Fic: A Good Idea At The Time; Keman/Shana; NC-17
Title: A Good Idea At The Time
Fandom: HBC/damned
Pairing: Keman/Shana
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Um. Pseudocest? Awkward!virgin!sex?
Word Count: 3218
Summary: Shana wasn't going to take any chances she didn't have to, and Keman was forced to agree. Besides, he'd never been able to say no to his little sister....
It had been Shana’s idea. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say it had been Shana’s fault. Either way, it all came back to Shana. And Keman could understand her logic. It made sense. They were both at risk. They were both vulnerable if they went outside, and how could they think of escaping if they couldn’t even go outside?
And it was only them. Shadow and Valyn certainly didn’t have that little problem.
So where did that leave them?
Apparently, in Shana’s bedroom, sitting awkwardly next to each other on the bed.
“Um. Maybe you should talk to Valyn about this….”
“Ugh, no.” Shana groaned. “He won’t do it. You know he won’t do it. Besides, that wouldn’t help you any.”
“I think maybe I’ll take my chances?”
Another awkward silence. And it shouldn’t have been awkward, because they were family and they’d always been able to share everything. For over sixteen years there’s been nothing they hadn’t brought to one another, done together, been together for. Even when Shana had been exiled and living in Elven lands, Keman had been right behind her, on her trail.
Was this really so different?
“So…”
“Yeah.” Keman shifted. “I guess… well… maybe we should start?”
“Yeah.” Shana nodded. “Um. How do we…? I mean…”
“I don’t know! I haven’t even done it as a dragon, let alone a halfblood.”
“Me neither.” Shana twined a bit of her hair around her finger, looking off at the wall. “I kissed Valyn once.”
“Oh?”
“It didn’t go so great. He didn’t push me away or anything, but he didn’t do anything. He just…sat there.”
“Oh.” They were wasting time, and they both knew it. But what else could they do? It wasn’t every day your sister asked you to sleep with her! Keman was still very much reeling from the very idea.
It wasn’t that the idea disgusted him. It just… was very weird. He was still getting used to the fact he was attracted to human shaped girls. He hadn’t even wanted to think about the fact that the human girls he seemed to like best were also distinctly Shana-shaped.
Keman didn’t know much of anything about human psychology, so he wasn’t sure if it was normal or not to like girls who looked like your sister. Valyn certainly considered the very idea horrific - but it hadn’t really stopped him from pursuing Shana in his own strange way.
Besides, Shana wasn’t his sister by blood. She was adopted, they didn’t share the same parents. They weren’t even the same species. Which was just another added level of weirdness to the whole situation.
“Maybe we should just start with kissing,” Shana offered. She was looking at him, and biting her lower lip. It was cute, they way she did that.
“Yeah. Um. Okay.”
Apparently talking time was over. Okay. He could do this. He could handle it. He sat very still as Shana leaned in, her eyes screwed shut. He didn’t move when her lips met his. They were a little rough and a little bit wet, and Keman didn’t know what he was supposed to be feeling. It didn’t feel bad. It didn’t feel like much of anything.
This was kissing? This was what Shadow was always making such a big deal out of? It was just slightly wet skin mashed against slightly wet skin. It didn’t seem all that interesting or impressive to him.
Apparently Shana knew a bit more about it than him. She began moving her lips, sort of opening and closing her mouth against his. It was actually sort of nice. It made him feel funny though. Sort of tingly and quivery in his stomach. Like he’d just hit an air pocket and dropped altitude suddenly.
Maybe there was something to this kissing thing after all.
He left it in Shana’s hands. Which were on his knees, he suddenly realized. And her mouth was moving quite a good deal. He figured he ought to do the same.
Again came that sensation of hitting a pocket of air. His stomach seemed to be weightless and flopping around inside of his two legged body. Alright, there was definitely something to the kissing thing.
But there was a lot more to the whole affair than just kissing. That was what really had Keman nervous. Kissing wasn’t anything more complicated than mouths on mouths. Kissing was downright easy. It was everything that came after kissing that was confusing and complicated and Keman had only a strictly biological knowledge of.
