Cut and Run Ch. 16

Cut and Run Chapter 16 Dragon Kiss
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I wake up in the most pleasant way possible. Someone was blowing me.
I decided right then, that I rather liked her technique.
What she was doing? She was slllloooowwwwllllyyyy pushing her overly warm mouth down onto my aft-dick, while she stroked tightly up on my fore-dick like it was made of gold.  Then she reversed. Her head went up on my aft-dick and her paw stroked itself down on my fore-dick. Then she’d switch her mouth to my fore-dick and her paw to my aft-dick, rinse and repeat.
I decided that I really liked that technique, a lot.
Every time she switched paws and mouth, I could feel her warm inviting mouth inch down the length of my dick, until her mouth would just about envelope me entirely. Just before her lips reached my base, I could feel her tonsils squeeze my glans like a velvety vise, halting my fore-dick’s advance for only a second.
Then she’d take a deep breath, and make herself continue downwards until I could feel the sweet tightness of her esophagus clutching the end of me. She’d hold it there for a few seconds until I could feel the warmth of her body heat transfer itself into my dick. It felt like I was plunged into a blast furnace, she was so warm. Then she’d slowly withdraw.
About that time, was when I noticed that her lips had managed to create a tight seal upon the skin ridges and bumps of my fore-dick. This resulted in a wonderful suction as she pulled her head upwards. But she did more than that.
She flattened her tongue and laid onto the bottom side of my fore-dick like it was a lollipop. That, was great and it got even better the closer she approached the crown.
For that was when she’d stop her stroking and bobbing. Instead, she kept that vacuum seal on my dick, while she’d really laid in with that searing hot tongue of hers.
It was like she was determined to get to the center of a tootsie-roll pop without taking any short cuts. Screw you Mr. Owl!
For some odd reason, I was reminded of a cheerleader I met in high school. She was the one who bet me twenty dollars that she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.
I lost that bet. But I was such a good sport about losing, that she demonstrated that skill set on me.
Yowza.
I could’ve just stayed there enjoying that sensation of a double blow job all night long. Unfortunately, my brain decided to start nagging me, that bastard.
Brain: “Hey Allen, Loknarr, or whatever the fuck you’re calling yourself right now, you got a problem!”
Me: “Ah who cares? Leave me alone Brain. This feels too good!” I grin.
Brain: “BZZZZT! Wrong answer, pal! Sorry, not sorry! This is your better sense talking here! You have a Problem! C’mon, work with me already!”
Me: “Ah Geez! Can’t it wait? I really don’t feel like switching gears right now! Whoever is blowing me really knows their shit!”
Brain: “No Al, get the lead out! You do know that’s not Frazziss’ paw stroking you right now, right?”
I was about to reply, when I suddenly realized that my brain was right.
‘That most certainly is NOT Frazziss’ paw.’ I realized, with just a hint of trepidation. ‘Her paw, is all nice and scaly smooth. This paw is soft and furry.’
Brain: “Thank you! You’re starting to figure this shit out, good! Now, tell me what’s wrong with this situation?”
Me: “There ain’t nothing wrong here! Angelique has got herself a nice and soft furry paw.” I replied.
Brain: “And what is Angelique supposed to be doing right now?”
Me: “She’s helping out Pirin. They’re both getting ready for the Big Move to the Sanctuary cave, by boxing up a lot of the stuff in Frazziss and I’s old dorm rooms.”
Brain: “And where are you right now?”
Me: “In the Sanctuary, I’ve been busting my tail,…” I stop, as I finally realized what my brain had been getting at. By rights, there was no way I was supposed to be getting sucked off by Angelique right then. There were supposed to be too many miles in between us.
“Oh shit!” I say out loud. Whoever it was sucking me, stops. I could feel her open her mouth and withdraw, but she continued to stroke me. I try to move, but I can’t. I feel like I’m tied down.
With a rising panic, I try to pull in my limbs one by one. My arms, my legs, my wings, even my tail! It turns out that all of them are restrained by something strong. Whatever it is, it tightens its grip on me the more I struggle.
“Holy Shit!” I yell out as I lean forward to see who it was that was stroking me.
It was surprisingly easy to see her. I have no idea why I didn’t notice her before. The signs were there, but I had ignored them.
When I arched my neck, I saw a pair of yellow irises surrounded by black sclera peering back at me, and from the corners of those black sclera eyes, were a pair of dancing flames. I could just barely make out the sharp toothed grin of a Hellhound looming over my groin.
I recognized that face.
“Girly?” I gasped, as my dicks started to go soft in realization of my predicament.
“Hey there Sugar!” Girly replied devilishly. “You thought you could get away from me, didn’t you? But, I found you!” she said cheerily with a hint of a menace in her voice.
“Now that I have, I think I’ll go ahead and keep a souvenir.” She then laughed maniacally, as she opened her mouth impossibly wide and drew her head way too far back.
My already cold blood, went colder when I saw more teeth popping out from behind her first set. It was like she suddenly was a Mer-shark. No, a Land Mer-shark!
Her eyes blazed fiercely as she locked her gaze with mine, then she shifted her grip on my dicks until they were like a pair of corn-cobs.
She lunged forward like an Apophis biting her intended husband, and all I could feel in that moment, was the endless rows of her razor-sharp teeth sink into my dicks to rip out a bloody chunk!
I screamed!
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Then I woke up with a jerk, panting.
