10. Gym bunnies? #2
“I think we should finish what we started in The Rock Tavern,” Dina hissed into Fred’s ear, as her long, forked, tongue flicked out and wrapped sensuously round his ear before trailing down his neck.
Before Fred could answer, his phone began to buzz, and Cara’s face filled the screen.
“I have to take this,” Fred answered. “I’ll meet you in the studio. Studio number one, right?”
Dina rolled her eyes and flounced away. Fred took a moment to appreciate her retreating buttocks and long, strong legs, below her powerful crimson wings, before answering Cara’s call.
“Hey, Fred!” Cara waved happily at him. “I realised we got through the whole day without eating anything except each other, so I went out and got us some supper. I thought you might want some steak after your workout.”
She turned the camera to show the counter, laid out with a range of vegetables and a couple of impressive chunks of meat.
“That looks great! Thank you, Cara!” Fred said, smiling, his heart glowing at the thought that Cara had been thinking of him.
“There’s no rush though. Take your time at the gym. I’ll get the salad ready, and I can pan-fry the steaks when you get here. I’m guessing you like them nearly raw anyway!”
Fred grinned. “Perfect! I’ll see you later!”
When he entered Studio 1, Dina glared at him.
“Nice of you to make it,” she quipped.
“Come on, Dina, play nicely,” Chester chortled.
“This is the place to let it all out, but I do need you two to get along well enough for me to trust you alone in here together…” Chester looked between the two of them.
“How about you talk us through your powers first, Dina, so Fred knows what he’s up against.”
Dina cupped her hand in front of her face, and her human nails slowly morphed into two-inch claws. She blew sensuously into the space between those claws, and a fierce fire burnt between them.
“Like every dragon in London, my powers are genetic,” she said, staring into the flame.
“Most of us have a mix of dragon ancestry, along with a mix of others, including human. I have the wings and the fire of my European ancestors, but I have some of my Asian ancestors’ abilities locked in there somewhere too. ”
Dina blinked, and was gone. The fire fell to the ground, stamped out by an invisible foot.
For a moment Fred felt a warmth gather around his balls, and something wriggle rhythmically up and down his cock.
He looked down to see nothing but his bulge swelling back up again.
The warmth was suddenly replaced by the feeling of a hand grabbing his balls, and he felt the tips of long, pointed claws dig gently in.
He felt the Dina’s warm breath on his ear now as she murmured, “Whoever called you, she is nothing compared to me. Forget her… think what I can do with my tongue, where I can take you on my wings. She will never understand how power feels, or what it is to be alien to this world.”
Her hand unclasped Fred’s balls and he breathed a sigh of relief as she reappeared next to him.
“Good work, Dina!” Chester said. “It took you a while to access that older, deeper magic, but you made it, and I’m sure there are other powers locked in there too. Now your turn, Fred.”
“My magic, my Elven magic, is something I grew up with. We all had to study the basics at school, and then some people go on to make a career out of it.”
Except I never had a choice of career, Fred thought, a gentle rage flickering out from his chest.
“Go on,” Chester said, nodding encouragement. “Magic may not have meant much to you back home, but here it may.”
“Well… there are all kinds of magic. Some, like Future Sight, come naturally to nearly everyone, and the only difference is how hard you practice. Other forms of magic require us to harness our emotions. Like that guy I took out in a car park the other day…”
“That was you, was it?” Dina gasped. “The Dragon Lord thought it might be a new arrival, but I didn’t know it was you. I’m impressed!”
“Bob wasn’t… He just told me off for using my magic…”
“Well, that’s why you’re here!” Chester interjected.
“The first stage is checking your control over your powers here. If you can target accurately and judge the force you need well, there’s a lot less to worry about.
The fact you managed to temporarily disable a man, rather than kill him, despite acting on a reflex, bodes really well for your magic use on Earth. ”
There was a lot more Fred could have said about magic, but he had had enough of talking.
“Do your worst!” Chester grinned, gesturing towards two pristine targets at the other end of the room.
