Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-26948680-20180829200111/@comment-30014014-20180905193128

Henry watches in sympathy, not deaf to the gentle puff of the fallen cabbage. His steps are muddled on the soil, stopping at her range. His hand sway over her forehead, up and down, up and down. Her sadness subdues by a slight amount, turning her bespectacled visage to his shoulder, followed by the emerald tide that he her hair.

"Don't worry about it. You'll get it one day. he speaks, his hand unending its streak of pats, resonating all the way to Ria's gleaming scales to the tip of the tail, reminescent of her mane. A pretty contrast to her caramel pigment adorned to by a black spot to the left side of her lips.

"You think so?" she turns to meet his eyes, full of hope.

"Your sister said she found hers in one. Why can't it happen here, right?"

"Right!" Ria bursts in energy once more, in the way only a wurm could. Henry loved hearing her voice. The accent she is gifted with, smooth and sweet. Enough to make any man hearing it melt down in relaxation.

"Now, let us try again! But first..." Henry walks over to the nearest cabbage, all under her sky blue irises. How gently he bends his knees to collect the small ball of vegetable, to then place it on a cart nearby. Her stare leaves her somewhat confused, all to?the end where she widens up, a light bulb clear as day "Ohh, right! Let me help you with that!"

The next minute from Henry's eyes is filled with naught but blurs and disappearing cabbages as the cart increasingly turns green from overstocking. A rather quick harvest considering the sheer amount of cabbages once used to fill the relatively large field in their hundreds. A little more than a boontiful harvest, one?would say.

?The time flows steadily, no grain of sand passing without notice?of Ria's constant disappointment. A harvest with no offspring. Yet no home to fill with child laughter. She waves her goodbye to her husband who is bound to make a trip off the seclusion?of their domain, surrounded by grass and trees. Palms and sand. A ravenous beauty complimented by the clear sunset and rise among the green.

The harvester's grain yield him good profit, the heart of his care precedented by quality. His pockets filled with coin, he makes a hiatus to a friend's house, more acclimated to civilization. His knock beats once and his tenure is welcomed by the recuring mantle of another wingless dragon "Henry! Good to see you this day! I was just thinking about my sister".

No way on his part, the darker schemed wurm drags him in the bowels of her domain, filled with the noise of toys and giggles. Her shape slither back to the living room, hands no longer grasping the guest's. Through the room to another. Seconds pass as Henry chooses himself a comfortable seat. The noise growl, not so louder than closer, until the walls themselves were no longer in their way.

Maria, another earth-bound dragon, a fond sister of Ria, holding her child at arms. A baby thoroughly of wurm kin, featuring her mother's blacker eyes, the swaying down-sized tail sliding up and down her mommy's elbow. The monster strength that already begins to blossom in her tiny hands, visible by the iron figure of a knight giving off cracks and signs of use. Metal so easily shattered by a child who just witnessed her first year in her life.

Henry can't help but smile at the sight of an obviously happy child, chimming around with the more-than-slightly used toy. Maria's face beams with dragonite pride, proud of having someone so close captivated by her little offspring.

"She's a beauty" chimes in Henry, still fixated on the bubbling baby.

"Yes! She already one year old. Already this strong, yes?" the mother continuously smiles, her child akin to a mighty gem crafted from fire and earth.

"I would incline to agree. Darling will be happy to know that".

The words spoken were ones free of worry and doubt, a commodity soon becoming scare luxury in light of the somber tone permeating the room like a pungent odor trapped between walls. Maria sets her child free to roam the room as she sees fit, the cherub quick to turn her attention to her toy. The mother takes a much more serious demeanor, claws merging at their center, gaze fixated at Henry, tense of body and mind. Shoulders strained, sitting rugged. His mind dives into itself, searching for the words he is used to speak since years before, awaiting only her ignition.

"So..." the earth-bound dragon starts, voice devoid of offspring cooing "...I've spoken to my sister, yes. Her 'harvest' has yielded no infant to care, yes? I have not spoken of my sentence's implication..."

"Good. Keep it that way". Henry burrows his back into the smooth texture of his rented sofa, barely relaxed as to before.

