The Dracons' Woman (23 page)

“As I got older, I began to have other dreams and fantasies, and again I knew that they were things I could never admit to.  Never tell anyone about.  None of my friends would understand.  I didn’t understand.  What I fantasized about, what I wanted, was simply not acceptable in the society I lived in. 

“There was immense pressure for me to date as I got older, but I never met anyone I had the slightest desire to go out with.  I certainly never met anyone I would trust with my true desires.  I found more excitement in my dream world than I believed I could ever find in real life.

“Until I met you three.  The way you made me feel from the moment I opened my eyes and saw all of you looking down at me in the spaceport was so surprising, so different from anything I had ever felt before.  You made me feel safe, warm, cared for.  Feelings I had not felt since I was a child, and never expected to feel again.

“I also felt other things that I had never felt before.  Excitement and arousal.  Sexual feelings in both my mind and my body that were completely new to me.

“That morning, when you came into the bathroom…it was like…I wanted to pinch myself to see if it was real.  It was better than any dream, more intense than any fantasy…but there was still a part of me that was afraid that what I was feeling and doing was wrong.  That you would think less of me for it.  That you
should
think less of me for it.

“After that, you didn’t seem to want me...that way.  I thought maybe it was because of the way I had reacted to you.  Or because I had done something wrong or not done something I should have or…” she trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

“Oh, little love,” Trey said softly.  “You were, and are, so perfect for us.  I am so sorry you felt that way.”

Lariah smiled at Trey, tears in her eyes.  She had no doubt that he was sincere.

 “Tell us Lariah,” Garen asked, “your dreams and fantasies, the ones you were so afraid to tell anyone, were they about your submissive nature?”

“Yes.”

 “We have had many human women from Earth have this same problem,” Garen said.  “Your culture regards submissive impulses as shameful, even though many women have them.  As a result, they are ashamed and afraid of a natural and normal part of themselves because of what others have taught them.  It is sad, and yet, even knowing about it, I allowed all of us to fall into the same trap.”  He shook his head, wondering how he had let such a thing happen.

“You were worried because of what you had been taught was right or wrong.  We were worried because of what others thought we should or should not do.  Let us all simply forget everyone else.  We are all that matter.  What we want.  What we need.  How we feel.  And Lariah, let me be clear…what we want, more than anything, is for the natural chemistry between us that we all felt that first morning to be the beginning of a beautiful and exciting life for us all.  Is that what you want as well?”

Lariah wanted to simply say “yes,” but she needed to be very clear this time.  She did not want to have to worry and wonder any more. 

“Do you mean…the submissiveness…or…” she hesitated.

“All of it,” Val interrupted.  “The way you shiver when we give you a command, the way your pussy creams when you get spanked, the way you come apart in our arms when your clit is nipped and your nipples are pinched.“

Lariah’s mouth went dry.  “Really?” she asked, needing to be certain, needing to be not just accepted, but wanted and desired for who and what she really was.

“Oh heavens yes, really,” Trey said fervently. “If you tell us that you don’t want us to spank you ever again I think I may waste away to nothing in pure disappointment.”  Lariah knew Trey was trying to make her smile, but she heard the honesty in his voice as well.  She could be honest too.  She needed to be.

“You like that?  For yourself I mean,” she asked.

She felt Garen’s cock twitch against her back when she asked the question, but it was the flare of heat in Trey’s eyes that made her breath catch in her throat.  “Oh baby, those little swats weren’t even enough to be an appetizer,” he growled, his voice deep and hot.  “I want to spank your beautiful ass until it’s hot and soft and welcoming so badly I could come just thinking about it.”

Lariah shuddered, her pussy reacting instantly at Trey’s words.  She closed her eyes and caught her breath.  “Why does the thought of being spanked excite me so much?” she asked, hardly believing she dared ask the question that had haunted her for years.  “Doesn’t it mean there is something wrong with me, that I want to be hurt?”

Garen squeezed her gently in his arms.  “You do not want to be hurt Lariah,” he said.  “Nor do we have any desire to cause you hurt.  In truth, there is an art to giving a woman an erotic spanking, one which our fathers were very careful to teach us well.”

