they tfed me into a rat...

Hefting her bag onto her back, Kaylee paused, looking up at the trail. Her car was parked in the shade of a tree, the first signs of the leaves starting to brown and crispen. After all, summer had ended and fall was starting it’s inevitable crawl over the land. This was, to her, the perfect time to hike. Not too hot, but still pleasant, a nice breeze, and considerably less other people. In fact there were only two other cars there, and one was a ranger car.

Crunching over the gravel to the start of the trail, shading her eyes briefly as she tilted her head further back, to the top of the not-quite-mountainous hill. It was beautiful, the peak just about visible with the rays of the not long risen sun. If she was quick enough, she might even be able to camp at the summit and enjoy the dawn from there tomorrow…

As she entered the shade of the first trees, following the red marked trail - for ‘experienced’ hikers - the temperature difference was intense. Going from the heat of direct sunlight to the cool, lush temperance of thick greenery, a little bubble of coolness, was like taking a dip in a lake on a scorching day. Adjusting her bag just slightly - all the most important things, water bottle, food packs, trail mix, and of course her tent and sleeping bag - it was hard to remember that she was just a few short hours drive from the ‘real’ city, grey buildings and dull, endless computer screens. A deep breath of that sweet air, exhaling all the requirements of that life.

The trail started off gently enough, but it didn’t take long for her to begin to properly climb. Muscles burned with just enough force to remind her she was getting somewhat out of shape, but this was good - a bit of exertion. By the time she’d been travelling a few hours and her stomach was starting to growl, she headed off the trail to a familiar patch - a clearing that had once held a table, now reduced to mostly a stump, but still enough to perch on and enjoy a snack. Tilting her head back and allowing the warm rays sneaking through the broken canopy to warm her face, Kaylee thought about her plan ahead.

Back when she’d lived nearby, she’d spent so long climbing this trail over and over, this whole place felt familiar. Like home. Her brunette hair was swept up into a high ponytail to avoid it getting caught in her bag straps, a few little strands sticking to her cheeks from the sweat, and she felt great. If she kept going she could at least reach the lakeside by dusk, and camp there if she needed to. It had been years - more years than she’d like - since she’d visited. But it always seemed to stay the same. The beauty of nature.

When she set off again, following familiar pathways, it seemed that the trail was slightly less cleared than usual, for this time of year. More sticks and leaves. Still, she knew it all off by heart; it was no issue as she headed up further, a few more hours slipping by and the first hint of the sun going down in the encroaching coolness of the trees. Yet the first sign of real change came in a thick log, laying directly across the path. Kaylee came to a stop, brows furrowing. It was a strong tree, tumbled, and as she followed the direction, she could see how it had taken out another when it had fallen, leaving that one bent, half the roots in the air and creating an impenetrable web of mud and wood that she couldn’t wriggle through.

Turning, she began to walk along the length of it, towards it’s base, wondering just what could have caused this one to fall and yet not it’s siblings. Wind would have torn a section down, and she would assume it was a dead tree except it still looked hale, hearty strong wood. It was strange, but at least she knew the route here well enough to not be too bothered as she wove through the trunks around them and finally found where it had fallen. The roots - still thoroughly buried, but a few feet above the base, there was a great rending tear in it - as if the tree had been slammed into. She’d never seen anything like it. The closest she could think was how a tree might snap in a tornado, great ragged chunks of the soft internal wood jutting into the air, but this one tree? Isolated? It was… strange. And as she looked closer, it was as if the inside of it had been - scooped out. Furrows inside it, making a bowl like shape where the softest parts had been removed.

“What the fuck?” Kaylee frowned, carefully skirting around it. A glance at the sky - it might be best to head to the lakeside. Actually, considering where she was… 

The lakeside was a hidden area. She was glad for that, honestly - because whilst she was sure the rangers here knew of it, it wasn’t advertised to tourists, not wrecked by visitors. Not the easiest to get to for a casual explorer, either. So she turned, starting to navigate away from the path, picking her way through the woods towards the tucked away entrance, missing the yellow and black ribbons a dozen feet up the path she’d been on before, warning people to stay away.

-

It always astounded Kaylee how well sheltered this area was. Natural erosion had dug out a divot in the side, building walls of rock and mud around it. She was fairly sure a small landslide had been what had revealed the entryway, created by the network of roots holding everything together, and in it, a deep pool of water. It had to be fed by somewhere, because it had fish and a small rippling current, but there was enough shallow space to swim safely and enough deep water to fish in, and she loved it. Pitching her tent carefully by the wall to get the least amount of cold air blowing in, she settled on the shore, sitting on a blanket and leaning back on her heels. Her fishing rod was driven into the ground, bobber floating off in the deep water, but it didn’t matter much if she caught anything or not. She had food if she needed it. Just… enjoying the butter orange beams of the sunset, shot through with pink, the beautiful sky and the calm. Everything was perfect.

As Kaylee relaxed, tilting her head back, something new caught her eye. Frowning and turning just a little, at first, she wasn’t sure what she was looking at. As she got to her feet, approaching the new addition to the wall, it still wasn’t clear. The net of roots from the trees above, holding on to rocks and mud, made it pretty stable, although occasionally things would shift a little, this was… new new. Like a sheet of chipboard? But that wasn’t quite right, either, just - it looked like - wood pulp? Smeared messily in a sheet? As she got closer, she could make it more odd things. Deep furrows in the wood around it. Torn roots and chunks of mud on the ground. When her hand touched the pale material the top was powdery, but it seemed… solid enough. Like a door?

Her mind went to bees nests; it had a similar feeling, but there was no buzz on insects. A few hovering biting flies around the water, but actually, the area seemed astoundingly devoid of life compared to usual. When her eyes drifted to the ground, there were more of those furrows, clods of torn grass and crushed leaves… and she wasn’t sure what morbid curiosity drove her as she looked to where the edges were driven into the mud, pushed her fingers into one of the gouges, and began to pull.

It was well attached, but where the roots had been torn and the mud disturbed yet not fully dried, she managed to get a grip. Then pull - and pull - sure that it was jjust going to break away in chunks in her hands but - against all odds - it started to move. It slid in the mud, then with a squelch came away from the wall, and then - fell, almost cartoonishly slowly, to break into pieces with a sound almost like a breathy exhale as it hit the harder ground. A small pang of guilt rose in Kaylee’s chest as she considered the work she’d damaged when she’d just wanted a peek, wondering what kind of creature could have built such a thing. And half of her absolutely was expecting to get attacked by angry bees but - no such thing.

So she turned her eyes to the hole it had been protecting. Those furrows, clear marks where something big had dug into the mud. Her mind rang with fear for a second - had she just unearthed a bear? But bears didn’t make doors, did they? She was sure she would have - it wasn’t a tunnel, she now realised, just a hole. Sitting there, on a nest of torn roots, pond weed and more of that dried wood - was an egg. Undeniable. It was white, but the rays of the setting sun reflected off it, revealing that it was shining with the luster of a pearl. It was big, too - bigger than an ostrich egg and more… oblong. Shaped almost like the snake eggs that Kaylee had seen but hard shelled rather than leathery. As she reached out to touch it, her fingers slid over the smooth surface - surprised by just how warm it was. In fact, the air inside that little hole was bordering on humid. It must have been trapping all the heat from the direct sunlight for the majority of the day…

“Oh no.”

Kaylee realised what she’d done.