I’m find that I’m awake for real this time. Checking all around myself, I find that I’m lying on the sandstone slab in my cave’s main bedroom. My heart’s pounding furiously and I could feel the few sweat glands I had left, working overtime.
‘A dream, it was just a bad dream!’ I panted, as I looked around the room frantically for a few seconds. Even in the dull light of the ceiling glow-crystal, I could tell that it’s just me and Frazziss lying there. No one else, not Pirin, nor Angelique, and most certainly NOT a certain pushy Home Improver Store Hell-wan.
Looking down, I could see that Frazziss has her head lying on my chest in the usual spot. That, along with the inevitable drool that she always made, pooling on my sternum. Happily, I could feel her bulging tummy pressing up against my side, soaking up the warmth of the sandstone bed along with my body heat. I couldn’t help but make a comparison between the Hindenburg, and my Dragon-mate in that moment.
Trying to distract myself from that uncharitable thought, I decide to start thinking about the improvements to the cave that I’d been working on. I was so glad I took the time to install the sandstone beds instead of keeping the granite ones. Frazziss had been sleeping a lot better, ever since I had done so.
I run a quick check on all of my appendages, and I discover that the only thing restraining me then, was the sweet weight of Frazziss’ head on the side of my chest. That, and her arm was lying heavily on one of my wings. I could move everything else, no problem.
‘Geez Brain! Couldn’t you have waited to alert me, until AFTER Girly got done?’ I think with annoyance, as I allow my head to fall back.
‘It’s not every night that I get such a realistic wet dream.’ I griped silently. I then allow myself to just enjoy the feel of my woman snoozing on me. It’s a good sensation.
Oh Maou, it’s been an interesting couple of months. A week after getting the sandstone installed, I got to introduce Frazziss to my Old Man. They were both polite to each other when they met, if not a bit standoffish.
At the time, I couldn’t tell which one had the bigger ego though. But, they’re on speaking terms now. So that’s a good thing. Right?
Naturally, the Old Man had to play a trick on me back then. I remembered it well.
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He, Frazziss and I were sitting in his living room chatting and getting to know each other. To accommodate our wings and tails, he had us sitting on a back-less couch, while chose he to sit in his easy chair. It was a newer one that I didn’t remember seeing the last time I’d been there, years before.
Somehow, he had managed to pull his manners out of his ass, and put them to good use for the first time in a long time. He was nice enough to leave lying out on the coffee table between us, a number of ‘finger-foods’ for Frazziss and I to nibble on: a variety of beef jerkies and cheeses.
“Well, Allen.” He said at one point, getting up with a gleam in his eye. “I just remembered, there’s someone I think you should talk to.” I looked at him suspiciously as he pulled out his cell phone and started dialing.
“Who’s that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. He just raised a finger to ask for patience as he held that piece of tech to his ear. After a second, he spoke.
“Hello?” he said with a grin on his face. Glancing over I noticed that Frazziss was looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head.
“Yes, it’s me.” He nodded. “I’m sorry for disturbing you and yes I know, I promised to never call you again. But I think you’ll excuse me just this once.”  He spoke, looking at me while rolling his eyes. I stared back.
“Hold on, hold on! Just let me put him on the phone.” He said, then held out his phone for me to take. When I refused to take it, he replied.
“C’mon Son, work with me!” he asked eagerly. With a sigh, I gave in and took it.
“Hello?” I said tiredly into the phone. There was a gasp on the other end.
“Allen?!” whispered the voice on the other end. It sounded awfully familiar.
“Mom?” I questioned hesitantly.
“ALLEN!” screeched the voice on the other end. Then I heard a weird ‘wooshing’ sound.
“Hello?” I said, but got no response. “Hello?” I said again. Checking the phone, I could see that there still was a connection but there wasn’t anyone answering on the other end.
‘What the fuck?’ I wondered, as I looked to my Old Man. He, was looking back at me with a shit eating grin. I was about to ask what for, when someone started pounding furiously at the front door. Instead of his answering it, Dad asked me to get it instead.
“Ok.” I replied peevishly, shrugging my shoulders hard enough to make my wings wiggle. Then I stomped my way to the front door. When I got there, whoever it was, was pounding on it with both hands.
“Wowzers.” I said aloud. I chose to be cautious, and peered out through the spyhole instead of opening the door. What I saw was interesting.
It was youngish looking lady with a large loose mane of strawberry-blonde hair, that fell down all the way to her ass.
‘Woah!’ I thought, she looked mighty fine for a human woman! Giving her a quick eyeball, I noted the rather nice set of knockers she had, that wiggled deliciously as she continued to pound away on the door. Even though I left human women behind, I still felt my dicks start to stiffen at the sight of the babe on my Dad’s stoop.
“Damn Dad!” I called out. “Who the hell have you been banging?” I said in admiration.
“Go ahead and open the door, Allen.” Dad grinned back at me. So I did. Upon opening it, the Hot Babe outside stopped pounding as her mouth fell open.
“Allen?!” she cried in a voice that sounded awfully familiar.
“Uh yeah.” I replied. Then that Hot Babe jumped forward and threw her arms around me, hugging me tight.
“Oh Allen! My baby! You’re alive!” said Hot Babe. As she said that, I started to realize what the fuck was going on.
“Mom?” I asked, hoarsely.
Yeah, it was my Mom. The apprentice Dark Mage/Hot Babe who was holding herself real tight against my bod, and my dicks.
