Endangered Ch. 04

Everyone was showered and eating breakfast by eight o'clock. Lillian was hungry but there was no blood for her. She would have to feed tonight or get some blood today if she was going to stay one hundred percent around Chris. Her hunger reflected in her slightly cranky demeanor, although no one could see her scowls as she was invisible again.

Thankfully, their brief trip was already drawing to a close as the three dragons discussed various aspects of their lives, what possibilities lay at Chris's feet. Lillian observed the way Susan hovered around Chris even more today and had that happy, tell-tale glow about her. If those weren't enough, their combined moans and screams last night could have woken the dead, the undead anyway, if she'd actually been asleep.

Susan felt the vampire's eyes on her and returned a broad, happy smile in her general direction, feeling full of energy and love after her wonderful night with the dragon. Lillian tried to tell herself that she wasn't jealous of that contented look and happy smile. Was the dragon really that good?

Again, the conversation moved to the living room, centered on the subject of Chris's gold. John had made some dragon-gold of his own in his youth but gave it up once he established a respectable hoard, buried deep below the house. As a dragon, there were possibilities for much easier lucrative work. The older couple was enthusiastic about him starting to take his own contracts and begin his education as soon as possible.

"I'm only disappointed that the Global Meeting of Dragons is seven years away," John said, continuing before Chris could ask the obvious. "It occurs at the start of each decade."

Elizabeth shrugged. "Well, he will be meeting Claire and Petra before long and probably other dragons, too, in the meantime."

The elder dragon chuckled. "Oh, yes, and won't word spread quickly among us that there is a new member of the Endangered Club? An Ether dragon, no less." He looked from his wife to the youngling. "Take care of you and yours as you meld with your dragon, Chris. We want you around for a very long while."

***

They'd commandeered one of John Guthrie's cars, a powerful black Mercedes which was modified for safe transport of council members. This meant luxury and comfort as well as bulletproof glass, UV shielding, and all sorts of high tech devices inside.

Lillian was driving again, still hungry and grumpy, while Chris and Susan spent a lot of the trip back to London sitting together or just smooching in the back, thoroughly besotted with this new aspect of their relationship. Before they left the Guthrie residence, Chris had been assured that he could call them night or day about anything at all; and that once Petra and Claire Godran got in touch with him, he'd have another great source of knowledge.

He'd thanked them and said goodbye, having a brief argument with his dragon about going back into his human form. The dragon had thought it was more important to be safe if there were any more attacks than to have his big wings and purple skin alerting everyone to the presence of Beings as they drove past. Chris had won though, and now they were on the outskirts of London in the early evening.

"What time's our charter flight?" Susan asked.

"We aren't going back on a scheduled flight, it's too easy for someone to get to us," Lillian explained from the front. "We'll take a public flight and no one will know. If anyone does find out there'll be hundreds of captive witnesses, they won't be able to do shit." Lillian had been on edge the entire drive, mulling yesterday's events over again and again. It didn't fit, someone had leaked information about their schedule which meant that they were still in danger. "We'll borrow a car from Lord Harcot, I'll get a meal, and then we'll get the first available flight out of Heathrow."

"Isn't that dangerous? How's Chris supposed to be on a plane for hours?" Susan thought the vampire's idea was a little foolhardy. "Wouldn't the Synod look after us and provide safe transport if we weren't happy with the charter?"

"Look!" Lillian hissed, her hunger and worry translating into an angry snarl. "We are in another country, with no one we can truly trust nearby. The people who are supposed to be helping us are the only ones who know we're here, yet we were attacked. That means someone is giving them information. Therefore, we need to get back to familiar territory as fast as possible, in ways that aren't predictable. That means human airlines, and if you think Chris will be a problem, we'll grab whatever you need to make a neutralizing agent for his fucking pheromones!"

Lillian breathed deep after her little rant, more out of reflex than necessity.

"Sorry," Chris said, hugging Susan who was terrified all over again after having their situation laid out in no uncertain terms. She'd thought they were in the clear after the failed attack. "We aren't used to all this. Thank you, Lillian."

"I didn't mean to yell," she replied. "I'm just on edge... and I'm really hungry."

