"Jaq. Jaq...? Little ghost... wake up."
Jaq sighed softly, shifting against the sinfully soft sheets. Why did it seem like every day she rose from that bed sighing in bliss? Her eyes opened the slightly crack, slashes of crimson through her thick black lashes.
She smiled up at her lover sleepily.
"Mmmm, good morning, Chase."
The dragon-lord of the Land of Nowhere grinned. "It's an excellent morning. I wake up to the sexiest, most beautiful witch in the world in my bed and there will be battle today with the monks!"
"A battle? With the monks?!" A crimson blush heated Jaq's cheeks and her eyes went wide. "Like this?! They'll see me!"
Chase kissed her, and then rolled to settle on his back, stacking his hands behind his head. He smirked up at the ceiling.
"That's the idea," he said, his voice deceptively casual and very wicked. "I can't wait for them to see you. I can't wait for them to figure out that you're now a woman. I can't wait for them to let down their guard so you can hogtie them with their own sashes, and I really can't wait for them to know that you're mine."
He laughed and shook his head slightly. "Can you just see that idiot Pedrosa's face? One look at you and he'll be tripping over his own tongue. He'll do everything he can to sweet talk you to his side."
Jaq blushed harder, crawling over to pillow her head on Chase's chest.
"But this'll be so embarrassing," she protested. "Those dicks made my life a living hell when I was a boy! I'll never hear the end of it now that I'm a woman!"
Chase wrapped an arm around his lover and held her tight. "My lovely little ghost, they won't be able to disrespect your skills once you hand them their own heads. Besides, we both know they're about as close to true Goodness as I am. With Pretend-Good like those children, you have to expect a certain amount of ribbing. If it will help any, when you do kick their asses, I'll have a hard-on the entire time."
Jaq snorted with laughter, pressing her face against Chase's chest.
"Well . . . I guess I can nail them all pretty good now . . ." she conceded. "Are you just going to stand there with a big grin and your armor skirting all tilted?" One white skinned hand lifted to stroke Chase's jaw. "Why are we battling the monks? Just because?"
The warlord nibbled gently at her fingertips and licked them. "No. Sometimes, during meditations or dreams, I will see glimpses of the day to come. I saw us battling the monks for possession of a Shen-Gong-Wu I do not want them to have. The Golden Condor. Similar to the Silver Manta Ray, only it is shaped like a condor. I'm trying to limit their means of traveling quickly since they haven't cottoned on to the fact that they can learn to teleport."
He allowed her to stroke his chin and neck, and smirked as he added, "As to the rest of it... There might be a hint of a bulge under the armor skirting. It is made of flexible metal links, after all. However... I think what's turning me on more is the idea of me claiming you in front of the monks."
"W-what?" Jaq grinned broadly. "Chase, you exhibitionist!" The young witch levered herself upright so that she could lean over Chase and give him a long, slow kiss.
"Is that the kind of thing that gets you hot? Are you imagining bending me over, pulling up my skirt and taking me from behind with Omi and the others just stare?" Jaq skimmed a light, teasing peck on the warlord's lips.
He kissed her back, more than a little interested. "Not quite. I was thinking of having you on my lap so I could hold you, and kiss you, while I made love to you. I could call your name and you would look at me the way you always do when we mate -- your eyes wide open and seeing nothing but me. I want to make those annoying brats supremely jealous; utterly jealous. Jealous that even though I am evil, I have found the love of my life. Jealous that the enemy they so callously spurned has turned into a perfectly gorgeous woman who can throw them all around with one wave of her hand... and she chose me."
"Chase . . ." Jaq purred, pressing another long, slow kiss to the warlord's mouth. She shifted over him until she was straddling his waist, her palms flat on his shoulders.
"You wanna make love to me?" she moaned, lipping and kissing at his lips and chin. "Why waste it on the monks? They'll just try to stop us. They're just so jealous of us. . . .of . . .of . . .of our love." She knew she was risking her life with the last two words, but if Chase would be forgiving of the presumption any time at all, it would be now.
Chase looked up at the woman straddling him, and his hands went to her hips.
"They are," he purred. "They are very jealous of our love. I want to make them even more jealous. I want to rub their snotty little noses in it. There they are, leading such supposedly pious little lives -- and look at us! Evil to our cores and we have the best of everything."
He leaned up, suddenly, and kissed into her mouth fiercely. When he pulled back, he said, "We have each other, my little ghost. I have you. I will never let you go." He kissed her again, his touch a trifle desperate.
Jaq accepted the fierce kisses eagerly, kissing back with the same air of desperation. Not only had Chase not chastised her for using the word love, but he had confirmed it, agreeing with her! And now he sweetened his words with promises of staying together forever.
The albino witch pressed her body against the naked warlord beneath her, rubbing in all the ways she knew he liked.
"I'll always be yours, Chase, I've always been yours! The hell with Good; Evil kicks ass."
Chase shivered and wrapped his arms around her. "It most certainly does. And now... Evil is going to tap your ass like it's never been tapped before!"
The monks were stone still -- as still as the cliff ledge they were standing on. They'd been trying to get to the condor nest where the Golden Condor waited, only to have Chase pop up out of nowhere.
Along with a guest.
Four jaws were in four identical positions: Hanging down low, entirely lax, as their owners gaped at the gorgeous, white-skinned woman cuddled up to the evil warlord.
Eventually, Kimiko managed to whisper, "Is it just me...? Or does she look like she's Jack Spicer's hot twin sister?"
Jaq did her best to avoid blushing in embarrassment.
The monks were outright gawking at her like they'd never seen a woman before. Jaq shifted gently against Chase's side and forced herself to take the initiative.
"What's the matter, Xiaolin losers? None of you have ever seen a chick before?"
Now the eyes bugged out hugely.
"Is that...?" gasped Clay.
"It is not possible!" wailed Omi.
"But that's--" squeaked Kimiko.
"JACK?!" howled Raimundo.
"Jaq with a 'Q'," replied the vision coolly.
Chase's arm hooked around the trim waist and pulled the girl close against him. "And mine, by the way," he said with a smile full of teeth.
"All yours," Jaq returned, stroking the warlord's cheeks smoothly.
"H-How in tarnation . . . "Clay began weakly.
"Let's just say I got in touch with my feminine side," Jaq said with a wicked grin. "It's true what they say: the female of the species is more deadly than the male."
"And because he's a girl, he's just now figured that out," said Kimiko, rolling her eyes.
"I think you mean 'she', Kimiko," laughed Raimundo.
"Yeah. Wrong pronoun, little lady," added Clay with a huge grin. "While my mama told me never t' associate with ladies dressed like Jaq is, there ain't no mistakin' what Jaq is because of it."
Omi shook his head and put his hands to his face. "I... I do not understand! Jack Spicer! Why would you give up your birthright as a male, and all the many specialnesses that go with it, just to be a girl?"
He barely dodged the punch Kimiko threw at his head.
Jaq scoffed.
"What 'specialnesses'? You have to act a certain way, look a certain way, be a certain way and you're never good enough! As a girl, now . . . ." Jaq sidled up to Chase again. "We can boil it all down to two words, children: multiple orgasms."
