Georgie and Her Dragon

by Sahara Kelly

  Without waiting for an answer, Prince William began to diswobe. Sorry - disrobe. As more and more of his body was revealed, Georgie found her belly heating in spite of her annoyingly prevalent need to laugh hysterically.

  “Why don’t you wook at the book and I can stwip?” He tossed his shirt aside and reached for his boots. “Then I can take your cwothes off for you. That’s going to be wots of fun, isn’t it?”

  If he’d just shut the fuck up, perhaps she could manage this. Willingly, she moved to the bed and sat down, idly riffling through the pages.

  And blushing.

  Sheeiit. She barely heard the sound of the Prince’s boots as they hit the floor. Her eyes were wide, gaze glued to the most erotically fantastic line drawings she’d ever seen. Why the fuck didn’t I get my hands on this when I was in school?

  Positions, techniques, things that had never entered her mind - they were all there in black and white, tempting her, luring her into a world of heated sex that turned her thighs into sweaty and trembling useless appendages.

  The Prince cleared his throat, distracting her. With a frown she turned, only to find him standing in front of her mirror, thus affording her not only the charms of his full frontal nudity, but a very nice glimpse of his naked ass too.

  His cock was quite presentable, all things considered, since fortunately it didn’t have to say anything, just perform as nature intended. She studied it, noting how it grew under her gaze.

  “Well? Do you wike my cock? Would you wike to suck it for a wittle bit?”

  He stroked himself and smirked. “Most women wike to do that. Wunning their mouths awound it makes me hot.” He stared at her. “Then I can wick you too if you want.” He shifted, spreading his legs apart a tad in invitation.

  “Give me...” Georgie covered her face and tried not to giggle. “Give me a moment...” The possibilities of “wicking” raced through her mind.

  Turning away, she quickly unlaced her gown, pulling the thick folds up over her head and screaming silently into the enveloping fabric. If he only could say all his r’s and his l’s...

  “Probably can’t tell his arse from his elbows either.” Theo’s amused tones rang in her brain and she almost lost it right there and then.

  “Shut up. He’ll hear you.”

  “No he won’t. Only you can hear me speak, babe. This limp wimp can’t hear a thing.”

  “He’s not limp, that’s the awful part of it. He’s hung like a horse.”

  “Evewything awwight?” The Prince’s question sounded muffled and she finally emerged from the depths of her gown.

  “Quite. Yes. Thank you for asking.”

  “Vewy nice bweasts.”

  “Thank you again.” Georgie dropped the remains of her clothing on the floor. There was no point in faking maidenly modesty at this point, that was for sure.

  “Did you wook at the book? I’d wike to twy page twenty-two after you’ve sucked on me. What do you think?”

  I think I’m gonna piss my pants.

  “You’re not wearing any.”

  “Shut up, Theo.”

  “Pawdon?”

  “Never mind.” Georgie threw up her hands. “How about we just go straight to the fucking, okay? You said page twenty-two?” She thumbed through the book and paused at the appropriate page.

  A woman was bent double and her partner was buried to his balls - up her arse.

  “This one?” Georgie pointed at it with a steady finger, a raised eyebrow and what she knew was a glacial expression on her face.

  “Yep.” The Prince looked smug. “Aww you have to do is suck me off first. Then I get hard again, wip into you, fuck you siwwy and you wet me into your ass.”

  It was the last straw for Georgie.

  Torn between the agonizingly strong urge to scream with laughter, and outrage that this jerk would automatically assume she was gonna let him fuck her up the ass ten minutes after “hello” - or “hewwow” as the case may be - she closed the book with a snap.

  “I don’t think so.”

  “No?” He pouted. “Well, there’s awways page sixty-nine?”

  “No.”

  “But...weeally...it’s vewy nice...”

  “I don’t fucking care.”

  The Prince’s eyes narrowed. “Aha. You must be one of those that wikes to be waashed.”

  “Huh?”

  “Waashed? With a whip?”

  “Lashed?” Georgie was beside herself, breasts bobbing up and down as she seethed. “Absolutely not, you twit.”

