted the beast on the solid shaft, “she’s picky, that one. Don’t take it personal.”

The largest piece of erotic artwork was at the rear of the building, a sculpture of an intertwined couple in the throes of lust. Sarah didn’t know where to look.

“Well, that’s not realistic,” Anar tutted, “he’d throw his back out doing a move like that.”

“It’s art, dear, it doesn’t have to be realistic. Look, they’ve got a shop! Let’s get something for Rap.” She was off like a shot, happy to get away from the stone pornography.

The shop was no better; it was full of phallic objects, statuettes of the fertility deities they had seen full-sized earlier amongst lots of leather apparel.

“Do not,” Sarah said between gritted teeth, “get any ideas.”

“Me?” Anar asked with shocked faux innocence, “I would never.”

Sarah searched for a small item suitable for the gentle raptor, that wasn’t a butt plug or a whip. She’d settle for a fridge magnet, at this point. With a sigh of relief, she found incense; it was aphrodisiac incense, true, whatever that meant – maybe the scent got you in the mood, or it had pheromones in it, either way Rap loved the stuff and Rave, his partner, would probably enjoy the effects. Hopefully.

She realised Anar had been gone too long and her worst fears were realised when he came back holding a paper bag, looking smug. “They’ve got a sex dungeon here,” he said, “you can rent out a room.”

Her voice quavered, “I don’t want to know how you know that.” She showed him the incense, “what do you think?”

“We don’t need any of that.”

“For Rap!” she hissed.

“Oh,” he said, “yeah, he’d like it. They’ve got Love Potion tea, too. Loves fruity tea.”

She straightened her shoulders, “right. Sorted.”

“I thought you said you liked romance,” Anar laughed as his lover hurried out of the shop with goodies.

“This is seedy,” she scowled, “not romantic. I thought they’d have little love tokens, printed poems, keychains and pens, jewellery…”

“Well, they have bracelets, just with chains attached.”

She eyed the paper bag, suspiciously.

Anar wrapped an arm around her and squeezed, “don’t worry, I decided against the spreader bar,” he joked.

“The what now?” her blue eyes flashed.

He shook his head, laughing to himself. “How about a nice walk in the garden before we get a drink?”

“Yes, I’d like that. That’s my kind of romance. A nice leisurely walk amongst the flowers. If I see another statue with his cock out, I’ll snap it off.”

The gardens were beautiful; carefully laid out and tended to with dedication, they bloomed in bright colours complete with pretty hedges and love-heart trimmed bushes that set the theme. Benches lined the gravel paths where couples sat and shared snacks, chatting in sweet murmurs between kisses.

Anar’s hand rubbed up and down her side as Sarah calmed herself from the heady incense of the crowded, hot temple. “Aphrodisiac!” she muttered, “gave me a headache. That’s the opposite, surely?”

“My poor little lady,” Anar soothed, “frightened out of her wits by the big, bad monster cock.”

“I like cock…” she spluttered.

“I know you do!”

“But I just don’t like it thrust in my face.”

Anar’s ears shot upright, “you don’t?”

“Stop! you know what I mean!” she flushed.

“Yeah, I do, I’m only playing.” He stopped at a tall fountain and sat down by the cool water, patting the marble beside him. “Come here. Come to your hunky aardvark hero.” She sat and he pulled her close, “my pretty girl, my lovely little lady…” nuzzling her neck, he nipped playfully, making her smile again.

“Charmer!” she spluttered, aware there were others watching. She grabbed his free hand in case it started travelling again. Anar had the hands of a true adventurer; always wandering into dangerous territory.

He gripped flesh with his teeth and she gasped, her body jolting, “you’re mine,” he hissed, “I’ll mark you for all to see.”

“Have you given me a love bite? I am not sixteen!”

“If you complain, I’ll do it again,” he warned, “somewhere your hair won’t hide.”

She closed her mouth, fighting her snippy retorts.

Anar stroked her hair over the reddening skin, “good girl.”

“You are so going to get it, later,” she sniffed.

He only smiled, “I’m used to being in trouble. I’m nothing but trouble, if you ask Rave.”

“He’s absolutely right! You’re a menace. A sexy, adorable menace… but a menace nonetheless.”

He rubbed his broad cheek against hers, “ah, but you love me, sweetheart.”

She softened, rubbing back, “bloody good job, too, you big-nosed pest. Can we get something to drink now?”

Anar sat across from her at the outside table, smiling over his cup of dark coffee, his pale grey eyes going back to the bruise he had left hidden in Sarah’s hairline. He leaned back, comfortable, an arm draped around the back of the metal chair as he sipped. Occasionally he would flex his muscles and watch, amused, as Sarah’s eyes would widen and her cup would give a little tilt.

Giving as good as she got, she crossed and uncrossed her legs, showing lacy hold ups, adjusting the hems by sliding a finger under the delicate fabric and running it back and forth.

It was like a sexy battle; each faction making their move and receiving a suitable retaliation.

Anar liked this kind of conflict; nobody got hurt, he didn’t have to take responsibility for anything and there was no paperwork. He raised his eyebrows, mouthing to her, “dirty girl.”

She beamed, mouthing back, “filthy boy.”

He puffed out his chest, the creases in his polo shirt vanishing as it pulled, tight, “come to daddy.”

She curled her lip, lustily, tugging at her dress straps, pretending to make it more comfortable, making her chest bounce, “make me.”

Anar winked and tapped the paper bag with a finger, delighting in the worried flash that spread on her face. Sarah still didn’t know what was in there. Satisfied with the victory, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a slim, metal case inlaid with black carbon fibre, the Kaos Army logo stamped upon its matte surface with his three gold stars beneath. He lit up a cigar with a satisfied smirk and stared out at the city, rustic houses sprawling out in all directions connected by cobblestone streets and more modern roads. The Black Planet was becoming more like the Earth he called home by the day. An interesting mix of old and new; ancient temples and tumbledown cottages were nestled between shopping arcades and car salesrooms. The dragon had promised him a new home and he had delivered just that. The Kaos Army had shown this world shiny toys and they couldn’t get enough; machines, gadgets, technology, you name it and the dragon could provide. He was a difficult boss to have, sometimes, but weren’t they all? Anar would take that scaly bugger over demonic middle management any day of the week!

Not for the first time, Anar idly wondered what was going on back home these days. Had Hell still released the Millennium Bug virus on hapless mortals? Had everything come crashing down, despite his best efforts to prevent it? He hoped that his uncle was safe, at least. His friends were here with him. His parents worked for the Underworld so they would be alright, same with his old pal Crispin. What would they say if they could see him now, the general of a monstrous army, waging intergalactic war with futuristic weaponry scavenged from dead worlds? He still had his sense of humour, at least. And his fabulous hair.

“Are you ok, darling?” Sarah’s voice brought him back to the present with its sweet tones.

“Hmm?”

She tilted her head, fresh lipstick applied, “you were miles away.”

He flicked his ears, sucking on his cigar thoughtfully, blue smoke drifting from his nostrils, “worlds away, actually. Thinking about…”

“Earth?” she guessed, “I’d love to visit one day.”

“Me too, sweetheart, me too. I’ve got my portal coders working full-out getting a connection through. Trouble with numbers is there’s so many of them,” he joked.

She nodded, understanding what a huge undertaking it was. Generating the ridiculously long numbers was the easy part, cataloguing the result of them was what took the manpower. The portal system crossed galaxies, crossed universes, even. A thread sewing up time and space that the dragons zipped along, without the need for technology. Everyone else had to manually control the gates. Anar had said it was like ‘Back to the future’ but instead of a DeLorean it was swirly portal doorways and a set of interdimensional co-ordinates. She’d simply agreed, not understanding a word. He’d also said there were other versions of themselves out there, before talking about ‘Quantum Leap’, but she had zoned out by that point.

Anar drained his cup with a slurp and there was a clatter of hooves. His ears shot up, head alert in a moment; it was only a carriage trundling along, pulled dutifully by a brown horse – an ordinary one, it seemed. Sarah couldn’t be too sure, these days, not after her encounter with the general’s nightmare steed. They fit in with the ordinary horses until a bit of magic hit them and then – BAM - Wings! Horns! Witty retorts!

“You want to take a ride?’ he asked, nodding to the parked carriage.

“Ooooh, that would be fun,” she smiled, allowing him to take her hand.

They climbed aboard; the velvet padded bench seat much more preferable to the hard metal ones of the café.

“Visiting?’ the wrinkled goblin driver asked, cracking his whip after taking payment.

“Yes, we took a trip to the love temple,” Sarah explained.

“Enjoy yourselves?”

Sarah gave Anar a look, “it was… interesting.”

The driver laughed, joining traffic, “I bet!”

“Does your horse have a name? I like his blanket,” she chatted.

Anar leaned into her, the bumpy ride making him yawn. Sarah fussed with his hair, causing him to snort, grumpily. He swatted at her.

“This is Treacle. Been with me for over ten years, now. We’ve seen a few things in our time, we have. Never seen a fella like you, though,” he said over his shoulder to Anar.

“Very rare, aardvarks,” he assured the goblin, closing his eyes.

“And the missus? Elf, are you, dear?”

“No, I’m human, actually.”

The goblin had to think about that one, “huh. Far-away lands, eh?”

“Very far,” Sarah agreed.

“Never been out the city, me. I hear bad things about what’s out there.”

They both nodded in unison, “very wise.”

Tree-lined avenues opened up as the driver turned through a park gate, leading them past old ruins and graveyards, tall mausoleums bleached by the suns surrounded by angels of many forms.

Anar slid further and further down until his head was on Sarah’s lap, snoring softly.

She stroked at his cheek, gently, taking care not to wake him. He was so sweet when he slumbered. His ears would twitch, he would make small growls and popping sounds with his mouth. Anar worked all hours of the day and night, always ready for whatever was thrown at him on any of a hundred worlds out there. He had the amazing ability of taking a power nap at the drop of a hat, in any circumstances. Quite often there was a soft ‘thump’ from within his office as he dozed off in his chair during a peaceful five minutes and relaxed a tad too much, hitting carpet. He’d startled himself, once, firing off his blaster into the wall. Thank goodness for portraits! What hole? I don’t see no hole…

He snorted himself awake as they pulled up back outside the café. He smacked his lips, rubbing his eyes, “what did I miss?”

“Dead people, mostly.”

“Oh. Did they stay dead?” he asked, with a look.

“Yes, dear,” Sarah smiled.

“Well, that’s good, then.”

The goblin shook his head, bemused, “enjoy the rest of your stay,” he waved as they climbed back out.

Sarah couldn’t resist and had to give Treacle pats and a rub on her nose. “I’ve got a Polo mint,” she hissed, digging in her bag, “here you go.”

The horse snaffled it up, crunching happily. Her tail swished.

“I feel great,” Anar stretched, cricking his neck and rolling his broad shoulders, “I could get used to this holiday lark.”

Sarah slipped her arm into his, walking leisurely along the street back towards the hotel, “I keep telling you to delegate more, darling. You can only do so much. You’ve got majors and lieutenants – use them!”

He pulled a face, “everyone wants the general, though.”

“Oh, do they now?” she teased.

“Not just hot totty after me,” he grinned, “no, I can’t trust anyone else to deal with my responsibilities. What if it goes wrong? I’d be kicking myself. Peace talks, negotiations, contracts… it takes a smooth talker,” he preened. “Anyway, ‘work hard play hard’, isn’t that how the phrase goes?”

“Yes Anar, but you seem to forget the ‘play hard’ part quite often.”

