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Be a Dragon: Being a Dragon (ch.1)
🕑 Added 2020-02-19 19:16:00 +0000 UTCThere was a meme about being yourself unless you could be a dragon. I never gave it much thought beyond the occasional chuckle but that was about it. Now, however, looking down at my fuck off massive body covered in scales that were as black as midnight with the ones on my stomach holding a reddish hue to them, I suddenly found myself thinking about that meme in a much more literal light.
I swiveled my massive head large enough to swallow a minivan in a single bite, my elongated snout oddly not present when I looked up at the night sky, a crescent moon hanging above the cloudless night sky. I guess a snout was a lot like a nose -- I could only see a side of it when I closed one eye. Huh. Well...that was neat, I guess.
I shifted, the ocean washed stone cracking underneath my incredible weight, the action bringing my attention to the wings that jutted out of my back. Right. I was a dragon so, of course, I would have wings. They were pretty big, but I’m pretty sure they shouldn’t be large enough for me to take flight. But, the same could be said for a bumblebee and if those things can fly then I could too.
Testing my theory, I crouched down, fanning my wings out wide with the same ease as I would move my arms, and jumped as I flapped down. The wind-pressure was enough to cause sand and stone to fly away, the ocean that had once gently lapped at my feet pushed back for a moment, then another as I flapped again to gain some more height.
I was flying. It took a couple more flaps before I was soaring into the air, leaving the ground far beneath me. There was a city in the distance, its shining lights the only thing that I could use to easily judge how high up I was, but if there were clouds, then I would have been swimming in them. My dragon heart thumped with joy, my snout twisting back in a mockery of a smile for all the razor-sharp teeth it displayed.
Banking left, I headed towards the city, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. There weren’t any distinguishing buildings I could see with my new eyesight - it was night, but I was seeing with the same ease as if it were day and in such rich detail. I hadn’t marveled at seeing like this since when I first got my glasses at fifteen and learned that up until that moment I was as blind as a bat.
I could see street names, for crying out loud. However, my attention was drawn to a building that stood out from the rest. A large building on a small island just outside of the city proper, but there was no road to reach it. More noticeably, it was shaped like a giant T.
And, despite how impossible it should be, I knew what the T stood for. Teen Titans.
Huh. I’m in DC. Neat.
Wait, that was a bad thing. I don’t know about the real world, but in this place, if a huge dragon rolled up on the city doorstep then their learned response would be that I was here to attack the place. And I didn’t want the first meeting with actual superheroes to be explaining that I wasn’t here to hurt anyone. That was a bit of a downer.
I banked again, gliding away from the city just in case I hadn’t already been picked up on their SUPERSCIENCE sensor tech while I considered a new problem. Being a dragon was absolutely awesome. 10 out of 10, would stay a dragon forever if it was an option. Two enthusiastic thumbs up. Would recommend. But how did I go back to human form-
Oh. By wanting to be in a human form, I realized, feeling my body shrink in response to my will. Slowing myself down a bit, I timed the transformation well enough that I didn’t land too hard when I was back in...not my regular body. For starters, I was a lot taller. And buffer. Seriously, it was like God himself labored of my body before proclaiming it his ultimate masterpiece.
Though a few things were out of place, I realized, thumbing the pink hair that fell around my left eye. Thankfully, it wasn’t full on emo hair or anything. One-half of my bangs was cut short, matching the sides of my head, while the rest drifted down in a sort of business casual kind of look. So, that was a thing. On the plus side, no dragon dick or scales in weird places.
Now I had another issue. I was naked. In the middle of the woods.
Right.
Walking in the direction of the highway, I briskly jogged a bit, my junk swinging in the breeze. Then I started to sprint. Then I kept sprinting for a couple of miles, my breathing even despite the fact that I was moving at speeds that would make Olympic sprinters cry. So, apparently my body came with more perks than I expected. Cool. Now, if only they could get me some clothes, or something, then that’d be perfect.