‘Oooohhhh Shit!’ I groaned silently as I felt my face flush with embarrassment.
‘You, asshole.’ I glowered over at my Old Man, as I saw that he was giving me a Devil’s grin.
Well it took a bit to peel my Mom off of me. It didn’t help that even though I KNEW that she was my Mom, my eyes kept straying to take in her bod. Which, of course she noticed. She wasn’t mad or anything, in fact she joked about it, a lot. To my complete and utter mortification.
After a few minutes of jibes from everyone there, I couldn’t take it anymore. I ended up doing a double face-paw, I was so embarrassed.
‘Oh MAOU!’ I complained silently. ‘I feel so dirty. I’ve been scoping out my own Mom!’
“Hey Allen,” Frazziss spoke up then laughing, “Your red skin contrasts rather nicely with your green scales.” I growled back at her. She just laughed all the harder, along with everyone else in the room.
I confronted the old man later,
“You did that deliberate, didn’t you?” I demanded. He didn’t deny it.
“Totally worth it.” He replied, grinning
“Are you sure you want to embarrass the father of your grandkids like that?” I growled back at him, mildly threatening. His smile broke for a second.
“That’s what grandparents are for, right?” he shot back. “Besides, I’ve got enough brownie points with your mother now, to get her to motivate you to let me see them once in a while.”
“Yeah, you’re right I suppose.” I half growled back, admitting defeat. It turns out, that whole ‘whooshing’ sound I had heard? It was my Mom teleporting herself over.
She had apparently learned enough Dark Magery, to be able to teleport herself on her own. That’s how she was able to flit from her home in Fresno, to my Dad’s place in Merced in a heartbeat.
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So, with a grin on my face, I try to relax and fall back asleep. But it’s no good. After about a quarter of an hour, I admit defeat and I decide to get up.
Why? Ever since I was a kid, my nightmares had always left me shaken enough to keep me awake for hours after. Which, in a way was a good thing in college. I always devoted the extra awake time to doing homework or studying.
It’s not so good, when you’re already exhausted from busting tail trying to get the finishing touches on your new home done.
Luckily, it turns out to be a lot easier than I expected, to slide my way out from underneath my woman without waking her up.
That’s another thing. The closer Frazziss gets to laying her clutch, the harder she is to wake up when she’s asleep. But, once she’s up, she’s like a whirlwind. But, as soon as she’s lies back down, forget it! She’s out.
Even so, I do my best not to jostle her too much as I slide out from underneath her. No one is ever happy about being woken up from a sound sleep. I can tell you that a pregnant Dragon, can be downright nasty.
 At least when she’s not horny that is. Which is something that Frazziss has been getting, more and more often of late.
Yeah I know, how the hell am I supposed to tell the difference between her regular horniness, and the New and Improved horniness? Instead of the usual one or two bouts of morning time love-making, we’ve been doing a half-dozen, or more. I can’t figure it out why such a change. Not that I’m complaining, mind you.
Luckily, I don’t have to worry about waking the other two Mamono in my life. Just like I dreamed, they’re both staying at the Ranger Dormitory for the night, boxing things up for the big move tomorrow.
Once I’m up, I slink my way over to the kitchen. There, I put some water in the kettle to boil. While waiting for it to do so, I peer out at the night sky through the kitchen window.
‘What a difference a year makes.’ I think to myself while staring up and out at the Milky Way. I think back about my life so far.
“Hey Loknarr!” comes a voice that knocks me out of my reverie. Turning, I see it’s Pirin the Dragonewt, one of the other women in my life. She’s just coming in from the hallway, and she looks plenty tired herself. I also see that she’s got a ribbon hanging from her mouth, and that she’s getting ready to tie up her dirty-blonde hair. Like she always does before going to bed.
“Hey Pirin, I thought you were staying at the Ranger Dormitory tonight. Is something the matter?” I ask her while yawning. Pirin opens her mouth to reply, instead I hear her squeakily yawning at me back. When she does, the ribbon in her mouth falls to the floor.
“Loknarr!” she half-growls at me, while she stoops to pick up the ribbon, “see what you made me do!”
“Oops.” Is all I can manage by way of reply. She gives me a glare, and then she goes back to tying up her hair.
“I’d have thought you’d be in bed asleep by now, Pirin. What’s up?” I ask as I lean against a window pillar.
“Angelique and I, are pretty much done boxing up most of everything, but we hit a wall.” Pirin explained, lisping around her ribbon, as she finally got her hair in a bundle. She starts tying her hair into a ponytail.
“What do you mean, do I have to make another repair?” I asked wincing, thinking about that hole I punched in Frazziss’ room wall, several months ago. Pirin shook her head.
“Nah!” she replied. “It’s just that Angelique came across something that we both think belonged to Frazziss’ daughter, Nocturnimpetu.” I blinked at that. “We figured that it’d be best if we had Frazziss look it over, before we touched it.”
“Good thinking.” I replied worriedly, remembering the last time I had touched one of Frazziss’ daughter’s belongings.
Way back then Frazziss just about scorched me where I stood, when she’d discovered that I had touched some of her dead daughter’s stuff. The details of which, I warned both Pirin and Angelique about when they moved in.
“So, any idea what it is?” I ask. Pirin shook her head.
“No, as far as we can tell, it’s just a dusty old box.”
“Then why do you think it might have been Nocti’s?”
“Because of the writing on it: ‘NOCTI’, written in crayon on top.”