“True,” he agreed. “How about we get down to some playing hard now, eh?” he grinned, “I’ll let you pull on my dogtag.” His tongue slipped out of his lips, teasingly.

Sarah gripped his arm tight, “oh, go on then. If you insist.”

“My pleasure,” he purred, “ma’am.”

She played with her hair, batting her eyes, “you forgot to salute, soldier.”

He raised his hand to his head, stamping his foot and she crumpled into giggles at his serious expression. “My pleasure, ma’am!” he barked.

“You’re such a goof!” she tittered, “what did I do to end up with you?”

“You fell for my tricks - I mean, charm! And wit!”

“I really did, didn’t I?” she sighed. “Well, I did say I’d make you pay for giving me that love bite.”

“You did! I’m looking forward to it; being in charge gets tiring after a while, sometimes it’s nice to get ordered around and not have to think for yourself. Are you going to sit on me?” his ears perked up.

“I haven’t decided,” Sarah said, airily, “depends how well behaved you are.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he growled, softly.

Anar sped up his pace as they returned to the glass-fronted hotel, clearly energised from coffee and a nap. He opened the door for his lady, who barely gave him a nod, allowing her inside the lobby and promptly pressed the button for the elevator, flinching again at the ‘ding!’ of the door opening. Some things always brought back bad old memories of working in the Hell office building. Sarah stepped inside first and Anar obediently followed. She began groping at his butt, greedily, breathing into his long, grey ear, “your butt belongs to me, now.”

He said nothing as her hands squeezed and kneaded at his muscle, only staring ahead at the flickering numbers on the digital panel, the merest flush of colour rising to his cheeks.

They arrived at their floor and she looked out, checking the coast was clear. She turned to Anar, lifting out his black, white-print-text dogtag from within his polo shirt, yanking him forward, out into the corridor, leading the way, smiling mischievously, “you’re coming with me,” she purred, “my good little soldier.”

Anar held his head high, broad shoulders back, walking smartly at her heels, just how she liked.

Sarah swiped at the door sensor with the smart card and tugged again for him to step inside, closing the door behind them and slamming his firm body up against it with a ‘thunk’. “My handsome hero,” she sighed, running her hand over his round snout, up his cheek and along his ears, looking into his eyes with a burning desire. He was calm and silent, hardly blinking, his chest rising and falling steadily as her hands continued on their merry journey down his neck, tracing a finger over his throat. She could feel him swallow. Her leg lifted and her knee pressed into his crotch, applying just the smallest amount of pressure at his most vulnerable parts. As her hand spread over his chest it vibrated from his strong heartbeat rattling behind its bone cage. “Brush your teeth,” she ordered.

His voice had lost its cocky edge now, “yes, ma’am.”

Sarah had packed a lace-trimmed nightie like the one the nymph statue had been wearing back at the temple, but hers was soft and coloured. Anar had not seen her in it, yet. With a slit that ran up to her bare hip and a very low cut to the bosom it was a rather racy number, indeed. She sat on the edge of the bottom of the large bed, “here!” she barked.

There was a clatter of toothbrush and a hurried spit. Anar marched smartly into the bedroom, turned to face her with a stamp of his brogues and saluted, staring at the far wall, “reporting for duty, ma’am.” His mouth was fighting a smile.

“What’s your mission, soldier?” she snapped, flipping her hair sassily.

“To follow your every order, ma’am,” he replied.

“That’s right,” she purred, “now take off your shirt, slowly.”

He grasped the bottom of the black Ralph Lauren polo shirt, untucking it from his jeans, gliding it up his taut tummy.

Sarah smiled as his patch of fuzzy fur that ran down from his navel to his groin was exposed, his arms bulged as he lifted higher, now showing dense armpit hair and firm pectoral muscle. “Pause!” she ordered, enjoying herself immensely. “My my, you have been working out, haven’t you?” she praised, “continue.”

Reaching up, Anar pulled the shirt up and over his head, discarding it to the floor. He puffed out his chest, snapping his arms back to his sides as if he was on parade. Not that he ever had been one of the lined-up troops; he was always the senior officer walking along the line, followed by his top brass doing the inspecting, Rave bringing up the rear and lashing out with his swagger stick at anything that wasn’t up to standard, resulting in faint yelps that Anar could hear behind him.

“Unbuckle your belt and unbutton your jeans.”

He did.

“Come!” she pointed to her feet. “Kneel.”

He sank down to his knees and she ran her hands through his hair, this time with no complaints or retaliation from her aardvark. He gazed up at her, adoringly, his head at lap height as she petted him, his soft grey hair between her fingers. His jean zip had slid down of its own accord and the bulge in his underwear was obvious, breaking through the gap in the denim.

“My soldier looks ready for some action,” she smiled, cupping his chin and leaning down to slip her tongue inside his mouth.

His nostrils dilated, warm breath blowing across her face as she kissed him, his urges being suppressed while she was in control, keeping the kiss slow and delicate. She knew he wanted to wrap her tongue in his, to suck her face off if he could, she also knew he wanted to fold her in half and get balls deep…

A sweet minute passed and she pulled back, parting her thighs, her hand spreading at her folds, showing him her slick slit and tight hole.

His lip curled for a moment as she exhaled, tugging down her nightie hem to free a full breast, running her finger over her stiff, pert nipple with a pleasured groan, tempting him with it with a saucy flick, “show me your tongue, aardvark” she demanded.

He opened his jaws wide, unrolling all seven inches of thick, pink flesh.

She clasped the back of his head and pushed him directly into her crotch, smothering his nose with her excitement, leaving a messy trail over his grey skin as he lapped at her like a thirsty animal at a waterhole.

“Slowly!” she groaned. “Yes, like that, much better. Oh, general…”

Anar gripped at her soft thighs, swirling his tongue around her clit, twisting and sliding, his rapid breaths hot across her sensitive intimate area.

Sarah quivered, “you worship my pussy so fucking good…” she groaned, grinding into his lips as his tongue tried to make its way further down, wanting to be inside of her, “too good! Stop!”

His tongue paused, obediently retracting back into his maw as saliva hung from his lower jaw in beads, mixed with her thick cream. His eyes were bright and intense from her scent and thrill. His ears pricked, straining to receive his next order.

She released her grip from his head and ordered him to finish undressing and get on the bed.

Shoes were kicked off, jeans yanked down along with underwear and his cock sprang out with a merry bounce, pre-cum smeared over his tip and shaft.

In a moment she was upon him, straddling him as he lay on the bed, her nightie riding up her thighs and folding at her waist, her breasts now completely free from their flimsy hold within the satin as she grinded against him, leaving more messy smears over his body. Grabbing at his biceps, feeling their power, she rocked her plump hips until he was inside her, his hips rising up to meet hers, his hands at her waist, his silence ending in happy grunts and snorts.

Sarah yanked at his dogtag, allowing him to get the hard, deep kisses he’d been wanting, pulling his head towards hers as she bent down. “You’re so hard,” she groaned, “but you can’t cum yet. Not yet!”

“Yes… ma’am,” he panted in her mouth, his long, slow strokes inside her becoming shallower as he screwed up his long face in determination to hold off on finishing.

“Such a good soldier,” Sarah whimpered, leaning back to regain some composure. She took some deep breaths, her hands at Anar’s thudding chest, the hair between his chest muscles now damp with sweat.

Kissing gently at his neck, his throbbing and needy dick still rock hard inside her, she took a moment to encourage him to play with her breasts. His strong hands enveloped them, squeezing and kneading, pulling at her large nipples.

Sarah squeaked, brushing her lips over his shoulders, smooching all within her reach, “you’re all muscle and no brains,” she teased with a wiggle of her hips, beginning to work them again. “Don’t move,” she hissed, bumping back on his shaft, watching him grit his teeth as her pace quickened, his arms clamping back at her waist, fingers digging into her soft body as she rocked and bounced, rising and falling, using him for pleasure.

“Fffffff…” he shook, keeping his hips down, “shhhhiii...

“No bad language, soldier!”

He threw back his head, squeaking, “cripes!”

Sarah took in a sharp breath, trying not to laugh and failed, horrendously, losing her rhythm, “cripes?!” she wheezed, ‘oh my goodness, I’ve never heard that one before! Haaa haaaa… hahahaha.”

Hands grabbed her shoulders and she was thrown off her mount, pinned to the mattress, Anar’s strong and searingly hot body flattened against her, his cock still buried deep within. She’d lost control and he was back in the room, primed and ready, roaring with triumph as he folded her legs tight to her chest, his hand on her face holding her in place as he slammed himself into her again and again amid her cries and heightened moans.

Sarah’s thighs rippled upon impact, her feet bouncing wildly in the air either side of his head.

“YOU BELONG TO ME!” he raged, pounding her stretched hole, “I OWN YOU!”

Fingers pushed into her mouth as she whined, “yes, general, sir,” whilst sucking on his fingertips.

“I love fucking you,” he rasped, “and I fucking love you!” With a dive of his head he wrapped his jaws around a breast, taking the full mouthful with a greedy suck and pull, rolling his tongue over her swollen nipple in rough licks. Sarah’s blissful shrieks filled the room. Nails raked down his back, causing him to shiver, deliciously, “you’ve got me really riled up, now, sweetheart! Fuck! I love it when you do that!”

“I knowwww…” she squeaked, licking along his fingers while her hands clenched at his ass, digging in as he slammed himself into her.

And then… he paused. Holding himself inside as far as he could go, their skin touching, Anar’s grin widened, craftily, watching his lustful younger love scrabble at his body while writhing and squirming needily beneath him.

Her mewls were high-pitched, her panting breathless, squeezing at him inside, almost crying with frustration as the fun had stopped.

“Ah, but you forget I’m a well-disciplined military officer, sweetheart, I can climb off anytime I like and leave you a wet, horny mess…”

“No!” she sobbed, “you bastard, Anar!”

He nodded, pouting, looking sorry even though he was far from it, “I know, you really don’t want that, do you? My poor little love, all folded up…” he slid himself out despite loud protests, “… and unfilled.”

“No, please, general, please…” her blushing cheeks were scarlet as she begged, her blue eyes wide, watching his long grey cock twitch just outside of her sopping pussy as it rested there.

“What will you do?” he teased, “what can you do? Pull my dogtag and hope I’ll play nice again? It won’t work,” he chuckled, “it only works when I want it to, you know that.”

“Oh, come on!” she pleaded, lip quivering, “you were well into it. I know you’re just messing with me.”

He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, enticingly, “bend over the sofa thing for me. I’ll give you what you want from behind.”

Sarah couldn’t get up fast enough, dutifully placing herself over the rolled arm of the chaise longue, presenting her plump ass and dripping pussy as she stood on tippy toes, her face down into an embroidered, velvet cushion.

“That’s my filthy tart,” Anar praised, rubbing himself between her butt cheeks as he gripped them tight, giving them a hefty smack, “no laughing or I’ll go make myself coffee,” he warned, “and you don’t want that, do you?”

Sarah shook her head, her arms folded beneath the cushion, bracing for impact.

“I didn’t hear that…”

“No, general, sir!” she whimpered. There was a rustle of a paper bag. She froze for a moment, holding her breath.

The whallop of something harder than Anar’s hand landed upon her generous backside and she yelped.

“That good, huh?” he asked, sweetly, bringing the leather paddle down upon her soft and yielding flesh again, “I thought you’d like it. What’s a little pleasure without some pain?” he raised it again and it came down with a soft ‘thwap!’, her reddening skin rippling at its impact.

“Ah! What the heck is that? Ow!” Sarah lifted her head to get a better look at her torture implement.