***

Chris woke with a start, not believing he'd actually managed to fall asleep in the cramped seat, his knees jammed into the back of the one in front. The loud whine of the engines filled his ears. For a moment he just sat there with his eyes still shut until the little touch that had originally woken him repeated itself: a finger trailing down his thigh.

His eyes shot open to be met by a nice pair of brown ones, an unfamiliar pair, as their owner trailed her finger back up his leg.

"What are you doing?" he whispered accusingly to the flight attendant. He heard Lillian chuckle from the empty window seat and glanced across to her. Susan was still asleep in between them.

"I don't know, Christopher, why don't you come up behind the curtain with me?" she asked.

Chris saw her nametag pinned onto her suit style jacket. Jenifer.

"No, thanks, and how do you know my name?"

Chris tried to wriggle back into the seat, reaching to push her back a little. She just grabbed his hand and placed it on her modest breast, holding it there firmly with a small coo as she leaned into him from the isle.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he hissed, angrily pulling his hand back. The cabin lights were down but she wouldn't go unnoticed forever.

"I looked you up in the passenger manifest. I don't know why but I really like you," Jenifer said seductively. "Let's have some fun, I think Linda likes you, too."

She really didn't know why she was assaulting this young man, risking her job, but it all seemed worth it somehow. He'd caught her eye as he'd shuffled past her down the aisle, trying not to bump people with his shoulders. He'd passed close and she'd gotten a whiff of whatever lovely cologne he was wearing.

"Fuck. Jenifer, look, just go back to your station. I don't want to do this and neither do you. You'd lose your job." Chris leaned over to Susan. "Mom, wake up."

Lillian's quiet titter sounded again.

"You couldn't have done anything about this, Lillian?" he asked, peeved that the invisible vampire seemed to find it funny.

"Come on ,Chris," Jenifer whined a little louder, gripping his arm and trying to pull him up out of his seat. "Don't all guys fantasize about joining the Mile High Club? No one will know, we can do it in the toilet."

His resistance only made her more desperate to convince him as her mind began to abandon reason only to be replaced by more lust.

"That's enough!" Chris said forcefully, noticing several passengers to start from sleep, a couple heads turning their way. "Get yourself under control, Jenifer, I don't want to do that with you."

He felt guilty as soon as he'd said it. It wasn't her fault, she probably just thought he was cute then got snared by his pheromones. She had a sad, hurt look on her face and the beginnings of tears in her eyes as she took a startled step back, like she'd never even considered he wouldn't reciprocate her advances. After a moment of looking sadly at him, she mumbled an apology and retreated up the aisle, arms wrapped around her torso.

"Jenifer... I...fuck." Chris almost got out of his seat to apologize but Susan stopped him.

"Don't. Just stay away, it'll be easier for her."

"That's got to be the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me," Chris said, his heart calming down after the encounter.

"It's going to be hard to get used to." Susan paused, reaching under the seat in front of her to retrieve the small kit she always carried for making potions on the fly, this time literally. "Okay, we'd better go make up a neutralizing solution for her and anyone else you've affected. I'll follow about thirty seconds after you and knock on the bathroom door twice."

Chris tried to choose the largest bathroom but it was still tiny and smelled like piss. A few seconds later Susan knocked and he awkwardly let her in. They stood still for a moment, waiting for someone to knock on the door and demand they come out, but it didn't happen.

"So what do we do?" Chris started.

"Well, you know, I need some part of you to neutralize your essence." Her face transformed into a seductive grin. "Can you think of any way to get a sample of your essence? Humm?" Susan practically purred.

"You aren't... Seriously? Not in here, surely?" Chris stammered.

"Oh, yes, you said I'd have a chance later. Now I'm taking my chance. Pants down, Chris."

Susan started on the buckle of his belt, turning to put the toilet lid down so she could sit while he backed up against the far wall, which wasn't far at all.

"Oh shit." Chris moaned as Susan dropped his jeans and reached inside his briefs, snagging his semi-flaccid cock and pulling out into the open.

"It's magnificent like this, too," she said reverently, gently pulling her hand up towards its thickening head and feeling him swell under her touch. It only took a few soft strokes to have him rock hard, pointing up at her face, twitching with anticipation. "Just tell me when you're going to come."