“Your fathers taught you?” Lariah asked, shocked to her toes.

 “Lariah, you must remember, our alternate forms are animals,” Trey said with a soft chuckle.  “In the animal world, females want males that are stronger and more dominant than themselves.  The stronger the male, the better able he will be to protect and provide for his female and offspring.

“As dracons, we are more dominant than most beasts.  It is natural for us to be this way in both of our forms.  Our fathers are also dracons, so it is natural for them as well.”

“Being dominant is not the same as being mean or cruel,” Garen added.  “Nor is being submissive the same as wanting to be hurt.  Our fathers taught us exactly what to do, and what not to do.  They taught us where the lines were, and which ones should never be crossed.  And for good reason.  Look at the size of us compared to you.  If we are not careful at all times we could cause you great harm, and that is something we would never, ever want to do.”

Something inside of Lariah eased.  She’d been so afraid of her own feelings, her own reactions, for so long.  Knowing what it meant to be truly hurt, it had been difficult for her to reconcile the horror of that experience with the sexual response she had to the idea of being spanked.

Garen felt Lariah relax more against him, and he was glad for the chance to answer these deep fears of hers.  He realized how confusing it must be for her, especially considering her history.  He wanted to be sure she understood all of it.  He wanted her to enjoy all parts of their lives together, including this part, not be ashamed or fearful of it.

“Lariah, there are three of us,” he continued.  “We are large men, with strong sexual appetites.  And you are our only one, our Arima, so small and delicate compared to us.  The pheromones our bodies release during sexual excitement are not for our sake, but for yours.  They are to help your body relax and enjoy more deeply the prolonged sexual demands the three of us will make upon you.  The pheromones will affect you very intensely, causing your body to reach an extremely high level of sexual excitement.  It is important that we be in control at all times as it falls to us to make sure that we do not allow any harm to you.”

Garen paused for a moment, reached out and placed a finger under Lariah’s chin, urging her to look at him.  Only when her eyes met his did he continue.  “Lariah, it is normal for you to become excited at the idea of being spanked, normal for you to enjoy that pleasure, just as it is normal for us to become intensely excited by spanking you, or having you submit to our orders in a sexual context.  It is who and what we are, how we are made, and there is nothing wrong with it.  It may not be normal for others, and others may desire things that are not normal for us.  We only care about what pleases the four of us.  And for all of us, the final goal is always pleasure, not pain.  Understand?”  Lariah nodded, tears in her eyes, but a smile on her face.  He kissed her gently and released her.

Lariah let out a huge sigh.  She felt as though a giant knot had been loosened deep inside of her.  For the first time since her earliest submissive fantasy, she was truly relaxed and at ease.  Everything Garen said made sense to her.  Felt right and real.  As he spoke, she watched Val and Trey, and knew that they were watching her reactions intently. 

“Do you have any questions?” Trey asked her finally. 

“You like me as I am?”  She was, for once, fairly sure of the answer, but she wanted to hear it.

“We adore you as you are, Val replied. 

“We desire you as you are,” Garen added. 

“We need you as you are, Trey said simply. 

Lariah knew that it was the truth.  She was accepted as she was by these men.  They wanted her.  And she wanted them.

She screwed up her courage and took the leap.  “Show me,” she said, an invitation, a dare, a request. 

All three men froze for one heartbeat, then the room rumbled with soft growls.  Garen shot up from the bed, Lariah cradled tenderly against his chest as they all but ran out of the guestroom, up the hall, across the living room and down a short hall Lariah had not noticed before.  Garen stopped before a large wooden door carved with a stylized dracon, their family sigil.  He turned so that they both faced Trey and Val.

“When we built this house about a century ago, we created and furnished this room in preparation for our Arima.  For you, Lariah.  Over the years we have updated the bathroom and some of the furnishings, but this room has never been used, never slept in.  Until now.”

