I turned to Akasha. Her grin grew even wider, hungry and intense, making my pulse race. As I met her eyes, a strange sensation rippled through me—a fleeting warmth seeping into my bones, like embers of a lingering fire. There was an inexplicable weight to the moment, as though the shadows of ancient dragons were stirring just beneath the surface. I shivered under her gaze, feeling like prey. I nodded, my voice coming out rougher than I meant. "I guess that settles it. Let’s see if my parents got all this right." 

Sydney straightened up and stood. She started to untie her robe, letting it fall open before me, deliberately and slowly. I looked at the gloriousness of her breasts, full and perfect, and the flatness of her stomach. A trace of vulnerability crossed her features, perhaps a lingering echo of a time when she initially felt the sharp sting of judgment in another's eyes. In this intimate moment, though, she was beautiful and breathtaking, her confidence unshakeable. The runes in her flesh absorbed the light, twinkling gently like bright stars on her skin. My mouth went dry. Akasha started to laugh. 

“Not here, woman. Put your robe back on.”     

Sydney blushed and closed her robe. My eyes stayed glued to her body as she slowly covered it up, the fabric sliding over her curves like a caress. Her eyes caught mine, and something charged coursed between us. Sydney blushed and laughed softly, the sound warm and intimate. Akasha stood, pulling her robe about her as she did. She eyed Sydney and chuckled to herself, an understanding sound. Akasha held out her hand to me. I arched an eyebrow questioningly, then took her hand and stood, her skin heated against mine.    

Akasha inclined her head, and I understood I needed to follow her. She turned and ascended the stairs, not waiting for me. Holding Sydney's hand, I followed with my heart thumping hard in my chest. Nervousness crept in despite my limited experience, as I questioned my ability to do what was needed. Yet I pressed forward, each step echoing the pulse of my racing heartbeat. 

This wasn't just any encounter; it was a key moment, a convergence of my nascent desires and the mysterious legacy tied to my identity. The ancient dragon lineage carried heavy traditions and expectations, traces of power and responsibility far beyond the mundane. I sensed a connection not only to the dragons of the past but to the magic that flowed through their veins, now active in me. This legacy was more than a birthright; it was a charge to rise and embody the strength and wisdom of numerous generations before me.  

The heaviness of expectations was oppressive on my shoulders, yet it also drove me forward, pushing me toward the embrace of something more than I understood. Would I be capable? Would I prove worthy of the trust placed in me? The uncertainty bothered me, but within it was also an unfamiliar thrill. It felt like I was about to enter a world I did not fully understand, one radiating with promise and the unknown. The thought of joining Akasha infused me with a blend of nervousness and anticipation, lighting a latent fire that drove every step I took. 

Sydney was a warm comfort at my back as we ascended the stairs, her presence like a tender flame. I could hear her soft breathing while she climbed up the stairs, each exhale a soft murmur behind me. The fragrance of her sweat, dried on her skin from our earlier encounter, lingered—salt and sweetness. The mild musk of her arousal at what was to come made my pulse quicken. I wanted to curl around her, holding her body close to mine, feeling every curve melt into me.    

Akasha turned at the top of the stairs and went into her room. I had never been in her room before. I knew where it was, but had no reason to go there until now. We were always outside doing something. Or in the kitchen, making meals together. I had spent a lot of time with Akasha over the last six months, but I had never thought of her in this way. She was  attractive with a killer body. I had been so intensely focused on everything I needed to learn that I had never considered her as a woman.     

As she walked into her room and towards the bed, Akasha untied her robe and let it slide off her shoulders, collecting at her feet like a silk waterfall. She kept walking, not looking back, her confidence intoxicating. I admired the tight-toned skin of her legs, muscles moving beneath. The swell of her ass was perfectly sculpted. The narrow waist. The way her shining hair swished across her shoulders as she walked, sparkling in the light. She was a beautiful woman—powerful and wild. Akasha peeled the covers off the bed, piling them at the foot of the bed. I waited in the doorway, my heart pounding loudly, not sure what to expect.  

Akasha walked around the room, lighting candles, humming just under her breath. As each candle lit, the air in the room thickened with a strange, tangy scent. Dragonwood, Akasha had called it. My head reeled as that scent saturated everything. Akasha turned, looked at me, and laughed, the sound rich and inviting.     

“Nervous? Now?”    

