Fantastical Escort

Lexie didn't want to stare daggers at every couple she saw, but she couldn't help it. It wasn't their fault she detested their happiness, just as much as it wasn't their fault the sky was blue. Nor was it their fault that she moved a week early across country to live with her long-distance boyfriend. Or that she had walked in on him fucking the friend he had told her not to worry about. But those had happened so the couples could deal with death glares from a stranger.

The worst part is she had a breakup plan for situations like this. With her friends back home, but it didn't work thousands of miles away. The group of them had come up with it. Call an emergency meeting. Grab shit food, alcohol and cry it out. Her personal preference was nachos and margaritas. But they were back home and she was stuck here with no place to stay, plan, or savings.

Hell, she barely knew anything at all about this city. Every time she had visited, they had gone to the spots and bars that asshole liked. No comfort places for her. Honestly the best plan she had was to get wasted and figure out a trip home. Any bar could do that. Fuck, the shittier the better. Shitty bars didn't have happy people she needed to glare at.

She had to dig her phone out her bag seeing as she had decided to wear a sexy short black skirt to surprise him. Which of course had no pockets. It was twelve, meaning somewhere would be serving. And plenty of time to get wasted too. She searched bars and flicked past all those with good ratings. Then past the ones with ok ratings. Dives flashed across her screen and one caught her eye. No reviews or comments, a complete enigma. Perfect.

It was close too. Which worked seeing as she was carrying her stuffed backpack. It was meant to get her through the week until the rest of her stuff arrived. Not exactly a light travel. She started walking, still staring daggers but happy she had a goal. Unfamiliar streets flew by as did. Sights and smells she didn't know. This city really was a whole new world, yet that didn't scare her. She was a survivor and she would survive this shit show. After a night of getting wasted of course.

She found the bar down a side street that reeked of piss and garbage. There was bags of trash so she could assume there was piss too. But she carried on. She wanted shit hole and this matched that dream. The door to the bar was wood, rough and unpainted. Its name on a wooden plague, faded with age to the point of being unreadable. A good reason why no one had ever reviewed this place, they couldn't find it.

She tried the door and it opened so she headed in. The inside certainly didn't match the outside. It was like a tavern you saw in fantasy shows. A long rough table down the center, booths on the walls, and a roaring fire in the middle of summer. But it made the room cozy and relaxing. Not her typical haunt, but it would do.

She wasn't surprised the place was empty this early, but even no staff was insight. That was her only concern. If she could get drunk. But as if summoned by her, a tall man came through the door behind the bar. Dressed in all black, long blue hair in a man bun, and tattooed painted arms. She was never one to be ashamed for her thoughts. And the thoughts she got when she saw him were pure sin. Apparently, her sex drive was still kicking.

He looked over at her with a disinterested look, as if she had ruined his day.

"A first timer and early, fun." He said in a bored voice. But he tapped the bar with a long black nail. "Come on then. Let's get you sorted."

"You're open then? It's dead in here." She responded as she walked over, taking a seat on a wooden stool that looked moments from collapsing.

"Most people like to drink later in the day unless their lives are shit. And please don't mistake me as a guy who wants to hear your sob stories."

"Well lucky for you I just want to get shit faced and not talk."

"First." He stated pulling out a big dry leather-bound book with an ornate pen. "Name and race? Don't need to be killing you."

"Race?! What the fuck? Don't tell me I walked into some white supremist bar because fuck that!"

She saw his eyes grow a fraction wider, something terrifying in his look. Then she heard the sound of door's locks echoing around the bar. Her body was frozen sitting still, only her eyes able to move. To look at him. He abandoned the book and casually leaned down on the bar to look right in her eyes.

"Human." It was said in such a dismissive tone it made her angry. But everything was making her mad today.

"Look into my eyes."

She didn't have a choice. They were a pretty shade of blue, like clear ice. But there was something more, something wrong. Then it was like information flashed into her mind. This was a dragon. A for real fucking dragon.

He must have seen it dawn on her as he gave her a razor tooth smile.

