Sasha turned off the satellite uplink she had been using to both track and communicate with Darryl, then slowly laid her head down on the desk in his room and started to scream into a pillow. What kind of total fucking moron
was
she, exactly? Here she was, sitting on a hair trigger pussy that needed a big, fat dragon dick, with her boyfriend about to fly back home form a successful, if dangerous mission, and what had she done? Had she said:
Sure, come right back home and fuck my fucking brains out?
No! She had told him to bring back a fucking
princess
.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!" Sasha snarled, slamming her head into the desk. The pain did help her think slightly straighter. A part of her remembered that she was still kind of ticked off at Darryl for fucking around on her. Another part of her was trying to figure out how to get this op under something close to control, now that Xia was in the
know
, so to speak. And a third part of her was kind of happy that Darryl could help the princess. What had her name been? Aliya?
The fourth part of her was wondering how the hell her life had gotten to this point anyway. She hadn't even been supposed to
talk
to Darryl when she had been assigned to keep tabs on him at their old high school. But...he had been so dreamy. She sighed, quietly, leaning on her knuckles, kicking her old self for an idiot.
Oh, it's fine to date him, he's just a dragon hunter. We're just trying to figure out what exactly the old dragon hunter organizations know about dragons, it's not like this could go wrong. Oh, and it's the best way to get a tracking implant into him.
Fucking-
The door to the room rattled. Thumped. And then a bluff, cheery voice came through it: "Oi! Darryl! I'm here to pick your brain!"
"And now Geotaxis has showed up," Sasha muttered, throwing her hands up. She sighed and then stood. She closed her eyes, centered herself, then walked over to the door. Opening it, she saw that Geo was still in his draconic form - which wasn't a huge shock. What was a huge shock was the look on his face as he saw her. He was wearing the tiny backpack that dragons used in lieu of pants and pockets to carry their odds and ends, and nothing else. That meant Sasha got to put her NSA training through another rigorous test...and...
Well.
Geo was
big
. Black. Exuded a kind of masculine strength, mixed with a delicious if infuriating kind of 'asshole charisma.' Like a jock douchebag. Or a biker. Or the man a girl'd fuck behind her sweet boyfriend's back. He was the star of a thousand and one cuckolding stories without even trying. But as Sasha jerked her eyes from his thick, dark red cock to his eyes, she saw a look of concern on his face.
"You okay?" he asked.
"What? Yeah," she said, shocked beyond belief.
"Well, I mean, you're acting all normal," he said, nodding. "Darryl told me before he went off to PE that you were doing a roleplay where you're acting like a regular human girlfriend. But you look like you're five seconds away from getting cockhungry for little-Gee down here."
'Little?" Sasha asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Ayyyy," Geotaxis laughed, lifting up his hand for a fist bump. Sasha bumped back, then shook her hand slightly while drawing it backwards. "Okay, that's more like it! You're good at roleplaying like we're both humans!"
"Thanks," Sasha said, though she actually found it
harder
to not bend over the bed and beg for Geo to fuck her brains out now that he wasn't acting like
quite
a jock docuhebag. She shook her head, walking over and flinging herself onto the pile of gold that served as a bed. The coins
clinked
and rattled as she settled herself into place. "So, what brings you here, G-Dawg?"
"Well, S-man," he said, leaning on the door. "I heard that Darryl was having a hard time with mathimagical stuff, and I figured we could have a hard time together. But...I mean, I figured he'd be back now. PE is easy as pie." He nodded.
"Who was yours?" Sasha asked. Intelligence gathering and small talk had a weird amount of overlap.
Geo grinned, then reached into his backpack. He tugged out a manila folder and tossed it at Sasha. She took it and flipped it open, her eyes widening. "Butbutbubut
she's
not a princess!" she squeaked, sounding shocked.
"First families count," Geo said.
"Her dad hasn't been President for a
year
!"
Geo made a loud pffftthbhbbth sound with his tongue. "She was fun. I always think college aged princesses are the best - riiight when they get feisty!"