Not only had she revealed the egg to predators, it was now going to get cold. Eyes moved down to the broken door on the ground. Guilt surged in her chest. Shit. She couldn’t let this - this - whatever it was - she couldn’t let it die because of her curiousity! Reaching out to lift it from it’s nest, her chest hitched just a little at how heavy it was, how warm, wondering just how close it was to actually hatching. As she made her way back over to her little camp, she found herself wondering - what on earth had laid this thing? It was enormous, and beautiful, and whilst she had some vague awareness that some birds would lay their eggs then seal them in, none that were bigger than an ostrich.

Carefully placing the egg inside her tent, bundling her blanket to hopefully generate some heat, she began to build a small fire, gathering roots - and taking a chunk of the weird daub to see if that burned well. Thankfully it seemed like the perfect kindling, and soon she had a small fire, kicking out heat. Opening the door of her tent, her eyes lingered on the egg again. She had to keep it warm. She had to. She had to protect it. Barely thinking about it, she clambered into the tent, wrapping her arms around it. Was it as warm as it had been before? She did up the zip, and then began to shed her own clothes, holding it close against her bare stomach. The shell felt smooth and cool against her. There had to be something. Anything she could do. Surely…

Her eyes drifted down to where the shell rested against her pale belly. The curve of it. The base of it resting near her cock. The heat where skin touched shell. But the other side would be cold. She needed a way to keep it warm all over. She needed to - oh.

Her cock jumped, pressing against the edge of the shell, and she bit at her lip as she considered just what her mind was presenting. She was a bit of a size queen, admittedly, but… she’d never taken anything quite that big. The last time she’d taken this bag out had been - christ, a long time ago - but it had been when she was seeing her ex and she was sure, so sure that she hadn’t taken those particular items out of this bag. Sitting up, she began to dig, keeping the egg resting on her lap as she did, shifting slightly  as that cool edge rubbed against her rapidly thickening dick. Yes - finally - buried at the bottom - her hand closed around the small tube of lubricant. Yanking it out, she grinned before chucking the bag into the corner of the tent. The space was definitely warmed now, but this - this would guarantee that egg was nice and warm for as long as it needed. 

As she moved, sitting up and straddling the egg, holding it between her knees, she poured a good amount on her hand; rubbing it over the narrow top of the egg, and then stroking her cock a few times, bringing it rapidly to full attention. Her heart was jumping, mildly terrified of what she was about to do but - fuck - more than a little excited. She had never taken something this big before. As she lay back, careful to kick the blanket away and just lay on the tarp, she began to work a finger inside herself. Keeping the egg against her thigh, hopefully warm, jostling it as she groaned. It didn’t take long to properly start to stretch herself out, relaxing into it, panting, doing everything she could to relax enough to take this monstrous payload.

When she sat up again, legs trembling slightly, carefully adjusting and re adjusting, she looked at the surface of the egg.

“Don’t worry, little one,” she whispered, almost reverentially, as she stroked a lube slick hand over it. “Don’t worry. Not going to let anything hurt you.” and there was an ache, in her chest, a feeling she’d never really… had before. Motherly. It was bizarre. She adjusted her legs again, took a breath, trying to relax herself, and… began to sink down. The oblong shape was fairly uniform, but she’d chosen the end that seemed just a touch narrower than the other, and pressed it against her hole. It was so cool compared to the heat of her body, and even with the lubricant, it was massive. Bigger than anything she’d taken before. Rocking her hips, Kaylee began to ride the tip of it, groaning, one hand palming her cock as finally, finally, with the help of the lubricant, began to slip inside, and holy shit. Her whole body was aching, almost burning hot, now, and she moaned, feeling strands of saliva dripping off her chin at how good that felt.

Slowly, working herself back and forth, pushing down, trying not to rush, to allow herself to stay relaxed, she managed to swallow another inch. It was burning, just on the edge of pain, but all logic was being driven away because it felt incredible. Her cock was thick and hard in her palm as she stroked, rough, back and forth, back and forth, riding the high, pushing down hard but as she clenched she was sure it was going to pop out and all hat work be for nothing but she couldn’t help it as an overwhelming wave of pleasure rocked out of her and cum dripped down over her fingers. But she couldn’t stop, mustn’t stop, and her cock was still hard even if it had shrunk a little and it was so, so sensitive, now, more sensitive than she ever remembered it being and weirdly the egg had - gone deeper. She could feel it stretching her out, wishing she had a mirror to see herself, see her hole swallowing it as she started to reach the widest point.

Thighs shaking, she rocked into it, feeling the ground below the tent start to furrow a little from the pressure, a divot which made the egg hold on a touch better even through the tarp. More solid for her to ride, to press and lift and press and lift. She had thought she’d need more lubricant but actually, she felt - plenty slick. Growling in her throat as she ground down again, her hair brushing the top of the tent, thrusting her hips forward with her eyes clenched shut, pulling her cock from the base of her body to the tip, too sensitive to even touch that flesh right now -

She slid down another inch and she could feel it, the widest point now, just outside her hole, just beyond her reach, so close, and - her head snapped on the top pole.

What? 

She - wasn’t tall enough on her knees for her head to touch the top of the tent. And what the hell was it catching on? As she reached a hand up the tent ceiling was - right there. When she squinted her eyes open and tried to glance up, whatever was catching on the poles prevented her head from moving backwards. And when she touched, she felt why - two nubs, on the top of her skull. Little jutting protrusions cutting through her hair that most definitely were not there before. And now - her knees slipped just slightly, and the egg slipped and it was moving, oh, fuck, she cried out a rough howl, half wild at the stretch and the burn but it didn’t hurt so much as it ached. This must be damn good lube because she felt so…. So slick.

“What?” she was panting, gasping, looking down at her dick - which was - shrinking. It was half the size it had been before, not flaccid but - unless her hands were just getting bigger and it wasn’t growing with her? Sinking back into the folds of flesh and so sticky and - and - her legs slipped again. The next moment her as hit the ground and as she threw her head back to cry out, barely seeing the distended bulge in her abdomen, she tore through the roof of the tent, ripping easily through the material as her form grew dramatically. Clawed hands slammed down onto the ground as she shook herself free, kicking and fighting until she flopped out onto the shoreline, panting, flailing.

She was bigger. Definitely bigger, the remnants of the tent flying away from her feet. Her back and spine were aching. Her jaw. Every part of her throbbing almost in sympathy with her hole and as she rested her hand on her belly, the bulge seemed to be shrinking away. Growing, growing around the egg.  When she looked at her hand, she saw the skin starting to crack, darken into a rich blue as scales flourished over them, blooming like flowers.

“What? What?” her voice was rougher, now, as she panted, half formed tail thrashing in the ground and extinguishing the fire as she fought against everything and - My love, be at peace.

The words were so… soft. Melodic. As Kaylee lifted her head, looking towards the water, now lit more by moonlight than the sunset, a pair of eyes reflected back at her. Gracefully climbing out of the gentle waves, more and more of the beautiful creature was revealed. She was a seafoam green, palest on her belly and darkest on her back, the water slicking off her form as if she was part of it. Wings spread, shaking themselves dry, and her whole body carried the same pearlescent sheen as the egg now lodged inside Kaylee. 