"All the monsters you humans tell stories about are real. And many different types are patrons here. Sometimes the universe laughs at us and let's a human wander in. But I will not have you screaming and making a scene at my bar. So can you handle this knowledge or do I need to throw you out?"

That was a lot to take in. Luckily, she knew her answer.

"Will your drinks fuck me up like human ones?"

"More so." He replied the smile growing warm. And then she could move again, as if nothing had happened. She stretched her arms, top rising to show a flat stomach. Whatever that was, it had her feeling a touch off. But she was recovering quickly.

"Then I don't care. My only plans are to drink until I pass out." She said. "Can you do that?"

"Yea I can." He grabbed a cup and set to work with various bottles. The drink went from clear to yellow to a rich blue. Happy with it he popped in a straw and slid it over to her.

"House special. The first one is free for first timers."

She took a sip and the first thing she got was a taste of sour candy, like a bolt of electricity. But then it became sweet and delicious.

"I know what I'm drinking today." She exclaimed before taking a big sip.

The bartender nodded and turned to walk away but stopped mid stride. He looked back over his shoulder at her.

"Oh, word of advice. Keep the fact you're human quiet when the others come in."

"Why? They going to get all scary like you did?"

"Opposite. It's believed sleeping with a human make you more fertile, better in bed. So, unless you want to get hit on all night, I'll keep it quiet."

She took another long sip. "Honestly, being fucked into oblivion. Monsters or not, sounds like the perfect escape right now."

"Why not do it for pay then?" The bartender fully turned around and leaned down in front of her, eye level again.

"Excuse me?" This guy was clearly an ass but this was low even for an ass.

"Right humans and their prudish nature. In our world that kind of works no different than any other. You go to a chef to get a nice meal, an escort when you want something sexual. Been considering hiring one to work out of here for a while. You're pretty enough I suppose."

"Ass." But Lexie leaned in, fascinated by this news. She had always thought sex work should be legal. To find a place it was fascinating.

"Why offer that job to me?"

He shrugged. "Haven't offered you anything yet. But it brings in money and patrons especially with you being human. That's rare. Plus, I have a good reputation for staff care so I can guarantee safety."

"And what would this work be like?" She was more than curious. She needed a job to get money to go back home. And here was one offering itself to her. One where she could work out all these emotions her ex had caused.

"I take in contracts and show the worker. They can pick which ones they want to do. I take a small fee. There is also a flat upstairs from before I built my house as an extension. They can have that free and use it for work. Hours flexible and nothing they don't want to do. Tempted by that?"

He had caught on she was fishing, not that she was hiding that. He was smiling again but an actual nice smile. Not a dragon tooth grin.

"Not a bad job offer. I may have to take you up on it."

"Sure, you got the mentality for it? Will be tough at first, I bet."

"Being paid for sex? The world fucks me enough, be nice to be paid for it."

"Tell you what, I'll fish out a good trial patron for tonight night. You give it a shot and if still up for it we can hash out details tomorrow."

"How about tonight after I pass your test?"

"Trust me, it will be tomorrow."

She bit her lip at the implication. "You've already sold me on the job."

He let out a laugh and held out a hand. "My dragon name is a mouthful so I'll go by Aaron with you."

She took It, feeling the cold skin before giving it a shake. "Lexie."

He gave her a nod. "Pleasure to work together. And excited to see how this goes."

It took about an hour for patrons to start rolling in. With each new face it became clear that he wasn't lying about the clientele. An orc twice her height, fairies with shimmering wings, elves, and numerous ones she didn't know. A minotaur gave her a nod as she squeezed in next to her. Even the extra staff that came in were nowhere near human.

Each time she saw someone new enter she would look over to Aaron. But he never seemed to notice or would look at her with a shake of the head. She slipped off her jacket after a bit, a see-through white top and black lacy bra underneath. It had been meant for ex but was perfect for this. She even went to the bathroom, touching her makeup to give her seductive eyes and crimson lips. Her brown hair still holding it's tease from early. Whenever he gave the go, she was ready.

