Chapter 4

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SAMMY

When my phone rings and the caller ID tells me it’s from DreamTogether, all my muscles clench up. I answer it, hoping it’s not what I fear.

“This call is to confirm your appointment for next Thursday,” the robo-call says, and relief cascades through me. He wants to see me again.

The morning of my appointment, I spend a good two hours taking a shower and then putting product in my hair to get the very best shining, bouncing curls that I can. I even put on makeup, though the dragon can’t see my face. I use lotion all over, so my legs and butt are as smooth as possible. I know how much he likes to squeeze me everywhere, as if he enjoys the sight of my rather plentiful butt bulging between his claws.

He appreciates how I look, when most of the time human men find me intimidating. I’m tall, Black, smart, and once upon a time, a business owner. They can’t handle me—but the dragon can .

Honestly, with how thoroughly he fucks me once a month, I’ve found myself with very little interest in my own kind anyway.

Then it’s time. I park outside the DreamTogether office, practically vibrating with my excitement. I sit in the waiting room until my name is called, studying who else is here. There’s a pretty younger woman with long, braided black hair, and we chat a little about what brought us each to DreamTogether. She had a shitty job working fast food, and wanted something better for herself. This is her first appointment, and she’s nervous and excited. I try to impart a few words of wisdom, then a clinician grabs my folder to lead me back to one of the breeding rooms.

Oh. This is different. Inside the tiled room, the usual bench has been replaced with a completely different device. This time, all I see is a massive steel table, with leather straps on the top, and a cushion right about where my ass would be if I were strapped down to it.

“I’m sorry,” the clinician says as she leads me inside. “We had to come up with a completely different design for the dragon. This will...” She trails off. “You’ll have to look at him.”

I stare at her. “What? But isn’t this all supposed to be, um, anonymous?”

She nods rapidly. “And it still will be! He won’t know your name or anything about you, besides how you look.”

I gape at the table, which is mounted on a steel column nearly a foot in diameter. It’s bolted into another steel plate on the floor.

He definitely won’t be able to destroy this.

I’m going to have to look at him. It’s a good thing I put on makeup today.

I lie down on the table, and they strap me in. For a moment, I feel like a bizarre science experiment. The cushion raises my hips up to make it easier for him to penetrate me.

I only have to wait for a minute or two before the door opens. A huge, red creature steps inside, and his yellow eyes, with long, slender pupils, widen when they see me.

“Oh.” We stare at each other, and I take in the full sight of him. He is huge, probably nine or ten feet tall not including his massive tail. His neck is long, and he has a hefty snout with flared nostrils, and spiked ridges for eyebrows. He’s bright red all over, but his throat and belly are a cream color. Softer ridges run down his back to the tip of his tail, which is now twitching behind him. He has huge wings that, folded up against his back, run from the top of his head down to the ground.

He’s standing upright on his hind legs, and he’s completely naked, but... there are no sexual organs visible on him at all. I know he has them, so where are they?

His eyes are taking me in, too, and his mouth hangs slightly open, revealing all of his sharp, white fangs. Wow. They’re long , and remind me somewhat of a velociraptor. He could tear me apart with those.

And yet, I’m not afraid at all. It’s him. It’s really him, and I can see his face, and look into his eyes.

Oh boy. This is going to be intense—I just know it.

He approaches me slowly, like I’m a prey animal he might startle if he moves too fast. A long, black tongue with a forked tip darts out of his mouth and licks along his teeth, then vanishes again.

“This is new,” he says cautiously, stopping a good six feet away. He studies me from head to foot again, and his lips tilt down. Is he unhappy with what he sees?

“Y-yeah,” I say, as heat rushes up into my face in embarrassment. Is he still going to want to do the deed now that he knows what I look like? “I think they made this custom for you.”

His lips tilt down further, and now I’m sure that I’ve disappointed him. My vision gets a little cloudy. The connection we had must be ruined for him since the seal of anonymity has been broken between us.

“They did this because of me?” he asks, voice a little choked. He shakes his head, like he couldn’t be more disappointed. I can’t stop the tear that slips free at the look on his face.

“I’m sorry,” I say, because I can’t think of anything else. “I know this isn’t what you wanted, but?—”

His eyes widen, and he steps closer to me, his frown getting even deeper. “Are you crying?” he asks, and his shorter forearms reach out towards me, and then stop mid-air. “Why are you crying?”

“Well, the whole point was that you didn’t have to look at me, and now you do, and—” I choke for a second on my words. “I understand if you want someone else now.”

Horror creeps across his long face. He rushes towards me and I cringe. My eyes squeeze closed, preparing for anything.

What I don’t expect is the single cool claw on my cheek. I crack one eye, and find the dragon gazing down at me with immense sadness on his face.

“I am...” He bites his lip with his sharp teeth. “I am incredibly grateful to finally look upon you.”

With tears still streaking down my face, I blink at him. “But you look like I kicked your dog,” I say in a shaky voice.

“I am simply shocked that they would have to do this,” he says, gesturing at the whole table. “It must have cost a lot of money to install. ”

So that’s what he’s worried about? That DreamTogether had to build in some extra precautions for him? My relief must show on my face, because my dragon gently returns my smile, like he’s afraid of frightening me with the whole thing.

“I’m sure you’re paying them enough that it’s not a big deal,” I say, trying to sound bright and cheery again. “I mean, I don’t know how much this is all costing you, but it must be a lot. I think they can afford it.”