I see you have taken my burden onto yourself. Such kindness; I had not expected it from your kind. The - dragon, that was a dragon, holy shit that was a dragon - was talking to her. As she revealed more of herself, long tail still trailing into the deep, Kaylee realised her eyes were sharpening, too, adjusting to the darkness, showing her more than she could imagine. There were fins, and it seemed this creature was just as aquatic as she was part of the air. I had thought my young was left safe, but… you have protected it.“I - I didn’t -” her jaw was hurting more and more, thickening teeth fighting against the words. Reach with your mind, my love. I will understand you.

So - she did. Not sure how, pushing the words, the thoughts and feelings, the guilt, the apology, towards this beautiful mother. The one who had created the egg now buried so far inside her. Her head bowed for a moment, pondering what she’d been told, before looking at Kaylee again. You meant no harm. The magic would not work on one who is not meant to be one of us. But, ah, my sweet… she had climbed fully out of the water now, nudging Kaylee with her crested head, helping her self-right as she fought against the weight of new limbs and the confusion and the ache inside herself. You have not taken it fully. This is why you have stalled. Please - let me help you? Then you can be what you are meant to, and be my bride.

Her heart sung, for a moment, at the thought. At this beautiful creature being her… her wife. At carrying her clutches, at laying her young, at so many things… she let out a huffing whine, deep in her chest, a new sensation amongst a myriad of them. A gusty sigh responded as the bigger dragon moved over her, gently nosing, cool as the water but as warm as the sunned beach, and oh so gingerly rolled her onto her back. Half formed wings stretched along the shoreline as Kaylee huffed, flopping her head back, horns catching once again in the mud as she squirmed. Her arms were now too short to reach her hole, but when she arched her head on it’s longer neck to look down, her breath caught in her chest.

The other dragon had claws on her legs, snout hovering over her hole. Her dick was - gone. Instead there was a neat slit in her scales, parted and twitching, revealing a thick clit at the top of it. Shrunk and absorbed into the same hole that had drunk down that thick, heavy egg, now settled in her. But - she could feel it. In her passage, her tunnel, not where it was meant to be. When that subtle pointed snout first swiped over her new hole, she squirmed. A thick tongue, surprisingly hot, began to tease it’s way in and she whimpered again, unable to help it. The whiskers on the side of her lover’s face were pressing either side, tiny little barbs as if trying to hold her still for the pleasures.

I must relax you again, the dragon’s voice in her mind was a husky murmur, now, So that I can settle that egg where it is meant to go and fully change you. Do you want this, my love? If I remove it now, the magic can be reversed… and if there was a touch of melancholy… surely Kaylee was imagining it? But - she thought of the life she’d be leaving behind. Dreary offices, bland day to day life, her only pleasure to be climbing in nature. She thought of spreading her wings and soaring with her mate, diving into deep oceans and swimming alongside dolphins. She thought of being gravid with clutch, panting and growling as she laid young for her wife…

Feeling her thoughts, the dragoness dove in again, nudging and licking until Kaylee was bucking and whining. Then, slow, careful, the clawed hand began to slip inside. It was big, but nowhere near as big as the egg; and, being so gingerly moved, there was no danger from the claws. She nudged the smooth edge and Kaylee twitched, unable to help it, growling out a moan. Slow, so slow, almost painfully, still licking and sucking, the egg began to slip deeper and deeper inside her. It was pressing in all the right places, tighter, more tender, and her legs were shaking with it and she could feel herself so close to coming when there was a twinge.

Relax, my love. You are far enough from human now. Let your body feel it. It will accept it. You are to be my broodmare, after all. My most loved incubator… 

The image that blasted into her mind was radiant, steered by the dragonness. Of her, resplendent, seeing herself through her lover’s eyes. Scales all the shades of blue, from sky to navy; majestic horns which arched gracefully from her head, flared finlike ears, the glimmering shots of pink where the sunlight caught the pearlescence of her scales. The near white on her stretched, distended belly, so heavy with eggs she couldn’t fly any more - 

Her body clenched. The egg jolted and then was drawn in, settling deep and heavy inside her. Now it felt right, where it was meant to be. Body still trembling with the aftercurrent of the orgasm, Graula moved back, away from her body, and she stretched her wings. Now the transformation didn’t feel like her body fighting her, it felt… natural. Rolling to her front, she groaned as she stretched like a cat. Clawed paws sunk into the ground, stretching new thick claws, spreading webbing between each digit. Her jaw ached as she yawned wide, stretching forward, finding it’s new shape as seal like teeth settled into their correct places, forked tongue curling.

Her golden eyes blinked in the moonlight, able to see in perfect clarity, second eyelid flickering, practice for vision in the depths of the water. Each stretch of her shoulders slowly pushed her wings to their full length, strong enough to fly or to dive, and her tail swished, leaving an impression in the mud. Shaking herself as spines carefully emerged through skin, finally feeling she was finished growing as she yawned again, everything settling into place.

Groula moved up beside her, still bigger, although not by much; she nudged her snout under Kaylee’s jaw, and she could smell everything. The smell of sex and her own fertility. She could smell that Groula had recently laid, smell the egg, smell her own natural scent that was just… Groula. Free ocean water, fish blood, something spicy like cinnamon and sweet, beyond human description. She pressed into Kaylee’s side, warm, comfortable. When Kaylee glanced back at her ruined tent, the snapped fishing pole and the kicked over fire, she expected to feel… some kind of loss. Something empty.

But instead, she just felt… relief. 

Are you ready to go? Groula asked, softly, and together, they turned and plunged into the deeper water, vanishing into the depths.

Six months later.

The growl in her chest rumbled and echoed against the dripping in the cavern, the water falling in it’s steady plip plip from the ceiling as it must have done for centuries. The bed of sea moss, kelp and wood pulp would be uncomfortable to most creatures, but to her, it had been her home for the last week, and had settled into something like the best pillow she’d ever been held by. Unfortunately, her claws had made rather a mess of it in the last hour.

Groula was perched down by her legs, speaking calm into her mind, but the twitching of her tail was a giveaway for worry. These eggs were big. Far bigger than most first timers grew their clutch, apparently. She threw her head back with another snarl as she clenched and pushed, feeling it sliding inexorably down. It was aching, and tender, but it also felt so, so and every time she came it just slurped the bastard right back up again. 

If Groula wasn’t so worried about her, she was sure she’d be laughing at how dramatic she was being.

Finally, though, finally, with a snarl as her claws dug deep enough into the rocks to leave furrows, her hole parted open. Stretching, aching, as inch by inch, the pearlescent shell appeared. This wasn’t that very first egg she’d taken all that time ago, oh no. This was the third one, last one in, first one out. She knew that first egg would be the worst of all, biggest, strongest. But as she pushed hard and roared, it finally popped out. A gush of fluids, a rush of relief and a thick throb from her body that threatened another orgasm. Clutching the young one in her claws, Groula carefully wrapped her tail around it; she’d promised they wouldn’t have to wait long for them to hatch.