“It’s a suitable punishment for an uppity, cheeky whore such as yourself,” he laughed, smacking her again, “a spanking paddle. It’s great!” he enthused, enjoying every minute. “Don’t worry, you’ll get all of my fat grey cock in a minute…” he gave her another red mark and admired his handiwork, running his hand over her warm skin, “what a juicy, fat ass you have,” he moaned. His hand dipped further down, his fingertip playing with the wetness around her pussy.

She groaned as he pressed his body into her from behind, the length of his cock sliding up her slit until his tip poked out of the top of her clenched buttocks.

He spanked her again, feeling her flinch, “ohhhhh, that’s good,” he nodded, “that’s really good…” he guided his tip inside of her, slowly, watching as she tried to back up onto him and rewarding her efforts with another crash of the leather paddle.

She yelped and her knees trembled.

“You get it when you get it, young lady.”

“Yes, general, sir,” Sarah whined.

Pushing in another few inches, Anar held onto her waist, getting ready for a slam. She was tight around him, tight but wet, her toes curling into the luxe, dense carpet of the fancy hotel room. He dropped the paddle, placing his other hand at the other side of her body, sliding it up to cup a hanging breast as she lay bent over the furniture, panting and whimpering. “Bite the cushion, sweetheart,” he growled.

Sarah nodded, taking the plush material in-between her teeth to silence her lustful screams, only muffled shrieks sounding as Anar slammed his hips all the way forward and she was crammed full of his hard dick, up to the hilt, stretched out just how she liked it, his underside ridges rubbing at her as they were dragged in and out with rapid speed.

He bent over her back, his soft snorts and pleasured growls growing in volume as he fucked her furiously, sending her sprawling forwards with his pushes, going at her like a buck in springtime, his hands tight on her waist and tit while he bit down on her shoulder.

Soon, he was moaning filthily, lost in the bliss of the rut, succumbing to his natural urges, needing to mate and to breed like the animal he was, snapping his head up to cry out and make enough noise for the both of them.

Cum dribbled out between Sarah’s legs but still he continued, determined to fill her up as many times as he could, to flood her with his hot seed over and over until he was a dry husk and sapped of his strength.

Sarah’s feet were off the floor by this point, her head, shoulders and belly now lying over the arm of the chaise longue as Anar’s body continued pushing. His whole body was tight, tense, his hips a blur as he thrusted into her soft, welcoming form, her pussy clenching around him, milking him for every drop of goodness. She came with ferocity, gripping him in climactic waves, but still he persevered, releasing another spurt and continuing unabashed. Three times was his limit… so far, anyway, but this time he wanted to go for four. It would work up quite an appetite for dinner, wouldn’t it?

Sarah had joked about it being aardvark mating season, but the reality was he’d never gotten a lot of action in his life before he met her and there was a lot of catching up to do! He’d been robbed of the best years of his life thanks to the small print in his old Underworld contract that had come into effect upon its destruction by dragon fire. He’d emerged into a fantastic new world, thrust into a military career as general of the Kaos Army by the same dragon as before and there had been no time for sex; he’d simply accepted that he was older, none the wiser, and fulfilling some strange destiny that had been put into place by his distant magical ancestor. Now he had pussy on tap he was going to drink from it, thank you very much! Sarah was everything he could have asked for – hot, horny, able to tease him to ridiculous levels and actually rather smart when all was said and done. She could calm him with a gentle touch and rile him up with a flirty look. There had been nothing in his future but work… now he had a burning desire for life, for love and for family. He was going to have to work on that last one, wasn’t he? Showing his girl that he could step back from duty, to make time for her and potentially a little one was now his mission.

His third climax made his knees buckle. Gritting his teeth he got back into it, sweat trickling down his brow, ignoring the twinges at his groin as his balls begged for mercy and his overstimulated cock made its unwanted objections. He was part dragon! One little hormone pill was not going to stop him from knocking his girlfriend up! Magic could do amazing things – unreasonable things – he’d seen that first hand. He had many traits of the scaly kind; possessive, greedy, proud and powerful, all balanced with his innate kindness and desire for heroic deeds. He’d made a point of being faithful and true in the pit of Hell, of being a person even the most vulnerable could trust to be good to his word. He’d flung magic at some of the most foul and despicable creatures imaginable, down there. What was the point of it all if he couldn’t make something wonderful with the woman he loved? The woman who had taken him to her bed and cuddled up to him, showing him the softness he’d been lacking all those years? Leaving her old life behind to join him on the epic adventure that was their future? That first kiss had been bewitching, their first love making a soul-binding ritual; the stuff of fairytales. He could not – would not - imagine being with anyone else. She was his, he’d collected her like a true dragon with a shiny gem, clutching her to his heart and risking death to not release his grip even for a moment. Jealousy welled up in him like a spring if any other man so much as smiled at her.

He was going to have to marry her, wasn’t he? A binding band upon her finger to ward off any spunky chancers.

There was a faint groan from the cushion, “are you done, dear?”

“One more,” he panted, “I can go one more.”

“I came ages ago…”

“I know! I just… need to get this out of my system, sweetheart.”

A trembling hand raised, showing a thumbs up, “you’re doing me great, darling, this holiday has been just what I needed, thanks.”

“We’ll have another holiday, I promise! Somewhere nice, with a beach… and palm trees. Another world, maybe. You deserve it. You deserve everything for putting up with me.” He thrust one last time, the last of his seed and strength gone, “I’m going to get you pregnant one day, you know that, right?”

There was a small laugh, “yeah, I know. I stopped taking my pill ages ago but I didn’t want you to get all cocky about it, dear.”

He pulled her into a tight cuddle on the half-sofa type thing and covered her in kisses, joyously, stroking her hair tenderly.

“You’re such a big softie, Anar, no matter how you try to hide it. I see it, through the bossiness and the uniform, I see it,” she promised. “And it will upset Rave no end to have a miniature version of you running around, I’m sure.”

He sniffed, hiding his face in her ample chest, “oh gosh it will, won’t it? He’ll hate being an uncle. I can’t wait.”

“But it’s hard work, trying for a baby,” she cautioned.

“I’m up for it!” he slid himself back inside her again, determinedly, smaller movements this time as he willed himself for a fifth round.

“Aren’t you just?” Sarah giggled, wrapping her legs around him and reaching for his dogtag.

The lighting was as soft as the music as they sipped on wine in the hotel restaurant; Sarah chewed on her lip trying not to laugh as Anar’s long ears drooped. He gazed at her across the table, his grey eyes fixed and full of love.

“You’re going to spill your drink, dear,” she teased, playing with her hair.

“Mmmm,” he agreed.

She brushed her foot up his trouser leg and watched as a big, goofy grin slid up his long face. “What do you want to eat?” she asked, fluttering her lashes.

“Food,” he replied, dreamily.

“Well, that’s better than what I thought you were going to say.”

“Pussy?”

She choked on her drink.

“Serves you right,” he grinned.

Sarah coughed and placed down her glass, revisiting the menu, “I’ll probably have the chicken.”

“I like your dress,” he said.

“I know, you told me,” Sarah smiled.

“Oh, yeah. Is it new?”

“I told you that, too.”

He tilted his head, “sorry, I’ve been a bit out of it, haven’t I?”

She shifted on the padded seat, smiling, “just a bit, darling.”

He reached across to take her hand, kissing it sweetly, “my love,” he purred.

She shook her head, sighing, “such a charmer.”

“I’m sorry I had to pop back in the office for a bit,” he frowned.

She waved a hand, airily, “you weren’t gone long, I needed the time to recover, anyway.”

“Murrr,” he growled.

“Was it anything exciting?”

“Oh,” he rolled his eyes, “one of the pocket portals was bugging-out in the field, Major Swiftwing panicked, thinking it was lost. The Intergalactic Security Council had a bunch of medics crossing a border for medical aid and wanted some of our soldiers doing the escort, so losing them would have been a total headache. Had to be me dealing with it, you know, can’t have a fuck-up without the superior officer to blame it on. Plus ,the risk of our secret alien tech getting into enemy hands and all that. Well, it’s dragon tech, really.”

Sarah nodded, knowing only too well how closely the Kaos Army guarded their portal system.

“But I’m back now. With you. Where I should be…” he smooched her hand again, the red satin stripe of his general’s jacket cuff shining in the candlelight from the table centrepiece. Roses surrounded the flame, their floral scent wafting, mixing with Sarah’s perfume and Anar’s cologne for a pungent combination.

The waitress appeared, “I’ll have what she’s having,” he said.

“If I’d known that, I’d have got vegetables,” Sarah joked.

The waitress nodded and vanished again, taking away the menus.

“I keep thinking of the mess I made,” he whispered, leaning closer.

Sarah’s eyes darted left and right, checking nobody was too close, “that chaise longue is going to need a SCRUB,” she hissed, stifling a giggle.

“I pulled out and you were flooded…”

“Five times,” she squeaked, “I still don’t quite believe it.”

He breathed out, slowly, his nostrils widening as they always did when he was feeling excitable, “the thought of putting a baby in you really spurred me on,” he rumbled, “I wanted to keep my cum in you for as long as I could. The idea of you being fertile is… quite something.”

“Well, I do have child-bearing hips,” she teased, smiling as Anar curled up his lip with a soft growl.

“The biggest hips I’ve ever had the pleasure of grabbing.”

“You can grab them again, tonight, darling. I want you to wear your jacket for me.”

His snort was barely audible, “you’re a kinky little minx and I love it!”

Sarah pulled down the short hem of her silk dress and squirmed, her eyes reflecting the gold glimmer from his epaulette stars. “I know what I like,” she smiled, coyly, “and I like how you look in it… wearing nothing else. I remember the fuss your captain made when I grabbed it, back in your tent, and you didn’t object. He said nobody got to touch your jacket without receiving a thump.”

He nodded, his ears flicking up, “I’m very protective of it, I don’t feel properly dressed without it on. Nobody gets to touch it but me… you’re highly honoured.”

“I am, aren’t I?” she grinned, playfully, “lucky, lucky me, getting to run my hands over it while you’re humping away.”

Anar’s cheeks turned pink and he glugged at his wine, averting his gaze, “thank goodness for uniform fetishes.”

Sarah laughed, merrily, “only your uniform has that effect on me, especially the way your butt looks in those camouflage trousers. Phwoarrr,” she growled.

“What, these ones I have on now?” he winked.

“Your butt looks so good in them, I’m telling you! I just wanna…” she made hand grabbing motions.

“I’ll let you get an eyeful before I take them off.”

She gave him a sultry look, “sometimes you don’t take them off, sometimes you just yank them down if we’re having a quickie at lunchtime.”

“Stop getting me excited,” he hissed, “there’s no room in these for growth.”

“Okay, I’ll stop.”

“No, don’t, I love it, really,” he licked along his mouth, showing her his long, skilled tongue, “so many memories of being between your thighs and going back to the office with your scent all over me.”

“Mmmm, and me going back to the classroom of boisterous orcs after you’ve had your fun and I’m a hot mess! I can barely count to twenty myself after you’re through with me.”

“You do such a good job with those idiots,” he beamed, “I don’t know how you have the patience.”

Sarah held her head, proud, “I told you, they’re just big toddlers, really. A stern look, a wag of my finger and a promise that I will be disappointed if they don’t pay attention in class and they’re putty in my hands. Then I pull my pack of shiny stickers out and all of them have their hands up like their lives depend upon it. Smartest orcs around, now, that lot, I’m telling you.”

Anar laughed, “smart orcs! Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Then they go and get themselves blown up,” she tutted.