“Yeah, that makes sense.” I replied, as I thought about all of the times I’d clean up Frazziss’ rooms. But I couldn’t remember, ever coming across such a box before.
“So, what are you doing up so late?” she asks.
“Nightmare.” I reply with a grumble under my breath.
“What?!” she demands, standing up straight and looking around worriedly. “Is there another Mamono trying to sneak her way in now?!” she demanded while extending her wings indignantly.
“No, no, no!” I explained, shaking my head. “It was just a bad dream.” That settles her down, then she asks about what it was I dreamed about.
“A Hellhound.” I explained, then stopped when Pirin starts laughing under her breath.
“A Hellhound?” she snickered. “What’s so scary about them?”
“Their eyes.” I reply woodenly, while I folded my arms in annoyance. Pirin notices me, then and asked me what the big deal about flaming eyes.
“It’s not their flames that freak me out,” I explained. “It’s their black sclera that does.”
“Why is that?”
“I think it’s because of when I was a kid.” Pirin looked questioningly at me.
“When I was just a kid. Dad took Mom, me and a cousin to the Monterey Bay Aquarium.” I went on to explain.
“It was about the time that whole ‘Pet-A-Mershark’ fad had started up. So naturally, I and my cousin had to try it.” Pirin nodded her head to let me know she was listening.
“At first everything was going swimmingly while I waited for my turn.” I grinned at Pirin, she just gave me a half-glare and rolled her eyes at my pun.
“My cousin was before me in line, and when he got his chance to pet one; he got himself a nice looking blonde. But, when his turn was over, she refused to let him go. In fact, she got pretty violent about it.”
“Oh.” Pirin said quietly then, staring at me with softened eyes.
“I found out later that he was ok, and that he had married that blonde Mer-shark. But, the last I saw of him that day, was her latching onto him with her rows of teeth. All I remember then was that pool they were in, filling with what I thought was his blood. That, and her eyes!” I whispered at the last.
“Even now, years later, I can still remember that maniacal look she had in her black eyes.” I finished with a whole body shudder.
“Needless to say, I wasn’t too inclined to take my turn with the next Mer-shark. Dad was pissed about me ‘wimping out’.”
“But what does that have to do with a Hellhound?” Pirin asked, confused. I blew out a breath of exasperation.
“Black eyes.” I said, pointing at my own. “Hellhounds have ‘em, Shoggoth have ‘em, and a whole shit ton of Demons do too.”
“Oh.” She replied, blinking and looking unsure of what she about to say. Then she surprised me.
“Oh, by the way Loknarr! I took a look around the cave earlier, and I wanted to thank you for going ahead and making me my own room. You know you didn’t have to do that.” She smiled, as she stood tippy toes to kiss me on the cheek.
“Well, I felt that you deserved it. After all, every Dragon needs to have their own place to call their own, am I right?” My saying that just made her smile even wider.
“I’m curious though, why did you make the sandstone bed so big? It’s so much larger than I am!”
“Well, I made it that way, in case you wanted to bring a friend over to spend the night with you sometime. Wink-Wink-Nudge-Nudge.” I replied. That made her laugh and shake her head. Then she said something that surprised me.
“As if I’d want to share my bed with anyone other than you.” She giggled. “Good night Loknarr!” she happily squeaked on her way out of the kitchen. I just stood there silent for the longest while, all flabbergasted.
‘Damn! I didn’t expect that!’ I thought to myself. ‘I thought that once Pirin had gotten her feet under her, that she’d be more inclined to make her own way in the world. I guess not! Well there’s always the future.’
After that, I sat down on the kitchen table nook and sat silently for a bit, waiting for the kettle to whistle. While there, I felt my gaze drift up and out into the night sky once more.
It was nearly a year ago, that I remember the Aurora Borealis that spread across the night sky. That, I later learned, was the night that the two worlds came together: the world of the Great Maou, and the Human World. This ended up creating the world in which we’re all living in now, the very world in which Mamono have been in since the 1940’s.
You know what’s really fucking weird? I remember the days when there weren’t any Mamono, ever. Yet, I also remember them having always been around since I was a kid.
Like I said, it’s fucking weird. I have two sets of memories. A few of them matched, and a lot of them don’t. For instance: I remember two sets of High School sex-ed.
No, I didn’t take the same class twice.
In the Non-Mamono world, the Sex-ed teachers were a pair of Nuns who taught us all the mechanics of both sexes and that about was it. Sperm is made here, magically makes its way over to there, and a baby is made. Badda-bing, badda-bang, badda-boom.
Plus, those Nuns gave us all a few tips about dating do’s and don’ts. Which mostly consisted of don’ts, and if you did do a don’t, then God would punish you by having you run over by a bus. Or something like that.
In the Mamono filled world, the Sex-ed teachers were a pair of Dark Priests who taught us just a teensy bit more about sex than those Nuns did.
Oh yeah, they taught us about the mechanics alright, in excruciating detail. They even pulled out a copy of the Mamono version of the Kama Sutra, more often than I thought was necessary.
But they also taught us about Mamono and their need for Human Essence. That, along with a shit ton of tips about what we guys could do to keep ourselves from being ‘proactively-dated’ too soon. It turned out that there wasn’t much we could’ve done anyways, as most of that advice contradicted itself.
I do remember that the Sex-ed textbook we had in the Mamono world, was a LOT longer than the other’s. It also had a shit ton of fold-outs.
