What Did You Do Last Night

He grunted loudly as she slammed him up against the wall. Kiri had talked him into renting a room at this motel instead of going back to his place like he had suggested. She may have just entered her adulthood as a dragon but she was 250 years old and was enough of a fan of true crime stories that she wasn't going to the home of some random guy she just met at a club.

"Lose the pants. You said you liked it rough?" She tried to make her voice sound sensual, but it still came out as more of a growl.

The guy nodded enthusiastically and began undoing his belt. She pulled her red lace poster girl dress up and over her head revealing even more skin the color of dark, oiled mahogany. She let her fingers extend into short claws. "You said you like scratching?"

He replied with a breathy, "yes," as he briefly struggled to get his pants down past his swollen, rigid member.

"And biting?" Kiri just let the draconic growl loose in her voice rather than trying to control it. The man nodded again, the change in blood flow to his southern regions apparently affecting his ability to speak. Her aunt had left her to her own devices after they met that older man at the cocktail bar, and she was going to take full advantage of it. Anyway, Aunt Amahle and that guy, Ben she thought his name was, seemed to hit it off, so good for Aunt Amahle. According to Kiri's mother, her aunt hadn't taken any lovers in at least a century, if not more. Kiri returned her focus to the well-muscled young man in front of her, letting her eyes drop to his rather lengthy manhood, this was going to be fun.

She grabbed his shaft in one of her clawed hands and stroked it. She wrapped her other hand around his neck and squeezed lightly. "And choking?"

He nodded frantically, as much as he could, with her hand around his throat. Kiri stepped in closer as she continued to stroke him, feeling drops of pre-cum at the tip of his penis. She used her long forked tongue to lick his chest, tasting the saltiness of his sweat on his skin. She looked him in his eyes allowing hers to shift to their natural blazing red. Using the hand wrapped around his throat she pushed his now naked body back against the wall, "You don't get to come until I tell you,"

"Wh-what are y-you?" He stammered.

Kiri smiled widely revealing her fangs, "Someone about to show you a really fun night. Now worship me." She stopped stroking him and let go of his throat to run her claws across his chest just barely breaking the skin to release a few tiny drops of blood, before pushing him down to kneel in front of her.

He grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed strongly as he kissed her bare mound using multiple quick kisses to make his way to her jade gate. She rested her clawed hands in the short hair on his head as he began to kiss and lick her outer lips tracing their outline with the tip of his tongue. Kiri let herself relax her form slightly as his tongue sought her inner lips, fine scales erupting from the skin of her mound where public hair would be. His tongue slid between her inner labia going briefly into her opening before wandering towards her now swollen clitoris. Finding it he focused on it with business like up and down strokes with the tip of his tongue. Kiri let out a soft moaning growl as she relaxed further into the pleasure, While not the most creative, his ministrations were at least effective. He continued to squeeze and knead her ass while licking and kissing her clit, sucking and lightly nibbling on her lips every so often. She traced his neck and shoulders with the tips of her claws as she felt a pleasurable pressure building in her loins, another moan escaped from her dark, full lips. Finally, a wave of pleasure washed fully over her as she shut her eyes, feeling her vaginal muscles repeatedly contract with her orgasm.

Kiri grabbed his shoulders pulling the man to his feet. She grabbed his throat with her clawed hand again, pushing him towards the bed. She released his neck pushing him roughly back onto the motel bed. He had set two pairs of handcuffs on the nightstand beside the bed when they had first walked into the room. "Where are the keys to the cuffs?" She asked.

He didn't move from where she had pushed him onto the bed, "in my pants' pocket. Want me to tie you up?"

Kiri stood before him a naked dark goddess with blazing eyes, "I'm not the one getting tied up." Moving faster than any human could she snapped the cuffs around his wrists attaching him to the uprights of the headboard with his arms spread. "No, you're not the one in control here, I am."

She pulled loose a piece of the bedsheet and wadded it into his mouth before he could voice any objections. She raked her claws across his chest and down his thigh as she stood over him beside the bed. "Tonight you exist for my pleasure."

