Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents

The Dragon & the Alicat


by Mistress Ikarias
February 17th, 2002

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Alison couldn't stand to stay in the room alone anymore and decided it was high time she paid a visit to her old friend dragon butt.  She stopped by the bar and grabbed a bottle of brandy, two glasses and made her way to Ikarias' room.  She knocked on the door and waited for it to be answered, hoping her old friend wasn't out chasing some wench.

Ikarias was just putting some wild flowers in a vase and wondering should she bring them to Alicat or just sneak in to her room and leave them to surprise her and cheer her up.  She opened the door just as the knocks sounded.  She looked down at her old friend and froze for a moment, holding the bouquet, "Uh for you?  They're snapdragons."

Alison tried to smile, but it just wasn't in her. "Came to see if you want to help me destroy this bottle." She held up the brandy and glasses and could barely meet her friend's eyes.

"I'll cover you ass against all comers, swords, bottles, you name it."  Ikarias put the vase down and pulled a second easy chair closer to the fire. "She's a good kid, she'll be back, 'cuz you're a good woman."

She opened the bottle and poured two healthy glasses, handing one to Ikarias.  Alison raised her glass, "To you, my friend, who knows me and loves me anyway."

"To you, my dearest friend, who saved me and inspires me." Ikarias raised her own glass. "Care to tell me how you met your love?  Give a clue to a dragon butt?"

Alison downed a goodly portion of her glass, feeling it burn on it's way down, then feeling the warmth spreading thru her.  "We began in another place as sister subs.  But there was just something about her, made me want to protect her, take her, possess her.  So I gathered all my courage and wooed the lass.  Left a letter from an admirer in her room and then another requesting she come meet her admirer.  Much to my surprise and delight she showed, and instead of fleeing when she saw who it was, she welcomed me.  She brought out the warrior in me, wussie though I may be."  Alison stared into the fire as she spoke and drained the rest of the glass.  Had been quite sometime since she and dragon butt had spent quality time together and Alison had missed it

"As I recall... 'sub' was merely a descriptive term.  You may not have known what you wanted but you weren't ever a wuss.  Muen was quite wrapped about YOUR little rosy um, finger.  And it was easy to see how good you were for her.  The big bad domme who held Parische by the short and curlies adored you.  You were quite a sight,"  Ikarias refilled both glasses.  "And I so wanted you to be on the menu," she chuckled.

Alison managed a small smile.  Ikarias always had the ability to get through whatever pain Alison was going through and make things seem not so bad.  When Muen passed on, Alison would have crumbled into a million pieces if it hadn't been for her. "I adored her too my friend and still to this day miss her.  And as for being on the menu, I knew you did, knew it even then...I saw the way you undressed me with your eyes."  Alison was more lady like with this glass...taking three drinks to drain it this time.

Ikarias looked her friend up and down and up again, she scratched her head, puzzled. "You were wearing gauze, purple wasn't it?  I didn't have to undress you with my eyes, you weren't wearing enough to do that.  And besides, you had a bunch of very sharp knives.  I didn't want to lose any fingers, I might need them."

"Surely you didn't think I would use them against you did you?  Muen would have had my hide.  Besides, I thought you were kinda cute even then."

"And I was bewitched by that Aryn daemon whelp.  I still can't believe she tried to kill me.  And I thought she enjoyed herself, but that was only when she was trying to scale me like a fish.  She had the sweetest smile, when she thought she was killing me.  You stopped her, my heroine, my Alicat with the claws that refreshes."

"I only did what Muen told me to do...protect and guard you.  She never trusted her."

"Muen was the greatest, always knew how to welcome a prodigal with a purse of coins.  Always wanted a leather vest just like hers." Ikarias poured them a refill.

Silent tears fell as a wave of missing Muen flowed thru her. "Yes...yes she was." Alison drained the glass.

"She was the first one to ask me how far my scales went," Ikarias recalled fondly.  "Then she always wanted to make me breathe fire.  And she did her damnedest too . I tell you, if I could I would have."

Alison had to smile, Muen was awful good at what she did. "She had many good things to say about your abilities as well my friend."

"She make me eat my brussel sprouts.  I hate those bastardized hybrid cabbage runts.  I still have a bowl of them once a year on my birthday just in her memory."

