Essence of the dragon

chapter 1

Prologue:

Mythology from many lands speaks of four legged beasts with wings. Most of us have seen images of fire breathing dragons with wings. And then, there's Pegasus the mythical horse with wings and the stories of the kidnapping of the princesses by evil dragons in Europe and on and on.
Most myths and legends come out of some scientific basis of fact. Is there more out there that we have yet to discover?
For some reason, I'd always thought so. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I always struggled with these strange ideas and fantastical images that bounced through my head. But, I never knew why.
With that said, I'll try to tell you my unbelievable story.
Allison

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Chapter 1

Myself

I closed my eyes and let my hands drift down between my legs. I'm one of those blessed few who can climax easily and often. These days, I need it.
I was devastated when Warren left me. I hadn't seen it coming. I should have. After all, our relationship was mostly physical and I think he'd been looking for someone else for a long time and had just kept me as an easy punch until he found his next love (or should I say conquest). But then, my opinion of him wasn't much either. All I really liked about him was that thing between his legs. It was huge and even though he'd push in too fast and too hard and before I was really ready. But, I loved the size of it. When I finally got moist enough and caught up to him, I'd try to slow him down so that I could enjoy being filled with that massive post. Often it was the second time that was the most spectacular. And, that was his second blessing. He was able to get it up over and over, again.
But finally, he left me for a set of Double D's, nothing between the ears and not even that cute but ya... Double D's.
Speaking objectively, I'm pretty hot.
Listen... I've got a narrow waist and a nice round butt that sticks out in the back. It really wiggles nicely. My brown hair is straight and falls to the middle of my back. My brown eyes are large but fit my petite face very well and when I look a guy in the eye, I can see him dissolve into putty. Yes, I'm pretty sharp and I know it. But the other problem with Warren was, I think my disinterest for him also showed.
I have a very strong sex drive. I like to think of myself as a highly sexual creature with the emphasis on the word creature. Yet, to get into these pants, you'd better have something very special. But if you do, watch out. This bitch'll fuck your ears off.
I think my need to fuck goes hand-in-hand with my deep-seated and very overwhelming desire to be pregnant. I'm not totally sure where that desire comes from. But, I like to fantasize that I'd like to marry a guy who could keep me pregnant constantly. That we'd have a dozen kids, maybe more.
However, the difference between fantasy and reality is, of course, how we act on our desires and my desire to be pregnant was so strong that a year ago, it actually grew into a short lived, but marvelous reality. A friend came into a fake pregnancy belly. I don't know where she got it but it was a high priced model and looked incredibly real. When properly worn, you weren't sure if the lady was pregnant or not.
She wore it to a costume party and then, lucky for me, lost interest in it. A month later, she passed it on to me and in the privacy of my apartment, I tried it on. That night in the mirror, I saw my dream become reality. Because it was complicated to put on, I only wore it occasionally. But the point is, that I loved to wear it. It weighed about ten pounds and so, when it was properly attached, I looked like I was seven months pregnant and felt pregnant too. It got to a point where I'd wear it for an entire day on a weekend and even venture out. I'd see people stare at my pregnant shape and I liked that. It was heaven.
One night, I took a chance and wore it when Warren came over. I said it was a joke. But actually, it wasn't.
However, he loved it. The idea of making me pregnant must have already been in his psyche because he wouldn't let me take it off. As weeks passed, he learned how to put it on me and began to come over early Friday evenings to put in on me and then he wouldn't let my take it off until Sunday.
We went out to the library to study and to the movies and out to eat. I'd see him watching as I'd slide up to a table with my belly getting in the way. He learned how to blend in the rear strap and edges so that I truly looked pregnant. He took it to the point where I couldn't feel the rear seam to release myself. But I didn't mind. I was having fun too.
When I'd come home after school on a Friday, I'd shower and shave and dry off and by the time he came over at five, I'd be dry and dressed only in a bathrobe. Then he'd lay me on the bed and paint me with adhesive and when the adhesive was tacky, set the belly on my front. Then he'd paint my back and set the back strap and at that point, I'd gone from one hundred twenty-five pounds to being one hundred thirty-five pounds and very pregnant. Then he'd apply makeup to the edges of my new belly until it was blended into my body. All this took around two hours.
I loved it when he'd walk me to the mirror to see my new body. By that time, I was so turned on that I'd be tearing his clothes off and he'd bend me over the bed and take me from behind. I'd feel the weight of my belly pulling on me and jiggling and swaying. But it seemed so deliciously normal. Then we'd plan our weekend. We'd usually go out to eat and when we got back, he'd fuck the hell out of me. I'd already be really wet and I'd drip all over him.
Our ecstasy lasted a couple of months before coming to an abrupt halt. One day, the delicate silicone skin tore. It wasn't the same after that. The tear grew and couldn't be repaired and eventually, it was all over. Within a couple of weeks after that, we'd begun to drift apart. With our sex toy gone, we had nothing else in common and a month later, he left me for Miss Double D's.
But, to finish with Double D's, sadly I have an athlete’s bust. My chest is good for athletics but not for attracting men and obviously, not what Warren was looking for.
And so, here I am. Alone. Horny. And aching for a man with a massive shaft.
Maybe I'll just swear off men and go to a sperm bank somewhere and get knocked up with juice from a guy with an IQ of three hundred. And while I'm getting big and fat for real, these little fingers can keep me satisfied. Well... Maybe with the help of a really huge dildo, too. One that inflates and can vibrate the hell out of me and definitely be bigger than Warren.
I like the taste of my sex. As I thought about all this, I brought one hand into my mouth and tasted myself on my fingers. Then I moistened my fingers and let them slide down between my breasts and over my belly and back inside me. I could feel my arousal beginning. It wouldn't be long. I was becoming incredibly wet down there and soon, I'd probably start to drip onto my bed. Everything would smell like sex in the morning and I'd love it.
I began to caress my breasts and tease my nipples. As they grew hard, I ran my hand back inside myself and then back to my mouth and over and over. And then... And then... It began to spread through me and I became a slave to my sexual body. My fingers frantically began to tease and probe, faster and faster. As I reached the level of ecstasy that I hoped for, I pinched my nipples hard, again and again. My actions became more and more frenzied and again, I brought my fingers to my mouth and then back to my sex and then back to my mouth, again and again. Finally, my body carried me to another place. I let myself swoon as my own waves of delightfully electric jolts of pleasure that enveloped me and left me quietly moaning. I floated there in the dark, eyes closed, thrashing from side to side, a prisoner of my body and possessed by the moment. Then, sometime later, I don't know when, I drifted into a blissful sleep.
When I woke, I could hear the drone of traffic beginning to build outside my window and in minutes, I was up and to the shower. No time for a little morning refresher down below. I had research to do and beside, I was sore from my workout last night. As I slipped my bra on, my nipples reminded me that they wanted at least twelve hour's rest before I attacked them again. But, it was a fair trade after last night's delicious encounter.
Got to buy that dildo.
Maybe swear off men forever.
After all, women don't need men to get pregnant, anymore.



Note: A new chapter will be posted within two days and every day or two thereafter until our story is concluded.
That is my promise.
I hope you enjoy.
JM