This story features straight sex between a woman and a dragon, with an audience. On Thanksgiving.

Leco’thian was frantic; it was obvious by the way he kept bouncing between the different dishes. “I over-starched the gravy, it’s too thick.” He complained, quickly dabbing a little more cream into it. “And I don’t know if I put enough sugar in the yams.”
Elizabeth didn’t blame him; she was nervous too, and this was her idea. It was a big risk introducing Echo to new people. The idea had terrified him so badly at first that he had even threatened to leave. Lizzie knew it was a bluff, but the threat still gave her pause. When he had finally calmed down, she had convinced him to admit that he wasn’t happy alone in the house all day. Despite his fears, he wanted more.
“Relax. Everything is going to taste great. You cook fancier stuff than this all the time. Now come on, we both smell like turkey grease and eggs.  Let’s wash up before our company gets here.” She put her hands on his shoulders, gently pulling him back away from the stovetop. He sighed in defeat and dropped back down to all fours.
“I don’t want to make a bad impression.” He padded along beside her, his wings still twitching nervously with each step. His claws clattered on the bathroom tile; they needed filing soon. “I want everything to be perfect.”
“Nothing is perfect Echo.” She spoke up over the roar of the water. It would be a shower today; they didn’t have time for a nice leisurely bath. The water hissed out of the high-efficiency head, slowly warming up.
Echo looked fondly at the bathtub. “I don’t know, I still think that first time was pretty close to perfect.”
“You fell asleep on top of me in the tub.” She said with a smirk, leaning down to give him a peck on the nose to take the sting from the words. He tasted like yams. Straightening back up, she tugged her sweater up over her head. Before she could pull it entirely off, she felt a quick flick of his fingers against her back, and her bra went tumbling into the shower. “I never should have taught you that damn trick.” She growled, tossing the sweater at him.
He had a very smug grin on his face when she turned back around.  “No, you really shouldn’t have.”
“Get in the shower.”
Echo watched greedily as she finished undressing and hopped in after him. She quickly lathered up a loofa and tossed it at the dragon before he started getting touchy-gropy. He always seemed to think that shower time was play time, and she had given in far too often to have any hope of driving the notion out of him. He took the loofa and began scrubbing dutifully, so she felt safe to stand under the faucet and let it run over her. She loved the smell of cooked food, just not when it was clinging in her hair.
“I really need to stop eating everything you cook. I’m putting on weight again.” She said with a frown, poking herself in the belly. It wasn’t just vanity speaking. Staying fit was pretty much mandated if she was going to keep her career. Her train of thought was interrupted by the sudden heat of Echo’s chest pressing against her back. One of his arms slipped under her shoulder to brace himself against the wall, the other snaking down to rest on her stomach, trapping her own hand there.
“Really? I don’t see it.” He mumbled into her ear. Elizabeth felt her stomach flutter a little bit. Even after a year he could still give her a thrill. Echo always acted so small and timid, but all it took was that one skillet sized hand over hers to remind her that he was in fact quite large. It was a bizarre dichotomy about him that she couldn’t quite figure out. Was the sexual dominance an act for her benefit, or something primal that he was tapping into? Either way it gave her goose bumps. 
His wings rustled to either side of her, forming a cage of muscle as Echo pressed insistently against her. “Echo, we don’t have time,” she had to fight back her own groan of disappointment, “they’re supposed to be here in an hour.” She had to stop him quick, once he got turned on there didn’t seem to be any turning him off.
“We can do it in an hour.”
“Yeah, I know. You’ll huff and puff and rut like crazy, and then I’ll be sore and you’ll be sleepy for the rest of the night.” She lifted his hand away and turned to face him, regretfully pushing him back.  He looked so letdown as he settled back down. “Sorry lover-boy. You will just have to go without for one night.” She picked up the discarded loofa and scrubbed herself quick. She had to get out of the shower before she had too much time to second guess her choice. After so many years of second or third-rate lovers, it was hard to turn down Leco’thian’s amorous advances.
He abided by her decision though, and helped scrub down her back without any drifting hands. “Ok, I’m going to run up and get dressed. You want to dry off and set the table?”
He nodded absently, carefully unfurling his wings as far as he could in the limited space to dab a towel between the folds. “Yeah, I’ll take care of it. Go get pretty.”
Echo was just pulling the turkey out of the oven when she came back down. Their table wasn’t big enough for the food and people, so he’d arranged everything on the kitchen counters. “You look wonderful Lizzie. I thought you’d never wear that dress.” He had bought her the long black evening gown a couple years back at Christmas. It was a simple, slim cut without any frills or ornamentation, perfect for a nice thanksgiving dinner.