Anar agreed, it was a bit of a waste, but it was what they wanted – to go out with a literal bang.

Their meal arrived and Anar frowned at the greenery on the plate. He didn’t like vitamins, they tasted bad. He pushed them to one side.

“You know,” Sarah said, sweetly, “being healthy helps with reproduction.”

He did not seem convinced, “skaven spread like the plague and they eat out of the bins.”

“You’re not a skaven,” she chuckled, slicing up her chicken, delicately, while the general chomped chunks out of his on the end of his fork.

“You thought I was a big rabbit. Or on drugs.”

“Ok,” she snorted, “but those drinks you used to guzzle down did look suspicious. I’m glad you’re off them, now. You are off them, aren’t you?” her glare was piercing.

“Yes, sweetheart, of course I am. Just regular old caffeine for me, these days. Coffee never let me down.”

“Hmmm, well, good. I had a couple of those drinks and look where that got me,” she sighed.

“But think about it, Sarah, if you hadn’t then things would have turned out differently.”

She chewed, thoughtfully, “would they? I almost got eaten by a warg. True, you saved me. I can picture it so clearly, the way you stood, raising your handgun, shouting at me to get out of the way. For a moment I really felt like a damsel in distress.”

He puffed out his chest, “and your hero came to your rescue.”

She sniffed, “before being angry with me, yes. I sometimes wish you’d have kissed me, like in those silly action movies you love so much, when the hero gets the girl. You could have said, ‘oh, you’re hurt, let me help,’ and brushed the blood off my cheek with your thumb before pulling me in to smooch me, telling me how ‘you almost lost me’, and looking sad about it.”

“Alright, so I’m a crap hero,” he shrugged, shaking his head.

“I never said that!” she spluttered, “you just showed me how much you cared in a different way. A way I didn’t see at the time. I suppose I hadn’t taken you seriously up until that point, you were just a weird creature with an attitude problem who took the piss out of me.”

He grinned, widely, “I was bad at flirting, what can I say? I fancied you from the get go. I wanted to show off and you didn’t bite. It scrambled my brain. It didn’t occur to me that all I had to do was wait for you to come to me. And when you did, well, we know what happened then, don’t we?” he purred.

“I came for you,” she whispered.

“You did. All over my tongue.” He unrolled it, wrapping it around his last piece of dinner on his fork and slid it back into his maw with a growl.

Sarah gulped, feeling flushed with lustful memories, “more wine, dear?” she helped herself to another glass from the bottle.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

They were tipsy and giggly when they finally made their way back to their room. Anar’s grey face had a definite tinge of pink to it and his usual smart footsteps were staggered, almost tripping over his own boots as the hallway refused to stay still. Sarah wasn’t much better, swiping at the door scanner haphazardly while squealing as her aardvark’s hands wandered up her dress, feeling the lace of her underwear, snapping it against her inner thigh.

They’d finished the wine and moved into the cocktail lounge, sipping fruity concoctions while snuggled up in a cosy corner together. He’d tried to sneakily wrap an arm around her and get into her bra and Sarah had wagged her finger like she did to the cheeky orcs and told him to take it somewhere else… and so they had.

They stumbled into the room, Anar bumping into her from behind, totally ‘by accident’. “We need to freshen up,” he slurred, pulling her into the bathroom, “come shower with me. I want to soap up your tits.”

“Ooooh, I’ve never shared a shower with anyone, before,” she breathed, rubbing the outline of his stiff cock through his trousers.

“First time for everything, sweetheart. Give me a grab, you know you want to,” he turned, showing her his butt.

“I do! Rrrr, such a fine ass you have, general. I should use that paddle on you!” her hands spread over him, feeling his firm backside up, lifting the flaps on his back pockets to slip her hands inside for a closer touch.

He turned his head, looking at her, “you ever fingered a guy before?”

Her jaw dropped, “no! What? You’d – you’d like my finger… in there? You’d like that?”

“Try me, sweetheart,” he growled.

“Well, I…I…” she stammered, “I could. If you want.”

“I want,” he breathed.

She giggled, embarrassed, “I wasn’t expecting that,” she admitted.

He removed his jacket and immediately found a hanger for it, being his treasured possession. The rest of his uniform was discarded with lesser care. He stepped inside the shower and got the water flowing as Sarah struggled with her tight-fitting dress, almost falling over as it caught on her raised arms while she lifted it up. “I knew that second glass wasn’t a good idea,” she whined. Finally, she was free and got an eyeful of bare-naked aardvark under the rainfall shower head, his dogtag dangling over his bare chest and steady stream of warm water running off the end of his erect cock.

“Come on,” he urged, “let me wash you.”

She stepped inside, closing the door.

Anar grabbed the scrubber and poured soap over it, smothering it over her breasts, kissing her nipples, moaning as her hand reached down between his legs to fondle his balls. He caressed her chest, holding the weight of her bosom in his hands, nipping at her playfully.

Sarah gripped his wide shaft with her curled fingers, stroking him from base to tip, drawing heavy sighs from him.

“I could jerk you off,” she suggested.

“You wanted me in my jacket.”

“Oh, yes, I did! I love how it jangles when you fuck me,” she moaned as he sucked deep on a stiff nipple.

“But you can tug me for a bit if you like.”

She did, gripping tighter on him, firm upwards strokes bringing louder noises. He began to twitch and slippery precum coated her hands.

Anar pulled back, soaping up the rest of her with a quick swipe before turning to face the tiled wall, his hands steadying him, sticking out his butt, enticingly, “go on,” he begged, “you won’t hurt me, I promise.”

Sarah swirled her finger in-between his cheeks, his tight hole puckered and small as soapy water dribbled over it. “I’ll try,” she said, prodding with her fingertip gently at its centre, applying pressure. Wriggling it inside, he was hot around her, flesh on flesh and he groaned, low and long.

“Are you alright?”

“Fuck! I’m good, I’m good,” he panted, pushing back, “you can go deeper. Please.”

Half her finger was in and he yelped. She panicked, pulling it back.

“No!” he growled, “it’s fucking amazing, don’t you dare! Get it in there, give it me!”

Sarah’s groggy head swam, she wasn’t quite sure what was happening but she could hear noises she hadn’t heard before coming from her boyfriend and she didn’t know if she was scared, aroused or both. With a final push she was down to the knuckle.

His head was smushed up against the cold wall, whimpers and steam all around him. He swore, crying and sobbing. She wriggled her finger around, like he would do if he was in her pussy, sliding it to and fro as he loosened up.

“This feels good?” she asked, tipsily.

“FUCK YES!” he shivered, his nails scrabbling at the tiles, his toes curling on the non-slip mat beneath them, “aaaahh… ah! Harder!” he clenched his teeth, almost snarling.

“Okay then,” she nodded, going along with it, moving her finger faster, watching him slip down the wall to stick his filled butt out further towards her.

He was snorting as he did close to climax, his muscular thighs quivering, “touch… my… cock…”

As soon as her other hand ran along his underside ridges he cried out, sending a great glob of cum splattering over the wall. He groaned again, bunching up his shoulders, clenching all over. “You… are… amazing…” he huffed, relaxing at last.

Sarah’s voice was wobbling, “thanks. I think.”

“Seriously,” he gasped, “I haven’t had that for so long, I forgot how good it was. Oh wow. You’ll have to give me a minute. I’m seeing stars.”

Sarah washed him with the soap as he breathed deeply. “So… finger in butt is good, yes?” she asked, gently.

He sighed happily in reply. “I didn’t mean to cum,” he apologised, “but it was just too good.”

She rubbed his back, soothingly, “I can see that, darling. I’ve had my fair share of filling, today, it’s ok.”

“There’s always tomorrow,” he smiled. With a shaky hand he dispensed his shampoo and scrubbed through his hair, rinsing it off while still swaying unsteadily. “What do you want to do tomorrow, anyway?”

Sarah washed through her own damp locks, “there’s the fairy museum to go visit, that looks interesting; I hear there’s a unicorn skeleton on display and some magical artifacts from the Old Era.”

“Sounds like a bunch of nonsense to me,” Anar snorted, stepping out of the cubicle and wrapping a towel around himself, only dropping it twice.

She stood under the showerhead and looked at him, wide-eyed, “your ancestor was a mage, Anar! You trained at the Infernal Holy College using magical amulets, how can you say it’s nonsense?!”

“Real magic is alive, not kept behind glass or stuck on a plinth. You can’t contain it, it’s all around us.”

But Sarah was up for an argument, “clearly, you can contain it if you put it in amulets,” she frowned, turning the shower off to follow him out into the bedroom.

“That’s trapping it, holding it against its will… I know about what magic can do. I know that it will try to get out anyway it can. It wants to be free.” He rubbed at his hair, his grey forward sweep now a fuzzy, mad pile of floof upon his head.

“Maybe in your world, but the Black Planet is a place of ancient sorcery. I want to see the fairy museum. I want to see the unicorn,” she pouted.

Anar was too tired for this, “fine,” he agreed, sliding between the sheets that thankfully had been changed while they had been out, “we’ll play with fairies tomorrow.” He curled up on the pillow and closed his eyes.

“Oi! Where’s my goodnight kiss?’

“Come and get it,” he yawned, “before I zonk.”

Sarah pulled on her bed-shorts and top, turned out the light and cuddled up next to her aardvark, smooching his lip, gently. He snored. She patted his fluffy head, “sleep tight, darling.”

The morning brought light rain that tapped softly against the window, the twin suns dim behind dark clouds. Sarah rubbed her eyes, her head still feeling thick from last night’s drinking. Turning over, she wrapped an arm around Anar’s chest, playing with his tufts of chest hair, kissing his shoulder. His ears flicked as he slept, tickling her face. “Good morning, hot stuff,” she whispered.

He grunted in reply.

“No it’s ok, I’ll make my own cup of tea,” she smiled, giving him one last kiss on a broad, grey cheek.

She cracked open the blinds to let in a little light, ignoring the moans of objection from within the bed and quietly began brewing up drinks for the both of them; Anar’s dark coffee pungent and strong, stirring him further into consciousness.

“Noffee?” he mumbled, still unmoving.

“Yes, dear,” she laughed, placing the mug by his side of the bed, “noffee.”

He reached out, blindly.

“Stop, you’ll spill it, you ninny!”

“Mmmm,” he agreed, “war crime.” He opened his eyes a tiny fraction and very carefully curled a finger around the handle, pulling it towards his opening mouth with steady effort. He slurped, noisily, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.

“I don’t know how you do it,” Sarah marvelled, “that’s blisteringly hot. How do you not burn yourself?”

“Get used to it,” he answered, gulping again, “if I leave it, I forget about it and cold coffee is the worst.” As the mug drained he became enlivened once more, propping himself up with open eyes and alertness. “Thanks, sweetheart, I needed that.”

She cradled her own cup and snuggled back up next to him, sipping daintily, “weather’s crap, today,” she frowned.

“Oh dear,” he sighed, exaggeratedly, “whatever shall we do with ourselves? Trapped here together, in bed…”

Sarah took a breath, “here we go,” she sighed, trying to drink her tea as he pulled her up on his lap. Cold tea was way worse than cold coffee, no matter what Anar thought! His nose brushed her back as she sat facing away from him, his morning wood pushing through between her thighs as he rolled her bed-shorts down to her knees.

“You’ve never done reverse cowgirl for me, before,” he said, grazing at her neck with his teeth, his hot breath on her skin.

“Never done a what, now?”

“This.” He lifted her up with his strong arms, finding her pussy with the tip of his cock and gently placing her back down again, exactly where he wanted her, letting his length slide inside.

