Endangered Ch. 08

There was something instinctually satisfying to the dragon in knowing that he had already helped create new life within his beloved mentor and friend. The cocky lizard couldn't help his ego swelling, who else could boast such a feat of virility?

Lillian herself was surprised to feel that her usually selfish and uncaring vampiric side was coming around to the idea of pregnancy, possessing fierce maternal instincts never before awoken in one of her kind.

Soon enough, her orgasm mellowed to a gentle simmer as he emptied the last of an unbelievable quantity of sperm in her heated depths. Her body struggled to contain the vast energy he pumped into her. Like his other partners before her, she could only try to relax and be the perfect receptacle for his gift.

He sighed in incredible relief, panting and nibbling her neck ever so affectionately. She shuddered against him too, breath ragged.

He gave an experimental, cheeky squeeze of the big nipple trapped between his fingers, stirring a little tut from her lips. Unable to resist, his hand left her tummy to cup and fondle its perfect twin, marvelling at the soft, heavy perfection in his clutches.

"That was delicious," the vampire cooed her satisfaction, indulging his boyish pawing of her breasts. "I feel so much better. You fucked the jealousy right out of me."

"It was fucking incredible is what it was," he paused, still catching his breath after such a powerful climax. "Where the hell did you learn to do that...your hips... that thing you did?"

"Oh, you liked that, huh?" she teased even as his gluey semen reluctantly leaking down her thick, quivering thighs.

"Of course I liked it! I don't even..." he paused leaning forward to kiss her instead of babbling on. At the same time, he continued to massage her magnificent breasts with all the enthusiasm appropriate for a horny young man his age.

She smiled into his kiss, enjoying his youthful if inexperienced ministrations. He wasn't even going soft inside her. Their tongues met hotly for a few moments but the angle wasn't right. She began wriggling her rump back and forth, eliciting a strangled groan from her young lover. Her hips rocked from side to side in ever increasing arcs, putting some delicious strain on his stiff, blood filled cock as well as the tender folds of her leaking pussy. Eventually, she went so far that he popped out with a lewd little squelch.

She turned and giggled at his adorable look of worship, leaning up to kiss him for real, arms snaking around his neck.

"I learned most of my little tricks long, long ago."

"You mean back when you were..."

"A whore? Yes, Chris, you can say it you know? It's only a word, I'm a big girl," she couldn't help squishing her breasts into his masculine chest to tease him.

"Okay, it just feels weird. I don't want to be disrespectful." His powerful arms wrapped around her in turn, caressing her flanks and back with roaming fingers.

"You aren't. It's all about context. I knew what I was doing back then and I loved it. I tried to be the best I could be, and I was. I learned to enjoy both giving and receiving pleasure in almost every form. I was so exceptional, I caught the eye of a visiting cardinal. He turned out to be a vampire. The rest, as they say, is history. Now after five hundred years, you get to enjoy it all for yourself. The twenty-eight-year-old body of Moscow's most sought-after mistress, frozen in time just for you, Chris."

"Wow, no pressure, huh?" He was only half joking. That was some seriously intimidating experience.

"Believe me, Chris, you've got nothing to worry about. You were right, there is something between us, not just your delicious blood. You ring the ever-loving shit out of my bell and you've somehow managed to put a pea in my pod. Whatever that means, I'm with you. Wonderful sex is only making it better and better."

"Thanks, Lillian."

His cocky little smile returned as they stepped back into the warm spray and began washing themselves clean of sweat and sex. She couldn't let that go unanswered, the boy's head would surely explode if he wasn't kept in check.

"And Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm serious about my offer. Whenever you want, we can try it in my ass. Okay?"

That seemed to put him right back in his place, wide eyed and speechless.

"What, you're scared of my little chocolate spider?" Lillian smirked impishly at the stunned young man before leaning in to place a series of feather light kisses along his jaw, up towards his ear.

"Chocolate spi... Oh god, Lillian. I suppose it does sort of look like that," he guffawed at her description. "Really? We could try, I mean I've never..."

"I know. That much is obvious," she laughed kindly, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "But that's for later. Now you've had your fun with me, it's time to collect," she whispered as she leaned in to nibble his neck. Her fangs extended, arms tightening around him as she prepared to feed. His body was quivering as the sharp tips of her canines scratched dangerously down the tender flesh of his throat to hover right over the thrumming flow of his jugular vein. She could feel his rich blood as her pink tongue bathed the area with mild aesthetic, drawing out their mutual anticipation.