“You know I’m not much of one for dresses. I’m glad I didn’t wear it before, it just means you’re the first one to see me in it.”
“Maybe help get you out of it too.”
“Don’t get your hopes up. Depending on how much of that wine we go through, Anne and Laurence may end up staying over.” Elizabeth couldn’t help but make a hypocrite of herself though, her own raunchy daydreams floating constantly close to her thoughts.
Echo had splurged on several pricey bottles of wine, and even bought a chiller to set out at the table. Elizabeth still thought it was silly to drink something the same price as her monthly car payment, but it was his money. She just hoped Echo’s desire to please hadn’t taken on the appearance of pretentiousness. Finally everything was as ready as it was going to get. The food was made and the table was set, the wine was chilled. Elizabeth carefully folded her dress under her and sat down on the couch with a grateful sigh, flicking on the news.
“There’s a weather advisory going on, freezing rain for the next forty-eight hours.”
Leco’thian gave up on fiddling with the plates on the table and climbed up next to her. “Hopefully they don’t have a problem getting here.” The program changed over to coverage of some department store. Some flavor of insanity had driven people to forgo thanksgiving dinner entirely to camp out for Black Friday deals.
“People are so stupid.” Elizabeth grumbled, watching the clips of people huddled under umbrellas outside the store with a mixture of disgust and fascination.
Echo didn’t answer; he was still emanating a nervous vibe, staring off into space while his tail twitched around like it was possessed. Occasionally it would slap against Elizabeth’s arm or thigh, distracting her from her misanthropy. “Echo, if you don’t calm down your tail is going to fall off.” She didn’t want to admit it, but that nervousness was getting to her, giving her the urge to tap her heel in lieu of a non-existent tail.
“Sorry.” He looked sheepish and repositioned himself so that it wasn’t battering her anymore. She still saw it out of the corner of her eye. A small, vindictive part of her wished for a tail to return the favor with. The sound of the doorbell made her jerk her head around, then a small grunt from Echo made her turn back. “The hell?” He muttered, rubbing one side of his snout and staring suspiciously at his tail.
“What happened?”
“I hit myself.”
Elizabeth disguised her laughter under a cough, moving towards the door to hide her smile. She looked out the peephole once, just to make sure, and then quickly opened the door for Anne and her assistant Laurence. “Hello!” Her amusement and wide grin made for a warm welcome.
“Hey hon, how’s it going?” Anne said, stepping in and briefly embracing Elizabeth before stripping her coat off to reveal that she was wearing jeans and hiking boots. Not that Elizabeth had expected anything else from the Texan woman. She was almost surprised she wasn’t wearing a longhorn belt-buckle. At least Laurence was wearing a sport coat and dress-shirt. 
Anne and Elizabeth had immediately become friends when Elizabeth had returned the next day to thank her fitness instructor. A couple of weeks had made it obvious that not only was Anne more clever than your average gym coach, but she was funny and generous, once you got past the crass jokes and coarse language. There was a bawdy side of Anne that definitely did not get advertised at the gym. Laurence worked with Anne at the gym, and the two of them had known each other for years. He presented a more reserved front in public, but a couple beers down and he was just as boisterous as Anne. It could be equally mortifying and entertaining to go out to the local dive bar with them in tow.
“So apparently we might be iced in overnight.” Anne’s large voice belied her small frame. “Hope that’s not a problem.”
“No, Echo and me share a bedroom. The downstairs room will be free.”
“Speaking of which, where is he?” Laurence asked slowly, peering out of the entryway.
Leco’thian wasn’t anywhere in sight. “Echo, get out here and meet our guests.”
The only response was the faint jabber of commercials still beaming from the television. She felt her face heat a little as her guests looked at her expectantly, “Echo, you do not want me to have to come drag you out here.”
“Fine, I’m coming.” She could just picture the fatalistic sigh that must have accompanied the words.
“Shit.” Anne exclaimed quietly when he came around the corner. She half-stepped backwards towards the door. Breaking them into meeting Echo had been a long complicated process, starting with teasing hints about him being exotic and leading up to some pictures. All the preparation in the world though couldn’t completely prepare the two for being face to face with a dragon. It brought back memories of Elizabeth’s first meeting.
Of course at the time, he looked like a dirty, bronze scarecrow, half-starved and about as intimidating as a house cat.