Sarah sipped her tea, groaning, as the feeling of being full washed over her.

Anar’s hands kneaded at her soft body beneath her pyjama top as he leaned back into the headboard, pulling her back with him, her hand keeping her mug steady. “Rock those big hips for me, sweetheart,” he coaxed, “give your general what he needs.”

She moved, slowly, every nudge of him inside bringing gasps between her gulps of drink until she began to moan and sit back harder with every bounce.

“Good girl,” he groaned, squeezing her breasts, comfy and relaxed in his sitting position. He closed his eyes, letting her do her thing, enjoying every rub and stroke inside her tight wetness.

Tea finished, she swallowed the last of the tasty brew and slammed down on him excitedly, his ridges sending jolts through her pelvis that spurred her on in pursuit of carnal pleasure.

“Dirty biiiiitch,” he rumbled with a snort, his grin wide.

“Ah! Aaahh!” she squeaked, “big, grey aardvark bastard!”

“You fucking love it. Look at you, getting yourself off on my cock. Bet you’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Can’t help but cum on your general’s fat cock. Just a slutty little human girl who can’t go back to a smooth dick now you’ve had something more exotic, isn’t that right?”

She nodded, whimpering, “it’s true, ohhh it’s true…”

“I could touch you right now and you’d cum, wouldn’t you?” he teased, “one little touch,” his hand pulled at the smooth folds around her clit and she gasped, slapping sounds growing louder and wetter as she grasped his thighs between her own, moving quickly over him.

“Yes, yes yes!” she panted, wanting nothing more than to climax around his throbbing shaft.

She could hear his chuckles as he watched herself working up to a frenzy.

“What did I tell you? First time I made love to you? I’d make sure you never wanted any other man ever again. I’m a man of my word, sweetheart. Now cum for me!”

A warm glow of pleasure erupted from between her legs as his hand rubbed vigorously over her stiff, enlarged pearl and she threw her head back, moaning loudly, her orgasm whipping through her body like a bolt of energy, rippling in tight waves.

“That’s some good fucking pussy, damn!” he growled, thrusting upwards and finishing in a happy snarl.

She offered no resistance as he pulled her back into him, wrapping his arms around her with a loving embrace. He nuzzled his snout on her back, his rapid breathing full of satisfied growls. They cuddled in a warm glow, snuggling, locked together below the waist.

“Don’t you want breakfast?” Sarah eventually asked.

“Mmm, I could go for a bacon sandwich right about now.”

“You and your bacon sandwiches! I’m banning you!” Sarah tutted, “you’ll have muesli and you’ll like it.”

“Yeah? You take a bacon sandwich away from general Warlock and there’ll be a fight,” he snorted.

“I’ll give you a fight!” Sarah lifted up from him, wet strings of cum and her own special lubricant dripping over his thighs as she grabbed one of the dense, full-filled pillows and bonked him around the head with it.

He hadn’t expected that, he raised his hands defensively with a shout, reaching for his own weapon of war behind his head as her barrage continued, pummelling his long nose and clean, dry hair, making it frizzy with static.

“Not the hair!” he yelped, “Right! That’s it!” he thwapped at her with his full might, knocking her back down with his pillow.

She laughed, hitting back, the pillows making soft thuds as they collided with each other, drifting feather filling falling.

“I was born for war!” he roared, lifting his pillow high.

“Oh yeah? Well, I wrangle uppity toddler orcs for a job and you’re the uppitiest toddler I’ve ever known!” she threatened back.

They clashed again, grrrr-ing and gnashing their teeth, pushing against each other, biffing each other around the head and body with glee.

“You really think you can take me on in combat and win?” he sneered, pressing the soft bed item into her chest as she struggled against it, grinning.

“I’m the underdog, I am! You always root for the underdog in those silly movies you love so much!” she dived to the side and bapped him again, on the side of the head, knocking his ears about.

“Owww,” he yelped, clutching his long, sensitive aural organ, curling up defensively.

Sarah dropped her pillow, overcome with remorse, “darling, I’m sorry, are you ok?” she fussed.

He moved like a striking serpent, his smile wide and crafty and she realised she had been fooled like an idiot as the pillow strike completely flattened her into the bunched-up bed quilt, his long fingers tickling her with malicious intent.

“No! Stop! Ahahahaha, no please! Mercy! I yield, I yield,” she shrieked, chortling, squirming and kicking her legs.

He pushed his face into hers, his eyes burning with triumph, “decorated war hero, I am! I’ll use any tactics necessary for victory, you better believe it!”

“You’re a git,” she giggled.

He released his grip on her armpits, raising his head proudly, “nobody takes my bacon sandwiches from me.”

“Fine! But don’t come running to me when you get high cholesterol.”

He sniffed, “you’re not a licensed medical professional anyway. And, I’ll have you know, I’ve been given a clean bill of health five years running. It’s the bullets that’ll get me, not clogged arteries.”

Her expression softened, “I hope not, Anar. I don’t like to think about losing you, no matter how much of a pain you are.”

He rolled off the bed, winking, “I’m part dragon; I’ll be alright, sweetheart, I’ve got luck to last me a lifetime.” He dug in his case for a clean outfit that wasn’t his uniform and began to dress for breakfast.

Grey, drizzly skies broke into warm sunshine at last and the fairy museum was only a stroll away through busy market streets.

“Fairies must have been a big deal, around here,” Anar marvelled at the front of the sandstone blocky building surrounded by winged pixie statues. A wishing well sat, moss-covered and crumbly, the faded hand-written sign hanging around its rim declaring that all proceeds would be donated to charity. Faint clinks proved the well to be dry as coins were tossed in.

“Make a wish,” he said as Sarah dug for loose change in her handbag.

“I’ve never been one for wishes,” she admitted, “I’d rather make things happen by my own means. I’m in control of my happiness.”

“What? Not even world peace?”

She scoffed, “and put you out of a job? What kind of girlfriend would I be?”

“I don’t think even fairies could manage that, to be honest,” he shrugged.

“I could wish for your happiness.”

“I’m already happy. Wish for Rave’s happiness, he’d hate that!”

Sarah shuddered at the thought, “he does need to lighten up, doesn’t he?”

Anar nodded.

She paused, the coins in her palm, it was all silly wasn’t it? Wishing wells didn’t really grant wishes. But if they did, what would she wish for? They had money, the dragon saw to that. They had their health – bacon sandwiches not withstanding. Maybe Anar could see his uncle again? He was always talking about home and the family and friends he left behind.

Clink.

“If I see that dinosaur smiling, then I’ll believe in faeries,” he gave her a playful nudge.

She just smiled sweetly and said nothing.

Walking inside, they took a free guidebook so Sarah could find the unicorn she wanted to see and a guided tour was due to start that they could join. A crowd had gathered at the front desk, the floor tiles laid in a pattern showing phases of the moon as their feet scuffed over it.

“I always loved all this mystical stuff,” Sarah said, wistfully.

“It’s different when you live it. I’ve chatted with werewolves, brought lost souls back to their graves – well, one at least and I’ve battled the royalty of Hell.”

“Nobody likes a show-off, dear” she scolded.

A tall, elfin figure ahead gathered the visitors closer together, a pair of butterfly antenna stuck on her head of golden curls. Her glittery outfit dress was butterfly themed, a pair of green pointy-toed slippers were on her dainty feet and a pair of embroidered wings were strapped to her back. She waved a star-tipped wand as a pointer.

Anar tilted his head, looking confused.

“It’s only a costume,” Sarah said. “She’s not really a fairy.”

“Very funny.”

The guide explained about the Old Era and the mythical fairies that once lived in the foothills that the town now sat on. They lived in the waters and the forests, guiding the moon across the sky and bringing the change of the seasons. They had a magic all of their own, talking to the animals and the Old Gods.

Sarah followed, listening to every word, looking at every exhibit with interest:

Paintings of fairies, descriptions of all the different kinds of fairies and fey folk, legends of fairies and their whimsical interactions with everyday people, objects that had been supposedly blessed by the faeries for one reason or another.

Anar zoned out, thinking how much it reminded him of his old college days and the ancient artifacts that lay there, deep in the archives. It had just been Old Stuff, items that his dinosaur pals had fiddled with, carelessly.

On his home-world, Earth, the fairies - sprites - pixies, whatever you wanted to call them, were servants of senior mages and loyal familiars to demons. Alexis Crowley, his old sworn enemy, had always been accompanied by one. It would tinkle and glimmer around his ugly head, chittering in its mystical language, doing the human demon’s bidding and protecting him.

Whatever kind of faeries the museum was talking about was nothing like what Anar had seen. You’d never see one dancing on a toadstool, for starters. These faeries were twee, cutesy critters, sweet and lovely – like little flying elves. The faeries he knew were the spawn of evil, mischievous and cruel to a fault. They fed off the power of belief, as most magic did. Believing in fairies could get you in a whole heap of trouble.

He’d been left behind, the guided group heading off into a hall where a pale, equine bony skeleton had been nailed to a plinth; the unicorn reared, amongst other so-called remains of legendary beasts, brittle and old and stripped of all dignity.

He took a step and thought better of it. There had been a gnawing sensation growing at the pit of his stomach, a feeling he hadn’t had for quite a while. General Warlock often joked about trusting his gut, but it wasn’t really a joke. He felt things others didn’t. He saw things others didn’t. Like the tour guides wings. Oh, sure, the ones she had strapped to her back were part of her work uniform, a bit for the tourists, they were seen by all. The larger, gossamer pair at her back were hidden from those around him. There was magic here and he could feel it, bubbling in his blood. It was a sensation he dreaded, not because it was unpleasant, no, because it was quite the opposite; he craved it, desired it, needed it.

“Anar?” Sarah turned round, calling for him.

He stood by the room archway, pointing off into the distance, “going for a piss,” he mouthed.

She shook her head with a smile, “fine.” The skeleton grinned at her, its horn shining bright under the spotlights. If it was real, genuine, the power of it would be immense. Unicorns were seen as graceful, pure creatures but Sarah knew horses well enough to know that a live one would be a terrifying beast, much like the nightmares that hid themselves from sight. A snorting, kicking, stabby wild animal.

The guide stood next to her, chatting, “you like our Innisfred? He’s lovely, isn’t he? A shame that the magical legends all died. Ordinary folk don’t like magic, it frightens them, so they destroy it,” she shook her head.

“Yes,” Sarah agreed, “my boyfriend talks about that a lot.”

“Oh? Is he the grey fella at the back?”

“That’s right. He’s an aardvark, very rare. Gets mistaken for a donkey a lot.”

The guide laughed, “I see it! He’s certainly very… unusual.”

“Oh, that’s my Anar. Special. Very special.”

She looked around, “where did he go?’ she asked, smiling sweetly.

“To the loo. He didn’t really want to come. I don’t know why, there’s so much interesting stuff here! He said it was nonsense, but he’s the descendant of a mage,” she scoffed.

The guide’s pretty smile was brittle, “haha, that’s funny. A mage. You’re joking, of course.”

“You can ask him yourself when he gets back, just don’t mention dragons or he will never shut up,” she grinned. “It’s not a real unicorn, is it?”

Opalescent eyes blinked, “sorry?”

Sarah gestured to the skeleton referred to as Innisfred; “it’s not real? Or the horn isn’t, at least. The power of such an artefact would be incredible. Anyone with magical tendencies would be drawn in like a moth to a lightbulb. A terrible weapon in the wrong hands. Any hands, really.”