Jaq gave a happy sigh and looked back to the monks.
"This is the form I was meant to wear. This is the real me; it's why I made such a lousy boy."
Kimiko scoffed. "Oh, please! There's no such thing as multiple orgasms!"
Jaq and Chase both looked at Kimiko as if she had just said: The sun doesn't rise in the East!
"Uh-huh. Next you're going to say there's no such thing as female ejaculation," Jaq said slowly. "You've really never had multiple orgasms? Geez, I'm sorry."
Suddenly, Clay and Omi were looking at Kimiko and Raimundo with intense interest, and the two young monks in question were both blushing and looking anywhere but at each other.
Chase began laughing. "Oh, please... You have to be kidding me! He doesn't know how to give -- no. Never mind. I really don't want to go there."
However, he couldn't stop laughing, and so he tucked his face against Jaq's long, red hair and snickered.
Furious, Kimiko shouted at Jaq, "Well, maybe if you're a slut that kind of thing happens! Look at you! What is that you're wearing? Last decade's Evil Girl Housemaid Sex Costume?"
This was quickly followed by Raimundo patting his own crotch and saying, "Vindo sobre aqui, mel -- eu mostrar-lhe-ei como a torneira de um homem real entrega orgasms!"
Everyone froze.
Slowly, Kimiko turned to her boyfriend, and growled, "I don't know half of what you just said, Rai, but you better not have just invited her to let you try giving her some!"
A hot blush colored Jaq's cheeks.
"You know, last week a battalion of demons were fighting for the right to have sex with me. Why is it that little comment made me feel dirtier than they ever did?! Maiden's Vengeance Spark!" Jack thrust out her hand and a small bolt of red lightning flew from her black lacquered nails and struck the Dragon on Wind in the groin.
Rai's scream was high and shrill as he fell back and rolled away, clutching himself.
Only Clay's swift gesture of a hand that made the rock shelf extend kept Rai from rolling off the ledge and plummeting to his death.
Chase's expression was cold with displeasure. "I was expecting immaturity. I was not expecting him to treat you so crudely. Would you like me to kill him for you, my little ghost?"
The other three monks swiftly assembled to protect their teammate, glowering defensively.
"Awww, that's sweet, Chase, but y'know, I think I'd rather show them what else I got in exchange for my Y chromosomes." Jaq turned to the monks with an evil grin.
"I think I forgot to mention the dark magic part of the bargain."
Chase laughed darkly. "Oh, true, true -- so you did. Very well, my gorgeous witch; I'll just be up getting the Condor. Have fun."
He gave her a kiss on the neck, a stroke to her hip, and then he was climbing up the rock wall before anyone could say anything.
The Goth witch gave him a dreamy wave, watching him disappear up the side of the mountain.
"Now then. Where were we?" she asked, looking back at the monks. "Oh yeah; total humiliation. For your information, Kimiko, Chase likes me to dress like this!"
With that, Jaq shifted into a fight stance and lashed out with her first true attack.
"Catfight Burn Blast!" Jaq cried, hurling a round ball of energy towards the Dragon of Fire.
Kimiko groaned. "Oh, no -- not another cat-phrase reliant freak! And, Jaq, don't you know it's stupid to throw fire at a Fire master?"
Just before impact, the blast of energy exploded, spreading out to arc around and hit the Xiaolin monk from behind.
"'Catfight', honey. Don't you know girls never attack other girls directly? I've been a chick for a couple of weeks and I know that!" Jaq reached up and pulled her shrunken wand free of her hair, then made it grow to its medium staff-wand size.
"That was a fun warm-up but now try giving me a workout!"
Rai staggered up onto his feet. "I'll work you out, puta!" He clapped his hands together. "Typhoon Boom! WIND!"
All four monks were quickly anchored to the rock by Clay's Earth magic.
Jaq yelped as she was swept backwards off of the cliff. In less than a second, she had her wand switched to broomstick form and was astride it, zipping back up to where the monks were.
"You're going to have to try harder than that, asshole! Moonlight Beauty Shock!"
Kimiko was still not moving on her own, but she was conscious. Therefore, she screamed along with the others as bright light and a mint-scent lit up their world, rendering them all blind for the time being.
However, Omi had trained enough with blindfolds that being blind did not deter him.
"Jack-Spicer-who-is-now-a-girl!" shouted the little monk. "Your new attributes -- as big and mostly naked as they are -- will not defeat us! Wudai Neptune: WATER!"
The yellow monk sent two snaking ribbons of water, piloted by his mind, towards the witch.
"Mostly naked?! It's just a little cleavage!" Jaq blurted.
The albino witch reared her broomstick backwards sharply to try to avoid the water ribbons. Instead, she sent a bolt of red lightning through the water, hoping to hoist Omi by his own petard.
Omi let go of the connection to the water, sensing the oncoming electrical charge, but too late. He screeched in pain and passed out as he was mildly electrocuted.
"Dag nab it!" roared Clay. "You ain't playin' fair, Jack! I expect better from a lady!"
He stomped on the ledge and chunks of rock were dislodged. He used his will to crack them into different shapes and then sent the missiles speeding out to Jaq just as Kimiko got up, concentrated, and set them on fire.
"Eeeep! Uh, uh, uh . . . . . Marianas Deep Submerge!"
A ball of water and pressure and deep, crushing depth materialized in front of Jaq and swept outwards.
The monks all gaped at the gigantic torrent of water, powered by the force of 5,000 fire-hydrants, flashed out of nowhere. The flaming missiles were doused and pulverized easily -- and the torrent of water was still coming their way.
Clay was getting busy with the rock even as Kimiko erected a fire shield and Raimundo started swirling air currents.
It wasn't enough.
The water crashed into them with utter destruction and swept them all off the ledge.
Dojo pulled himself out of Clay's soaked hat, coughing, and grew to his full size and neatly caught his charges.
"Let's get outta here!" he bellowed, and started to fly away.
Jaq landed neatly on what was left of the ledge, watching the dragon fly away.
The monks all seemed pretty upset . . . except Raimundo.
The Dragon of the Wind was staring at Jaq with a gaze so intense the albino witch was surprised she didn't burst into flames. His eyes, green as poison, continued to glare until all detail was lost to the distance.
Jaq blinked suddenly.
"Holy Crap, did I just win?! I so rule!"
The young witch did an impromptu dance of triumph.
Chase watched Dojo fly away with the monks -- much the worse for wear -- astride him. He looked down the face of the cliff and saw Jaq doing a strange little dance of joy that did wonderful things to her attributes. Immensely pleased with what his lover had accomplished, Chase toppled over the side of the one-inch wide ledge he'd been perched on and free-fell down to where Jaq was still dancing.
Jaq jumped back with a yelp as Chase landed beside her, but quickly recovered.
"Chase! I won, I won, didja see?!" She squealed, bouncing up and down in glee. "They were all like: you're just Jack Spicer with boobs! And I was like: Nuh-uh! Eat this! And I blasted them all and they ran! I so rule!"
