Chapter 2 - Polish the Gold

Raenbu had been worried all evening. Galatea's discovery that his cum could 'polish' her had the golden golem smiling nonstop. Yet as his mind raced with ideas and plans, he couldn't think of one that lead to his 'escape' from what would be a weekend, at least, of constant sexual release. He'd discovered long ago that his former mistress had a variety of 'tastes' one of them being his semen. Raenbu's balls had filled up again by the time the Dragon-kin had finished his dinner. Galatea had chosen to have a late supper, while Raenbu saw to their room.

It was a sparse affair, but all of good quality. They could have leased the room just with the gold Raenbu had in his hip pouch he'd made from what was left of his shorts. Galatea had rewoven the rest of the material into what she called a 'banana hammock'. What a banana was, Raenbu had no idea, but he guessed his cock must look like one, the way the golden girl smiled.

"Will you be needing anything else?" The red haired innkeeper, Abby, asked, smiling. The dragonboy smiled back.

"A tub of fresh water please." He thought for a moment, "The largest you have, if possible." He added. The woman nodded and left the room. Raenbu tossed the pouch of gold onto a table and went into a series of stretches, rolling his shoulders and feeling the itch of his scales. He was a growing boy, and from the tightness in his scales he was due for his regular 'molting', which in the dragon tongue meant the same thing as 'forging'. He exhaled a heavy breath that fogged up the windows where the night sky was framed.

He walked over to the windows and opened them slightly, noticing that the hinges only went so far, and were designed to resist a break in. All the same, Raenbu scratched the wood under the frame, muttering a ward spell as he wrote it into the wood.

Out in the Tavern proper, Galatea was sitting at her table, ass naked and smiling like a cat that found a canary cannery. She ran her fingers over the shallow grooves in the wood.

"And that's mahogany too." Abby said as she set down a plate of desert fruit for Galatea. "He's getting a bath, just so you know." She whispered in her ear before sauntering off. Her shirt front was wet and was drawing the eyes of some of the men dejected from earlier.  Galatea smirked but simply took her time with her fruit, slowly placed two overlarge berries in her mouth. She rolled them around with her tongue, to savor the flavor.

In the room, Raenbu was submerged completely in the water. He was rolling his shoulders, scratching at his chest, rubbing his legs together, his plates loosening as he did. Like sharks' teeth, underneath, new, sharper scales were pushing out the old. He let out a roar and arched his back, setting the water into a roiling boil. The water absorbed the sound of the roar, but the bubbling was audible to anyone just outside the door.

Galatea swallowed the last of a plum as she gripped the door handle and felt the heat on the handle. "Shit." She didn't flinch or take her hand away, and turned the knob to open the door.

"Raen?" She asked, when a puff of steam hit her in the face and rolled out of the door. Most of it was heading out the window, and with the door open, the cross breeze was sucking out the hot steam into the cool night air. The dragon boy was standing in the wooden tube, water beading and evaporating on his skin and scales. His wings were wide, eyes aflame, erection strong, as it had been an hour ago.

"Oh my maker..." Galatea breathed, eyes on the Dragon-lad; her steps into the room were quiet and cautious. She only knew as much about Raenbu as he'd told her, and that wasn't much. Still, she liked the boy; more than that, she needed him. That stopped her. She needed him? Her pride retched at the idea, but her survival instinct gagged it. His cum healed her. She didn't care how, it did.

"Galatea?" Raenbu voice had that strength again. He was out of the tub and standing in front of the golden woman. He only came up to her navel, which seemed wrong. He was probably shorter when he went into the room.
"Yeah?" Galatea could feel the heat off his body.

"I'm kinda... I'm really horny right now." He noticed the spines on his shoulders had gotting larger, and his horns longer. "In more ways than one I guess." He laughed. Galatea smiled. "So, um... can we fuck now?"

Galatea smiled and started to crouch but Raenbu's hands rose to grab her hips. "Nuh-uh." He smiled. Galatea gave him a look of confusion until Raen put his lips on the rise of her mons. He kissed into the flesh and his tongue darted out in short licks that tickled and excited the woman. The steam that was left in the room was beading on her skin, contrasting the heat of the room with soft kisses of cool water.

Raenbu's kisses went lower and his tongue ventured further out, until he was tonguing the lips of her sex. "Mmmm. Snozberries." He licked his lips and looked up at Galatea. She had to pull her breasts away to see him, past the valley between her breasts. His smile, when their eyes met, sent that thrill up her, and she rocked her hips forward.

Raenbu laughed and stuck his tongue out at her. The tip tickled her washboard abs, while his chin was still pressed at the folds of her labia. Her eyes went wide as his tongue snaked back into his mouth, dragged down her abs at an agonizing pace. She worried her lip, and tried to stifle a moan, but she let it out when his hands worked at her thighs.

He gripped and massaged and worked his thumbs in and deep, feeling that incredible stretch as his tongue danced over Galatea's clit. The golden girl squeezed her toes and tried to find something to hold onto. Nothing. She just swayed there as his tongue circled around the entrance to her sex, coating every fold and flesh with his salvia.