There was a pause. “Indeed. This is only a cast. The real thing is far too precious for public display. Innisfred is very much real, though. You are a scholar of the ancient practices of magic, I take it?”

“Oh,” Sarah shrugged, “I’m learning. It’s amazing to be on a world where magic is real.”

Her mouth flapped, finding words, “quite,” she said at last. “Though it’s still not something people talk about so openly.”

“What? We’re in a fairy museum! You’re talking about magic.”

“As a dead and distant thing, yes,” she agreed, sadly.

“Anar says magic is alive. That it doesn’t like to be locked up. He says it’s everywhere and wants to be found.”

“I’d very much like to talk to him.”

Sarah looked around again, “he’ll be back any minute.”

Luck was a powerful thing. It was lucky that the roped-off steps down to the storage area were currently deserted, it was lucky that the only member of museum staff who stopped him could be fobbed off with a flash of his Intergalactic Security I.D. and a story about a report of theft from one of their curators. “Oh yeah, things go missing all the time,” was the reply, “sold to the highest bidder, I should expect.”

Luck was following his turmoiled gut to one of a thousand brown boxes, all lined up in neat stacks, floor-to-ceiling, his blood fizzing like soda while his heart thumped as though he’d run a quarter mile in a minute.

Luck was blowing off the dust in a thick cloud, running a hand over heavy, sturdy wood and knowing the tarnished metal straps that held the padlock would be weaker than the lock itself, able to be ripped off the box with a grab of his strong hand.

Upon lifting the splintered lid, a searing light broke out amongst the shredded protective packaging revealing a slender, spiralling, pearly horn.

Sarah would never believe this! He knew the unicorn skeleton couldn’t have been real, or the horn on its skull, at least. Anybody who knew about magic could tell it was far too important to let the public touch it. How long had it been hidden here, torn from its owner’s head, a wicked, cruel act of violence upon such a majestic and noble animal?

His hand shook, his fingers stretched, reaching out tentatively. He knew that holding this would bring back those feelings of power and uncontrollable energy. When magic flowed through him, he really did believe he was part dragon. That he was the descendant of a great mage. That he was unstoppable.

He sensed a movement. “You’re here about the thefts?” a gravelly, male voice asked.

“I am,” Anar replied, holding up the heavy unicorn horn in his grip. “I’m here to return what was taken.”

“Oh, good! You have a lead? It’s rather embarrassing to have our things sold off at auction… we have to buy them back, usually.”

“I don’t think you follow what I’m saying, pal.”

The curator gave Anar a curious look, “the paintings?”

He turned, almost crackling with energy, his pale eyes shining with a mystical, golden glow, stepping forwards with the horn pointing directly at the bearded hobgoblin before him.

The speckle-skinned curator was dressed in a long, many pocketed dust-coat, his blue work shirt and tie rippling as magical light spread out around them. He backed off, panicking, his hazel eyes wide, “dragon!” he shrieked, calling out a warning, “DRAGON!”

There was a thump and the museum curator was thrown up against a wall of shelving, pinned, surrounded by a blue pulse. “Aw, shit,” the hobgoblin moaned.

“Don’t get wandering off, now,” Anar smiled, walking boldly past and out into the corridor towards the museum steps, back to the plaster-horned unicorn.

There was light. There was noise. The glass cases holding exhibitions vibrated, a faint humming building in their ears as they stood by the bleached bones. Plaster drifted from high, arched ceilings amongst cries of surprise and alarm from museum staff and visitors alike as they were blinded by dazzling rays. Racing footsteps disappeared out of range as everyone fled to the safety of outside.

Sarah gave the tour guide an apologetic look, “well, he said he was going to the loo…”

“What is going on? The whole floor is shaking! Is it an earthquake?” the elfin lady grabbed at the unicorn skeleton to steady herself.

Metallic screeching pierced through the hum and drone of shaking masonry. The screws holding Innisfred’s rear hooves onto his plinth began to unwind, drawn out of the base by unseen forces.

“No! Innisfred!” dainty hands scrabbled to push them back in, afraid of the precious unicorn tumbling into a pile.

The other visitors made a quick exit past them, urging them to follow.

Sarah placed her hands on her hips, tossing her hair, haughtily, turning to face the now lonely doorway, “just what do you think you’re up to, dear?” she demanded. The light that broke through into the room was glittering, like the fairy dust she’d seen earlier; dust that was not for the fairies to use to perform magic, but dust from their charred corpses when the old early town-dwellers had discovered that fairies could be destroyed with fire.

Anar’s outline was barely visible through the shimmering haze. The long ears and perfectly arranged hair, the broad shoulders and long face. His eyes were blurred by a golden aura. Held out before him, in his grip, was a long, twisting spire of dazzling pearl.

“Move, fairy!” he barked.

“No! I won’t let you hurt him!” she splayed out in front of the rearing bones, protectively. Her pretty opal eyes were wide with fear.

“Move, now, or I will hurt YOU.”

“Anar, behave! Where did you get that? And don’t say ‘the gift shop’! Put it back!” Sarah scolded, unimpressed at all the fuss her boyfriend was causing. Not that this was anything new; he had a knack for causing a ruckus.

A faint wail came from down below in the building’s depths; “DRAGON!”

Anar jerked his head, crossly, “shut it, you!” he fizzed as though he’d been plugged into the mains and was barely keeping his grip on reality as it was. Any more questions and interruptions and things would start going ‘boom!’ very quickly. He whipped back to the only two remaining people, the horn poised with purpose; “I’m trying to put it back, Sarah, but the fairy is in the bloody way! Do you have any idea how difficult it is to use one of these without trying to destroy the world?!”

Sarah nodded to the shaken elf girl, “I’d do as you’re told, he’s used to getting his own way.”

“You didn’t say your boyfriend was a dragon!” she wailed, miserably.

“Part dragon,” Sarah corrected, “but enough to be a pain in the ass.”

Stepping to the side, still begging for him to rethink his actions, the fairy guide watched as the bones began to move.

Hooves came down and the skeleton began to walk on all four limbs, jarring movements from unconnected parts grinded them together.

“Innisfred…” she felt the firm grip of the strange visitor lady upon her as she tried to reach out to the animated museum exhibit.

It tossed its head, creaking, stepping closer to the well-dressed aardvark holding its horn out in offering.

The plaster at its head crumbled, great sparks flying as Anar allowed the unicorn to push its skull into his hand, the horn connecting in a shower of fiery blue embers.

They could only stand, dumbfounded, while slowly the unicorn came to life; blood, bone and flesh, its mane growing long in splendid white tumbles, its tail swishing with happiness and finally it gave out a heartfelt whinny of appreciation, stamping its glossy black hooves upon the dust-strewn floor. A legend reanimated. A fantasy realised in living beauty.

“Ok,” Anar sighed, his limbs feeling heavy again and a tiredness coming down upon him from the efforts of controlling the horn’s power, “now you can go back to your unicorn.” He rubbed Innisfred’s soft white muzzle, accepting the creature’s thanks as it brushed roughly against him, joyously.

The fairy guide abandoned her pretend wings, leaping upon his narrow back with a holler and whoop, “Innisfred! My friend, my beloved! You brought him back to me. I thought you would destroy him forever,” she gasped, clutching at his mane as he reared, proudly, tossing his spired head with a snort.

Anar puffed out his chest, “I always do the right thing. Even if it does get me into trouble, most of the time. Magic wants to be free,” he smiled. “I’m still not going to believe in you, though.”

The fairy laughed, patting Innisfred’s strong neck, “you really are draconish, aren’t you? You know, I’ve hunted for his horn here for so long, only a dragon’s luck would lead you to it so easily.”

The hobgoblin’s wail was heard again, “anyone?!”

“We had better be going,” the fairy nodded, there are still parts of this world where magic can reign and we shall find them!”

The general snapped them a smart salute, “give ‘em hell, fairy!” he barked.

They thundered out of the room, cantering out to their freedom and the future it held.

Anar gave Sarah a glance, “I’ve just enough residual magic left to fix this up, come on.”

“I’m never trusting you again when you say you’re going for a piss,” she hissed.

“Very sensible. Never trust a dragon and all that.”

“Part dragon,” she reminded him as they descended the steps to the storage area.

“It’s enough, sweetheart, believe me.”

The glow of his eyes was already fading as the discovered the unlucky hobgoblin, just in time for the spell to end and he sprawled to the floor, spluttering crossly.

“I’m sorry,” Anar apologised, helping him up with a sympathetic frown, “they took your unicorn. You were robbed in broad daylight. Must have been a professional outfit, no clues left behind, no witnesses. Wish I could have been of more help. I’d suggest more stringent security measures around here. In fact, I can recommend some guys if you’re interested. They’ll fix you up with live cameras and armed guards, very reasonably priced.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. Anar couldn’t help himself. He complained about his workload and then immediately added to it any chance he got.

“The… unicorn?” small goblin eyes blinked with confusion.

“Yes. They’ve been eyeing it up for a while. Probably sell it bone by bone for witchcraft, you know how it is.”

He nodded, slowly, “yes, yes. Very true. Such a shame. I’ve been saying a few padlocks and a bit of rope wouldn’t cut it in this new digital age.”

Anar was enjoying this, “ah, but they never listen, do they? It’s awful being right all the time, isn’t it? Well, you tried. Hopefully now, they’ll see sense. Here, take a card…” he dug in his trouser pocket.

The hobgoblin peered at it, still under the influence of magic, reading aloud, “If you’re being robbed, if no-one else can help, and, if you can find them, maybe you can hire the K-Team?’”

“One of our sub-divisions,” Anar coughed. “Be happy to help protect your timeless treasures.”

A green, bony-knuckled finger tapped the thin laminated card, “I’ll be right on it!”

“Good lad! Right, must be going, lovely museum,” he grinned, slipping his arm inside Sarah’s and pulling her away with urgency.

“Please don’t be mad at me…” he gave her his biggest eyes and droopiest ears as they sat down at the restaurant’s outside dining area for lunch. Small tables were separated from the bustle of the throughfare by a cute white picket fence, sheltered by large umbrellas that flapped in the breeze..

“I don’t know whether I’m scared or impressed, Anar, truly I don’t. I hear about your crazy escapades but I’ve never been witness to one of them before. You really gave a unicorn back its horn…”

“Discipline is a fine thing,” he agreed, “it would have been so easy to just run off with it and try to take over the world. I knew that woman was a fairy, I could see her wings behind the pretend ones.” He leaned in close to her over the menus, “I see magic people.”

She slapped at him, playfully, “you and your jokes! And it all worked out. You even got security work out of it,” she shook her auburn locks, “don’t you try any of that dragon mind-trickery with me, mind!”

He waved his hands around, mystically, “you find me very, very sexyyyyyy! You want to do dirty things to meeeee…”

She erupted in laughter, “I don’t need magic for that! Silly aardvark!”

He looked around them at the scenery; distant foothills and crowded forests behind shiny shopping malls and uniform, new-build houses, “isn’t it nice knowing that there’s a fairy riding a unicorn out there, somewhere, just like in your silly stories on your bookshelf?”

“No sillier than your old movies,” she scoffed, “I’ve seen lots of aliens and none of them tried to put eggs in people!”

“It frightened you enough to get a cuddle out of it,” he objected.

“Oh,” she said, lightly, “so that’s why you make me watch the scary ones?”

“I like the military ones as well. I make notes,” he grinned. “But, seriously, I’ve always been drawn to doing the right thing… my moral compass is simply set that way. It can be complicated; people are complicated, there’s no one single action or decision that can make everything better, always two sides to every conflict and suffering on both,” he rubbed his chin, “but that unicorn was robbed of its horn and subsequently its life. So, I had to give it back. There was a reason I was drawn to it, same as there was a reason I was drawn to you.”

