Imagine Dragons

Like every morning, before starting work, she went jogging in the nearby park. Aside from work, her 'normal' day consisted of a definite routine of physical and mental exercise. Just as in the life of her ancestors there was the 'working day' with prayer, cultivation and temple care and physical and spiritual training, so she had it. Except that their working day consisted not in temple maintenance or the like, but in the work that arises in an art gallery. Their physical and mental training also differed somewhat from that of their ancestors, but only in minor ways.

This morning, however, she was having trouble concentrating on the events around her. She walked purely mechanically, the way she covered almost every morning. Her thoughts were far away, spatially and temporally. They were at the vision she received last night.

In the swimming pool. There, as she was doing her orbits, an angel, presumably St. George, appeared to her and gave her a task. Literally he had said: You have dragons to slay. I have faith that you will win.

I have faith... to slay dragons. Dragons to... dragons? Her mind was completely confused.

Too many things had happened in the past few weeks for her to dismiss this as a hallucination. But how and where was she supposed to find a dragon, the dragon she was supposed to slay? And more importantly, how the hell does a human kill a dragon? She was not an angel, nor was she Saint George. She could only hope that Archangel had only spoken of dragons symbolically. But she didn't really believe in that. So lost in thought, the inevitable happened: she bumped into one of the few walkers in the park at that hour.

A businessman, obviously on his way to work. All suit and tie and briefcase falling to the floor. Oh, my apologies... here, wait, I'm saving this.

I guess I better watch where I'm walking. As I said, I'm terribly sorry, please excuse me. It's okay, nothing happened. You seem to have a lot on your mind. You can say that out loud.

I wish you a nice day. Then she jogged on, and finally thoughts of the vision were pushed aside. Or rather exchanged. Exchanged for the picture of the businessman who she thought was quite attractive and obviously made an impression on her.

He'd been a little taller than her, had long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, and like her, was of Oriental, possibly even Japanese origin. Throughout the day her thoughts kept wandering to the unknown, he had completely blocked out the thoughts of her vision. After she had finally finished her rigorous training in the evening, after closing time, she decided to treat herself to a nice, fragrant bath while dreaming a little... the foam almost reached her nose, the temperature was pleasantly hot and from Soft music rang out from the living room, Mozart's Jupiter Symphony. She had her eyes closed and was caressing her firm, muscular body with hands and a sponge. She gently stroked the sponge over her belly and the outside of her thighs, then slowly moved to the inside, getting closer and closer to her not-too-large breasts and the small collection of hairs above her crevice that would be the ultimate goal of these explorations . Then she squeezed the sponge over her face and began massaging her breasts gently, then harder, with her other hand.

She imagined it were his hands, caressing the ridges of her breasts that rose like islands out of the foam when she arched her back. Imagined it were his teeth, gently and roughly at the same time biting into the boldly erected warts. His tongue, traveling from the valley between her breasts down her stomach, passing the navel with a small bite and lingering provocatively close to its target and then disappearing. That it would be his hands spreading her thighs with gentle pressure and moving on the inside with massaging movements to the point where they meet.

And it was his tongue that finally started to play around her small, firm knot, and then penetrate deeper into her, sucking, sucking, nibbling, always teasingly withdrawing. His hands, supporting the efforts of his tongue, played vigorously with her breasts, also pressed her lips, biting each other softly... She imagined his tongue disappearing over and over into her pink, warm, wet interior until he finally had it far enough for her to thrust her hips against his tongue one last time, yelling out her orgasm and her hands off his head solved. Her fingers were now in the very place where she imagined his tongue. They moved back and forth faster and faster, following their own rhythm, feeling how with every movement something of the surrounding, warm water sloshed into their insides.

Her hips adjusted to this rhythm, her movements became more violent and faster, accompanied by moans of pleasure. Water sloshed onto the tiles. Finally she gave herself the salvation she so longed to have from the tongue of the stranger. With a soft scream she vented her orgasm. For another quarter of an hour, maybe half an hour, she lay like that in the tub, lazily stroking her chest and stomach from time to time, letting the warm water and the music caress her while she wondered if she would ever see the stranger again... It actually happened seven days later. She had all but forgotten the stranger and the incident in the park.