He made sure she paced herself with drinks too and even brought her some amazing brisket fries. Perhaps showing off how he would take care of her? She wasn't complaining about free food and stopped paying attention to the patrons to eat. And of course, that was when he appeared dangling a key with dragon head key chain in front of her face.

"Show time. Older guy in the corner booth. You scream daddy issues so he should be perfect."

She snatched the key, flicking him off. "Fuck you." She said though her voice was not serious in the slightest. "Just be ready to keep your word with that job offer. And watch my backpack."

She worked her way through the crowd before he could respond. It was rather busy now and she had to dodge a werewolf as he flung his arms telling a dramatic story. She could see eyes on her and she wondered if they knew she was human or if they just were interested. She chose to believe the latter. She needed the confidence to be ready for this.

She expected the man to look like a middle-aged dad but he was much more of a daddy. Tall, upright posture. Styled salt and pepper hair and stubble. And deep purple eyes that watched her every move as she closed in. A predators eyes. She thanked Aaron silently for picking a hot one, braced herself, and headed in.

"Hey there." She said with her brightest smile and most seductive tone. "Aaron said you and I should have a chat."

He didn't speak at first, just examined her with a cold unreadable face. But then he gave her a devastating grin, full of charm.

"That whelp always did have a taste for beautiful women despite never craving them. Please join me for a moment before nature seizes our words and minds."

"Smooth." She replied her smile now genuine as she sat across from him. "Do you charm all the girls you hire?"

"I suppose I do, Seeing as you are the first. Tell me, did you dress so perfectly before you got this job or after?

"Before. Why does it bother you that I did?" He didn't need to hear about her ex and she didn't want to mention that asshole.

"Not at all. I just feel bad for all those who could admire but not touch. I have no doubt you drove them mad."

"Perhaps I like doing that. Do you object to that?"

"It makes me want you more. But tell me. one last question. Do you know what I am?"

He had appeared so human she had nearly forgotten that this was a bar for monsters. She looked him over closer. No wings, or weird limbs. Ears normal, and horns not in sight. So, what was he?

"No idea." She admitted completely at a loss.

"A dragon." He answered. "One much older and more powerful then the barkeep. Do you know what that means in terms of our relations?"

"Hopefully good things."

His laugh was a deep rumble, like thunder far away.

"It means I will be possessive and controlling. I will take what I want but also treat you like a treasure. It will be rough but I will not hurt you outside our fun. Does that sound satisfying to you?"

"She leaned in on the table. "More than satisfactory."

He got that devastating grin again. "Perfect."

She reached across the table, taking his hand. She ran her thumb across the back of his hand, not breaking eye contact. Then she kicked off a heel running her foot up his leg. She could feel the rumble he made.

"Well can we please stop talking and go have some fun then?" She dangled the key in her free hand.

The apartment above the bar was rather nice, if undecorated. Or the parts she saw at least. She was rather quick in finding the bedroom. The room was crowned with a gorgeous four post canopy bed with a royal purple duvet. For now, this was the only room she would need and seeing the dragon's bulge in his pants he seemed in agreement.

"What do you I call you?" She asked, realizing she didn't have his name. He smiled in response.

"What would you like too?"

She thought it over then came to her answer. "I thought you were a daddy when I first saw you. Does that work?"

His smile grew a touch wider. "Perfect. Now baby girl, strip for your daddy." He said it in a voice as deep as his laugh. "Let me see my treasure."

She blushed at his words. Feeling bashful wasn't normal for her but yet here she was blushing. Was it the age gap or the confidence? She wasn't sure or looking for the answers. No, her hands went to the hem of her blouse and followed orders. Her lingerie and skirt joined it on the floor. And she stood bare in front of the dragon.

He took all of her in with those purple eyes. Was he wondering about the stories behind her few tattoos? The scar on her hip? Or was it all lust, desire that was making him admire his 'treasure'. She truly hoped it was the last one. Questions about her meant he wanted something more than sex. And she wasn't offering that. Nor did she want it.

"Stunning." That was all he said at first as their eyes met again. "Now it's my turn."