His scent was warm and powerful, only hinting at a trace of fear as he willingly gave her access to such a vulnerable area. The feeling of power was intoxicating for the vampire. His grip around her only tightened in acceptance and welcome, his breath hitching as she pierced him. Then she was lapping greedily, addictive blood welling up rapidly from the two little puncture wounds.

He relaxed as a tiny bit of her venom began circulating through his capillaries. Lillian couldn't help squeezing him to her with undead strength, latching onto him like a hungry leech as her instincts took over. He splashed hot across her tongue, just as delicious as she remembered. A moan of complete satisfaction welled up inside her. The parasite in her reanimated cells writhed in ecstasy, consumed by his divine sustenance. She sucked greedily at his besieged vein, swallowing repeatedly as his warmth and power spread through her already magic-loaded body.

"Lillian," came his quiet croak of protest. A dull ache began throbbing in the back of his head as she applied suction to increase the flow, his brain was protesting the loss of blood pressure, his cock was softening at an unusually fast rate. He couldn't help wondering if she was going to let him go or just slurp him dry like one of her blood boxes. He shuddered at the very real possibility.

Thankfully, she heard him and let up on the suction. Instead, she began lapping repeatedly across the little sores. The flow slowed to a trickle, then stopped entirely as his own restorative powers and the enzymes in her saliva worked together to close the wounds entirely. Out in the world, it was important that vampires left no trace.

With a parting kiss to his tender flesh and a lick of her plump lips, the vampire leaned back to study this Being that held such a grip on her existence simply by the potency of his lifeblood. The dragon smiled down at her, a little lightheaded and goofy looking. Adorable.

When she leaned in and their lips touched, it was with a passion and hot intensity that bordered on worship. Her inner beast cooed and simpered, completely devoted to the creature that gifted her such friendship, rich sustenance, delightful sex, and even the impossibility of motherhood.

"God damn you, Chris Baryst," she rested her forehead against his as their lips finally parted, "you're making me fall in love."

Chris hugged her tighter, his bleary mind was trying to come up with some sort of eloquent reply but a quiet pop and a high-pitched shriek of outrage interrupted their tender embrace.

"I knew it, you're wasting it! You're wasting it!" Immi reached up and hammered on their thighs with small fists as water drizzled down on them all. "You're a greedy, nasty, selfish pointy-mouth. I knew it!"

Chris rolled his eyes apologetically to Lillian, who was so stunned at the sudden emergence of the sprite that she hadn't had time to even consider becoming cross at the rude intrusion on such a private moment.

"I'm sorry, Lillian, I'm afraid I've been spoiling our little princess and she's become rather entitled," He leaned over and unceremoniously manhandled the tiny squirming woman into the crook of his arm, lifting her up to a more manageable height and focusing his attention on her. By now, he could almost ignore the charms of her constant nakedness. "Immi, this is exactly what we've talked about. This is bad behaviour."

Lillian watched on in fascination as the now glistening blue sprite scowled in frustration.

"But Master, she's wasting it," Immi complained. "It's just dripping out of her big slutty hole and washing down the drain. All that wonderful seed wasted. It's not fair!"

Lillian snorted, finally realising what the little strumpet was making such a fuss about. Her hand snaked down to her 'big slutty hole,' she had to admit the sprite had a way with words. With a probing finger, she found herself swampy and decidedly cream-filled. Chris' sticky cum was washing off her thighs but had by no means drained out of her yet. She was going to need the help of the detachable showerhead for that.

"Apologise," Chris spoke sternly. "What Lillian and I do together is our business. If you're going to insult her and barge in on us like a little brat there will be punishment. No more of your favourite for two weeks, how does that sound?"

"Noooo! Please! Master, Lillian, I'm sorry, okay?!" Immi's hands came together in supplication. "I was just keeping watch in the Ether after everything that happened yesterday and I felt the energy when you... when you came, Master. I couldn't help running to see what was happening, I thought you and Annabel might be, you know, and maybe I could join in. Then I saw all that tasty energy being wasted, washing down into the sewers! I just got so mad... The sewers!"

