Eilidh grinned. “We’ll start slow. Okay? The two main things we’ll focus on for this trip are items that involve penetrative sex.” She kept hold of my hand and led me over to a very impressive wall of phallic items.

  “These are all the various shapes, sizes, and styles available. You can see that some are more natural than others.”

  I noticed one called “The Dragon,” and laughed. “That’s not what a dragon penis looks like.” First off, it was way too small in size, and second, they didn’t have protrusions. “It would be more accurate, based on anatomy, to call it lizard-like.”

  “Noted. Maybe sometime you could show me the real thing.”

  Did Eilidh ask me to have sex with her, not in my bipedal form, but as me? I froze for a long moment. She surprised me, and I liked it, but I didn’t know what to say to her suggestion.

  “We can table that for now.” She took my hand and spoke softly. “What I want you to focus on is what you might think you would enjoy or would like to experience.”

  The variety ran all the ranges. Fae, ogre, dragon-lizard something, tentacles, and shifters. There were even ones shaped like different historical figures. I had no idea why someone would want to be penetrated by a historical figure, so I ignored that part of the wall for the time being. The human-looking ones seemed less interesting by comparison. Even the multicolored, slightly curved, nondescript ones looked more attractive. But if I was to start somewhere, I figured it would be with something close to human without being over the top.

  “This one seems appropriate.” I pointed to one that had a similar skin tone as mine.

  “That’s a good choice. It’s human-like, approximately seven inches long and 1.5 inches in diameter, and isn’t too heavy for a harness,” said Eilidh as she plucked the object off the wall.

  “Why did you take it off the wall?”

  “So I can purchase it.”

  “Why?”

  “So we can use it later.”

  “Oh. Oh! Is that why you asked me here?”

  She leaned on me a little. “Of course. You wanted to experience a certain kind of penetrative sex.” She pointed out. “And I thought this might make your initial experience more gratifying.”

  “Is penetrative sex that bad?”

  Eilidh shook her head. “No one starts out as experts, but everyone can learn something about themselves through their partners.” She leaned in. “Wouldn’t you enjoy learning how to use yours?”

  I felt my face heat, but I also understood. I liked this idea a lot. “Alright. What else do we need?”

  By the time we were done, we’d purchased several different dildos, a harness, a vibrator, two sizes of anal plugs, and lots of lubes. One even had a mint flavoring. I wasn’t sure if we would ever use it all, but part of me was very interested in finding out.

  Later that night, Eilidh came over. She was still dressed in her work clothes. I’d changed into a t-shirt and shorts and hadn’t thought about dressing up. It seemed unnecessary to me. But I could appreciate that Eilidh was comfortable in her revealing outfits.

  “Are you planning on admiring the view from there the rest of the night, or do you want to ask me in?” she said with a smirk.

  Oh! “Please, come in.” I watched as she walked in as her ass swayed, and her calves flexed in the laced-up sandals she wore. She put our purchases on the coffee table in my living room.

  When she straightened up, I walked behind her, pecked her on the cheek, and wrapped my arms around her waist. “Do you know how incredibly hard it was to hug you instead of touching your ass?”

  Her laugh sent pleasant shivers along my spine. “That’s the point of the outfit. To make people look, and want to touch, or even ask to touch and be denied the pleasure.”

  “Is that what we are doing tonight?”

  “No.” She patted my arm. “There are a lot of reasons people enjoy that kind of tease or kink. It would be very irresponsible of me to make you endure that.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re enjoying being sexual and understanding what works for you.” She turned in my arms to look at me. “If we venture into different kinks now, it wouldn’t let you decide what you like first. It needs to be your decision. Exactly like how you picked everything out today. We don’t have to use any of it. However, it was important that all the selections were yours. Choice and consent are important, especially where sex is concerned.”

  “You’re still in work mode.” It sounded like a counseling session I overheard her give a potential client once. I appreciated it wasn’t for show. The candor we had with each other was important to me.