And that morning she almost bumped into him again. She had just finished her coffee break and was about to rush on an appointment with a buyer for three of the paintings on display. She had just asked Pauline, her colleague, if the customer might be there already, and she was glad that wasn't the case, turned to the next room when she saw him almost a step diagonally in front of her. For a moment she didn't recognize him, then her heart just stopped as her thoughts returned to that morning, and especially that evening. Long story short, his name turned out to be Hashimoto, so he was their client. After business, they arranged to meet for dinner. They took the same in one of the smaller and more exclusive restaurants in town.

She wore a long, white dress with a low bust and low back. She could safely do without a bra, and following a whim she had also done without panties. As they ate and talked about each other, the same fascination came over her as the previous time they had met, and as her thoughts wandered fleetingly back to the bath, she feared her desire might be written openly on her face, feared she would blush . At the same time, she felt how the memory alone was enough to create stirrings in her hidden grotto. Every now and then, both of their legs would bump into each other under the narrow table, and after choosing dessert and waiting, she decided to take the initiative. The man had a nice life story, but nice conversation wasn't the fascination he held for her, and she didn't necessarily want to marry him either. She took off her shoes unobtrusively and slowly rubbed her foot on his leg, letting it wander up and down his lower leg, brushing his pant leg up a bit.

She could see on his face that he didn't know how to deal with it. The dessert came. He had ordered an ice cream, she a mousse. When he put the first spoon in his mouth, she dared to make the decisive move. Her foot disappeared between his thighs, pushing forward until it found its target in his lap.

She could feel through her pants that his cock wasn't paying full attention to her efforts so far, but they weren't entirely indifferent to him either. So she slowly rubbed the sole of her foot up and down. His face turned crimson as he choked on the ice. She was having a hard time not bursting out laughing as they both tried to calm the worried waiter. She continued her activities and by the time they had finished dessert she was sure it wouldn't be long before her counterpart, now composed and confident, would have a damp stain on his otherwise spotless pants. And it certainly wouldn't be wine... He finished a little before she did, and to her surprise and quiet delight, he rested his hands on his lap and began massaging her foot while she rubbed his hard-on.

She gave him a happy smile and slowly, lasciviously, pushed the last spoonful of mousse between her red lips. And she almost choked when he gave her foot a short, jerky tug, almost throwing her off balance. He leaned across the table towards her, his hand found hers and squeezed it gently. Revenge is sweet, my beautiful temptress.

And now that we've finished eating here, would you like to go dancing? She too leaned forward until she could feel his breath on her face. If the evening doesn't end with dancing... His answer was only a fleeting touch on her cheek, like a butterfly. Then the chauffeur drove her to the dance hall 'Pariquet'. The evening promised to be a great pleasure to the music of various classical dances.

Her dance partner was excellent, it had been a long time since she had danced so beautifully. And the parts of her body he touched seemed to memorize that touch, when his skin had separated from hers she could still feel the affected parts minutes later. They occasionally paused for a break or two between dances, both drinking in moderation, a quality she liked about him. During one such break, he disappeared briefly to freshen up, and she also took the opportunity to powder her nose, so to speak. When she came back he looked deep into her eyes, time seemed to stand still, she could feel her heart beating in her throat, a warm feeling spread in her abdomen. This will be our last dance of the evening. After that I will go.

Do you want me to take you home, or do you want to accompany me to my home. But I warn you. My intentions are anything but honorable. She thought she saw the glint of mischief in his eyes.

Her answer came without hesitation, without further thought, she had known all evening how she would answer such a question. Neither do my intentions. So, let's jump into the last dance. As ordered (he later revealed to her that he had ordered it), the orchestra played to the tango. They were both the absolute stars of this dance, she was sure of that.

Well, technically it wasn't very perfect. They danced too close together, with each turn she could feel her nipples rubbing against his jacket, each time the sensitive nipples hardened. His hand lay a little low on her back, burning into the bare skin of her back cleavage. Then the dance was over and, standing in the middle of the dance floor, his hand wandered lower to where her dress had no cleavage even on the back, squeezing her butt firmly and pulling her towards him until her breasts were pressed tightly against him . He smothered her protests with his lips, they laid firmly on hers. Then his tongue slipped out between them, ran over her lips, pushed between them and she let go of all resistance.

