BROGAN_A Steamy WereDragon Romance

by Bonnie Burrows

He grinned back, broadly, his smile saying, Do I HAVE any?

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  On their way to Gabrielle’s guest quarters, they stopped by Brogan’s apartment, from which he fetched an entire bottle of the alien liquor to which he had eluded. He then took her to her room and they sat themselves down at the table and poured themselves two glasses. They toasted and drank, and Gabrielle took down a swallow of the brandy as if it were the greatest pleasure in existence. Or almost the greatest.

  “Can I tell you something?” he said.

  “Anything,” she replied. “What?”

  Raising his glass to her again, Brogan told her, “After what I saw tonight…I think you would make one inferno of a dragon.”

  Gabrielle’s only answer was a soft laugh. A warm and flattered sort of laugh. She raised her own glass and took another swallow. Oh, that felt good.

  “I mean it,” Brogan said. “I think, if you’d applied for the Transition Program, and gotten in, you would have made it through and you’d be a Lacertan today. I can just see you, all scales and horns and wings and tail. You would have been a fantastic dragon.”

  “Well, thank you,” she said, more pleased than she ever thought she would be to hear such a thing, especially after the long-ago disapproval of her parents and the way she finally let go of that dream and traded it for others.

  “Your life would have been very different, though,” Brogan added.

  She cocked her eyebrows and looked off a bit, as if peering into another world. “That’s true, isn’t it? I would have married Dillaine and we’d probably still be together. And maybe we would have spent all these years trying to have a baby. Or gotten lucky and actually had one. Your friend Tynan and his mate, Sierra—they’re testing that new fertility drug for Lacertan couples. If I’d had that other life, Dillaine and I might be looking forward to the results of their ‘testing’ right now, and hoping it would work for us.”

  “Could be,” said Brogan, his own thoughts turning to his old friend and Sierra. In all likelihood, Tynan was busy in bed with Sierra up in Nimbus City morning, noon, and night. He had thought of it many times since Sierra Smith came to Lacerta to help Tynan test the drug. The sex that must be going on now; the sheer, constant screwing… Brogan had never been particularly interested in being a father, other than imagining being a parent the way people usually did. But the process of becoming a parent interested him more than just about anything.

  “Do you want to know what I’ve regretted the most, in a way, about never going through with that?” Gabrielle asked.

  “What’s that?”

  “I’ve always been curious about being with a dragon male—as a dragon female.”

  Brogan furrowed his brow, guessing at what she was saying. “You mean, being in a female dragon body…”

  “…and having a dragon male in his dragon body. With…you know…”

  Brogan understood; he had taken her meaning and finished for her, “…his dragon dicks.”

  She was pleased that he was not shy about the subject. “Yes,” she said.

  “I think a lot of human women have that fantasy,” Brogan noted.

  “It’s not just human women,” said Gabrielle. “I had a gay friend in college; he had a Lacertan boyfriend. We used to compare notes a lot, just between us, when he was seeing his boyfriend and I was with Dillaine. Once we talked about how it would be if we were Lacertans and we could have them as dragons, how it would be to get it from…both. Of course you’ve had Lacertan females and given them…both. They must love it.”

  Brogan took another hard swallow of the brandy and sat back and laughed. She saw that he still was not shy, but that he was more than a little amused. “I’m glad I’m not embarrassing you,” she said.

  “No, I’m not embarrassed.” Brogan chuckled. “This is just a conversation I never thought I’d be having with a human. Especially being so frank about it.”

  Gabrielle’s eyes widened with surprise. “Do you mean this subject has never come up with any of the human women you’ve been with? It’s a natural subject.”

  “Well, it has once or twice,” said Brogan. “But I’ve never had it be so…straightforward, I guess. There usually is a little embarrassment about it. I mean, humans are usually more embarrassed about it than we are. Having two dicks to do it with is the most natural thing in the world to us.”

  “Well, some human women wish it were the most natural thing in the world for them. At least a little.”

  They laughed softly about it for a moment longer. Then Gabrielle posed a new question. “So, tell me honestly. Which do you prefer—Lacertan females or human?”

  “Don’t put me on the spot like that,” Brogan said.

  “I don’t mean to put you on the spot,” said Gabrielle. “And I don’t mean to judge. I’m just curious. I know Lacertan men, the straight ones anyway, always love to have human women. And I always wonder which they like better, their own females…or us.”

  Brogan was silent for a moment; silent and thoughtful. Then, with a sigh, he said, “Okay. Honest answer. Elaina and I were just talking about this. To tell you the truth…I’ve been with a lot more human women than I have Lacertans. A lot more. I really…like…doing it to humans.”

  Another beat of silence followed that. Gabrielle smiled a little smile at him. It felt warmer than the brandy.

  Then he continued, “Though, if you really want to know the truth…”

  “What?” she wondered.

  “If you were one of us—and you didn’t have your Dillaine—and we happened to meet…” he paused meaningfully, “I would want to make it really good for you.”

  Now Gabrielle gave him an even bigger smile. “Maybe there’s a way you could.”