“To get in my knickers?”

“Absolutely,” he agreed, his grin widening. He pulled out his cigar case and lit one up, puffing in deep draws, contentedly.

“I thought you smoked Marlboro’s? Or the dinosaurs said you did, anyhow,” Sarah asked, revisiting the menu, hungrily. Muesli for breakfast was full of nutrients, but it wasn’t very filling. She quite fancied some cake, today, as a treat.

“I did. I always had half a pack in my jacket pocket. I found the busier I got, the less I smoked… I guess I’m finally accepting my age and so I’m going for a more mature look,” he leaned back, folding his arms, “I’m becoming a distinguished gentleman.”

“That’s the best joke so far, that is!”

He laughed in agreement, “thanks.”

“So, you say Hell took life away from you for breaking your contract?”

“Honey,” he gave her a stern look, “I didn’t break it, I had it destroyed, in dragonfire. Sounds much more dramatic and as you know, I’m all about the dramatics.”

She exhaled, slowly, with a roll of her blue eyes, “aren’t you just?”

“I’d worked five years of a twenty-year stint. So, as soon as that piece of parchment began to dissolve to ash, the fine print was activated and ‘Ta-Da! Fifteen years older, serves you right, now you’re 38. Enjoy your aching joints, loser’.

Her jaw dropped, “gosh! And that happened how long ago…?”

“Six years,” he shrugged, “-ish. Ah, don’t feel bad for me, I’m thriving now, sweetheart. I’m not the only one who’s ever wasted a good chunk of their life or, at least, felt like it was robbed from them. I wouldn’t change a thing.” He reached out for her hand and rubbed his thumb across hers, blowing blue smoke from his nostrils, “I was a crap demon. On purpose, it has to be said! Can’t deny that. But I am a great general. Finally, it feels like my life is going in the direction it was meant to.”

Sarah squeezed his grey hand, “oh, darling, you’ve been through so much. To think all I had to contend with was routine and boredom!”

Anar gave a derisive snort, “I don’t think I’d like that, neither!”

“Yes, we’re ready to order, I’ll have the sweet sponge cake, thanks, with a cider, please” she smiled as the waiter trotted up on tiny hooves.

The faun nodded, turning to Anar who was giving Sarah a disappointed shake of his head, “cake? For lunch? And I get told off for my meal choices! I’ll have… that,” he pointed to the item, not wanting to mispronounce it, “with a dark beer. Thanks.”

“Getting adventurous, aren’t we?” Sarah teased, “I think there’s vegetables in that one.”

Anar seemed to regret his decision with a flattening of his ears, “oh…”

“You’re so funny! My funny, handsome, distinguished gentleman,” she reached out and booped his nose, delighting in his cross-eyes as he looked down his long snout at her finger.

“I’ll bite you,” he huffed, pouting from being laughed at.

“Kinky,” she winked. “It’s not like I don’t already have marks from you!” She flashed her neck bruise with a flick of her hair, fingers tracing over the broken blood vessels amongst her peach-toned skin, down to her bare collarbone, guiding his eyes like a cat following a laser-pointer.

“I’ll add to them,” he growled.

Sarah covered it back up again, gazing at him sultrily, “you can certainly try, general.”

He rumbled, friskily, showing his teeth.

Her voice was husky, “later…”

Anar’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, her flirting clearly successful, as always.

Their drinks arrived along with Sarah’s frosted cake slice. She dug straight in, sighing with satisfaction at the sugary taste.

Anar took a large gulp of his dark beer, thirstily, “you’ve never told me about your first time.”

“Moffoffim?” she asked, mouth full.

“Mmm, yes, your first time in bed. I’d like to hear about it. In detail,” he added.

Sarah’s eyes darted furtively, assessing their surroundings, “not here.”

“Yes, here. Tell me how they seduced you, what they did to you,” he purred. “I like it when you get me excited.”

Her blue eyes blinked. She skewered another forkful of cake as Anar’s meal was placed down with his cutlery. He’d got some sort of pasta dish, containing red peppers and courgettes in a thick, meat-filled sauce. It smelled good. “My first time wasn’t all that, honestly. I’d always gone for gentle men…”

He raised an eyebrow, twisting strands of spaghetti, “I’m a gentleman!”

Sarah paused, “you know what I mean. Tender men, slow lovers. Shy boys. The kind who balance accounts books, not charge around battlegrounds on a winged nightmare firing their blaster while yelling ‘yippee ki-yay, motherfucker!’. Those movies have got a LOT to answer for.” She shook her head, continuing, “so my first time was very tame compared to the things we get up to.”

“Even so… it must have been good, right? How did it feel? Did he sniff you through your knickers?”

Sarah almost choked on crumbs, “no, certainly not!” Her cheeks coloured as she coughed.

“Oh, alright. You like it when I do it.”

“Y-yes, anyhow, this guy, as different from you as possible, remember, was a friend of a friend that I met at an engagement party. We chatted about books.”

Anar immediately began to grumble under his breath.

“We had a few lunches together, he was a student of the arts so he was mostly interested in illustrations rather than plot. I mentioned that I had dabbled in sketching and he took that as an excuse to come visit.”

“Did he want to paint you in the nude?” Anar’s ears pricked, hopefully.

“No! Honestly, you’ve got the filthiest mind.”

“He missed a trick, if you ask me.”

“So,” she sighed at the interruptions, “I let him flick through my sketchbook and one thing led to another…”

“Ha! Led – like lead – get it, sketching pencils? Sorry, continue,” he apologised, filling his mouth with food.

“He… did say I would make a fine model… I had a goddess shape, he said, with my big hips and curves. It was an excuse to touch me up, I knew it at the time but I liked the attention. He kissed me and…” her blush deepened, “rubbed up against me.”

Anar chewed, growling, “good lad.”

“Can’t believe I’m saying this in public,” she hissed.

“It’s great! What happened then?”

“Well, then, he wanted me to rub him, so I did. Like I do to you, through your trousers. Only he didn’t go off,” she smiled.

“Oi!”

Her voice was very low and quiet, but Anar’s ears were exceptionally keen, “he asked if I’d ever sucked anyone off before. Obviously I said no… which encouraged him, so then he asked if I was a virgin. When I said ‘yes’, he asked if I wanted to do it with him. It wasn’t anything special, it was fine, you know? He was having more fun than me at any rate. It certainly didn’t make me want to rush out and bed every eligible bachelor in the neighbourhood.”

Anar pulled a face, “no orgasm?”

“No. So, what about you? I just know that you’re going to have one heck of a conquest to relay.”

He grinned, “I was at my uncle’s place, it was Christmas 1993, I was finishing my last year of college. Uncle Monty was seeing this posh tart of an Alsatian lady..”

“You did NOT fuck your uncle’s girlfriend?!” she hissed, outraged.

He laughed, “No, of course not. There was another Alsatian there, slightly older than me, a bit frisky – dogs are, aren’t they?, always humping things. They came onto me and made me feel a certain way. We fooled around a bit one night, made each other cum. Then, the next day, after we’d fed Destroyer a mince pie and Monty was making turkey dinner with his girlfriend, we crept up to my room and he spread his fluffy ass for me. Tightest hole imaginable.”

“I’m sorry?” Sarah spluttered, “I’m sorry, what? He… spread his…?”

Anar had a dreamy look on his face, “I stuffed him good. Had his tongue lolling out and everything. First fuck,” he nodded, “busted the biggest nut in him. Wow, that Christmas was the best one I’ve ever had…”

Sarah sipped her apple cider, “that was quite a curveball, I didn’t see that one coming! Now I get why you were so into getting fingered.”

Anar beamed, “I’m very flexible with my sexuality, being strictly straight is like living on beans on toast all your life.”

“I’ve never done anything with another girl…” she frowned, “have you had many… experiences with guys?”

He leaned closer, “some of those elves back at base aren’t as sweet and innocent as they look, I can tell you that for nothing! They love a bit of authority… and dick.”

“You’ve been boinking your soldiers?!” she tried to keep her voice low through the shock of it all. She’d imagined Anar to be only into women.

“Ah, only a couple, I don’t really get much time for fun, do I? I’ve been with other ladies, too, there was this demonology student I seduced who was really cute. One of the rare times I actually used my wily demon skills on anyone. I thought she could help me get out of Hell. It didn’t work out, let’s just say that much.”

“Blimey,” she breathed. “You were the first guy I’d ever been with who didn’t want the bedcovers over us to keep warm, that’s how bland my sex life has been. I could count on one hand how many times I’d had sex.”

He scraped his pasta bowl, “don’t get me wrong, I didn’t get much, but I always had the best time.” Fixing his gaze on her, he paused with the last forkful of lunch in front of his mouth, “I’d love to get in your ass. You up for it?”

Sarah put down her drink and held up a cautionary finger, “I don’t think,” she said, slowly, “you would fit.”

A big grin spread on Anar’s grey face, “that wasn’t a ‘no’.”

She tried to say more but he interjected.

“That wasn’t a ‘no’ and now I’m pitching a tent and ready for some camping!”

Despite herself, she smiled at his joke, “I’ll try anything once… with you! Only with you!”

“Awww, you trust me?”

“Barely! Sort of! But if you hurt me…” she hissed.

He straightened up, serious, “I’d never forgive myself. You know that. Even the paddle was just a bit of fun, I’d never actually do you harm. I want you to enjoy being with me, want you to keep coming back for more of me. Pleasuring you is…” his nostrils widened, “it gets me off when you get off, right?”

She nodded, “I can’t argue with that. I’m a wet mess if you so much as touch me half the time, you weren’t kidding when you said you knew all my buttons. I’ve never been so… vocal with anyone in bed, before, you make me moan with just a rub!”

“It drives me wild,” he breathed, “you drive me wild. I could keep making you cum all day if I could. I love your moans and your shivers, how you grip me and milk me. If I could get away with it, I’d pretend to drop my fork and get under the table right now, pushing my nose against your knickers, breathing in your scent.”

“So, you wanna go back and fuck?” she smiled, coyly.

Anar growled and grabbed his wallet.

“You smell so good.” Anar’s nose rubbed over the fabric of her knickers as he rubbed it over them, under her dress. He knelt on the floor as she sat on the edge of the bed, his cock hanging out of his open trouser zip, leaking in anticipation, sticky drops dribbling down his tip.

“I told you, I’m a wet mess when you touch me,” Sarah gasped.

He darted out his tongue and licked it over her damp spot, letting the delicate taste of her juices stiffen his cock up further.

“I love to see you on your knees,” she groaned.

“Mmm, same. When you get on yours and suck me, that’s quite something.” He twisted his tongue into the crease of the pretty rose fabric, soaking them further, making an outline of her most intimate parts as they clung to her skin. He took a good look at his handiwork, “now that’s art,” he growled. With the tip of his finger he drew a line down her, feeling the nub of her stiff clit beneath him and the folds that creased the knicker fabric, ending in the indent that was her small hole. Creamy liquid spread onto his finger. He went back in with his mouth and suckled, greedily, relishing in her squeaks and huffs. He reached down with his hand, grasping his shaft, stroking at himself while he continued nuzzling into Sarah’s underwear.

Her dress was over his head but she could hear what he was up to down there below, pulling on his dick while teasing her. She lifted it up, peering down, looking at him with his eyes closed blissfully, his hand jerking on his hard cock, his nose pressed against her knickers. She ached, pushing her hips forward, needily, grasping his head. “Never imagined any guy could worship pussy like you do,” she moaned.