Strangely, my dragon says nothing in response as he slides his claw down my cheek. It continues over my jaw, and along the exposed flesh of my throat. His breath hitches, and his eyes follow the path of his hand down my body as he reaches the curve of my breast. He doesn’t touch it, though—he simply stares, like he can’t believe what he sees.

“You’re beautiful.” His voice comes out a shallow whisper. “More beautiful than I could have imagined.”

Wow. I didn’t expect that. Now my face is getting hot for a completely different reason.

“May I touch you?” he asks abruptly, and I stare into his reptilian, yellow eyes.

“Oh. Um, sure.”

His lips peel back on his snout in a grin. His claw traces the curve of my breast, to my sternum, and then back again to my nipple. He circles it gently, before placing his whole hand around it.

I try to hold in a tiny moan at just this faint touch, because it feels utterly electric. The dragon’s eyes go even wider at this reaction.

That’s when I see it: down between his hind legs, along the cream-colored scales of his belly, something is... opening. It’s a long slit, and I can make out what looks like two objects hiding inside. I’m watching with unabashed interest as the two soft heads peek out, then grow, extruding farther and farther out from that slit.

“Oh,” I say in surprise. “That’s how those work.”

The dragon glances down, then tries to cover it with one of his big hands. “Yes,” he says shyly. “Not quite like a human.”

I shake my head, wishing that I could move my arms, that I could take his hand away in mine and really get a good look at him.

“They’re... nice,” I say finally, not sure how else to put it into words. “Can I see?”

The dragon’s mouth falls open, but then he snaps it shut and glances down as he pulls his clawed hand away. Two immense cocks now protrude from that pocket in his abdomen, and the shape of them—suddenly I understand why he feels the way he does inside me. His penises are certainly unusual, covered in small nubs, as I suspected. There’s no foreskin, just soft scales covering the surface, from the softly-pointed head to the thick swell, down to the slimmer section where his two cocks jut out from his body. One is directed more upward, the other downward, and below them, I can make out two lumps under his flesh that must be testicles.

“Wow,” I say, without realizing I’m even speaking. “So that’s what they look like.”

He tilts his head away and scratches his nose with his other claw. “Yes,” he says uncertainly. “I understand if it’s too strange for you.”

I squint at him. “Of course it’s strange. You’re a dragon.”

His lip quirks upward at the edge. “I am. And you are a human. A lovely human.” This time, he touches both of my breasts at the same time, and he peers down at them with lowered eyelids. “These are how you’ll feed my hatchling, aren’t they?”

I hadn’t thought much about that. If dragon babies drink milk, that is.

“I don’t know,” I say. That’s when I’m supposed to give the hatchling back to him. But I don’t want to ruin his little fantasy.

His smile widens as his claw circles my breast and then gently, sweeps over my nipple. I gasp. “Lovely. You’ll feed it well.”

Why is that so fucking hot?

Once he’s explored my breasts, his hands drift downward, over my belly to the curls between my legs. My thighs are already spread wide for him, but he doesn’t dip down right away. Instead, he tangles one of his claws in my hair.

“Human hair is so... cute,” he says quietly, studying me there.

Never thought I’d hear that one. But the longer he observes me, the hornier I’m getting. Slowly his hand continues downward, the scaled pad of his finger glancing over my clit. I tremble, and now he’s smiling so wide I can see all of his fangs. “You’re wet,” he observes, leaning closer to me so I can feel his hot breath spilling out his nostrils and onto my face. “Perfect for my cock.”

There he is. My dragon is back, now that we’re past the shock of the table, of seeing each other. When I glance down, I find dribbles of white pre-come sliding down both of his dicks, and I get even wetter.

His gaze follows mine downward, and then when we lock eyes again, there’s an expression on his face that, even though he’s a dragon, is very clearly a smirk. He reaches down with one of his big, clawed hands and wraps it around his upper cock. Then he strokes it, once, his fingers rolling over the nubs as he travels up and down.

Oh, how I can’t wait to have those inside me again. I feel like I must have just vibrated from head to toe, and somehow he felt it through the floor, because he takes a step towards me so his chest is right up against my face.

“It’s adjustable,” I say, nodding to the left, where they said the control was. Curious, he reaches over and pulls the lever, which tilts my table back.

“Whoa.” I wish for just a second I could move properly. But almost immediately, I realize why they do this for us.

The dragon puts two big, clawed hands on the table to either side of my face, then climbs up, his tail thrashing to keep balance and his wings flicking partially-open behind him. He blots out the fluorescent lights overhead as he clambers into the right position, his body on top of mine, his cocks now rather close to where the cushion is lifting my ass toward him. When I look up, he’s peering down his ridged snout at me, a hint of concern in his eyes.

“Is this all right?” he asks, flattening his wings once again as he gets settled.

I nod quickly. “Yes, it’s fine.” Fuck. I probably should be terrified right now, but I’m horny out of my mind. I want one of those cocks again, just like I’ve been fantasizing about since last month. “Are you, um, ready?”

His eyebrows lower, and his grin reveals all of his sharp teeth.

“Oh, I’m ready to put a hatchling inside you,” he growls, in a voice deeper than I’ve ever heard him use. His tail is twitching even more insistently behind him now, like an excited cat’s. “Right now.”