"Yes," he agreed his voice dropping into a low, sexy growl. "I did see. Well done, Jaq! I knew you would defeat them, my sexy little ghost."
"Yeeee!!" Jaq squealed, dancing around some more. "I'm Queen of the Underworld, baby! Jaq Spicer, Heylin/Stygian witch supreme!"
"And I," came that dark, dangerous growl, "am your Heylin Dragon Lord... am I not?"
That deep, predatory growl finally cut through Jaq's little moment of squee.
"Yes! Oh yes, Chase! My lord . . . My dark and evil lord and master!" The albino witch threw her arms around Chase's neck and hugged tightly.
Chase caught hold of that round, firm rump and squeezed. He grinned; a mouthful of sharp teeth. "Yes... yes, I am. I very much find myself wanting to master you after that incredible display!"
"Ooooo, right here? The monks already left, y'know." Jaq wriggled against the Heylin lord, reveling in the feel of those large, hot hands sneaking under her skirt to grope her panty-clad rump. "Who are we going to scandalize with our evil love?"
"There are always the condors," muttered Chase, bending to nip and kiss and suck at that long, white throat; maneuvering around the black velvet choker she wore.
"We'll show those raptors a thing or two," Jaq purred, skimming her fingers through Chase's long black hair. The young witch wriggled her hips, grinding forward suggestively.
Chase made a rumbling sound of appreciation and kissed his way down her chest. He loved her breasts -- loved, loved, loved them. So big, round, perky, and soft... they were perfect. He trailed his lips over her skin with soft nibbles and tiny licks, and then found the vee of her cleavage and gave tiny, lapping licks to the skin there.
One of his hands stroked down over her hip, and then, without any finesse at all, went up between her thighs.
A tiny squeak escaped her throat as Chase's fingers stroked the thin layer of silk that covered her womanly parts.
"C-Chase! Ah, you aren't wasting time, are you?" Jaq twisted until she could reach one of the warlord's pointed ears with her tongue and licked and sucked and flicked and slurped.
One shapely leg bent and hooked over Chase's hip. She wanted to wrap her legs around him, but lacked the leverage.
"Not even a little bit," he growled. "I want you. Gods above and gods below, but watching you trounce those idiot children was the hottest thing I've ever seen!"
To prove it, he whipped aside his armor skirting and pulled her hips tight against his own, letting her feel how aroused he was.
Jaq whimpered at the feel of the hard arch of Chase's erection pressing against her.
"You liked that? You like watching me kick Xiaolin monk ass, don'tcha? Oooo, who loves his bad ass evil consort?" She panted, rocking her hips forward to meet her lover's. Her silk panties were already wet; sometimes it seemed like all she had to do was get a deep whiff of the warrior's scent and she was wet as Seattle in December.
"I do," rumbled Chase, and he moved up to kiss her. "I do. I love you. I love you and I want you. Jaq... I want to be in you...!"
He was already tugging at her panties warningly.
"Y-you do? You love me? Chase . . .!"
The albino witch reached down, got a good grip on her own panties and tore them off.
"I love you, too! I want you in me! Come inside me, Chase!"
"Whatever you do," he said breathlessly as he quickly opened his own trousers and let his cock out to play, "don't send those to hell!"
Then, he stepped back, braced himself against the rock wall, and lifted her up effortlessly.
Holding her gaze with his own, he slowly -- sloooooowly -- brought her down on his rigid penis.
And moaned like he was dying as he slid into perfectly wet warmth.
Jaq's throat tightened and a series of choking gasps slipped past her lips as she was lifted and filled completely by the one person she loved most in the world; the one who apparently loved her back just as fiercely.
A few tears of joy slipped down her cheeks as she joined with her one true love.
"Chase . . .l-love you . . ."
He made a low, growling noise; a sound of pure pleasure at his possession of his woman.
Chase began flexing his hips -- tiny thrusts, because he didn't want to send them both careening over the edge, but he had to move. Jaq's slick flesh provoked that need in him something fierce!
"Love being inside you," he whispered. "Love stroking in and out, love driving you mad with pleasure... love spilling myself deep inside, claiming you as mine!"
Bending his head, he caught the edge of her bodice with his teeth and ripped a tear in the fabric so he could reach the nipple of her left breast, and began sucking with greedy pleasure.
The tiny, squeaking gasps disappeared and Jaq threw back her head and gave a long, feminine cry of desire. Her slim white hands cupped Chase's cheeks, urging him forward against her breasts.
"Yours . . .yours . . . I'm yours!" she panted, flexing her hips to take her lover deeper inside with every miniscule thrust he gifted her with. Her inner muscles tightened and fluttered around the hard length of his cock.
"Chase, move, move, as soon as you move, I'm gonna come, Chase, please!"
He let loose a cry that was almost whining. Spreading his feet, he braced himself firmly against the rock wall, drew his hips back, and thrust -- several times, hard, fast; in and out, giving her what she wanted.
True to her word, Jaq came spectacularly, crying and screaming. She clawed futilely at Chase's shoulders, breaking her nails on his armor.
After the last waves of pleasure ripped through her, Jaq was practically sobbing.
"Chase, Chase, oh god, my Chase," she gasped, able to do little more than spout a continual loop of her beloved's name.
When something similar to sense returned to her, she pressed a kiss to the ancient warlord's forehead.
"My Chase."
It was more than enough for him.
Overwhelmed by a burst of pleasure so powerful it shocked him to his core, Chase howled his lover's name in a crystal-clear tone and came just as spectacularly.
He held her close, chanting her name and his need of her, as he spilled his essence deeply, copiously inside -- so much of it that it leaked out around his hard, throbbing member and made a mess of them both.
Jaq held him close, shivering as he cried and gasped and filled her with his seed.
As he quieted, Jaq moved her lips close to Chase's ear.
"That was so incredible, my love. If I died right now, I'd go with a smile."
"No dying," he snarled, and kissed her possessively.
When he let go of her mouth, he looked into her dazed, red eyes and said softly, "No dying. Ever. I will not suffer the lack of your presence."
"Chase, I'm not immortal," Jaq said weakly, so dazed by Chase's profession of love, the earth-shattering sex, and now his insistence that she live forever that she could do little more than shiver in her lover's arms.
"We'll worry about that later. For now..." Chase grinned. "What say we clean up, spend a few minutes to recover, and then you may fly us home in the Golden Condor?"
"I get to play with the new Wu?" Jaq asked with a grin. "Yippee!"
After the couple had settled themselves and cleaned up, the warlord handed his prize to his new witch with a smile.
"Thank you, ai ren!" she said with a grin, placing a gentle kiss on Chase's lips.
Jaq turned away from the mountain and heaved the Shen-Gong-Wu out into open air.
"Golden Condor!"
The small, bird-shaped statue expanded exponentially, ending up as a sleek, golden aircraft that slightly resembled the bird it was named for.
The evil pair leapt from the cliff edge into their mystical transport.
Jaq settled herself in the cockpit.
"Shall I ferry you home, my lord?" she teased.
Chase's smile was wide and gleaming. "I greatly enjoy that you give me proper respect, xin ài. Yes... ferry us both home."