By the time the third one was crowning, she was beyond exhausted. But with her mate nudging her belly, Kaylee managed to push that first egg to the very tip. As it finally flopped out, leaving her stretched, twitching, aching, the wave of warmth and love from Groula was everything. As they curled together, she nosed tenderly at the eggs and sighed. As her mate began to drift to sleep, Kaylee found herself thinking across the connection, despite all her objections….

she had startled you a bit; you'd been daydreaming about music, which you'd just discovered, and rather liked. you'd heard it from a little house while you snuck in and stole their sheep.

but you knew the sound of fear, of being followed. you'd been chased too many times, you knew what it looked like. the rapid jolt of fear.

you smelled her then; cinnamon and onyx, and perhaps that was what had blinded you. perhaps your mouth was just watering. whatever the case, you waited until she had fled back into the forest; and then you waited a bit longer. in her wake, a garrison of men, their hands rough.

oh. so they were not knights. they were just men chasing a young woman through the woods. perhaps they did not even know a real princess had been running from them. well, that was a relief. you are not good at fighting with knights, who have swords instead of cudgels. these were just men, so you rose from the water in the quiet way you'd learned from the fish. they did not hear you coming.

and besides. proper dragons do violence so well.

___

once you had smelled her you could find her, although such things have always been easier for you than for the others. you spend a great deal of time studying things - it allows you to analyze them. you have tried to explain to the other dragons that sometimes it is best to slow down, but of course no dragon should be slow.

at first you did not understand the confusion of the people's umwelt. they relied so much on their communication (only words and actions!) and what they could see with their eyes. you and the other dragons did not use these as much; but you liked prying out the little sonic differences between hello that means "i like you" and hello that means "i don't like you."

so it took you a while to learn that you were responsible for what had happened to her. men had gone missing, and even bad men going missing makes a big fuss. (you know that if it had been girls missing, it would be okay. many proper dragons steal girls because it will not bring a knight to their door). for a while she had been trapped on the palace grounds. it was determined that it was no longer safe for her to be just a princess, she must undergo some human transformation and become a wife.

even so. you had gone looking for her (only to study, of course, so you may know how to snatch her best). but that night you saw her descending from the window of a castle, quick and agile, moving like a whisper, clad almost entirely in black. you could see her quite well of course, although you were not seeing her; but instead her heat and her smell and her sound and all the other sensory noise all humans give off.

you followed her, keeping yourself in a cloud so you appeared as if mist. she stole off into the woods. you were interested in that, and watched her scuttle - although of course you could have taken her then, you wanted to study your prey as best as you could. she did not seem to do much in the woods, only run around cry into her little hands.

she appeared to be looking for something. she did not get far that first night; scurried back to her bed. over and over this happened - she would run as far as she could, only to go back again. it seemed rather boring to you, but of course you had been free your whole life.

and then one night - finally, she arrived at the lake. she sank to her knees then, her hands pressing into the water. her head tilted to the sky. her dark hair spilling in a caught breath behind her.

this is how you heard her voice for the first time. when she came again the next night, she did so more quickly, more assured. straight to the lake, as if it had called her.

she had skipped a pebble over the surface of the water. this action was dangerous, because it almost hit the sail of your wing. you had structured yourself very finely to look like a rockslide.

"three months." her voice was like her: it was deep and smooth and dark, a low violin string. "they want me to marry that bastard in three months."

and then she cried into her hands again, and the sound of it almost broke you.

you followed her maybe more than a proper dragon should, after this. more than just back to the castle and her bed. you hid along her daily walks and watched her in the throne room and saw her out riding horses. she was good with dogs and nice to her people and very much a proper princess, although you had heard it said a proper princess ought not to slip out at night and run around barefoot through the woods.

you discovered she is terrible with directions. you have often had to make a path more clear so she could get home again. she cannot hunt better than an egg; you have had to kill fish and push them subtly up to the shore.

but she appears to love the lake as much as you do. you have seen her read by candlelight (how foolish. the entire woods saw her each time). you have seen her build little paper boats to float along the surface. you have seen her strip her many layers and dive in, have seen her lay with her belly to the sky, floating like she is suspended by the hands of darkness itself.

oh. so she loves the stars, as well, then.

__

you must go in. she will be married tonight. that is a human thing, but you have since learned what it has meant. she will go to somewhere else, and you will not see her again, maybe ever. and then how will you be a proper dragon? go!

you have made yourself in the form of a gargoyle, hiding in the white stone. you can see into her room; and the tapestries that seem unlike her. everything in her room is very bright, which is bad for a proper dragon. there are many knights in the hallways and in their rooms, and their smell is itchy and repugnant to you.

her dress is white, which does not seem like her. you have only seen her wear black. she is sitting at some kind of desk, and she is crying again. she smells of cinnamon still, but moreso of grief. you can feel the heartbreak in her as if it was inside of you.

you cannot watch her cry anymore. you have watched too often without moving. that is shameful.

you nose the door open. you can move quiet, because you are not very big. she is within a cave of you, then a wingtip, and then she is standing up, looking into your eyes.

"it's you." her hand on your jaw is warm. "i thought i was imagining you, you know. i turned around that day. i saw what you did to those men. i have been looking for you since. i told everyone that i had an angel to protect me. they locked me in here anyway."

you are not an angel, you are a dragon. you have to keep your wings locked tight or you would explode the walls of this place. it makes you feel big, suddenly. you are not used to that sensation. you do not like to be locked in a tower. you believe maybe the princess does not like to be locked in a tower either.

you take her in your jaws. she is very small, and does not resist you. although you are not a strong flyer, you must take off in a single push. any other movement would be too slow. you must also hold your breath so you do not smell her, the clove and cinnamon and little bird of hope. your mouth would water and you would drop her.

against the full moon, you do the thing that is impossible. you stretch yourself out all the way, a bold and beaming arrow, and you fly. you can hear them cry about you now, loudly. a banner that would strike pride even into your father: dragon. dragon. dragon.

on the eve of her wedding, you snatch the princess from her tower.

an arrow whisks for you, and then dozens, and then hundreds. you are not afraid of pain. you have learned long ago how to fly with holes in your wings. you hold her very gently still, and you push past the smell of your blood.

in the night you are a star. someone somewhere could look up and see you and make a wish.

there will be another lake, you decide. you can find another lake. somewhere very, very far from here. however long you must fly, however long you must hold your breath: you will take her home, because you are a proper dragon.

___

sometimes they come for her, your treasure. you have built her a little castle here, deep in the forests off the map. and of course for you: a silver round lake like the shift of her iris. you bring her books and she brings you bugs to study. you let her saddle you, and together you ride through the clouds and fog banks. she is a shadow on your back; a warm and velvet thing. she makes you music and lives the way she should; free in the night like a promise.

but they do come. you have stolen a real princess, and they do not want her to be a princess. they want to make her into a brood mother, or into bait, or into prey. they always look into the caves first; into the places proper dragons stay. they are real knights, not just men with sticks. they are loud and their smell still makes you itch.

but she has made you brave now, and cunning. if a dragon is not big, it should be cunning. and since you are a proper dragon, and since your treasure is your most precious thing, you lay in wait.

let them come. you will let the light drip off of you, and then you will pour through them.

afterwards, your princess will tell you a story around the fire. she will patch your wounds as she did that first time. she will sing to you.

Kate opened her eyes, looking across the room at her. She’d gotten so much older. When did that happen? Her daughter, Raven, had always been a little off-kilter. Kate supposed it was her fault, really. Her father had stepped out before she was old enough to form words, leaving Kate at 16 to raise their child on her own. Quiet and brooding throughout middle and high school, she’d worried she’d done something to damage her socialization skills, that not having a father would be bad for her “son”, but, no, after high school Raven informed her of what exactly had been on her mind.