  “I apologize, but only a little. If you decided tomorrow that none of this was for you and you’d rather spend our time together cuddling and watching movies, I would respect your choice. And I would hope that anyone you were with would do the same.”

  I held her and then slowly leaned in for a kiss. I liked our kisses the most, and I knew it would be one of many things I would miss after our time together ended. “How about your choice? Is this what you would like to do this evening? Play with sex toys?”

  She grinned. “I’m game if you are.”

  “Hmmm, I have a specific thing in mind. Something I’ve been thinking about all day.”

  “Oh?”

  Thirty minutes later, after she helped me with the harness, I had her bent over the end of my bed with her dress around her waist, and her panties slipped to the side. The initial insert was tricky, but once I managed it, I felt the urge to move my hips.

  “Does this feel alright?” It felt okay, but it also disconnected me from what Eilidh felt. Even more frustrating was the urge I had to shift and use myself rather than a proxy. I hadn’t focused on shifting parts of myself before. I’d been an all-or-nothing dragon, though some of my older cousins could, and when I asked, they shrugged. Either you could, or you learned eventually.

  “It’s a nice pace.” She sounded supportive, but not really into it yet. “You can take your time with it, but if you want to stop, just pull out.” She was panting slightly, but it wasn’t anywhere near the reactions I’ve elicited from her before.

  I stopped. Eilidh rolled to her side facing me as I sat on the bed. I removed the harness and set it aside. “Is it odd to say that I liked it but didn’t at the same time?”

  She shook her head. “No, that’s a reasonable response. Sometimes our imaginations don’t live up to reality. What works for some doesn’t work for others.” She reached out her hand, and I took it. I lay on my side and faced her as our legs dangled off the bed. “Would you like to try something else?”

  My frustrations were odd. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. It was more like I didn’t like that it wasn’t part of me. I felt like I was chasing a sensation right below the surface. “Do you trust me?”

  “Of course, Freddie.”

  “I have the weekend off. Could we spend it at your place?”

  Eilidh smiled. “Sure. I’ll make sure we have all our favorites on hand. Is there anything else you would like?”

  I shook my head. “You and a fridge full of food are perfect.”

  She laughed, and I kissed her, then rolled her onto her back and pressed myself into her at just the right spot. We adjusted a little as she put one leg on my shoulder. Now this made more sense. The contact and rhythm of our clits touching and grinding into each other.

  Her panties were in the way, so there was a frantic pause as she stripped down more, and we moved further up on the bed. I rolled my hips as I sucked at one nipple and then the other, still trapped in the webbing of her bra. Her moans increased with each movement of my hips and every suck and lick I applied.

  Eilidh’s hand pressed into my breast and pinched lightly. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as the warmth built between my legs. Even though Eilidh had protection, I was aware enough to ask.

  “Do you want me to come on you?”

  Watching her process what I said was slightly amusing. I saw the realization click in her eyes, and she nodded. “It’s okay. We were tested. We’re safe. It’s safe.” Right. Precautions. Trust. Safety. Understanding.

  I leaned down to kiss her, and our tongues met with each pass of our lips. Each thrust and grind made us more desperate for release. When I squeezed her breast, it was enough to drop her into that sweet endorphin rush. She shivered under me, and I kept going. The bliss was right there for the taking. Things tightened in my body, and it occurred to me that this was the first time I was aware of what was about to happen. Before, I’d dropped into it with no idea of how close I was. Tonight, I knew I could chase it or hold off. The profoundness of the moment sent me into my orgasm as I bucked into Eilidh.

  “Fuck, Lee. Oh, fuck.” I kissed her as my mind emptied and my body spasmed. Our fluids mixed, and I kept pushing into her if only to make it last. She caressed my shoulder, which was her gentle sign of giving up for the moment. I dropped my head to her breasts and breathed heavily while she ran her hands along my back.

  “That didn’t take nearly as long as the last time we tried that,” she said. I could hear the smile on her face.