“Ya know, I still kinda thought that this might be some shenanigan.” Anne said, licking her lips.
“No tricks. I’m Leco’thian. It’s nice to meet you.” He rolled back onto his rump and stuck out his hand. At a mighty six feet, Lizzie was tall enough to still have an inch or two on Echo when he sat on his tail, giving a little comfort. Petite Anne had no such comfort, and swallowed nervously as her hand was engulfed in a delicate handshake by the dragon looming over her.
“I’m Annabelle Porter, everyone just calls me Anne. This is my good friend, Laurence Greene.”
Laurence wasn’t much bigger than his companion, but he offered a much more confident hand-shake after seeing that Anne got all her fingers back safely. “Good to meet ya.” He was smiling enthusiastically while he eyes were still practically boggling out from under his mop of sandy brown hair. It was beach-bum meets Smaug.
Elizabeth let a breath of relief slide silently through her teeth. No freak-outs seemed like a good sign. An awkward silence descended as the two newcomers remained fixated on Leco’thian. “So, Echo made dinner for us all!” Elizabeth finally said to crack the developing frost.
The squirming dragon seized on the topic. “Yes, I prepared a variety of dishes. There’s deviled eggs, and pie, and of course turkey.” He led the way into the kitchen. Anne and Laurence stopped at the doorway like they’d been hit with a wall.
Elizabeth could sympathize; stepping into the kitchen filled with one of Echo’s meals was a full sensory experience. The aromas were so dense you could taste them, and each dish looked cut out of a Martha Steward catalogue. 
“You weren’t kidding when you said he liked to cook.” Anne joked, her voice recovering the volume it had lost at her initial shock. “I mean, Laurence cooks for some of the gym events, but god damn. “ She stepped forward and picked one of the deviled eggs off of the platter. “Oh man, that’s good. Laurence, try one of these.”
“Uh, no thanks.”
“Don’t be a pussy! Have one.” He rolled his eyes and accepted the creamy yellow puff.
Despite the crude exchange, Echo seemed to perk up at the praise. He liked cooking, and he hadn’t had an opportunity to show it off before. “Oh, you should try the rolls, they’re handmade and stuffed with-“
“Hold on, I didn’t put on a dress for nothing. We’re going to sit down at the table for at least one plate before we come in here and start sniping things off the counter. Grab a plate.”
“She can really be a pushy bitch, huh?” Anne mumbled loudly at Echo, nudging him in the shoulder with an elbow. She didn’t even have to lean down to do it.
He looked back uncertainly at Elizabeth. “It’s all right Echo, you can consider any insults Anne makes to be compliments until further notice.”
Elizabeth felt a peculiar anxiety drain out of her as Echo fell into the good natured atmosphere Anne and Laurence projected. She hadn’t even realized how tense she had been until she saw him relaxing with their guests. The fact that the two had adjusted so quickly to talking with a dragon made her want to jump for joy. Elizabeth made up a plate for herself and Echo and carried them both out to the table.
“I wasn’t sure if either of you had a preference for red or white wine, so I bought a gewürztraminer and a shiraz. Oh, and a port to go with the pies later.” He quickly popped the corks off both bottles.
“Hell, Anne and I would have settled for Budweiser. I don’t even know what gevertstermeaner is.” Laurence tried and failed horribly to reproduce Echo’s pronunciation of the word.
“It’s supposed to be sweeter than a Riesling, with some spice to it. I haven’t had it before.” Echo tried to explain as he poured himself a glass.
“Hit me big guy.” Anne held out her glass like it was a mug.
“I’ll take the red one. At least I can say Shiraz without breaking my jaw.”
The wine was poured, the food was served, and by common interest the dinner began. For a minute or so the only sound in the house was the tinkle of silverware. “You know Elizabeth; I can see why you’re puttin’ on the pounds. I can’t believe this turkey. Normally white meat is dry as a bone, but this is amazing.”
“You have to cook it upside down. All the juice is in the dark meat on the back, so cooking it upside down lets it baste down.” Echo said between mouthfuls.
“Huh.”
“So Lizzie says you two are from Texas; how did you get to be this far north?”
“Well, we were headed west at first but the car kept drifting right, so we just went with it.” Anne deadpanned.
Laurence rolled his eyes. “We were the black sheep of our respective families, and the heavy conservative atmosphere of Texas didn’t suit our lungs. Aside from going to Hawaii, this was about as far away as we could get and still be in the good ol’ US of A.”
