Dragon Touched

Author's Note: This story will cover a wide range of categories, but seeing as it involves alternate worlds and dragons and the like, it will be classified as Sci-Fi & Fantasy. Just know that there will be elements of NonHuman, Group Sex, Anal, BDSM, Toys, and likely others along the way, as well as being every kind of queer your heart could desire.

I am so appreciative of the warm reception Chapter 1 received. So, with that said, I hope you enjoy...

Chapter 2: The Rules

"We need to talk."

Caroline had texted Aubrey that thirty-six minutes ago, and had not received a response. She was still curled up on her bed, unable to really process exactly what was happening to her. Between Aubrey's horns, her own now-reptilian eyes, and Xix's appearance in her dreams, she figured

something

must be happening, but she didn't know what to do about it.

She nearly flew out of her bed when the silence was interrupted by a rap on the door.

"Caroline, are you in there?" Aubrey's soft voice filled her ears.

She slowly made her way over to the door, trying best as possible to flatten out the wrinkles in her outfit which had arisen from the last six hours of slumber. She opened it a crack.

"Hi," she said, meekly, "How did you get in here?"

"Joey let me in."

"Do they..."

"No, I haven't told them anything. Can I come in?"

Caroline opened the door, and, after Aubrey had entered, she quickly shut it again.

"I'm sorry I ran out on you like that, it's just..."

"I get it. This is overwhelming, and I was being rather forceful back at work, so let's try this another way."

Aubrey sat on the edge of the bed, patted it a few times, and continued, "Ask me any questions you have, at your own pace. I won't have all the answers, but I will do my best."

Caroline sat down next to her, and sighed, before beginning with something simple. "So, magic is real, huh?"

"Yes it is, and more prevalent than you'd think."

"Yeah, there was a customer with a tiny griffin before you got in this morning. How have I never seen anything like that before?"

"Well," Aubrey replied, taking off her beanie to reveal her horns again, "Some of us are able to hide in plain sight with some careful planning, but there are plenty of ways to get people to disguise something, make people immediately forget what they saw, or simply look the other way. Soon, you'll notice all sorts of things about the world which you hadn't noticed before."

"But why hide it? Why is the world not aware of magic?"

"It wasn't always this way. Historians like to say that there is often at least some kernel of truth in old myths, it just happens to be there is slightly more than they bargained for. That's not to say that the myths are all true, but the ancients were more right than we give them credit for.

"As far as I can tell, and I'm just telling you what others have told me, things changed a few hundred years ago. Magic started retreating. Less of it sprung up, and what did spring up started being persecuted."

"Witch trials?" asked Caroline.

"Still mostly paranoia and misogyny," Aubrey replied, "but as with the myths of old, there's a kernel of truth in there."

"So, why me? Why now?"

"That's what I was hoping you could tell me. What's happened?"

Caroline chose her words carefully. "There's a dragon named Xix who I've met in my dreams and who has talked about 'awakening' me, and how it has been trying to do so for some time."

Aubrey nodded. "Many of us have some sort of patron guiding our magic. We take on traits of our patron and they take on traits of ours when we bond. I met mine about five years ago, and soon after I got my horns. I became a hat person pretty quickly after that."

"And these bonds form how, exactly?"

"Well, it all depends. There are all sorts of bonds, and that seems to be the source of your power. A lot of magic users hundreds of years ago used worship, for example. The strongest ones were always the most devout. So all you need to do is figure out what the nature of the bond between you and Xix is."

Caroline steeled herself. She figured a moment like this would have to come. She'd known Aubrey for a while now, but its not like they were close enough to just openly talk about their sex lives. She tightened her core slightly, then released it, and plunged into the discomfort.

"Well, the relationship that Xix and I have is... intimate."

Aubrey's eyebrows raised slightly, "A romantic bond? Fascinating!"

Caroline could feel her face burning, "Not... exactly..."

For a moment, silence hung in the air as the implication set in.

Aubrey's reaction caught Caroline by complete surprise. She practically shouted, "Oh, thank all the gods of the highest heavens!"

Caroline frantically shushed her. "What the hell are you doing?"

Aubrey quieted slightly, but her voice was no less excited as she continued, "I thought I was the only one! A freak of the magical community! I thought my aspect was some sort of cruel joke!"

"Aubrey, I'm still very new to this, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't speak in riddles."

"Sorry! Sorry! It's just..." she trailed off, then started again, slightly calmer, "My patron is a polycule of satyrs, Caroline. I'm their fifth. Every other magician I've talked to has some high-minded bond with their patron, some shared interest or other, but my patron and I more or less just fuck."

