Endangered Ch. 07

She kept up her gentle ministrations, running her hands around it as the warm water caressed it on all sides. Soon enough it rose under its own steam and she followed it up to about forty-five degrees from his body where it bobbed proudly.

Her body couldn't help but react to the beautiful if terrifying specimen of masculinity. Perhaps it was his magic acting on her again but her greedy snatch began the incessant moistening she'd grown to love. She almost felt like scolding herself but what was the point? This was just the same as what they usually did in the shower, only now he was inhumanly large.

Chris watched in disbelief as his penis, which he'd grown to enjoy just fine thank you very much, transformed into a veritable weapon. Annabel's hands looked absolutely tiny stroking it and wherever she gripped, she didn't come close to encircling its girth. The thing looked brutal, and the cockhead perched at the end of the thick shaft was positively obscene. His foreskin rested snugly behind an exaggerated, dark pink ridge. It was sensitive as all hell too, the exposed, throbbing tissue tingling maddeningly as warm heavy droplets fell on it from above.

His recent union with his dragon was now affecting his human body, drastically. That much was clear.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?" Chris asked incredulously.

"Well, there are going to be some challenges," Annabel began using both hands more forcefully now that he was completely hard, jacking up and down both sides of his cock.

Chris sighed, what she was doing felt really good but he was more worried that this change would prevent them from having sex.

"Look how long it is, Annabel, you're not going to... Fuck, even Petra and Claire are going to struggle," he complained even as she jerked him harder.

"I'm afraid the length is the least of our concerns Chris. It's way thicker than it used to be. Maybe if we get some proper lube we could try but even then, I'm not sure. You could easily tear me if we weren't careful. One thing's for sure though, I'm glad you weren't like this our first time, I'd have had no chance whatsoever."

"What are we going to do, Dee? I can't believe my change would actually stop me from making love to you. It's not right."

"Me either, Chris," Annabel assured him. "Maybe I can still suck it?"

Before he could object, she quickly dropped to her knees in the large stall, closing her eyes against the droplets pelting her from above. Chris reached up and adjusted the showerhead, directing the flow away from her face.

She felt her way into place, soft lips colliding with his shaft just below the head. She kissed him there, puckering her mouth and flicking her tongue out across the edge of his sensitive ridge. He hissed appreciatively and ran a large hand into her clinging brown tresses. The monster twitched its approval too.

He still felt just as she remembered, steel wrapped in satin. Still tasted and smelt just as intoxicating. His pheromones were thick around his equipment and Annabel was getting a heady dose in the warm, enclosed shower.

She kissed down one side of the fearsome erection, crossing underneath and getting her first glimpse of the fat tube running up the length, it looked so wide and rigid. He groaned again as she kissed her way back up the other side, coming to a halt and looking up wickedly at him as she reached the engorged crown.

"Now comes the real test," She purred, unable and unwilling to fight her arousal. She could feel herself flutter inside at the prospect of tackling this monster, her body preparing the copious lubrication it knew it was about to need.

"Fuuckk! Dee, that feels amazing," Chris watched as she slowly placed a soft, warm kiss against his very tip. Wrapping her sweet lips up and down several times, she began drawing him in her hot embrace.

Annabel was just getting warmed up and soon she was being bolder, trying to get more and more of the fearsome knob into her mouth, sucking, spitting, and eventually licking her way further down onto him.

He thought she might tease him forever but eventually Annabel buckled down to the task at hand and he watched her lips thin, expanding around the thickest part before sealing behind his ridge. She'd actually taken him inside, more than he'd hoped for.

Now the challenge was to provide pleasure, which was proving problematic given how little room there was to spare for movement. She pushed downwards but instantly felt him butt up against the back of her mouth, triggering her gag reflex and forcing her to back off respectfully. Her eyes scrunched in concentration as she got a hold of herself, extra thick saliva was being secreted in response which she used to bathe the angry beast in consolation. She let it slip the seal of her lips and run down to slicken her hands as they struggled with their own challenge.

His bulbous knob was much thicker than she was used to. Before all this, she'd been making progress on getting him down her throat because she knew he loved it. To be honest, she also loved that look on his face when she was swallowing him down. She was going to have to start all over again with this larger version. This time, her work was really cut out for her.