Right now, they’d stick with kissing.
Shana’s lips were nice. And the sensation of them sliding against Keman’s was very nice. And Shana did something with her tongue, and Keman was suddenly very aware of blood rushing in a downward motion. Oh no. He was suddenly very hot and very tingly and very much a great deal of other things he didn’t have words for. Keman squeezed his eyes shut now, and tried not to think about how nice it felt to have Shana’s tongue in his mouth.
And it did feel very nice. Her tongue was pressing up against his and moving and now both their mouths were very wet and Shana’s hands were on his back and they were moving. He found himself doing the same, holding her and stroking her back while they kissed.
He finally pulled away. Shana was panting and breathing heavily and he felt as though he were fevered. He was surprised to find he was breathing heavily.
“Um. Was that… is this okay?” Shana looked nervous. Keman just nodded, fully aware of what was happening to his body now.
“Yeah. Uh. Yeah, this is…” He just nodded, feeling embarrassed. Two legger bodies didn’t work like dragon bodies, and this sensation was one completely beyond Keman’s realm of knowledge. It felt good and it hurt at the same time. And he wanted… well, he wanted something.
“Should we….?” Shana cleared her throat and looked down. She was so pretty, in a way Keman had never realized before.
“Yeah. We should.” Should what was still sort of up in the air, but Keman decided they’d figure it out. He was getting all sorts of signals from his body, after all. Maybe he should just listen to them.
That was probably why he ended up kissing Shana’s neck and reaching up to brush his hand against her breast. He’d never understood the two legger obsession with breasts until now. Now that he was aching and flushed and full of strange wants and needs, he wanted very little more than to touch Shana’s breasts.
She squeaked a little and jumped when he pressed the back of his hand against the warm swells under her gray shirt. But then she leaned into him, sighing, and Keman continued to kiss her neck. He groped at her breasts awkwardly, cupping them, rubbing them, feeling them heave and shift and tighten under his touch. Obviously he was doing something right.
And so was Shana. She was making some sort of little mewling noise against him, and she was leaning into him and running her hands all over him. Wherever her hands moved he felt a little bit like his skin was burning. But it was a good burning.
It was probably time for clothes to start coming off. But Keman really, really didn’t want to move his hands. Shana’s breasts felt so good, even through what felt like two layers of cloth. They were thin layers. He could feel how warm they were, feel the small rise of her nipples. But it would probably feel any better without her shirt.
“Shana…?” It was hard to talk against her neck. But her skin tasted nice.
“Mmm?”
“I…uh…I think we should….” He trailed off and just sort of tugged vaguely on her shirt, hoping she’d understand.
“Oh. Yeah.” She pulled away and Keman dropped his hands, reluctantly. Now it was weird again. And also hot and quivery and burning and now he understood why people were so obsessed with mating.
Shana shrugged out of her shirt with little ceremony. He’d seen her take off her shirt a million times. He’d seen her naked a million times. Dragons didn’t wear clothes, after all. But for some reason, looking at her sitting there in trousers and that funny little human undergarment, Keman felt the tightness and pressure inside his own trousers double.
“Stop staring,” Shana mumbled.
“Sorry. I can’t help it!”
“You’ve seen me naked before!”
“Not like this!” Keman cleared his throat and tried not to stare. He tried very hard. But his eyes kept moving back, drawn to the curves and swells of Shana nearly-bare torso. What was wrong with him?
It was just his human body. That was all it was.
He couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned forward again, kissing Shana and reaching for her breasts. It was even better now, and he wasted little time in yanking down the thin bits of cloth that still covered her.
“A little warning would be nice!” Shana exclaimed as Keman eagerly pawed at her naked breasts.
“This was your idea!” he protested, looking up at her shocked.
“I know! But…” Shana’s arguing was interrupted by a gasp. “Do that again!”
“Do what?” Keman frowned. All he’d done was close his fingers over her nipple. He squeezed slightly and was rewarded with another gasp.
“That!”
