Thrax

Chapter 4

It was not the first time Agena had gone for a nude swim with a weredragon any more than it would be the first time she went to bed with one.  Perhaps it was only because of why she was on Lacerta with Thrax, but this swim in Serpent’s Tongue Stream felt like the most special swim she’d ever had. 

Per his invitation, she had left her swimsuit on the passenger seat of the hoverboat, and he had left his loincloth on the pilot’s seat, and into the water. naked together, they went.  For this swim, however, Thrax did not morph.  He remained human—gloriously human.

Agena thought that if there were any consistency about the laws of nature, Thrax’s naked human form should make the water turn to steam the moment his body hit it.  But of course, the water was pleasingly cool, not frigid, but just cool enough for comfort—another effect of the planetary climate controls.  And it was crystal clear, allowing Agena to see his naked, stroking human form under the surface of the stream as if she were viewing him in a blue-tinted mirror. 

Together they kicked and stroked their way down a stretch of Serpent’s Tongue Stream, letting the flowing water carry them along as much as they propelled themselves.  For the moment, they seemed to be alone in this part of the stream, as no one else came swimming by.  Agena was pleased at this and thought of it as the beginning of greater, deeper intimacies soon to come.

Thrax’s sensuously muscled human form was an inspiration to watch while swimming.  He moved with all the grace and confidence he would have had as a dragon, pushing himself through the current, circling up and down around her.  She could not know what was going through his mind, but she hoped he was thinking about her body and his together and that this swim was the overture to foreplay that would take them to their consummation. 

She sent her imagination from this dance around her in the stream to the times they would soon spend rolling back and forth and up and down on thick sheets warmed by their mutual heat and the heat that Thrax would generate when he lay on top of her.  More than ever, Agena knew that his giving her a baby would be a thing more satisfying for her than winning any game or any tournament or receiving any prize.  Between Thrax’s legs waited the trophy she was growing to desire more than any other.

They broke the surface and floated there, facing each other, each submerged up to the chest.  There was no sound except for the laughing and lapping of the water at the rocks at the edges of the stream and the soft rustle of the wind through the trees.  The moment did not seem to need words.  For Agena, it needed only the sight of him, his hair slicked flat against his head, his muscular shoulders and upper chest invitingly drenched, his face the most handsome she had ever seen. 

Finally, Thrax broke the moment with the question, “Are you enjoying our planet so far?”

“I think it’s beautiful,” she replied, meaning so much more than just his world.

“Would you like to return now to the Chateau?  We can dine and rest for a bit.  I’m hungry after all this.  I hope you are too.”

“Dinner would be wonderful,” Agena said.  But “rest” was not the uppermost thing on her mind just now. 

They swam across the surface of the stream, back to the hoverboat.

*****

They had dinner served on the terrace of their suite.  At each  Courting Chateaux on the planet, the Lacertans spared no expense and withheld no luxury from the paired suitors and aspirants.  They were to consider the Chateau their home and enjoy every amenity that the Governing Aerie could provide.  If needed, they were even provided with fertility enhancers to help them fulfill their purpose for being here.

 Courtship and the Chateaux were not a visitor’s accommodation, like other places on Lacerta.  These places, of all places, were retreats where those in residence were catered to and provided for and otherwise left alone to copulate at will—and weredragons had plenty of will—until their purpose was at last accomplished.

 Lottery-paired couples were known to stay for weeks and months at a time, engaged in s*xual activities in their suites and in designated places in the facilities and on the property.  Fertility drugs might have shortened the process, but such drugs were known to interact with the mutagen inhibitors, complicating pregnancies and possibly putting mothers and infants in jeopardy. 

So all coupling and conception was done strictly the natural way, and nature was allowed to take its own course in its own time with every couple.  Looking out from the terrace onto the grounds of the Chateau, which were replete with gardens, hedges, artificial ponds and streams, and little nooks tucked away on the grounds and up in the boughs of the trees, Agena knew that at any hour of the day and night, couples were urgently humping and screwing away all over the Chateau.

Looking across the terrace table at Thrax, Agena was more than ready to join them.

She had donned a diaphanous white silk gown that flowed and clung in all the right places.  It was perhaps the most “feminine” thing she had ever worn in her life.  She had undone her braid and let her hair flow freely over her shoulders and down her back to complement the gown.  She was dressed and groomed for maximum allure.  Thrax had simply donned long, loose-fitting trousers and nothing more, a choice of which Agena quietly, strongly approved.  Raising his glass to her, he looked more appetizing than the dinner.  She raised her glass in response, and together they drank before digging into a tableful of delicacies imported from Earth.

Sometime during the repast, Thrax began.

“Tell me,” he asked, “what attracted you to the sport you play?”

Pleased at his interest, Agena answered, “Sphereball?  Oh, I guess it came naturally.  I was basically a hyper-energetic little girl—restless, always moving, always wanting to run and jump.  My parents used to describe me as a bolt of lightning looking for something to strike. 

They were always looking for something that I could focus my attention on, where I wouldn’t destroy anything and wouldn’t get into any trouble.  They signed me up for wall gymnastics and anti-gravity gymnastics when I was in school, and once I got started, they had another problem with me never wanting to stop.