by Ella Hart
CC hobbled a few steps away from me. He stripped off his tight leather jacket, and tore his bloody, already ripped t-shirt in half. The sunlight danced on his warm skin, and even the ruby red blood looked like a decorative sash across his perfect torso.
Then I heard the zip of his pants. I knew that for propriety’s sake I should probably look away. But when he slipped down his pants, it was all I could do not to gawk.
He was massive. The sight of it was almost comical against his slender, athletic hips and lean but delicious ass. I wondered how he managed to fit into those tight leather pants in the first place.
As I stared at him, the heat and pulsing from my pussy became unbearable. I knew if anyone touched me down there, they might get a third degree burn.
God, I wanted him to touch me.
He turned around, tossing that movie star smile at me as if it wasn’t a precious gift to be savored and adored.
“Hop on in,” he said, and skipped into the spring.
I slipped out of my own messy, torn clothes and followed willingly.
Chapter Eleven
He was relaxing in the water while I felt anything but relaxed. It was all I could do not to jump on him and ride him. But his chest needed to heal, and I wanted to respect that.
Until he said, “Hey, you’ve got something in your eye.”
I said, “What?”
Then he splashed. A major swipe of water fell over me and into my face.
I wrinkled my nose and wiped my face. “Of course you know, this means war,” I said in my best imitation of Bugs Bunny.
The splash battle was breathless and violent. I’d like to say I came out the victor, but he had a massive slash wound on his chest, so I couldn’t take too much pride in it. In order to assert my dominance in splashing, I held him under the water, dunking him like a middle school bully.
Until he pushed his face in between my legs, under the water. He propelled me toward the side of the pool, and before I could say, “I win,” he was licking my pulsing clit with an unbearable fervor.
I was trying to keep quiet, since we’d already been yelling as we played in the water and I didn’t want to attract any hunters or animals, but then he bit my thigh with vicious joy and I yelped.
After that, all bets were off. I screamed as he gripped my ass and my thighs and licked me up and down. He came up for air, only rarely, and I marveled at his lung capacity.
That was, I guess, until he couldn’t stand it anymore and he appeared above the water. But he was still licking. Licking up my naked body while pressing his hard cock against my thighs.
When he got to my breasts I wasn’t even breathing anymore. I concentrated 100% on how wonderful my body felt. He licked the curves of my breasts, which looked massive and enlarged from his passionate attention.
He spent a long time, a tormenting amount of time, licking all around my breasts and squeezing them. He pressed his knee up against my pussy so I could grind against him while he played with my breasts. I thought that would relieve some of the pressure I felt but it only intensified how badly I wanted him inside me.
Then his tongue flickered across my nipples. My whole body reacted as if I’d been shocked. He licked and squeezed my nipples and I started begging.
I said, “Please, please, please, get inside me, I want you, please.” I was using human language but I didn’t feel human anymore. I felt like an animal that needed this pleasure.
He needed it too. I could tell, because when I grabbed his cock and tried to pull him toward me, it was engorged and pulsing violently.
As soon as I touched his penis, making sure to run my palm over its head and squeeze it, he didn’t play any more games.
He pushed himself inside me with a force I’d never known. I kept my hips pushed against him with a steady pressure, so that every pounding thrust had maximum depth. I wanted all of him, and I told him so, although I wasn’t sure if I was speaking telepathically or out loud.
I felt absolutely filled up by his magnificent cock, and the power of his thrusts drove me crazy. Especially since he kept biting my neck and licking my tits as he pushed into me, which only served to heighten the pleasure into a painful starburst.
As if to highlight how we had become nothing more than animals rutting in the water, he pulled out of me and flipped me over. He shoved his hard cock rapidly, punching my G spot and making me scream out his name as I braced myself against the side of the spring.
It was mind blowing, and as he continued to fill me up with unimaginable pleasure. He smacked my ass with a harsh open palm. It all felt so good, and I screamed for him to do it even harder. He did, and the wild passion turned my screams into bloody roars.
I was coming, forced to the edge of passion by the onslaught of his amazing cock. My pussy clenched tighter than anyone had ever made it tighten before.
He said, “Oh God, Kat, you’re so tight. You’re going to make me come.”
