Pulling out and watching his cum drip out of her ass, Jeremy still couldn't believe his luck. He never, ever, got anywhere with girls like her. There was no two ways about it, Xenia was a perfect 10 and he was just an average guy. Okay, being honest with himself, he was nerdier than average. Skinny guy with glasses and a terrible haircut. You get the picture. Xenia, however, wasn't really a 10, she was more like an 11: Perfect hourglass figure and long legs, rich latte skin, shimmering black hair, and huge eyes set wide over supermodel cheekbones.
She wiggled her sumptuous bottom and purred, "Don't you go anywhere while I use the bathroom."
Jeremy flopped on the bed with a daft grin on his face. That had been amazing. To think that they met only an hour ago! That cheesy conference ballroom full of people in ridiculous costumes seemed very far away, but of course it was just a few floors below them in this same hotel. And he didn't have to look far to see evidence of the silly costumes. Strewn across the floor were his red and black Commander Riker outfit and her bright red Uhura minidress. Boy, had he been surprised to discover that the dress was all she was wearing. Okay, that and the tall black boots, which she was still wearing.
He should probably clean up too, but he was just so relaxed lying here in the middle of her king-sized hotel bed. Bill's conversation from yesterday popped into his head, when Bill tried to convince him to do something more imaginative than a Star Trek costume. For once, Bill had been dead wrong. It was precisely because of this costume that Xenia had tapped him on the shoulder, saying, "I think we're destined to meet."
She looked so stunning that it had taken him a moment to make the connection: they were the only two wearing Star Trek costumes. Sure enough, she had an encyclopedic knowledge of the Star Trek universe. Witty, smart, and gorgeous, and totally focused on Jeremy. This was an absolute dream come true. Sparks had flown right away, and within 15 minutes she'd floored him with the question, "Do you want to fuck?" They'd barely made it to her room before she slammed him into the wall with surprising strength and kissed him ferociously. Being somewhat awkward around women, he never minded when the girl took the lead. Still, he was shocked when she grabbed his dick and told him she wanted it in all three of her holes. But of course he was happy to oblige.
She had practically ripped his uniform off and thrown him on the bed. Again, her strength seemed improbable for a girl with such slender arms. He even started worrying he might have performance issues with such an amazingly strong and demanding woman. But that concern evaporated when her sensual lips wrapped around his member, and they were fucking like wild animals in no time. He never asked about condoms; the look in her eye told him that she'd rip him apart if there were any more delays.
Anal wasn't new to him, but he hadn't done it for a long time. He'd always considered it a deliciously taboo thing, and of course he came within minutes of thrusting into her ass. Yes, this truly had been one for the story books.
Looking around again, he couldn't see any paper tissue to clean himself. She was still in the bathroom, and besides he really didn't feel like getting up. Reaching over to the bedside table, he poked blindly into the drawer to see if there was any tucked away in there. He didn't find tissues, but his fingers touched something smooth and hard. At the same time, he could have sworn a red glow flickered across the ceiling.
It turned out to be a palm-sized metallic object, perfectly smooth and oblong. The overall shape resembled a flat bean, with a smooth indentation on one side. The other side had an intricate drawing of a dragon. The drawing was beautifully done, with fine black lines on the metallic gray surface. It wasn't painted on or engraved in, but rather seemed to have been anodized into the surface of the metal. It really was quite exquisite. His first thought was that this was a very fancy vibrator, but it had no buttons.
Running his fingers over the drawing, the dragon's eye suddenly lit up. Glowing bright red, it was a mystery to him since the eye didn't look like an LED. It was as if the metal itself just started glowing. Jeremy was fascinated by this finely crafted object, and kept running his fingertip over the smooth surface of the drawing.
The dragon's tail moved. He blinked and quietly said to himself, "No, that can't be." And then it happened again! This time it kept moving. The dragon was swishing its tail from side to side. But that was completely impossible! Could this seamless metallic surface somehow be a display? This was the most amazing engineering he'd ever seen. By now he had this tingling sensation he got when discovering unexpectedly cool graphics in a video game. Only this was much more impressive than any game.
When he took his finger away, the swishing slowed down and eventually the dragon returned to its original form. But the eye still glowed. He tried again, running his finger down the dragon's back. The tail started moving right away, and then the head started turning as well. As soon as the other eye came into view, it too glowed red. When the little dragon was facing him, it opened its jaws and hissed.
Given the amazing graphics, it shouldn't have surprised him that such a small object could produce such exquisite sound quality. But there was something so visceral about that hiss, it sent a cold shiver down Jeremy's back. He was feeling slightly creeped out.
And then the dragon's head lifted up from the surface. As if the metal had turned liquid, the object morphed into a whole dragon. It was a few inches tall, balancing on two legs and a long tail in his palm. Still the same metallic color as before, but now it was covered in the most intricate tiny scales. And the red, glowing eyes stared straight at him.