I’m distracted from my memories, when I hear the kettle start to whistle. I move over to pick it up, and pour the boiling water into a nice cuppa of beef broth.
Unfortunately, even with Angelique’s touch with vegetable products, I still can’t enjoy a cup of hot chocolate anymore, especially with marshmallows. Dang it.
“Tomorrow is moving day. I need to get some sleep.” I mutter aloud, as I decide to amble my way over to my workshop, occasionally taking a sip of broth.
As I stomp along my cave’s floors, I can hear the sound of my foot claws echoing through the hallways. Off in the distance, I can hear Frazziss’ not so gentle snores as well. Whereas Pirin is so small, I can just barely make out the sound of her snores.
‘It’s nice that someone is getting some shut-eye.’ I think to myself blearily.
On the way to my workshop, I hear the sound of the main bathroom’s waterfall gently slushing. It reminds me of another good reason for my getting up in the middle of the night. So, after placing my cup on the sink shelf, I go ahead and take a whiz.
That’s one nice thing about making your own home. Me? I decided that all of the bathrooms inside my cave, would include a urinal. But, not one of those tiny little things that you’d see hanging on the wall- nosirree!
Nope! I made the old-fashioned variety, the kind that go from shoulder height all the way down to the floor.
Now, for the main bathroom, I put in a six by six-foot waterfall along one wall. Yeah, it looks cool, and yeah it also helps to cover up the body sounds that folks always seem to be embarrassed making, when they’re sitting on the can.
But I also put it in for two more prosaic reasons. What reasons are those you ask? Dick number one, and dick number two.
Ever since I turned into a Dragon Incubus, I still have problems keeping my aim true, when taking a piss. Thus, I got damn tired of having to clean up after. But with a six-foot wide waterfall, it doesn’t matter how bad my aim is. Everything goes in.
Not too shabby, eh? There’s a method to my madness.
Later, I finally finish moseying my way over to my workshop. That’s another fringe benefit to making your home out of rock. You can put in as many rooms as you want, and it’s all good. Naturally, as a guy, I’ve got to have a workshop to putter around in.
Since the cave is ready to live in now, that’s why tomorrow’s the Big Move. But, being a guy and having a workshop means, I’m going to be making changes and improvements to the cave for as long as I’m able.
Lately, I’ve also been trying my paw on some of the finer aspects of Stone-Molding. For instance; Teal, the Majestic’s front-desk clerk Unicorn announced that she was getting married soon. (Yay!)
So naturally, every Mamono in the valley was invited. Including yours truly. As luck would have it, when it came to the wedding registry, Teal requested that Frazziss and I get her a Tea-Service.
Ok, no sweat. But, instead of just buying her a regular tea set, I decided that I was going to make her one with my Stone-Molding skills.  Now, what color motif did she want?  Guess.
White, of course. So, I settled on making it out of Alabaster. It was rather easy to find some leftovers to work with.
Oops.
I soon discovered that not only was Alabaster fragile, it was also porous as all fuck. A leaky tea set like that, would go over like a lead balloon as a present. But, I persevered and found something, almost by chance that would fill the bill.
Kintsugi. It’s a term for a Zipangese method of repairing old and broken crockery. But, instead of using gold lacquer, I used quartz and agates instead. Here’s the deal, I’d make an alabaster cup all nice and symmetrical. Then, I’d break it into pieces.
Then, I’d put it back together using the multi-colored agate stone as the ‘glue’. Afterwards, once I had it set the way I wanted, I then covered the piece inside and out with a thin layer of quartz. That way, it’d keep its shine, allow it to keep its strength, and not leak out so much as a drop.
It was a lot of fine detail work, but damn it felt satisfying to make it. In the next couple of hours, I was able to churn out three more cups and their matching plates. After that, I felt my eyes crossing from all the squinting.
But, was I tired enough to go back to sleep? Nope. Of course not. I was STILL jumpy about a Hell Hound sneaking her way into my bed. It was then as I tried to uncross my eyes, that I caught sight of my bookshelf.
There, at a prominent spot, was the one sole book that I truly ‘owned’. The ‘Sodomise-The-Wax-Tadpole’ book. Or, that’s what the title said in Old Dragon. Phonetically, it came out pronounced as: Allen Belushi. Every time I look at it, it makes me feel weird. This time, is no different.
Despite that weird sensation, I walk over and pull it out of the bookshelf and hold it up in front of me. As before, I extended my Ki-Sense expectantly, and sort-of ‘asked’ if the time was right to open it and read. Instantly, I had my answer. ‘No, not yet. But, you’re almost there.’
I’m afraid that’s the best way for me to describe that sensation. Near as I could tell, it was written many centuries ago by one of the last Male Dragons then- all for me. Naturally, I wanted to be sure about the best time to open it up and read it. ‘Not yet. But soon, really soon. Be patient.’
‘It’s waited this long.’ I decide, ‘it can wait a bit longer.’ I think to myself as I put it back on the shelf, alongside all of the other Library books that Lessa was kind enough to allow me to ‘perma-temp’ borrow.
Looking down at my cuppa, I also discovered that I’d been so engrossed in making the tea service set, that my broth had long since gone cold.
“Damn it.” I muttered, as I got up to take it to the kitchen. Maybe to warm it up, maybe to dump it out. I dunno which.
When I get there, guess who’s awake? Pirin. She’s sitting at the kitchen nook table with her head in her paws.