"Yes, she swore they cured everything.  She would be proud of you for still eating them even once a year.  Do you know she thought you would have made an excellent addition to the menu?"

"Oh dragon ass with brussel sprouts as a garnish?  Suppose that beats having an apple stuffed in my mouth, though I much prefer pears.  Pairs of everything, mmmm pair of lips, pair of tits, pair of buns."  Ikarias looked at Alicat. "You're getting fuzzy."

Alison moved closer to ole dragon butt. "Better?"

Ikarias leaned over a poked a perky nipple straining through Alison's silk shirt. "Yup, that's sharp.  Mush better, uh huh.  You're a peach, Alikins."

Alison couldn't help it, she kissed ole dragon butt hard and deep. "Mmmmm not bad for someone with scales."

Ikarias wholeheartedly returned the kiss, "And not half bad for a 'lil purple pershun who had lotsa pointy knives.  You have a great kisser."

Alison ran one hand slowly up the half-dragon's leg trailing her nails over Ikarias' knee. "Has been a long time my friend hasn't it?"

"I've missed you Alipaws, missed you a lot.  Knew you had to go you own way, I had mine.  Wanted so bad to find you again and here, you look so good.  Good enough to eat."

"Sometimes, my friend, fate is kind and those who have touched our hearts come round again to fill the hole their parting left.  I missed you too my dear friend.  Hungry are you?"

"Only if you too want a taste of the scales."  Ikarias brushed a pale green finger over the perfect lips before her. "What do you miss as a warrior?"

That small touch ignited fires deep in Alison and she couldn't hide a small shiver that ran thru her.  "The freedom of not having to make choices, of not having to be strong.  Sometimes miss just being taken and controlled.  Don't get me wrong, I love being a Warrior but some days..."

Ikarias stood, a tad unsteady but very willing to assist her dear friend.  She pulled Alicat to her feet by the tight vest, teasing between that and the silken blouse and the hard tips under that. "If that is what you want, I shall be more than happy to oblige."

Alison's heart pounded in her chest when ole dragon butt just pulled her to her feet, she had no choice but to rise. "Just what do you have in that mind of yours my old friend?"  Whatever it was, Alison thought she liked it.

"Just want to make your wish come true," Ikarias said softly, "and mine, to hold you again, and feel you rise and fall with me.  One more time, just as we were a long time ago." The half-dragon softly pressed her lips to Alison's.

Alison's arms went around her and pulled her tight, melting under her kiss. "Something to be said for old friends."

The half-dragon responded heartily, then slowed as she undid the laces of Alison's vest. "We're wearing too much clothing my friend, not that purple isn't my favorite color on you."

"Yes, WE are." Alison started to undo the buttons of Ikarias' shirt, wanting to feel her friend against her again, had been many moons since she had felt that particular feel, smooth and rough all at once and all of it wonderful.

They managed to get boots tossed to the four directions, pants and shirts et. al. scattered about and the bed creaked under them, Ikarias held the smaller woman atop her, loving the feel of the soft generous breasts on both types of skin.  "I missed seeing you like this," Ikarias grinned, then kissed Alison again.

Alison moaned softly as the kiss deepened. "Muen always said you had the wickedest mouth she knew. She was oh so right."

Ikarias raised her scaled thigh to part Alison's, "And she said you were the sweetest taste she ever knew."  She let her nails run lightly over the woman's back down to her perfect ass, rounded and full with the tight muscles of a swordswoman.

The feel of those scales against her sent a shudder through Alison and she did nothing to hide it.  Alison circled her palms over both nipples, loving the difference in the textures and the familiarity of the touches.  Alison leaned down and whispered into Ikarias' ear seductively, she felt a shudder go through old dragon butt.

Ikarias rolled to be atop Alison, she looked into the dark loving eyes and nodded. "Your wish is my command," she murmured.  She licked Alison's lower lip very slowly, watching her.  Then she took small nips along her jawline 'til she was under Alison's ear.  Down to the strong tendon, and the vein beating underneath, Ikarias bit and sucked on the pulse point.

"Ohhh merciful heavens you know what that does." Alison squirmed underneath her, feeling Ikarias' scales rubbing against her in the most delicious manner.

