Georgie and Her Dragon Page 4

  Which, coincidentally, were being duplicated by both Theo and Georgie.

  Of course, looking at the situation dispassionately - which Theo couldn’t, since it was his cock in dream-Georgie’s mouth - this phenomenon was understandable. Dragons didn’t get a hugely detailed sexual education for the simple reason that they didn’t get much sex, so Theo was operating on leftover human memories, amplified by images from the porn movie he’d watched through that window a while back.

  This became even clearer when Georgie slid her lips from his cock and gently licked her way down to his balls, running her tongue over them in gentle and loving caresses.

  Theo’s eyes crossed, his breath seized in his lungs and he waited for exquisite death - the natural result of such treatment on a simple male. Strangled noises gurgled around his tonsils, caused by the influx of arousal up his spinal cord. Even his hair was ready, standing up in hard little erections all over his head.

  How did people survive this? Theo let the question wander around his brain - or at least the one square millimeter that wasn’t focused on Georgie and her mouth.

  She swiped his balls once more with her tongue then slithered around, lifting herself onto her knees and trapping his cock between her breasts. Oh yeah, baby. This just got better and better and worse and worse and Theo knew he was gonna come real soon if she kept doing such magnificently erotic things to him.

  “Oh yeah, baby. Just like that.” He moaned and reached for her hair, unwittingly repeating the dialogue from the movie.

  “You like that, baby?” Georgie purred the words as she slid his cock between her breasts, squeezing him with hot slick globes of flesh and playing with her nipples at the same time.

  “Shit, yeah.” Well, that was all Theo. The actor had had something else to say - like “Fuck, yeah” - but Theo was improvising at this point, past awareness of what he actually said.

  Nothing mattered anymore except for Georgie and the way she loved his cock. Or the way she was not-loving-it-quite-so-enthusiastically. Theo glanced down. “Everything all right?”

  She snorted - producing a rather delightful sensation of having the tip of his cock briefly hit by the air from a blow-dryer set on high. “Oh sure. Here I am sucking you off and making you moan. So I gotta ask myself, what are you gonna do for me?”

  Limpid blue eyes stared at him as she let her tongue slide between her lips and just brush the tiny slit and the drop of pre-come he’d emitted.

  “Uhhh...” Theo struggled to find the speech-center of his brain. Since that organ resembled scrambled eggs at this particular point, he had to work rather hard at it. “Well, lemme see...”

  Images flashed across his mind, some being discarded completely (there were no chickens available), others dismissed as impractical (Theo had no idea where the nearest hot tub might be). But one scene appeared and hung around quite happily. Yeah, that would work.

  He reached down and gently drew Georgie up from his cock. There was a sizeable amount of regret along with that movement, but Theo was fundamentally a fair-minded sort of chap. Turnabout was - when it came to oral sex - fair play. He eased her onto the bed and followed her, making sure her lovely milky thighs were a good distance apart. He wasn’t about to miss a single millisecond of this delightful experience.

  And delightful it was, too.

  Even though Theo had only watched a couple doing this in the movie, the actual process - complete with sounds, tastes, fragrances and the moans of Georgie ringing in his ears - was a gazillion times better.

  Tentatively, he settled in between her legs and stared at the pink and swollen folds of pussy flesh that glittered at him from beneath a mound of soft golden hair. He reached forward and parted the damp curls, revealing all of her womanly secrets. Or so he liked to think.

  Of course, as a rule womanly secrets could refer to anything from the best way to make gingerbread to the ability to produce a child. However, at this point in time - when he was about a foot or so away from Georgie’s pussy - the expression womanly secrets seemed to be quite apt.

  Interestingly, Georgie’s body was producing a sweet liquid all by itself. Fascinated, Theo dipped a finger tentatively in the slick of honey-like juice that oozed over her skin and shone like diamonds where it beaded on her curly pussy hair. He licked at the droplet - then licked again. It was salty-sweet, fragrant, flowery and spicy - like the finest cookie he’d ever eaten blended with the world’s best chocolate ice cream. Or something. Theo had always been pretty awful when it came to identifying foods.