She’d blossomed quickly, both physically and socially. Her hair had always been blonder than Kate’s, closer to her father’s, and so she routinely dyed it black, a wolf cut that hid her eyes, but… it suited her. Growing up on the fringes, poor as they’d been despite Kate’s best efforts, she’d fallen in with a more… dicey crowd. They were all sweet, though, often offering Kate whatever they were smoking and whispering (when they thought Kate couldn’t hear) that she was a catch, which was endearing. She’d never thought she’d be a “milf”.

 “Yeah, sorry,” Kate sighed, sinking a little further into the couch. “It’s… nothing to worry yourself about.”

Raven frowned, crossing one leg over the other and folding her arms. “I’m not just going to not ask. You look like a wreck.”

Kate winced at that. She’d always tried to look strong, to be good enough to be both parents, but… “I know,” she said softly, rubbing at her arm. “It was… not great.”

“Talk about it. I’m here.”

“Honey, I don’t want to vent-?”

“I pay half the rent at this point,” Raven shrugged, falling into a more nonchalant stance, hands behind her head. “Talk to me like I’m a roommate.”

She chewed her lip anxiously. “I…” She sighed, shaking her head softly. “It was Mark again.”

“Fucking Mark- really? Again? That was the asshole that harassed you last week, too.”

“It… yeah.” She huffed, letting her head fall back. “A customer started saying gross stuff to me, and when I went to get a manager, Mark just took his side and they joked and…”

“You should call fucking HR! Your manager talking about you like that should be fucking illegal, but at the very least you should get him fired.”

“If I try, he might fire me,” Kate grimaced, looking away, cheeks burning a bit with shame. “I know it’s awful, but I just have to… deal with it.”

Raven huffed, standing and looking like she was about to throw something, fists balled at her side, before she finally sighed, slumping. “Want to order pizza or something? I’ll pay.”

She wanted to protest, offer to throw something at the food, but she just weakly nodded, Raven already pulling out her phone to make the order. Kate felt… a little humiliated, but a little grateful, too. She knew that at nearly thirty, Raven wasn’t a child anymore. She can’t treat her like one or expect her to still be her little girl anymore. She had a big girl job, bringing in half the rent, it made sense for her to take care of things sometimes. Kate didn’t have to be the strong one all the time. Even though it hurt.

“Alright, got your usual,” Raven smiled, leaning against the wall next to the couch. “You ought to go take a shower, get in some comfy clothes or something. We’ll just have a nice couch night.”

Kate laughed softly, feeling her cheeks dust pink. “When did you get so doting? Isn’t that supposed to be my job?”

“Come on, daughters give their mom like, foot rubs or massages or whatever. Plus we never got the chance to have girls nights growing up, so we can make up for it now, yeah?”

She felt that little prickle of shame up her neck, that she should’ve known, that she should’ve done better- she shoved it down, giving a lopsided smile and nodding, standing up off the couch and nearly falling over if not for Raven reaching over and stabilizing her.

“Yeesh, careful in the shower if you’re falling all over the place,” Raven laughed, and Kate felt herself go even more red. “Go on, I’ll handle the food and stuff. Just relax.”

She grumbled but complied, off to her room to grab comfy sweatpants and a big t-shirt, then to the shower to wash off the sweat and shame from the day. It did feel nice… especially knowing Raven was taking care of everything else. Not having to be the only one supporting the two of them was nice.

Raven had always wanted to help. She learned to cook at an early age, did a lot of the cleaning. It made Kate feel like a shit mom, but… it was helpful. It kept her from snapping on more than one occasion. They kept a bit of distance as Raven grew up, but after her coming out that distance closed, slowly but surely.

The hot water was exactly what she needed. Nearly scalding, scrubbing away all of the disgusting thoughts from the day, looking forward to a nice, easy night in. It was the beginning of a rare three-day weekend for her, and she could just sleep in tomorrow morning after stuffing herself with pizza and watching some TV. This was good. No reason to feel guilty.

She put her hair up in a towel as she left the bathroom, pausing in the hallway as Raven held out a glass.

“Wine?” she smiled, accepting it gratefully.

“Relaxing night in,” Raven replied, raising her own half-filled glass of red wine and taking a sip. “We’re unwinding. C’mon, pizza’s gonna get cold.”

Kate smiled, following her to the couch, sitting cross legged and accepting her pizza, eating slowly as Raven flipped through channels.

“It kind of feels like a sleepover,” Kate chuckled quietly. “I never went to very many in high school, but… pizza and TV. We going to talk about boys next?”

Raven barked out a harsh laugh, flashing her a toothy smile. “If I swung that way, maybe.”

Right, shit. Kate laughed back, hoping to laugh it off and move past it. Raven was content to drop it, turning her attention back to the TV as Kate took a longer drink of wine. “Where’d you even get this wine?” Kate frowned. “I haven’t bought any.”

“I got some last time I was out,” she shrugged. “I keep some in my room sometimes.”

Kate’s jaw dropped. “Raven!”

“What? I’m twenty-nine, I can drink whenever I want. I’m not a kid.”

“I- I know! I just… it’s…?”

“I can start keeping it in the kitchen?” she asked, giving an appeasing smile. “Would that help, mom?”

A strange feeling curled in her gut but she nodded, relaxing back against the couch. “Yes. Very. Thank you.”

“Sure.”

They both took another drink, eyes glued to the TV. Why was she feeling so weird? She shook it off, finishing her glass and pouring herself half of another, nursing it close. Things were fine. She was having a nice, relaxing night in, and it was going to be good.

As Raven flipped through, she paused for just half a second on some live action show, two girls up in each other’s faces, and it looked heated.  

“There’s so much more of that now,” Kate mused, a little drunk, words coming somewhat unbidden.

“Mm? More of what?”

“You know. Girls…?”

“With other girls?”

“Yeah, that,” Kate mumbled, taking another long drink.

“I’m sure there were dykes on TV when you were growing up. Didn’t you have like, Xena and Buffy and shit?”

“Well… okay, yes, but…?” She hummed, gently drawing her finger around the rim of her glass. “It was… different. It wasn’t as popular.” The words poured from her lips before she knew she was saying them. “Honestly, if I’d had the kinds of shows you do now when I was growing up, I would’ve been more into women.”

Raven’s head swung over, eyes fixed on Kate. “Oh yeah?”

“I mean girls are pretty,” she shrugged. “I’m not a lesbian or anything, but I can appreciate how pretty girls are.”

Raven pressed. “How so?”

“Well… I mean, shows where they kiss are nice. Girls are shaped a lot more attractive than boys. Lips and… hips and all that.”

Raven snorted. “Oh, yeah?”

“What?” she huffed, setting her wine aside to put her hands on her hips. “Am I wrong?”

“No, no. Just, it sounds like you like girls.”

“I-! I appreciate them aesthetically. I like boys, you know that.”

“You are aware you can like both, right?”

She opened her mouth and it snapped shut, almost against her own will. She wanted to protest, but memories she hadn’t realized were still in her brain began to resurface. Playing in the yard with a friend, her mother telling her not to get too close. Wanting to join the soccer team and having her father tell her “she’s not a fucking dyke” and forcing her to be in choir instead. She shrank into the couch a little, grabbing her wine back up and finishing the second half glass, before reaching for the bottle again.

“You alright there?”

“Mm-? Oh, I’m… fine,” Kate laughed, waving a hand. “Are you going to find something to watch?”

“That movie we just passed does have good reviews,” she said, turning it back to the one with the girls. “It did super well in theaters. The tension and all that.”