"But...have you no desire to bring infants to your care? I've not have let my sparkling gem in your and my sister's arms for no reason, yes? Darling speaks of how far my baby sister fawn over her. You've both all the qualities to foster a child in your care, yes?"

"I know, I know. Yes, I love children. They bring utmost joy into my life whenever they come around. Maria in particular has everything to make an outstanding mother, even with the monstrous strength she carries in her palms. But...now is not the time yet. She is yet naive as to the nature of where they come from".

Maria sighs, her emerald tide waking from the comfort of her chair. Her tail wags and slithers to the window, present to the beginning of dusk. Her mind is filled with the misdirection given throughout the years. From the storks who drifted among the sails of winds to the abandoned baskets harbouring an infant. One for each year.

Part of her understood such reasons to withhold the true nature of where children come from. The bond of older sister mired her instincts to guide her younger sibling from deception. Their kind, stronger in nature than the usual dragon, yet their physical prowess robs them of judgement at times. Judgement some predators are all too willing to exploit to lavish their base desires. Warning given to her sister's current suitor, he who sits at her chair, dine at her table. The most trustworthy of them all, as her own mate.

And yet, the tests long passed, he refuses to budge on his stance, his good-willed nature eroding them the chance of parenthood. Blind to the notion of education, his cautious mind binding his flesh and mental to inaction, he spurns the false directions, further implanted by her herself as to sell the tithe of truth.

A loop of reasonable doubt and distrust turned into a shameful hindering of what should come naturally. Her thoughts blurred out by the sound of Henry's footsteps wandering to the door, his time among her family spent. "I know what I'm doing. Trust me..."

His image flows from her eyes, dressed in a slight distress. Eyes quickly turned to her daughter, who by now had wandered back to her mother under the cloak of the somber tone she was bearing down "Mommy?"

Maria takes hold of her little gem, noticeably devoid of her toy. A long stare follows between mother and toddler, broken only by the little one's endearing smile. A gentle, unhindered smile broadcasted for all to see. A smile breathing a green flame within Maria's blackened irises. She turns back to the window, keeping her gaze to the drifting Henry growing blurry "I think it's long overdue for my sister to learn of the birds of the bees, yes? And I think I know exactly who can deliver her said 'education', hmm".

Dusk washes over day, as night blankets it under its gentle darkness, elevating the sky to the stars. Their wind whispers accompany Henry's ride back home, letting the star chart guide his way back to the ivory domain. He charts his steps to the kitchen, where he leaves his wallet, keys and such. Time is spent munching on the mushroom recipe long provided by Ria, tagged to his name as usual. A thoughtful soul, so to say.

Soon enough, tiredness finds its way to Henry's shoulder as a phantom, guiding his steps to the second floor. To his bed. His eyes grow weary from the daily grind, seeking rest. The blanket is adjusted, cool but warm, perfect temperature for the sleep-needed. Slowly, his eyes close, promising previews of the dream to come. A dream featuring...Ria? Her body, toppling his own...devoid of attire. Her face cuts the distance from his, flustered eyes shining in the moon light. A kiss to come...

But not tonight, for the ring tone of his phone reaps the dream away. The buzzing echoing throughout the domain. A groggy Henry reaches for the handle, drawing the noise maker to his ear. A male voice replaces the rings "Hey there! It's been a while..."

Henry recognizes the voice, a welcome tone despite the sleep "Hey Dudley. How's it been?"

"Fine, fine" the voice stops, seemingly formulating its thoughts on the other side. Silence breaks yet again "So, you've been around home today".

"Yea, I just wanted to pass by, but you weren't quite here".

"Yea, got caught up in traffic. Shame you didn't stick around, Maria made pie".

"Pie huh? Well, dang, had I known that..."

Dudley's voice chuckles a bit "Don't worry about it. I've saved a slice for old times' sake. Be quick though, wurms are known for their bottomless stomach. And with the young one already slithering around, well..."

Henry perks up a bit. If the wingless dragons were not as clever as their cousins on certain parts, their ease to domestic life makes more than enough to compensate. In this group of friends and family, this compensation draws its water from the well of culinary feats. One cultivates the dishes, the other crafts desserts. Both enthralling to any daring to eat them. Henry, being crossed with the furnace expert, enjoyed mixing spice and sugar from her sister's and Ria's dishes. Having a slice of pie to his name made the news to his mind.