"Is this what all the fuss is about?" Lillian brought her hand into view, revealing two fingers glistening with his thick, pearlescent seed, scooped directly from the puffy folds of her sex.

Immi whimpered, starting forward at the indecent sight of the tasty morsel but Chris held her back.

"Do you have to tease her, Lillian?" Chris sighed. "It's okay, Immi. You really need to work on your self-control and boundaries. People don't like to be interrupted in the middle of intimate moments."

"Who says I'm teasing?" The vampire smiled. "Don't you want this, you pint-sized little pest?"

"Please," Immi squirmed in his arms as Lillian stepped to the side of the shower stream and made a show of sniffing the clingy sex residue on her fingers.

"Well then, here you go," Lillian held her fingers just out of the sprite's reach, forcing her to lean forward, almost toppling out of Chris' grasp. At the very last second, with Immi's eyes hopeful and arms outstretched, Lillian whipped her hand away and quickly slipped the fingers into her own mouth.

Immi wailed, hissing and spitting like an angry wildcat. Chris suddenly had a handful of vengeful sprite to contain as Lillian's melodic laughter bounced harshly around the shower cubicle.

"Calm down, Immi!" Chris ordered as her not-so-small-anymore bat-like wings battered his face. In the end he had to give her little rump a harsh spank to gain her attention.

"Ouch! Master, you saw it, you saw what she did! She's a meanie, a big, fat, pointy-mouth meanie," Immi protested, reaching back to rub her smarting backside.

"Yes, I have to agree with you on that," Chris laughed in turn at the sprite's comical reaction. "Unfortunately, there's not much we can do about that."

"Couldn't you hold her down for me, so I can get at her? Like you sometimes do with Mistress?" Immi asked hopefully.

Lillian's eyebrow arched, and she gave one final slurp of her cum-covered fingers before releasing them. Her smile was Cheshire as Chris blushed under her scrutiny.

"Immi, that's private," Chris' embarrassment was obvious. "No, we can't do that, Lillian is much too strong."

"I don't know," the voluptuous vampire teased, her magnificent breasts jiggling with barely controlled laughter. "This is starting to sound interesting. What else does he do to Annabel for you, little one?"

Chris groaned in exasperation as he flushed beet red, wishing that he had the confidence to not be embarrassed by her teasing. It was no use.

"Humph, I'm not telling you." Immi crossed her arms and turned her head away.

"How about a deal then?" Lillian returned her fingers to her enflamed labia and quickly scooped another healthy dollop of dragon-cum out of her greasy snatch. "One little scoop of this tasty treat for all the details of the nasty things he's been doing to you and Annabel while I've been away these last few weeks. He must have been doing something because you've grown a hell of a lot."

"Five scoops," Immi's attention was instantly back on the vampire.

"Don't do it, Immi," Chris cautioned.

"Three," came Lillian's counter offer.

"Five," the mischievous sprite shot a half apologetic look over her shoulder at Chris as if to say, 'what can you do?'

"A real hard ass, huh? Okay then," Lillian giggled. "But you're going to tell me what you and Annabel have been doing to each other too. Sometimes I get back to the apartment and you two reek of each other."

"Deal. But I get my treat first, I don't trust you, fang-face." Immi eyed the vampire's spunk-soaked digits, hungry but wary of more treachery.

Chris shook his head as Lillian shrugged and held out her fingers again. This time the sprite, left nothing to chance, pouncing forward like a jack-in-the-box.

"So, Chris, anything you want to fess up to before I find out all your little bedroom secrets?" Lillian's eyes twinkled as Immi quickly began polishing away any trace of his essence with obvious glee. "I wonder what Michelle is going to think about what you've been getting up to? Then again, Oslo will get a kick out of just about anything."

"Aww, fuck this," Chris despaired. "I'm disappointed, Immi."

"Sorry Master, mmrrrfff, yummy!" The sprite was clearly not in the least bit concerned now that she had such a tasty prize in her grasp.

"I'm not sticking around to be teased anymore." With that, he unceremoniously dumped the sprite onto Lillian's ample bosom, eliciting a startled squeak.