Since clothes didn’t magically appear on me, then I’m guessing my dragon powers couldn’t manage that. Unfortunate, but no big deal.
Eventually, I made it to the highway. Through the trees, I looked at the cars zooming in and out of the city, an idea struck me. I never thought I’d do it, much less naked, and while I could run into the city...I just didn’t want to.
Stepping forward, I walked on the edge of the highway and stuck out my thumb. Any danger of a creep picking me up was mitigated by the fact I was a mother fucking dragon. If they tried anything then not only would I have a car, but clothes too. If anything, this plan of mine didn’t have a single downside.
Only if someone would stop and help the large naked man trying to hitch a ride. Cars passed me by, some of them flashing their high beams at me, but none stopped. Which was annoying. Maybe I would end up running into the city? Ah, that would suck. Though, maybe if I got closer to the city the cars would go slow enough to actually see me.
However, as if they could sense my internal plea, a bright pink fancy looking car bobbed and weaved in and out of traffic. I didn’t know what kind it was since I wasn’t much of a car guy, but it was the kind of car that you took one look at it and went ‘that’s out of my price range.’ A dream car, of sorts.
At first, it blew past me, butchering the speed limit and I wouldn’t have given it another thought if that same car didn’t slam on the brakes hard enough the awful sound of rubber on asphalt screeched out. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that same car ignored every traffic law in existence by going into the side emergency lane and backing up at speeds that I thought they were going out of their way to hit me, or something.
Instead, they pulled up next to me, a tinted black window rolling down to reveal a woman in her late teens to early twenties. Blonde hair with a pink headband, blue eyes, high cheekbones with a strong jawline that leads to a stubborn chin. From looks alone, she was a nine out of ten but in a car like that, she was easily a dime if there ever was one.
Her blue eyes raked over me, a grin on her face that grew when her gaze lingered on the hand covering my groin. “It looks like you’re in a spot of trouble. Need a ride?” She asked, her voice a tad high pitched but who cared about that?
“Yeah, if you wouldn’t mind,” I said with what I hoped was a friendly smile. My teeth weren’t dragon teeth, right? Well, she didn’t take off, so I’m guessing it was fine. The sound of the doors unlocking seemed to echo on the busy street, and I wasted no time getting inside. “Thanks a lot for this.”
“Sure thing,” the woman said, her eyes roaming me as I buckled up. “Would you be willing to say how you ended up naked outside the city? Do, ah, I need to take you to the police, or anything?” She asked somewhat hesitantly, her plucked eyebrows drawing together as if it just occurred to her that I might have had a bad day if I was naked on the highway.
“No,” I shook my head, not wanting to get the police involved. Though, if this was DC, then depending on the timeline, they could have a process for stuff like this. Nah, I don’t want to go through that whole headache of dealing with the bureaucracy. But what reason could I have for being naked on the highway?
“Fraternity,” I lied easily, and pure understanding flooded the woman’s gaze, nodding as if that made perfect sense. To be fair, it really was. “They dropped me off outside of the city and told me to camp out there for a day like that tv show ‘naked survival’ but I need my amenities.”
The woman laughed, “Can’t say they did anything like that to get into my sorority.” She commented before offering a smile that showed off perfect teeth. “I’m Kitten, by the way.” Kitten introduced herself and I could only hope that was a nickname or something. She offered a hand that I shook, smiling back at her.
I almost introduced myself with my real name, but...I was a dragon now. In a new world, in a new body. Let’s go with…”Nero,” I introduced myself, going with the first obscure and pretentious name that came to mind. Sure, it was a little pretentious, but I was also a dragon, so fuck what everyone else thought.
“That’s, like, kinda a weird name, so I’m just going to call you...Bae,” Kitten decided with the ease of someone used to being obeyed.
“If you’re giving me a ride, then you can call me anything that you want,” I returned with a small shrug of my shoulders.