Echo nodded, although confusion still lingered on his face.
“Speaking of non-conservatism; are you two really doing the dirty deed?” Anne burst out.
“Seriously? Not even five minutes into dinner?”
“Sorry Lizzie, but I couldn’t hold it back.”
“Dirty deed?” Echo interjected, looking nonplussed across the table at Elizabeth.
“Having sex Echo.”
“Oh. Well not today.”
Laurence half-choked on his mouthful of yams, and Anne’s eyes widened. Elizabeth sighed and took a large gulp of wine. “Man, I always took you for a prude. Way to join the perv platoon.” Anne offered a high five that Elizabeth did not return.
“Oh don’t be a bitch. You’re having dinner with a couple people that’re the walking definition of ‘alternative lifestyle’.”
“What do you mean?” Echo asked curiously.
“I get my rocks off to group sex. And bondage. And pony play, sometimes. Laurence spends his weekends dressed up in a bunny suit taking it in the pooper from other guys.”
“You’re gay?” 
“Fruitier than an orchard,” Laurence confirmed proudly.
“So deep in the closet he can see Narnia.” Anne chirped in.
“That wasn’t even funny when I was in the closet.”
“Why are you gay? I mean, does it feel good?”
Laurence took the question remarkably well. “Not really a why to it bud. Just somewhere along the way found out I like men. But yeah, it can feel pretty good.”
Elizabeth tried to bury herself in her wineglass as the conversation drifted further into the gutter. She had been expecting Leco’thian to be the shy one at the dinner table, but some of the images that the conversation conjured up were making her regret not wearing anything under the ankle-length dress. The idea of having Echo at the mercy of a strap-on was strangely not unpleasant.
“Well, we don’t really have any toys. Lizzie likes it occasionally when I use my tail though.”
The comment spiked through her haze of shame. “Echo!”
Anne and Laurence were both laughing. “I think we’d better change the subject before Elizabeth blows a gasket.” Laurence suggested. “Those wings aren’t just for show are they? You gotta be close to three-hundred pounds.”
“I’m three-hundred-twenty.” Echo said defensively
Elizabeth was grateful for the blunt subject change; it gave her a chance to try and banish the memories of Echo and his tail from her thoughts. But like a ghost from the past, she felt the agile tip brush against her leg, then curl loosely around her ankle. That was how it had started last time too. Just an innocent touch while she had been reading a book on the couch. Inch by inch he had coiled it farther up her leg. She bit her lip as he employed the same tactic, the smooth scales sliding like glass along her stockings. 
She looked over at Echo for some sign that he was teasing, but he seemed completely absorbed in the conversation. Somehow the subject had already drifted to the stock market while she was preoccupied. “You own stock in Honda?”
“Yes, I bought some a few years ago. I liked their commercial. The one in the parking garage.”
Even as he spoke the tip of his tail brushed against her thigh. Then he stopped, just a couple inches away. Elizabeth was caught between relief and disappointment. The idea of being caught like this was terrifying, and that made it so much more exciting. The taboo of public sex had been something that Elizabeth had fantasized before she had even met Leco’thian. This played all too well into that fantasy, and she wasn’t sure whether she actually wanted to stop it. Finally her last vestiges of self-control cracked, and she scooted forward a couple inches, bringing herself just within reach.
She was suddenly glad that she hadn’t worn panties. Originally it had just been for comfort, since her dress was so long and she was in her own home. Now it gave the roving tail easy access to tease across the delicate skin of her sex.
“All of this is in your name Elizabeth?” The sound of her name brought part of her attention back to the dinner conversation. The other part was focused on how Echo started flicking his tail tip around her hood.
“What?” She asked blankly, gripping her silverware tightly.
“All his stocks are in your name?”
“Yeah, but I don’t mess with them. That’s all Leco’thian’s money; he just needs to have a name to put it under.” She felt so naughty with Anne and Laurence watching her while Echo’s tail was working away at her. She practically had to hold her breath to keep from making any suspicious sounds. There was only one thing that would be more lewd. It was like Echo was reading her mind. As soon as the thought occurred, the teasing stopped and he slowly began to sink the narrow tip into her. Her inner lips were already moist and puffy, making it easy for Echo to wriggle in slowly. Almost too slowly.
“You all right Liz? You look kind of flushed.” Anne was watching her.
“Too much wine too fast.” Elizabeth explained while pointing at her empty wine glass with the fork still clenched in her fist.
“Well, slow down. I don’t want to hold your hair over the toilet.”