"And you thought..." Caroline pointed at Aubrey's head, her face still feeling like it was submerged in a pool of lava, "Horny. Got it."

Aubrey sighed, "You have no idea how much of a relief it is to have another person like me out there."

"So, given this... unique... bond I have with Xix, does that mean my powers are powered by..." Caroline trailed off, still somewhat uncomfortable with the thought.

Aubrey finished the sentence. "Sex. Yes, your magic is powered by sex. So is mine."

Every muscle in Caroline's body felt tense. Her head was spinning. Not only was magic real, but the dragon she thought she'd made up was too. Not only that, but because up until a couple of hours ago the only interaction she'd had with the dragon was for it to ravage her body, in order to use magic, she had to have sex. What kind of messed up world was she living in?

"Hey, Caroline, I can see this is a lot for you right now. Talk to me. What's going through your head?"

"I can't believe that to use magic I need to..." she trailed off.

"It's okay to say it."

"That's easy for you to say!"

"Look, I know there is a lot of stigma in today's society around sex, but it really is okay. I can start."

Aubrey straightened her spine, cleared her throat and said authoritatively, "My magic is powered by sex, and that's okay."

Caroline let out a small giggle at Aubrey's faux-teacher voice.

"See," Aubrey said, "it's not so bad. You try."

Caroline sighed. "My... My magic is powered by... sex... and that's okay."

"Say it again."

"My magic is... powered by sex... and that's okay."

"Almost there. You just need to get comfortable with it."

"My magic is powered by sex, and that's okay."

"Now put some oomph behind it!"

"My magic is powered by sex, and that's okay!"

"Put a spin on it!"

"I need to..." she paused briefly, "I need to fuck to use magic."

"Good. Again."

"I need to fuck to use magic."

"One last time."

"I need to fuck to use magic!!!"

Caroline was panting. Aubrey had really gotten her worked up.

"How do you feel?" Aubrey asked, her voice quiet.

"Better," Caroline said, matching her tone.

For a few seconds, they simply stared into each other's eyes. Then, their heads started drifting closer. Caroline couldn't tell which one of them made the final move, but soon their lips connected.

Aubrey's lips were soft, and Caroline could swear she felt a small hum of satisfaction vibrate through them as they joined together. After all of the stress of the day, this gentle connection to her coworker caused her tension to melt away.

She felt as Aubrey's hands ran through her hair, gliding through their silky strands, and guiding her head every so slightly harder into Aubrey's. Caroline reached her arms around Aubrey's back and pulled herself in closer. Their bodies met in a tight embrace while Aubrey poked the very tip of her tongue into Caroline's mouth.

Caroline's cock was straining in her panties, and throbbing against Aubrey's thigh, who could certainly feel it. This was the first human action she'd gotten in some time, and it certainly didn't help that she'd just woken up from a nap. Her insatiable libido striking again.

That said, her arousal was being reflected directly back at her. Aubrey's tongue was now in full control of Caroline's mouth, exploring every inch while also holding Caroline's own tongue down. Caroline shivered as a single nail traced its way down her scalp and neck and across her shoulder. Suddenly, Aubrey broke mouth contact, and gently pushed Caroline down onto the bed before quickly pulling her sweater over her head.

Her skin was flawless, broken only by a palm-sized sun tattoo just under her rib cage. Her breasts were sizable, but fit her frame, perhaps 36C or D, and held in a simple blue bra, which was promptly thrown to the floor. Her nipples were small but very hard. She was, in a word, gorgeous.

Aubrey looked down into Caroline's eyes and grinned. "I've wanted this for so long," she murmured, "I've wanted

you

for so long."

Caroline's heart skipped a beat. She'd always found Aubrey attractive, but Aubrey had never let on that the feeling was at all mutual. She smiled back as their lips locked again. She moaned as Aubrey held her down, once again having her tongue fall to the merciless onslaught of Aubrey's. Just when the sensation was becoming too much, Aubrey backed off, and began to lightly kiss down her neck, just enough to tickle. Caroline squirmed.

"Shall we match?" Aubrey suddenly whispered in her ear. Caroline had just barely had the time to nod when Aubrey grabbed the bottom of Caroline's tank top and lifted it over her head. Compared to her new lover, Caroline cast a slight figure. She'd always been scrawny, and her transition hadn't changed that. She'd always thought that her chest would have changed more upon starting estrogen, but her 30A cup tits seemed like they were here to stay.