Kitten just grinned at that, “well, from the sounds of it, you need a place to spend the night too.” She said, not so subtly running her gaze over my chiseled body that I didn’t earn in the slightest. “If you’re interested, you can stay at my place so your frat doesn’t find out you skipped out on your hazing. I promise you, it has plenty of amenities for you,” she offered, and I could barely believe my luck.
First I become a dragon in one of my favorite settings and now a hot rich girl wants to bang me. If this was a dream then I never wanted to wake up.
“I’m game for anything,” I informed, our eyes meeting knowingly. Kitten’s smile grew as she revved the engine, merging into traffic without looking. I’m...I’m seriously hoping that this was a SUPER SCIENCE car that had auto-detect and crap.
“Good. I was on my way to my dad’s, so I’ll just have to make a quick call, ‘kay?” Kitten informed before she grabbed her phone to pull up a contact the same exact second that she pulled a U-turn at an intersection that forbade U-turns, letting us rejoin traffic going into the city. If this was anything to go by, then I have absolutely no idea how this girl wasn’t dead yet. A display on the dash showed the contact Daddy before someone picked up on the other end.
“Yes, my Kitten?” Came a middle-aged man’s voice and I could only hope that Kitten didn’t mean ‘that’ kind of daddy.
“Hey, I can’t make it tonight, something came up. Love you, bye,” Kitten informed in short order, ending the call when the man on the other end started to ask what. Her gaze lingered on her phone for a few seconds, and those few seconds were the longest of my life because we were going about a hundred miles an hour and she wasn’t looking at the road. However, when nothing happened, a disappointed expression flashed over her face. As if she could leave her disappointment behind her, she put the pedal to the metal and blasted through the city limits, weaving in and out of traffic the entire way.
Then she put a hand on my knee. Thankfully, her other hand remained on the wheel as she pulled off the main highway, taking us down an absolutely scenic road even in the middle of the night. I spotted mansions in the distance, so this girl certainly was rich.
I looked at her hand, then at her, a question on my lips that I knew I shouldn’t ask but found myself doing so anyway. “So, do you pick up naked guys on the side of the road often?” I asked, keeping my tone light. If there had to be another shoe to be dropped, then getting a STD was too big of one for me.
Kitten snorted, “No, first time for me. And it’s not like I have anything to worry about because if you tried anything that I didn’t want, I could eject your seat with a push of a button.” She said, gesturing to a button on the dash...with the hand that was supposed to be on the wheel at all times. I blinked, Kitten looking a little too smug for me to discount the possibility, especially considering that this was DC. Who knows, ejector seats might be a common feature in cars now.
She laughed lightly at the worry that must have been on my face, but she didn’t say that she was kidding. “And the only other guy I’ve been with is my b-..ex boyfriend,” she said, gripping my knee a little tighter. I’m guessing that it wasn’t a mutual breakup. No, it definitely wasn’t a mutual break up because, somehow, she found a way to go even faster, the powerful engine roaring as we raced down a scenic cliff that offered a perfect view of the ocean.
Realizing that I was in a car with an emotionally vulnerable girl that treated the speed limit as a challenge, I wisely decided to keep my mouth shut. If she decided to wrap this car around a tree, then I’m sure I would get the blame for it somehow because I would have to transform back into a dragon, which, I’m going to be honest, I’m going to consider my true form for now on. Mostly because being a dragon was a lot better than being a human.
Her hand dipped down, lowering to the center of my thigh as she did horrible, depraved things to the speed limit and I’m pretty sure we went on two wheels at some point when she turned a corner a little too sharply. When she rounded the corner, I realized that there was a great big gate at the end of the road used simply to remind people that the poor weren’t allowed to go any further.
Kitten pressed a button on her steering wheel, not bothering to slow down as she continued to race forward. The gates cracked open distressingly slowly, I gripped the side door with white knuckles, my heart leaping up to my throat as we blew past the gate by such a narrow margin that if this car had side-view mirrors we wouldn’t have them any longer.
