“Um, are you sure it’s safe to stay here?”
Annie closed her eyes once more. “Eddie is leaving the building. He’s getting in his car. He is not calling in to the station. Even from here, I can read his thoughts; he doesn’t remember being in here.”
Let us continue, Pen said.
“Yes, my mate, we shall,” Annie smirked, removing her lab coat, “but with one slight difference.”
Pen’s eyes widened. What are you doing, Annie?
The scientist smirked. “Learning. Experiencing.” She undid the buttons on her blouse and pulled it over her head, tearing two gaping gashes in the fabric with her sharp horns. Beneath was the plain white lace bra concealing her moderate breasts, of which she gave a quick view before turning her back to Pen. “It’s what my kind does.”
She leaned back, into the embrace of her dragon mate. The great dragon hooked Annie’s bra with a sharp talon, cutting it free. His scaly hands caressed the scientist’s breasts, bringing moans of pleasure from her.
“I’ve tasted you,” Annie whispered, breathless.
She reached down to undo the belt on her slacks, letting them slide down to the floor. Her very wet panties followed suit.
“Now, my love, taste me.” She gently motioned Pen to lay down on the floor, grinning widely as she straddled his chest, her back to his head. “Teach me what pleasure is.”
The young scientist leaned down as Pen’s long, flexible neck snaked forward, drawing him within range of Annie’s moist slit.
Annie took Pen’s penis inside her mouth once more, finding herself somehow able to take him deeper. She shivered with the first flick of Pen’s tongue against her clit, and increased the pace of her sucking as Pen’s forks attacked her slit with great vigor.
Thu May 2 20:06:37 2002