Keman complied. He devoted all of his attention to her breasts, quite gladly. For a virginal dragon, he thought he was doing pretty well at this. Shana’s little noises certainly implied he was making her happy.
“What should… I do?”
Keman almost didn’t hear the words in between Shana’s moans and gasps.
“Oh. Um…” Now he blushed. There was really only one thing that was in dire need of attention at the moment. He glanced down and his blush deepened. How was he going to ask for that?
“Oh.” Shana seemed to understand. “Um. Here. Should I just…?”
“I don’t know!” All he did know was that there was a very, very obvious bulge in his trousers. And he felt like he was going to die of embarrassment. It was funny how quickly his feelings could change in a matter of seconds, all depending on how Shana was looking at him.
“Alright, here.” Shana cleared her throat and reached down between them, biting at her lower lip. Fire and rain, she looked so…so… appealing like that! And her breasts looked nothing like just extra bits of tissue and skin.
All of that was very quickly forgotten the moment Shana’s palm pressed against…. Well, something that needed pressing against very badly. Keman practically yelped, his heart skipping a beat and his breath catching in his throat. Shana was staring at him, as though waiting for direction. He could barely breathe, let alone tell her what to do!
Luckily, Shana seemed to get the hang of what to do. She started rubbing, and Keman felt like something was going to explode.
“Uh, Shana? I think we should… I think I’m ready….”
“Oh! Um.” Shana pulled her hand back and coughed. “I guess I am?”
How did girls know? What if she wasn’t ready? Or did it matter? Two legger female anatomy wasn’t exactly something Keman knew all that much about. At least when it came to mating.
“You should probably lay down, then.” And pants had to come off. That was sort of a necessity for what was going to happen next.
The sheer realization of what they were about to do hit Keman like a gale force wind. This was big. And it was strange, because he’d never really thought of it as such a big thing before. Maybe the body was getting to him. What was that old saying? Something about water taking the shape of the glass it was poured into?
Maybe enough time in a two-legged glass was making him more of a two-legger than a dragon. It was a strange thought, and one he didn’t think now was the time to explore. Not now, when Shana had finished shucking off her human clothes and was stretched out naked, with no hint of shame in her positioning, right in front of him.
Oh. Oh it was different. Everything about her was different. Her sun-bronzed skin, her long lean limbs, all the little white scars that marked her… and all of it was beautiful.
“Well?” Shana demanded, crossing her arms. “Are you just going to gawk or are we going to do this?”
“Um. Yeah. Sorry….” Keman swallowed hard and decided he should probably lose his trousers, too. For some reason, he felt extremely embarrassed about that. Stupid two-legger bodies.
But he did it. And he blushed deep red, especially because Shana was looking at him. Staring at him, really. Intently. Specifically, one very prominent part of his current anatomy.
“Uh…”
“What?”
“Do you have to… it’s not a shiny new toy, you know.”
“Sure it is,” Shana teased, and all the tension suddenly broke. Keman began laughing, and Shana did as well, and soon the two of them were rolling on the bed together, tears in their eyes and throats sore from laughter.
And Keman realized he was on top of her, and her legs were open and he could feel all of her skin against him. And that only made that insistent pressure, that need for sensation and friction and everything else, that much work.
“Uh…”
“I think we’re sort of beyond the part where we talk about it,” Shana pointed out.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll just…um….”
Just what? Oh, he knew what went where, but…. “Move your legs a little bit.” Keman reached down to reposition Shana’s legs, bending them some and spreading them. “Okay.”
“Are we ready?”
“I think so.” Keman looked down, and it was difficult not to just look. He’d always found anatomy to be fascinating - dragons needed to have an intimate knowledge of it, after all - but that fascination was joined by something completely different now.
Besides, he felt like he’d die if he just looked. So he moved his hips, and reached down to make sure he didn’t end up just jamming against Shana’s thigh. He really didn’t want to screw this up.
