Sera the Dragon and the first date(3)

By spurged

It didn’t take long for you to realize that Edith’s game was merely an excuse to ask personal questions in between kissing you as part of a ‘penalty’. in retrospect, none of the rules actually made any damn sense and it honestly had to just be an excuse. Not that you particularly minded but if this got out of hand, you’d be in for an odd conversation with Sera in the morning. ‘Hey kiddo, here’s your new Mom,’


Green eyes poured over your face from a strawberry colored face as the large troll ran her fingers through your hair. A somewhat harried and needy look coming off of her, though with a touch of self satisfaction. She had more or less tricked you, though it had gone both ways.


Her lips had been soft and overly inviting, seeming to draw you in and admittedly you were having issues resisting. That and the teasing, semi-inappropriate touches that happened now and then during such lips locks; an accidental brushing of her ample chest against you, or how your hands couldn’t help but grip greedily at her hips any of the times she pressed close. Learning more about Edith wasn’t too bad either. She was one of the portal-immigrants and apparently wanted what most Mamono wanted, to have a large family and a husband to dote on; rather standard fair things. What wasn’t however was getting the rest of her family portal side and set up with an orchard and a bit of a small farmstead.


It was respectable, and even in your slightly enamored haze you couldn’t help but consider it. Your house would be barely bit enough to handle yourself, Sera, and possible wife but the lot of land your house was on was fairly reasonable. Five acres wasn’t too terribly much, but you had seen Mamono do more with far less. Plus it might be nice to have neighbors.


“Anon,” Edith started, eyeing you as her ears began to twitch. “W-would you mind if the game got more… personal?” You sighed, the slight giddiness of the moment dropping out as your realized where this really was going. Of course it would go ‘that’ way. She was a Mamono after all.


“Edith, w-we can’t.” You answered, feeling a little bad about it but you had to be firm. You weren’t a slut, you weren’t going to be easy even if you were lonely and Mamono were basically made for happy marriages. Even if you did want to just give in, you couldn’t. You had responsibilities. “It’s only been the one date and Sera cou-”


“N-no. I mean,” The large woman bit her bottom lip, seeming to think things over before pulling you closer on her lap; her heavy chest threatening to envelope you. “N-not that I wouldn’t mind but… q-questions that might be… unpleasant.”


“Oh.” You hadn’t expected that, though if her goal really was to learn more about you it wasn’t a bad way to go about it. Not to mention being kissed after being asked something you didn’t want to really get into would likely make it easier to do. Was she after something embarrassing? If anything you were the wrong person to ask, it wasn’t as if your mom wouldn’t be happy to even show her pictures as well as tell her everything.


“How do you know Jennifer?” you swallowed, stomach dropping out as you sighed heavily. You didn’t really want to talk about it, but then again, that was probably exactly why she did. Clever. She had likely heard about the incident in the parking lot and now wanted to know as much as she could. Or not.


“Let me…,” you sighed again, as you began to wonder if this exact line of questions was what she was originally after. “I’m going to need my drink,”




You had took a large swig of your wine, eyeing Edith from her spot on the couch. It had been a nearly solid ten minutes and you still hadn’t answered her question. You hadn’t even attempted to try to answer, instead you found yourself stalling for time as your face burned and you fought the feeling of impending doom in your gut.


“Anon?”


“Sorry I just…,” you trialed off, eyeing the drink in your hand before taking another large sip. “It’s not great. Gimme a minute.” You sighed loudly, thinking over the various different ways you could explain things or even how you could make sense of it without revealing what hurt the most about it. For a time, when the two of you were young and reasonably happy you had found yourself wondering if you’d maybe marry her one day. That you were in love. Would Edith let you just avoid all of that with simple straightforward answers? Or was she after deeper answers?