“Hey there sleepy head.” I say as I waltzed in. She gives me a droll look when I do, and mumbles under her breath.
“What was that?” I ask all sweetly.
“Nothing.” She replies, not looking at me. I let it slide, as I sit down next to her.
“It looks like we both can’t get any sleep. I know a good cure for insomnia.” I say as I placed a paw atop of hers. For once, she doesn’t look amused. This time, she yanks her paw away.
“Loknar.” She said as evenly as she could manage.
“What’s wrong?”
“We can’t!”
“Why not? Last month you didn’t have any problem.”
“It’s different now.” She moped.
“I don’t get it. Do I have bad breath?” Pirin turned and looked at me like I’d grown feathers. Then she got a surprised look on her face, as she face-pawed.
“Oh that’s right, I forgot. You are an idiot.” She smiled from behind her paw. I stuck my tongue out and gave her a Bronx cheer. She giggled.
“No really Allen. As much as I would like to make love right now, it’s not a good idea.”
“And why not?” I half-demanded, feeling a little out of sorts at the denial.
“Because of your babies.” She replied, and I waited for her to finish her explanation. Finally, after a half minute, I waved my paw for her to continue. She sighed.
“You really are an idiot, aren’t you?” she asked while looking at me through her scaly eyebrows, then she continued before I could shoot back a rejoinder.
“Your babies,” she started, “are more in need of your Essence than I or Angelique.”
“Huh?” I replied intelligently.
“Hush!” she said. “I’m not done explaining it.” She continued
“Now, you know that Mamono all ‘feed’ on that which you males give out so freely, correct?”
“Yeah, I think so. It’s the cycle where the Males give out their ‘Essence’ or Life Force, to the women who bang or suck it out of them.” I began.
“Crudely put, but yes.” She nodded. “Did you ever wonder what we women do with it all?”
“I think so, from what I understand, women convert it into ‘Demonic Energy’ and then sort of feed it back to their men. Eventually, it turns their guy into an Incubus.” I replied, reciting from memory an article that I’d read in the MHIL newsletter. Pirin nodded, then she smirked.
“What?” I asked, seeing it.
“Why do you think women continue to feed on Essence after they’ve gotten their husband fully turned into an Incubus?”  She asked. That made me stop and think!
“I don’t know. I never gave it much thought, honestly. I’m thinking that they just get used to just feeding on it.” Pirin shook her head.
“Ok, give. What then?”
“We also use it to make babies.” She said simply. That surprised me.
“But wait a minute!” I replied, perplexed. “Frazziss didn’t have the guy who knocked her up, with her when she was gravid with her first kid.”
“No, she didn’t.” Pirin admitted. “And what kind of kid did she end up with?”
“Oh she,..” I began, then stopped as I remembered the details. I began to frown as I started to dredge up them all up.
“From what I remember, she told me that Nocti was a bit,…’stunted’. That her wings never fully grew out, amongst other things.” I replied. “Which kept her from flying properly.” I said quietly.
What she said next, shocked me to my core.
“She was stunted in her growth, Allen, because her sire wasn’t there to give her the Essence that she needed.” I looked at her and gawped for a long while, stunned at the realization.
“Which is why you’re not taking me up on my offer this morning.” I stated then. She nodded.
“Right now, is the time that your babies will need every last drop of your Essence you have to spare.” She explained quietly, as she reached over and placed her paw atop of mine. It felt good there.
“To make sure that my babies grow properly.” I concluded. “Thanks Pirin, for explaining it all to me. Wait,” I paused, thinking. “since when did you know so much about this?”
“Well, back during the time I was living in the Dragon Realm, I learned how to be a mid-wife there.” She mentioned as an aside.
“So how much longer are you and Angelique going to have do without?” I asked, Pirin gritted her teeth at me.
“I didn’t say that Angelique and I are going to stint ourselves Loknarr! I’m just saying that Frazziss and her babies, should have first priority.” She leaned back and smiled. “She’ll be needing it more and more, the closer she gets to laying her clutch.”
“Even this early in the morning?” I asked hopefully.
“Especially this early in the morning!” Pirin answered with a gleam in her eye. “That’s because the middle of the night, is when a Dragon is most likely to lay her clutch.” She leaned back, and then she looked up.
“Speaking of which.” She said then. I looked at her all confused.
“Allen.” I heard Frazziss voice from behind me, as she put a paw on my shoulder. There was something in her voice that sounded ‘off’ to me. I turned and looked at her, while putting my hand/paw over hers.
“Yes, my love?” I asked, staring up at her lovely purple tinted eyes.
“It’s Time.” She answered, which left me confused.
“Time?” I asked. “Time for what?” She looked all tremulous at me for a moment.
“It’s time for me to Lay.” She answered quietly.
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Well, after that I was about as calm as every other guy facing the imminent birth of his children. Which is to say, I just about went nuts with worry.
Luckily, Pirin was level headed enough, to hustle me and Frazziss to the brooding chamber without too much trouble. After that, it was just up to me to sit down with Frazziss. Once she’d decided on a spot to lay her first egg.
While I waited for her to make a decision, I looked around the chamber sands.
‘What?! Butt-prints?! I just raked it this morning!’ I grumbled silently. ‘Who the hell has been sitting their,…oh wait.’ I realized. ‘Frazziss! She’s probably been trying to find a good spot to sit.’ I decide.