I shrugged. I was. There was no sense in trying to deny it. Akasha walked over and took my hand, escorting me towards the bed with a gentleness that surprised me. We stood next to it. Her body was only inches from mine, and I could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. She looked up at me and smiled—not predatory this time, but tender, reassuring. Then she undid the front of my robe and pushed it off my shoulders, her fingertips trailing along my collarbone. It slid down my back and piled around my feet.    

Akasha looked up at me as she cupped my balls, her caress confident and teasing. My arousal throbbed hard as she weighed them in her hand, her fingers caressing their contour with a deliberate tenderness. I fought the urge to close my eyes, desperate to see her every reaction. I watched the hunger play across her face, raw and unguarded. Her lips twitched into a slow smile, predatory and pleased, while her eyes glittered as she moved her slender fingers around the base of my cock, tracing the heated skin. As she looked down at the length in her hands, her breath was a light whisper along my skin, eliciting shivers up my back. 

Akasha laughed softly. “Well, now, that is quite the sight. You are well endowed, even for a dragon.”    

“What does that mean?”  I asked.  

Akasha's chuckle deepened. Her eyes twinkled as she met my gaze. “Human average cock size is five inches. The Dragon average is ten. You, my dear, are pushing twelve, maybe even thirteen. No human woman could take such a thing without severe discomfort. Being a virgin, Sydney could not know this. But me, I’ve seen a lot of cocks. And trust me, Ed, you put most of them to shame.” 

She paused for a moment, her gaze momentarily flickering with uncertainty, as if deciding how much to reveal. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, briefly disrupting her authoritative facade, before she continued, "Our anatomy is just the tip of the iceberg. Dragons have always been surrounded by an aura of mystery and power. Our cultural traditions are vast, often interlaced with the human world, yet shielded in secrecy. In our lineage, size is revered as a mark of strength and vitality." Akasha leaned forward a bit, her voice soft. "Long ago, when dragons still roamed at will, there were celebrations of fertility where our forms intertwined, echoing our natural instincts. Those gatherings, filled with the spinning movement of wings and fire, were as much about bonding as they were about producing the next generation. Each joining was an act of renewal, tethering us to the ancient cycles of life. On one such occasion, a young dragon known as Roran was chosen to lead the ceremony. Legend says his roar was so powerful it called forth a rain of sparks from the skies, setting ablaze a ring of fire around the gathering. This display of strength marked him as a leader but also assured the ties created that night were unbreakable." 

I blushed. I was not sure what to do with that information. Was I supposed to be proud of my monstrously large member or worried about hurting her? Something must have passed over my face because Akasha smiled reassuringly. Her look softened, and I saw genuine care in her eyes—not just desire, but something deeper. As she ran one hand up and down the shaft of my cock, she smiled, and the vulnerability in that expression made my chest tighten.    

“Don’t worry. You won’t hurt me. But I may need some help warming up before I can comfortably take you.”    

I furrowed my brows. “Tell me what you need. I’ll be happy to do whatever is needed.”    

Akasha’s smile widened. Her eyes twinkled. “Will you do as I ask? Follow every bit of guidance I give you without question?”    

I nodded, wondering what I was getting myself into. Akasha smiled and squeezed the shaft of my dick in her hand.     

“Say the words, dear.”    

“Yes, I will do as you ask.”    

“Good.”    

Akasha turned and crawled onto the bed. I watched her breasts swing and her ass shake as she moved. My cock throbbed with desire. Akasha crawled over the bed like she had muscles in places she was not supposed to have. She made the movement sensually graceful. Once in the middle of the massive bed, she rolled onto her back. I waited at the edge of the bed. She pointed at Sydney.    

“Darling, join me here. I want you nearby. Watch what he does. If things go well, you may try these things one day. And when the time comes, I will need you close.”    

“Yes, ma’am.” Sydney opened her robe and dropped it to the floor. She walked around the other side of the bed and crawled over to Akasha.     

Akasha looked at me, her eyes burning with desire. She licked her lips and motioned to me. 

“Join us, Ed. Crawl up between my legs.” 

