Seduced by a Dragon (Erotic Horror) (2 page)

“Depends. Sometimes I enjoy anticipating a
... ah, an encounter.” I’d almost said meal. Careful, make sure
she’s completely trapped before you reveal anything. “Why don’t you
remove your clothes?” I said matter-of-factly. Dragons were known
for their bluntness, while humans meandered, and might eventually
get to the point.

She beamed, all playful anticipation.

I removed the leather belt pack from around
my waist and hung it on a wall hook near the front door. It was the
only “clothes” I wore. Dragons were usually seen with fanny packs
out in public and nothing else, unless they were at work, and then
uniforms were usually required.

The little morsel laid her purse at the base
of the couch, and began to undress. She took her time, peeling away
her shirt and jeans, swaying her hips back and forth as she looked
into my predatory gaze. I had enough of an understanding of human
women to know she was doing her best to seduce me. In other
circumstances it might have been tempting, to a degree.

My stomach grumbled.

My claws splayed out from my sides. I took a
heavy step forward, and she suddenly straightened and ran to her
purse. Crap! Was she going for a gun? I tensed.

“I just remembered,” she said, dressed only
in her black lacy bra and panties, and pulled out a small bottle of
amber liquid. “I thought you might like this…”

I unclenched my claws and lowered my
eyeridges with suspicion. “What is it?” I had no interest engaging
this woman.

“Synthetic pheromone! From a female. A female
dragon,” she said, flashing her eyes up at me. "The company I work
for makes it. As a sales rep I get access to a lot of stuff from
our labs. They don’t know anything about my “hobby,” but I hardly
mind doing my part to, heh, field-test this stuff for 'em.” She
splashed some of the liquid onto her hands and rubbed it over her
shoulders, chest, and buttocks. It glistened on her smooth skin.
“What do you think?” She took a breath and blew across her shoulder
toward me.

I curled my lip. I really needed to end this
farce. I took a heavy step toward her with my arms outstretched,
and fingerclaws spread dangerously. My head dipped low, ready to
charge if she tried to run. I saw her eyes open wide. A shame. For
the first time, her pretty face looked truly frightened.

Then it hit me.

At first it was repulsive, like goat-blood
beer that was far too sweet. But my nostrils flared wide of their
own accord. I breathed in deep mechanically, suddenly ravenous for
more of it. My muscles trembled, and impossibly, the grumbling
hunger I had felt just a moment before was pushed from my mind.

Her eyes looked down, and she let out a
little gasp. Without looking I knew her gaze was fixed on my
member, already swollen and hard, pulsing up toward her.

A feral growl escaped my jaws. She swallowed,
and backed up until she hit the arm of the couch and stopped,
raising her hands. “N-now, Seth, I didn’t think the pheromone would
be like this—”

A small part of my mind was still lucid,
still paying attention to events. Yet detached. I was powerless to
prevent what happened next, like a buck being stampeded off a cliff
by his herdmates.

I padded to her. Claws flashed out, tearing
at the remaining bits of cloth that were standing between me and
the object of my craving. Val yelped as my sharp talons grazed
across her soft, trembling flesh.

The scents were confusing: a mixture of sex
and prey.

It only added to the mounting fervor in my
loins. The quivering human morsel dripping with the smell of
fear—an estrus-scented goddess—turned and ran. I caught her by the
arm before she took two steps, throwing her into the couch. I
roared, exerting my dominance over her and making sure she
understood.

She curled into a ball, arms over her head.
Good. As nice a gesture of submission as I could hope for. With
ease I lifted and unwound her, despite her feeble efforts to
resist, and bent her across the arm of the couch with her
vulnerable hindquarters high in the air.

It was a sight all males appreciated, your
female in position, mewling in submission with her sex exposed. I
rested my shaft in the fleshy valley of her rump, slowly rubbing it
back and forth lewdly between her soft cheeks. My fingerclaw dipped
to her slit, running the scaly side of it up and down roughly,
enjoying my property.

“Wait!” she cried, looking back at me,
finding coherent words at last. “I’m not ready!”