He settled back in his seat as the clear glass canopy pulled down to cover them, allowing them to see around them, but keeping them protected from wind burn.
"Of course I give you respect. Would you prefer I always speak to you thusly, my lord?" Jaq said with a grin.
Without waiting for an answer, Jaq grasped the joystick with practiced ease and sent the Golden Condor streaking across the sky.
Chase laughed and enjoyed the ride. His Jaq -- no matter what form she was in -- was a superb pilot without equal.
"No," he said after a moment's thought. "I do appreciate that you respect me, little ghost, but too much of such saccharine adoration and obeisance will soon grow tiring. Be yourself, pretty ghost-girl -- that's all I want."
"Yay! Chase loves me for me! Wheeeeee!" Jaq squealed, sending the Condor barrel-rolling through the clouds.
Scarcely had they leveled out then Jaq pulled back on the stick, pulling the Wu into a huge double loop.
Chase let out a howl of glee, reaching instinctively for a hand-hold on the edges of the cockpit. His stomach was tingly and nauseous with the movement, but the flying was still fun -- mainly because he knew he could teleport them both out of danger if anything went wrong.
For now, he allowed Jaq to do whatever she wanted with the aerial vehicle.
The albino witch sent the Condor looping and swirling through the sky, diving through clouds and playing tag with the sunlight. Sure, she could fly on a broomstick now, or just teleport, but there was something just plain fun about flying a machine.
Jaq was almost sorry when they reached Chase's palace once again, but she circled a few times and brought the vehicle down on the jutting rock shelf before the dark keep.
"Most excellent flying, Jaq," Chase said, his voice deep with approval. He had an almost sly look on his face.
"Ah . . . I forgot how much fun that was," Jaq panted, her cheeks rosy. The young woman stroked the joystick fondly. "Sorry to hog it all; did you want a turn?"
A wicked smile. A wave of his hand... and Jaq was suddenly kneeling on the seat, facing backwards. Chase shifted to make room, and a moment later, his magic teleported her into his seat, away from the joystick, and he was easing up behind her.
Opening his trousers again, he slid his firm cock into her from behind and began nipping at the back of her neck.
Jaq keened in surprise as she was breached, but quickly recovered. She was still wet and loose from their previous encounter on the cliff.
"Ch-Chase! Oh my god, do you ever go soft? Ah, ah! Randy crocodile!"
Chase grinned, his hips moving slow and steadily; rolling in a silky rhythm. "If I do, it doesn't last for long. Knowing that the most beautiful evil witch in the world loves me and wants me all the time does a lot for keeping me up. I love knowing that all I have to do is tell you what I want and you do it without hesitation. I have a fantasy of you coming home from your duties, finding me in the throne room, and the first thing I do is order you to get on your knees in front of me as I sit on my throne and suck me off!"
Chase shuddered and thrust a bit harder, and then relaxed, panting.
"It makes me almost mad with delight, little ghost," he murmured in her ear, "because I know you'd do it."
With that, he set about making love to her; wanting to feel her respond to him, rise for him, come for him.
"Ah! Of course I'd do it! That's hot, Chase! I love it when you get all 'Demanding Evil King' on me. Mmm, ah I can just see you with that smug smirk on your face, looking down at me while I suck you, then you'd pull out at the last minute and come on my face. You wouldn't even ask first, you'd just do it, because that's the kind of magnificent bastard you are!" Jaq sank her nails into the seat in front of her.
"Yeah, do me, Chase! Do whatever you want with me! I'm yours!"
Chase laughed helplessly even as he fucked his lover faster, harder. His chuckles soon died away and he was moaning as he nipped and kissed everywhere he could reach while driving deep inside her.
"You feel so wonderful," he moaned softly. "I've been waiting so long for you... Why did you make me wait? Why was I left alone? Jaq, little ghost, Jaq, my Jaq... oh, merciless gods, please, Jaq, come for me!"
Later, Jaq would ponder the sadness of that question. Later, she would snuggle her lover to bits and assure him that she changed as quickly as she could; and if she had only known how he felt, she would have found a way to change sooner. Later, she would whisper endearments and reassurances to her beloved.
But now, now she would obey him.
"Yessss . . . .yes, Chase! I'm gonna, I'm gonna . . . Oh God, I'm coming! I'm coming for you!"
Jaq arched her back and screamed as waves of sheer pleasure locked up her muscles.
Chase yowled his own pleasure and pinned her down as he fucked hard and fast into her, actively working to fill her full of his come.
"Want... me... in... you!" he managed to grunt before the ecstasy of his orgasm white-washed his speech centers in a blur of pleasure-static.
Several minutes later, he came back to himself to realize they were still hunched tightly together. His cock was still deep inside her and he sighed blissfully at how warm and cozy it felt to be tucked in her warm, wet inner pocket.
"Xin ài," he said, and his voice was feather-soft as he nuzzled gently against her head.
"Ai ren," Jaq returned breathlessly.
Chase was still buried deep inside of her. He had never really stayed for any length of time, but it felt so nice . . . so intimate to simply stay joined for a bit without being overcome by the urge to thrust and fuck.
"Stay inside of me," she pleaded. "Just for a little while."
"Yes," he agreed instantly. "You hold me so well, little ghost; so warm and perfect and right -- as if you were made only for me."
"I was." Jaq said instantly. "For you; I was made just for you, ai ren. I wasn't right at first, but I fixed it."
"You have no idea," he said quietly, his words heavy, "how much I appreciate it."
Suddenly, his arms tightened around her. In a whirl of space and time, they were suddenly lying on their sides in Chase's bed; still deeply connected to one another.
Jaq purred a long, feminine sound of pure delight. Magic rippled from her palms and crawled over her flesh, dragging away her clothing until she held a tight ball of velvet, silk and lace in one hand, which she tossed carelessly on the floor.
The albino witch stroked a hand over Chase's arm, repeating the spell and disrobed her lover even as he lay still, enjoying feeling her skin bare itself to his.
"Little ghost . . ." he murmured.
Given his constant sexual dalliances, it was no surprise when the dragon lord fell asleep, his chosen lover clutched tightly in his arms and his quiescent cock still snugged deep inside her.
"My dragon . . ." Jaq returned, falling unconscious with a soft sigh of bliss.
Footsteps clacked loudly on the highly polished marble floor. The floor was so highly polished it was reflective to an almost mirror-like finish. Jaq wondered about the wisdom of this as she jogged towards the crystal throne of Lord Gurymix. The albino witch supposed it made it hard to sneak up on the ruler, but did the floors really have to be so highly reflective?
"Huh, the lace is coming off of the edge of my panties," Jaq announced to no one in particular.
"Spicerella, you are late!" A chill voice announced.
Jaq looked up at a woman whose cascading lengths of black hair couldn't have been straighter if they'd been ironed. The woman was pale, not nearly as pale as Jaq, but fair-skinned nonetheless. This was enhanced by a strangely-cut long black gown. Combined with the shocking black hair and blood red lipstick, it gave her a mildly surreal look, as if someone had let a runway model loose before hosing her down first.
