What Did You Do Last Night

What Did You Do Last Night, Part 3

Ardat led Ben and Amahle through the backroom of the shop. Past boxes of liquor and cups and other supplies for the coffee counter, Ben saw a bedroom setup. The bed was enormous, with clean, luxurious looking sheets. The heavy wooden headboard had slots carved into it that looked like they could be used as attachment points for various types of restraint. The walls were covered with items, Ben recognized the riding crops and several dildos, but he was not familiar with the rest of the items. It honestly looked like every variant of every sex toy imaginable and a few new ones were represented on the shelves.

"I know you two are worried about Kiri, and we will find her. Also, Ben, I'm sorry. We were testing you by not controlling our auras. I consider Amahle a friend, and don't want to see her hurt. By the way, you resisted us wonderfully." Ardat smiled, back in her olive skinned human form. Amahle simply glared at her, her eyes blazing the draconic red Ben had seen of his first awakening this morning.

Amahle sighed, the furrows in her brow, and hardness in her eyes releasing. "Are you sure about this? We really should focus on Kiri."

Ardat smiled, "it's going to take Idlu a few minutes to make his calls, and while I can't say your man had no desire for Idlu and I, since we can't actually create desire, just amplify what already exists, he behaved wonderfully. If you don't want to reward him for that I certainly would with your permission."

Ben's mind was still reeling, so the almost overwhelming desire was just a test!? He wasn't sure how to feel about that. It had taken every bit of his willpower to resist even with the help he had gotten from Amahle. "Why do I feel used, now?" Both women laughed.

Amahle pushed him into a chair beside the bed, "I think Ardat was just being protective, as she said it's been a while for me. But you deserve a reward, would you like her to join us?"

Ben just continued to stare in confusion for a minute, before finding his voice. "Only if you both are okay with that."

Ardat flowed back into her demonic form, her clothes vanishing. Amahle pulled her sweater off over her head releasing her breasts to the cool air in the back of the shop. Ben's body strained against his clothing again, Amahle's hand on his belt. Ardat stroked his face with her hand before grabbing him by the beard and turning his head to look at her. "Would you like this form or another? I could be a man if you want, or I could even look like Amahle if you prefer."

Amale looked up at her as she pulled Ben free of his jeans. "No feeding on him."

Ben swallowed as he felt Amahle's forked tongue surrounding his shaft, again. Looking at Ardat. "That form is fine."

Amahle began to suck and lick his member with all the enthusiasm of earlier that morning, and Ardat pulled his hand to one of her breasts. While Amahle felt unusually warm to the touch, Ardat felt cooler than a normal person should. He let his hand explore the feeling of the soft green flesh, his mind split between using his thumb on Ardat's hardening nipple and the warm moisture of Amahle's mouth and tongue on his manhood. Ardat bent forward to kiss him while Amahle continued, he felt the demon's long round tongue exploring his lips, tongue, and mouth. A wave of pleasure ran through him, causing him to shudder involuntarily. Amahle increased the speed of her mouth, sucking on his shaft, bringing her lips all the way to the base; he felt his tip touching the back of her throat. Ardat was lightly running her claws all over his chest, underneath his shirt, as she kept kissing him without stopping.

Finally, Ardat broke away from his mouth and she pulled Amahle up facing her. She brought Amahle in for a deep kiss, her green breasts pressing against Amahle's dark brown flesh. A clawed hand, he wasn't sure whose, continued to stroke him while the two gave each other attention. He wasn't sure when Amahle had taken her own jeans off but she was naked before him as was Ardat. Ardat's tail stroked along his legs in time with the hand caressing him along his length.

Amahle walked behind the chair holding his shoulders while Ardat stood before him, wings spread wide behind her, her green form open to his inspection. Apart from the hair on her head, she was completely hairless. Her breasts were larger than Amahle's, her areolas were large, a dark forest green against the light green of her demonic skin. She mounted him as he sat there sliding down him with a smooth motion. She pressed her mouth against his for another deep kiss as her hips rocked against him. He felt the firmness of her breasts pressed against him, the coolness of her skin contrasting with the warmth of Amahle's hand on his shoulders holding him steady while Ardat rode him. Her tail came up to stroke his face while he felt the slick tightness of her sex around his manhood.