  Brogan was confused now. “What do you mean? You know that isn’t…”

  “It isn’t safe,” Gabrielle acknowledged. “But…”

  “But what?”

  “Can I show you something?”

  Brogan blinked, curious and bemused. “Show me something?”

  “There’s something that I like to take with me when I travel,” said Gabrielle. “Can I show you?”

  “I’m going to have to insist,” Brogan replied.

  She stood up and gestured for him to follow her. “Come here.”

  His curiosity fully piqued, wondering exactly what it was he was getting himself into, Brogan stood up and followed her across the room. She gestured to the bed. “Have a seat,” she said while stepping over to the Ottoman where she had left her travel bag next to a chair by the window. Brogan sat on the bed, rubbing his neck, ever more curious, watching her open the bag and draw something out. When she turned around, holding up what she took from the bag, the surprise nearly knocked him from the bed onto the floor.

  “Holy shit!” he blurted.

  In one hand Gabrielle held a squeeze vial of Slipdragon. It would have been enough to amuse and delight Brogan to see that they both used the same brand of lube. But what she had in her other hand left him positively gobsmacked.

  The object had two stalks or prongs branching off from a short handle like the forked parts of a tree limb. Each of them was about twenty-three centimeters long. The end of each one was a round bulb that came to a long, tapering, pointed tip; not sharp, but pointed. The length of each was thickly veined in a way that made it resemble a tangle of tree roots. Each large prong had running alongside its bottom a row of sharp ridges, not so sharp as to cut flesh, but sharp enough to feel very rough when the prongs were used for their intended purpose.

  This object was a pseudoflesh jelly replica of something that nature never intended for human intimacy—at least not internally. Nature meant it for dragon females only. In a human female it could cause irritation and even bleeding. Brogan gulped to see Gabrielle actually holding one of these. He had one of his own, but it was real and was a part of him—when he was in his other body. It was something that a Lacertan male would never, or hardly ever, show to a human female. It was usually
considered something rude and even threatening.

  Brogan blurted, “Really?”

  Gabrielle restrained the impulse to laugh at how startled Brogan was. “Really,” she replied, the corner of her mouth turning up.

  “A Lacertan dildo? A jelly dragon cock?”

  “It’s my favorite one.”

  “You have more than one of these?”

  “I have a few. This is the one I like best.”

  “But you don’t actually…”

  She stifled another laugh. “Of course not. It’s only for over-the-skin play. With the lube. Would you like to help me with it?”

  The clammy feeling on his skin made Brogan feel more like a salamander than a dragon at this moment. “Seriously?” he said.

  “You’ve never…entertained a human woman with one of these?”

  To his further surprise, Brogan realized, “No. No…I never have.”

  “Well, then,” she said. “Call this your initiation. Let’s get undressed.”

  It was with a genuine sense of disbelief—mixed in with curiosity, a flush of excitement at something new to him, and the beginnings of a genuine arousal—that Brogan stripped off his skin suit and made himself naked on the bed. Gabrielle shed her clothing and left it on the floor, and undid her braid and let her hair hang down; then, with lube and toy, she joined him.

  They sat facing each other on the bed, Brogan taking on a human, flesh-and-blood boner every bit as prominent as the two pseudoflesh ones of Gabrielle’s toy dong. He looked at her with an almost awkward chuckle. She ran her eyes over the real and throbbing foreskinned maleness that Brogan had down there and said, “Yours is nice too.”

  “Thanks,” he replied, his once-clammy skin now tingling.

  “Hold this,” she said, handing him the two-pronged wonder.

  His heart skipped a beat as she took it from him. It was a surreal moment for Brogan, nursing a real human hard-on while holding an artificial Lacertan one. She popped open the lube and squeezed a dollop of it onto one jelly glans, then the other. Then, with her fingertips, she smoothed the lube onto the tapering tips.

  “My breasts first,” she told him.

  He began—tentatively at first, then he saw from the shutting of her eyes and the relaxing of her shoulders that she really did like it. As if he ever needed to doubt that she liked it. She would not have asked for them to get naked together, would not have stared so approvingly at his erection and invited him to join her in this kind of play, if she didn’t enjoy it. And so Brogan, the tip of his single real one dripping a rivulet of pre-cum, got into the spirit of the act.

  He sensuously rubbed the glans and tip of one of the pseudo-phalluses along the curvature of one of Gabrielle’s breasts, and moved it in circles around her nipple, and played at her nipple with the point of it. Then he took the other pseudo-phallus to her other breast and nipple and repeated the pleasure. And his real member strained down below at the thought of what he would do to her with this thing if it were real and she actually were a dragon woman; how he would enter her down below with first one prong and thrust it in her until it poured out a load of dragon seed, then give her the other one and give her a second stream. Imagining it was making the increasingly hot and aroused Squire feel very needy.

  “Why don’t you play with my real one?” he said.

  Gabrielle picked up the vial that she’d left sitting on the bed and squeezed some onto her fingers. Then she took her fingers down to Brogan’s lap and what stood at attention between his thighs, and began to slide up and down his pulsing pole.