He was slow with his work. Sleeves rolled down, before he undid buttons. But when the shirt came off, she had to catch her breath. No tattoos which she preferred but the sheer muscles made up for that. The man was ripped. And when his pants joined his shirt, she couldn't help but feel intimidated by the monster waiting there. Could she take that? Perhaps not but she wasn't running now.

But then his body began to shift. It was like looking at a blurry picture. Nails turned to dark claws, growing in length. Four curved horns sprouted from his head. But most impressively large dark purple wings sprung open from his back. They spread to their full glory before closing in a resting position.

"What do you think baby girl? Scared of me yet?" He asking his voice not only deep but having an edge that felt primal, feral.

She met his eyes again, the whites had become black and the purple twice as vibrant.

"I hope you fuck as good as you show off, Daddy."

He laughed. "I fuck much better Now on your knees."

She tried to lie to herself and say it was magic that made her drop so fast. But she knew it was eagerness. She would do anything this man asked. To be fucked by a dragon. Book girlies would kill her for this chance. And she wasn't wasting it.

"Crawl to me." He ordered.

"Yes, Daddy."

And she did. She crawled like a dog for him. No shame or embarrassment. She was his toy and she knew better then to act out. She got in front of him and kneeled looking up, his member stealing her gaze. Sharp claws pressed into her skin, lifting her chin up.

"My, my you truly are more beautiful when on your knees. Tell me, do you wish to taste it?"

She nodded. "Eagerly, Daddy."

"Say it baby girl. Say you want to suck it."

"I want to suck it, Daddy." She said caving quick. She have never been into kink dynamics but this fucking man made her want to learn quick.

"Good girl. Enjoy yourself then." He replied letting go of her chin.

She didn't need to be told again. She lifted herself as much as she could to reach his dick. Her eager hand barely wrapped around it but that didn't stop her. She took the tip to her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She wasn't some virgin and wasn't going to pretend to be one. She knew how to make men crumble and she doubted dragons were so different.

"Take it all or I will make you baby girl." His deep voice brought her back.

So, she did that or tried at the very least. One last breath through her mouth. Then inch after inch of his massive cock taken. But it was too much, she had never gone down on a cock this big. It hit the back of her throat when she was about three quarters of the way. So, she changed tactics, give him something just as good.

She licked and sucked, bobbing on his cock like a professional porn star. She even added some noises, knowing men loved when a girl seemed to be enjoying their cock. Not that she wasn't enjoying his monster. She was drooling like a maniac as she went up and down, tasting every inch. He took care of himself, his cock having no unpleasant tastes. Even the few drops of pre cum she lured out him weren't bad. Not crave worthy but she would eagerly swallow. But all her show didn't seem to be enough.

Claws scraped against her scalp as he dug his fingers into her hair. She looked up at him, cock still buried deep in her mouth.

"I said take it all. Let me show you how."

There was no warning and he forced her head onto his cock. She went passed her limit and further still. Until her nose pressed against his body, every inch of him inside her. Even then he didn't seem satisfied. He kept his grasp tight and started to rock his hips. Her eyes watered and tongue stilled as the man begun to face fuck her. It was a first for her and she knew right then it wouldn't be the last.

Breathing was a struggle at first, her vision growing dark spots. But she managed to focus on breathing through her nose as he rode her face. That sorted she went all in on pleasing him. The noises returned and she tried to lick as he went. It all seemed to make him go harder, faster. She could feel him hitting against something and she worried it would be bruise if possible. But that was a tomorrow issue. Right, she was becoming a slobbering mess on his cock.

He let out a growl, deep that echoed into her. Without warning once more, he yanked her off, She took the chance to get some deep breaths. But she wasn't impaled on cock again. Strong hands scoped her off the floor and she couldn't help but wrap her legs around him. Soft skin brushing against his leathery wings. She started the kiss, a desperate horny mess of a kiss. But he matched her energy, melting into her.

"I need more." He managed to say in the short gaps.

"Take it then, Daddy" She responded with a grin.