She kept a steady rhythm of movement while she explored his body with her hands and tail. Ben felt the touch of Amahle's soft lips against his ear. "I want you to cum for her, it's okay."

As Amahle spoke, Ardat tightened her muscles around his shaft. The squeezing put him over the edge, and he felt himself release into her. Ardat smiled as she continued rocking her hips; the motion matched with the pulses of his ejaculation and the contractions of her muscles against him. Finally, after what he felt was the longest orgasm of his life, Ardat left his lap. "Now it's Amahle's turn."

A clawed hand fondled his balls, and he felt a warmth coming through them. While he had gone soft after cumming, he felt himself hardening again. Looking down briefly and he saw himself more rigid and larger than he ever remembered being. Amahle grabbed him with her hand guiding him into her, as she took the spot Ardat had just left. Amahle lowered herself onto him slowly, hesitatingly almost making a teasing game of letting him inside her dripping, warm sex.

After lowering herself onto him partway, retreating, and then lowering herself onto him even more before retreating again, several times, Ben was finally fully inside Amahle. Her exceptional warmth filled him from where her skin touched his. Ardat's hands were cool on his shoulders as he felt Amahle's moist warmth move along his length. Her forked tongue reached out to lick his face briefly before she pulled herself into him for yet another passionate kiss.

This blessed dark goddess with red hair and eyes was the only thing in the universe to him at this moment. He felt waves of pleasure rolling through his body as she increased the pace of her movement. As Amahle continued to ride and kiss him, her arms keeping him in a tight embrace.

"Why don't we give him what he was fantasizing about a little while ago.?" Ardat asked in a voice that was little more than a seductive whisper.

Amahle stopped for a moment and left Ben's lap, pulling him to standing. She kissed him again, and he felt her tongue exploring the inside of his mouth, she bit his lips playfully as she pulled away, using her hand to point his head towards Ardat. She was still in her green demonic form, with her idealized breasts, but her hands were rubbing lube on an erect cock she had seemingly grown while standing there. Ardat walked up to him stroking down his back with her claws, lightly. "I can feel your desire for this, let me help you explore this side of yourself."

Ardat sat on the chair, and Amahle pushed Ben down onto Ardat's lubed shaft. There was a moment of pain as Ardat's cock slid into his ass, but the pain was only brief, and replaced by an intense feeling of fullness and pleasure. Ben felt his cock becoming even harder with the sensation. As he settled into Ardat's lap, feeling her member inside him, and her breasts pressing against his back, Amahle mounted him again, facing him.

Ben felt himself being penetrated even while Amahle enveloped him. The sensation only enhanced the pleasure with a feeling of fullness as he felt his prostate receiving direct stimulation, making him even harder as Amahle continued to ride him, rocking her hips to slide along his cock, as Ardat pressed into him bouncing him up and down her stiff member.

"Do you like the feel of me inside you?" Ardat's voice whispered in his ear, "I want to keep you nice and hard for our dragon."

Ben nodded as much as he could without breaking his kiss with Amahle. Suddenly she broke the contact of their lips and leaned back; he felt her vaginal muscles contracting against him in pulsing waves. This pushed him over the edge again, and he felt the cum shooting out of him into Amahle. Ardat's member moved within him applying even more stimulation, and as soon as his ejaculation stopped, her cock in his ass caused it to happen again. His vision faded as his only conscious sensation was the pleasure of cumming again, and again. Amahle didn't move, staying atop him, letting him empty himself into her, until exhausted, he felt Ardat's length exit him, and his member grow soft inside Amahle.

Amahle kissed him again. "Once we find Kiri, we'll be doing this again, so I can thank you properly." With that she left him to get her clothes back on, a few drops of cum running down her thigh. Ardat stopped her before Amahle got her pants all the way up, to lick her thighs clean, before transforming back into her own fully dressed human form. Ben found himself unable to focus away as that was happening until Ardat was once again a clothed olive skinned woman with dark hair.

Ben quickly pulled his pants back on, as Amahle dressed. Together they walked back into the main room of the shop where Idlu was waiting for them.