“What’s it about?”

She folded her legs up under her, sipping her wine as Raven began to ramble. She loved talking about movies and games. When Kate had grown up, she’d always wanted to talk about the stuff she’d learned, the things she’d read, and never had anyone to talk to about it. Despite the distance she’d had with Raven as she grew into her own, she always made sure to listen attentively to her interests. She’d heard about most of the Pokémon by now, and knew which shooter games were “the good ones” and which ones were "junk”.

“The wine is getting to you,” Raven laughed, Kate’s head snapping up.

“What? N-no it’s not,” she protested, cheeks flushing. “Is it not getting to you?”

“I’ve only had one,” Raven replied, swirling the wine in her glass. “You’re getting a little flushed.”

“Well… maybe it’s the movie,” she huffed, folding her arms.

“Oh yeah? So you’re blushing at the girls kissing on TV?”

Her head whipped over, seeing the girls panting into each other’s mouths and her face went brighter red. “Th-that-! Y-you don’t need to be watching this with your mother-!”

“Oh, c’mon,” she grinned, a little more devious and shit-eating than normal. “I said we’re roommates, right? And you were talking about gossip. So c’mon, they’re cute, right?”

Kate forced her eyes away from Raven and toward the TV, to the two onscreen. A waifish little redhead was melting into the arms of the larger brunette girl. Something about a werewolf, or some… curse or something. She was lifting the redhead up now, strong hands under her thighs, pinning her to the wall, pushing her body between her legs as she kissed down her neck, the redhead mewling and clawing at her back.

“I… y-yeah,” Kate muttered. “They are cute, yes.”

“See? You can totally like both.” Raven beamed, nonchalant as ever, and Kate just gave an awkward little nod. “Honestly that redhead is my type, if a little thin. I like a shortstack.”

Kate shifted nervously, unsure of where her attention should go – the very erotically charged scene on TV, or her daughter who was unabashedly watching them and talking about her taste in women.

“I think the bigger girl is more my style,” she shrugged, deciding to keep her eyes on the screen. “The way she lifts the little one is attractive.”

“Mm, yeah?”

“I’ve always gone for taller guys,” Kate shrugged, finishing her… fourth? glass of wine, and finally setting it aside. “I like being manhandled.”

Raven cackled. “There you go! Now that’s girl sleepover gossip.” She rubbed her chin. “Honestly, I’ve always liked doing the manhandling. Womanhandling? I like smaller girls. When I wasn’t out, I thought I was some meek little nerd but now that I’m on E and actually working out, god, it’s so hot. They just melt for you.”

Kate laughed, high-pitched and nervous. “Oh, I bet.”

“Yeah?”

“You do kind have the whole Xena thing going on,” Kate teased with a smile. “I bet girls love it.”

It took Raven a few seconds to respond before giving a low, breathy chuckle. “Oh, they definitely do. They’re like putty for me.”

“Gosh,” Kate sighed, leaning on her hand, watching the girls on TV laugh and finish up their adventure, pulling the movie to a close. “It does sound nice. Maybe I am also into women.”

“What sounds nice, Kate?”

“Mm, just… having a girl touch me, I guess?” She laughed awkwardly, playing with a strand of her hair. “That’s weird to say.”

“Not at all. Lots of girls like being touched by girls.”

She chewed her lip. “Well… I suppose. But that’s not…? I don’t know. I guess you’re right.” She moved to grab her glass and gasped as she bumped it instead, the empty glass falling to the carpet and cracking, but not shattering. “Oh, fuck-!”

“I’ve got it, don’t worry,” Raven laughed, jumping up and grabbing it, moving to put it away along with the food. “I’ll put this away. Sit still for me.”

“Okay,” Kate nodded, obediently resting back in her seat. She didn’t register how long Raven stood there, staring, before rushing off to finish what she’d set out to do. It felt like no time until she returned, her head swimming as she looked up at the dark-haired woman.

“You’re very drunk,” she said, hand on her hip.

“I’m moderately tipsy,” she argued.

“Fine, tipsy, drunk, whatever. We ought to get you to bed.”

“It’s barely late,” Kate groaned, and Raven shot her a look.

“Up, now.”

She rose without thinking, groaning softly, accepting Raven’s arm around her waist, guiding her toward her bedroom. It was nice. Calming, so warm, brushing up under her t-shirt against the bare skin of her hip. Raven’s fingers were lightly calloused, both gentle in her grip and firm to keep her from falling over.

“Thank you,” she murmured, leaning into Raven. She could feel her swallow hard as she held her close, not responding, just leading her back to her room. She leaned against Raven’s chest with a humming sigh. She was so big, and warm, and muscular. Like the girl on TV… she was like the werewolf girl, so strong and so kind. “You’re so sweet,” she babbled. “So, so sweet to me.”

“You deserve it,” Raven replied, her voice low and a warm, brushing over Kate’s face. “You deserve someone to be sweet to you, Kate.”

“I don’t,” she sighed, finally pulling away when they got to her room, throwing herself on the bed. “I’m… mmfh. I was a bad mom.”

“No you weren’t,” Raven frowned, sitting on the side of the bed. “Why would you think that?”

“I… I should’ve known, and helped you come out, and- and I… your father was gone, and we never had any money, and I couldn’t… get you the things you wanted… that trip- the one in high school? The one I couldn’t afford?”

“Hey, hey,” Raven shushed, cupping Kate’s cheek, brushing her thumb over her jawline softly. “It’s alright. You know what? I was happy to spend it here with you instead.”

Kate laughed, watery and desperate, surprised as she started to sniffle, rubbing her face. “That isn’t true and you know it!” she laughed. “You could’ve been… backpacking in Europe or whatever, and you were just here, and I was working and…?”

“And helping you is where I wanted to be,” Raven reassured her, both hands cupping her face now. Her eyes were so big and dark, so full of life and love. Surely she hadn’t gotten that from Kate? Was that what she looked like, reflected in those big, beautiful eyes?

She whimpered gently. “Why? I wouldn’t have wanted to spend that summer with my mom while my friends were off having fun.”

“Kate…” Raven sighed, closing her eyes tight, and Kate would’ve pouted if she didn’t bump their foreheads together softly, nose brushing hers, breath washing over Kate’s face. “I care about you a lot. I’ve watched you struggle your fucking ass off since that deadbeat let us. You never let anyone help, you never let anyone see you when you were struggling – no one but me. I saw every time you stumbled. I watched every time you struggled, and I wanted to do something so fucking bad. I’m so happy to help you, now.”

When she opened her eyes, it was like Kate could breathe again. Why were her eyes so intoxicating? Was Raven crying? She shouldn’t cry. She was too wonderful and beautiful to cry. What was she supposed to do? She saw a girl crying earlier… on TV…? What stopped her…?

She pushed forward, closing the very short gap, smashing her lips to Raven’s. The girl was still cupping her cheeks, her face close, and she didn’t move. She didn’t respond, didn’t react… Kate pulled away softly. Thank goodness. She wasn’t crying anymore. But she looked… concerned, and…?

“Oh, god,” Kate gasped, pulling back and away. Oh fuck. “I-? S-sweetie, I- I’m so, so sorry, I’m- I’m drunk, oh god, please, I didn’t mean-?”

Raven grabbed Kate’s wrist softly, her voice was cracking, her face filled with a number of complex emotions that Kate couldn’t begin to parse. “Can we do it again? Please?”