  “I was motivated.”

  “I’d say,” she said with a soft giggle.

  We curled up with each other, and I was content but determined. I wanted to be with Eilidh as my dragon self. I needed to see what was possible, and I wanted to try with her.

  A Den Of Delights

  Eilidh

  There was a knock on my door at eight o’clock in the morning. I lifted the eye mask off my face, a bit surprised to have someone outside my door at such an early hour. One robe and slippers later, I approached the door with trepidation.

  “May I help you?”

  “Lee, it’s me.”

  I fumbled with the handle to open the door. Our conversation about the weekend had been brief. I hadn’t thought she meant to start so early.

  “Freddie?” She held a knapsack, two grocery bags, and a bouquet. “My word, come in.” She made a beeline for the kitchen as soon as she passed my threshold. I closed the door and leaned my head on it. “Did we plan to meet this early?” She wore a plain t-shirt and shorts, but her hair was tightly braided against her head. I’d never seen her wear her hair like that, but it was no less beautiful than her natural style.

  “No,” she said in a cheery voice. “I wanted to surprise you with breakfast.” My kitchen was undoubtedly larger than the one in her apartment. So when I rounded the corner and found the bouquet in a vase and a steaming latte in my favorite mug, I was instantly charmed.

  I took my beverage to the island counter and sat down to watch her work. “What did you have planned this morning?”

  “How does French toast sound?”

  “Divine.” I was about to take a sip when I noticed she wasn’t prepping; she had already prepared. There was a small bowl of fresh whipped cream, another bowl with her egg mixture, and another that looked like cinnamon and sugar. Then she pulled out an omelet pan and cut off a chunk of butter from a stick she withdrew from her bag. Next came a container of challah bread that smelled freshly baked. “How early did you wake up this morning?”

  “I didn’t.” She brought the burner up to temp, and it melted the butter quickly as I watched.

  “You didn’t sleep?” I looked at her with a bit of surprise. I hadn’t known her to not sleep before. Even when we stayed with each other, she slept peacefully.

  “I wanted everything to be perfect. I have an entire menu planned for the weekend.”

  “Menu?”

  “All your favorites.”

  “Really?” I knew I talked about food, but I hadn’t expected her to cook the whole weekend. I thought we’d spend time doing other things. “What about watching movies and having sex?”

  The question caught her off guard for a moment, and she nearly dropped the slice she had just dipped in her egg mixture. “Well, yes, that too. But I wanted to make sure everything was perfect this weekend.”

  Perfect because it was the last weekend we’d spend together before she went home. I couldn’t help but smile. I set down my mug and walked back into the kitchen to wrap my arms around Freddie’s waist and kissed her on the cheek. “It’ll be perfect because we’re together.” Call me silly, but I meant what I said.

  She turned to give me a proper kiss in response. “I want us to remember this fondly. I’ve read that memories are often triggered by sounds, smells, foods and even sensory input. We will pack the weekend with all of it so we can remember.”

  “Well, however it turns out, I know it will be memorable already.” She smiled at me as she plated the first few slices of French toast. I went back to my seat and my morning latte.

  A sprinkle of powdered sugar, a dollop of whipped cream, and a few slices of strawberries with a light drizzle of maple syrup, and I was somewhere between orgasmic and ravenous after the first bite. “This…” I pointed at the plate with my fork, “is perfection, Freddie.”

  “I know.” She grinned as she watched me take another bite.

  “Are you going to join me?” She nodded as she quickly made her own plate and sat next to me. At some point, grapefruit juice appeared, and I hadn’t even noticed. I didn’t even realize she knew I liked grapefruit juice. It was the perfect tartness to counterbalance the sweetness of the breakfast.

  We ate in companionable silence, then when we were both finished, she spirited away the plates and kissed me as she hustled past. “I’ll take care of this while you do your morning things.”