"Anise! Late?" Jaq checked the watch on her wrist. "I'm not late; I'm ten minutes early."
The older Stygian witch rolled her eyes dramatically.
"Of course you aren't late for your mission," Anise sighed. "But Gurymix has been brooding on his throne for hours; all the others have been here tending to him except for you."
"'Tending to him'?" Jaw echoed, continuing towards the lavender crystal throne.
"Oh you know; rubbing his shoulders, kneeling beside his throne, offering to fetch him drinks, trying to lift his spirits," Anise said airily, gesturing with one delicate hand.
"Ah."
Jaq didn't mention the fact that when she wanted to lift Chase's spirits, the first thing she did was take down his pants. She didn't want Gurymix to get any ideas.
The two witches were close enough to the throne now to catch the dark lord's eye. Physically, the dark lord appeared to be a weakling. He was frail and ethereal looking, even more so than Jack had been, with short, spiky silver hair and pale lavender eyes. As usual, he was dressed in flowing black and purple robes that were open to show off a sculpted chest that he did not, in fact, have.
He was slumped morosely on his throne, the rest of the Stygian witches draped around him.
"See how depressed he is? None of us can coax a smile from him," Anise sighed.
"Huh," Jaq announced. Without breaking stride, the albino witch drew the shrunken wand from her hair, extended it to wand/staff length and thrust it between Anise's ankles. The dark haired witch went down in a heap across the polished floor.
Lord Gurymix's lavender eyes widened. Then he burst out laughing.
"Ah, Spicerella! I knew you would be able to lift my spirits!"
"I have that effect on people!" Jaq announced cheerfully, striking a cute pose. "Hi, Laurel! Hi, Melilot! Thyme, Cassia."
The other four witches glowered at Jaq. Anise muttered genteelly under her breath as she climbed back to her feet.
"Well, Spicerella has joined us early, so I suppose I can tell you your mission," Gurymix announced.
"Break hearts, spread chaos, suck out people's energy," Jaq said automatically.
There was a pause.
Lord Gurymix beamed.
"Again, I knew you would not disappoint me, Spicerella! Ah, how refreshing to work with a witch who can figure things out of her own!" The frail lord announced airily.
Five pairs of eyes glared at Jaq murderously.
The albino witch barely refrained from slapping her palm over her face.
Oh yes, she was so brilliant for figuring out the same thing they did for every mission. Oh how she wanted to be back with Chase, letting their equal intelligences feast off of each other until Chase became overcome with desire at the brilliance of her mind and bent her over the table in his war room.
"Anyway, there's an Irish Festival in Crystal City today. There will be many musicians and dancers there; their energy will be ripe for the picking. Spicerella, you will accompany Anise there, but it will be your responsibility to gather energy on your own. This will be your 'graduation mission.'" Gurymix announced, gesturing languidly.
"Let joy be unconfined," Jaq deadpanned.
"Try to keep up, little girl," Anise sneered and teleported away.
Jaq sighed and rolled her eyes, tilting her head back. She found the trail of Anise's spell and teleported along with her, appearing in a field surrounded by lots of redheads and way too much green.
"I have been known to suck the energy from three people in one day, Spicerella. Gurymix may have hired you because he liked the look of you, but now you're going to have to deliver. I suggest you get to work." The dark-haired witch assumed a more normal dress and headed off into the crowd.
"Mmmm-hmmm," Jack opined, looking around.
"Ooooooh! Look at all the red!" squealed Cherry Sunday. She pressed her curled fists to her cheeks and wiggled. "Like, omigod! Red-headed boys are so cute, aren't they?"
"If you like them when they're twelve," smirked Tawny Opaline. "Me, I prefer guys a bit closer to my age."
"What? You mean, like, ancient?" teased one of the younger girls, Rose Trellis.
"Oh, no -- don't argue!" pleaded Cherry when she saw the scowl Tawny gave Rose. "Please don't! Look, let's just forget about boys -- even if they are cute -- and just listen to the music while we keep an eye out for Gurymixes ugly old hags."
Tawny nodded. "You're right. After all, wherever many people gather to have energetic, good-natured fun, there they are."
"Sucking off all the hot energy!" said Rose with a noble frown.
Cherry blushed bright red and giggled behind her hand while Tawny sighed, shook her head, and gave the pale-blonde girl a pained look.
"What?" asked Rose, confused.
"That's 'sucking out', not 'sucking off'," corrected Tawny.
"What's the difference?" wondered Rose aloud.
"About 20 Euros, li'l scanger," called a passing Irishman, and he and his fellows laughed heartily.
"What?" echoed Rose stupidly, and then hurried after her friends. "What? What? What'd I say?"
Anise stalked after a handsome bagpiper, planning the hunt in her mind. She'd catch his eye with her incredible beauty, then lure him away from the crowds and suck him dry of energy. Perfect.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Spicerella approaching a band of young musicians, a charming smile on her face.
Hhhnnff. Good luck to the puppy.
Anise followed the handsome bagpiper out of the fair grounds.
"Hi guys!" Jaq said to the band of young Irishmen. "Do you guys know any Flogging Molly?"
The lead singer gave her a broad grin, letting his eyes feast on Jaq's generous curves.
"Yeah, luv."
"Do you know 'Devil's Dance Floor'?" Jaq asked coyly.
"Yeah, we know that one!"
"If you played it for me, I'd dance for you," the albino witch offered with a little wiggle. "Could you do that for me?"
The band launched in to the opening chords of the song with no hesitation.
Jaq's grin was pure evil.
"Delicious."
Jaq tapped her heel against the ground at the fast, energetic music pumping around her. Irish music was great: so fast, so lively, it was so easy to catch hold of and weave a spell through the notes and then let it run wild. This is exactly what she did as the singer launched into the lyrics.
'Her breath began to speak
As she stood right in front of me,
The color of her eyes
Were the color of insanity
Crushed beneath her wave
Like a ship I could not reach her shore
We're all just dancers on the Devil's Dance Floor!'
By that time the band was thoroughly enchanted. They'd keep playing until their fingers and tongues bled from the strain. The music boosted the enchantment spell, lifting it and carrying it across the fair grounds.
Jaq smirked and caused all the gates surrounding the park to slam shut and lock.
'Well swing a little more
Little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more
A little more next to me
Swing a little more
Little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more on the Devil's Dance Floor!'
Now the listeners nearest the band were being enchanted, too. They fell into a wild, crazed dance step, flinging them through the air and grabbing dance partners from the watching crowd, who were then enchanted themselves.
In the middle of it all stood Jaq, tapping her foot and smirking like a cat who has not only swallowed the canary, but managed to blame it on the dog.
The frenzy of the song and the dancers hadn't yet spread out to where Cherry, Tawny, and Rose were. They would have remained unaware of it for several more minutes if it hadn't been for the gate that swung closed and locked itself only a few feet away.
They looked at each other, puzzled.
"That was weird," said Cherry.
"Yeah," agreed Rose. "Do you think...?"