Once he’d reached actual flesh - flesh that was slick and warm and felt like nothing else he’d ever touched - he decided it couldn’t be that hard. Every mammal in the world could figure it out. He saw Shana was biting her lip again. Her head was thrown back and her hair was all over the blankets and her lower lip was caught between her teeth and he felt something inside of him tighten. He pushed forward and felt skin part under him, and he saw Shana jerk and arch her back and there was a noise and then a drop of blood on her lower lip….
He stopped immediately.
“What did I do?” he demanded, recognizing pain in her face.
“I don’t know! It just…hurts!”
“I’m sorry! I’ll stop, I’ll….”
“No, it’s supposed to.” Shana grunted and licked her lower lip, wiping away the blood. “I just wasn’t… ugh. “All the romance stories make this sound like some beautiful, amazing thing.”
“Well….” For him, it did feel wonderful and amazing. Even though he was only partially inside Shana, it felt perfect.
“Alright, keep going.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure! Just… be careful.”
Keman nodded and continued, moving slowly. Shana squirmed and scrunched up her face and then she let out a little gasp. The good sort of little gasp. Keman paused and hopefully looked down, and he saw Shana’s face had relaxed some.
“Good?” he asked.
“Good. Still a little not-good, but it’s getting good. So just keep going.”
“Right.” Keman didn’t need to be told twice. This was exactly like the romance stories Shana had been talking about said it would be. He didn’t know how to describe the sensations that were coursing through his body. But he wondered what it would be like in his true form, during a lightning storm….
He shuddered, just thinking about it. All of his senses were assaulted with pleasure and he gripped the bed sheets tightly. Shana was moving underneath him now, her back arched and her breasts moving in time with his thrusts and he felt a stab of guilt over thinking his sister was so amazingly pretty….
But once you were already inside your sister, making love to her, it was beyond the point where you should be feeling guilty.
And Shana looked as though she were enjoying it. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was open and she was making such wonderful little (and not so little) noises. And her hands were on Keman’s back, and both of them were sweating and he lowered his head to lick her neck and taste the salty sweat on her skin….
She called out his name and gripped him tightly and he felt that pressure inside of him coil and release. He felt his body shake and shudder and he knew what was happening and he couldn’t breathe for a moment and then….
It was over and he felt like he’d spent the whole day shifting. He flopped down onto Shana, exhausted, sated….
“Was that it?”
“Hmm?”
“Um. Are we done?”
“Aren’t we?” Keman looked up. That had been incredible! Hadn’t it? He’d felt like even his blood was on fire! He’d seen stars exploding behind his eyes!
“Oh. I guess.” Shana cleared her throat. “Well, if we’re done, you can get off of me. You’re heavy, you big oaf.” She shoved at him playfully, and Keman rolled off, onto his back beside her.
“So… it wasn’t that good for you?”
“I don’t know.” Shana shrugged, squirming to get comfortable. “It was like… it was getting there, and then…nothing. Now my stomach just feels weird and it aches. And the sheet has blood on it.”
“Blood?!?”
“Are there any napkins or handkerchiefs lying around?”
Considering what had just happened, Keman thought Shana was acting…well, a little too unimpressed. He felt around and came up with a napkin from dinner. Shana took it and busied herself cleaning up a bit.
Had he screwed up after all? Or was it just different for two-legged females? He knew elven ladies weren’t too interested in mating, and human concubines had to be brainwashed into it….
“Was it really that bad?” he asked, sheepishly.
“No. No, it wasn’t bad. It was just… oh, I don’t know. Not what I was expecting, I guess.”
“Maybe next time will be better?”
“Ha. And when’s the next time I get to do that going to be?” Shana lay back down and folded her hands on her chest. “It did have some really good parts.”
“That’s good.” Keman curled up and threw an arm around Shana’s waist, resting his head on her shoulder. “I…really liked it.”
“I could tell.” Shana laughed and wrapped her arms around him. “Who knows…maybe I’ll let you do it again.”
“I just hope it’s better for you.”
“We’ll get you a book. Or…I’m sure Shadow would just love to give you some tips.” Shana chuckled and Keman laughed and kissed Shana’s neck, settling in against her. He was tired now, and just wanted to sleep. Preferably just the way he was.