I grabbed a hand and bent it back behind her.
She squealed in submission. I lowered my head to her and inhaled. I
growled. I opened my jaws and took her shoulder between my many
pointed teeth. I closed my jaws so the pointed tips of my fangs
exerted a slight but threatening pressure. Stupid female,
submit!

She screamed out and immediately settled down
to whimpering again.

My claws moved around her hips, yanking her
against me and immobilizing her. I took a deep breath. The smell of
her sex. Its rich aroma filled the air around her. I released her
from my jaws, gliding my tongue across her smooth salty flesh, took
a deep breath and huffed as I lined myself with her soft opening
and plunged in hard.

Val cried out. I didn’t care. All I wanted
was her heat and tightness. I pumped into her, going in hard, but
some instinct made me stop short of ramming my member in fully to
avoid damaging her.

She braced herself as best as she could
one-handed. I lowered my snout and instinctively nibbled and lapped
at the back of her shoulders, the saltiness of her sweat adding to
my quickly mounting lust. I growled as I slammed my member into her
pussy, her head pushed into the back cushions.

I’d had sex with my meals before, but this
was nothing like those awkward halting sessions. This was pure
lust. Feral. Fucking for the sake of fucking. The overpowering
instinct of cock in pussy and nothing more.

The sensations mounted quickly and my tail
lashed behind me. A haze of ecstasy crowded my vision. The wet
tightness around my pumping probe was unbearable, an electric
tingling in my groin expanding to my spine and out across my body.
I seized up for a moment as I felt my cock pump load after load of
hot, sticky seed into her mammalian folds, flooding her womb. Her
whimpering cries degenerated into sobbing as I inseminated my
female properly.

Huffing, I slumped over her, as clear-white
ropes of semen drooped down between our legs. I lowered myself over
her, pressing her into the cushions and gasped for breath.

Minutes passed before rational thought crept
back into my mind.

My hunger had passed, but I realized I would
have to consume her anyway. The thought was repugnant to me now
(Eating your own mate! my instincts screamed at me), but it was the
easiest way to get rid of her. I couldn’t have her pressing rape
charges, and having the cops sniff around my home too closely.

Val mumbled something. I lifted myself off
her. “What?”

Several coughs followed by a sharp intake of
breath. “Damn. Goddamn,” she wheezed. “I said are you all
right?”

I reared up and pulled out of her with a
muffled slurp as semen followed my cock and plopped to the floor. I
was surprised. She made no move to get away. I glanced down at her
reddened overworked folds. “You’re asking me if I’m all right?”

She huffed, then looked up at me over her
shoulder. “Yeah. I mean that fucking hurt, you fucking scaly
monster,” she said angrily, before softening her tone, “I wish you
would've waited, I was dry for like half of that. But it seemed
like maybe you couldn’t really help yourself. The pheromone really
did something to you, huh?”

I blinked at her. “You’re not hurt?”

She climbed off the couch and grimaced as she
stood straight and walked up to me and slapped my arm, as big
around as her waist. “I’m gonna be fucking sore for days, you
goddamn big-dicked Gila monster. But I’ve had dragons before. Plus
I’ve been practicing with dildos, so nothing ripped or anything. I
might've been able to take all of you, you know, if you’d just
waited for me to get all revved up.”

“Sorry …” I heard myself say. My eyeridges
lowered in confusion..

Val shrugged and sat at the far end of the
couch, patting the cushion next to her. “So are we going to cuddle
or what? You scalies might be all wham-bam-here’s-my-sperm, but us
mammals need some snuggling afterward.”

I moved to sit next to her. I lifted my arm
over her head and rested it across her back as I’d seen humans do.
She leaned into me, cuddle-fashion, practically purring against me.
I was confused at my willingness to please her. Male dragons didn't
like their females anything less than submissive, but we wanted our
mates content too. And hadn’t I been ready to devour this
pink-skinned monkey not twenty minutes ago? What was going on?

It had to be the pheromones. I felt my
instincts shifting. With every breath I thought less of her as prey
and more like a funny-looking dragon female that I could get my
rocks off on. The wild sex a few minutes ago hadn’t hurt either. My
nostrils flared at the scent of my seed seeping from her overtaxed
vagina.