  Pleasure echoed through Brogan’s body at her touch. “Mmm…yes, that’s it,” he groaned, letting her linger at the crown at the end of his tool and pull the foreskin up and down over it. “Oh yes, that’s the way. Mmm…”

  Letting her continue to stroke him, Brogan took up the Slipdragon himself and spread the product up and down each extremity of the toy, making both sides of the double dong thoroughly slippery. Then he moved the jelly instrument down below the thatch of her pubic hair and began to play at Gabrielle’s folds with it. She cooed more like a dove than a dragon and lay back with her legs spread around him, showing him her pink and glistening entranceway.

  Damn, that looks so sweet, Brogan thought. He pulled her hips forward and got himself full encircled by her legs, giving them full access to each other’s sex. Gabrielle continued to stroke and squeeze and pet Brogan’s real phallus while Brogan took the length of one of the pseudo-dongs and rubbed its ridged underside gently, tenderly along her lady-petals, making her squirm at the sexy, slippery roughness of it.

  She responded by ever-so-carefully pinching the head of Brogan’s member between her thumb and forefinger, giving him a shock of rude pleasure that made him flinch and cry out, “Oh, fuck!” Quickly gathering his senses from that, he chuckled, “You want to play it that way? Okay, you asked for it…”

  For his next move, Brogan took the round-pointed tip of the other gelatinous John Thomas and aimed it right at the focal point of a woman’s pleasure. He found her switch of ecstasy and began to flick it back and forth, up and down, causing her to squirm harder and emit whimpers of rising joy. “Oh…oh…OH…” Gabrielle cried, squeezing Brogan’s shaft and urging him on. “Oh yes…OH…!”

  Brogan did not let up. Instead he doubled down. He continued to stroke and flick at Gabrielle’s fleshy buzzer with the tip of one end of the toy, then with the underside of the other end he rubbed the ridges carefully, delicately against it. Gabrielle went into what seemed a delirium at this, clutching at his erection as if it would stop her sailing away or levitating right off the bed. At the same time Brogan used his real fingers on her folds, running the tips of them up and down her sex, then inserting them into her channel. Gabrielle’s muscles clenched at the combination of feelings and Brogan felt her passage tighten around his fingers. He smiled lustily at the play of ecstasy on her face, and gritted his teeth at the way she was pleasing him with her fingers coiled around his root. He was throbbing in her hands as her body was throbbing at his attentions. He could feel something building up, building up, building…

  And all at once, it happened. What Brogan was doing to her with his combination of fingers and faux phallus tripped a final switch inside Gabrielle, and her back arched and her thighs clenched around his hips the way her womanhood clenched around his fingers. He felt a sensuous upheaval rock its way through her body. She let out what was almost a scream, and Brogan knew he had done the job. Knowing it and feeling it brought an immediate response from him.

  A burst of heat like the ignition of an engine welled up in his rod in Gabrielle’s hand. The fire of it spread through his own body, and making a final blast of ecstasy inside him that brought a fountain of thick, white stickiness from the end of his pole. It gushed and arched out like champagne from an uncorked bottle, onto Gabrielle’s hand and wrist, and over onto her stomach, leaving hot dollops of man-nectar splashed across her skin.

  Still lying there with her legs around him, Gabrielle looked up into his post-orgasmic handsomeness. They panted together, Brogan slipping his fingers out of her and ceasing his play at her with the jelly phallus. She watched him catch his breath as she caught hers, and saw him gulp and slump his shoulders. He looked at the slick expression of his coming, the way it slid down Gabrielle’s wrist and pooled on her stomach, and found his voice. “Shit, that wasn’t the way I meant that to happen. Shit…”

  “You can make up for it,” she said. “Help me clean up. The medics prescribed a bath with the minerals, remember?”

  Brogan gulped again. He nodded and put down the dildo on the bed, and watched her wipe his cream from her skin with her fingertips, the sight of which he swore would give him another wood in record time. “A bath,” he said. “Good idea, a bath…”

  They got themselves off the bed and before they started for the bath, he took her in his arms, carefully as not to aggravate any lingering aches she might have. Holding her close, he savored the stickines
s that he’d left on her abdomen. “But first…” And he enfolded her mouth with his lips, and she joined him in a long, long kiss. Giving herself fully into the kiss, Gabrielle fondled and caressed his buttocks, a favor that Brogan returned for her. At length they pulled out of the kiss. “That was new for me,” he said. “Next time we do what we did over there on the bed, I’ll be ready for it and I’ll do it right.”

  “You did it just fine this time,” she told him, pecking at his lips. “Now let me get the prescription and we’ll run that bath.”

  They playfully groped each other’s bottom on their way into the bath. Sitting together on the edge of the sunken tub, they ran the warm water and emptied the vial of healing minerals into it. While waiting for the tub to fill, Brogan and Gabrielle continued to kiss, sucking at each other’s lips while playing with their respective parts below the waist. Gabrielle loved the length and steely hardness of the cylinder of flesh between Brogan’s legs, and the plumpness of the man-pouch at its base. She loved as well the play of his fingers at her petals and his tender exploration of her well moistened interior. Soon the tub was full enough and they turned off the water and climbed down into the middle of it.