Susan leaned forward and placed her full, soft lips against the side of its head, licking firmly right across his sensitive ridge.

"Ahh..hholy shit," Chris hissed, trying to stay quiet as Susan looked up at him and moved to wrap her lips around his spongy head. He grunted as warmth surrounded him and she sucked slightly. "You have no idea how good that feels, Mom."

However, she didn't continue like this, rather moving back to kiss and lick down his length, even holding it above her and gently pulling each of his soft testicles into her mouth. She started to jerk back and forth on his wet shaft with one hand, stimulating down near his thick root while she nuzzled his balls. She cradled each in turn between her lips, sucking gently.

Susan found herself getting very turned on. He looked down at her with such adoration and his scent was especially thick all over his crotch, making him delightfully satisfying to taste. His flavor of salty wood smoke and sweet, hot, spices burst in her mouth when she coaxed a little dribble of pre-cum out of his thick cockhead. She knew she wasn't going to deep throat him, didn't have the desire or experience to do so, but she was going to enjoy getting him off with her hands and mouth.

She'd had to stretch her lips wide around his girth to roll her tongue around his susceptible glans, making him jump and groan. He'd thoughtfully reached to hold her long, black hair out of her face and now his hands gently held her head but didn't guide her. Looking up, she watched as pleasured grimaces, astonishment, and pure lust played across his handsome face as he panted.

Susan took a bit more of him into her mouth, the head and more, little by little, until she couldn't proceed without risking gagging. Chris groaned deeply as she sucked firmly, wrapping her lips tight and pulling back up his turgid dick, coming free with a lewd pop. She just grinned hungrily and took him back inside her hot mouth, establishing a good pace while her hand continued to jack his lower half, twisting a little in her strokes.

Chris knew he was going to come soon. It was probably a good thing given their situation, the very situation which had him so wound up and excited. He was in a cramped airliner bathroom getting a wickedly hot blowjob from his own beautiful surrogate mother, the results of which would be used to stop various women on the plane from fucking him senseless against his will.

How the fuck did it come to this?he asked himself as his dick twitched, preparing to shoot his load as Susan locked her lips behind his crown and sucked furiously.

She was so silky and good sucking on his cock, jacking off the lower part and fondling his balls while her mouth wreaked havoc up around his helmet with her wicked tongue. Her mouth was ravenous, giving him so much pleasure he had to shut his eyes and arch back against the sliding door.

"Fuck, Mom, I'm gonna come any second," Chris warned, teetering on the edge as her tongue played across the underside of his shaft.

She barely managed to pull back in time, slipping her little glass vial flush against his hole as his unstoppable orgasm hit him in waves of bliss, rolling up and down his body as he shot off into the vial. He groaned as the pleasure renewed with each spurt, each violent clench of his muscles, felt all the way in his draining testicles. She was milking him like a prize stallion.

He opened his eyes in shock as the warm heat of her mouth returned, holding him captive as he finished, apparently having enough in her little vial. She sucked a little and Chris moaned again, so sensitive in the midst of his orgasm.

Susan felt a little bomb go off inside her as his last weak bursts splashed across her tongue, gumming up her mouth a little. The magic in his semen triggered a tiny orgasm down in her belly. She hummed happily around his cock as her blissful pussy fluttered lightly in approval.

He was thick and sticky on her tongue, again tasting exactly like he smelt but also salty and a little hot, like chilli and sweet cinnamon. It made her mouth warm and tingly as the magic was absorbed into her body. She released him with a final suck, swallowing down what little she'd gotten.

"That's a weird experience right there," she said happily, "you taste as delicious as you smell but it's sweet and tingles in my mouth, kind of like pop candy."

"Thanks?" Chris panted, regaining his composure and stuffing his wilting cock back in his underwear. "That is weird, though, I wonder what a female dragon is like. Did you like it?"

"Of course, what's not to like? You taste great, make me come a little, and charge me with more magic than I know what to do with. Don't ever hesitate to ask for a blowjob, honey."

She tittered, still a little high on the small burst of magic she'd received.