  “Easy there, Georgie. He’s only human.” Theo’s voice was soothing. “Give him a break, okay?”

  “No.” She spun around and stared out the window. “If he puts one finger on me, I’m screaming bloody murder.”

  “What?” The Prince sounded puzzled. “I’m not supposed to fingew you, I’m supposed to fuck you.”

  “Look, Mr. Pwecious Pwince. That ain’t gonna happen. Not here, not now, not today - not ever.”

  His eyebrows drew together in a frown. “You cannot deny me. You are mine by wight.”

  “Bullshit.” Georgie stood her ground. “Just because my idiot father made a deal with you and I got to be on the bargaining table doesn’t mean you get to fuck me while I’m there. And certainly not up the ass.”

  A handsome lip curved into a sneer and he started to advance on Georgie. Who backed away.

  “I am going to fuck you, Pwincess, with or without your appwoval. I will not be thwawted.”

  A snicker from outside the window didn’t help matters and although Georgie knew she was in imminent danger of being - er - waped, she couldn’t help a little gurgle of laughter from bubbling up in her throat. Her dagger lay beneath her pillow, so she could always castwate the bugger if worse came to worst.

  A gust of smoke billowed in from the window.

  “What’s that?” The prince coughed.

  “Er...the heating system is acting up a bit.” Georgie knew damn well exactly what - or rather who - had produced the cloud of sulphurous fumes.

  “Look, William. I’m sorry. This clearly isn’t working.” Georgie held up her hand. “It’s nothing personal, you understand...”

  He paused and frowned. “It’s not?”

  Georgie thought rapidly. “No, not at all. It’s just that I think you’ve gotten a rotten deal from my father. I’m the thirteenth princess, you know. No real dowry to speak of...”

  His brows drew even closer together. “And your womb is really vewy small...”

  “Pardon?”

  “Your womb.” He waved his hands around. “It’s vewy small.”

  “Oh. My room. Yes it is.”

  “Mummy warned me, you know.” He sighed.

  “She did?”

  “She said I’d be stuck with a wow number bwide. She was wight. It’s all my fault for getting here wate. But what could I do? My horse was wimping...” His lower lip trembled.

  Georgie shuddered and nearly farted as she held her laughter in check. “I know. Why don’t you get dressed and see if there are any other eligible princesses left? God knows I’ve got enough sisters...there may be one or two with better dowries than me...” And less brains too. Ones who wouldn’t care about things like adequate conversational skills. “Don’t worry about the King. I’ll take care of it all.”

  She gathered his clothes and passed them to him, patting him maternally on the shoulder. “You’re really a very nice guy. Just not the right guy for me.”

  He sighed and pulled on his pants and boots. “You are smawt. I never manage to get it on with the smawt ones.”

  “Not your fault, dear. You just run along and I’ll handle everything here. You deserve a nice princess of your own. Someone who likes painting too, perhaps...”

  His face lit up with a very handsome smile. “Oooh. Bwilliant.”

  “Yes, aren’t I?” She tugged his arm. “Here’s the door. You know where to go. Have fun.” She shoved him through, grabbing his shirt as he dropped it and pushi
ng it into his arms in a crumpled bundle. “Enjoy the castle. Have a lovely life. Bye-bye now.”

  With an enormous sigh of relief, Georgie slammed the door shut behind her handsome prince.

  And tumbled onto the bed, laughing until the tears ran from her eyes.

  *~*~*~*

  The Picture on Page Fifteen...

  Her ribs ached, her face ached - Georgie figured she’d never laughed quite so hard in her life. Finally, the howls gave way to an occasional chuckling hiccup and she lifted her head to see Theo’s, resting comfortably in the embrasure and watching her.

  “All done?”

  She giggled some more. “Dunno.” She sat up. “Shit, Theo. You have to admit that was the funniest damn thing since...I don’t know since when.”

  Theo quirked an eyebrow. “It’s pretty mean laughing at a guy for something he can’t help.”