Raenbu was reveling in the flavor of Galatea's sex. The taste of berries was strongest, but there was that scent, ever present, that drove the dragon in him wild. GOLD. Solid FUCKING GOLD. He almost laughed, then Galatea's down wet release reached his tongue and he flew mad.

Words had no place in his mind, his tongue invaded her sex without warning or ceremony. She cried out as it wound round and invaded every corner of womanhood. She curled forward and grabbed hold of his horns as the organ pillaged every spasm-riden centimetre of her sex.

She came, to say the least, all over his face, and her runes flared.

By the time the white lightning storm of her orgasm rumbled to a gentle drizzle, Raenbu was softly kissing Galatea's sex, pressing his lips to her's as gently and tenderly as if they were the ones on her face. Galatea came down far enough from her orgasm to notice that, again, after Raenbu's attentions, her flesh shone as polished gold. This time where his tongue had left trails on her abs and every corner of her crotch, and much of her thighs.

"You've missed a spot," Galatea exhaled, a struggle to sound in control, "or two, Raenbu."

He pulled his face away, and runnels of saliva and necter dripped from his face. "I've got the weekend ahead of me." He ran a hand up her thigh, over her hip, and onto her abs, fingers outstretched. "And I like to take my time." Galatea place her hand over his, and it didn't feel quite so small as it had when they'd shaken on that deal not-so-long ago.

Galatea found her strength again and lift Raenbu from the floor. She wrapped her arms around his waist and under his wings. His erection raged up between Galatea's breasts.  The bead of precum broke against her chin and stretched as she bowed her head to kiss the head of his cock. Her smooth tongue circled and stroked the tip of his dick; while he moaned and wrapped his arms around her head, she carried him over to the bed.

Raenbu rocked forward, up through the gold girl's cleavage and growled as his tail wound back and forth. Galatea leaned back until she was resting on the bed, and grabbed Raenbu by his ass cheeks. He gasped when she pulled him forward, and she pressed her arms in. The globes of her breasts pressed around his shaft, while Galatea's tongue danced over the head of his cock. He moaned and felt his cock swell, larger but not quite on the verge of cumming.

"Galatea..." His voice was a pleading whimper. She smiled around his cock, lifted him up and pulled him forward. He let out a shout as she swallowed his cock, all the way to the balls. "FUCK!"
His balls pulled up and Galatea lifted him up over her face. His cock shuddered as he roared, spraying silvery streaks of cum over her face, hair, and neck. She lowered him, and he put his arms behind him to get a grip on something. Galatea's abs flexed under his hands as she laughed, giddy.
Raenbu watched, amazed, at the sight before him.

Galatea's fingers danced over her face, through her hair, spreading and rubbing the dragon-boy's cum across every surface of her face and neck. Galatea swallowed a glob in her mouth and Raenbu saw the light in her eyes spark brighter. She met his gaze and didn't look away as she continued her 'polishing' performance. Her hair had before carried a soft white silver shine, now it had the gleam of mirrored silver. Indeed the flowing hair over her face reflected slivers of Raenbu's face back to him. Her neck, and shoulders shone with a flawless finish.

The reflection gave the illusion that Galatea wore half a 'Raenbu' mask; one that stretched out  Raen's face, making it seem older. He liked the look and smiled back at it, and Galatea, whose grin matched up with his reflection in scale. Then Raen noticed her gaze lower and he dropped his gaze to his crotch.

His dick was still up, proudly erect, and Raen laugh. "Lords above, Bu. We hit the jackpot." Galatea tilted her head.

"Boo?" She laughed.

"Yeah, Bu." He pointed at his crotch. "My dick. What?" Galatea kept laughing. "I thought every guy named his dick?" The Golden girl kep laughing and her shaking smacked the under swells of her breasts against the raging hard Bu.

"Ooh, Boo feels so good." Galatea laughed coyly.

"Yeah? Raen smirked, standing up and astride Galatea's neck. The fireplace cast his whole front in shadow and Galatea wondered up, past his cock, to his shining eyes. He turned around and, knees beside her neck, cock plunging the valley of her breasts. "Feel this."

Raen plunged Bu forward, into the soft confines of Galatea's breasts. The golden girl leered at the sight of Raen's balls smacking into her chest, and his tight boyish asshole right above him. She had a wicked thought and licked her middle finger till it was slick with spit and reached out with one hand to grab his ass, the wet finger ready to plunge.

Raen moaned at the golden girl's grip but when felt that wet hard finger tip on his ass. His tail came lashing down, wrapped both hands by the wrists and pulled them up, and coiled around her fore arms as well. Galatea moaned as the heat spread from his tail, through her arms.

"This is my ride, babe." Raenbu's voice had that power again, "lay back and enjoy."

Galatea smiled defiantely, "Nope." She leaned her forward and shoved her tongue up his ass.

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