She opened her mouth and savored the feeling of him exploring her mouth, the way their tongues played, the way his mouth felt. She lost herself hot and deep in this kiss, which seemed to last an eternity and was over too quickly. Gasping for air, her lips parted and she felt her face flush as she realized that everyone here had been able to see her. His hand continued to gently massage her ass, still under the dress, on her bare flesh. A pleasant shiver ran down her body. let's go please

I want something from you that you can't give me here. With a chuckle he parted from her, his hand leaving her bottom alone and cold. He bowed and gave her his arm. Let's go, my love. They collected their jackets from the cloakroom, then got into his car and the chauffeur drove them safely to his penthouse.

Without touching again, they entered his large, generously furnished living room. He offered her a seat, lit candles and turned off the light, put on quiet, classical music and opened a bottle of Chianti. He came back to her, two glasses in hand, offered her one silently. She got up and received it.

He saluted her. May this evening end as beautifully as it began and may it be as unforgettable for you as it seems to be for me. She wanted to answer him, but she couldn't think of anything suitable. The glasses collided with a resonant, melodious clang. Please don't say anything from now on.

I want us to be silent and enjoy. With that, he set his glass aside and slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders. First the left, then the right. Softly rustling, the dress collapsed along her body, revealing her like a precious work of art. Suddenly she felt naked and helpless standing in front of him. But the brief moment was gone before she could think why.

She looked into his warm, loving eyes and felt safe again and full of desire for his strong body. His eyes swept over her in admiration. Over her neck, her firm breasts with small nipples, over her muscular stomach, to her thighs and the black down between them and the trace of her slit. He walked up to her, placed his left hand lightly on her right shoulder, stepped past her and behind her without raising his hand. She bowed her head until she touched his arm. She felt his gaze follow her long, raven-black hair until he reached her bottom.

A pleasant shiver chased a light goosebumps over her body. Now his other hand rested on her shoulder as well, then he ran down her arms, over her hands and down her legs to her feet. There they stroked the heels and then back up the inside of the legs. Holding her breath, she waited, but just before he touched her petals, her hands went back, rubbing her buttocks, thumbs in the crease between them. With a groan of excited frustration, she released her breath. His hands continued down her back, tucking under her hair and working their way through the black flood up to the nape of her neck.

Gently massaging from the spine, they wandered up in front, over her chin arch to her lips, then in between. She sucked on his fingers, considering whether she'd rather feel something else there, bit down playfully. Trailing saliva, they now wandered down her neck to her breasts. At first they played around her slightly, at the point where they start to stand out from her body, until he gathered more and more of them in his hands until he held them completely. A quick tug and she felt the fabric of his clothes on her back, clearly the hard spot in his pants on her bottom. His hands squeezed her breasts tighter, a moan escaped her throat, she felt the fire inside her grow higher and hotter. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, his mouth light and wet on her neck and shoulders.

Then his hands traveled briskly down her stomach and, after briefly traversing her crevice, his index fingers quickly slipped into her socket. She could imagine what he felt, a warm, rather hot, moisture. Screaming softly, she thrust her hips forward toward his fingers and dexterous hands, she folded her arms back over her head, trying to touch him. But then his fingers were gone again. The resistance that was his body and against which she was leaning disappeared. A quick step and his supporting arms kept her from falling, but both snapped her out of her emotions.

He took her hands, brought the right one down to her cunt and rubbed her fingers over and in until she followed the movement of her own accord. He put the left one on her breast. Without thinking, she continued to masturbate as he pulled away and stepped in front of her again. Following a slow rhythm, she circled around the hard core between the petals, sliding in and out of the cavity beneath the cleft, massaging her breasts while moaning to herself over and over again. He stood in front of her for a moment, silently watching her. She could see the sweat on his forehead and the bulge in his pants.

She wanted to feel him inside her, his hands on her body, on her tits, on her ass, his cock in her cunt. Wanted to feel his hot semen erupting into her, mixing with her own juices. Her movements quickened, she spread her folds with her left hand to be able to touch them better and to let him see better. Soft screams mingled with her moans. He slowly began to undress.