  Chastened, Georgie nodded. “I know. And under the usual set of circumstances, I wouldn’t have. Honest.” She peeked at him from under her eyelashes. “But it was the idea of having him in bed with me, fucking me...can you imagine?” She bit down on another laugh. “Oh Pwincess. Wick me. Wuv me. I’m a howny wittle wust-fiwwed fucker.”

  “Does sort of detract from the moment, doesn’t it?” Theo’s eyes lit with amusement.

  “Babe, it kills it stone dead.” She shrugged. “He was good-looking too, but...it’s not about looks, is it?”

  “Don’t ask me. I don’t know anything about it.”

  “Riiiight.” Georgie stretched, careless of her nudity and always comfortable around Theo whether clothed or not. Her gaze fell on the book lying half open. “Oh shit. He forgot his book.”

  “Call a servant. Have somebody get it back to him.” Theo yawned hugely, sending a whuff of warm air over Georgie’s naked body. She tingled.

  “Umm...hang on a minute here...”

  She couldn’t help it. The book was there, she was alone but for Theo, and this was her chance to really get some of the inside information she’d yearned for during her schooling. Sure, she’d had sex, but somewhere - someplace inside her - she’d always known there was something missing. Some spark of pleasure that had eluded her.

  Something that resulted in a “Whooeee” sort of experience rather than a “Thanks, that was nice” evening. Sadly, they’d mostly been the latter than the former. In fact, Georgie realized suddenly that there had really only been one “Whooeee” in her entire life.

  And Theo had been responsible for it.

  Her hand shook a little at the epiphany. She’d not touched herself since that night, scared that he wouldn’t be there to help her hit that fabulous peak - or perhaps even more scared that he would.

  She blinked. This was too fucking complicated.

  And then...her gaze fell on page fifteen.

  She sucked in a breath.

  “You okay?” Theo’s voice sounded lazy in her ears, a soft caress that went all the way to her crotch and back up again.

  “Uh...yeah. I just found...”

  “What?”

  “A picture.” Georgie stared at it.

  “Really? Of what?”

  She could do this. They could do this. The images flooded her mind, a rapid cascade of arousal that tightened her belly and moistened her pussy. “Of...something I think I’m gonna try.” She darted him a quick glance. “With you.”

  “Huh?”

  “Something for us. The two of us. Together.”

  “Babe - ” Theo cleared his throat awkwardly. “I’m a dragon. You know we can’t get it on. It just ain’t gonna work.”

  A wicked grin curved her lips and she watched as Theo’s eyes dropped to her mouth. “We don’t have to.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  She looked down at the book again. There were two people - a woman and a man - in the picture. The man was lying on the bed, hands behind his head, propped up by pillows and quite naked. Also aroused - very aroused - and with a shit-eating grin on his face. The artist was really rather good and Georgie wondered for a second if Prince William had drawn it, but then dismissed the thought. There was nothing surreal about this picture. It was very accurate.

  The woman was standing at the foot of the bed - lasciviously fondling herself in front of her partner. It was in the section on “Foreplay” and a quick riffle showed Georgie that such activities were met with apparent pleasure on both sides, since pages sixteen and seventeen took the participants right into the act - straightforward fucking.

  She licked lips that were suddenly dry. “Okay Theo. Here’s what we’re gonna do.”

  For a dragon, he looked surprisingly uncertain. “You keep saying we.”

  She nodded and slithered from the bed. “Oh yeah. It’s a definite we. This is something we can both do.”

  “Honey - I can’t - ”

  “You don’t have to.” She stood before him, naked and ready, taking a great deal of delight in the little drop of saliva that was oozing from the side of his mouth and puddling on the floor.

  “What do I have to do then?” He sounded flat-out worried now.

  “Just watch, Theo. Just watch.” She breathed in, letting her breasts rise and fall as she did so. “Can you do that?”

  His gulp was noisy. “Uh, I guess so.”

  “Good.” Georgie smiled.

  Could he watch? Hell yeah.