Behind the gate was the kind of house that just screamed ‘money.’ A modern Razor House poised on the edge of a cliff, a perfect view of the ocean. The house itself was made of a lot of glass with sharp angles -- similar to Tony Stark’s house in Iron Man, now that I looked at it. This place must cost millions of dollars. Easily.
I let out a low whistle, “nice place,” I commented to break the heavy silence. Kitten gave my thigh an appreciative squeeze as...a garden lifted upwards, revealing a tunnel that apparently leads to a garage...which was filled with several million dollars worth of cars. I wasn’t a car guy, but everyone knew the look of lamborghinis and ferraris. One of each for every day of the week, and not to mention the other dozen classic muscle cars.
“Hm, Daddy bought it for me since I didn’t want to stay at the dorms in JCU. It’s a nice villa but nothing special,” Kitten dismissed and I think I severely underestimated the kind of money this girl had to throw around. There was so much money in this room that it was causing me physical pain to think about. And this was apparently nothing special to her? How many ‘villas’ did this girl have?
“Oh,” I muttered. And you know what I’ve always wanted? A Sugar Mama. You know what’s even better than a Sugar Mama? A hot college girl around my age that filled the role of the Sugar Mama. I’m pretty sure there was another shoe to be dropped, but no matter what freaky of shit that she’s into, I decided to persevere and do it if it meant she’d hook me up with...this. “What does your dad do?”
“He’s a biological engineer that specializes in insects. Moths, specifically,” Kitten answered, pulling up in a spot before killing the engine. Her hand dipped down my thigh, lazily stroking it as she tossed me a sharp grin. “But I didn’t bring you here to talk about my dad.”
“I figured,” I returned the grin, leaning forward. Kitten met me halfway, pressing her lips against mine. A simple kiss, a taste of what would come. She tasted of cherry lip gloss and, to my surprise, I’m pretty sure she was inexperienced as she deepened the kiss hard enough that her teeth bumped against mine.
She pulled back first, a slightly thoughtful expression on her face. “That was really different than with Fang,” she commented and I could only assume that was her ex-boyfriend. Who was named Fang. And I thought Nero was a bit edgy. Her smile grew a fraction, “I like it. Now...let go inside, shall we?” She said, throwing open her door and getting out while I did the same.
She was surprisingly tall, I noticed. I was somewhere in the ballpark of 6’5, so she was somewhere around six feet tall. Though, apparently some of that was because of the high heels. She wore a pink dress that clung to her sides, showing off an hourglass figure. It looked like she was dressed up for a special occasion, but if she canceled the plans with her dad so easily then I guess it wasn’t that important.
Her eyes roamed me while mine did her, “follow me,” she said, walking with a sway in her hips that drew my eyes as if that firm ass of hers was a magnet. Like a duckling, I fell in step behind her, walking up the stairs into a kitchen that would give an interior designer wet dreams. I marveled at the place, only stopping when Kitten grabbed my hand to lead me up a set of stairs.
Even still, I found myself looking at the modern living room, a tv that could be measured in yards while outside of the glass wall was an infinity pool. This was the place that every broke idiot like me dreamed of living in. Once the sight was gone, my gaze landed on her ass again as she led me to a room. Despite only just meeting her, it was easy to tell which one was her room with the front door marked with flower stickers.
She threw the door open to reveal a very pink room. Pink walls, pink bed, pink lamp and a pink rug by her bed. What wasn’t pink was white. I guess she had a theme that she liked and she stuck with it.
“Welcome to my room,” Kitten said, turning around as her gaze roamed over me. I thought she would focus on my muscles or my groin, but she kept looking at me in the eyes. Maybe I had dragon eyes, or something? If so, that was pretty cool with me. I would check when I had the chance.
“It’s very pink,” I noted with a grin, taking the place in, searching for any signs that she might be either a serial killer or a real freak in bed. I didn’t find any severed heads or chains and whips, but I did find a photo on her bedside stand. A photo of Kitten...and a guy wearing a leather jacket and blue jeans. Fairly normal stuff if it wasn’t for the fact that his head...was a giant spider.