Resigned to only service his crown for the time being, she explored the possibilities. Her tongue could flick around his sensitive underside well enough and his groans left no doubt he appreciated her attention. She sucked hard, caving in her cheeks and teasing her straining lips back and forth on his sensitive ridge.

"Shit, that's good!" He rewarded her with a cry of pleasure and a runny spurt of tasty precum across her tongue. His essence was deliciously spicy and stimulating, setting her body tingling and her insides a quiver. She couldn't help but grin lewdly around him as he continued to dribble his excitement in response to her tender ministrations.

Unfortunately, she couldn't continue forever. It was like the dynamic in her mouth had changed entirely. No longer was her tongue the dominant player in their blowjob, that role belonged to the mammoth dragon-enhanced cock she yearned to please. Her tongue was being overwhelmed and her jaw was becoming sore. It was a constant struggle to keep her teeth out of the way and it became clear that fellating him for any length of time wasn't going to happen without practice.

She reluctantly pulled back, taking deep breaths through her nose and teasing him with tender parting licks. At least she knew it was possible.

"I can't keep that up very long, sorry," She admitted. "But I have another idea."

"Don't apologise, that was awesome. Do whatever you want, Dee, just don't hurt yourself," Chris panted, a shiver of pleasure running up his spine as she continued to jerk his shaft.

Annabel rose slowly, turned, and presented her spectacular rear end. She placed her feet close together, arching her back. Her shoulders, chest, and face pressed up against the cool wall.

Chris marvelled. Water droplets glistened in the light, trickling down her soft skin, marred only by those tattoo digits along her left shoulder blade. The dewdrops rolled beautifully to her slender waist and flared hip before running off down her toned legs. She flicked her wet, dark mane over her opposite shoulder and looked back at him provocatively.

"Come on, Babe, slide it up against my pussy."

Chris looked down as a hand emerged between her legs to guide him, he pushed the truncheon-like erection down into her tender grasp and it was quickly drawn up against her weeping little slit.

She held it there, savouring the heat given off by the massive head, running her puffy vulva back and forth across it a couple times to tease him. It felt like the head was thicker than her entire mound but it was wonderful to slide her sensitive lips across the top, splitting them apart and squishing down onto him.

Chris groaned at the sensation, jettisoning more slippery precum against her tender opening, wanting nothing more than to push forcefully inside his broodmate. He kept his cool, enjoying the stimulation as much as possible but letting her control everything.

Annabel adjusted her stance a little, one hand gripping the underside of his head, the other cradling the shaft just below. Her smooth thighs and springy ass cheeks completed the sensation. As she bucked backwards, sliding him against her smooth, warm, flesh, he finally understood what she was going for.

"You always said you liked that gap between my legs, now you're actually going to fuck it," Annabel gasped.

He took up the gauntlet and began flexing his cock back and forth.

She was getting quite a lot of stimulation herself as it rubbed against her juicy sex. Her clit especially was getting even more attention than it was used to, the huge penis rubbing directly against it again and again.

"It feels great, Dee," he groaned back, flexing forwards a little harder to see how she responded. Soon enough he took up a steady, measured rhythm, fucking in and out of the warm little pocket she engineered just for him. He had to love her even more for trying.

"Don't worry Chris...mmmmhhnn... we'll get there. Trust me!"

Chris looked down across her superb rump. It jiggled enticingly with the motion of their bodies. Below, the length of the turgid shaft was left mostly unattended but from this angle it did almost look like he was fucking her.

Despite how nice this felt, he had to admit that it paled in comparison to the sight and feeling of her pussy spread tightly around him, welcoming him into its warm embrace and pulling him deep inside.

What had him so worked up was her. She astounded him again, embracing every problem he brought to their relationship. He loved her so, rocking her wet body against him and making little noises like this was the best thing ever with each of her eager, small hip-bucks.

"I'm struggling here, Dee," he warned, his thoughts and the sensations at his tip proving to be more than adequate to bring him off in his aroused state.