“Go for it, big boy,” Dina said, licking her lips with the tip of her pointed tongue.
Fred drew in the lust he felt for Dina, the anger he had felt at how his father controlled his life, the joy of being with Cara, and rolled them around in his soul, adding depth and shaping them to his will.
He opened up his palms, and a burst of magic shot at the target, enveloping it.
The target disintegrated, leaving nothing but sparkling particles.
Those sparkling particles regrouped, throbbing and pulsing, and the target was back to its original, pristine condition.
“All of my equipment here is phoenix feather protected,” Chester grinned. “I haven’t found a magic that can defeat them yet.”
“It’s very annoying!” Dina said, sending a blast of flame straight from her mouth at the other target, turning it to cinders, which immediately built back up again into the same old, yet brand new, target. “This is not where I come when the urge to really destroy things hits me!”
“Don’t tell me anything I’d have to report!
” Chester warned her. “So, that’s the tour, really!
” he continued, turning his attention back to Fred.
“We might have got a bit more done if you’d arrived by seven, but I think you’ve made a good start.
Maybe next time we can check how you do with moving targets. ”
Dina pulled her wings in, and they vanished out of sight.
“I’ve had enough for one night too. Fred, walk me to my car.”
“Thank you! I’ll be back soon!” Fred said to Chester, as Dina took his hand and dragged him towards the exit.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Chester called after them, as they stepped out into the night.
Dina walked over to a tall, red car. Once her wings had folded in, the rest of her did too, making her shorter, but still tall for a human woman, which Fred had to remind himself she wasn’t.
“Come back with me tonight,” she said, climbing up into the driving seat, so that she was looking down on Fred. “I promise you, I’ll make it worth your while.”
She turned to face him and spread her legs wide, pulling her tiny shorts to one side to reveal her naked pussy.
“I know you want me. You wanted me right from the start.”
Fred’s phone started to buzz again. He pulled it out to see Cara’s happy face smiling up at him.
“There’s someone waiting for me,” he said. “I have to get going.”
“She doesn’t have to know. Just have a quick taste. I know you want to.”
Fred put his phone back in his pocket and stepped between Dina’s legs as they dangled out of the open car door. It felt wrong to keep Cara waiting, but it felt even worse to miss this opportunity.
His tongue quickly found her clit and he slid two fingers deep inside her. Her clit already throbbed under his tongue, and he pursed his lips to suck it right in.
“Oh Fred!” Dina moaned, grasping his hair in both hands, and throwing her legs over his shoulders.
He felt her muscles tighten around his fingers. Again that flash of pride. If he made Dina come now she would always be thirsty for more.
He sucked rhythmically on her clit, the intoxicating scent of her excitement filling his mind.
As she began to moan, his fingers picked up pace, until he was banging her as fast as he could.
Within seconds her pussy was pulsing around his fingers as her thighs twitched and her hips thrust into his face.
Fred took her legs down from his shoulders and stood straight again, his fingers still inside her.
“I have to go,” he said, sliding his fingers out, leaving Dina still gasping for breath. “You have my number.”
As he drove back home, Fred was glad that the Driving Draught meant he didn’t have to think at all about the road, apart from the occasional glance at the GPS. While his hands, feet and eyes drove the car, internally he was embroiled in a bitter debate.
Did he go too far with Dina, or not far enough?
Should he have left her alone, or gone home with her?
What would Cara think if he told her what had happened?
Should he tell Cara, and if so, when? Would she mind that his beard was smeared with the juices of another woman and his fingers smelt of pussy?
Would she know somehow, or ignore all the signs?
As the lift doors slid open, Cara called out “I’m in the living room! Come and find me!”
Fred’s worries were washed away by the beautiful sight of a naked Cara bent over the back of the couch, her legs and pussy wide and welcoming.
He pulled down his pants and slid straight in.
The moans that answered each thrust were the perfect palate cleanser after his encounter with Dina and the questions that had once filled his mind drifted away.