Thrax

Chapter 3

Things were starting to look promising now.  After their talk, Thrax excused himself and adjourned to his side of the suite, while Agena stayed on hers and changed from her body suit to a strapless one-piece swimsuit.  When Thrax returned, he was clad in next to nothing, only a thin strap and a loincloth, to which he attached his badge.  In spite of her prior experience with dragon Knights, Agena was quietly awestruck at the sight of him.

 The chest and abs once covered by the top of his armor were almost like plates carved from the hull of a starship.  His pecs were splashed with hair that begged to have fingers rustling through it.  And his legs…  If Agena’s legs were those of an Amazon, Thrax’s legs were like those of nothing less than a Titan.  Every muscle in them seemed hewn from the same mighty stuff as his chest and stomach.  She could well imagine the power that would surge through those thighs and calves when he climbed onto her and began to hump.  He was like a god of dragons.

At a sound of whirring from outside, Agena looked out the glass partition to the balcony and found a  hovercraft suspending itself in the air just off the railing.  Thrax nodded and gestured toward the balcony, silently saying, After you.  Truth be told, Agena did not want to step out first.  She wanted to go out behind him and get a look at his bottom, which she guessed must be as magnificent as the rest of him. 

But in deference to his manners, she stepped out before him.  It was when he climbed first over the rail and into the  hovercraft  that she caught her first glimpse of what she wanted to see…and more.  As he lifted himself into the craft, she saw the hard-packed mass of the cheeks of his buttocks and felt a rush of pure delight from wanting to reach out and touch them—as well as what swung between his thighs.

 A pouch of flesh like the fruit of some divine tree sat round and inviting there, and along with that, what was surely the limb of that same tree, thick and blunt with a foreskin coming to a delicious pucker at the tip.  Agena could only imagine how it would grow and swell when he brought it into play.  She had never heard of a Lacertan male being less than generously hung, and to be sure, every dragon with whom she’d lain with had a dragon in his crotch. 

She couldn’t wait to let Thrax’s dragon into her cave.  For now, she would have to settle for his hand in hers once again, gallantly helping her up and into the hovercraft.  She took her place in the passenger’s seat, he set himself down at the controls, and they were away.

When the towers and arches of Silverwing fell away behind them, they went skimming over fields, hills, valleys, and streams.  Agena admired the way the Lacertans had struck a balance between urbanization and nature over the years. 

They had clearly grown to understand what a gift the universe had given their ancestors when their ships had found this planet, even though the planet had worked such a profound change in them.  With passing generations, they had taken what they’d needed from Lacerta and otherwise trodden lightly on it, and their reward was a planet as beautiful in its natural places as in its populated areas.  And beyond one rise of rolling green hills lay Agena and Thrax’s destination.  Their craft sped up along the face of the hill and dropped down into the valley on the other side, and there lay Lake Shimmershine, its surface living up in every way to its name, sparkling in the late afternoon sunlight.

The lake glittered in a round impression in the land, a basin broad and vast and deep.  Agena remembered things she had read about Lacerta’s geology and topography during the trip from Earth and recalled that the lake was actually a huge meteor impact crater that had been filled by rains, by runoff of water from the mountains that thrust up along three quarters of its arc, and by one large mountain stream that fed into it. 

She looked to one side and found the churning white rivulet of Serpent’s Tongue Stream, just as it had appeared in the geographic data and holograms.  She appreciated the familiar sight.  Though she was a newcomer on this planet, it made her feel almost if she had come home along with Thrax.

As they slipped through the air and moved in closer to the lake, Agena could see what a busy place it was.  Shimmershine had a steady year-round traffic of Lacertans visiting it to take their health-preserving swim.  Docks and marinas were clustered along the rim of the shoreline, with eateries and shops and lodges near them.  She could make out more than a dozen hoverboats moving quickly along the surface of the water.

  No craft or vehicle ever actually entered the water or touched its surface; that was forbidden.  The planet’s laws also prohibited any person from entering the waters except for the dragon metamorphs themselves; swimming in the lake was strictly off-limits to pure humans or beings of any other species.

 Looking more carefully, Agena saw a couple of hoverboats marked with the official dragon’s head symbols of the Knights and saw Knights themselves at the controls of them.  The lake was patrolled at every hour, the laws rigorously enforced.  Gazing up, Agena noted the figures of other Knights in dragon form making circles like hawks in the sky overhead, doubling the security.  This swim would be one that Agena could not share with her suitor.  It would be for him alone.

Many of Thrax’s people must already be down there in the water, she guessed.  In various places on the surface of the lake, the water would break, and a horned serpentine neck would rise up and linger to taste the air.  The neck and head would cruise the surface for some meters, suggesting the powerful form under the water propelling itself along, until the serpent descended once more and disappeared into the depths.  This sight repeated itself in different places, speaking of the activity of many reptilian bodies swimming and surfacing and diving again.