"Well... it could be," said Tawny hesitantly. "I mean, that's not the kind of thing Gurymix's old bats generally do, but hey -- even ugly old evil can come up with new tricks sometimes."
"Yeah," agreed the other two.
Tawny nodded her head. "Alright, then," she said decisively. "Let's investigate, Scouts!"
They headed deeper into the throng of dancing Irish people, heading for the band.
'Well she took me by the hand
I could see she was fiery one
Her legs ran all the way
Up to heaven and past Avalon
Tell me something girl
What it is you have in store
She said Come with me now
On the Devil's Dance Floor!'
Jaq was dancing now, too, spinning and kicking and leaping in delight. She had a whole crowd at her command. It seemed like such a waste to just suck out their energy; she could have them start a riot, or rob banks, or burn down the city. Stupid Gurymix, why did his vision have to be so limited?
The enchantment spell was spreading, eating up more and more people, who then drove their own energy level higher and higher with the wild Irish dance. When she had the whole grounds ensorcelled and the energy was at its peak, then she'd tap the energy and send it back to the Crystal Palace.
"Hey!" said Cherry as she bounced to the beat. "This song is pretty kicky!"
"Yeah!" said Rose, also dancing. "I just love Irish music!"
"I'd love it more if it weren't a Stygian plan of attack!" said Tawny with a scowl. "Don't you see how frantic everyone is? They're building a lot of energy!"
Cherry and Rose gasped.
"Oh, my gosh! They're really here! They're really trying this on such a big scale!" said Cherry, her eyes wide.
Tawny nodded, scowling beautifully. "We have to stop them! Spread out and find them! Send up a shower of Star Sparks when you do!"
The three Star Scouts split up and moved off into the crowd.
A few blocks away a handsome bagpiper tumbled to the ground, his energy completely gone.
"Thank you for the energy," Anise growled. "It will serve Lord Gurymix well. And now I must return to . . . the . . festival . . ." The witch trailed off.
Back at the festival grounds, a massive energy build-up was straining to be contained. How in the Dark Realms was that possible? Spicerella!
Anise teleported back into the fair grounds and looked around at the wildly dancing people. They were obviously enchanted and building up lots of energy.
The Stygian witch suddenly felt stupid that none of them had ever thought of making people build up energy before.
This whole crowd was under Spicerella's control. The entire crowd.
'Well swing a little more
Little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more
A little more next to me
Swing a little more
Little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more on the Devil's Dance Floor!'
Jaq caught a glimpse of Anise picking her way through the dancing throng. If anything, the older witch looked lost and bewildered. Jaq almost felt sorry for her, but luckily the feeling soon passed.
"Come join the dance, Anise!" Jaq cried.
A jet of cherry-red sparks in the shape of stars went up as Cherry Sunday spotted the two Stygian witches. Anise looked distinctly uncomfortable and angry as she glared up at her co-worker, the new witch, Spicerella.
"You found them?!" asked Tawny and Rose as they appeared beside her, all of them in their Star Scouts uniform.
"Yeah," said Cherry. "Look! That new witch -- Spicerella! She's jigglin' and shakin' it for the world to see! Probably why everyone's all rowdy!"
"I don't know," smirked Tawny. "We liked the beat and we don't like her!"
"Yeah!" said Rose and the three blonde girls grinned cattily.
"Well, we won't stand by and let innocent people be harmed! Let's get to it, Star Scouts!" cried Tawny, and she began the charge forward.
"Spicerella! What in the name of all that's dark are you doing?!" Anise wailed.
"I'm siphoning off these sad sacks like big oil raids the Alaskan wildlife parks!" The albino witch announced. "Gurymix wants energy, he gets energy!"
"Are you crazy?!" Anise cried, stalking forward. "This many people? The Crystal Star Scouts are sure to notice!"
"So what?!" Jaq demanded. "Let 'em come! I've got all these people dancing to my tune! You think I'm afraid of three little girls in sailor suits? Or you?!"
'The apple now is sweet
Much sweeter than it ought to be
Another little bite
I don't think there is much hope for me
The sweat beneath her brow
Travels all the way and heading south
This bleedin' heart's crying 'cause
There's no way out!'
"Here's a friendly bit of advice, Anise! Don't fuck with me; I'm crazy!" Jaq announced.
A moment later an energy draining spell hit Anise square in the chest, sending her energy straight to the holding crystals in the Crystal Palace.
The three Crystal Star Scouts skittered to a stop, gaping in shock as Spicerella attacked her own teammate.
"Oh, my gosh," breathed Cherry. "Did she really just...?"
"Yes, she did," said Tawny grimly. "Which is why we have to act--"
She never got the chance to finish her sentence.
Jaq swung her wand around, catching Tawny in the chest and ripping her energy out.
"Yeah, boo hoo! Three girls in stupid-looking costumes are going to hit me with sparkly lights! I fuck a dragon of my own free will; you think maybe I'm used to danger?!" Jaq cried, her eyes alight in unholy glee. The power over the people she held sway in was giving the white-skinned witch a contact high.
Cherry and Rose shrieked and clutched each other.
"Tawny!" they cried, tears streaming down their cheeks.
A moment later, they let go and brandished their wands at Jaq.
"You mean old cow!" shouted Rose. "Now you've made us really mad!"
"Yeah!" yelled Cherry. "And getting Good Guys mad is--"
"'Old'? I'm seventeen and you don't even have breasts!" Jaq roared and then blasted them both with a jolt of red lighting. "A friendly warning, children; I'm not like the rest of these idiots! I kick ass and take names; I use magic for more besides leading people on! I'm a goddess of destruction, baby!"
The bubble of enchantment hit the walls of the festival grounds. Jaq raised her wand and triggered the transference spell.
Back at the Crystal Palace, the holding crystals suddenly glowed brighter than the sun.
Chase Young, sitting in his throne back at his mountain palace, watched with amazement, arousal, and malicious glee as Jaq completely decimated the "Good Guys", her own teammate, and laid waste to an entire festival full of people.
He watched through his Eye Spy Orb as Jaq threw back her head and howled hateful laughter to the sky, red lightning sparking and crackling from her as if it couldn't be contained.
He settled in and waited, knowing that sooner or later, she would return to him.
Chase Young wasn't the only one watching the albino witch's debut.
Lord Gurymix stared into his seeing crystal, his violet eyes shining as he stared at the dark goddess before him.
When he had met Jack Spicer, he had thought the boy had much potential, though he never gave much thought to what he would look like as a witch. That Jaq's female form was absolutely gorgeous was a pleasant surprise. To see Spicerella in her full evil glory was transcendent.
"Oh . . . . ." Gurymix breathed, feeling a sudden, intense heat warm his loins.
"Lord Gurymix?" Cassia murmured, swinging her long blonde hair against the ethereal man's shoulder. "Spicerella is dangerous. Did you see how she attacked Anise?"
"Anise is incompetent," Gurymix snarled, shoving the witch out of the way. "Spicerella has just single-handedly gathered more energy for me in one fell swoop than the rest of you shiftless strumpets have in your entire careers!"
Cassia fell back with a whimper.