Suddenly I wanted more than anything to be filled with his semen. The idea of his burning hot whiteness filling my belly was startlingly sexy. Hearing him groan and imagining him finish inside me brought me to climax.
I screamed, pressing myself against his hot form in the water as all of me convulsed. Waves of pleasure sprang out from my vagina into my whole body, until it felt as if even my fingernails were coming. It all turned into a wonderful, peaceful feeling of being completely wrung out and smacked raw.
I was totally satisfied, but he was still groaning. He pulled out of me with a whimper, and in my breathlessness the sight of it made me want him again.
I said, “You know, I am on the pill.”
He shook his head. “As much as I want that, you have no idea how powerful dragon sperm is. It doesn’t really care about human medicine.”
His chest had healed. I felt so grateful for that, I got on my knees in the water, and I licked his shimmering member.
I started by licking the head of it, but once I heard his groans, I got too excited to hold back or strategize. So I thrust his massive cock as far as I could down my throat, smashing it into the back of my mouth, while he made marvelous, joyful noises that sounded absolutely shocked at how good it felt.
When he screamed out, “I’m coming, Kat, I’m coming right in your mouth,” I used the last reserves of my energy to push his cock as deep as I could down my throat.
When his semen came out, it was an immense amount. Imagine chugging boiling water. I just opened my throat and let it come, and I started rubbing my clit as I enjoyed the feeling of his orgasm.
I came again just as he finished ejaculating, and we pulled back from each other. I licked my lips, not unlike how he licked it that night of the party (wow, only just the day before. How quickly things change), and he stared down at me with surprise.
He said, “You win,” and fell back into the water, where he pretended to fall unconscious.
I laughed, and decided to lie back and enjoy the peacefulness of the forest in my own post-orgasmic, joyful haze.
Chapter Twelve
So, I became the main girl of a dragon-shifting, biker-gang leader. Which I think was not what my parents had intended when I had started my aerophysics degree.
Nobody made me feel like CC did. When his eyes were on me, I was filled with a violent fire, unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and I needed him right then, wherever we were. We often got left behind by the gang, because we’d pulled off to canoodle in a roadside clearing or up in a massive tree.
I was sitting on his lap in a biker bar. We were on the outskirts of Montana, maybe a little closer to Idaho than I’d been before. My leather miniskirt was riding up a lot more than I wanted, but it felt weird to be wearing anything other than what passed as our uniform, I guess.
I was nursing a beer, which was flat and not particularly good, while CC chatted with a guy and girl I didn’t recognize. Some locals who were falling for his usual schtick. I didn’t pay much attention, because I’d heard the stories before.
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br /> My mind was somewhere else. I hated myself for it, because here I was on the adventure of the lifetime, literally having sex while flying on a nightly basis with a gorgeous boy, and my dumb brain couldn’t help drifting to the golden-haired dream I’d left at home.
The first time Blake and I had kissed was in middle school. It was a mess, because I had a retainer that made me store up too much saliva in my mouth, and he had floppy emo hair (still blond though, he never dyed it because his mom would’ve been too sad) that hung in his eyes and disrupted his vision.
We were ‘dating’ in that timid way that twelve year olds date. We were hanging outside a Target, waiting for my mom to come pick us up. All the other kids who we’d been loitering with had already gone home.
So we were alone. Which we had been a lot of times. But this time it felt different, because this was the first time we’d been alone since we had called ourselves boyfriend and girlfriend.
I didn’t know what to do. Then he asked me, “Do you think I’m a good boyfriend? Like, do you feel happy when we’re together?”
I nodded my head. “Of course!” I said, swallowing some spit. I felt a lot of things when we were together. Mostly tense during that brief dating period, but at the time I thought that was what being in love felt like.
I nodded resolutely. “You’re a great boyfriend,” I said, then quickly panicked, and asked, “Am I a good girlfriend?”
“Yep. You’re awesome,” he said, with a firm nod, “You’re really funny.”
I relaxed. He looked at me. I looked at him.
We had a horrible kiss where I literally drooled out of the side of my mouth. It wasn’t very magical.
What was magical was the ride back to his place, where he let his hand rest on mine, but barely, so that my mom wouldn’t see.
