Chapter 4 - Finders Keep Her

Scarlett's took slow steps into the bathroom. The smoothness of the white stone floor contrasted strangely to the rough soles of her feet. The walls of the room were the same type of stone as the floor, excellent the shower walls and floors. She stole a quick glance to the mirror, just right of the doorway. Her red hair had matted together from Max’s… Generosity.


“Comin’ in Scarlett?” Her dragon lover asked, releasing water from the shower head above him.


The redheaded assassin nodded.


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She groaned happily as warm water splashed against her pale skin. The pitter patter against her body was quite the welcome. Especially when cleaning off the glue like semen that coated most of her legs. She had the luxury of using these types of showers every once in a while, mostly when it came to killing political figures. When she thought back to it, those days seemed like a different lifetime. She couldn’t think of anywhere else to be other than with her lover. She stepped out of the water for moment, wiping the water of her face to find her lover fiddling with the control knobs,“Is the water not warm enough?”


“I kinda like it hotter, if it’s not warm enough, it makes me feel sleepy.”


‘Right. He’s a dragon. Speaking of which-’ 


“That was your Dragon form, then?” Scarlett asked, sliding her soapy hands over her small breasts. He hummed in thought. While he took the time to think about it, Scarlett decided to admire his taut butt and the odd, green scaly tail that seemed to wave around. The tip of his tail barely touching the stream of water, twitching away when it was sprinkled. He must have been sensitive to cold waters, and was trying to make it hotter.


‘Still. That’s a nice butt.’


“Almost. That’s more of the halfway point. I don’t think you could handle the whole thing,” He said,now content with the warmth of the shower. Scarlett snorted and passed him the soap.  looked back and found his mate tending to her body. 


“Why don’t you try to go full dragon on me? I think I can take whatever you can pound me with.” She teased, swaying her hips side to side. She caught him for only a moment, his eyes turning into slits and honed in on her thighs. No sooner had he done so, his cheeks went alight in embarrassment. He looked to the side and gave a small smile.


“Well, showers are more of a ‘comfort time’ for me. To wash away all the dirt and sweat. Very relaxing,” His tail waved from side to side, the tip of it rising to the middle of his back. She watched on in idle fascination. The tip of his tail would wag from side to side whenever he was happy or pleased, kind of like a dog. She grew a devious idea within her mind.


His body jolted in surprise her arms snaked around his torso, his tail straightened fully upwards and pressed against one of her breasts. She let out a delighted chuckle as her experienced fingertips stroked the toned muscle of his stomach. She heard a small noise of protest begin to form from him, but it quickly faltered as her hands rose up, circling behind his armpits and falling on his shoulders. She giggled playfully, digging her fingers into knotted muscle. Max closed his eyes and gave a small sigh of relief. He leaned back into her, her tending hands. Small jolts of relaxation and pleasure reverberated through him. Scarlett continued her massage for only a minute, wanting to move onto the next stage of her plan. 


She let her hands lower to the insides of his shoulder blades and leaned up to press her red lips against his neck. Caressing the sensitive flesh above his jugular. Max groaned, his tail struggling to sway from side to side against her body. He tilted his head to the side to allow further access to her eager mouth, which Scarlett gave in abundance. Her lips softly dragged across his skin, increasing in fervor and pressure, soon sucking down on the sensitive flesh. She draped her hands down his sides, letting them fall inward to his thighs, her fingertips making small circles near his hardening member. 


“Ah…” 


Scarlett inwardly cheered in victory. A small moan had escaped him. His tail no longer wagged, instead it travelled down her body. This initially confused her, until it flexed between his parting legs, the tip slowly wrapping around her wrist, trying to pull her hand downward. She resisted the pull, wanting to make this go on for as long as possible. 


She released her lip lock from his neck and grinned in satisfaction. The pink mark on his skin, the little noises her lover was making and his hand had made its way around her, to grip her sizable cheeks were all that she needed to know that he was wrapped around her finger. She moved her hands away from his thighs, holding onto his hips. She rose behind his ear, looking over him to find his dick still growing in excitement. His tail, with nothing to grab or do, moved back behind him. 