"Now that everyone's had a second to enjoy themselves, I have news. A man was found at the Golden Roof Motel, locked to a bed a few hours ago. Apparently while the keys were left beside him, they fell out of his reach. The motel's security cameras showed a dark-skinned young woman with waist length braids leaving that room earlier. The man and woman had entered the room together, but she left alone. If I'm not mistaken that sounds like your description of Kiri's human form."

Amahle nodded as he spoke. "We've got no video from cameras or drones of her movements after that, but that's a largely abandoned industrial area with little coverage," Idlu continued.

Taking a second to clear his throat Idlu went on, "According to our friends Will and Inx, there's a group of 'The Sons of America' hunting in the area."

Ben had heard of this militant hate group before, they wanted the removal of all non-humans from the United States. "Wait, Will and Inx? Are you talking about Will Parker, the supposed archmage of Abya Yala?"

Idlu, Ardat, and Amahle all nodded in the affirmative. Idlu added, "If you hang around here long enough, you might even meet Will and the girls. He still likes to come in for a large red-eye coffee whenever he's in town. Aiko, that catfolk he's often seen with used to work here. But anyway, when Teptlcoatl went public, it became known that the parietal eye of a dragon was one ingredient of the legendary elixir of life. The Sons fund their operations through a combination of donations, and hunting magical creatures for the body parts that can be sold."

Amahle spoke up, "Kiri doesn't have a third eye, none of our lineage do."

"Wait, what's a parietal eye? I'm sorry, I know computers, not magical beings," Ben said.

Amahle, put a hand on Ben's shoulder again as she stood beside him, "Some dragons have a third eye in their foreheads that detects light quality, think of it like a type of altimeter that gauges height by the amount of free UV light in the atmosphere. Not all dragons have these. I don't, my sister Amandla doesn't, and Kiri doesn't. However, I doubt these Sons of America know that."

Idlu addressed Amahle, "You stated you spoke to Kiri with a spell early this morning, could you do so again?"

Amahle shook her head, "I won't have another casting until tomorrow. Yet another way technology has exceeded magic. I doubt they let her have her phone, and calls are just going to her voicemail."

Ardat stroked her chin thoughtfully, "I know you and Amandla were training Kiri as a dragon scholar, but is she also learning how to be a clawdancer like her mother?"

Amahle nodded, "Yes, but she's only barely started that training."

Ben decided it was time for him to chime in, "it would probably help if we went to the hotel she had been at and then tried to retrace her route. We might find something that will give us an idea, where we might be able to find her."

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Kiri sat still in the back of the van, they hadn't driven for more than a few minutes but she had no view of the outside from where she was sitting. The arcane bonds still had her hands bound behind her back. She had dressed for going out, not fighting, even with her long coat she was feeling the cold coming through her minimal poster girl dress, and it wasn't like the thigh high stiletto boots she was wearing were designed for warmth. While dragons produced more body heat than humans and were a bit more cold resistant than humans, she was still starting to feel the chill of the day in the unheated back of the van.

Four of the men were back here with her, including the one that seemed to be their leader. While it looked like most of them had at least tactical dermal plating, only the leader seemed to have any additional augments. The leader had an obviously prosthetic arm, but that was all she could see past their paramilitary looking outfits with prominent United States flag patches, the old 20th/21st century flag. While her legs were unbound, her boots were not exactly weaponized, and the arcane bonds were preventing her from shifting form or accessing her spells.

No one was using names to address each other and all the men were keeping silent. Jayce, the one who had put the bonds on her was driving and Kyle, the mage was up in the van's front with him. All four men had their weapons out and ready, so the best she could do would be to play along, at least until she was out of the van.

"Quit staring at me you scaly bitch," said the leader. Kiri lowered her eyes. If she could just find a way out of the bonds, she would happily rip everyone in the van to shreds. Provided they didn't just shoot her to death in the process. Her family weren't large dragons, but the back of the van was still too small for her to fully transform.

"As soon as we get a buyer, I'll personally enjoy cutting your third eye out of your head and letting your body rot. This world is for humans, you magical filth don't belong here."