“R-Raven, honey…?”

“Please, Kate.” She was practically panting, face flushed. “Please, just a little. I won’t… I won’t tell, please, I… I need…”

Her hands moved from Kate’s, gently grabbing her waist under her shirt, calloused fingers digging into the skin needily as she squirmed. Her body was reacting far stronger than it should’ve, muscles tensing, cheeks and chest flushing red, thighs sticky.

“Raven,” Kate whined softly. “Raven, we… you’re m-?”

“Your roommate, remember?” she tried, grinning. “Maybe it’ll make things complicated, but if you want this… w-we can. We can, if we want.”

Her head was spinning. “Do you?”

“I…” Her fingers started to leave Kate’s sides, and Kate instinctively moved her hands to clamp down on them, keeping her firmly on her hips. She looked up from her hands to Raven’s wide, wild eyes. They must’ve been mirroring her own. She knew that now. The way her pupils were blown out with need, jaw hanging open just slightly, hot breath mingling with Kate’s own.

It was stupid. It was an incredibly stupid thing. But, fuck… her day had been so horrible. The things the men said about her at the store, the customer and her boss… and no one else was kind to her like Raven. No one else took care of her. No one else got her wine and pizza and held her so close like she needed her to breathe.

Kate was so, so tired… tired of being strong, tired of being an adult, tired of being treated like dirt. Raven wanted to treat her like a princess. She could really, really use that.

“Okay,” she whispered. She could practically feel the veil of tension around them shatter as she did. Cracks forming in the air, and through them, not her daughter, but Raven, a woman closer to her age than she had any right to be, beautiful and strong and wanted her. “Okay, just… I’ve… never…?”

“With a girl, yeah,” Raven laughed, husky and breathless. “I’ll be gentle, Kate. Don’t worry.”

The statement alone made her go bright red, but Raven pushing her into a firm, steady kiss sent her up and over what she’d expected. Those warm hands ran up her sides, blunted nails brushing against sensitive skin, and when Raven reacted to a kiss she fucking reacted. She was grunting and moaning, lips hot and wet against Kate’s own, her tongue occasionally prodding questioningly until Kate’s lips parted to accept it and holy fuck she tasted so good, so hot, so forward.

She let her arms fall around Raven’s shoulders, pulling her in close as the dark-haired girl groaned, grabbing her tight around the waist and pulling Kate into her lap, chests pressed together through thin fabric. As she settled in, she felt Raven through her sweatpants and oh god, she hadn’t thought about that any more than something in passing before. She pushed her tongue weakly against Raven’s, and was rewarded with the feeling of a hot, warm twitching between her legs and she shivered hard, melting into her.

Raven just held her, close and safe, kissing her hard and exploring her sides with her hands, mapping out every little inch like she was some precious work of art. All the men she’d ever been with had made her feel wanted, but never cherished, not like this. Raven touched her like she was lucky to be with her, not out of obligation. She was a reward. Kate could feel herself panting and moaning into her daughter’s mouth, her hips bucking hard at the realization and use of the word. Deep in her brain, she chastised herself for being a pervert, but the second Raven’s hands moved to her chest, it all melted away.

She sounded like such a slut. Like that girl in the movie, as Raven massaged and pinched and rolled her nipples between her fingers, she mewled and whined and crumped against her chest, taking heaving, gasping breaths and grinding down hard. Raven’s mouth moved to Kate’s neck, kissing and biting softly, sharp enough that Kate knew she was leaving little marks all up and down the soft flesh.

“Raven,” she whined, tangling her fingers in her hair.

“How is it?” Raven growled in her ear, giving the lobe a little nibble.

“G-good, feels… really good…”

“Yeah… that’s a good girl…”

Kate cried out at that, clinging and whining and arching her back softly, blushing as she hid her face in Raven’s neck.

“Ohh? Listen to that. You like when I call you a good girl, baby?”

“Nnh…!! W-wait, that’s…”

“You work so hard, sweetheart…” Kate blinked in surprise, feeling Raven growling against her neck in a way that was almost a purr. Her fingers were on Kate’s back now, clawing little lines down it in a soft, tender way as she planted warm, loving little kisses up her jaw. “You’re so good for me. You’re wonderful, Kate. You’re such a good girl…”

“Nngh… aahh… y-yeah…” she blushed, hiding deeper and nipping at Raven’s neck softly, exploratory. “Th-thank you…”

“Go on and say it, baby.”

“I…!”

“If you do, I’ll give you more.” She accentuated her point by grabbing Kate’s hips, grinding her down against her, drawing a whimper from Kate as she realized she’d nearly soaked through her sweatpants.

“I… I-I, I don’t…?”

“Say you’re a good girl, Kate.”

She whined, closing her eyes tight. “I’m… a good… girl…”

Kate cried out and gasped as Raven grabbed her, throwing her up the bed and climbing over her, shucking her t-shirt off with one swift movement and tugging her pants down with the next, kissing wetly over her chest as she squirmed and groaned.

“God damn you’re so gorgeous,” Raven whispered as she ran her tongue over Kate’s nipple, her dark eyes darting up to meet Kate’s. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Th-that’s not true-!” she gasped, moving to push Raven’s head away but finding herself tangling her fingers in her hair, tugging her closer, more encouraging. “I… I’ve seen the girls you talk to, and… some of the ones you bring by…”

Raven laughed, a warm, rough sound that tickled Kate’s stomach. “None of those have anything on you. I promise. My good girl.”

She whined at that, legs kicking involuntarily before Raven grabbed one, thumb digging into the tender flesh of her thigh as she moaned, louder than before, rolling her head back. Raven hummed at that, moving both hands to her thighs, slowly massaging her thighs as she whimpered and cried out hard, thrashing.

“Nnhh! R-Raven, it’s…!”

“If it’s too much, tell me to stop.”

“I-it… hurts good…”

“Atta girl. You’re so responsive for me. Thank you, sweetheart.”

She was losing her mind. She felt like she was going insane. This… wasn’t right. Kate’s daughter moved down her chest to her stomach, giving moaning kisses and wanton licks as she grinned up at her, moving down and down. Raven, who Kate had given birth to, was licking and sucking and biting Kate’s thighs now, growling to herself, her own hips rocking further down, grinding needily against the bed. Oh god. She was about to-

“Ask for it,” Raven demanded, looking up at her. Her breath was hot against Kate’s dripping sex, so fucking close, so close she could nearly feel it, but… not touching. Not yet. Not unless Kate asked her daughter to eat her out. Jesus.

“I…? I-I’m…”

Raven’s lust-clouded eyes cleared just a bit and she pulled back. “Hey. It’s okay, Kate. If you’re not ready for this, I underst-”

“Please,” Kate whispered, grabbing a pillow and hiding behind it. “Please please please please please.”

Raven paused, then laughed hard, and while Kate couldn’t see from behind the pillow, she felt her tongue slowly lap along her slit before swearing and pushing into her. Kate cried out hard, legs wrapping around Raven and digging her heels into her back, giving her the leverage to fuck up against her daughter’s face as Raven hummed happily. One of her hands held Kate’s hips, the other moved up to slowly rub circles over her thumb as she growled and moaned against her mother’s cunt, lapping at her like she was the first drink in the desert.