I mean a giant ass spider. Full on spider big enough that its giant ass legs could lift the small human body up that it was attached to. And it was a complete spider too, rather than just a spider head with a giant back, thorax and its head where a human head should be. Honestly, it looked like someone super glued a human body on a giant spider, it looked that out of place. But, apparently, if the not so innocent hand on Kitten’s ass would suggest, it was a fully functioning human.
Right. What the actual fuck.
“Ah, that’s Fang,” Kitten confirmed, flipping the photo down hard enough that I heard glass break. “We met because of my daddy’s work,” she explained as if that would explain...that.
Right. You know what? I don’t want to know.
“But I didn’t bring you here to talk about my ex either,” Kitten said, turning to face me as she took off her high heels. Her sly grin became a sultry smile when she saw my cock twitch in response. She was about two inches shorter without the heels, I noticed before she undid the belt that held her dress up before slipping it over her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra, I noticed, my gaze zeroing in on her small breasts capped with pebbled nipples. Nor did she wear any underwear.
I walked forward, the sight of her making my cock salute. Kitten sat on the bed, slowly crawling back, a blush creeping up her neck as she rubbed her thighs together, a hungry look in her eyes.
“Wait,” she said, holding up a hand, making me go still. “I’m taking a picture,” Kitten informed, leaning over to dig through her dress to grab her phone. I watched her pull up DC’s version of snap chat before she settled back down, turning her attention back to me. “Kneel over there, and bring your dick near my face,” she instructed and, with some hesitation, I obeyed.
She shifted some, angling her head so it was parallel to her face, a hand going up to nuzzle my cock while she raised the phone to take a picture. From where I was sitting, I saw it was a rather naughty photo -- her nuzzling my cock, her perky breasts barely in the photo, but still clear to see. Then she started typing.
You’re not the only one that can sleep around. A winky kissy-face followed by an eggplant and squirt droplets.
Oof.
Humming happily, Kitten shut off her phone and stuffed it underneath a pillow, but that wasn’t quite enough to muffle the nearly instant reply. Kitten ignored it in favor of dragging her tongue down the length of my cock, a hand going to her pussy before she started to shamelessly fingering herself.
So, it seems that it was less than my charms, but more of she wanted to stick it to her ex-boyfriend, who apparently cheated on her. How a guy managed to find one girl willing to fuck him when he literally had a giant spider for a head, much less two, would be a mystery that would remain unsolved until the end of time.
“Do you just want to skip the foreplay?” I asked, brushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes as she smiled as she pissed the underside of my cock. Sure, it sure sucked for that Fang guy, but, to be honest, I couldn’t care less about him. He shouldn’t have cheated in the first place.
Kitten placed one last lazy kiss to my cock just underneath the crown, seeming to bask in the musk, before she pulled away. She shifted underneath me, turning so she faced me while a hand went down to her immaculate pussy, her labia inflamed with arousal as a drop of it dripped from her as she used two fingers to spread her lower lips. That was answer enough for me.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked, resisting the urge to throw myself into her. I didn’t want kids. If I ever had kids, then I took a wrong turn in life. Kitten rolled her eyes before gesturing to the table with the picture of Fang...no, don’t look at him. Last thing I needed was to go limp looking at that genetic abomination. Fetching the condom, I ripped open the package and rolled the rubber onto my cock. It was a tight fit, but it stretched to accommodate me.
Almost painfully hard but wearing protection, I grabbed her by her hips, lined up with her entrance and thrust forward, burying myself in her cunt as deep as I could go. Her warm wet walls gripped me in a vice as a moan ripped from her throat, her hips lifting to give me better access. Before she had time to recover, I pulled back, nearly pulling out of her entirely, before I thrust forward once again, finding a slow put powerful rhythm.
“Ohhh,” Kitten moaned, gripping my forearms as she made small thrusts of her own. The too pink room was filled with the sounds of sex -- her breathy moans, the sounds of flesh impacting flesh and her pussy gripping down on me in a vice, only to be forced to let go before I plunged back into her depths. “Faster!” She ordered, and I wasted no time to obey.