Aubrey, for her part, didn't seem to care. As soon as the top was off, Caroline was back to being pinned to the bed, and Aubrey's tongue was dancing around her left nipple. This was something Caroline had been grateful for. What her tits lacked for in size, they made up for in sensitivity. Even with the light touch Aubrey was applying now, Caroline was quickly subsumed by a tingling sensation all throughout her body. She began to involuntarily buck her hips.

"Somebody likes that," Aubrey purred, before switching her attention to Caroline's other nipple. Caroline threw her head back and let out a long, low moan. She was careful not to be too loud, because even though she knew Joey wasn't a prude, it still seemed like good practice not to bother them.

Still, keeping quiet was no easy task. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so horny. Aubrey seemed to know exactly what to do to push her buttons.

Then, just as that thought crossed Caroline's mind, Aubrey lightly bit her nipple, sending a wave of pleasure through her body, and causing her cock to jump in her panties.

"Well," Aubrey said, "it looks like I have one more thing to take care of."

With that, she shoved Caroline's skirt up over her chest, yanked down her panties, and licked the length of her cock, pausing briefly, and then sucking the tip into her mouth.

It was about all she could do to not cum immediately, but even still, she knew she would not be able to last for long. Even taking into account how long it had been since she'd had sex, Aubrey was really, really good at this. Her tongue gently caressed the tip of Caroline's cock, leading to Caroline releasing a low groan.

Aubrey managed to go about halfway down Caroline's shaft a few times before she felt herself pass the point of no return. "Aubrey..." she warned, but Aubrey just nodded and increased her pace.

A few seconds later, a large burst of cum hit the back of Aubrey's throat, then another, and another. Aubrey maintained the seal of her mouth around Caroline's cock for a few seconds to make sure she got everything, then she promptly swallowed, looking quite pleased with herself.

Caroline was no stranger to the sensation of orgasm, of course, but this felt different. She could have sworn it felt electric, like her entire body was filled with a lightning bolt which traveled through her veins with the beats of her heart. As it died down, the electrical sensation faded, but didn't fully subside.

"It's pretty great, isn't it?" asked Aubrey.

"Is this what magic feels like?"

Aubrey grinned as she rolled onto her side. "Yep. Welcome aboard."

Caroline said, "Do you want me to..."

Aubrey looked back expectantly. After a few seconds, she said, "Remember, this is the source of your power. You need to get comfortable with the language."

Caroline tried again, a little quieter, "Do you want me to make you cum, too?"

Aubrey ran her hand through Caroline's hair as she responded, "I'll take a rain check on that. You have had a tough day, and I get plenty of action. Right now, you need to get used to the feeling of a charge of magic in your body, because from now on, this is what life is like."

Caroline paused a moment as she felt the perpetual tingle through her limbs. "How do I use it?"

"Let's just take it one step at a time. Tonight, let's just make sure you don't accidentally hurt yourself."

"Tonight?"

"Oh!" Aubrey looked a little sheepish, "Sorry, I can leave if you want. I don't want to intrude! I just thought-"

Caroline gently placed her lips on Aubrey's. "Please, stay the night. Keep me safe."

She rolled over, and snuggled back into Aubrey and smiled.

* * *

Cristoph Bjornson had been deep in thought for three minutes. In that time he hadn't moved a muscle. Then, three minutes and two seconds into his turn, he suddenly moved his bishop and slapped the clock, writing down his move, then settling back into stillness. His unsettling sharpness in demeanor was famous among the chess community and was commonly considered to be one of his greatest advantages.

His opponent quickly took the bait, capturing the bishop, but leaving his queenside weak. Fourteen moves later, he resigned. Cristoph shook his hand, and felt a surge of electrical energy pass through his veins. As he walked backstage, he was greeted by his girlfriend, Jenna. "Congratulations," she said with a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you," he replied in his trademark bass voice, "Did you feel that surge too?"

His three-minute move normally wouldn't have taken him that long. He'd been about thirty seconds into considering his options when he felt a massive spike in magical energy across town, and he had had to spend about two minutes considering its implications before returning to his match."

"I did," replied Jenna, "Someone very powerful has just been inducted into our ranks. Someone who might pose us a challenge."

"I agree. We need to look into this. Discreetly."

"Should I call a meeting of the Congress?"

"No. Let's figure out who we're dealing with first. I don't want to appear weak if we don't have to. Get Vic to look into it."

She nodded and went to make the arrangements, while Cristoph turned to talk to the press about his game. He made sure to look suitably optimistic, after all, he was just two points away from winning the tournament. Even still, in the back of his mind, he had a twinge of worry. He'd been moving his pieces into place for years, and now, suddenly, just when he was about ready to make his move, a new player appeared.

He didn't like it.