He must have listened as they were moving. Suddenly, her back was on the soft duvet, his weight pinning her down. She felt powerless, completely at his mercy. His devastating grin didn't reach those lust filled eyes. This was what it meant to fuck a dragon. You had no control, had to hope that there wasn't a monster of legend behind that cock. But that fear wasn't stopping her, it only edge her on.

"Fuck me Daddy." She whimpered, wiggling against the bed. Her pussy was aching for him, jealous of her mouth. She wanted to feel what he was like inside her, to ride the dragon.

"I wouldn't be a good daddy if it didn't make sure you were ready baby girl." He responded.

He lowered himself, lower and lower. Until his mouth was inches away from her burning sex. His eyes met her and he smiled again. "Let me show you what us dragons are best at."

His tongue was like a lizards, long and forked. She hadn't even thought of that when he shifted to his into this form. And she wasn't thinking too hard about it after it started to slid in her. His tongue was a women's dream. Firm and strong but with so much control. In seconds he was deeper in her then she thought possible. His tongue flicking against sensitive spot after sensitive spot.

Her hands grasped at the duvet as pleasure surged, finding no purchase. So, she tried a new target, her hands shooting up and taking his horns. The rumble he made at her choice echoed into her and she couldn't help but moan. A hand move up her body, claws against her skin as he kept devouring her. The hand reached her breast and took her nipple between two sharps claws. He was gentle as he could be but their was still pain. Lovely burning pain.

But the she yelped. It was like a shock had fired into her nipple. It hurt but in a good way. It was the confusion that got her. Her eyes opened and nearly closed again at seeing him going down on her so eagerly. His wings spread to show all their magnificence. She tried to focus on his hand, those claws not helping her focus either. Then she saw it. They were glowing blue and right after they did another shock. He was using electricity.

The concept was amazing. That he made magic electricity and was using it for sex. How would she ever go back to fucking humans after this? With the third shock she threw he head back, closed her eyes, and decided to savor this. Each shock was a bolt of pain and pleasure surging from her nipples deep into her. He rotated between her two breasts making sure each was rewarded or punished, take your pick.

Fingers joined his tongue at the entrance of her pussy and pressed in, lucky with the claws retracted. It seemed it was their turn. That amazing tongue retreated still feeling incredible as it did. The fingers went deep, more filling then the tongue. He started to move them, stimulating her with ease. She was getting close and he hadn't even fucked her yet. She now knew why Aaron had said it would be tomorrow. This man was going to take his time and savor her.

His mouth pressed against her sensitive clit and started to lick and suck. She was getting closer, her grasp tightening on his horns. And then there was a shock against her clit. And as he did it he growled, a deep earth-shattering noise that vibrated into her clit. It was like thunder and lightning and she went over the edge with a gasp.

She could count the number of men she had who went down on her on both hands, the amount that made cum with one. Those orgasms were weak, those men wanting to get it done to focus on their own pleasure. This was an explosion. There was no better way to describe it. It was like an explosion of pleasure that's shock waves echoed through her. She pulled his head in more than. Not by choice but by her muscles locking. All her limbs locked and for a few moments she forget to breath.

After some time, her grasp softened enough for him to pull back. To shift his weight, not that she was there enough to notice. That was until she felt something big press at her pussy. Something big and very eager. She managed to open her eyes enough to see him towering over her. Sharp teeth on show, wings flared to balance him.

"Now your ready so take it." Was all he said before he plunged his cock into her soaked pussy.

She now knew why he made sure she was ready. Even with her being soaking wet his cock stretched and pushed her pussy to it's limit. There was no spot that wasn't filled by him as it went deeper and deeper. She thought he was done when he her limited but more kept filling her. She found a new limit then one after that. A small touch of pain but the fucking pleasure silenced it. It was like each inch was its own mini orgasm in her. And finally, she took him all.

She could feel him shift, his cock moving inside her. Hot breath was at her ear. "Ready baby girl?" His whisper was sinful with how deep that primal that voice was.

"Fuck me please, Daddy." She answered. He seemed happy to respond.