I had never given myself over so completely,
so feral to mating with a human before.

Still, I noticed what I wanted began warring
within me. My hunger was creeping back now that I was sexually
sated. I smelled the small wounds my teeth had left and moved once
more to lick the blood from the back of her neck. It made her
shiver. It made me hungry.

She was in too convenient a position for me
to ignore. I grabbed her arms and pinned them to her sides and
lowered my jaws over her, engulfing her head and upper torso. Her
head bumped the fleshy back of my throat, and I pushed my tongue
forward to engulf her further. I tasted her bleached hair. Ugh.
Humans and their vanity.

She screamed. Her fingers struggled between
my teeth, sliding around my wet gums. When she felt no purchase
there, she grabbed a hold of my ridged lips and tried to pull
herself free. My stomach grumbled. I needed to feed. I dilated my
neck muscles and moved to push her head to the back of my throat
and inhaled in anticipation of a long swallow—

My eyes widened. The close scent of the
pheromone hit my nostrils. I gagged violently as she slipped out of
my jaws coughing and wheezing. I did the same.

“What the flying hell was that, Seth?!” she
asked, wide-eyed, getting up and taking a full step back.

Think fast!
“It's … it's something we
do when we’re playful,” I said.
Quick, make some more stuff
up!
“Like neck-nibbling, only more so. Haven’t you ever seen
dog puppies, uh, try to gnaw the other puppies’ heads?”

She narrowed her eyes at me.

Maybe she would buy it. I had stopped myself,
after all. Maybe she just chalked it up to a momentary feral
instinct triggered by the pheromone. In a way, she would have been
right. But in reality the instinct it triggered had saved her from
my stomach.

In the silence of her glaring at me, I
shrugged, got up and padded to the kitchen.

Containers the size and shape of canned hams
were stacked several high on a countertop. Tan colored containers
with a brown line circling their centers, compliments of the U.S.
Department of Agriculture.

Greasy processed meat mass-produced “for
dragon consumption only”. They smelled of grease and sewer slime
and milk gone bad, and was rubbery, and tasted of brackish chicken
and cow parts, and fish.

My talon slipped under a pull tab and I drew
it open, discarding the lid in the sink piled high with others with
a clinking sound. I walked back to the living room.

Val watched, naked and arms crossed, as I
turned the container over in my other handclaw, and raised an
eyebrow as oil and gelatinous clumps fell between my fingers with a
plop and to the floor. I tossed the block of pink and mottled meat
into my jaws and down my throat in one smooth motion. She looked at
me askew. “You must be lonely here.”

“Dragons don’t get lonely. Not the way humans
do. Most of the time we’re happy by ourselves.” I discarded the can
next to the couch.

“So you can sulk in your caves and growl at
the sunshine. Not so different from a lot of human men, really.”
She fleered, unfolding her arms and sitting back down on the
couch.

“Maybe.”

We made small talk, her almost-devouring
apparently history now. She did most of the talking; I remembered I
had beef jerky Val could nibble on. I returned with a large sheet
of it, nearly as large as she was. Placing an end between my teeth
I tore off a piece several feet long, and wiping excess saliva
against my waist scales, I handed it to her. I laid the sheet flat
on floor as I sat next to her.

She looked at me, half way between
disapproval and amusement, shrugged, and tore a fragment of jerky
with her little flat teeth. It always amused me that Earth’s alpha
species had such puny dentition. But it wasn’t their teeth that had
granted them mastery of the earth.

On a whim, I grabbed her hand and turned it
over in mine. She had a surprised look, then after a moment rested
her chin in her other hand clutching the piece of jerky. She
watched me examine it, biting her lower lip and grinning up at
me.

“Like it?” Val asked, bemused.

I nodded and released it back to her. “I’ve
been curious.”

She giggled. “The dragon brothers were funny,
like you. They couldn't've cared less about my breasts, even when I
was shaking them in their snouts, but my hands were exotic to them.
It's the dexterity I think. They loved it when I gave them handjobs
…”

I raised a scaly eyeridge.

She smiled coyly, nodding her head. “A dragon
female cannot do some of the things with her hands that a human
can—that I can. Wanna give it a try?”