“Allen?” Frazziss pipes up then, distracting me. “I’ve chosen a spot, come sit with me.” I smiled anxiously, it doesn’t take long for me to sit down I’m so scared.
What the situation is, is that both Frazziss and I are supposed to sit down facing each other, with our legs overlapping each other’s. Then we wrapped our arms and wings around the other. But, we keep our tails straight out. After I get myself comfortable I feel the urge to speak.
“Ok,” I ask, “what do you need me to do?”
“You’re doing it.” Frazziss smiled warmly enough to make my heart melt. “Just hold me Allen.” She said as she leaned forward and placed her head on my shoulder. So I do.
After a few seconds, I could feel small spots of wetness on my shoulder. Looking at her out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Frazziss was crying.
“Hey Babe, why are you sad?” I asked concerned.
“I’m not sad,” she sniffled into my ear, “I’m happy, I’m just so very happy.”
“Huh?” I replied.
“You’ve been here for me Allen. All during this, you’ve been here for me.” She breathed. “Ever since I first met you, I knew you’d make an excellent husband, and I was right.” She stopped talking and hugged me tight.
“Well, it’s been fun so far. Not that I intend to get off the ride anytime soon.” I replied.
“You better not!” she growled playfully into my ear, then she laughed and sighed contentedly.
“So how long will it take you to lay?” I asked, really curious.
“I don’t know, Allen. Sometimes it takes only an hour, sometimes it’ll take a day. It varies.”
Oh, ok. Ummmm?” I almost asked biting my lip, I wasn’t sure what was the best way to ask. She tensed up for a second in response.
“You’re wondering how long it took with Nocti, aren’t you?”
“Uhmmm, yeah.” I whispered. “I don’t mean to upset you. After all, you don’t really talk about her much.”
“You’re right, I don’t. Talk about her much that is.” She answered with a hint of sorrow in her voice. “There are just some days I miss my baby so very much.”
“I’m sorry Frazziss. Perhaps we shouldn’t be talking about her right now.” I prompted.
“It’s all right, Allen. I probably should’ve talked about her more.” She pulled her head back and looked at me for a long time with her lips pressed together. I just looked back. A
fter a few more seconds, she raised a paw to the side of my face and held it there gently, all the while her eyes searched my face.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” She said finally, quietly. “I just wish,…” she trailed off.
“You wish what?” I asked tilting my head, curious. She sighed and blinked away a tear, hesitating.
“I wish, that it could’ve been you who sired Nocti.” She spoke so quietly that I almost couldn’t hear her. That wish of hers, almost made me cry in response.
“I wish that I could’ve been.” I replied. My response made her close her eyes as she leaned back into me. “She deserved better.” Frazziss hugged me fiercely.
“Yes, she di…Ooof!” she went, as she pulled back. I raised an eyebrow.
“I’m contracting again Allen! I think my first egg is coming.” She smiled with joy as she leaned back.
“Ok, what should I do?”
“Just be here for me. Oh, and if there are any Order Knights coming to make a nuisance of themselves? Fight them off.” She replied, matter of factly.
“You go it, babe.” I laughed. She didn’t.
“For real Allen. The primary job of a male Dragon, is to protect his mate when she’s laying. That’s when she’s the most vulnerable.”
“Oh! Ok!” I replied sheepishly. “If I had known THAT! I’d have put in some deadfalls and murder-holes.” Frazziss almost laughed, but she was too busy dealing with her contraction then.
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Almost an hour later, she laid the first of the eggs. It was larger than I expected. It was my job then to ‘catch the kid’. Which I was poised to do.
“Pirin!” Frazziss shouted, panting.
“Coming!” Pirin replied, from somewhere in the main bedroom. She was there in a flash, carrying a bucket of water and a rag.
Frazziss lay back then, and spread her legs even farther apart, with her arms supporting herself. Then Pirin started wiping her brow, face, and horns with the oddly-scented water. Frazziss kept panting all the while.
Looking down, I could see the folds of her sex all stretched wide, as her first egg kept slowly advancing its way out of her.
Forget a Chicken or an Ostrich egg. A Dragon’s egg is a weird looking thing. This one, was my first view of one. It had a most unusual pattern on its surface, and it had a purple tinge to it, and it was covered with a thin layer of mucus.
“Almost there!” Frazziss gasped. “Allen! Are you ready?!” she demanded. I repositioned myself again, and replied.
“Ready!” I replied loudly. Frazziss gave off one final grunt, and the egg advanced suddenly. Luckily, I was able to grasp it as it, sort of ‘popped out’ of her. Gently, I pulled it from her. It was then, that I also noticed her vagina gaping for just a second. Then it contracted.
‘Damn!’ I thought, looking. ‘Guess she’ll be all stretched out now!’ I sort of whined to myself. Looking up, I saw Frazziss grinning back at me.
“Don’t worry about it Allen!” she breathed, as Pirin took the egg from me. “Dragon muscles are highly elastic. I’ll be as tight as I have always been within a couple of days.” She finished tiredly.
‘So is now the point you start a laying cackle?’ I wondered idly. For some reason, Frazziss gave me such a glare then. It was like she read my mind.
“I heard that thought!” she growled at me. “And No! I’m not a chicken.” Then she lay back down and rested.
‘Ah crap.’ I thought to myself, ‘I’m in trouble now!’ I decided to observe whatever it was that Pirin was doing with the egg. It was odd.