  At this rate, dating anyone else might be hard. Freddie was setting the bar relatively high, and while it was indulgent, it also worried me. Would all this make it harder to say goodbye? I tried not to think about it as I left the kitchen to her and prepared for the day.

  Thirty minutes later, I appeared from my bedroom wearing jean shorts and a tank top. The tantalizing smells of lavender and bergamot were in the air. They were two of my favorites, and perfectly balanced so that one complimented the other. I realized the smells were coming from candles when I entered the living area. “Alright, I’m intrigued. Are we watching a movie or having a spa day?”

  I hadn’t thought about going anywhere, but Freddie stood at the sliding glass door to my patio and held out her hand. “I’d like to show you something of mine.”

  “Okay, sure.” I slipped my hand into hers, and she turned and walked through the sliding glass door—without opening it. “Freddie!” She held onto my hand as we crossed a threshold and landed somewhere else.

  We landed in the center of what looked like a cave with a raised stone platform. On the platform was a long pad, similar to one you’d see on a massage table. Lit candles, with the same scents from my living room, were placed in different nooks in the surrounding walls. Next to the platform was a stand with a bottle of oil. So far, I liked where this was going.

  “Where are we exactly?”

  “My den. I set it up in the doorway to your garden.” She led me to the platform and had me sit on the end.

  “Your den, as in your dragon den?” She nodded. “Oh, my. I’m honored, Freddie.”

  She smiled. “I wanted to share this space with you. You’re important to me, and I wanted to give you something of myself to remember me by.”

  I touched her face and tried to keep the tears from my eyes. “Freddie.” I took a deep breath so I wouldn’t ruin the gesture. “Thank you. It’s amazing.”

  The smile on her face widened into a grin. “Oh, it will be.” She reached for my tank top. “May I?”

  We quickly stripped off the two articles of clothing I wore. Freddie helped position me on the platform, then rolled me to my stomach. I half wondered what would be next. I didn’t quite expect her to put oil on her hands and gently massage my temples. By the time she reached anywhere erogenous, I was half a jellyfish.

  “Tell me to stop if you become uncomfortable,” Freddie said.

  “Uncomfortable?” I think I said, but I wasn’t sure as I was half dozing from attention I received. Then she gave me a gentle swipe along the crack of my ass that woke me up a little. With each pass between my thighs, she spread my legs, and I went willingly as her fingers continued to explore into more sensitive territory. The oil tingled as it slipped along my ass and pussy. I had become sensitive enough to moan with each gentle brush of her fingers. When she finally pressed her slick digits into me, I pressed back onto them. Her fingers quickly worked me into an orgasm as they made sloppy wet sounds that echoed in her den. My lusty moans resonated as well, happy for the few moments the pleasurable wave lingered.

  As I pondered what I would do to reciprocate, Freddie coaxed me onto my knees and slid between my legs, her mouth touching down and tongue flicking out to brush against my asshole. She lavished my ass with attention until I came, then drifted further down, tracing my labia with her tongue until her lips reached my clit. After I had three or four—because who really counted at that point—hard orgasms, I called for a break. When I turned over to look at Freddie, I noticed she had stayed clothed the entire time.

  “Well, this won’t do. How am I to reciprocate when you’re not naked yet?”

  She smiled and bent to press her wet mouth to my lips. We teased each other with gentle touches as our lips parted and her lovely tongue played with mine. With a glance, I assumed her excitement came from whatever she had planned next, and maybe the kisses. “I wanted to make sure I satisfied you first,” she said quietly. “I want is to show you who I really am, and it might make reciprocating complicated.”

  I kissed her again and touched her shoulder. “I promise, whatever you have, I can work with it. You won’t leave this place unsatisfied.”

  Freddie blinked. I don’t think she expected me to be prepared for what she was about to do. Since I’d known she was a dragon, I had hoped she’d be brave enough to let me be with her while she was in her natural form. I remembered her tongue on my face the first day we met. My imagination had only grown from there.

 

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