So that's what this was about, this was the same thing Kahentorehtha had been killed for, supposedly a dragon's parietal eye could be used for magic. The problem was she didn't have a parietal eye. Neither did her mother nor her aunt. These idiots probably didn't realize there were multiple species and subspecies of dragons. If she told them she didn't have a third eye, they might simply just kill her outright.

One man lifted the bottom of her dress with the tip of his gun, "Hunh, she's got scales down there instead of hair, figures."

Kiri tried to keep her anger in check at that humiliation, but maybe she could get them to relax a little. Turning to the one who had lifted her dress, "maybe you would like to get a closer look?"

Pain blossomed across her face, she hadn't even seen the men's leader move, but his cybernetic arm was up. "That's enough degeneracy from you."

At that moment the van came to a stop, and the rear panel lifted. Jayce and the mage were standing there already. Kyle, the mage, was holding her purse as he stood there. The leader pointed his gun at her head, "Out now."

Kiri slid along the bench seat towards the back of the van before stumbling out. A week of practice and she was still less than steady on these heels. More old industrial buildings surrounded them so this could either be the same part of town or another one, there was no real way for her to tell by looks. Jayce, Kyle, and the group's leader started walking away towards a cinder block and corrugated metal structure just a few yards away. She felt the barrel of a gun poking into her back, "Start walking now."

The voice was from the same one that had peeked under her dress. She began walking slowly following where the first three of the men had been headed. Passing through a small door she entered a corridor flooded with LED lighting from overhead revealing the unfinished block walls. The men behind her kept their guns raised as they marched her through the corridor. Finally, they stopped her in front of a heavy steel door with a keypad beside it. One man entered a code which she could not catch and then she was shoved roughly inside the room.

The walls were bare and the overhead LED light was recessed into the ceiling. There was a metal toilet and sink combination against the far wall like in a jail, and there was a cot along the wall to her right. Two of the men remained outside the room with their guns on her. The man who had lifted her dress in the van followed her into the room.

"Stand still and face the back." He kept his voice clipped, and she heard the click of a pocket knife opening, "I'm going to take the bonds off, and then you need to strip. The cell is warded so don't think of doing anything reckless, scales. I had this blade enchanted just for creatures like you, and the boys here will open fire if they even think you're about to do something stupid."

Kiri felt the bonds release from her wrists, and the point of the knife press against the back of her neck. Closing her eyes, she tried to sense any magic around her. Sure enough, she felt some light enchantment from the blade, and much heavier enchantments in the surrounding walls. She carefully shrugged off her coat letting it fall to the floor. Cautiously she unzipped her boots to pull them off as well. Once her boots were off, she felt one of the man's hands settle around her neck, and the cool metal of the knife slide down her back cutting away her dress. As the dress fell to the floor she was shoved again, roughly, falling onto the cot, which squeaked in protest. Turning over she saw the man grab her clothing from the floor, and then exit, the door slamming shut behind him.

Fuck!

She had no idea where she was and even though she could access her spells, none of them would help her contact her aunt or mother, even if they could get through the wardings of the room. The entire room was maybe 2 meters wide by 2 and a half meters long. She could touch the ceiling simply by raising her arm, and her human form wasn't even overly large. Yes, she made sure her human form was a little taller than average but not by much. There were purely human women, and even a few elves that were naturally taller than this form.

She felt the cool air move across her bare skin. It was warmer here than it had been in the van, but not by much. There wasn't even a pillow or blanket on the cot, there was simply nothing. Kiri sat down on the cot rubbing her wrists where the bonds had been. She shifted her fingers into claws and then back; she did the same with her now bare toes shifting them into small sharp talons. This at least gave her some options. Her breath wouldn't work unless she could fully transform and this cell, her mind had cemented around this being a jail cell not a room, did not give her enough room to take her true form. She put her head in her hands as she sat on the cot, tears forming.

There was a small wire reinforced window in the door, and she could see one man standing outside, still the one that had lifted her dress in the van, maybe she could work with this. He seemed like he might be interested in the supposed degeneracy, his leader spoke about. If she could just get him to turn around, maybe she could entice him into the cell. She lay back on the cot, one hand near her crotch, and one near her breast. Maybe if she let him see her pleasuring herself, it would entice him to come into the cell.