I nodded and crawled into the bed, anticipation coiling tight in my belly. Akasha spread her legs as I got closer, an invitation and a command. The hair across her mound was cropped short and buzzed down to a thin fuzz. Her mound glistened with moisture, slick and inviting. I could smell her now, the fragrance intoxicating, earthy, and spicy with a trace of something sweet and uniquely her. I started to salivate, my mouth watering. I wanted to taste it, to feel her nectar on my tongue, to drown in her. Pausing, I met Akasha’s eyes, silently seeking her assurance. She nodded, a slow smile spreading across her lips, affirming the shared understanding between us and deepening the moment's intimacy. 

“Kiss me,” Akasha whispered. Her voice was low and full of need. I started to crawl over her, and she held up a hand and shook her head. “Not here. Here.” She placed one hand on her mound, her fingers sliding into her folds, spreading them open. I lowered my face down to her groin and lay my lips against the top of her mound. She moved her hand out of the way. I heard her moan as I did.     

Unable to resist the urge, I slipped my tongue through her delicate folds. The flesh was so incredibly soft and supple. My tongue parted it easily, slipping inside the edge of the beautiful pink folds. Akasha gasped, then moaned a little louder.    

“Slip your tongue inside me.”    

I did as she asked, lowering my face until my nose pressed against the top of her mound. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue inside her. My entire body shivered with pleasure. She tasted every bit as intoxicating as she smelled. I ran my tongue as deep into her as I could. Then, I lapped around the edges of her opening. I ran my tongue along the insides of her folds, up to the top of her mound, where her clitoris poked out. It was a hard little nub of flesh that I pulled into my mouth and suckled gently. I was rewarded with a sharp gasp from Akasha. Her hand grasped my head, pushing me more deeply into her slick heat.     

I dropped my jaw open and ran my tongue deep into her again. Then I lapped and licked at her insides. Her body shivered with her pleasure. Her legs squeezed around my ears, then spread wider, allowing me to press further into her.     

Akasha balled her hand in my hair and pulled my face out of her pussy. I looked up at her face. Her juices dripped down my chin. Her eyes were drowning pools of dark fire.    

“Slide a finger into me. Keep licking and sucking, but slide one finger in and out while you do it.”    

I nodded. Akasha lowered my face back to her groin. I did as she asked. I rolled onto my left shoulder and slipped my right index finger into her pussy. I felt her muscles clench hard on my finger as I did. I pulled back, with some effort, and then she eased up, and I slid back into her. I continued to run my tongue through her lips, suckling on her clitoris as I gently stroked deep into her and then back out, drawing her juices out onto my hand.     

“One finger in my ass.” She hissed.    

I withdrew my hand and slid my pinky into her dripping wet folds. Then I repositioned my hand, slid my index finger into her pussy, and pressed the tip of my finger into her tight sphincter. I heard her inhale as I pushed my finger into her ass.     

“Yesss,” she hissed as I stroked both holes at once. She started to gyrate her hips against me, driving my hand in and out of her tight holes. I licked her clitoris faster, keeping up with the pace she set. I felt her muscles tense against me. I could sense something building within her. Her breathing had increased in pace. Suddenly, I withdrew my hand and slid both my index and ring fingers together as deep into her pussy as I could. I wiggled and twitched my fingers inside her.     

“Fuck!” Akasha barked as her body clenched and jerked against me. She ground her hips against my hand. I lay my face against her mound, my tongue sliding in along my fingers as I sucked hard on her. I was rewarded with a sudden gout of hot fluid into my mouth. I reflexively gulped and swallowed. I kept my face locked against her, pulling my hands out of her as I sucked on her hot mound. Her body vibrated against me, her legs twitching.    

I heard her gasping and then she fell against the bed. I gently ran my tongue through her folds, lapping up the leaking fluids while she caught her breath.    

“Fuck. Where did you learn how to do that?” Akasha sighed, her voice husky and sated. I raised off her and met her eyes, her juices coating my lips. She bit her lip, the gesture unexpectedly vulnerable, and gestured for me to come closer. I crawled over her, muscles taut. She wrapped her arms around me as I got close enough and pulled me to her face with surprising strength. She licked the fluids from my chin, her tongue slow and deliberate, then kissed me fiercely, claiming me. I blinked in surprise as she forced her tongue into my mouth, tasting herself on me. My body throbbed with need and desire as she kissed me, every nerve ending alive.     

She grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled my face off hers. She let go and smiled at me.    

“That was amazing. You’re amazing.” Her eyes held mine for a long moment, something unspoken passing between us. “We may have to do that again when I can return the favor. But for now, we have a baby to make.”