  His eyes wouldn’t turn any other way, he couldn’t have moved his gaze if somebody’d shoved a sword up his ass at that particular moment and he had no issues with ignoring the fact he was hanging on to the outside of the castle with only two claws. His head was inside Georgie’s room and he wanted to be inside Georgie so bad his pouch was threatening to explode from the pressure of his cock inside it.

  He daren’t reach down and free it - there was another embrasure below and whoever was in that room would probably notice a stiff three feet of dragon cock if it thrust into their presence and dripped with pre-come. Things like that tended to attract unwanted attention and if he got himself castrated at this point it would so not be a good thing.

  Thus his entire focus remained fixed on the woman standing in front of him - less than a flicker of his tongue away. No, can’t do that. Too creepy. Too - bestial.

  And at the back of his mind lingered a thought - perhaps this might free him from the spell holding him captive. Good thing or bad thing, he wasn’t sure, but damned if he gave a fuck at this point.

  He just wanted to see Georgie.

  So he watched.

  She sighed as her hands stroked her skin, her forearms at first, running over them like she was cold.

  Theo knew better. He could sense her heat even from this distance, along with the sweet flowering of her pussy as the juices began to flow. Her stance altered a little, her legs parting, offering him tantalizing glimpses of glittering droplets of moisture as they dappled her thighs. It took him a few seconds to realize that at long last this was for real.

  She grinned at him and cupped her breasts. “What do you think, babe? Will they do?”

  “For what?” Theo rasped out the words into her head, knowing his voice was hoarse as her thumbs played with her nipples.

  “For you...” She teased herself, gasping as a nail abraded the hard peak.

  “Fuck yeah, oh - yeah...” He caught himself drooling heavily and swallowed. It wasn’t easy since his throat rested heavily on the windowsill, but he managed it. He was damned if he’d drown in his own spit at this point in the proceedings.

  Georgie’s hips swayed. “I like this, Theo. I like it when you watch me. It’s...hot, you know?”

  He wanted to nod but couldn’t. He didn’t have room. Knocking out the ceiling would have totally spoiled the moment.

  She didn’t seem to mind. “I can see myself in your eyes. My reflection...” She moved a little closer and slid one hand over her belly, delicately smoothing the skin, ringing her cute little belly button with one finger and then closing her eyes languorously. “God, this is good...”
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br />   Theo made some sort of strangled sound in agreement. It was so good that if it got better his eyes might blow up.

  It got better. Georgie’s hand slithered south, inevitably finding her pussy and the pinkly wonderful magic of her cunt. Or so Theo liked to think of it. Or - in all honesty - how he would have thought of it if he’d been writing a purplish-prose type romance novel. She smoothed the liquids around making slippery slick noises that drove Theo’s wits clean out of his skull.

  His pouch was coldly sopping with the oozing droplets of his own arousal. It would probably take a month of flying around with his flap open to dry the fucking thing. He didn’t care.

  His tongue flopped down onto the floor.

  Georgie, lost in her own erotic exercise, ignored it. She’d found a place that made her pulse throb visibly at the base of her throat and was now swaying in time to some private music that only she could hear.

  “Oh lord...” She strummed her clit, parting the folds with two fingers, letting it come out and peep at Theo, who peeped back.

  It was - beautiful. Hard and pearlescent, Georgie’s clit was a work of art no jeweler could have ever duplicated. And clearly it was sensitive since she rubbed around it, beneath it, beside it - but never quite on top of it.

  “I’m feeling so good, Theo. So good.” She whispered the words.

  He was silent. There was nothing he could say that would satisfactorily cover the emotions roiling through him.

  Her muscles tensed and released, her hands moved over her body and she let it all go, finding delight in her own touch and the sharing of this moment with him.

  “I’m imagining that this is you touching me, Theo. Your mouth - here - ”

  Yeah. I want my mouth there. So baaaaad...

  “Your arms around me, your fingers playing with my nipples...”

  I don’t have arms or fingers. Fuck it. I’ll improvise.

  “Theo, I’m getting hot...”

  No fucking shit, babe. I’m about to create a thermal fusion reaction here...