Thrax

Agena leaned forward in the passenger’s seat, imagining the powerful undulation and thrusting of the mostly submerged reptilian body approaching her, and further imagining how the reptile’s other body could move and thrust out of the lake and in a much more private and intimate setting.  She looked forward all the more to experiencing those moves.

The dragon’s head loomed larger over the next several minutes until it came whooshing up in front of the hovercraft, around to the port side, and made for the back of the craft.  Agena sat up straight, turned to follow the dragon, and watched.  One of the dragon’s hands reached out to a surface on the side of the craft, and Agena felt the subtle vibration of a ramp extending from the vessel.  In a few seconds, the dragon climbed from the water up the ramp and into the back of the hovercraft.

Thrax in dragon form, soaked and glistening wet from horns to foot talons, was as majestic a sight as ever.  He stretched his arms and neck as if awaking from a long and satisfying nap and extended his wings to their full span.  The water rolled down his scaly form in sparkling rivulets that made him look almost as if he were perspiring gold in the late-afternoon sunlight.  His tail twitched and curled.  “That was good,” he said in a husky dragon voice.

Agena stood up and leaned against the back of the passenger’s seat.  “Can you actually feel the water working on you?”

“Not actually,” replied Thrax, rubbing a taloned hand across the leathery scutes of his chest.  “It’s more of a spiritual feeling.  But the body knows it’s gotten something good for it.”

That’s nothing compared to what your other body’s going to get, Agena replied, but only in her thoughts.

Thrax opened a compartment in the back of the craft, reached in, and pulled out a large towel.  He kept his wings open, but loosely, and started to run the towel up and down his scaly, muscular frame.  “Can I help you with that?” Agena asked.

He fixed her with a look from his gold and black dragon eyes and said, “No, that’s quite all right.  I’ll just be a moment.  Then we can be on our way.”

Agena followed the motions of his hands and the towel up and down along his body.  She watched him gently shake his wings.  It occurred to her that many women, indeed many humans in general, were very phobic about lower reptiles, snakes and lizards.  Their phobias seldom extended to weredragons.  The Lacertans in their morphed forms were viewed far more with fascination than with fear.  The melding of human and reptile hardly ever aroused the kind of loathing that some people felt for common reptiles.  There was simply nothing “common” about the people of the planet Lacerta.

“Back to the Chateau?” Agena inquired.

Thrax held the towel in one hand and lowered it to his side.  With a relaxed breath, he let his reptile body go and shifted back to human form.  The wings, horns, and tail withdrew back into him; his body resumed its other shape and skin.  His cloaca yielded his human male organ and let it hang free and ample from his hair-garnished human crotch once more.  Looking at that member and the rest of him, Agena thought, Please say yes, we’re going back. 

Instead, Thrax answered, “I had another idea first.”

“What’s that?” Agena asked.

“You were very good to wait while I took my swim,” he said, standing there so casually and insouciantly naked before her.  “I thought perhaps before we went back, you might like to swim with me.”

Agena’s brow furrowed at the proposal.  “What, here?  Thrax, it’s not allowed.”

“No,” he replied, “it’s not.  But my invitation was not to swim here.”

“Where then?” she asked.

He turned and gazed across the lake.  “Humans are permitted over there.”

Agena looked where he was looking, to where Serpent’s Tongue Stream fed into the lake.  She understood his meaning and looked back at him with a smile.

“Shall we?” Thrax asked.

“Yes, I’d like that,” she replied.

“Good,” said Thrax.  “You’ll have no need of your swimsuit, of course.”

Her smile lingered.  “Of course,” she said.

Thrax reached down and gathered up his loincloth and badge.  “I’ll just put this back on until we’re across the lake.”

Folding her arms, Agena said, “Take your time.”  She was still admiring a view that was better than anything the lake and the mountains had to offer.

Straightening up again, with his loincloth in hand, Thrax gave her a subtle smile