Luckily, Shana didn’t seem to have any problem with that whatsoever.
Fandom: HBC/damned
Pairing: Keman/Shana
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Um. Pseudocest? Awkward!virgin!sex?
Word Count: 3218
Summary: Shana wasn't going to take any chances she didn't have to, and Keman was forced to agree. Besides, he'd never been able to say no to his little sister....
It had been Shana’s idea. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say it had been Shana’s fault. Either way, it all came back to Shana. And Keman could understand her logic. It made sense. They were both at risk. They were both vulnerable if they went outside, and how could they think of escaping if they couldn’t even go outside?
And it was only them. Shadow and Valyn certainly didn’t have that little problem.
So where did that leave them?
Apparently, in Shana’s bedroom, sitting awkwardly next to each other on the bed.
“Um. Maybe you should talk to Valyn about this….”
“Ugh, no.” Shana groaned. “He won’t do it. You know he won’t do it. Besides, that wouldn’t help you any.”
“I think maybe I’ll take my chances?”
Another awkward silence. And it shouldn’t have been awkward, because they were family and they’d always been able to share everything. For over sixteen years there’s been nothing they hadn’t brought to one another, done together, been together for. Even when Shana had been exiled and living in Elven lands, Keman had been right behind her, on her trail.
Was this really so different?
“So…”
“Yeah.” Keman shifted. “I guess… well… maybe we should start?”
“Yeah.” Shana nodded. “Um. How do we…? I mean…”
“I don’t know! I haven’t even done it as a dragon, let alone a halfblood.”
“Me neither.” Shana twined a bit of her hair around her finger, looking off at the wall. “I kissed Valyn once.”
“Oh?”
“It didn’t go so great. He didn’t push me away or anything, but he didn’t do anything. He just…sat there.”
“Oh.” They were wasting time, and they both knew it. But what else could they do? It wasn’t every day your sister asked you to sleep with her! Keman was still very much reeling from the very idea.
It wasn’t that the idea disgusted him. It just… was very weird. He was still getting used to the fact he was attracted to human shaped girls. He hadn’t even wanted to think about the fact that the human girls he seemed to like best were also distinctly Shana-shaped.
Keman didn’t know much of anything about human psychology, so he wasn’t sure if it was normal or not to like girls who looked like your sister. Valyn certainly considered the very idea horrific - but it hadn’t really stopped him from pursuing Shana in his own strange way.
Besides, Shana wasn’t his sister by blood. She was adopted, they didn’t share the same parents. They weren’t even the same species. Which was just another added level of weirdness to the whole situation.
“Maybe we should just start with kissing,” Shana offered. She was looking at him, and biting her lower lip. It was cute, they way she did that.
“Yeah. Um. Okay.”
Apparently talking time was over. Okay. He could do this. He could handle it. He sat very still as Shana leaned in, her eyes screwed shut. He didn’t move when her lips met his. They were a little rough and a little bit wet, and Keman didn’t know what he was supposed to be feeling. It didn’t feel bad. It didn’t feel like much of anything.
This was kissing? This was what Shadow was always making such a big deal out of? It was just slightly wet skin mashed against slightly wet skin. It didn’t seem all that interesting or impressive to him.
Apparently Shana knew a bit more about it than him. She began moving her lips, sort of opening and closing her mouth against his. It was actually sort of nice. It made him feel funny though. Sort of tingly and quivery in his stomach. Like he’d just hit an air pocket and dropped altitude suddenly.
Maybe there was something to this kissing thing after all.
He left it in Shana’s hands. Which were on his knees, he suddenly realized. And her mouth was moving quite a good deal. He figured he ought to do the same.
Again came that sensation of hitting a pocket of air. His stomach seemed to be weightless and flopping around inside of his two legged body. Alright, there was definitely something to the kissing thing.
But there was a lot more to the whole affair than just kissing. That was what really had Keman nervous. Kissing wasn’t anything more complicated than mouths on mouths. Kissing was downright easy. It was everything that came after kissing that was confusing and complicated and Keman had only a strictly biological knowledge of.