Elizabeth forced a smile, her teeth locked together as Echo continued to gently coil his tail up and brush against her clitoris. He made a shallow thrusting motion, each movement in and out rubbing softly against that little fireball and making her stomach knot. 
“You know, I didn’t figure you for a fan of vegetables.”
“I love salads.” Echo contested. He had abandoned his normal method of eating in favor of using a fork for the night. Elizabeth watched him pick another tomato wedge off of his plate as he pushed another inch in. It wasn’t enough; she wanted to really feel him. She was struck again by the idea that he was picking up her thoughts. He immediately sunk in till she felt the tiniest pinch of pain, her lips stretched wide around the increasing girth of muscle. He eased back enough for her to be comfortable and resumed his light twist and thrust motion. It was far less stimulation than she normally experienced with him, but it didn’t matter. Having her secret fetish indulged pushed her arousal through the roof.
The conversation droned out entirely and she stared straight ahead. She wasn’t sure how many minutes passed, but it seemed like her pleasure just kept building for an eternity and would never actually stop. Her thighs clamped together on the now-slick length of tail and her breath hitched. Then, just as the first muscle spasms were starting he hooked the end of his tail inside of her like he was trying to pull her to him through the table. The sudden intense pressure made her give a short yelp. Her hands splayed out uncontrollably, her fork and knife clattering across the table as she threw herself back in her chair.
As soon as she was able to breathe again and her vision had cleared she knew she was caught. Everyone at the table was staring at her. She had managed to push her chair out away from the table, giving a clear sight of Echo’s tail still pushed up under the hem of her dress. 
 “Damn Elizabeth, I didn’t know that you had it in you, but now it’s pretty obvious.” Anne said with a lecherous smile on her face. Elizabeth was in shock. She shoved Echo’s tail away, gasping at the pull inside of her, then stood up and half stumbled towards the stairs.
“Liz! Hey, it’s not a big deal!”
A rush of air behind her was her only warning before she was caught in Echo’s bronze plated embrace. One arm rested just under her bust and the other trapped her hips against his. He wrapped his wings in a cocoon around them, giving them some semblance of privacy in the muted golden light that filtered through the membranes. “Let me go!” She half sobbed.
His warm breath rumbled in her ear as he stood completely up. Her feet left the ground as he tucked her back against his chest. “Shh, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He barely whispered in her ear.
“I just came onto your tail in front of two people!” There was a note of hysteria in her voice.
“In your own home, in front of two people who wouldn’t mind enduring the experience again. Do you know what those two are thinking right now?”
“That I’m a twisted freak?”
Leco’thian’s chest bounced a tiny bit with contained laughter. “No, they’re wishing they could’ve watched.”
Elizabeth blushed at the thought.
“I’m sure there are people out there that would look down on you for tonight and every other night we’ve had together, but none of them are here and none of them matter. No one in this house thinks any less of you for having a harmless kink.” Somehow, his mini-lecture was actually working.
“Actually, I think your audience enjoyed your kink almost as much as you did.” His hand moved slightly, pulling up her dress a couple inches. “I enjoyed it as well.” She felt the heat of his arousal building on her backside.
“Echo. . .” She said uncertainly, grasping the encroaching hand.
He froze. “Should I stop?” With anyone else she would have considered it a loaded question, with him in the process of pulling her dress up, but Echo’s inflection was so even and almost submissive that she knew the question was genuine. Not that it made it any easier to answer. She was still shocked at her own actions earlier, but the draw was so intense. Echo was right here with her, just a few yards from where they had been eating, so alive and warm and ready. Eventually she took a fortifying breath and released his hand.
Echo took that as his answer, and slowly his fingers continued bundling up the fabric of her gown until he exposed her to the open air. She jerked as she felt the familiar wet warmth of his organs against the small of her back. He hunched his hips lower, his arm under her breasts lifting her slightly. She felt that heat poke lower, slipping wetly along the crease of her bottom. It caught in her pucker and Echo made a tiny jab, making her heart jump. His chest rumbled again with laughter. “Maybe another time.”
He continued to probe, until finally the smooth tip of one shaft found her nethers. Elizabeth sucked in a breath as he pushed leisurely into her. The heat of his body felt so much more furious trapped inside of her. He had only put one of the two shafts in her, the other bobbed up between her thighs. Its soft skin and balmy heat rubbed wonderfully lightly along the crest of her sex and her oversensitive clitoris. In a spark of lust filled inspiration she reached down and trapped the cheerfully pink organ between the palms of her hands and the smooth skin of her belly. 