He was slow with his rhythm at first, slow long strokes. It was enough to get fingers digging into the bed, her toes too. She could cum from this but she could tell he was just starting. He wasn't a man but a dragon. The apex of apex predators. His body was muscle ready to move and never go slow. And it wasn't long before those instincts kicked in.

The first fast stroke made her lose the air in her lungs. The next ones made her gasp and throw her head back. But then as he truly got going, she let herself go. There was no pretending as she made all sorts of degrading noises. No, not degrading. She was riding a fucking dragon, she wouldn't be ashamed that he made her scream and moan. Whimper and beg. This was the best sex of her life and she would be proud of that.

He waited until he could feel her shake and cum on his cock to move his body. The flood gates had been opened, she couldn't help but cum as this man ruined her. He shifted up, moving her legs. She felt them get placed on his shoulders and when he plunged in, she felt the difference. He went deep, almost too deep. Could he hit her cervix? He seemed determined to try as he didn't lose a second of rough fucking her pussy.

She could feel how he was moving his hips with each thrust. The control this man had on his body was incredible. He rolled them the right way to keep a steady rhythm, to never slow down. This was experience over eagerness. She would never judge girls with older men again. They young guys she had dated could never fuck her like this. Make her cum with a scream like he did.

He was still going as her third orgasm hit. She was so out of her element she couldn't tell if he was about to cum. He was primal with how he fucking her but yet he had the discipline to not blow too early, to keep going. She could wonder if he was not into it but his growls and rumbles told her otherwise. This man was controlling it, waiting until it felt right to give her a taste of a dragon's orgasm.

"Not the right position." He said out of the blow In a husky lust filled voice.

"Find it." She said louder then she meant to but she couldn't give a fuck. "Cum in my daddy. I want you to fill me.

He must have listened as she was up in the air, the face down on the bed. Somehow his cock never left her pussy, the most magical thing yet. He adjusted and let out a deep growl.

"Yes, this is it, this is how you're meant to be fucked. Like a dog in heat. That perfect ass on show for me."

She buried her head, her face turning read at the words. It didn't make her less horny though. In fact, it did the opposite. And she moaned and drooled into the bed and he continued his relentless insult.

"I am the master of storms baby girl." His voice was more growl then words, but yet she heard the words. They were like the boom of thunder. He was getting more into this if possible and she was hear for it. His dirty talk was matching his fucking abilities.

"I control thunder and electricity. Meaning I can do thing like this."

Everything froze then. Time itself even froze. His cock was perfect, incredible. But yet their was a level beyond that. As it started to vibrate. Like an actual vibrating dildo. His cock was vibrating while buried inside her. It was like her soul left her body, the bed unable to silence her screams. This man was a living breathing sex toy. And this man had given her an orgasm that had broken her, never to be the same to again.

She was lost in the bliss. Could barely feel him continuing to ruin her for any human man again. How could she go back after this? Then she felt it. The warmth of his seed plunging deep inside her as he came with a roar that shook the very room. It felt like she had fucked the very force of electricity itself. She had been filled with the storm. There was so much cum she could feel it dripping out, making a mess. But she didn't give a fuck.

He finished with a growl. His cock slid out of her easily with how soaked and cum filled her was. As soon as he was out, she collapsed. Her brain unable to think, her body frozen. She could fill the bed shift with weight, the hot breath on her ear.

"Rest baby girl. I promise you that you passed this test with flying colors." He said in that deep primal voice. And she followed it like an order.

She awoke the next day, tucked in the bed. A thin nightie had been put on her and the bed was somehow clean of all mess. And the dragon was gone. No note or good morning kiss. He was gone. But she wasn't sad about that. She had the best fucking sex and their was no sign of attachment. It felt like she was truly alive. That she could enjoy herself without worries or fears. It was freedom.

Her backpack was in the main room and she made herself ready in some jeans and a tee shirt. The bar was empty downstairs expect a smirking barkeep. He looked at her as he cleaned a glass.

"Told you tomorrow morning." That was all he said.

"Fuck you and let's go over how to make this job long term."