“Fucking your lover in your place of comfort would be pretty amazing, no?” Scarlett teased, a small laugh escaped her just as she began to nibble his ear. His tail straightened in surprise, and the dragon didn’t respond with words, instead merely moaning aloud as he simply rolled his fingers through her sizable ass. Scarlett appreciated the response, but that wasn’t the real reason of this. Something nagged at the corner of her mind though, something that hadn’t really left since after their pleasurable mishap. Teasing him was a form of torture she’d performed on many victims to get answers.


Only, this time it won’t end up with a dead body.


“You said earlier that we’d be together ‘till we die, didn’t you? What did you mean by that?” She asked trying to get a good look at his face, which was considerably hard from where she stood. 


Her lover’s face turned a deeper shade of red, looking to the side in embarrassment. He stopped groping her butt, his tail no longer swayed, but dropped to the floor and wrapped around his ankle. He mumbled under his breath, purposefully looking away from her, finding the wall much more interesting. 


Scarlett frowned and let her hand drift to the base of his softening dick, her fingers pushed into his crotch with a small amount of pressure, massaging it in small circles. His reaction was immediate, as he grunted and flinched at the abrupt touch, his tail rising up between his legs and grabbed her wrist again. She giggled at the action, as though his tail had a completely different personality. Her teeth soon found the mark she left from her kiss, sinking them in, but not enough to puncture. He leaned forward and gave a short gasp, his knees shaking and his cock grew harder.


“What’d you say, lover?” She smiled innocently, licking her freshly marked lover. 


“Please… I-”


“Mmm, you taste so good, won’t you be a good boy and tell me what you meant?”


“You’re such a tortuous wom-ah!” He gasped and doubled forward as she bit into his neck again. She pushed him forward, earning an adorably startled yelp from Max, his tail tightened around her hand in panic. His palms landed against the cool stone of the wall, away from the shower itself.


“U-um, the showers over -nnnf- Scarlett…” He moaned out her name, causing a small electric shock to tickle down the red-haired woman’s spine. Her continued stimulation of his crotch caused him to wriggle about, heavy breaths and low moans coming forth in repeated tandem. She had her other hand rise to his toned chest, her fingers danced over his vulnerable nipples.


“Be a good boy and tell me what you meant, and I’ll we'll skip to the good stuff.”


Max bit his lip in apprehension, the last bit of fight in him slowly faltering. She licked her lips. Breathing softly against his ear.


“I’ll pin you to this shower floor and ride you. Hard.” She let out that last one a little more aggressively than she meant. But judging by his shaking body, he was already close from such stimulation. The thought of him cumming from just this made her rethink her earlier statement. Making him cum without even touching his dick would be satisfying from an egotistical view. 


She gasped as she felt his tail rise between her legs. His soft scales gently running between her lips, back and forth like a saw. She kicked herself for not noticing that he’d let go of her some time ago. 


“T-two can play at this game!” His confidence showing through a smirk. She admired his tenacity, returning his smile with her own devilish one.


“Too bad you joined in late, lover.”


She returned to nibbling the hickey she left behind, her hands increasing their pace. His tail moved further past her dripping core, pressing themselves between her ass cheeks. While it did feel nice, Scarlett let out a small chuckle.


“Wrong move.”


“Huh?” He slurred out stupidly, his eyes widened as her ass clenched tightly around his tail. He choked and the side of his face quickly pressed against the wall.


“Your tail is also rather sensitive to touch, more so when your so fucking ready for me, darling.” Her swear seemed to turn on him on even more.


“Th-that’s not -haaahmm- fair.” He whined, his tail practically vibrated in excitement between her cheeks, earning a delighted gasp from Scarlett.


“C’mon, tell me what you meant. Then you get to have this ass. All. For. Your. Self.” She punctuated each of her words by grasping the head of his cock and rubbing her fingers all over the head, paying most of her attention to his corona. His mouth turned into an ‘O’ shape, his eyes as wide as they possibly could be. 


