Endangered Ch. 07

"The flattery seems a bit over the top, but I guess that's part of your plan, isn't it?" It was a new side he was seeing of Annabel, still he was beginning to switch on to her teasing. The key was to just go with it.

"Not as over the top as this cock of yours, you cum like a stallion, Chris. Jesus, if you ever get bored with magic your backup plan could be to move to L.A. and take the porn industry by storm!" Annabel chuckled, running her hands down his powerful legs as she finally sat up. She was satisfied that she'd collected what she could of his seed.

"Hah! If I did, I'd drag you along with me," Chris teased back. "I don't know what's gotten into you that you're suddenly such a confident little minx but I can definitely imagine you in front of a camera."

His eyes devoured her porcelain, almost coltish body. He loved those little tits of hers and the way her waist flared into that superb ass, there was nothing coltish about that ass. His cock twitched, eager once again at the sight of her. He couldn't see her snatch and he was dying to find out what exactly his magic had accomplished. All she'd done so far was hint.

"I'm only like this for you, Chris," Her eyes were serious for a moment before she cocked her head mockingly. "I'm not sure what's gotten into me but I can tell you what hasn't!"

She reached out to stroke a single finger all the way from his root to his tip, making his entire body shudder.

In a great surge he leaned up off the bed, abruptly bringing them face to face. She squeaked as one of his hands hand fell harshly on her ass, the slap of flesh resounding around the bedroom. She froze as his other hand encircled her and began working soothingly up either side of her spine, all the way to the base of her neck. His nose nudged against her ear and into her hair. She relaxed, teasing accomplished, the dragon had awoken.

Feeling her posture soften, Chris pulled away to consider the beautiful depths of her mischievous doe-like eyes. Muscles surged with power as his mind opened fully to the dragon's instinctual thoughts. For a moment, his body quivered with the desire to change form but such feelings were becoming easier to control now.

He leaned forward, kissing her gently to begin with, trying to convey his thanks and love for her. He could taste himself in her mouth as she enthusiastically returned his kiss, her nimble tongue darting out to tease his own. Their passion rose higher and the exchange became anything but gentle. She made the cutest little murmuring noises into his mouth as he kneaded her smarting rump, easing the sting and the big red handprint he'd left her for her teasing.

His sensitive nose finally began awakening to her pungent arousal, forcing him to end the kiss out of eagerness to move his mouth downwards to the source that tantalising scent. God, he loved this woman.

He growled into her pursed lips before flipping them back onto the sheets, coming to rest directly on top of her.

Annabel giggled happily as his large body overshadowed her. She wasn't a short girl at 5'8'' but his massive bulk dwarfed her completely, his broad chest hovering carefully above her, powerful thighs spreading her own legs open as he settled onto her. Their skin touched, sending a shiver of excitement across her high-strung body. Her stiff little teats brushed his chest, sensitive. Finally, his cock settled on her tummy, hot and heavy while his virile testicles flopped against the lush flesh of her swollen little cunny.

She sighed contentedly at the whole-body contact, looking up again into those in intense blue eyes. Then he was kissing her again.

Annabel couldn't help squirming, seeking friction and sensation against him in any form. She could feel the intoxicating effect of his pheromones working her lust higher with every second he wasn't inside of her. She wanted more, to be absolutely consumed with lust, to feel his fangs sink into her. It was delicious yet unbearable, causing her to finally push against his heavy weight and break their kiss, panting.

No words needed to be spoken as her fingernails raked gently across his skin, her soft eyes pleading. He knew exactly what for. But before he moved down her body, he gently wormed a hand underneath her shoulder, lifting her. She gave him an inquisitive look as he collected pillows with his other hand from around the dishevelled bed, propping them behind her in a big pile, protecting her from the headboard.

He cupped her delicate jaw one last time as he began smooching his way from behind her ear. Down he trailed torturously, tasting the soft, sensitive skin of her neck, her small but oh-so-well-formed breasts.

Chris couldn't help but linger for a few moments, lavishing those little tits of hers with all the attention such cute assets deserved. Each breast could almost be inhaled entirely, bathing the pale skin with warm saliva and lashing the tiny sensitive peaks until Annabel was forced to grip his short blond hair and push him down where he was really needed.