"Good," she encouraged over her shoulder. "When you go, I want you to... Fuck! I want you to push it up against my hole, okay? Unngghh! I want you to squirt it up inside me!"

"Fuck, that's hot Annabel! You're gonna make me cum," He moaned, her nasty words exciting him beyond belief. His already dangerously large cock was hardening and expanding. They both knew exactly what that meant.

Sensation raced down his shaft and into his nervous system, the pleasure of hot friction against her smooth, wet flesh. He could feel his testicles tensing, churning, as a massive orgasm reared up in his abdomen.

"That's it," Annabel cooed as she pushed her hips back, her hands massaging his organ while her vagina soaked him in hot, slippery fluids from above. She could feel his own fluid leaking from his tip too. "You still get to shoot all of that massive load in this little pussy even if you can't put it in there yet."

"Nnnghaa! Fuck!" Chris cried with his eyes squeezed shut, finally feeling the first pulse of climax race up his shaft. He pulled his head back slightly and with the help of her dexterous hands, slipped the tip up against her weeping slit. The crown parted her gooey petals, nuzzling into her juicy heat. It felt incredible as the first massive jet of his viscous semen spat violently from his tip, directly into her pink, dripping, furrow.

Just as she knew it would, Annabel's orgasm caught up with her instantly with that first shot of virile dragon-spunk. A wide grin passed her lips as her entire body tensed in anticipation. Whatever magic she was gripped by tore through her body, pleasure spread across her frame and blossomed deep in her core as the massive cock coughed up more semen.

"Gods, Chris! You're not even fucking me!" she screamed as she came undone, more and more thick cream being pumped into her welcoming vagina.

Chris couldn't help but push enthusiastically at her stretched entrance, trying to worm the massive head just a little further inside her tender folds.

Annabel surprised them both when she began pushing back too, forcing her pleasure wracked quim to stretch obscenely around the spurting weapon.

"She's trying, Chris, my little pussy is trying her best for you!" Annabel wailed, a mix of pleasure and pain addling her mind. Her hands still gripped his shaft, firmly aligning their mismatched sexes.

Just as it began to feel decidedly unbearable, a final buck of her hips forced his enormous crown passed her opening. It shouldn't have worked but they were just so slick with their combined fluids that he popped inside.

"Jesus! Annabel!" Chris grabbed her hip firmly to stop her movement. His spongy knob felt incredible, crushed just inside her little love box and still firing away to his heart's content. He didn't know if he'd ever cum this much before as it began to run out of space inside her quivering channel, squelching back out her entrance and onto the tiled floor below.

"It's so god-damn much! I can feel it," Annabel moaned, experiencing his hot, magic-rich spunk fill her beyond capacity. It was wonderful, forcing her orgasm into a slow, gentle boil. It was rolling over her in blissful waves, her whole body shaking and twitching in magic induced ecstasy.

However, she couldn't ignore the head of the massive shaft wedged inside her, pushing her to the absolute limit. It was going to take some serious work before she could fuck him properly again, too.

"Are you okay?" Chris panted heavily as his cock finally gave up the last of its load, dribbling into her drenched hands and washing down the drain in great gelatinous globs, so wasteful of the magic it contained.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she looked back over her shoulder with an obvious flush across her pale skin. She was out of breath too. "Just hold still for a little bit, it hurts but it's definitely in there. We are going to have to take it slow but this is a good sign."

"You're fucking crazy," Chris looked down at her, he could see the rest of his long, fat shaft emerging from between her supple butt cheeks and couldn't help but question her optimism.

It was almost torturous being inside her as his sensitive, post-orgasmic glans was being fiercely squeezed by her flooded entrance. It would tense down on him weakly every now and then, squeezing him as echoes of her orgasm bounced back and forth with her. That she came at all he would be ever grateful for.

Annabel held still and tentatively felt between her legs at their joining, almost wishing she had her phone so she could assess the situation down there properly with a picture. It was a slippery mess, their fluids coated everything and made a matt of her finely trimmed pubes. As it was, her labia and the entrance of her vagina felt like they were being split apart. Thankfully it wasn't as bad as in the beginning. Maybe all that cum of his was making her relax. Perhaps it was blind hope, but she thought it didn't feel impossible now that she'd straddled the biggest hurdle, so to speak.