Garen turned back to face the door, and Trey reached out and opened it.  Garen stepped into the room and paused for a moment so that Lariah could see it.  It was huge, far bigger than any bedroom she had ever seen.  The room was decorated in earth tones: browns, tans, deep brick reds and black.  The carpets were thick and soft, the walls decorated with rich tapestries, the bed, more than large enough for four, was covered in what looked to her like satin and velvet, in chocolate brown and tan.  The room was warm, private, and luxurious with soft textures meant to feel good against one’s skin. 

Garen crossed the wide expanse of thick carpet and carried her into a huge bathroom.  She had a sense of chocolate brown tile, gleaming fixtures, and shiny marble countertops before her attention was drawn away from the décor.

Garen set her down, her feet sinking into the deep rug beneath her. He stepped behind her and released the fastenings on the back of her dress while Val spread a large thick towel over a long expanse of countertop.  Trey rummaged around in a cabinet and came back with a jar in his hand as Garen lifted her up and laid her down on the towel.  Val spread her legs wide, bending one leg at the knee.  Lariah blushed red, embarrassed to be so exposed.  In spite of her blush, she loved the way they handled her, moved her, and positioned her as they wanted.  They were never less than gentle, but they did not hesitate to do as they pleased.  

She felt the familiar tightening of her nipples and stomach, her pussy clenching and creaming uncontrollably.  Garen leaned over and looked into her eyes as his fingers began to gently roll and tug on her hard nipples.  She felt something cool between her legs and raised an eyebrow at Garen.  “We love your pretty red gold curls, but we want your pussy bare and smooth and ready for pleasure.  That way you can feel every kiss, every lick, and every nip with nothing in the way.”

Lariah shuddered and Garen gave her nipples a firm pinch.  She moaned and he growled.

She looked down and met Trey’s eyes.  His jaw was clenched tightly, his eyes blazing with heat as he wiped her skin with a soft, warm cloth.  He looked down at what he was doing, then tossed the cloth aside and met her eyes again. 

“I don’t want to be a virgin any more,” she said, her voice husky with need.

“Oh, you won’t be,” Trey promised before lowering his head, his eyes still staring into hers as he gave her newly smooth, bare pussy a long hot swipe with his tongue.  Her back arched as Trey sucked her clit between his teeth, giving it a quick little nip that had her moaning with pleasure.  Suddenly all she felt was cool air against her newly sensitive, bare skin and she opened her eyes to see Val smiling above her.  He slipped his arms beneath her and pulled her against his chest, then carried her out of the bathroom and into the large bedroom.  He crossed the room and laid her on the gigantic bed before stepping back to stand beside Garen and Trey. 

Lariah turned her head so that she could see all of them, and for one second she felt the old fear and uncertainty as they stood there watching her.  She looked into their faces and let the past fall away.  Their jaws were clenched, their mouths tight, their eyes glitteringly hotly at her.  And she understood.  They were waiting, wanting,
needing
her to accept them as they had accepted her. 

Moving slowly, languorously, Lariah slipped off the bed.  A sudden rush of heat through her body told her that they had released some pheromones, that they were helping her do this, helping her to live this fantasy, but knowing also that they were not controlling what she did.  It was her choice, and always would be.  She took one slow step toward them, lifting her hands to her breasts, caressing them slowly, pinching her nipples very lightly, knowing before she looked at their faces that they would be aching to help her to do it right, to pinch them hard the way they all liked.  Then she lowered one hand to her newly bare pussy and stroked herself slowly just once before taking another step toward them.  She heard their low groans of pleasure, felt her pussy pulse, saw them inhale deeply, scenting her as their eyes caught sight of the juices trickling down her thighs. 

She was so close now, right in front of Garen, Val to the right, Trey to the left.  She placed one hand on Val’s chest, the other on Trey’s chest, and leaned forward to kiss Garen in the same place on his chest.  Then she slowly lowered herself, trailing her lips down Garen’s abdomen, her hands down Val and Trey’s abdomens, until she was on her knees before them, her mouth at the hard, denim covered bulge of Garen’s cock, her hands on Val and Trey in the same place, feeling the hot throbbing pulse of all three of them against her mouth and hands.  She rubbed her teeth across Garen’s bulge, squeezed Val and Trey lightly, asking, begging to be let in.