"Mark my words, Lord Gurymix . . . . Spicerella will be the death of you."
The dark lord sneered disdainfully and turned his attention back to the seeing crystal.
As the spell settled, Jaq panted frantically, still riding high on the power of her own magic.
"Yes! Yes! I'm Kali, bitches, hear me roar! That's – that's – I want . . . ." Jaq paused and a distinctly different light glowed in her red eyes. "That's enough work for one day! See you losers later!"
Jaq Spicer disappeared in a puff of red smoke.
And reappeared in Chase Young's lap.
His smooth greeting was drowned as Jaq kissed him ferociously. She laid both hands on the warlord's chest and let out a blast of magic that turned his armor to tissue paper, which she then tore off.
Jaq ripped her lips from the Heylin dragon lord's.
"Erection!" she ordered. "Now!"
Gold eyes grew wide.
Chase Young was the lord of his castle, the timeless evil king of China. He took orders from no man.
"Keep your eyes open!" Jaq cried. "I want to see those gorgeous golds while I'm fuckin' your brains out!"
A slow, wicked smile crossed the dragon-lord's face.
"Yes, ma'am," he drawled sarcastically, and repositioned his clothing so that his hard cock was bare.
He placed his hands firmly on the arm rests of his throne and looked straight into her eyes.
"Oh gods, yeah! Need that! Need you! I'm so horny I could die!" Jaq wailed, tearing at her own clothing. "I won; I beat the Crystal Star Soldiers, beat Anise, drained over two hundred people, it was incredible! And I'm so goddamn horny!"
The albino witch lathered Chase's face with kisses, grinding her already soaked pussy against his cock.
"I know," he said, his voice rough with approval. "I saw. I'm very proud of you, Jaq!"
He never lifted his hands from the arm rests.
Jaq reached one hand down between them, rubbing the head of Chase's member against the wet folds of her own sex, preparing him for entry.
"Next time I do that; next time I blow people away, I want you right there, I want you to be with me!" She let out a tiny, frustrated whimper. "Cha-ase! Why won't you hold me?!"
"Ah, I'm sorry," he murmured. "Given the way you leaped on me and demanded my cock and my eyes, I figured that was all you required of me."
Jaq gave a long, frustrated groan and rubbed her body against Chase's, tearing at the frogs of his silk shirt.
"I need you! All of you! Right now!"
His grin widened.
"I really should force you to ask me nicely," he murmured. "Really, Jaq... giving me orders? Hah."
He brought his hands up, finally, and caught hold of her hips. He lifted her slightly, easily, and positioned her more perfectly over his erection.
Tilting his head a little bit, he licked teasingly at the plump curve of one full breast.
"Lucky for you, I don't feel like torturing myself, as well," Chase growled, and he pulled her down onto his cock.
Jaq cried out, throwing her head back as she was filled with her lover's cock.
"Ah! Chase, I just need you! I feel like I'm going to die if you don't fuck me good and hard right now! Please, baby! Please, I need it!" The witch cried, grinding her hips down, taking him deeper inside of her.
Without waiting for him to move, she started to rock, bucking her hips roughly.
"Yeah, yeah, like that! Just like that!"
Chase made a low, rough sound of amusement. He was tempted to once again return to complete stillness, but what would be the point? Jaq had come to him for loving; she had come to him because she was counting on him to deliver spectacular orgasms.
Far be it from him to fall down on the job.
He held her steady while she rode him, allowing her to set the pace and the rhythm.
For himself, he took the treat of her breasts. By all the evil gods, he adored her breasts. So round, so full and firm and perfectly perky.
He curled his tongue around one palest pink nipple and sucked gently.
"Yes! Chase! My Chase! My Dragon King! Fuck me! Fuck me like a beast! Let that dragon out!" Jaq squealed, thrashing and grinding wildly.
She fisted one hand in his long black hair and pressed it against her breasts.
For one brief moment... he was tempted.
Truly tempted to give her his ferocity in its entirety.
He didn't dare.
To unleash all of his power on her would not simply kill Jaq -- it would literally rip her to shreds.
That was the last thing he wanted.
So, instead, he held her close against him and bucked his hips upward, slipping free of his chair on purpose, and fell to his knees. He cupped the back of her head in his hand to protect her as he used his body to push her down onto the floor.
Bracing himself on his hands, he leaned up and began fucking hard into her hot, wet sheath.
"Like this?" he rumbled, his hips working hard and fast between her legs. "Fuck you like this, my pretty ghost-girl? Or perhaps you'd like me to change forms and take you like that?"
Red eyes, half-closed in passion, grew wide.
"Ah! Ah! Could – ah – could you?!" She breathed with a grin. "I love it when you're all dragony!"
The witch worked her inner muscles around Chase's member. She writhed against the marble floor fitfully.
"If – hah –if you – ah – think you wouldn't – ah- tear me apart-hah, then yes! Yes, I want you dragony!"
Chase paused and stared down at her incredulously.
"You... you do?" he asked, almost gasping.
No lover -- ever -- in his lifetime who'd been worthy of him had wanted him dragony.
"Yes," Jaq panted. "Of course! You're gorgeous as a dragon, Chase! Your body is still all muscley and powerful, your scales are the most gorgeous shade of green, and your mane," Jaq paused, stroking one hand down a lock of silky black hair. "Your mane is still as beautiful as it is now!"
Jaq shifted up on her elbows and looked up at the dragon lord through her thick lashes.
"Shift to your true form, Chase. Take me as a dragon, you supernatural stud."
He burst out laughing.
Crushing her gently down onto the floor, Chase snuzzled against her neck, her breasts, and then kissed her deeply before pulling away, pulling out.
"Very well, my beautiful ghost," he said with a wide grin. "Assume the position you wish me to take you in while I..."
Even as his voice trailed off, his body began changing.
Green scales ruffled into existence. The whites of his eyes became a deep, golden yellow. A tail burst from the small of his back and his hair bunched and shortened into leathery spikes.
Jaq grinned at the sight of her dragon lord assuming his true form. She reached back and pulled down the zipper of her short dress and then tossed the garment aside. Clad only in her garter belt, stockings and gloves, the albino witch rolled over onto her hands and knees, looked over her shoulder and gave Chase a smoldering 'come hither' look.
The dragon-lord paused to look at the woman waiting for him. While her pose was something obscenely pornographic, he liked it. Adored it, for it was Jaq; his Jaq.
His beautiful girl who'd given up everything she'd been to become his.
Chase walked forward on his hands and feet, bent his head, and nudged at her rump. He inhaled deeply; scenting the aroma of aroused female deep in his olfactory cavities.
Then, happily, he snaked out his tongue and tasted her.
Jaq made a tiny, happy sound of surprise and wriggled, bucking her hips backwards.
"I gotta admit, Chase, half of this fantasy is what you can do with that tongue," she panted.
He chuckled, deep in his throat and chest. His frontal fangs indented the skin of her rump and the backs of her thighs; pressing length-wise against the smooth, white flesh. Chase wriggled his tongue, flicked it, thrust with it, and relished the taste of her sweetness.