Right now, they’d stick with kissing.
Shana’s lips were nice. And the sensation of them sliding against Keman’s was very nice. And Shana did something with her tongue, and Keman was suddenly very aware of blood rushing in a downward motion. Oh no. He was suddenly very hot and very tingly and very much a great deal of other things he didn’t have words for. Keman squeezed his eyes shut now, and tried not to think about how nice it felt to have Shana’s tongue in his mouth.
And it did feel very nice. Her tongue was pressing up against his and moving and now both their mouths were very wet and Shana’s hands were on his back and they were moving. He found himself doing the same, holding her and stroking her back while they kissed.
He finally pulled away. Shana was panting and breathing heavily and he felt as though he were fevered. He was surprised to find he was breathing heavily.
“Um. Was that… is this okay?” Shana looked nervous. Keman just nodded, fully aware of what was happening to his body now.
“Yeah. Uh. Yeah, this is…” He just nodded, feeling embarrassed. Two legger bodies didn’t work like dragon bodies, and this sensation was one completely beyond Keman’s realm of knowledge. It felt good and it hurt at the same time. And he wanted… well, he wanted something.
“Should we….?” Shana cleared her throat and looked down. She was so pretty, in a way Keman had never realized before.
“Yeah. We should.” Should what was still sort of up in the air, but Keman decided they’d figure it out. He was getting all sorts of signals from his body, after all. Maybe he should just listen to them.
That was probably why he ended up kissing Shana’s neck and reaching up to brush his hand against her breast. He’d never understood the two legger obsession with breasts until now. Now that he was aching and flushed and full of strange wants and needs, he wanted very little more than to touch Shana’s breasts.
She squeaked a little and jumped when he pressed the back of his hand against the warm swells under her gray shirt. But then she leaned into him, sighing, and Keman continued to kiss her neck. He groped at her breasts awkwardly, cupping them, rubbing them, feeling them heave and shift and tighten under his touch. Obviously he was doing something right.
And so was Shana. She was making some sort of little mewling noise against him, and she was leaning into him and running her hands all over him. Wherever her hands moved he felt a little bit like his skin was burning. But it was a good burning.
It was probably time for clothes to start coming off. But Keman really, really didn’t want to move his hands. Shana’s breasts felt so good, even through what felt like two layers of cloth. They were thin layers. He could feel how warm they were, feel the small rise of her nipples. But it would probably feel any better without her shirt.
“Shana…?” It was hard to talk against her neck. But her skin tasted nice.
“Mmm?”
“I…uh…I think we should….” He trailed off and just sort of tugged vaguely on her shirt, hoping she’d understand.
“Oh. Yeah.” She pulled away and Keman dropped his hands, reluctantly. Now it was weird again. And also hot and quivery and burning and now he understood why people were so obsessed with mating.
Shana shrugged out of her shirt with little ceremony. He’d seen her take off her shirt a million times. He’d seen her naked a million times. Dragons didn’t wear clothes, after all. But for some reason, looking at her sitting there in trousers and that funny little human undergarment, Keman felt the tightness and pressure inside his own trousers double.
“Stop staring,” Shana mumbled.
“Sorry. I can’t help it!”
“You’ve seen me naked before!”
“Not like this!” Keman cleared his throat and tried not to stare. He tried very hard. But his eyes kept moving back, drawn to the curves and swells of Shana nearly-bare torso. What was wrong with him?
It was just his human body. That was all it was.
He couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned forward again, kissing Shana and reaching for her breasts. It was even better now, and he wasted little time in yanking down the thin bits of cloth that still covered her.
“A little warning would be nice!” Shana exclaimed as Keman eagerly pawed at her naked breasts.
“This was your idea!” he protested, looking up at her shocked.
“I know! But…” Shana’s arguing was interrupted by a gasp. “Do that again!”
“Do what?” Keman frowned. All he’d done was close his fingers over her nipple. He squeezed slightly and was rewarded with another gasp.
“That!”
Keman complied. He devoted all of his attention to her breasts, quite gladly. For a virginal dragon, he thought he was doing pretty well at this. Shana’s little noises certainly implied he was making her happy.