With a sigh, she pulled up and off him. Gasping again as pain shot through her abused sex.

Chris moaned as well, feeling her slip off his end was almost a relief, but he knew he'd be wishing himself back inside her soon enough.

Annabel cupped her vulva gingerly as his thick, sperm laden semen began flowing back out of her reluctantly. She winced, there was definitely soreness as her body tried to readjust back to her natural shape.

"Whew," she said jokingly. "See? That wasn't so bad."

Chris just shook his head as they briefly cleaned themselves up. He'd seen the pained look on her face.

When they turned the shower off he guided her from the stall and out onto the fluffy white bathmat. It was obvious she'd gone too far. In the moment he was too distracted to stop her but now he felt wretched. It was clear he'd hurt her.

He dried her off gently with the plush hotel towels. Annabel complied contentedly, perfectly willing to submit to a post orgasm pampering and a little bit of manhandling.

Chris noticed she still cupped her sex, he thought it was probably a good thing. Maybe his cum would help sooth or even heal whatever pain she felt. He fervently wished it did.

He caught several reflections of his body in the partially fogged mirror and ignored them, unwilling to confront reality for the moment.

He led her back into their bedroom and they lay down together. The bed creaking, protesting under his increased weight as he spooned in behind. Holding her close, he sighed and took a deep breath.

"Don't even start, Chris. I did what I did because I wanted to and we're going to God-damn keep doing it until I tell you to stop. Okay?" Annabel pre-empted his hand-wringing.

Chris didn't answer. Sure, it was her choice but that didn't mean he was okay with hurting her for the sake of having sex.

"Okay?!" she raised her voice a little and looked up at him indignantly.

"Okay," he murmured. "Jees."

"Good," the young vixen settled back onto the pillow, grasping his great big hand and pulling it to rest on her tummy. "Now, it wasn't even that bad so quit beating yourself up. Besides, what's the point in living in a world full of magic if we can't come up with a solution for such a minor setback?"

"Minor?" he smirked, unable to help himself.

"Fuck off, Chris, or I'm going to have to assume you're enjoying this," she laughed at her poor choice of phrase. "Okay, let's grab a nap."

She settled down into the bed contentedly, enjoying the warmth and sensation of having so much of his tingling, warm spend inside her. He definitely hadn't cum that much previously, not in human form anyway. She spared a worried thought for Susan. From her illicit chats with the witch, Chris seemed to take pleasure in force-feeding her more magic than she could handle and it was a very intense experience. What would it be like for her now?

She could feel him scenting her hair behind her and let out a soft sigh, her eyelids feeling so heavy.

As she nodded away, tired after a night spent worrying about him, Chris considered what she'd said. What point indeed, was a penis so large it caused this much trouble.

He'd been blindsided by this latest change to his physique. Sure, when he'd first awoken back on the farm with Annabel, it had taken a while to adjust to his new stature and strength. No one had told him he'd turn into a fucking giant when he finally merged completely. In fact, his dragon was curious about the changes too, unusually stumped compared to the 'reason-for-everything attitude' he'd grown to expect.

Lillian's training was going to be vital for him to get used to this body and build new muscle memory. He resolved to throw himself into it wholeheartedly tomorrow.

Shit, he probably had to buy an entirely different set of clothes too.

He mused sleepily about who he could talk to about his new penis. Obviously Susan and his dragonesses would be supportive but he doubted they knew the sort of spell craft that might help. Come to think of it, he had no idea what sort of spell craft that might be. He relied entirely on his focused intentions, knew little to no real theory whatsoever.

Hold on a second, he thought. I should be able to fix this myself.

The tiredness fled his body as he started gathering energy hastily. He grasped roughly at the magic inside him but found that exertion of force was unnecessary. It came to him smoothly now, flowing from that trickling stream dwelling within him. Already it had started to refill his empty reserves, but he reached into the Ether to help expand the flow.

He quivered gently with coursing power as he began considering what he wanted. He wanted to change his human form back to the way it had been before. Especially, he wanted loving, fun, hassle-free sex with his partners.