Jaq keened and gasped, wriggling and writhing without care for the razor sharp teeth pressed against her skin.
"Yeah! Chase, my Chase! My king, my dragon, my beast! My beauty and my beast!"
Tiny, whining pants escaped her lips as she allowed Chase's new form to explore her body.
He was exploring her. While his tongue with its heightened taste sensitivity licked and lapped her crotch, his tail stole stealthily forward. He didn't dare lift his hands from the floor; he didn't want to topple over.
But he couldn't ignore those firm, beautiful tits that were swinging free, either.
Even as he fucked in and out of her with his tongue, the feathery-leathery tip of his tail slipped under her to begin stroking and teasing her breasts.
Jaq cried out in passion. One hand reached down to squeeze and stroke the thick muscular tail that was working over her breasts like an affectionate python. Between the tickle of his tail tip and the squeeze of his muscles and the stroking of his tongue, Jaq felt her orgasm approaching with lightning speed.
"C-chase! I'm gonna come!"
No sooner was this said than it was done.
Jaq orgasmed spectacularly, clawing at the marble floor and screaming until her voice was hoarse.
"Oh. Oh . . . . . oh . . ." she breathed, her passion spent.
Her knees held her up while the rest of her body relaxed into a happy puddle on the floor.
Chase rumbled a draconic purr, but he didn't stop. He continued to lick his beautiful lover, drinking her orgasmic juices. His tail, though not terribly sensitive, had enough feeling in it to enjoy the warmth and weight of her breasts.
He licked and stroked, driving her back into passion. He took her higher and higher and made her come again before starting over.
Then, as she was in the frenzy of her third arousal, he abruptly lifted up and crouched over her.
"Stay still!" he hissed in warning as he pressed the head of his dragon-large cock against her wetness.
Jaq made a vague sound of understanding. She was relaxed as it was possible to be, having been pleasured again and again by Chase's talented tongue. When one heavy, scaled claw braced against the floor near her face, Jaq cooed softly and stroked the fearsome paw affectionately with a sappy look on her face.
Then she felt the size and hardness of Chase's dragon cock stretching her.
Closing her eyes, the albino witch concentrated on remaining relaxed and breathing evenly.
Chase pushed in slowly. Every few scant centimeters he would pause to allow Jaq to adjust to the immense girth and pressure of him.
"Little ghost," he breathed. "So hot... so tight..."
Jaq breathed in sharply and then forced herself to relax and welcome her lover even deeper inside of her. She pushed back slowly as Chase kept his forward thrust slow and gentle. She almost laughed at the incongruity of it; she had asked Chase to fuck her like an animal and here he was being more gentle and considerate than she'd ever imagined.
He was big. Godsdamn it, he was big. It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time.
"C-Chase . . . . my dragon king . . ."
He dipped his head; nuzzled gently at hers.
"My Jaq," he purred. "My beautiful ghost-girl, my powerful witch. Only a few moments more, qíng rén -- only a few moments. Then, you will have adjusted to me, and I will take you!"
"Yes," Jaq breathed happily. "I feel so, so honored just to be able to take you like this. I could probably count on one hand how many other women in history have experienced this."
Her inner muscles rippled and relaxed, fluttering around the dragon lord's cock.
Chase laughed quietly, gasping softly.
"Doubtful," he murmured. "It's rather difficult to count zero on a hand."
Jaq's eyes widened.
"I'm – I'm the only one? Ever?"
Chase gently nuzzled her with his chin. "The only one. Ever."
Another nuzzle. "My beautiful girl."
He felt her pulse and flutter around his cock and gave a low, growling moan.
Then, carefully, he began a slow slide out.
Jaq sucked in a sharp breath through her nose as her muscles complained loudly at the sudden absence of Chase and his immense cock. Oh, she was going to be sore as hell tomorrow but it was worth it to be able to take her lover this way.
"C-Chase . . . ah . . . I'm the most fortunate woman in the world."
Slowly, slowly, he pushed back in.
"I'm glad you feel that way," he rumbled smugly. "If it helps any... I, too, feel fortunate in having found a lover who wants me in every way."
Jaq wanted to say of course she wanted him in every way; he was Chase Young, Heylin lord, evil genius, sexy beast, fantastic lover, immortal warrior extraordinaire. Such eloquence was beyond her at the moment.
"Ah! I love you," she stated simply.
Muscles tensed and writhed around Chase's cock as the witch beneath him searched for the least painful way to take her draconian lover. She arched her back, she bowed her back, she shifted her hips restlessly. Make no mistake, she wanted this, wanted Chase to take her in this form, but she wasn't used to his size yet and it hurt.
Chase could feel her discomfort and it distressed him.
Without a word -- only a low sound of regret for her pain -- he changed back to his human form while still inside her.
Red eyes snapped open wide and Jaq threw a startled glance over her shoulder.
"What are you doing? Why did you change back, Chase?"
"You were in pain," he said, and tucked his head down so he could lick over the back of her neck. "Too, I do not wish to wait for you to fully adjust to me. I need you, Jaq Spicer. Your performance stirred my blood! I must have you -- now!"
So saying, he began a cautious, easy in-and-out motion.
Jaq sighed in pleasure at Chase's gentle thrusts, but her brows were still knit in distress.
"Chase, I - ah ah - want you - ah, oh god - as a dragon. Yeah, it hurt - oh mm - but I wanted you that way. My – my Chase I want to ah hah try again later."
"Yes, later," he agreed, already shuddering at the delicious pleasure of thrusting inside Jaq's heat and wetness. "Later, later, later..."
He rode into her desperately, out reluctantly; again and again. He nipped at her shoulders and rested his weight on her back as his hands cupped and squeezed and stroked her firm, full breasts.
"Ah! Ah! Chase! All that evil, those attacks – that twerp Gurymix got the energy, but it was all for you!" Jaq babbled, rocking back to meet every thrust.
"All of it, all for you! I'm yours!"
"My Jaq! My beautiful -- my -- Jaq -- MINE!"
The howl of her name was ripped from his throat even as he pounded helplessly into his climax; his hips working in a flurry of thrusts as he filled her full of his come.
He retained enough presence of mind to reach down and stroke her clit quickly, teasingly light, even as he gave her his hot liquid lust.
Jaq didn't need that last push to climax, but she appreciated it just the same.
As the albino witch felt her lover tense up hard and trip-hammer with his hips, an orgasm seized her and she screamed along with Chase. She finally went boneless beneath him, heedless of the hardness of the marble floor.
"N-next time we battle the monks, let's do it together," she panted quietly.
"Nnnnnnn," he moaned agreeably, his body still pulsing in the bliss of a well-earned orgasm.
Not relishing the thought of continuing to lie on the cold floor, Chase rolled stiffly to the side, pulling out of her gently. He concentrated his magic and sent them both to his warm, soft, comfortable bed.
Immediately, he pushed his half-hard cock back into her slick wetness, and sighed happily.
"Give me a few minutes," he mumbled, cuddling her close. "I will be ready to make love again in a little bit."
Jaq made a noise of amazement in the back of her throat.
"You're going to be the death of me, Chase Young."