A muffled groan came from him as she pressed him more firmly into the mattress and climbed onto the bed. His member stood fully rigid and erect before her, the moisture of pre-cum glistening at the tip in the dim light coming in through the motel windows. She moved herself astride his legs and then bent down to surround both sides of his shaft with her forked tongue. She guided her tongue up and down his shaft from base to tip. Up and down, in smooth slow strokes while she listened to his muffled moans. She increased the pace of her tongue strokes and watched him squirm on the bed beneath her, pulling against his restraints. She slowed her pace again causing him to squirm even more, "getting close?"

His head nodded up and down vigorously. "I told you, you can't cum until I allow it,"

Kiri squeezed his balls hard in her clawed hand eliciting a muffled scream. She brought herself up along his body until her sex was resting on top of his shaft. She rocked her hips back and forth slowly letting his shaft rub against the outside her, her juices coating its length already damp from her tongue. Kiri raised herself on her knees and used the very tips of her claws to guide his member to her entrance. When she felt the tip of his glans against her labia, she slowly lowered herself onto him.

Rocking her hips back and forth as she rode him, she raked her claws across his chest again before allowing herself to fall forward against him to bite down on his trapezius muscle with her fangs. The salty metallic taste of his blood filled her mouth. She kept rocking her hips feeling him moving inside her. Raising herself upright, not stopping the steadily increasing pace of her hips, she put a hand around his throat. Blood welled up slowly from the bite and claw scratches covering his body. She felt him becoming stiffer and harder inside her as she squeezed, cutting off his breathing.

"Does this excite you? Me choking you as we fuck?" All Kiri got in answer was more muffled groans as the man's eyes rolled back in his head before coming back to focus on her.

She picked up the pace of her hips as she felt herself getting closer to orgasm. "Dragons don't fuck each other for pleasure. A male will only mount me when I'm gravid with a clutch of eggs, and even then the act only lasts long enough for fertilization."

She leaned forward and bit the man again using her fangs on his other shoulder but stopping before she drew blood this time. Another louder groan sounded out from him around the sheets stuffed in his mouth. "If we want to feel good, if we want to fuck, we need to use humans. Mmmmm..."

Kiri changed from rocking her hips back and forth to using her knees to move up and down along his considerable length. She was close, any moment now and she would have her pleasure again. Kiri squeezed his throat again and the movements of her hips reached a rapid frantic pace; she raked the claws of her other hand down his chest again. As her claws reached the beginning of his public hair, she felt his warm seed release inside her and then her own vision dimmed into sparks of light as her body released itself into ecstasy, muscles contracting against him pulling every drop into her.

She continued to sit atop him as she felt him growing softer inside her, not wanting to move and end this moment. This was why she insisted on coming out among the humans. She had overheard her mother and aunt talking about how pleasurable sex in human form was, and she had wanted that for herself. Now that she could finally take human form this was her entire goal for coming out. She still felt him inside her, now fully soft, but she still didn't want to move yet, even as she brushed her waist length braided locs behind her. The man finally got the sheets out of his mouth, "Could you tell me your name now?"

Kiri leaned forward and put a clawed finger against his lips, "I told you none of that. I came out to get fucked, and that was it. Now hold still, you're bleeding."

Kiri leaned back upright and started drawing the power in for her spell. She was still astride him, and he was still inside of her. She felt the power gathering in the center of her chest, adding a calm warmth to the chaotic blaze of her dragon fire. Her claws glowed gold around her dark mahogany skin as she released the spell into him. The bites and scratches all over his body closed rapidly, she felt him stiffen inside her and then the warmth of his cum releasing again. He groaned again as he came. This was why she hadn't moved from her position yet.

She felt him go soft again and finally got up off of him and the bed. The sheets were marked with blood from using her fangs and claws on him. Oh well, that was the hotel's problem, or maybe his, she had insisted on him paying for the room with his credit account. Wyrmgarth and now Teptlcoatl may have announced the existence of dragons to this world, but neither she, her mother, or aunt Amahle were quite ready to become truly public figures yet. The man started struggling against the handcuffs binding him to the bed. She released a second spell, and within seconds heard the man begin to snore quietly.