Jeremy had been lying comfortably in bed the whole time, holding this object over his chest. Now he suddenly wanted nothing more than getting away from this dragon that defied logic. Yet he felt he couldn't just fling it away. It would be inherently wrong to brake something so precious.
Before he had a chance to act, the little dragon unfolded its wings and started flapping them. Even if one were to accept a reality where metallic objects can change shapes, it was still clear that those little wings were not flapping nearly hard enough for this fat little dragon to fly. And yet the little dragon slowly lifted straight up from his palm.
By now, Jeremy was completely freaked out. His only thought was to get away from this bizarre object and its mysterious owner. But as soon as he started sliding sideways to get out of the bed, the dragon followed, blocked his path, and hissed. It was never more than a foot from his chest, staring at him as it leisurely batted its wings.
It had occurred to him to call for Xenia, but if this was her creation then a safer option would probably be to grab his clothes and leave without a word. As he was contemplating swatting the little creature away and simply making a run for it, she returned from the bathroom. As soon as she saw them, she froze and made a sound that caused Jeremy to freeze too. It was a combination of rapid clicks and a high-pitched glissando. Quite clearly not a sound produced by human vocal cords.
The terror on his face must have told her that he was about to run away. Before he could move, she was on top of him. She pinned his legs down with her legs and grabbed his wrists.
"You found my toy," she said flatly.
"Yes... I should go now."
"Aren't you a little curious about my dragon? And me?"
"Yes, of course. But maybe it's safest for everyone if I just leave now."
"And have you tell stories about me to everyone? No, I don't think so."
This is where Jeremy truly panicked. But thrashing around got him nowhere. Xenia held him with such strength that getting away was clearly not happening. His only hope was to convince her to let him go.
"Xenia, please. I promise, I won't breathe a word about this to anyone."
She didn't answer, but gathered both his wrists in one hand and pinned them against his chest. With any other woman, he would have at least tried to tear himself free from her grip. But her grip was unescapable. Should he even be thinking about her as a "her"? If she wasn't human, what was she?
She used her free hand to ruffle his hair. Then she tenderly stroked his cheek and said, "I'm sure you're a bit confused by what you saw. Scared even. Tell me, what are you thinking? About me?"
Thinking?? Should he tell her that he was terrified? If she thought he was lying to her then she'd never trust him enough to let him go. Better be completely honest.
"Of course I'm scared. I just had sex with... what? I don't believe in magic, but your dragon is hard to explain any other way. Unless you have technology that's so far ahead that it looks like magic. But you... you look and feel completely human! Until you made these nonhuman noises... What are you?"
She kept gently petting his cheek and chin, as you might do to calm an anxious animal.
"Yeah, of course you are confused. Or I should say more confused than usual. You humans always seem confused. But that's part of what makes you so adorable."
She sat up straight and looked at him intently.
"Well, ultimately it isn't up to me what we do with you. I might as well admit to my commander that I fucked up my mission."
She reached out her hand, with her pointer finger extended. The dragon fluttered over and perched on her finger. Then she spoke to the dragon, "Is my commander available? Priority code 2, regarding human life."
Jeremy didn't dare move and just stared at the dragon. Then the dragon spoke back, in a voice that could have been either male of female.
"Xenia, what am I looking at?"
The dragon turned to face Jeremy, and Xenia responded in a very professional manner, "You are looking at the male subject that I acquired as planned. I had sex with him and collected both data and sperm samples. But unfortunately he found my dragon and has figured out that I'm not human. He is confused and scared. Permission requested to edit his memory and let him loose."
"Xenia, you don't have sufficient training with human brains. We can't risk his memories coming back to him after you let him loose."
"Commander, in that case can I please keep him? I could get more data and samples?"
The commander's response was in high-pitched chirps and clicks. Xenia and her commander completed their conversation in their language, and then the dragon flew off and settled on the bedside table.
Jeremy was even more terrified than before. She had asked to "keep him" and he had no idea if she was given permission, or what that even meant. She looked at him thoughtfully, and he got the distinct impression that his fate was being determined right now.
"I can't keep holding you like this forever, but I don't want you running away either. So I'll have Puff guard you."
"Puff?!? The Magic Dragon?"
"Yes! We've been studying you humans for quite a while, so we get your cultural references."
"Puff, come over here and show Jeremy your favorite trick!"
Puff, delightedly jumped up and flew to them, hovering right over Jeremy's head.
"Puff, use that pillow here."
Puff turned to face the unused pillow right next to the one Jeremy's head was resting on. He opened his little jaws wide open, shuddered briefly, and made a soft "puff!" sound. The pillow disappeared. There were no scorch marks or damage to the bed. The pillow simply ceased to exist. Xenia stroked the sheet with her fingers and found one tiny feather. Picking it up, she said to Puff, "You missed one."