She couldn't help snickering at the almost reproachful look he shot up at her, like she'd just thrown his favourite toy in the garbage or something. His honest appreciation of her breasts would ever endear him to her.

Her hand didn't let up with its downwards pressure, forcing him to shuffle backwards on the bed. He felt the wispy tickle of her pubic hair on his chin as her scent grew overpowering. Still, he didn't break eye contact until she finally released her authoritative grip, moving instead to stroke across his scalp encouragingly.

There was an anxious look on her face. He moved his hands to gently stroke the outside of her wide-spread thighs encouragingly before finally glancing down at his prize.

Ripe. She was obviously ready for him, glistening in the soft light. Chris could finally see what she'd been teasing, what his spell had done to her most intimate area. Any guilt or apprehension he'd been holding evaporated, his dragon spreading an excited sense of vindication inside him as he stared.

"Chris?" Annabel asked.

He looked up, seeing the look of impatience on her face. He smiled wolfishly, kissing her inner thigh.

"Beautiful as always," He replied.

"Well don't just stare at it. Get to work!" She huffed, her fingers once again flexing dangerously in his hair.

"As you wish," he smiled roguishly.

He wasted no time, placing his tongue flat across as much of her swollen pussy as it would cover, holding it still momentarily, collecting her familiar taste before flicking quickly up across her engorged clit.

"Fuck!" Annabel groaned in response, her hips bucking upwards, seeking more stimulation.

He skilfully avoided her little nubbin for the next few minutes, exploring her labia with a languid enthusiasm that drove her absolutely crazy. Chris couldn't get enough of her natural taste and scent, mixed with the perfume of whatever vanilla based product she favoured for hygiene.

There were certainly plenty of her juices to lap up. As he kissed, licked, and even gently gummed her plush labia, it oozed copiously from her slit. As her cries of pleasure mounted, he finally noticed the subtle change of the consistency her lubrication. It seemed thicker and stickier, like he associated with Susan. Interesting that his enchantment had changed her so.

His tongue had instantly fallen in love with her enlarged inner lips, playing the soft, frilly tissue as his hands slid up to grip her behind the knees, spreading her wider. He moved back for a moment to look at her laid open, the deep pink, glistening tissues of her vagina just visible between the wet slit of her cunt. Damn she was swollen. She must be really worked up.

He lunged back in, determined to bring her relief but not before a little healthy teasing. His tongue quickly bulled its way into her tight opening, sinking deep into her hot channel, his nose grinding into her clitoris.

Annabel screamed, her body shuddering as he finally gave her some heavy stimulation, using his dexterous tongue to bathe her sensitive inner tissues while his nose mashed her happy little clit from side to side like some ungodly bulldozer. Her thighs tried to close automatically against the intensity of her rising climax. He held firm under her knees, pushing her legs even wider in punishment for her squirming.

He didn't let up as her breath left her throat in a tortured moan, abdomen tensing, her legs kicking ineffectively against his inhuman strength. As if to drive home his control of her, he held her there, right on the brink, backing off so she couldn't quite crest that beautiful wave.

"Chris! Ahhhh... F...Fuck you! Make me cum you bastard!" Annabel shrieked, opening her eyes to glare down at him and taking a savage grip of his hair, shoving him back down into her bucking hips.

He chuckled into her slick pussy, abandoning her gushing opening and latching onto her hypersensitive clit for the death blow. He trapped the firm little bean between his tongue and upper lip, sucking gently and running his tongue rapidly back and forth. It never failed and her body soon bucked uncontrollably, sweet profanities gushing from her mouth as her fluids began escaping her quivering pussy en-masse.

He abandoned her throbbing clitoris to savour her essence, the slight saltiness, a tangy sweetness, his dragon couldn't get enough of their mate's pleasure.

Eventually Annabel relaxed, lazily wiping away the little beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She didn't know why she was sweating, he had done all the work. Her body hummed contentedly as he lapped away at her enflamed petals, collecting whatever nectar he could like some hungry bumblebee. Her entire nethers throbbed, hot, swollen, and pink-red with the extra blood flow. She felt heavy, satisfied but by no means sated.

She looked down to find him watching her salaciously from between the v of her spread legs, noticing for the first time that he had her stretched open so far that her knees almost touched her shoulders.