“O-okay! I’ll -Ohhhhhh- I’ll tell you…” 


His world spun around as he found himself lying on the wet shower floor, the warm water pouring onto his feet. Her soft ass gently landed on his crotch, his throbbing member resting comfortably between her soft cheeks. He took in heavy breaths, his hands splayed either side of him, not knowing what to do. He winced as his sensitive tail slithered out from under him, rising up and trailing down his body to rest comfortably on his mate’s thigh. His attention was brought back to his mate as one of her fingers pressed under his chin to look up at her.


“I’m waiting.”


He looked away in embarrassment, still trying to regain his breathing.
Scarlett, not content with patience, slowly flexed her thighs up and down, She applied a small amount of pressure with her ass, and practically started to jerk him off. He bit his lip, not wanting to waste any of his seed down the drain. He looked into his mate’s eyes, finding them half lidded in satisfaction. Her left palm tucked under her chin, the fingers resting on her cheek, while the other palm rested under her left elbow, supporting it. With her arms pressed under her small bouncing breasts, they made them seem slightly perkier, the peaks quite stiff from visible arousal. He gulped, trying to contain himself as she continued to bounce off him. He looked away and took a heavy breath.


“It… wasn’t anything too serious. It was just a… Iwannamarryyou!.” He rushed out, closing his eyes as his face somehow turned an even deeper shade of red.


He held his breath as Scarlett paused her motions. His teeth clenched in dread. No doubt his sudden confession surely would be too confronting for her. They only met a little while ago and yet-


“Say my name again.”


His eyes opened slightly, finding her eyes hidden by one hand the other on his stomach.
“Huh?”


“Say my name again!” She moved up, grabbing his hard length and pressing it into her sopping entrance. His tail moved to action, moving to grip the base of his shaft and keep it upright.


“Scarlett.” He said nervously. She moaned loudly and dropped down, enveloping his entire shaft in her gripping folds. Her hips moved into a steady pace, fucking herself on his meat. She let her hands fall onto his pecs, her head tilted back in satisfaction, small pleasured grunts escaping her. 


Max, on the other hand, was struggling to contain himself. With so much teasing he felt like he could cum buckets at any moment. His tail trailed up her body, rubbing against his tail under her neck. She shivered at the foreign sensation, turning her neck down to find his tail wagging from side to side in front of her. It was almost mesmerising, her head following it from side to side in perfect sync. She stopped riding him, keeping his twitching member embedded all the way to her core. Her head still followed the elusive green scaled limb. It leaned towards her, pressing it’s tip on her lips. Her eyes peaked over to Max, his face now covered by both his hands.


Both of her hands left his chest, fingers now lightly wrapped around his tail, which stiffened in shock. She gave the tip a gentle kisses, finding the appendage oddly arousing. Her lips trailed around it, soon licking gently along the scales, careful not to tug at them the wrong way. She moaned appreciatively as he began to thrust into her, picking up from where she left off.


“Nobody’s -nff- done that to my tail before.” He gasped out, his hands leaving his face to reveal he’d steadily been losing control over his human guise. Green scales covered his cheeks, nose and forehead, his eyes turned completely to their draconic state. How long ago he had turned she didn’t know, the cock picking up the pace and hammering into her was making her mind slowly turn to mush. The green tail in her grasp grew in size, it’s newfound length took advantage of this fact, stuffing itself into her mouth. 


Scarlett gagged in surprise, prepared to pull it out for disrupting her tentatitive licking and kissing. She was interrupted, instead moaning around the ligament has clawed hands dug into her soft ass. He was practically throwing her up in the air as his cock, now engorging to its earlier ‘bedroom’ size, fucked her cunt in a rapid fire motion. His tail didn’t deign to travel further down her throat, rather content with getting lathered from the inside of her mouth.


Max groaned as his cock pulsed in needy release. It was maddening to prevent his baser desire to breed let loose, but he’d rather his mate enjoy herself. He wasn’t sure what this meant, she didn’t exactly respond to his question, but it was a lot better than her leaving. He closed an eye, trying to hold himself steady against the waves of pleasure that rolled over him. His mate was nothing like he’d seen before, doubly so since she didn’t engage for intercourse. Had he known that she wanted round two immediately, he’d have complied in the bedroom.