“What should… I do?”
Keman almost didn’t hear the words in between Shana’s moans and gasps.
“Oh. Um…” Now he blushed. There was really only one thing that was in dire need of attention at the moment. He glanced down and his blush deepened. How was he going to ask for that?
“Oh.” Shana seemed to understand. “Um. Here. Should I just…?”
“I don’t know!” All he did know was that there was a very, very obvious bulge in his trousers. And he felt like he was going to die of embarrassment. It was funny how quickly his feelings could change in a matter of seconds, all depending on how Shana was looking at him.
“Alright, here.” Shana cleared her throat and reached down between them, biting at her lower lip. Fire and rain, she looked so…so… appealing like that! And her breasts looked nothing like just extra bits of tissue and skin.
All of that was very quickly forgotten the moment Shana’s palm pressed against…. Well, something that needed pressing against very badly. Keman practically yelped, his heart skipping a beat and his breath catching in his throat. Shana was staring at him, as though waiting for direction. He could barely breathe, let alone tell her what to do!
Luckily, Shana seemed to get the hang of what to do. She started rubbing, and Keman felt like something was going to explode.
“Uh, Shana? I think we should… I think I’m ready….”
“Oh! Um.” Shana pulled her hand back and coughed. “I guess I am?”
How did girls know? What if she wasn’t ready? Or did it matter? Two legger female anatomy wasn’t exactly something Keman knew all that much about. At least when it came to mating.
“You should probably lay down, then.” And pants had to come off. That was sort of a necessity for what was going to happen next.
The sheer realization of what they were about to do hit Keman like a gale force wind. This was big. And it was strange, because he’d never really thought of it as such a big thing before. Maybe the body was getting to him. What was that old saying? Something about water taking the shape of the glass it was poured into?
Maybe enough time in a two-legged glass was making him more of a two-legger than a dragon. It was a strange thought, and one he didn’t think now was the time to explore. Not now, when Shana had finished shucking off her human clothes and was stretched out naked, with no hint of shame in her positioning, right in front of him.
Oh. Oh it was different. Everything about her was different. Her sun-bronzed skin, her long lean limbs, all the little white scars that marked her… and all of it was beautiful.
“Well?” Shana demanded, crossing her arms. “Are you just going to gawk or are we going to do this?”
“Um. Yeah. Sorry….” Keman swallowed hard and decided he should probably lose his trousers, too. For some reason, he felt extremely embarrassed about that. Stupid two-legger bodies.
But he did it. And he blushed deep red, especially because Shana was looking at him. Staring at him, really. Intently. Specifically, one very prominent part of his current anatomy.
“Uh…”
“What?”
“Do you have to… it’s not a shiny new toy, you know.”
“Sure it is,” Shana teased, and all the tension suddenly broke. Keman began laughing, and Shana did as well, and soon the two of them were rolling on the bed together, tears in their eyes and throats sore from laughter.
And Keman realized he was on top of her, and her legs were open and he could feel all of her skin against him. And that only made that insistent pressure, that need for sensation and friction and everything else, that much work.
“Uh…”
“I think we’re sort of beyond the part where we talk about it,” Shana pointed out.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll just…um….”
Just what? Oh, he knew what went where, but…. “Move your legs a little bit.” Keman reached down to reposition Shana’s legs, bending them some and spreading them. “Okay.”
“Are we ready?”
“I think so.” Keman looked down, and it was difficult not to just look. He’d always found anatomy to be fascinating - dragons needed to have an intimate knowledge of it, after all - but that fascination was joined by something completely different now.
Besides, he felt like he’d die if he just looked. So he moved his hips, and reached down to make sure he didn’t end up just jamming against Shana’s thigh. He really didn’t want to screw this up.
Once he’d reached actual flesh - flesh that was slick and warm and felt like nothing else he’d ever touched - he decided it couldn’t be that hard. Every mammal in the world could figure it out. He saw Shana was biting her lip again. Her head was thrown back and her hair was all over the blankets and her lower lip was caught between her teeth and he felt something inside of him tighten. He pushed forward and felt skin part under him, and he saw Shana jerk and arch her back and there was a noise and then a drop of blood on her lower lip….