"Come up here, babe," she whispered, hesitant to stop his tender ministrations down below.

His entire lower face was shiny with her fluid, little milky flecks clinging to his chin but she kissed him wholeheartedly. He shuffled above her and settled his weight down once again, his cock butting against her thigh.

"That was fucking awesome, thank you," Annabel murmured, her breath still heaving her chest a little.

"So, does this mean I'm getting an official pardon for my magical tampering?" he chuckled.

"I'll consider it," She said with mock haughtiness.

"Perhaps you need some more convincing," he smiled, giving her lips a parting peck before sitting back on his haunches, looking down between them.

Annabel followed his gaze as he moved away, taking in a deep, calming breath as she saw the fearsome monster laid out on her tummy. It was hot, pulsing angrily against her skin, veins latticing below its surface, supplying blood to keep it inflated. The massive flared head was exposed from his foreskin, reaching up above her belly button in a staggering reality check. A little puddle of shiny fluid already leaked onto her from the tip. She couldn't deny it was beautiful though, and reached down to run a finger up the steel-hard length. She needed it, she had to. This was her mate, her love.

"We'll go slow," Chris watched her trace her finger up across the ridge of his cockhead. "If it hurts just say so and we'll..."

"Chris," She smiled up at him, moving to slide both hands up her thighs, gripping behind her knees and holding herself open in obvious invitation. "Shut up and fuck me."

He gave her a nervous smile, shuffling back on the bed to align himself. One hand took up position on her waist, stroking his thumb across her tummy reassuringly while the other took a grip just below his mushroom head, angling it downwards to her leaking petals.

Annabel hissed as he finally made contact, spreading her labia with small, hot nudges. She watched their juices mix. He became firmer, pushing her swollen lips this way and that, striking her clit and making her hips hunch against him in response. His head was so fat though. From her view down across her body, it looked wider than her entire mound.

Chris groaned, her heat on his tip was so good, yet such an incomplete sensation. He wanted to be buried as deep insider her as possible. Finally, he allowed himself to slot in low against her labia, forcing them to spread. He pushed in, never taking his eyes away from their joining. He had to push a little harder. It felt like her wide-spread lips were nipping at him in protest as he tested their elasticity close to the limit. He watched in astonishment as her womanhood rose to the challenge, wrapping around his thick member, strained obviously but by no means incapable of the task.

Her warmth welcomed him home, wetting him, squeezing him, melting onto him. He was inside her again.

"Fuck, Annabel, is that okay? It's so snug," He looked up, abandoning the grip on his cock to lean down and kiss her again, full of heady emotion. This woman just kept rolling with everything his screwed-up life threw at her, she was unstoppable.

Annabel cooed back into his lips, letting her thighs wrap around his waist in wordless response. Her arms snaked up his back, one into his hair and the other to grip his large bicep as he settled in on top of her. He felt fucking huge inside of her but there was no pain after that initial stretch, just a very satisfying sensation of fullness, heat, and friction against her sensitive tissues.

He was probably letting her get used to his size but she wanted more, letting him know with an impatient buck of her hips. The resulting few inches of thick dragon cock she claimed had a profoundly unexpected effect, overwhelming her with almost hypersensitive pleasure.

"Ggghhhaa..." she wailed as her muscles clamped down on the invader, her body shuddering and breath evacuating her lugs, leaving her panting.

Chris let out an animalist groan of his own as her tight pussy tried to strangle him. She'd never gripped him with such strength before. It was exquisite. His cock throbbed inside her silken depths, spewing out little streamers of pre-come in response.

"Dee, what's wrong?" He breathed as he saw her creased brow and concentrating face. He could barely resist the basic urge to force himself deeper.

She gripped his bicep fiercely and opened her eyes.

"You! You're fucking hitting my G and bumping my clit at the same time. You're so god-damn big, Chris, this is insane!"

He laughed.

"So, what would happen if I did this?" he asked, pulling back until he felt his ridge barely struggle free of her clutching grip. Without pause he jabbed forward forwards, a shallow, powerful thrust back inside her.

He began a rapid rhythm, his shaft pushing against her clitoris by virtue of how wide she was spread to accommodate him. Meanwhile the top of his buried cockhead ran repeatedly across that highly sensitive section at the roof of her little box, not far inside. Their joined sex began a lewd, moist squelching as Annabel floodgates opened to the pleasure and doused the monstrous intruder with melted love-butter.