  This, however, this taste? He’d know it for the rest of his life as being the taste of the best cookie anywhere - Georgie.

  “Mmm.” Mouth watering, Theo dived in headfirst.

  “Ohgodohgodohgod...”

  A burbled litany of words that Theo took for approval greeted his actions and when he started licking around and devouring more of her juices from her pussy lips, she cried out with pleasure.

  “Fucking shit, Theo, yeah...more...God, eat me, baby.”

  Obediently, Theo ate. Using his tongue like a tiny hors d’oeuvres fork, he prodded and poked and explored, swiping long licks across anything he could find for a little variety in between his tickling flickers.

  Georgie’s thighs tightened around him like nutcrackers, firm muscles clamping down against his ears and pretty much muting the sounds from the rest of the universe. She held his head tightly, hands scrabbling in his hair as he continued his oral explorations.

  She nearly yanked out half his scalp when he found a tiny nubbin of flesh had appeared from beneath a soft hood. He licked it carefully, knowing it was that magical, mystical magnificent seat of all women’s pleasure - the clitoris.

  Now exactly how Theo knew this was something of a mystery. His dragon-self certainly wasn’t familiar with that portion of a woman’s body. And the erotic gymnastics he’d observed in the porn movie hadn’t even mentioned it. As a matter of fact, he was pretty sure that none of those actresses had a clitoris at all. Or if they had, they certainly hadn’t used it very much, since the object had seemed to be to make their male costars orgasm mightily while they themselves whimpered or squealed in pseudo-delight.

  But somehow Theo had tapped into a universal knowledge - a fact that was one of those underlying fundamentals on which life was based. Women like to have their clitoral area stimulated. Preferably with a male tongue, which is gentler than some other things that could possibly be utilized in a pinch.

  Following these precepts, Theo worked Georgie, judging from the tension in her body and the rapid breathing that she was either having a seizure or he was doing it right. He pulled away for a moment to catch his breath only to have her grasp his ears and yank his head right back where it had been.

  Okay, he was doing it right.

  Cleverly, he avoided the “elevator-button” technique (if she doesn’t come right away, keep pushing) and also managed to not fall into the “increased pressure results in increased pleasure” trap (ramping up the force won’t get you anything but a knee in the groin).

  With masterful skill, Theo ate out his Georgie, wondering if he’d remember any of these techniques when he woke up. Then he realized he wouldn’t get to use them anyway, being a dragon, so that was something he didn’t have to worry about.

  Leaving only one big worry - his cock.

  Harder than the castle walls by now, Theo was finding the taste of Georgie to be more of an aphrodisiac than dragon claws could ever have been. He was helpless to resist the call of his own body, so as he buried his face happily in Georgie’s pussy, he slipped a hand down between his own legs and began to stroke.

  It was a moment of exquisite bliss - a moment when the world was solely dependent upon Theo for satisfaction. Georgie trembled beneath his tongue and he trembled within his fist.

  He was Lord of the Universe, Master of the Galaxy - he was The Man.

  A last thrust of his tongue deep into Georgie’s body finally pushed her over the edge. She screamed,
a sound so sharp and excruciatingly loud that he winced, even with a mouthful of pussy.

  It came again, a screeching, viciously painful, fingernails-on-a-chalkboard, knife-on-a-plate sort of sound.

  And Theo woke up.

  He fried the two crows who were circling his head - and squawking - with one shot from his nostrils. Which was all very satisfying, but didn’t do a damn thing for the shudders of sexual arousal that racked Theo and rattled the turrets around his nest. He shivered and shook, still lost in that foggy in-between world.

  In between man and dragon.

  Had he been man, well - he could’ve taken care of matters quite easily. A quick couple of strokes and - wham-bang-whack-off-heaven. Or, if he’d been really lucky, a passing serving wench with a serious case of the hornies could have eased his predicament.