He stopped immediately.
“What did I do?” he demanded, recognizing pain in her face.
“I don’t know! It just…hurts!”
“I’m sorry! I’ll stop, I’ll….”
“No, it’s supposed to.” Shana grunted and licked her lower lip, wiping away the blood. “I just wasn’t… ugh. “All the romance stories make this sound like some beautiful, amazing thing.”
“Well….” For him, it did feel wonderful and amazing. Even though he was only partially inside Shana, it felt perfect.
“Alright, keep going.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure! Just… be careful.”
Keman nodded and continued, moving slowly. Shana squirmed and scrunched up her face and then she let out a little gasp. The good sort of little gasp. Keman paused and hopefully looked down, and he saw Shana’s face had relaxed some.
“Good?” he asked.
“Good. Still a little not-good, but it’s getting good. So just keep going.”
“Right.” Keman didn’t need to be told twice. This was exactly like the romance stories Shana had been talking about said it would be. He didn’t know how to describe the sensations that were coursing through his body. But he wondered what it would be like in his true form, during a lightning storm….
He shuddered, just thinking about it. All of his senses were assaulted with pleasure and he gripped the bed sheets tightly. Shana was moving underneath him now, her back arched and her breasts moving in time with his thrusts and he felt a stab of guilt over thinking his sister was so amazingly pretty….
But once you were already inside your sister, making love to her, it was beyond the point where you should be feeling guilty.
And Shana looked as though she were enjoying it. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was open and she was making such wonderful little (and not so little) noises. And her hands were on Keman’s back, and both of them were sweating and he lowered his head to lick her neck and taste the salty sweat on her skin….
She called out his name and gripped him tightly and he felt that pressure inside of him coil and release. He felt his body shake and shudder and he knew what was happening and he couldn’t breathe for a moment and then….
It was over and he felt like he’d spent the whole day shifting. He flopped down onto Shana, exhausted, sated….
“Was that it?”
“Hmm?”
“Um. Are we done?”
“Aren’t we?” Keman looked up. That had been incredible! Hadn’t it? He’d felt like even his blood was on fire! He’d seen stars exploding behind his eyes!
“Oh. I guess.” Shana cleared her throat. “Well, if we’re done, you can get off of me. You’re heavy, you big oaf.” She shoved at him playfully, and Keman rolled off, onto his back beside her.
“So… it wasn’t that good for you?”
“I don’t know.” Shana shrugged, squirming to get comfortable. “It was like… it was getting there, and then…nothing. Now my stomach just feels weird and it aches. And the sheet has blood on it.”
“Blood?!?”
“Are there any napkins or handkerchiefs lying around?”
Considering what had just happened, Keman thought Shana was acting…well, a little too unimpressed. He felt around and came up with a napkin from dinner. Shana took it and busied herself cleaning up a bit.
Had he screwed up after all? Or was it just different for two-legged females? He knew elven ladies weren’t too interested in mating, and human concubines had to be brainwashed into it….
“Was it really that bad?” he asked, sheepishly.
“No. No, it wasn’t bad. It was just… oh, I don’t know. Not what I was expecting, I guess.”
“Maybe next time will be better?”
“Ha. And when’s the next time I get to do that going to be?” Shana lay back down and folded her hands on her chest. “It did have some really good parts.”
“That’s good.” Keman curled up and threw an arm around Shana’s waist, resting his head on her shoulder. “I…really liked it.”
“I could tell.” Shana laughed and wrapped her arms around him. “Who knows…maybe I’ll let you do it again.”
“I just hope it’s better for you.”
“We’ll get you a book. Or…I’m sure Shadow would just love to give you some tips.” Shana chuckled and Keman laughed and kissed Shana’s neck, settling in against her. He was tired now, and just wanted to sleep. Preferably just the way he was.
Luckily, Shana didn’t seem to have any problem with that whatsoever.