“Well,” you started, eyes locking to your drink. At best you figured a middle line would work best, or at least squash the possibility for follow up questions. Maybe. “We met in middle school, thought I liked her but it apparently wasn’t mutual. Then she began hanging out with the wrong kinds of people and… she probably doesnt even remember the last time we ran into each other. I’m still… kind of angry to be honest.” you looked up to catch Edith’s green eyes, only to frown as you realize your mistake. “I mean b-besides just recently at the school. Is that… is that why you’re asking?”


“Yes.” Edith admitted soberly, her eyes pulling away from yours as she folded her hands on her lap. A worried look coming to her face. “N-not that I’m the j-jealous type, practically all of us- the staff, have heard about you and Ms. Morren and…,” slowly the sober look melted away to be replaced with a almost predatory grin. “H-how about a follow up question?”


“Well, that’s a question.” you answered, only for Edith to frown at you as she stood suddenly, looming over you. Her large chest seeming the most imposing as she began to gently march towards you.


“Meanie.” She muttered, eyeing you with a terse look. “Do y-you… that is… bigger girls?” you choked mid sip, realizing exactly what she was asking despite the poor execution of it. Did you like bigger girls? You certainly weren’t opposed, and after sitting on her lap you did have to admit there was a very particular appeal to being gently manhandled and held…


“I uh… I can’t..,” you bit yourself hard, realizing that you had already made a significant mistake; your face burning hotly.


“You do.” her tone was overly pleased and yet somehow accusatory, as if your slightly burgeoning preference was something to convict you of. A grin split her face as large hands gently touched at your shoulders and you found yourself swallowing with worry. “Just admit it to me,” you shivered as her voice took on a husky tone, all you could manage was to look upward into her eyes.


“I…I do.” you answered, earning you the odd and perverse smile you usually only ever managed to see on a succubus as she pulled a man around by the arm.


“Prove it.” her voice came out velvety as she leaned down, eyeing you as her large ears twitched and you managed to just barely glimpse her tail swinging back and forth. “Kiss me, make me believe it.” The two of you stared at each other for a moment, locking eyes before both of you involuntarily glanced again at your bedroom door.


Slowly the two of you looked back to one another, both blushing darkly. The two of you had already agreed on going slow, but the longer this went on the clearer is was that the two of you were losing sight of that. Was it because of how things were going or was it merely an effect of what Edith was?


“K-kiss me.” Came her demand again, green eyes pouring into yours. Something in you felt as if it was tugged and you found yourself leaning forward, hands touching at her lowered shoulders as your lips began to lock with hers. Her lips seared against yours, this kiss far different from all the others from her game, this one made your blood feel hot as you felt yourself beginning to stir.


In an instant you found yourself tumbling back violently as you clattered to the floor, Edith crying out loudly while throwing herself to the floor nearby. The smell of smoke filling your nose and biting at your lungs as you tried to reorient yourself and figure out what was happening.


“D-don’t touch my Dad l-like that!” a small and shrill voice called out and before even properly putting your eyes on her, you knew Sera had apparently gotten out of bed. What you didn’t know, was what the hell was happening. Thick, inky smoke poured out of her mouth as she glared at Edith, who was now laying nearby you on the floor and looking as if she had just finished a shift in coal mine. The poor Troll-woman was covered in soot and nearly unrecognizable. Her clothes, her skin, everything wearing a cover of black ash that smelled terrible.


“What are you doing?!” you yelled from deep in your chest, sounding clear and more authoritative than usual; and immediately you regretted it.




It had taken nearly an hour to get Sera to calm down and stop crying. And even then, the awkward conversation with a lightly burned, soot covered Edith and you wasn’t too great. You certainly didn’t enjoy explaining that she was just kissing you, or that kissing was sometimes okay after a date. Or that you and Edith liked each other and that she hadn’t been doing anything inappropriate to you, the crux of which Sera’s argument was based on but she wouldn’t explain further; mentally you wondered if she though Edith was actually biting you. It wouldn’t have surprised you if she had thought that the gentle Troll had been trying to hurt you. She herself hadn’t had proper lips until just recently.