  But - sadly - Theo had to acknowledge the truth. And that truth was that he was a dragon with a serious erection. As such, he was stumped. He staggered out of his roost onto the battlements and surrendered to the pain, releasing his pouch and his crumpled cock with a hugely enormous sigh that threatened to topple some trees on a nearby hill.

  He knew his claws were too sharp for a nice quick jerk-off, which would have taken quite a weight off his mind. There had to be other masturbatory alternatives that didn’t involve genital self-mutilation and so he gazed frantically around for inspiration before the tears gathering in his eyes poured free and put out his dragon fire. That was a bitch to relight and something dragons tended to avoid at all costs.

  His tense gaze fell on the battlements. The crenellated battlements. “Crenellated” being the Latin word for “just about the right height and size for a massively horny dragon to use when caught short with no female within twenty miles”.

  He rammed his cock through the opening, sighing with pleasure as the smooth stone walls caressed his length. Or at least a couple of feet of it. It was, thankfully, enough. With thrusts powerful enough to shake the moat into ripples, Theo took his pleasure by himself, crashing his hips into the two-foot thick battlements and letting the slabs rake his cock as he moved.

  One slight whiff of a fragrance that could’ve been Georgie assailed his nostrils - and Theo was a goner. His throaty roar scared the animals in the surrounding farms, and the belch of smoke from his nostrils signaled his orgasm equally clearly.

  Several miles away a minstrel looked up into the sky, searching for a new song to play at dinner that night and saw the billowing clouds over the castle ramparts. He blinked as the words came to him...”I’ve seen fire...” He jumped as drops of heavy rain pattered on his shoulders, surprising him quite a bit since the sky was perfectly clear. “And I’ve seen rain...” The minstrel smiled. This one should go platinum in weeks. Fired with enthusiasm he scrawled the rest of the song, unaware that at that same moment one exhausted dragon was trying to fold his limp cock back into his pouch on top of a distant castle.

  *~*~*~*

  Georgie comes home...

  Four long years later, at the ripe old age of twenty-two, Georgie finally rested her gaze on the ancient stone walls of her home. The flags were flying gaily, welcoming back the current crop of graduating princesses and celebrating their various accomplishments.

  They all knew that in fact it was their father’s way of saying “Good, now I can marry some of you off and get more land. Or cash. Or a minor titled noble to be announced later.”

  It was the accepted custom for princesses to be assigned husbands who would enrich the Kingdom from which they hailed. In exchange, said husbands received the privilege of fucking some aristocratic cunt and siring offspring about whom they could boast “well, of course, my wife’s family, you know - those royal genes will tell, won’t they...?”

  Georgie couldn’t help but notice the large number of would-be suitors gathered along the processional route to watch the returning princesses. And she also wryly noted the glances received by princesses numbered one through seven. Those were, of course, the ones in line to receive the heftiest dowry.

  By the time she arrived, bringing up the rear, she was lucky to get a waggled eyebrow or two from the oldest or the pimpliest bachelor.

  Georgie sighed. This was going to be a bit of a rough patch, she knew. If she was forced to tell her parents that she was absolutely not going to marry any of these dickheads there would probably be a minor uproar.

  Minor because her position so far down on the monarchical totem pole meant she was eating dirt most of the time. But an uproar because princesses simply didn’t do that sort of thing - defying their parents.

  Well, fuck it. Georgie had done a lot of things princesses simply didn’t do. Thankfully, not many people knew about them.

  She’d lost her virginity for one thing, and that was Sin Number HA1 (Hugely Awful) when it came to the life of a princess. They were supposed to be spotless, surrendering only to their husbands and thus ensuring the unspotted purity of his line.

  Georgie repeated her earlier thought. Fuck that. She’d given it up to that really nice minstrel with the lovely voice who’d had a number one hit about fire and rain and stuff. He’d been quite kind, rather overawed at the fact that she - a princess of the realm - was in his bed with her pussy in his face, and overall it had been a mostly pleasant experience. The oral part had been great, although the actual deed itself didn’t quite measure up to its advance billing.