No one had ever touched her like this. Men had fucked her, sure, used their fingers and their cocks, but it was always methodical, mechanical, in and out and done. She’d… she wasn’t proud, but she’d done some sex work to keep Raven in school. Sometimes she’d met men at their houses, sometimes they came over while Raven was away, but it always felt disgusting and obligatory. This was neither.

Despite the fact that Raven was her flesh and blood daughter, it felt better than anything she’d ever felt in her life. She felt more love and care with each long, moaning lick than with all the men she’d been with put together. Every circle of her clit – which was the first time someone other than Kate had touched it! – was pushing her toward her own pleasure, not Raven’s. She could cry- she was crying now, sobbing with need, hot tears spilling down her cheeks as she abandoned the pillow, no longer trying to hide. She wanted to hold Raven’s hair, push her down, feel her inside her, fuck, she NEEDED her so BADLY.

Raven looked up with the most love Kate had ever seen in anyone’s eyes, and she wished she could kiss her. She wished she could be kissing her at the same time Raven ate her needy cunt, but they both wanted to stay right here, right now, maybe forever. Something inside of Kate was crumbling, very, very slowly. That need to be the strong one, the caretaker, the one administering love and never receiving it, was slowly being replaced with something new, and a little scary.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum.” It was the one time Raven lifted off of her, and only for a second, Kate nodding hard and babbling out promises before Raven returned to her job, humming and working her expertly. It took a while, honestly. Kate wasn’t sure how long they were there, but time seemed to stretch and dilate as she rolled her hips, fucking Raven’s face, her pussy almost sore from the attention when the strain in her body started to reach a fever pitch, her core tightening.

“R-Raven, I’m close, I’m close…” she whispered. The dark-haired girl smiled, nodding, and slowly slipped a finger into Kate, working her in and out as Kate whimpered and squirmed, twisting the sheets in her hands hard. Raven’s finger brushed against a spot Kate had never touched in her life, and she started to see stars, gasping and bucking and sweating, and then Raven added a second finger and Kate screamed, fully and truly, not giving a damn if anyone in the other apartments heard, tightening around Raven’s fingers and clenching in waves that rippled through her entire body, darkening and brightening her vision in equal measure.

Finally she gasped, collapsing to the bed, chest heaving as she caught her breath. She was so out of it, so dizzy, that she hadn’t realized Raven had stepped away until she was back with a big glass of water. Her shirt was off now and Kate could see the long happy trail leading down into her pants, as well as how heavy her bare breasts were. Was that hormones? God they had done a number on her. Raven was the most gorgeous woman she’d ever seen.

Kate accepted the water, drinking it down eagerly and panting, the liquid cooling down her body as she hummed happily. As soon as Raven set it aside, Kate pulled her down toward her, locking her into a firm kiss as she moaned, Raven chuckling against her mouth.

They kissed for a while before Raven broke away, smiling and stretching.

“I ought to let you get to bed,” she sighed, scratching her neck. “You’re still probably pretty drunk.”

“What are you talking about?” Kate frowned, meeting Raven’s eyes.

“Huh?”

She put on a performative pout. “You’re just going to tease me and leave? After all that grinding?” She leaned forward toward Raven, putting on a sultry voice she hadn’t used since high school: “You’re not even going to fuck me, Raven?”

It earned her another throw onto the bed with a satisfied and surprised squeak, Raven grabbing her ankles and pulling her toward the edge of the bed. She grabbed the water, downing the rest of it as she dropped her pants and holy fucking shit. Kate had read about estrogen and she hormones made things shrink. Was Raven bigger than this before hormones?

“Look at you, slack-jawed and needy,” Raven grinned, looming over her. “What a little slut. You want this cock so bad, don’t you, pretty girl?”

The groan she let out was different from the one when Raven praised her for being a good girl. It was more guttural, more needy. “Please…? Your fingers and mouth felt so good, but I need…”

“You need to be filled,” Raven said, matter-of-factly, pulling Kate’s legs up to her chest and slowly grinding between her legs. God. When she slid between Kate’s thighs, it went halfway to her belly button and was so fucking thick. God. “Say it.”

“I need to be filled,” Kate said, quickly, obediently.

“That’s my girl. Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Really, really bad,” she whispered, biting her lip. “Fuck, I’m wet. You’re so big, Raven…”

The girl blushed dark red and laughed, rubbing her face. “I guess so. Maybe you’ve just been with a bunch of losers.”

Kate shook her head hard. “I’ve been with longer guys. You look… perfect.” She took a breath, forcing her eyes away from their legs up to Raven’s eyes. “Like you were built for me.”

Raven did not waste any more time bending her nearly in half, lining her cock up against Kate’s cunt, and slowly pushing in. Kate whined and gasped, clawing at the sheets and squirming until she found a comfortable spot. Her eyes rolled back, her hips bucked, and she could already feel herself cumming before Raven was fully buried in her.

“God you’re such a slut,” she growled. “Maybe you were built for me. The perfect little cocksleeve.” Kate had never heard her be so vulgar. She just let out a strangled, whining cry as Raven pushed in deeper, harder, slowly pulling out and slamming back in. She picked up speed as she went, slowly beginning to piston into Kate with a rhythmic grunting. “Say thank you.”

“Thank you!! Fuck, thank you, oh god, thank you!”

“You sound so pretty… Keep talking while I fuck you…”

Her tongue was out like an animal in rut and Kate could’ve passed out right then and there. Both ankles held in one hand by the much larger girl, towering over her and stretching her so good, her brain was starting to melt a little.

“Please, fuck me, oh god, Raven…” she whimpered, complying with her request. “Please, god, I need you so fucking bad, I want you to fuck me forever, nngh…! Mmfh, I’m all yours, forever, you can do whatever you want as much as you want, I don’t care, just never stop making me feel like this…”

“I won’t, I swear, I won’t, Kate,” Raven growled, biting down on her shoulder as Kate cried out. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you!! I want you so bad, Raven, I’ve wanted you so fucking bad, I need your cock, I need you to fuck me I… I n-need…” Something cracking. Breaking. “Fuck, oh god…” Broken. “Knock me up, Raven, please,” she begged, a primal need bubbling out. “Oh fuck please fill me up, please, get me pregnant I need you to get me pregnant so bad…”

“Holy fuck, that’s it, good girl…” Raven laughed, fucking her faster, harder, pushing gasping whines from Kate’s throat, so hard she could barely breathe. “I’m going to. I’m going to get you so fucking pregnant. You’re never ever gonna leave, are you, good girl?”

“P-please keep… calling me… that!”

“Good girl? You like that, precious? My good girl? My little princess?”

“Oh fuck, mommy, please knock me up!!”

There was a flicker of a moment of near complete silence, so utter and complete that you could hear a pin drop from a mile away. Both women’s eyes snapped open at the realization, wide as dinnerplates, sensing the intense thing looming over them, crashing into them, and destroying what was in favor of what now is.

Raven kissed Kate hard, tongue pushing into her mouth violently, hips slamming into her as Kate screamed and squeaked and clawed up Raven’s back, pinning the little thing over in half as she buried herself in her one last time, growling and crying out in Kate’s mouth as she came, filling her so completely that some spilled out, holding her down and keeping her still so that she didn’t slip out.

A minute passed, then a second, and then Kate started to cry. Silent, hot tears, then sniffles, then a soft sobbing and into a wailing as Raven pulled her close, stroking her hair gently.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, pushing a kiss into Kate’s forehead. “It’s okay. Breathe, little one. Momma’s got you. I’m never letting you go again.”