Bit by bit his clothes fell off, faster and faster her rhythm became. When the last shell fell, the dam broke. With an almost loud shout, she hit the wave and crashed over her. She stumbled but didn't fall, leaning on the small table for support. Her breathing was ragged, her legs trembling slightly.

She realized that her gasps were the only music breaking the stillness of the room. Then she felt her blood rise hot to her head once again that evening. Wild and uninhibited, she had masturbated in front of an almost strange man, a dressed man. What if he had only been amused at her expense and now threw her out? With a lump in her throat, she looked up, searching for him. But no, he was barely a step away from her, his muscular body bared now too, his cock hard and erect. The sight made her instantly forget any fear and shame she had felt for a few anxious moments.

The excitement and desire that dominated this evening had gripped her again. She wanted to feel his cock, hard and tight. She let go of the table and walked over to him. He didn't move, just waited for her. She stopped just before her nipples touched him.

Her eyes drank from the perfect image of his body. His chest heaved slowly and regularly, even if the calm breathing seemed a little forced. She kissed him on the lips, nibbling on his bottom lip. Moved down his warm, dry skin to his penis with small kisses. Her tongue slowly, happily absorbed the small drop that hung at its tip.

Then she circled his head, slid down his shaft to his balls, then back up. Took it carefully into her mouth, playfully scratched the glans with her teeth, pulled back and then sank it as deep as possible into her throat. She closed her eyes as he began to move his hips, thrusting his cock back and forth down her throat, mouth. She felt his hands on her cheeks, holding her tight. Soon his thrusts quickened, she felt his penis begin to throb.

Saliva ran down her chin long ago, she smacked her lips and choked. Then she heard him moan and with a final, firm thrust, his semen erupted in her throat. She swallowed as much as she could, but he had her head tilted back so that most of it spilled out at the corners of her mouth. He pulled her to her feet, smiled at her. She raised her hands to wipe her mouth, but he adjusted them, pushed them back to her side. He took the wine glass, took a deep sip, refilled it, and lifted it to her lips.

Obediently she opened her mouth, tilted her head back and drank. Again, he let too much liquid into her mouth too quickly, again she couldn't swallow it all, and while the wine washed away the taste of his juice, it also ran out of her mouth. What a sight she must present to an observer, she thought. Naked, chin and now breasts covered in red wine and white semen, plus some saliva. Probably a hot one, judging from his reaction.

In any case, his cock was almost ready again. Then the glass was empty. It dripped red from her chin onto her breasts, ran down from there, leaving shiny, cool paths. His hands wiped her mouth and chin clean, rubbing the wine and semen mixture roughly on her tits before slowly licking them clean. She clasped her hands on his neck, held her head back and moaned comfortably. Her nipples were stiff and sensitive, each of his touches sending little bolts of lightning through her body.

She enjoyed the way he treated her tits, getting hornier with every passing moment. She wanted to feel him inside her, right away. She grabbed his chin, lifted his head and pressed her lips to his. As her tongue entered him, she put her hands around his neck again and, with a little hop, wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt him sway in surprise, but he kept his balance, his hands closing around her ass, supporting her weight and simultaneously stimulating her, massaging both halves. A finger slid into her crease, groped, searched, and found her asshole.

He pressed it carefully, first lightly, then more firmly, with a twisting movement he disappeared inside her. Her moans were covered by his mouth, they were breathing the same air. She felt his wet, stiff cock on her stomach, as hard as before. She rubbed against him, spreading her juice over his hips, his stomach. She finally wanted him.

Then the time came. Without breaking their kiss, he pushed her abdomen slightly away from him, she unclipped an arm from his neck, helped him to cross the weak barriers of her petals, and then he was inside her. He pushed her hard and evenly, counterbalancing his hands on her ass, one finger still in it. She screamed out her pleasure, again the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave and collapsed on her. Her cunt twitched, she buried her face in his shoulder, her jaw snapped shut and she felt a metallic taste on her tongue as her teeth dug into his flesh. But he pushed her further and further, not stopping at all, even her climax miraculously lasted on and on. And finally she felt him come inside her.