He nodded his head, still sliding his tongue over her knickers. He lifted his eyes, pulling the fabric hem away from her pussy with a tug, showing her his tongue length enticingly.

“Yes, yes!” she squirmed, “tongue fuck me!”

He grinned, cheekily, retracting it back into his mouth, “not this time.” He leaned back on the carpet, propping himself up on an arm, displaying his rigid member, now fully out of its hiding place, with a beckoning tilt of his head, “show me what your tongue can do.”

He gathered up her hair as soft lips smothered him, her tongue sliding over his ridges as she took him in her mouth with a slow, deep suck. He groaned, pushing upwards, her hot wetness surrounding him. “That’s my girl!” he clamped at the back of her head, pushing her down further until she began making the choking noises he loved so much, “fuck! Yesss, gag on my fat aardvark dick, dirty girl!”

She rubbed below his tip with her tongue, sliding it around until he panted and whined. Tangy pre smeared over the roof of her small mouth as his throbbing member pulsed and strained.

“I’m gonna fuck you in the ass with this,” he gasped, “I can’t fucking wait. You’ll be so tight. You want me to wear my jacket for you? Get your rocks off having your senior officer ploughing your lil hole?”

She tried to nod but only gurgled.

“Thought so. Kinky slut.” He released his grip, not wanting to fire off his blaster just yet.

Sarah came up for air with a gasp in deep, gulping breaths. Her pale face was flush and her hair was messy from being bunched up in his grip.

“Take your knickers off and stick your ass out, I’ll be right back.”

“Yes, general,” she blushed, watching him strip and remove his officer’s jacket from its hanger. He pulled it on over his bare chest, the metal clink of medals breaking the silence. He reached into his case and pulled out a tube of lube, “I don’t usually need this with a wet tart like you,” he grinned. “But today, well, it’s slip ‘n slide time, sweetheart.”

“Just the tip, ok?’ she blurted.

“Oh, it always starts with just the tip,’ he winked. “Now, show me that plump ass of yours!”

She leaned forward on all fours, his hands running over her rump in broad, soft strokes. Two fingers entered her pussy as a small treat, curling upwards inside as he fingered her, letting her relax and enjoy the sensation. Then the fingers came out and moved up, lifting her dress up her back.

“You say ‘stop’ and I’ll stop, but if you moan then you know you’re getting more.”

She nodded, giving him a wiggle of her butt. Cool, slick lube was spread around her puckered asshole, a finger probing in, gently, spreading it around. She breathed, staying calm, accepting the peculiar sensation of something being in that sacred space. He wiggled the tip of his finger around, working at her, getting deeper, loosening her up, reminding her to relax and that he wasn’t going to hurt her. He slowly went down to his knuckle and drew it out, adding another finger this time, still taking his time and not rushing. The feeling of being filled this way wasn’t unpleasant; strange, yes, but as he continued she could feel some familiar aches and throbs coming from within. Though he was adjacent to it, her pussy was feeling like it was being filled and that was always a good time. She sighed and moaned, offering no resistance.

“Well done,” he praised, “I even got noises out of you. Here, just for a minute…” he slipped himself inside of her usual, accommodating hole for a few hard thrusts as she cried out in delight.

“That’s amazing, holy FUCK!”

“Yeah? Got you worked up nicely, haven’t I?” he teased at her clit and her knee buckled as he slammed balls-deep in her pussy with a wet slap.

He groaned, feeling his overstimulated body tense up, “lucky for you, I don’t think I’m gonna be doing this long until I bust, at least.”

She trembled; she hadn’t expected that to feel so good after getting fingered in the ass. Bodies were weird, weren’t they? When he prodded again at her butthole, she pushed back, keeping focussed on not clamping down tight, remembering that it hadn’t hurt. It had been fine. She was slick and she was safe. Two hands grabbed at her hips and held her tight as she was spread wider, bit by bit as his cock tip penetrated. His dick tip wasn’t as bulbous as the human one’s she’d had before; he was more tapered and that made for easier stretching.

“That’s the tip,” she heard him say as he stroked at her skin. “How is it?”

“Feels massive,” she panted.

“Nicest thing anyone ever said! You feel amazing; so snug, so grippy, fuck!” He pushed into her again, making her gasp.

“I’m okay,” her voice was wobbly. “I’m good. It’s actually… alright. My pussy’s having the best time, right now, even though you’re not in it. Must be because you’re pushing against it.”

“I’m doing a while lot of pushing, that’s for sure, you’re stretching out great. I lubed you up plenty. Have some more.”

She cried out, “I think that’s it! I don’t…” her ass was feeling a bit uncomfortable now.

“Good girl,” he growled, nudging in and out with smooth thrusts of his hips.

She could hear the rustle of his jacket, his excited breathing, the clink of his dogtag hitting his metal buttons as it swung around his neck. She didn’t know how far he’d gotten in and she was afraid to ask, but it was becoming easier and more pleasurable now, almost backing up on him as she did when he was in her other hole, wishing she could cum. She groaned and it turned into a moan.

It wasn’t lost on him, “somebody likes that! Wanna cum with my dick in your ass?” his hand felt round for her swollen clit. “I’m gonna nut, anyway.”

“Yes, yes, fuck yes!” she tingled at his brushing fingers, feeling around in her slickness.

He prodded at her pussy, he could barely get his fingertip in, she was so full of his cock. “Wow,” he marvelled. “Imagine if you got double stuffed? Like a tasty Oreo. That would be something.” He found her pearl and prodded it, smearing her juices over it for ease of stimulation and could feel her trembling beneath him, groaning and leaning forwards as her thighs began to quiver. She was even tighter around him now. He gave another thrust for good measure. He was almost all in! “Who does it for you?” he snarled.

“You doooo…”

“Say it!”

Sarah was a wailing mess, “you do, general sirrrr!”

“FUCK YEAH!” He reached forward, grabbing her by the chest in a fistful of creased dress and he lifted her up against him, holding her body tight to his in a crouch. He sank his teeth down into the soft skin of her exposed shoulder, growling and chewing at her while cumming, stuffed inside the cramped space of her butthole as she climaxed in intense spasms around him, drawing out multiple spurts of his thick, creamy spunk.

She shuddered and cried out, both in pleasure and in shock as he left his mark upon her, her heart thumping beneath his hands in strong beats.

He smacked his lips, “perfume tastes awful!”

“Serves… you… right,” she gasped. “That hurt more than having your cock in my ass!”

“Sorry, I get these urges sometimes. Part of being an anthro animal, I suppose. That’s gonna be a big bruise.” He didn’t sound remorseful. “Oop, you’re dripping.”

“You’re dripping, dear, not me! That blaster goes off more often than your official one,” she teased, her shoulder still stinging from his mating bite, “don’t get any cum on my dress! It’s a bugger to dry clean.”

“Race you to the bathroom!” he pulled out in a smooth movement and leaped off to clean up.

“Hey! No fair, I’m all the way down here. Always easier getting down than it is to get back up again.” Sarah staggered upright, leaky dribbles spreading over her thighs. She grabbed at her dress hem, keeping it away from the mess, bounding after him.

“Let me clean you up…” Anar removed her dress and fussed over her, wiping and kissing with softer touches, murmuring tender words over her pale skin.

“I love you too, even if you are a bit rough with me, sometimes,” she smiled, straightening his jacket’s tall collar.

“Then let’s cuddle.”

She scoffed, “I know your cuddles!”

He shrugged, a small smile on his face, “I’m easily excited, what can I say? You got those curves that do that to me. He led her back to the comfy bed and patted his chest for her to lay her head on him.

Snuggling in, she fiddled with his dogtag and brushed the fine linen of his black jacket, enjoying its texture. “It’s a great jacket. Really shows off your shoulders,” she said as he rubbed her hips with his hands.

“Mmmhmmm.” He kissed her forehead, sweetly. “So, how was it? How you feeling?”

“A bit achey. Shoulder hurts like a bitch.” Her eyes glared at him. He looked away, innocently. “I’d do it again…”

“Without the biting, yeah, I got it. Can’t get you pregnant that way, though, can I?”

“I don’t think we need to worry about that, darling, not the way you keep climbing on me!”

Anar snuggled in closer, “round two?’ he asked, nuzzling at her cheek.

“If you do it slow and sensual.” She booped his snout and laughed as he went cross-eyed again.

“I can do that,” he whispered in her ear, wrapping himself around her. “I can do anything. I’m an Intergalactic Hero, remember?”

“You’re a PAIN IN MY ASS! In more ways than one, now!”

“Yeah,” he grinned, cuddling her and moving his hips, slowly, “I am that.”

“They’re back!” Rap clapped his thin, velociraptor hands together, his tail swishing.

“Great,” Rave rumbled, following his slender mate towards their approaching general and his girlfriend. “It was nice and quiet around here…”

“Hiiiiii! How was your holiday? Where did you go? What did you do? Did you bring souvenirs?”

“Yeah? Did they have any fudge?” Rave nosed at the bags the pair were carrying, prodding them with a green finger.

“It was lovely,” Sarah beamed, squeezing Anar’s arm locked in her own, “and romantic,” she kissed the aardvark’s cheek, much to Rave’s disgust.

“Wonderful!” Rap squeaked. “Did you visit the love temple?”

Sarah nodded, “we got you some incense and fruity tea.”

“My favourite!”

Rave hopped from foot to foot, “sod the tea! Where’s the sweets? A stick of rock? Candy floss?”

They ignored him.

“Sarah got scared by monster cock,” Anar teased.

Rap laughed, “oh, goodness! I can’t imagine.”

“We got some local wine, too,” Anar passed over a bag.

“Wine?!” Rave huffed.

“I collected up all the free biscuits for you, Rave.”

The massive reptile growled, “free biscuits? Tight bastard! I’ve been run ragged looking after this place!”

Rap mouthed behind him, ‘slept in every day.’

“Some of us never had a bleedin’ holiday!”

Rap mouthed again, ‘he’s done nothing’.

“WHAT YOU SAYING BEHIND MY BACK?”

“Nothing, dear,” Rap replied, sweetly.

“Nice to see nothing’s changed,” Sarah sighed.

“Any adventures?” the gentle raptor asked with a tilt of his head.

“No.” she shook her head.

“Nooo! Just a holiday. You didn’t miss anything,” Anar reassured him.

“You mean you didn’t cause any trouble?” Rave scowled, not believing it for a second, “did you actually leave your room? No, don’t answer that! I don’t wanna know.”

“We took a swan boat out to the lake. We visited the fairy museum. We had lots of nice meals,” Sarah beamed. “It was amazing.”

Rap gave his boyfriend an unusually dark look, “gee, I sure would love to have something like that.”

Rave grumbled some more, “maybe if someone gave us some time off…”

“We get time off! You just want to sleep in and laze about. I don’t get romantic meals, I don’t get the fairy museum!”

Rave bared his teeth at Anar, “thanks a lot, big ears!”

“Anytime, mate. Anytime. Enjoy your biscuits.”

They left the dinosaurs behind, giggling like naughty schoolchildren as Rap scolded Rave for being no fun.

“I missed those two,” Sarah grinned. “So, when’s our next holiday?”

“I’ve got something planned, sweetheart. Something special. How does a honeymoon sound?”

“What?”

“Hmmmm?”

“What did you say?!” Sarah gasped.

“I said I had something special in mind.”

“After that!”

“Oh, no, I haven’t planned anything after that. One holiday at a time. I’m a very busy general, you know…”

She swiped at him, “you and your bloody jokes!”