The hot steam filling the room argued against that last thought. His body felt more flexible like this, the cold nothing more than a distant memory has he plowed against her soft and malleable ass. The clapping that echoed through the room in a never-ending beat was a testament to his determination to ensure that she was wholly and utterly satisfied. The scales on his arms trailed upwards, enveloping his shoulders, and soon his torso and legs.


Scarlett, losing all sense of gentle actions, accidentally bit down on his tail. Her eyes widened in panic, hoping that it didn’t hurt her lover. 


All she received was a harder fucking, and a grunt. The cock inside of her was now to full size, and it felt like he was going to pierce her womb and fuck the eggs out of her. The thought off such a thing sounded awkward, but since it felt like he was going to prove the thought right by how hard and how deep her was messing up her organs, she let it pass in her pleasure wracked mind. Now finding it in her to move her hips, she began to ride into his bucking, holding the tail in her mouth by sucking onto it, and coiling her tongue around it. Max bit down on his lip hard, the last walls of his defense falling, and his climax rearing closer than ever.


“Scarlett, I-I can’t hold on!”


“Then let it out!”


Her movements held a fast rhythm, they were consistently taking his pulsating member to the base. Her ass slapped against his thighs, a cascade of noise that echoed through the bathroom lewdly. 


It was music to his ears. But she wanted to hear his voice call out for her. To her!


“Scarle -ahhh!-”


His hands tightened on her hips, crashing his body into hers as his cock pulsated out semen in huge jets. Scarlett let out a silent scream of pleasure, her whole body tingling in pleasure, her fingers and toes curled and her head felt light. Max’s own orgasm persisted, semen filling her to the brim, and expanding her womb just a slight amount. All this pressure had nowhere else to go except out, and semen soon oozed out of her sopping cunt and travelled onto the wet floor, following the flow of the water and into the drain. His cock throbbed less and less, decreasing in size until it came out of the warm embrace of her folds.


Scarlett’s head fell onto her lover’s scaly chest, taking note of how cool his body felt against her own. She looked up to find Max breathing heavily,  his arms and legs laid on the floor in exhaustion and the scales on his cheeks growing a darker shade. He met her gaze with a hint of nervousness, swallowing audibly before making a move.


“So, uh, is that a-”


“Fuck. Yes. We are so getting married.”


His face flared up in excitement, life returned to his limbs and he wrapped them around her, his tail soon joining in and curled around her waist. Scarlett giggled happily into his chest, content to lay their in his cool embrace.



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Scarlett’s eyes flashed open in the darkness. A loud clang in the courtyard woke her up, she crept out of the bed, her lover missing from the mattress. Confused, she made her way out to find the source of the disruption. It was early in the morning, the sun had barely peeked over the horizon. She stepped out into the courtyard, searching the floor for anything out of place. Next to one of the stands was a broken statuette, she bent down to pick up the larger pieces, only to gasp as a large hand wrapped itself around her throat and bashed her into the back of a wall. Her vision went hazy with pain, and her breathing disrupted and struggling from the thick fingers squishing her throat.


“Wonder how you missed us, little scar-scar!” A familiar, deep voice called her out of her haze


Terrence. A large burly man, who lacked any hair on his head, but hand a small moustache and short hairs that covered his neck. His brown vest did little to guard his arms or the small of his chest, and his shorts did even less for his legs. An assassin had come to kill her. She grabbed his wrist, trying to pry it off to no avail.


“Looks like we found the whore-assassin! Good catch.” Another figure stepped out to meet her. Gort, Terrence’s little follower, he was tiny in comparison to Terrence, he wore a simple black shirt and long black pants, “Think we can take her back and use her before bringing her head on a stick?”


Terrence laughed, shaking his head, “This one? Bah! Too many men in her to have any fun with. I say we see how long she can go without air.” He growled as his grip grew tighter. Scarlett’s eyes watered, her lips slowly turned blue and her strength fading out.


Air blasted hard behind the two thugs, causing Gort to stumble and Terrence to lose his grip. Scarlett fell to the floor in a gasping heap, only to be picked up by the hair and a knife meet her neck threateningly close. She looked up to see her lover standing across from them in human form.