As soon as most of the situation had been resolved with apologies and admissions that it was okay, Sera had unceremoniously conked out. She was basically dead to the world and actually asleep, this time. Edith had cracked a window and after back and forth apologies and debates, one of you had convinced the other that washing off in your bathroom and staying the night would be okay; you still weren’t sure who had argued for what, but somehow your paranoid mind began to wonder if Edith and Sera weren’t somehow in cahoots.


The paranoid thought persisted until Edith had taken over your bathroom as she prepared to get washed off only for it to die as she handed her clothes to you from behind the bathroom door. Besides being completely covered and permiated with soot and the smell of smoke, her dress had large holes effectively cooked into it. One long skirt ruined, her woolen pull over shirt possibly ruined, and a rather large pair of flower print panties that looked lightly singed; you’d have to apologize and try your best to salvage what you could. Even worse, how was Edith supposed to leave your house? It wasn’t as if you had spare Troll sized clothes laying around. Regardless, you checked the tag and set your washing machine to handle the wool shirt and panties, as far as the skirt went though…


Maybe you could loan her a sheet to wrap up in? At least until she got home. Slowly you made your way back towards your room, arms full of more towels just in case. You didn’t have anything that would fit a Troll.


“A-anon,” Edith’s voice called out from your bathroom, drawing your attention to the door. Slowly you neared it, heart hammering away in you chest as you barely managed with the armful of towels.


“Yes?”


“C-could you come here for just a moment?” The question was innocent enough, but you couldn’t help your involuntary reaction or the slight panic that took you. Was she going to try and take you in the tub? It was practically the only Mamono appropriate thing in the house you had; if memory served they called them ‘lover’s tubs’. Easily big enough to handle her and just a bit more. She wouldn’t try anything though, would she?


“I uh… j-just a moment.” You stood there, outside the bathroom door as sweat began to bead on your forehead. Even if she wasn’t going to try something, was she really okay with the possibility that you might glimpse more than you should? The two of you had agreed to go slow, was an eyeful considered slow by Mamono or…


Slowly the door inched open as part of Edith’s face cleared it, her brilliant green eyes grabbing up your attention immediately. A nervous grin split her reddened face as she looked down at you from behind the door, her ears twitching.


“I… I need your help with something,” her voice was choppy, her tone all over the place as she eyed you. “Can you come in here and uh…,”


“Y-your naked.” you stammered out, the implicit threat of having your pelvis crushed clear and ever-present in your mind. Although, the idea of her massive hips and being able to touch and feel them whi-


“I’ll behave, now come here.” you shivered, part of your traitorous body stirring to action as you began to mechanically obey. You had no idea why you were doing it, just that something about Edith seemed to fully compel you to it.


As you neared the door, Edith turned and headed back further into the bathroom and your overly large tub; giving you a view of her large body and rear end. The place where her tail joined to the small of her back titillating you and pulling your eyes as if by magnetism. Quickly a strong leg was thrown into the tub, as was its twin, before she turned to reveal that she was mostly covered by a towel; not that any of that bothered you right now. Thick, pleasantly plump, and deliciously oversized. Even with what little you had been able to glimpse, you were more than happy with what you had gotten.


“Come on,” Edith implored, eyeing you from the tub as she moved to soak in the water. Slowly the towel she was holding to her front began to take on water. One of her large hands offered out to you. “I don’t bite.”


“It’s um… n-not very slow.”


“You’ll still be a virgin once we’re done.” a wicked grin played out on her face as she blushed darkly, hot water soaking up and around her ample form as she continued to hold the now fully wet towel against herself. Her large breasts straining against it.


“Please…?”


You knew you shouldn’t. But part of you wanted this, needed to know where and what all of this would turn into; and it wasn’t as if Edith could just leave now. The risk of it all weigh on you, the possibility that she wouldn’t ‘behave’ or be able to properly control herself, as you found yourself biting your bottom lip as a determined look came over you. Slowly you reached out, touching her hand. Were you going to regret this or would this be something you’d reminisce about in your old age?


“Close your eyes,” Edith instructed.


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