"Fuck! Fuck.... Fuck fuck fuck ffffuuuugggaa!" Annabel screamed at him, beating her protest against his impervious backside with her heels. This was way too much stimulation, it was too intense. She tried to fight it but the added tension in her body somehow made it worse! The climax was upon her in seconds, ripping up her nerves like lightning as both her most sensitive zones were overstimulated by his plundering cock. Her body seized, insides trying to milk him. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. It consumed her, dragged her under like a savage wave and rolled her flailing body around on the seafloor. If ever an orgasm was torture, this was it.

"Holy shit," Chris murmured, watching his handiwork play out on her shuddering, quailing body.

He had to stop, her entire body flexed. Her back arched, then her hips bucked upwards, forcing him involuntarily deeper. Her vagina once again gripped him fiercely, joining forces with her arms and legs as they struggled to hold him still. Oily juices flooded her depths, leaking out around him to dribble down her butt and onto the sheets. It wasn't her usual, smiling orgasmic mask he saw as her head shook back and forth across the pillows but a somehow pained look. Her hair was in absolute disarray as he held still and watched the climax ravage her body. Through all this, she still looked undeniably gorgeous squirming helplessly on the tip of his cock.

"Are you trying to fucking kill me?!" Annabel complained. Finally, she opened her reproachful eyes, the last shudders of pleasure still sparking through her slim body. Muscles on the verge of cramp relaxed after too long, blessed oxygen was once again circulating in her blood as her breathing restarted.

"Sorry, Dee, I thought it would be good," Chris was genuinely apologetic, a bit shocked, definitely smug.

"Too much," she groaned, her eyelids drooping again. "Overstimulated."

"We'll stop," Chris began withdrawing gently from her tender, leaking pussy.

"Don't you fucking dare!" She mumbled. "Just no more bunny-fucking."

"Bunny-fucking?" he couldn't help chuckle, kissing her sweat-beaded brow.

"Yeah, whatever you did to me. No more, I'm throbbing."

"Okay, Babe." He relented. "You did look adorable though."

"You're too big to go fast like that Chris, at least to begin with. How much do you have in me?" She asked, looking up into his azure eyes before trying to look down between their bodies.

He pushed himself up a little and they both looked down at their coupling. Unfortunately, the better part of his absurd length remained outside her. He pulled back until the ridge of his cockhead popped free, his shaft glistening with her cream, an easily visible ring of viscous white lubricant marked how far he'd penetrated. It wasn't even half way.

"Jesus," Annabel let her head flop back onto the pillows in despair. "Just put it all the way in, Chris, I need to get used to it."

"Are you sure?" he asked doubtfully.

"No, but do it anyway. Slow," She looked at him meaningfully.

He lowered himself back onto her. One elbow supported his weight while the other hooked under her thigh to angle her hips just right. He sank down with agonising restraint, using tiny thrusts. Forward and back, forward and back, it was surprisingly easy going. Perhaps easy wasn't the right word. He had to apply pressure and Annabel squirmed all the way at the sensation of such a large intruder forcing her tight quim open but there was little discomfort.

It had everything to do with how wet she was. Chris couldn't believe it, it was like her snatch was experiencing a volcanic eruption. Hot girl cum bubbled up to soak him, easing his passage ever deeper. It was incredible to feel her pulse and ripple around him, she'd developed a tantalising rhythm to her milking. Whatever his magic had done to allow her to accommodate him so well, he offered thanks into the Ether that it had worked.

Annabel huffed and puffed as he sank ever deeper. It was starting to feel really good again as the hypersensitivity of her orgasm settled down. He was fucking huge inside of her but there wasn't any real pain. She only felt soft pleasure and an addictive fullness that made her wriggle involuntarily. It was delicious; this sensation of having the dragon inside her, knowing that she could handle his size okay and provide him relief in return. Soon he would be planting his scalding seed deep in her belly again, right where it belonged. The thought made her shiver in anticipation, she'd missed that this last week.

They were both jolted from their reverie as a soft bump reverberated deep inside her, his bullish cockhead introducing itself to her cervix.