“Give the girl back. And I’ll make sure you’ll only injured enough to be brought to the authorities.” Maxwell assured, his hand outstretched, palm face up. Terrence laughed, and Gort soon followed.


“What are you gonna do, pompous brat?”


“Maybe this brat has some rich parents we can get some money off of.”


“Well get him over here and give him a few cuts. We get to enjoy a nice girl and urk-” He couldn’t finish his sentence, as a green clawed hand had pierced his throat. Focused blue eyes turned red. Max tilted his head down and leaned closer to the thugs pale face. The dragon’s magic shrouded him in an aura as Max pulled his arm back, scales covered in dark red blood. The thug coughed violently and fell to his knees, blood gushing from his neck, and splattered out of his mouth. Max delivered a hard blow into the thug’s nose with his knee. Red stained his white robes, he walked around a firmly pushed the thugs head into the dirt, before stomping it through. The thugs head burst like a bubble filled with dark red liquid, splattering all around.


The other thug, shaking and quivering, had a dark, wet trail on the front of his pants. He sputtered as Max turned to face him and pushed the knife into Scarlett’s face. 


“Don’t come any closer!” He screamed, “I’ll cut her, I will, don’t come any-” He screamed as Max had vanished and reappeared in front of the thug, leaning over him as his red eyes stared into his terrified soul; the whites of his sclera had turned black.


“I do as I please.” Max growled, the scales on his hands travelled further up his arms. Wings sprouted from his back. The scales were no longer the warm colour they once were. They grew darker, changing from the light green to a darker shade. The knife the thug wielded had glowed a dark blue for a moment. It burst apart, the shrapnel circled around Scarlett and shot into the thugs face. Metal dug straight into the thug’s eyes. He wailed as blood dripped from his sockets, and fell back into the wall behind him and slid down. Fingers grasped pathetically at his face. Dark blue light shrouded the screaming thug’s arms, and were slammed back into the wall 
and moved up, dragging him up. 


The scales grew over his body entirely. His mouth contorted into a dragon’s snout. Five fingers turned to four, short claws grew from where his nails were, like freshly sharpened knives. His muscles grew to twice their size, and he gained a foot in height. Black scales dominated his body. His wings were three times as large, as though they could properly support his size in flight. Scarlett had long since frozen in shock and fear, the intensity of his magic made her feel locked in time. As though seconds had turned to years. Black scaled hands turned to fists, a trail of smoke came from the nostrils of his snout.


He punched the screaming thug where his liver would be. The man stopped screaming, and only choked gasps were left. Another blow was met into his stomach, the force behind it lead to blood and bile forcibly leaving his mouth. The dark blue magic still enshrouded the thug, and from what Scarlett could tell, he was still alive. Ragged breathing came out behind sobbing of horrendous pain. The dragon started once more, delivering heavy blows to the thugs body. A pile of putrid vomit and blood lay below him. Its stench causing Scarlett to turn her head.


“Stop,” Scarlett tried. Her quiet plea had gone unheard. The dragon continued, fists opened as he tore apart the thugs torso, the man was still quite aware. Watching in hopeless fear as blood and skin were torn from his body. Yet he did not lose consciousness. He remained alive.


“He’s had enough, just stop!” Scarlett yelled, eyes bleary with tears of fright and confusion. Max’s arm halted before making another ripper swipe, his arm dropped to his side. The dark blue energy left the thug, who dropped to the pile of filth. Dead. Max slowly turned to face Scarlett. Her feet felt stuck to the floor, her chest was tight. Blood weren’t new. She had seen corpses stacked in piles. But what he had done…


“You were forcing him to stay alive. So you could hurt him more.” She whispered. Max’s eyes turned from their piercing crimson to light blue. He looked back to the dead thug on the floor, then back to Scarlett. He looked down at his scaled hands in horror.


“Wai-” She tried to call out, but once more his body had vanished in thin air, “Where could he have gone?”


She clenched her eyes, trying to remember anything that would tip her off, until it hit her.


“A place of comfort?”