"Thanks a lot, friend! I owe you one".

"Yea, you do now. As a matter of fact, there is something you can do right now for me" Dudley asks, his voice leading a prelude to something quite demanding.

"Well, sure. Anything for you". Henry forgot the embrace of sleep, his rump comfortably rounded over his side of the bed.

"Ok then. Now, I know it's going to be a lot to ask from you, but..."

"Go for it, don't worry".

"...Maria has spoken with me about...well, the nature of your visit".

"Ohh..." Henry's mind is quick to round up the measure of his debt. His voice breaks into uncertainty.

"So, I called Ria and spoke to her regarding the myriad of ways for one to incorporate an infant".

"Ohh...I think it's all too soon for us to---

"Nah man, you're way overdue to parenthood. Need I tell you how many times people told me they easily see Ria as a mother? A wurm, easily seen as a mother".

"Really?" Henry's voice contrasts the optimist of Dudley with his hesitance, a line clear as day, even in the dark.

"Of course! Hell, I can go ask them against tomorrow if you're so unsure, but that beside the point! What I'm telling you, is that Ria is coming as we speak. I want you to talk to her about it, truthfully. No more deviation, friend. Besides, I've already gave her hints, you know...just in case you try to fumble your way away". The delivery of the last words are spoken in a soft tease, reminiscent of a friend taunting another.

"You're joking..."

"Nope! Dead serious. I need you to do this. Not for me. Not for her older sister. But the two of you. You know you'd make fantastic parents to a powerhouse like that. I see it. Maria see it. Even our little devil does. She's gonna want a playmate soon. Alright? You do that...you get the pie".

"Wait, what--

"Ta-ta!!" Dudley hangs up before the sum of the conversation can carry on, cutting the room back in silence. Silence, left no time to absorb the spatial atmosphere as the door leading to the stomach of the domain. And the stairs. And the room. A bound of steps from slither, furious in their coming.

And yet, the yielding door gives way to a timid dragoness under the sparks of mimic magic. Magic giving way from the combat tail to a pair of armored legs, glistening like their user's diverting eyes.

"Honey-poo..." she mutters, the warmth breath of timidity steaming from her personnage. Her eyes shift with the same timidity of her voice as she step a foot in an unknown world. One so many have tried to exploit her hence before Henry had surmounted a proverbial gate casting the illusion of an open path. That he know...

...but now, the foundation had crumbled, smashed by the fellows of her kin. He faces a dragon of countless strength, ignorant of what was to unfold, her body conveying this sense of untaught naivety. Her hands brace in the middle, underneath the bountiful harvest in the shape of her chest.

"...they told me that...perhaps you would show me where babies come from..." her voice trails as optimistic, but cautiously tempered, most of it governed by her body's subtle machinations, knowing what is to happen.

Henry get up and casts his eyes at his wife. Every inch of his mind is screaming to cast away his nascent desire, so long repressed throughout the years, brimming not in a sudden burst, but gradually bottling up.

'She's not ready!' it yells in repeat, trying to chain his thoughts into yet more stalling.

"If this what you wish to learn?" delicately asks Henry, taking a step towards her, causing her to perk up, unable to understand why ask such a thing.

"Of course. Please, do show me! I truly wish to become a mommy!" she responds, her cheeks brushing wildly to make space for her broad smile, etched with a fang just slightly engrossed compared to the other.

Henry watches over her, creeping just a bit closer with the passing seconds. Her eyes glisten with jubilee, following the bright smile she conveys toward him. Waiting on his part, a child about to watch a parent show them a magic trick.

Henry is face-to-face with her. He moves not, but stands, looking over every detail. Unsure of how to begin. She was utterly alien to such acts. Her own instincts kept under leash by everything she consumed. Every ounce of liquid drank. Every gram of food digested, everything. Laced with concentrated amount of spirit energy, bought in masses by Henry. Hidden by his hand under the shed of their field. A somewhat boring place, Ria once said, the perfect spot to keep his stocks covered.