I think we broke up a few weeks later because we didn’t want to ‘ruin our friendship’, which was also exciting because it felt very mature and grown up to break up for such a smart reason, and so amicably.
Sitting on CC’s lap in the bar, I felt like crying. I got up, and he smacked my ass, so I turned around and nearly pushed him off the chair.
He held his hands up. “Sorry! Sorry, baby. What’s up?”
I said, “I need some air.” He tried to hand me cigarettes, as if they would calm me down, but I pushed them away and ran outside.
A golden head of hair was waiting for me there.
Blake was outside the bar, leaning against his pick-up truck.
He said, “I thought these were your bikes, but I couldn’t be sure. I couldn’t work up the courage to go in.”
I didn’t know what to say. I suddenly hated my outfit. It was so very not-me.
Blake didn’t waste a second looking me over. He walked straight up to me and hugged me, and as I melted into his arms, I started to cry.
He whispered to me, “Your dad told me that ... You’re a shifter. That you have this gift. He has it, too. He says he should’ve told you, told all of us, and you never would have run away.”
Blake’s large body started shaking, and I realized he was crying with me as he held me tightly.
“My ... my dad?” I whispered.
He said, “Yes. It’s genetic. He told me all about it, and you know what? It’s pretty freaking weird, Kat. But somehow ... it makes sense for you? You’ve always been special. Not just to me, but to everybody. This is just another way you’re special. God damn it, I love you, Katherine. I’ve been trying to find you for months, now, so I could tell you. Whatever you are, whoever you want to be, I love you.”
I tipped my head back to look up at his face and saw how sincere he was. He bent down and kissed me softly, the lightest brush against my lips. Then he pulled back.
He said, “I know you might feel better with people more like you. Like this motorcycle club. But I wanted you to know ... You have a choice. You can come home and be you, and be loved, or you can stay here, and be you, and be with them. Whichever you want, it’s your choice.”
It was too much. It was all too crazy. I’d already chosen this life, and I didn’t want to think about it anymore.
I stepped away from him. Away from home.
I told him, “Thank you. So much. But I can’t.”
I went back inside and left him by his pickup truck.
I tried to find CC, so he could look me in the eye and remind me why I’d chosen this life of freedom over Blake and small town Montana.
I asked someone where he was, and they just laughed. I got an awful, sticky feeling in my throat.
I rushed to the bathroom. I threw open the door to the men’s room, which CC hadn’t even bothered to lock. He was getting blown by the dude he’d been talking to earlier, while the girl made out with him and squealed while he fingered her.
I shouted, “CC, what the hell?”
He stopped kissing the girl long enough to say, “Care to join?”
Then I realized what a biker gang meant by “main girl”. It meant I was his primary, but not his only. And I knew him well enough to know that he would never, ever change.
I’d made a huge mistake. The one true love of my life had just driven off in a pickup.
But it wasn’t that hard to catch up when you could fly.
I rushed out of the door, starting to feel the burn on my shoulders as I geared up to shift, only to find that Blake was still sitting in his car. He hadn’t pulled away yet.
He hadn’t even put the key in the ignition. He looked at me, waiting breathlessly.
I walked to the passenger door and slid inside. He stared at me, cautiously, not wanting to expect too much.
I said, “On a scale of one to one hundred, how pissed is my mom?”
He grimaced and shook his head. “One billion.”
I said, “Awesome.”
We held hands the whole drive home.
Epilogue
Blake and I got married in his parents’ backyard, which had beautiful apple trees and an adorable pond. In all the pictures, we look perfect and happy.
Most days, I feel perfect and happy. I finished my degree and now I work with Blake’s dad in his mountain laboratory, ironically studying mountain air currents and their effect on flight.
I almost never shift. It just doesn’t fit in the perfect lifestyle that Blake and I are building. We’ve bought our own little house with a pond in the backyard. We’re thinking about having kids, although I’m not sure we shouldn’t just adopt, if the whole shifter thing is genetic.
But sometimes, when I dream ... I see the night sky from the view of a dragon. And Blake doesn’t talk about it, but I whisper somebody else’s name ... Because he’s the only face I see in my dreams.
CC. The one who taught me how to fly.
