And then he felt it, a cooling touch creeping down his bare chest as much as he shrank back and away from it, eyes wide and wild. His tail thrashed but there was no fighting it as that strange presence trickled down his scales, teasing and flirting, seeming to explore his body like a pair of paws would. But there was something strange about the sensation too even as it crept down to the waistline of his jeans, seeming to toy with his belt, the fluttering of feathers brushing his stomach as the shape of something, or even someone, slowly discerned itself before his very eyes.
Silver could not have anticipated it but that did not stop the shimmering form of an owl, glittering with white and blue as if she had no substance at all, from taking form with him, swirling into existence like a breath of air embodied. Her edges shimmered but she was clearly a barn owl even though he noticed too that she was not only a she, despite the fluff of feathers covering the rise of her breasts. He could not have said why, not even as he took an uncertain step back, but her maleness too jutted out from her crotch, testes held internally while her slender, pink length ached for something that he did not think that he could give.
What was happening? His head swam and he tilted it, knocking into the wall and a painting that had already been hanging askew. Breath raked through his lungs with icy daggers of claws and he shook himself, knowing that he had to come to his senses, had to think, had to breathe, even if he could not explain what or who was standing right there before him, floating and whispering, her clawed feet not even touching the floor.
"I came for you," the owl-thing whispered, paws clutched to her chest, eyes shimmering without any pupils. "You called me, Silver... Don't you remember."
The dragon gulped. She raised her arms, layered with feathers that would make up her wings, but he did not step into them, even though the effect and effort of the gesture was quite clear. She made it sure what she wanted from him and yet he backed away, holding up his paws, clutching at straws, head pounding and searching for the only sensible answer that he could give her in a moment where nothing, nothing at all, made any kind of sense.
"I don't even know who you are..."
And that should have been reason enough for the drake to push her away, even if she did not have a body that he could see or feel in any normal way. It should have been enough to tell her, the ghost or owl or whatever she truly was, that he was not the one that she was looking for, that he couldn't give her that what was what she wanted.
But...the owl persisted. Her wings and hands trailed down his front, backing him up to that little rickety bed under the cover of darkness, desperate for something that not even he thought he could provide her with. He didn't know her name and she pressed herself up against him, seeming to have a body and not at the same time -- a truly confusing sensation in itself! But his willpower was apt to wane and something about her pulled at his heartstrings, wanting to take her into his arms, hold her close, play the part of something or someone that, at some point, she must have lost.
Where had that thought come from? She was on him, straddling his hips, pulling at his belt, his jeans sliding down -- how did she move so quickly? Her beak pressed to his lips and he caught himself kissing her back, a low, tiny moan breaking from his lips as he tried to run his paws down her back and yet only found the lightest sensation of feathers, not holding the weight of his physical touch even then. But she channelled her physical form, what she could hold and tease, into her wings, curling the hand-like tips of them around his shaft, pumping and stroking, teasing him to full hardness as she had known, in her former life, that she was able to bring males to over and over again. There was something to fall back on there, at least, and Silver groaned, shaking his head, though getting to grips with what was happening no longer seemed like it was any kind of a possibility at all.
No... Silver sank back, something in him pulling for her even as she stroked and caressed his cock, those feather-light touches something entirely new to him. It was as if he simply was not capable of resisting her as he grunted and rocked his hips, moaning lightly, her beak brushing his lips, his cheek, his muzzle, down the line of his jaw. It was one of the only other parts of her that he could actually feel, even though his paws had nowhere to go as they slipped through the ether of her as if there was no substance to her being at all.
Here or not... There was a question there that had to be answered but he nosed into her breasts, the emotion of her pouring over her, a lover lost, something slipping away. Memories and snatches of her past, whoever she was, brushed his mind, seeing a fox walking away, her heart, his heart, sinking down and down and down. The image of the very cabin that he was in, but in summer. Her cock pressed up against his, the hermaphrodite mourning what was lost, reliving what should have been hers all that time ago, the time to act then passed but the time to be with Silver luxuriously there for her, however she pleased.