"I..." Sasha shook her head. "I'd hate to be in the secret service
that
morning. Uh. Wow. Uh..." She blinked, her brow furrowing as she looked at the papers. "Wait a fucking second..." She started to thumb through the papers. There were a lot of details that she had
never
wanted to know about this particular, ah, subject. But there were also a lot of details she
recognized.
It looked like the kind of standard security stuff that any kind of intelligence operation would gather. Security, human resources, kit, natural surroundings. There was even an entire dossier on possible firearms kept in the house. She compared that, mentally, with the dossier that Darryl had been given before heading into Tjuristan.
"And yes," Geo said, cheerily. "She
was
tight as a vice."
"
Dude
!" Sasha squealed. "
Tee em fucking eye
!"
"Sorry, sorry," Geo said, lifting his hands. "Dang, though, you're
amazing
at roleplaying."
"Thanks," Sasha said, biting her lip. "Geo, you were sent to a place in the United States. Uh, did you know where other people were sent?"
"Well, I mean, we're all first years, so the PE can't be further than Britain," Geo said, nodding. "Why?"
"Darryl was sent to the middle east. To Tjuristan." Sasha frowned deeply as she saw Geo's eyes bug out of his head.
"Whaaaaaaat?" He asked, his tail slapping the wall hard enough to leave cracks. "Dude! Tjuristan has been off the lists even for
seniors
! A white dragon who was sent there on his senior year almost
died
. It took him three
years
to regrow his wings. I mean, he was just a white, but still, the Dragon Council put the kibosh on anyone going there, like, immediately."
Sasha frowned. "Geo..." She said, her voice soft. "How do you feel about spying on your PE teacher?"
Geo rubbed his chin. He considered. "Do we get to make him look bad?" he asked, grinning.
"Oh, we're going to do way more than make him look
bad
if my hunch is right," Sasha said, standing up. Geo's grin was fierce. He lifted up his arm and, as if they were old buddies, Sasha reached forward and slapped her hand into his hand.
They both flexed.
"Predator was such a rad movie, wasn't it?" Geo whispered.
"Totally," Sasha said, nodding.
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The broad sweep of the mountains - Darryl wasn't sure if he was in the Alps or in some different mountain range that was near to but not actually the Alps - provided a breathtaking view. Literally, in that he had to sit there, gasping for a few moments while, behind him and about twenty feet to the left, Aliya was splashing water in her face. He could see the distant glimmer of a city nestled in the valley, the glow visible in the fading purple and blacks of pre-dawn light. He had completely lost track of where he was. He just knew that he had to keep going west, taking a break before and after the big old ocean, and then he'd be in North America. From there, he could navigate to Prismatic High.
Flying
to
Aliya's shitty home town had been a bit of a trip, but who knew flying
back
could feel so much more difficult?
The faint crunch of shoes and a swish of cloth made Darryl look back. He saw Aliya, her beautiful, dusky brown face glinting slightly with moisture. She had thrown on whatever clothes she could find before the two of them had taken flight, and so looked a bit like a hodgepodge. She had a headscarf that he would have said was like the hijab that Muslim women wore, save that she was Christian and he was actually pretty sure that hijabs were actually kinda different. She also had a dress and a thick jacket and boots and what appeared to be jeans on underneath the dress. Literally, everything she could wear to keep herself warm. It had worked, she didn't look nearly as cold as she could have, considering how far and how fast they had flown.
"You okay, Darryl?" she asked.
"Just kinda tired..." He said, turning and standing - then freezing. Due to the mechanics of flight, the shrouding blanket that he had worn around his hips was long gone. That meant that Aliya once more got a full view of the amazing length and girth of a dragon's cock. Even soft, it was enough to make her eyes widen and her mouth open in a quiet O of shock. She shook her head, jerking her eyes up to his eyes and Darryl moved his tail around, covering himself. "S-Sorry."
"It's fine," Aliya said, her cheeks bright. She looked to the side. "I've never seen a view like this before without a bunch of bulletproof glass in the way."
Darryl, glad for the change of topic, turned around and looked out at the city. He sighed quietly. "Part of me wishes I could just go there...and..." He wasn't sure where the
and
was going. But he wanted to shuck off the scales and the wings and the tail and the secrets and the lies and just be a normal kid. Except he had never
been