Kiri walked into the bathroom of the motel room, shut the door, and turned on the light. She could see in darkness perfectly fine, but why make the extra effort. She turned to admire herself in the mirror. Waist length dark braided lots, her mother's high cheekbones and full lips, while she wasn't as curvaceous as her mother and aunt, she still had breasts the size of small to medium apples, and wide hips below her narrow waist. The fine scales across her public mound shimmered in the light with a dark iridescence, she decided she liked that touch and would try to keep it as part of her human form. A small white drop of cum was slowly descending her inner thigh. She used a clawed finger to wipe it away and then quickly locked the finger clean with her forked tongue.

Two hundred and fifty years before she could take human form and enjoy this type of pleasure. Her mother and aunt had truly under sold the experience. The internet media feeds however.... Kiri could understand why humans seemed so obsessed with sex. She couldn't remember feeling this good, ever. She giggled briefly thinking of how confused the man would be waking up alone in the room.

Kiri turned off the bathroom light and stepped back into the main room. She picked up her discarded red poster girl dress and slipped it back on. She grabbed the black thigh-high boots she had ordered especially for tonight and put them back on, zipping them tight. Finally she grabbed the long jacket her aunt had insisted on along with her purse and phone. She sent a quick text to her friend Emily asking if she had made it home ok. She was about to send a text to her aunt when she heard her aunt's voice in her head, "I hope you had fun, just checking that you're safe and well."

Kiri sent a mental reply knowing the spell would carry it to her aunt, "Next time just use your phone. I'm fine and heading home now."

She looked around the room; the man was still handcuffed to the bed, his pants crumpled on the floor so she walked over to retrieve the keys from his pockets. She unlocked one of his hands and dropped his keys on his now healed chest. Then she turned and left the room walking out into the night, or more likely very early morning at this point. The high heels of her boots made a sharp clack against the pavement as she walked. The hotel was in a run-down section of town surrounded by boarded up businesses that probably hadn't been active since the great dying, when humans had almost made themselves extinct.

She still wasn't sure why her mother and aunt had decided to move here to America from their home in South Africa. Yes, Teptlcoatl had announced this would be a safe place for magical beings when that elf responsible for Kahentorehtha's death had been killed and the feathered dragon appointed that Archmage to be a liaison between species not yet recognized by the human governments and the humans. But they were dragons, they should rule this world. Then again, neither Teptlcoatl nor Wyrmgarth seemed interested in that sort of power. And she smiled thinking about her experiences of this night, humans were decidedly fun. Maybe she should collect a stable of young endowed men to use whenever she felt the need.

"Stop right where you are and turn around slowly."

The deep, forceful voice interrupted her thoughts. She turned around to see six men standing behind her. Five had guns drawn, and the streetlights reflected off of dermal plating and cybernetic limbs. The glowing aura of active spell casting surrounded the last of the men.

"Don't fucking move, bitch, or we open fire."

The armored man in the center stepped forward as he spoke, while the mage moved further to the side and back.

"Jayce get the bindings on her. Kyle, what are we looking at?" He spoke crisply, like someone well accustomed to giving orders. One of the armed men swiftly walked up to her, never letting his gun point away. He held a pair of glowing straps in his offhand, arcane bindings.

While bullets were like a bee sting if she was in dragon form enough could still kill her, that was how Kahentorehtha had died, a hail of sustained gunfire. She was also in her human form currently, the transformation would take time she did not have, and ruin her new clothes, which was a silly consideration but she had spent hours picking these out online, transforming multiple times in front of her mother and aunt so they could measure her for sizes as her human form stabilized. She felt the bindings tighten around her wrists; the enchantment spreading over her like a cold, biting frost, chilling her internal fire.

"She's a dragon," the mage finally spoke, magic still sparked from his hands, showing he was still holding a spell ready.

Kiri looked around, there was no one else besides the men, they were already too far from the hotel to be easily visible.

"Bring the van around." The one who seemed in charge ordered. The man who had put the bindings on her was already lined back up with the rest of them, holding her purse with her phone in it.