Upended, Immi had to scramble and clutch at anything she could get her hands on to avoid falling to the floor. She ended up gripping long strands of the vampire's tawny wet hair like a rope, trapped in the deep crevasse between two lofty mountains of tit-flesh like some climber holding on for dear life. Immi's feet dangled down near Lillian's mons, unable to find purchase on her wet skin. She was at the much larger woman's mercy. The sight almost gave him pause to stay as Lillian took pity and propped her arm under the blue sprite's shapely little bottom for a perch. They did make quite a striking pair.

He got out of the shower before his resolve could falter, grabbing a fresh towel and dripping his way back into the big master bedroom he called his own. Behind him, over the sounds of splashing water he could hear Lillian prodding to give up the details while Immianthe's high pitched voice protested that she was to be paid in full before a single secret passed her lips.

His ears were already burning at the thought of what Lillian might do with that sordid information. The dragon rumbled solidarity inside his chest, understanding the human's embarrassment but thinking it was silly nonetheless.

Chris dried off hastily and got dressed in some loose blue track pants and a comfortable old t-shirt. The delicious odour of fresh-baked pizza crust and basil were starting to waft in under the bedroom door. His stomach growled approval and he chuckled to himself, shaking his head at how his life was evolving.

If six months ago, he'd been able to glance into the future to this moment, he would have thought he'd lost the plot. His cock was throbbing angrily, still not completely flaccid, after the workout it had just received from three of the most sensuous women he could imagine. Yet despite his raging hunger and sexual exhaustion, his body felt full of vigour, magic coursed through his veins. Admittedly, he was still a little lightheaded when he stood up after putting his pants on. Lillian's toll was heavy, but he knew it wasn't anything he couldn't fix with a good hearty meal and a little rest.

He rubbed his healed neck absentmindedly as he followed his nose back out into the communal area. He was greeted with knowing looks from his assemble brood. Even Michelle couldn't keep a little smirk off her face, her lips quivering for a moment before slightly turning up at the corners. Annabel was just pulling the first of the pizzas out of the oven; there were several more lined up on the bench ready for their turn to bake. It smelled amazing.

He went to pester Annabel for an early taste but she shooed him off, telling him that if she let him tackle the molten cheese right now he would be whining tomorrow about his burnt pallet. She put the pizza in the safety of the warming drawer. Chris, admitting she was probably right, finally went over to get the update from Michelle that he'd been waylaid from receiving.

She was hunched over her tablet, reading text that was far too small to be healthy. It looked like some sort of official document. The wine bottle on the table beside her computer was very nearly empty, so was her glass. He thought she looked quite haggard and stressed, and it struck him how hard she had been working for months now.

"Michelle, give it a rest," he spoke softly, coming to a stop behind her seat at the dining room table and placing his hands on her stiff shoulders.

She startled, skittish and unsure about being touched. However, an involuntary groan soon left her throat as his big hands began a gentle massage of her tense muscles.

"Oh, God, that's incredible, Chris," a shudder of pleasure ran up her spine, making her sit up straight as he worked through a knot of stress just below the base of her neck. It was divine to feel his strong, warm grip and skilful fingers washing away the strain of her tired body. It had been so long since someone touched her intimately.

"You've been working too hard, when was the last time you had a few days off?" He inched his thumbs down either side of her spine, pressing firmly through the thin cotton of her blouse.

"I can't," she gasped, neck relaxing and rolling back as she leaned forward to give him better access. "Right there, yes! Oh my God, don't stop."

Across the table, Claire smiled happily at Michelle's obvious pleasure and turned to her mother.

"Remember the time I walked in on Chris giving you a nice backrub?" she asked Petra.

"Yes, dear. It was just lovely," Petra remembered it clearly. A few weeks ago, they'd been caught by her sleepy daughter early one morning as she and Chris tried to sneak in a quickie before Claire woke up. It was no surprise that they'd been caught, give the amount of noise she'd been making.

"Only I bet it wasn't just the massage that was lovely. I seem to remember he was rubbing a very tender spot a bit further down and much deeper at the same time!" she cackled at her mother's look of disapproval.

"Don't pay any attention to those two, Michelle," Chris soothed. "They're just as bad as Lillian these days. Tell me what you've been working on this afternoon."

Claire and Petra looked at each other, smiling at the obvious affection their mate had for his familiar. They were both wondering what was keeping those two apart. Such distance seemed silly to their dragon minds.