Their communal lives, separated. Bathrooms, one for each. Ria always being the first to shower as to avoid incident. Beds, cut in half, one for each at a room's length. Henry's permeated in a slightly colder atmosphere, enough to make any lizard kind uncomfortable. Her clothes, swollen in thick fabric, as to dampen any unwelcomed sensibility from her own body, a mask to hide her voluptuous shape to him, as well as to deprive the heightened touch from either touch.

Now, there is none to hinder any, save for her wool-filled attire, shirt and skirt. Henry's desire denies him the opportunity to back away. Though not as strongly as Ria' genuine smile, waiting with the unbound patience for his lead. And lead he does. One of his hands leans to her, slowly and deliberately slides from the side of her hip to her rump underneath her skirt.

Ria shuffles with inexperience, recoiling from the sudden, if gentle touch of her dear. It was obvious this sort of touch had never happened between the marital couple, much less so sensually.

Her reaction is instant "H-honey...?". Her breath shivers under her teeth as his second hand mimics the first one. A light squeeze from both is enough to make her jolt, causing her to cling to him from the neck with her arms, her breath becoming much more quick and short.

"Honey...what is..." her sundering cuts her words short, further amplified by the narrowing of their bodies' respective distance, making little of the wool present to dampened the contact. Henry's voice collides to her ears, at short distance "Shhh...it's alright".

"A-alright..." she concedes, not out of resignation. The slight fear of the unknown he's taken her burns away by his slow approach. Her arms constrict further, a wordless request to continue. Her body leans further, demanding more.

Another squeeze sends her jolting once more, punctured with heavy breaths in between. Henry savors the soft flower that is her skin, under the gap of her scales. He himself was finding himself wanting more, perhaps the dam of his yearn accumulated to a critical mass, only tempered by her slow experiencing.

Ria casts a tearing look at her holder, open maw. This was becoming much for the wurm, needing a relief for sensual flavor "Honey...I'm, I-I'm--

A kiss cuts her words short. A long, keep kiss, spurning her eyes wide, to then close down. This first kiss despite the years spent together would become the coolant in which she'll find relief. The warmest manifestation of love between the two. Her breathing slows as to indicate the effectiveness of the act itself. One neither will be able to live without.

Henry moves from her caramel lips, a soft pink flesh in the form of her tongue yet out, yielding most of her saliva for seconds before treading down the floor. Her breathing became regular, heavy enough to leave churning steams from beyond her throat.

"Are you alright?" he asks, daring not to remove his hands from her. His response comes from a pair of pouted lips and tearful eyes, often misguiding joy for pain. Hers had always been the former, approaching his ear "more..."

"More?"

"Please...more..." Her voice is pleading, almost begging. Quiet. The experience had affected him more than estimated, her permission pumping through his heart as a frantic pace "Alright".

HIs hands finally move away from her delicate figure, tracing from her rump, to her hips all the way to her scaly hands. They rise, he falls. To the bed. His legs open, leaving just enough space for another to sit. One of his hands falls over to the empty spot, tapping it a bit "Come. Sit".

She does so with no contest, eagerly awaiting his next action. She waits shortly, feeling his palms press gently on her belly, rubbing it in a caressing sensation. Her coo is unveiled, gifting her audacity with returned fervor "You like this, don't you?"

"Yes...I do much, honey..." The tears had stopped, controlled by his gentle nature. A reccuring nature in his personality. From the way he speaks, to the way he acts. Easily forgiven for the continuous misleads by the years, pulled to light by her sister's husband. Perhaps would she carry a grudge had he continued the delusions even by her inexperienced origin.

Her mind reels back to the present moment, initiated by Henry's hands gripping the outer edge of her wool shirt. Pulled upward in a autonomous manner, leaving her breasts exposed to the room temperature. Pleasure at the freed sensation of her body, mired only by confusion "Honey...I thought that...that--

"Don't worry, it's alright now" he whispers with his hands moving to the tip of her chest. Second by second, movement becomes regular, a massage. Ria's lips quiver with her voice, nodes going up and down, reacting to every touch of his fingers. Her voice, unwilling to be shut out, blatant to both. Her breath become cut and short yet again, exploring unknown territory. She can feel her mate enjoying every ounce of reaction sparked from her, the body she's gifted with, fondled and savored, slowly accelerating.