She thought she could feel the path his sperm was taking. One or two last thrusts, then she sank down on him. Both of her juices ran down her thighs, she was exhausted and satisfied like she hadn't in a long time. All she wanted to do was shower and sleep and hope this night never ended. But instead she found herself on the sofa, he had pulled her with him.

Legs drawn up, she snuggled up against him, he gently stroked her hair and back, every now and then he squeezed her thigh. Together they emptied the bottle of wine. Then she disappeared into the shower. Hot water, scented soap. She noticed the wine, felt a deep satisfaction.

The most beautiful evening in a long time. Lost in thought, her hands once again touched all the points he had touched. They traced the contours of her lips, caressed and kneaded her breasts, pinched the nipples, quickly wandered over her stomach, with one hand she began to rub the lump in her crease again, with the other she felt his finger in her butt. She felt that it wasn't just water from the shower that was collecting between her legs. She never expected that a man could spark so much desire and willingness in her.

She starts to moan again, her fingers in her cunt rubbing faster and faster, one finger moving in her asshole. Then she puts a second one in. Suddenly she felt eyes on her. She looked around, saw him standing in front of the shower stall, penis at half-mast, eyes with a hungry expression on hers. She didn't blush this time, she was over that.

Smiling, she opened the shower stall door, but he shook his head and motioned for her to come out. She did. He had a terry cloth robe ready, which he wrapped her in and then rubbed vigorously. He rubbed her breasts and petals particularly vigorously. She presses against him in both places, she wanted to feel his strength on her tits and cunt. As soon as she was dry they went into the bedroom.

She willingly let him press her knees and hands, she looked around questioningly. Nobody had ever taken her from behind. There's a dog tax on the back.' her last lover had said when she asked him about it. She was particularly aroused by the look under her body, between her breasts and the thighs spread by his hands. His cock slid over her petals, with gentle pressure but not thrusting between them.

His hands gripped her hips. Then the tip of his cock disappeared, stroking her ass fold several times before pressing down on her hole. She took a sharp breath, then felt his hot breath on her ear. Is that OK? Almost hesitantly, but full of curiosity, she nodded. She immediately felt the pressure on the sphincter increase, then slowly, with slight twisting movements, he entered her.

She wasn't sure if it was painful or not, but her gasps were dominated by pleasure. A cock in her gut she would never have thought of, and now it made her so horny that she almost came. He moved slowly inside her, carefully. Speeding up as he sensed her growing arousal.

He filled her, stretched her, and for the moment she was enjoying it. Their moans mixed, then he came, squirting another load into her body while she was on her hands and knees in front of him. She wanted his tongue between her thighs, or at least his hands, now she was hot and wanted a climax. He slowly withdrew from her. As soon as his cock was out of her butt, she stood up.

One hand disappeared on her cunt, the other groped her slightly sore rosette. She only said one word. Please. He pushed her onto the bed. His hands squeezed her tits briefly, pinching each nipple, scurrying over her stomach and roughly pushing her thighs apart.

You gave yourself to me willingly, didn't you? His tongue teased her, briefly tracing her crease, briefly grazing the throbbing core of her passion. Yes. she moaned, trying to press his mouth back onto her cunt. You allowed me to fuck you in every orifice, to deposit my semen all over you.

You are mine forever, why shouldn't I give you this last satisfaction? For a moment she thought she saw a long, forked tongue before it disappeared into her cunt. First she circled her love bud, he sucked, bit and licked until she thought she was going insane. Then his tongue went impossibly far into her depths, fucking her, not as hard as his cock but far more agile and imaginative. The last orgasm carried her away into the realm of dreams, filled with monsters and fantastic creatures with horny cocks that fulfilled her lust in ways she had never imagined.

The last conscious thought was, 'My God, fuck me like this until Judgment Day.' At some point, she had showered and was in bed, asleep, his now-familiar body beside her. She slept and she dreamed. When she woke up she knew her dreams had told her she was sleeping next to the creature she was meant to kill.

George had chosen her because he knew only one woman, a good looking woman, would get close enough to kill the dragon.