Her shoulders were aching from her hands being bound behind her back. Unfortunately, she did not know her aunt's sending spell to send a message without her phone. She heard the whine of an electric motor as the van pulled up beside her.

"Get her in the van, we've got a payday coming from this one." Two of the men walked forward grabbing her arms to force her into the vehicle while the rest kept their guns on her.

*************

Ben looked over at Amahle in her short jacket, tight off-white cashmere sweater, and jeans that looked painted on. He felt himself hardening again just looking at her, but this wasn't a woman, this was a dragon. He was still having difficulty wrapping his mind around that.

"You seem to be handling all this well. I was worried you would panic when you saw me in my true form this morning." Her voice was melodic, as she spoke.

"Honestly, I think I was too hungover this morning to fully grasp it, and now, I think I'm just in shock," Ben replied.

He felt his raggedy sweatshirt, patched jacket, and worn jeans made him look shabby compared to Amahle. He still couldn't get over how beautiful she was in this form. But he needed to focus, her niece hadn't made it home, and he agreed to look for her. Amahle smiled at him, they were almost at the cocktail bar, where he had met them both originally. Supposedly, it was run by a pair of demons but he wasn't entirely sure about that. He just liked this place because they were a combination bar and coffee shop. The name was kind of weird though "Capulus Et Mixta Bibit." Supposedly that was like Latin or something for "coffee and mixed drinks."

The bartender was an olive-skinned man with a healthy scruff of stubble and attractive conventional good looks. Across the room at the coffee counter was a woman with pale olive skin, a little more than moderately conventionally attractive with distinctive feminine curves.

"Ardat!" Amahle called out running over to the coffee counter, "my favorite demon."

Ben just stopped, stunned. He had met Ardat and Idlu briefly when he had visited the shop occasionally, but though they were both extremely attractive and very charismatic, he never thought there was anything special about them. He looked around the shop; it was actually empty except for the four of them. The lighting was subdued coming in through the tinted windows. There seemed to be no trace of last night's crowds or his debauchery.

"Amahle Ukuphuma Kwelanga, I see you with someone, did you have fun last night? I hope you did. It's been what, a century or so you've had an empty bed?" The woman behind the coffee counter was speaking to Amahle, and Ben had never seen dark brown skin, the color of oiled and polished wenge wood, turn so red, so fast.

"Yes, I had an enjoyable night, and morning if you must know, but I came about Kiri, my niece. Also, no need to hide in front of Ben, I um, shifted to my natural form during the night, so he knows." Amahle replied, her face slowly returning to its normal coloration.

Both the woman behind the coffee counter and the man behind the bar seemed to shimmer and then he saw them both with horns and wings. The man had ice blue skin and white-blue hair with glowing red eyes, his body looked like it was ripped from the cover of a romance novel despite his almost monstrous features. The woman was various shades of green with almost neon green hair and exceptionally large cattle-like horns that seemed to almost glow like her brilliant green eyes, her body seemed to be an idealized version of the female human form. While Amahle was beautiful, this woman, demon, just oozed sexuality, both her and the man.

Ben felt a hand on his shoulder, the bartender was standing right next to him. Ben felt his inhibitions slipping away and felt himself becoming aroused simply by the man's touch.

"I'm Idlu, and the woman over there is Ardat, it's a pleasure to meet you Ben. Amahle is a friend of ours." he turned to face Amahle, "Now, how can we help with your niece?"

Amahle put a hand on Ben as the man let go of him, and he felt a spreading warmth feel his body. The usual aches and pains exacerbated by the hangover he was still feeling faded in intensity. The overwhelming allure of the two demons also seemed to lessen as the warmth of Amahle's touch filled him. Amahle then guided him to one of the tables and pushed him into a chair, whole motioning for the two demons to join them.

Once everyone was seated Amahle began speaking, "So I came here last night with my niece Kiri and her friend Emily. After Kiri met Ben here she introduced us, and Ben and I got talking, she went to the club down the road, to meet as Ben stated a more age appropriate person. I spoke to her with a sending spell this morning before sunrise, and she stated she was on her way home. Not very long ago, I got a call from my sister that Kiri never made it home."