Page 5 of Rescued By My Dragons

Confused, he cut in again, “Where did she get the magic slippers?”

I explained, “I’m sorry; the magic slippers appeared on her feet after the house landed on the witch’s sister.See, the magic slippers belonged to the witch’s sister, and the witch wanted them for herself, but she couldn’t get them because they were on the little girl, and…”

He scratched his head.“Houses flying over rainbows and witches with magic slippers.You have some strange stories on Earth.”

Arching an eyebrow and curling my lips at him, I mentioned, “One of my elective courses at the University was about your literature.You want to talk about some strange stories…?”

”Never mind,” he said.“What about the three guys?”

“Right, the three guys.Well, they weren’t human guys…”

”They were dragons?”That really piqued his interest.

”No,” I said, “they were a man made of straw, another man made of tin, and a lion who was afraid of everything.”

Elliot was astounded, to put it mildly.“Please tell me these guys did not fuck this girl.”

That made me burst out laughing again.“No, of course not!I told you this wasn’t that kind of story.”

He shook his head.“That’s a relief.”

I continued, “They just helped her get to see a Wizard, who told them he’d help the girl get home if she killed the witch, and…”

Amazed, he interrupted again.“She had to kill a witch to get home?Why didn’t the Wizard just kill her himself?”

”The Wizard was only pretending to be a Wizard and no, she didn’t really have to kill the witch.After she killed the witch, it turned out all she really had to do was click the heels of the magic slippers and they’d send her home.”

Slack-jawed over the whole thing, Elliot rolled his eyes.“So writers on Earth can’t make up any better stories than that?You’re better off here.”

I said, “The story wasn’t really about any of that.It was about looking for things you’ve already got.The girl could go home any time she wanted.The straw man wanted a brain, but he was already the smartest of them.The tin man wanted a heart, but he was already sensitive and the lion wanted courage, but he was really wise and brave.”

”And I suppose the girl had already been fucked,” Elliot guessed.

Slapping him on the shoulder, I said, “No!It really wasn’t that kind of story!She was too young and she wasn’t looking for that.”

Elliot said, “That’s a good thing, if the only guys she could get it from were a straw man, a tin man, and a neurotic lion!”

I groaned and said, “Elliot, please.I thought about that story because I’m just like that girl.I came here from another world and met three guys I could always count on.”

”Yeah, for more than just doing some bogus Wizard’s dirty work, that’s for sure,” said Elliot.

Resting my hands on his broad, muscular, scrumptious shoulders, I said, “Oh, Elliot.What am I going to do with you?”

Leaning in a little closer, he said, “What do you think?”He took my mouth in a full, warm kiss.“What do you think I’m gonna do to you?As soon as we get the rest of these fucking clothes off…”

He stood up and pulled his bottoms off, exposing the awesome cylinder of his erect, foreskinned cock.He went to his knees again and quickly finished removing my top and tossed it aside, then pulled away my slacks and undies at the same time.With both of us naked, Elliot pulled me to him, and the heat of his muscular, hairy body ignited a flame just as hot inside me.Crushing me in his powerful arms as I wrapped my own arms around him, he kissed me, a deep, hard kiss.

Keeping his face close to mine after the kiss, Elliot said in a low growl, “Pussy.Fuck.Now.”

Elliot loosened his embrace.With quickened breath and trembling bosom, I squirmed out of his arms and up onto the bed, where I lay with legs parted.Like the predator that washis inner dragon self, Elliot climbed up with me.The sight of him looming over me with the dark and burning handsomeness of his face, that incredible body, that hairy and chiseled torso, and that beautiful bludgeon of a dick made me tremble a little harder.I released a tiny whimper in the last second before he was upon me, between my thighs, not even bothering with foreplay; just sliding the huge shaft of his maleness through my lips and deep into me.The first thrust made me want to cry out from the penetrating and expanding pleasure of it, as it always did.Pinning me down on the bedspread, Elliot started to hump me hard, grunting—“Fuck, fuck, fuck”—with his impassioned thrusts, claiming my pussy for his own.

And there was no question at all that my pussy, and all of me, did belong to him.Elliot was sweet, caring, and tender, but in the act of sex, which he could do twice as much as a human, or more, he was the embodiment of the dominant male.He took what he wanted, and did what he wanted, when he wanted; and he expected my complete and willing submission—which he absolutely got.Denying Elliot was not an option; it would have been denying myself and there was no way I could deny myself the absolute, almost superhuman rapture of his sex.I was only nineteen, but I couldn’t imagine ever craving anything else in my life as much as I craved the kiss of Elliot’s handsome face; the weight and flexing of his sublimely muscled, hairy body as he lay atop me; and especially the thunderous pumping of his demanding cock and the warm pressing of his big, round balls against me.Whatever Elliot wanted from me, I’d give him.Whatever he asked of me, whenever he asked, I’d do.I would suck his cock and balls and let him eat and fuck my pussy all evening, all night long, and into the morning, as he would certainly do.

His fucking was like a storm of passion, raining down his desire from his flesh onto mine, filling my depths withhis raging, endless need.The plunging of his cock in and out of my pussy was like endless strikes of lightning.His voice was like the rumbling of the elements in that storm.“Fuck…fuck…FUCK!”My own voice was only a series of wordless moans and whimpers.The pleasure of his fucking made me as helpless as I would have been against a real outburst from the sky, and happier than I could ever express, even if I had the words.Elliot was the first man ever to fuck me.His cock was the first I’d ever touched, the first my pussy had ever known.The first time a man ever poured his hot cream deep inside me, it was Elliot.Every time he mounted me, something in me returned to that first discovery of how it felt to be joined with a man and I could never have asked for a more magnificent man to take my virginity than Elliot.

Remembering the night he first did it to me on his living room sofa, then carried me here to his bed to mount and penetrate me again for long, awesome hours, I couldn’t contain both the recalled passion and the ecstasy of what he was doing to me now.My entire body felt the blows of his crotch and balls against me, and the insane delight of his dick plunging inside my pussy, until an explosion of pleasure radiated through my being.Elliot actually made me come, just from his hard, savage, wonderful fucking.I wailed under him until his blazing kiss on my mouth muffled the sound.

Sensing what he’d done to me with his immense and pounding prick alone, Elliot could no more contain himself than I could.He rammed it hard into me and made me yelp into his smoldering kiss, and I sensed the hot, telltale throb of his shaft from the wet surging of his thick cream into my depths.I imagined Elliot’s inner dragon self spreading his leathery wings, lifting his horned reptile head, and roaring up to the sky from the satisfaction of his creaming inside me.He shuddered hard on top of me, holding his pulsing length in my pussy, makingsure to give me every drop from his balls, before humping me again, slowly, using up the last of his hard-on.He took his time, and I lay under him, running my fingers up and down his back until at last he’d spent himself and rolled off me to lie at my side.

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