Pirin, was laying a lot of the brooding chamber’s sand onto the egg. She waited for a second, and then brushed it off. It took her several times before I realized what it was she was doing: Cleaning the mucus off from the shell.
Then, under the low light, she started looking at it closely, turning it over and over in her paws. Looking back at Frazziss, I could see her getting all tense.
“Pirin?” Frazziss asked. “Is it?” she half questioned her with a tremble in her voice. Pirin didn’t answer immediately, instead she kept inspecting. Finally, she did.
“It’s symmetrical!” she replied happily. Frazziss let out her breath and relaxed. Me? I was all dumbfounded. Pirin noticed my look and explained.
“Symmetrical eggs are a sign that the baby had developed properly.”
“What if the egg isn’t?” Pirin didn’t answer. Instead, she just looked away and frowned.
“Oh.” I replied, getting it. Frazziss piped up.
“Pirin, the egg’s scales?” she demanded.
“They’re round.” Pirin replied.
“Ooohh.” Frazziss replied, sounding disappointed, as she pushed herself back into a sitting position, she then took the egg and clutched it to her bosom.
“What’s wrong?!” I demanded, all worried.
“Round egg scales indicate that the baby is a female.” Pirin injected then.
“So what’s the big deal?” I demanded. Frazziss looked sorrowfully at me.
“I wanted to be able to give you a boy.” She replied, seemingly shrinking into herself.
“Hey, c’mon! I’m happy to finally have a daughter again! Boy or girl, I’m still satisfied!” I replied, honestly. But, Frazziss still seemed bummed out.
“Well, you still got another coming. Maybe it’ll be a boy.” I pointed out. Both Pirin and Frazziss shook their heads.
“In all of the history of Dragons, there’s never been a set of Fraternal Twins, Allen.” Pirin explained sadly.
“Oh.” Was all that I could offer by way of rebuttal.
“Uhhhh, so when do name them?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Not until after they shell.” Frazziss replied. “Which should be in another two to three months.” She smiled sadly, not looking at me. Then she spoke all in a rush.
“I just so wanted a Boy Dragon, Allen. I just felt like I was going to have them!” she replied, almost crying. Then she winced.
“What?”
“The next egg is coming!” Frazziss replied, smiling again. Thankfully. Pirin took the first egg from her and half covered it in warm brooding sand.
Well, it took another hour of the same rigamarole as before. But this time it ended up with an interesting development.
When I caught the second and last egg, I immediately noticed something odd about it.
“Hmmmm.” I said, holding my second born.
“What’s Wrong!?” Frazziss cried aloud then, trying to grab her egg away. I clutched her egg to me real close to keep it from her. Turning, I held the egg up to the ambient light.
“So, what’s the indication that an egg’s scales are supposed to hold a male?” I asked.
“Pointed Scales.” Frazziss and Pirin said in unison. They looked at each other. I held the egg up for Pirin to inspect.
“You mean like this one?” I asked with a smile on my face. Pirin grabbed it away from me first, but only just before Frazziss could.
She inspected it real close for a bit. Then she checked it all over. Finally, she spoke.
“Pointed, the egg’s scales are pointed. The egg is symmetrical too.” She said quietly. Frazziss started sobbing in relief then. I reached out and hugged her close, while Pirin busied herself with the egg’s cleaning.
“You did it Babe. You got yourself a Son! Well done!” I whispered into her scaly ear. We just stayed like that for longest while.
Finally, after a bit. Frazziss stopped crying and leaned back. Pirin was there, and she handed both eggs over to Frazziss. Who then carefully placed them between her legs side by side.
“Ok Loknarr.” Pirin piped up then. “This is where Frazziss is really going to need your Essence the most!”
“What do I need to do?” I asked. In response, Frazziss leaned forwards and kissed me. It was nice to kiss her again, but it also felt weird somehow. I got a bit alarmed at how long she kept kissing me, sticking her tongue down my throat, and holding my head with both her paws. I tried to pull away for a second to ask what was what. But she refused to let go. Instead, she forcefully kept going.
Alarmed, I extended my Ki-Sense. That was when I realized what Pirin meant earlier about Frazziss needing my Essence.
Frazziss was using her own Dragon Mojo on me then. She was trying to get me to release my Essence. So, after a moment’s hesitation, I allowed it. It’s what us guys do after all. Ain’t it? We supposed to provide. So I did.
Frazziss continued to use her mojo, and she drank deeply of me. I could feel myself almost empty myself out of my energy then. Finally, after several minutes of giving me the ‘Dragon Kiss’, she let go.
Even though I’d given up a goodly portion of my life-force to her. I could feel it inside her, being blended with her own life-force into…something. Something else.
After another couple more minutes of just sitting there of watching her ‘blend’, I wearily noted that Frazziss leaned over first to one egg and then the other. When she did, she kissed each one on its crown.
As she did that, I could feel our conjoined life-forces being fed into our baby’s eggs. I Sensed that every drop of it, was greedily sucked up by my kids. To both my eyesight, and my Ki-Sense, the eggs began to glow with an ethereal light. When she finished, Frazziss leaned back with a smile of utter happiness on her face. But, I could tell that she was exhausted, as was I.
We both embraced each other then, with our wings, arms, and legs.
We soon fell asleep in that position holding each other, with our eggs held protectively between us.
I slept soundly the rest of that night, and well into the next morning in that position. Why shouldn’t I?
I was a daddy again.
And I was content.
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