"Well, I'll admit I never imagined those words ever passing your lips, or something else for that matter." Chris chuckled, pulling her up off the toilet seat and into his arms.

He leaned down to kiss her, uncaring if he tasted himself, apparently it was pretty good anyway. Susan kissed back hungrily, letting her tongue meet his between their lips and reaching up to play her hands through his hair as he cupped her face.

"Okay, don't we have a potion to make?" Chris breathed as he they finally broke away from each other, pulling his jeans back up.

Susan got the rest of the ingredients out of her little kit.

"What a waste," she murmured, holding up the vial of his thick, white come before adding a few drops of detergent, some powdered rosemary, a little water, and a few flecks of silver. She stoppered the vile before shaking it vigorously, infusing her will into the solution using the very energy he'd just given her.

A lot of their magic was simple, like this, ingredients were symbolic with the real magic coming from the well formed intensions and energy of the Being. For example, detergent and water were symbolic of cleaning and washing away while rosemary would give a strong scent to replace his pheromones lodged in someone's nose. Silver, like other precious metals or stones was a conduit for her magical energy, allowing her intentions to slip into the vial and do their work.

"Done," she announced, holding up the light purple coloured liquid. "Anyone who gets a drop on their skin should be immune to your charms for about a day."

"I guess we'll let Lillian do the honours on the crew then. Am I decent?" Chris asked, checking down his front for any evidence of their bathroom misadventure.

"Barely," she teased. "You're criminally handsome and you sap a woman's will to resist with powerful pheromones and insane, magical orgasms. You should really be locked away."

"Pftt," Chris exhaled. "It's way more trouble than it's worth. Let's get out of here before we get banned from flying with Star Alliance."

Susan giggled as they returned to their seats. She couldn't help it, she was too excited and now relieved that they were in the clear, that she hadn't gotten caught sucking her son's cock in an airplane bathroom. That might have been hard to explain. "Okay Lillian, just use this eyedropper to put a drop on the flight attendant's skin, and anyone else who gets frisky. Just be careful, it's got some silver in it."

Lillian was waiting for them, invisible and using her power to float at the top of the isle. She took the vial out of Susan's hand, sniffing it delicately, detecting the silver and feeling that little urge to sneeze as a result. Silver wouldn't kill a vampire unless it was a stake, but it would give her a burning rash if she touched it for too long, make her sick if she ingested it.

Well, shit, there goes that plan,she thought grumpily. She floated off to dose the heartbroken flight attendant as Chris and Susan settled back into their seats.

***

"Just wait a second, I really need to pee," Susan said hurriedly, walking briskly towards the toilets. They were just past passport control at JFK in New York, but something didn't feel right to Chris. There was a tingling at the back of his neck which set him on edge.

"Do you feel that?" Chris asked Lillian, invisible beside him. They were in a broad hallway leading to baggage claim. The plan was to check through to Denver on the next available flight.

"I feel something, perhaps the humans have found one of their terrorists."

"Dude, don't even say the T-word here."

Chris chuckled nervously, then, everything seemed to go into slow motion as the peaceful environment was ruined with shouts and violence. A security door up ahead burst open and five men in black tactical gear and body armour rushed out, weapons drawn. They fanned out as someone screamed; people were getting down on the floor with their hands above their heads. A door down the hall behind him banged open as well and another set of men wielding assault rifles advanced in his direction, followed by a man and woman in dark clothing touting pistols.

They were all human.

As they converged, it suddenly registered with him that they were shouting for him to get down on his knees. They were after him.

But why? He hadn't done anything to set the cops after him. Still, some of his ingrained human terror at being confronted by police with automatic weapons came to the fore and for a few seconds he forgot he was a dragon entirely.

He sensed Lillian about to leap into action, probably to kill them all before they knew their teammates were dying. That wouldn't help though, he'd be the most wanted man in the States. This had to be resolved without revealing the Secret.

"Lillian, take Susan and get back to Denver," he said softly with a calmness he didn't feel inside. "Figure out what's going on and get Reyla to track me down." His dragon wanted to fight but Chris maintained in control. He couldn't just attack all these people in broad daylight at a busy airport.