An Astral Exchange....

Wonders....as she is drifting off to sleep...is he engaged in the pleasuring of another courtesan far off in some dim room over a tavern?  His sweat dripping off strong biceps and falling silently on her velvet hot skin....?

He wonders why he would want a courtesan when he already has a Queen.

She lays caught between the waking world and the plane of dreams.  The ceiling fades to a dark night sky. Thoughts of him, a gentle smile on her sleepy lips....

He projects his will across space and time as an eldritch mist of blue and white, wrapping wispy tendrils about her legs and arms, filling her mouth.

She moans softly in the ethereal darkness.

His misty form envelopes her body, entering her.  The glowing fog turning red as he feeds off her passion.

Memories of him in her mind lending flesh to his astral form, the slow wave of pleasure as she showers her passion on him in a rain of mercy.

The flesh and form are made manifest as the mist transforms to her astral sight. A strong warm body embracing her with transcendent ecstasy.

She presses her body to his and envelopes him like a glove that has been tailored to fit only him.  They are both inside and outside each other, melding as one pulsating thrum on the quantum strings runing across all places of the Universe.

Each particle of their being igniting with the power of pure Love and Pleasure.  As each strand on the cosmic web strums with sublime melody, the music of the spheres resounds and the Dragon begins to stir.

The Dragon begins to slowly uncoil.  They feel the ripple.  The slide.  The slither of the pearlescent scales as they undulate beneath their shared surface.

The Dragon entwines its coils about them as they stroke the fire of its magic. They become the Dragon. She spreads her wings wide as he thrusts his serpentine form Heavenward.

At last she can hold back no longer the climax that has building for eternity. He thrusts deeply and powerfully into her and she explodes into a million pieces of super sensual pleasure, the only remaining feeling is where his cock connects to her like a life line.

His Dragon flame errupting inside her with volcanic force, her last concious image of the Dragon slowly swallowing as she writhes in pleasure, her naked body descending into the maw as they become one with each other.

I love you.

I love you.

Safe.

Warm.

Loved.

Forever.