"MMMmmm, yup, was on my list of things to do to you if I ever got the chance,"  Ikarias whispered as she sucked on the earlobe just so.  She moved her body back and forth using the rough satiny feel to its greatest advantage to Alison.

Alison pressed up against Ikarias, lost in the feelings the half dragon was creating in her.  Those scales hit all sorts of wonderful spots.

Ikarias slid down a bit, flattened her scaled palm and ran it over Alison's right nipple while she tapped her tongue on the very end of the left ruddy pearl.  The woman was so responsive, so beautiful. Ikarias sent a prayer of thanks to whomever watched over half-dragons that she was with the woman she treasured.

Alison's hands roamed over that beautifully unique body as her moans became louder.  Most definitely something had to be said for old friends and lovers. "Muen would be so proud of you.  You have even gotten better than you were.  Ohhh sweet Gaia, what you do to me."  Alison arched up trying to get more contact, but Ikarias positioned herself just right so that she could not get it.

"Oh, this is just the start, my wild purple wonder," Ikarias dragged her fingers back and forth over and around the abundant breasts.  "I'm gonna make you wriggle like an eel in a frypan."  She pressed her scaled cheek to the firm stomach and slid it to and fro, occasionally blowing her breath over the flinty dark tips.

"Ohh you are huh?  In the words of our mutual friend, bring it on." ~ Thank you Muen for all those lessons on holding. ~

Ikarias nipped the toned flesh, brushed her green temple under one breast then lowered her left hand to the tops of the woman's thighs, dragging lightly down and up, zigzags over and back, then alternating with her smooth hand to vary the sensations.

"Ohhhh sweet prophetsssss," Alison could do nothing save moan and squirm, and she had the feeling old dragon butt was loving every moment of it.  The delicious different sensations she was creating in Alison were exquisite.

Down inside Alison's thighs, from the crease at her hip to under the sensitive back of her knee, Ikarias kept up the slow torment, seeing her friend wriggle and squirm was its own reward.  She varied the pressure, with and against the scales, inhaling the ripe intoxicating scent of Alison.

"Greaattt godsss." She simply held to the covers on the bed and squirmed trying to get away or closer she wasn't sure which...all she knew was she didn't want it to end.

Ikarias hadn't even touched Alison where she wanted, just completely sensitized the skin everywhere else.  Should she extend the torture?  Why not?  Fingers trailing over Alison's knees and hard about her feet, not to tickle but to energize, then slowly back up pressing her scaled breast on Alison's mons, pressing in, and watching the woman gasp and twitch.

Alison couldn't believe it, Ikarias hadn't actually touched any of those usual touching spots but Alison was in such a state from the teasing that she was almost beside herself.

The half dragon moved her dragon-scaled breast between Alison's nether lips, letting it drag over the younger woman's swollen clit. "Is this what you've been missing, my Alicat? A  little touch of the dragon for the puss?"

"Yes...yes godsss yes." Alison knew if old dragon butt hadn't of been on top of her she would have gone thru the roof.

"I was hoping you'd say that,"  Ikarias murmured before moving down and slipping three scaled fingers into the very ready woman.  She sucked and pulled on the taut clit, filling Alison with all the delicious sensations she craved.

Those scales tore thru any semblance of control Alison ever had and she bucked up against Ikarias' fingers, moaning loudly.

The half dragon stroked deep inside curling her fingers to reach that magic spot and making Alicat crazed with desire.  Slow long strokes, matched with her tongue flickering over the bursting nub, further without release, Alison wouldn't feel her legs for a month.

"You...you..you win, I give pleaaaaase."  Alison couldn't stand it anymore, Ikarias was driving her crazy and she was shaking from holding herself back.

"Come for us," Ikarias whispered before slipping her little scaled finger past the tight sphincter and into Alison, filling her and being surrounded by her.  Deep, hard, fast and she burst.

Alison exploded into a million pieces and each of them exploded and the sound of release that came from her was more a roar of release than it was words . It filled the room as she shook and trembled and held to her old friend as tears filled her eyes.

Ikarias let Alison find a thunderous release before easing from her and moving up to hold her close.  Catching her climax was as amazing as ever, but holding her dear friend after, that was what Ikarias loved best.  She let Alison recover, breathe, find the world again.

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The End - 'The Dragon & The Alicat' - by Mistress Ikarias

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