My rhythm increased as I basked in the pleasure. The condom interfered a fair bit, but her pussy was like a furnace, and her face was a mask of ecstasy. Watching her lose herself was just as good as the sex. But, missionary was bare-bones basic. Time to dial things up a notch.
Grabbing her leg, I turned her on her side, her walls clenching down in the new position. Kitten was fairly flexible, so she seemed perfectly fine with the new position. Her small breast bounced with every thrust, the leg that wasn’t propped up on my shoulder was snaked between my legs as I increased my rhythm. One hand snaked down to her ass to give it a squeeze, finding it firm. She really did work out.
Kitten reached out to the pillow that she stuffed her phone underneath, much to my annoyance. She checked her messages, and from my view, she seemed to have gotten about fifty of them in the past twenty minutes. Most of them said the same thing ‘how could you do this’ ‘WTF’ and so on.
I gave her ass a light smack, bringing her attention back to me. I simply raised an eyebrow, even as I continued to hammer away at her, “I’m sure that he’s jealous enough.” I idly commented, getting a grin that could best be described as cruel from Kitten.
“That’s- hmmm- what he gets for fucking around with those sluts over at GCU,” Kitten commented, her hands gripping the sheets as I fucked her. “Three years thrown away because some bitch saw past his appearance and he caved!” There was some raw emotion in her voice as she spoke breathlessly. “I loved him for years. The least he could do was show some loyalty.”
Right. I’m not going to touch that with a ten-foot pole.
“You know, it’s kinda a downer to talk about another man in bed,” I commented idly, wanting to move the topic away from her ex. Kitten flashed me a grin as she squeezed down on my member.
“I’m sorry,” she said in a sultry voice, the tempo of her own hips matching mine. She tossed her phone away before she shifted so that she was on all fours, her back towards me. “I’ve been bad, haven’t I?” She said, biting her lip as she looked over her shoulder, waving her firm butt at me even though I was nearly buried to the hilt in her cunt. “I should be punished, shouldn’t I?”
“Damn right you should,” I played along, giving her ass another smack, hard enough that there was a clear handprint on her pale tanned flesh. She moaned, clenching down as she started to roll her hips, taking over the majority of the work.
“Oh,” she moaned breathlessly as I met her pace. “That’s right. Punish me. I deserve it. Picking up a random guy and letting him fuck me, I’m such a slut, aren’t I?” She asked, earning her another spank for her dirty talk.
“Oh, you are,” I told her, picking up the pace so the room was filled with the harsh sound of flesh on flesh. Her ass shook with each impact, her breast bouncing in small circles before her arms gave out, her face slamming into the bed. Even then, she kept shaking her hips, her pussy so wet with arousal it was making a mess.
“I’m such a slut. I saw your big, fat cock and I had to have it in my pussy. Punish my slutty pussy Daddy,” Kitten moaned, shaking her hips with reckless abandon. I obeyed, giving her ass another smack, and another and another until both cheeks were a cherry red.
I knew it. Admittedly, calling me Daddy wasn’t the kind of freak that I thought she was or prepared myself for, but it was fairly tame all things considered. If this ended like how I wanted it to, then she could call me whatever she wanted. If it got me my Sugar Mama, then I would get my name legally changed to Daddy.
“All it took was one look and it got you like this?” I asked, a hand dipping between her legs to toy with her clit. Her breathing hitched when I roughly played with it while another hand went to her hair. She clenched down hard when I grabbed her ponytail and used it as leverage to fuck her. “And you expect me to believe you’ve only ever fucked your ex-boyfriend?”
“I haven’t, Daddy,” Kitten moaned, her walls clamping down on me as I picked up the pace, the pleasure building in her so it was left to me to pound her into the bed hard enough that it shook. “Fang was the only one to touch me before you! His pencil dick can’t even compare to yours Daddy!”