  Since then, during her years as an advanced student, she’d experimented a couple of times, finding the process less messy, certainly less painful, and generally an okay way to spend Saturday nights if there was nothing good on Shire TV.

  But it hadn’t exactly rung bells for her. Unlike her courses in Leadership and Battle Tactics, which she’d bullied her way into, claiming that Needlework and Tapestry made her puke.

  This was quite true, Georgie having developed a convenient but genuine allergy to the yarns used in the course. A solid projectile-type vomit over a large, almost-completed tapestry - which represented two years worth of work - had pretty much guaranteed her rapid exit from the classroom. Her ears rang for a week with the outraged screams of her fellow needlewomen.

  She’d gladly withdrawn from that course, insisting that she be allowed to transfer into the small recitation section that focused on more interesting things. Like leadership and how to fight a successful battle.

  She’d aced the tests, passed the final with flying colors and presented a simulated attack plan that had stunned the lecturer with its simple but effective brilliance. She’d also fucked him the following evening, unfortunately discovering that although his intellect might be huge, his sexual prowess wasn’t quite so blessed.

  She’d shrugged and handled it gracefully, calling on her princessly skills to cover her failure to orgasm and the minimal size of his dick. Can’t hit the high notes all the time.

  Thus the triumphant graduates of Princess School filed in to their home, eagerly anticipating their future lives as wives and mothers.

  With one exception.

  Georgie.

  All she could think of was going to find her friend. Her one true friend. The creature who’d stood by her for her entire life, through thick and thin. Theo, her very own dragon.

  She slid from her horse ignoring the shocked gasps of those who noticed she had been riding astride instead of in the correct sidesaddle manner of her sisters. Screw that nonsense. She hated the awkward twist of the spine required to hold her balance, figured the horse probably hated it too, and much preferred to have something moving rhythmically between her legs.

  Tossing the reins to a servant, Georgie hurried up to her small room, shrugged off her riding cape and quickly found her way to the older, quieter parts of the castle. She knew he’d be there, figured he’d seen the noisy procession wending its way over the drawbridge and guessed he would be waiting.

  He was.

  “Theeeeooooo...” Georgie nearly tripped over his tail as she ran out onto the balcony where he’d been watching the goings-on.
“I’m home.”

  She dashed to his head and hugged him as hard as she could, almost smothering one nostril with her hair and poking him in the eye with her hands.

  “Mggrymplfmpf.”

  “What?”

  “I said...” He snuffled her hair out of the way and tried again. “Welcome home.”

  “Theo, you’re crying.” She sniffed herself and hugged him harder.

  “I wouldn’t be if you took your fingers out of my eye.”

  “Oh. Sorry.” Georgie backed away a little bit. “Damn, babe. I’m so glad to see you. God, you’re looking good.”

  She caressed his snout, running her hand over the smooth blue scales that glowed brightly in the sunshine.

  Theo grunted. “You too, sweetheart.”

  “Did ya miss me?” She grinned at him, ringing his horn with her fingertips and then dancing around him, touching him every place she could reach. Being with him at last, in the flesh, made her heart sing and she couldn’t stop smiling as she learned the texture of his body and the shape of his head.

  “Nope.” He chuckled in her head.

  “Liar. Dear liar.” She dropped a light kiss on the tip of his snout. “I missed you.”

  “Oh sure.” He sighed gustily sending a quick whiff of warm air through her loose tresses. “I’ll bet you did. All those boys - all those adventures, which - I might add - you never did dream about and let me share...” He looked pained.

  “Jeez, Theo. You perv. You wanted in on the action, huh?”

  Theo pouted, quite an accomplishment for a creature with no lips. “I wouldn’t have minded.”

  She giggled. “Nothing to share, sweetie. Nothing worth dreaming about. If I was going to dream with you, it was gonna have to be something really special.”