Her breath follows suit, heat amassing in a most unexpected area. With the increased touches, the heat enlarges, showering her pristine underwear with something she never imagined before. Her time to dwell on it is non-existant, voice taking over her mind. The heat burns brighter within her, threating to burst out. She knows not how to control it, distressed by the imminent anomaly about to happen.

And it happens. Her screams are all gathered into a powerful one. The heat between her legs has tipped over, not in a sudden explosion, but a controlled stream. HIs hands stop massaging at every twitch she bears down, continuing when it stalls. Her yell shakes the foundations of their domain, uncontrolled. Her first climax. The viscous liquid she felt pours down 'en masse' from her legs, with no true way for her to stop it.

She's scared, pulling a hand on Henry's wrist. He stops, looking over her figure. A portion of the bed where they sit is moist. He smiles as she turns, well aware of his realization of her 'accident'" I'm sorry honey! I'm so sorry! It wasn't meant to happen! Had I known that I'd need to go I would have...I'm sorry--

A kiss blots her words out, once again cooling her head down. She really is a delicate flower. Henry cradles her in his arms, soothing her down. Her panic dies under his re-assurances, once in a while muttering words of apologies.

"It's alright" he says, gently directly her attention to her point of worries.

"But I..." she was yet unable to explain what had happened.

"It's supposed to be like that. You reacting like that is natural. A bodily function".

"A function?" her eyes had since dried out, bubbling on Henry like a child discovering something.

"Quite so. This is what every woman experiences when they feel very good. You understand?"

"Y-yes" she mutters. A faint smile returns to her, cuddling her head against his shoulder, basking in the afterglow of her climax. Yet the heat still remains, causing her legs to continue in a state of moistness.

"Honey...?" her hand reaches for him, softly grabbing it by the wrist. Directing it to the source of heat with no explanations "It's still a bit hot here..."

Henry can feel his hand pressed down her intimate area. He moves his index, causing an immediate reel from her. Still so sensitive, perhaps more so than ever. He smiles as he puts his hands on her hips, to lift her over. Just enough to make himself standing. A quick sight at their spot reveals a greatly darkened spot on the sheets. Turning around, he gently pushes her to the bed. NOt sitting, but laying on her back.

Her instincts compel her to cover her breasts briefly, no more as an act of covering herself as her subtle consciousness whispering her the answer she awaited amidst the years. Her eyes are locked on Henry's hands reaching for his belt. How meticulously he unfastens the metallic lock on it, letting his pants dangle down his ankles.

Ria gasps, her instincts finally punching through the alienation that was her experience in the matter, which was to say, null. Surprised, a bit fearful, ultimately trustful of her companion way. She could see his intimate area standing straight as a line in the dark.

Henry hops on the bed, letting her time to see it from up close as he brings his hips to her own. He lowers his body close to her own, himself caught up in the excitement of the unthinkable he was about to commit: making his dear wife a woman, after all the years.

"I-is that?" she asks, hesitant.

"Yes. This is where babies come from. This and..." his hands go to pull her underwear away, resulting in yet another burst of surprise without resistance from the wurm "...that".

Her member is as exposed as his is. Her hands seek out an embrace, finding it behind his neck. Her breaths are more enamoured than ever, more so than her previous climax. She should be scared. SHe should be frightened, terrified. But, he had been so gentle with her, slowly guiding her to this moment, that her body had been fed all that she needed to know, to hunger for the main course. Her instincts wanted it, and so did she.

Her body trembles with anticipation, listening once more to his voice "The heat you feel right now?"

"Yes?"

"It means you're ready. To become a woman".

"To become a woman..."

"Yes. My woman. And down the road, a mother".

"Make me your woman, then. My heart already belongs to you, honey..."

Her eyes sparkle with eagerness, trusting beyond belief. Her smile is wide and bright. Every inch of her body sought his intimate touch. Hungry for it Henry not longer was afraid of hurting her. The sole reason for the measures. She is, after all, a monster. Her initial lack of judgment had blindfolded him to this fact. But now, she was ready...ready to be his thoroughly. Mind, heart and finally, body.

"Honey...I don't want to sleep separately anymore..." her last words as she makes a mental note to rid herself of the other one...