Her hips bucked, her orgasm nearing as one of her hands squeezed down on my wrist as the other bunched up the sheets, her toes curling with pleasure as her breathing became shallower with every thrust. “I’m going to cum,” she moaned, trying to look up at me. “I’m going to cum on your big dick!”
I kept my tempo, resisting the urge to go faster or harder. I kept hammering at her sweet spot, her walls massaging my length before they became unbearably tight. Kitten howled as she came hard, her body going limp as waves of pleasure crashed over her, dragging her into the white-hot depths of orgasmic bliss. All the while, I pumped into her, dragging out her orgasm as I felt my own start to brew in my balls.
Letting out a grunt, I slammed my hips against her ass before I came, filling up the condom at an alarming rate. Pulling back, I realized that the tip of it was filling up like a balloon. It wasn’t an insane amount, but there was a lot more than I was used to shooting. A shuddering breath left me as I let myself fall next to Kitten, still recovering from her own orgasm.
Her eyes landed on the condom, her blue eyes cloudy with pleasure, but that didn’t stop the cruel smirk from appearing on her face. She reached over to retrieve her phone before passing it to me, and with the same action, she took the condom out of my hand before I could toss it somewhere.
Oh.
Sorry Fang.
I pulled up the video function and aimed it at Kitten as she laid on her back, making a show of how inflated the condom was before she dumped the contents into her mouth. She savored the taste for a moment then swallowed, showing her empty mouth before she smiled at the camera. “We’re done for good, Fang. I’ve moved on to bigger things,” she said and with that hell of a goodbye, I ended the video.
Oof.
Not going to lie, I did feel a bit bad about that one. Just not enough to let it stop me. Handing the phone back to her, she pushed the send button before turning off her phone altogether.
“Do you have another round in you?” She asked, her hand going to my cock to find that it had only softened a fraction.
“I feel like I could go for another ten after that,” I told her, leaning in for a kiss. She kissed back, letting our sensitivity fade for a time before we resumed our activities. Again. And again. And again.
As far as first nights go in a new universe, spending it fucking a rich beautiful woman all night long after flying with my own power was a pretty good one.
Comments
Douglas Karr
Dragons are like cats, cats like to be comfortable and lazy
Eldar Zecore
It could be argued that the “Princess” dragon-napped the dragon, considering he literally got into a strangers car and went to her place
Benjamin Lawton
He's still a dragon, just currently shapeshifted into humanoid form. Most D&D dragons have that ability.
Owl Face
Hey man, sometimes a Dragon just wants to lounge in the castle and bang the Princess rather than storm the place and burninate the countryside. Doesn't mean he's gonna settle for the milkmaid in the village, ya know?
Kabir Kumar
I don't get the deal with the Sugar Mama thing. Why's he so obsessed with her being rich?
Owl Face
Ah, the rare and illustrious NTR Dragon. Don't get to see that often. I wouldn't mind seeing regular updates for this one either. I mean, we at least need to see Kitten's reaction to finding out she just fucked a literal dragon.
Eldar Zecore
Ohhhh, that makes more sense
IdeasGuy
The story takes place a couple of years after Teen Titans, so she's a freshman in college.
Eldar Zecore
Also, I did you change her age? I thought she was in high school or something
Eldar Zecore
I’m surprised that you thought to use such an obscure character, but I hope you decide to make this a series! I’ve always felt that Kitten was an under appreciated character after the whole “blackmail Robin thing”
Varisis
As fun as the smut is it would be even more fun if it was Raven and you made her lay an egg 3 months later unexpectedly, that would be hilarious. Go full Dragon "You are the Broodmother just give it a deer every week and teach it not to kill the villagers and you will be fine."
Benjamin Lawton
So, how long before "Nero" learns he's banging the cray-cray daughter of a major supervillain?
Blair Shirley
I really hope this becomes part of your main stories, similar to GN, PC, and Jedi
DorbenRS
Kissed not pissed. I very much liked that. I wish he could have stayed a dragon for longer though.