Leco’thian groaned softly in appreciation and started a deliberately paced rolling of his hips. Elizabeth shivered at the lewd feeling of his slick shaft sliding up and bumping into her navel. She kicked off her shoes, bending her knees to rest her feet on Echo’s thighs. Her stockings didn’t offer a lot of grip, but it gave her some control over the depth of his penetration.
Slowly her body began to work itself back up into the peak of its earlier arousal. Soon she was grinding his cock against her clit with gusto.
“You know, they’re still here, watching us. Should we give them a peek?” Echo’s wings had given some shelter from the reality that they were in fact rutting within spitting distance of the two Texans; the whispered query shattered that illusion. After a brief moment to consider what she had gotten herself into, Elizabeth nodded.
He stopped humping her just long enough to turn and lean against the wall and drop his wings back to his sides.
“Hot damn!” The interjection from Anne startled Elizabeth. They weren’t at the kitchen table anymore; they had both moved out to the living room, looking over the back of the couch right at her.
“Lizzie thought you might appreciate a show.” She could hear that smug smile in Echo’s voice. Before she could object to the statement he resumed the torturous gyration of his hips. With Anne and Laurence openly watching him piston into her, Elizabeth felt her climax coming in record time. The spearing heat bumping against her insides were nice, but the delightful rubbing and grinding of his shaft on the outside were too much.
“Oh, oh here she goes!” Anne called out in commentary as Elizabeth’s eyes widened and her toes curled against Echo’s thighs. Her gut tightened down at the same time that her hands closed in a death grip, giving him a slight pause, but her hands were so slick with pre that he just squelched through it.
As she started calming down, Elizabeth had to stop grinding against him so hard to give her poor love-button a break. Fortunately his persistent thrusting gave her something less overpowering to focus on as she built up again.
By that time Echo started getting erratic in his timing, quaking with the strain of his efforts. His breath was gusting down her dress in hot blasts. Lizzie gripped him again, pumping both hands along his exposed shaft while clenching her sex. The extra friction made her moan in pleasure, and was apparently all Echo needed. He gave a few last pumps and jammed hard up inside of her. As the Texans watched his shafts began to pulsate and throb powerfully. Elizabeth could feel each hot jet of cum release inside of her and squirt between her fingers. The incredibly vital warmth pooling inside of her, and that wanton feeling of having someone watch her being serviced, forced another smaller orgasm out of her
Echo panted heavily into her neck as she lifted one hand away from his shaft. The thick white strands stood out starkly against the pale brown skin of her stomach. His lips curled up in a smile against her cheek. He took hold of her elbow and guided her hand upward, snaking his tongue out and beginning to lick his cum off of her fingers.
“What a gentleman; he cooks and cleans.” Laurence chimed in this time.
Elizabeth couldn’t hold back a blush. She tilted her head to hide her face against his as he swiped her fingers spotless. After a nudge she wiped the rest of the mess away from her belly with her other hand and fed that to him too.
“Ya know, if either of you was wearing underwear I’d feel obliged to slip you a bill for a show like that.” Anne waved a crumpled twenty for good measure.
“Ok Lizzie,” Echo whispered to her, “out we go.” He slowly dislodged himself from her. Elizabeth tightened up, trying to keep the liquid mass from sliding out of her with him. She hadn’t realized how much extra height standing fully digitigrade gave him until he squatted back down on his butt and the floor rushed up at them. Her knees were wobbly when she stepped off his thighs, but she managed to stand up, her dress dropping back down into place.
“Well, that was unexpected.” Laurence didn’t sound disapproving.
“Tell me about it. I’m sorry, I kind of got carried away.
“Hon, that was one of the nastiest, sexiest things I’ve ever seen. The only thing that I’m pissed off about is that I didn’t get it on video. Well, I also can’t get home tonight to blow off steam, and Laurence here is useless to me.”
The man shrugged, unabashedly eyeballing Echo as the dragon doubled over to lick himself clean.
“I’m going to rinse off quick, then I guess we can cut into the pie.”
“And discuss what sort of part tricks you guys’re gonna pull at Christmas. I can tell you right now what toys you’re both gettin’ from me.” Elizabeth laughed weakly.
“You want to shower Echo?”
“No, I think I’m good, I’m going to claim the couch.” He said, finishing with a sleepy yawn.
As Elizabeth closed the door to the bathroom she heard Laurence clear his throat. “I just want to point out that I too am not wearing underwear.”