He flung himself into the house tearing off his clothes on the way to the shower.Susie sat at the kitchen table sipping a dry martini and smoking a ci...arette. She wore a blue sheath dress and opal earrings, heavy eye shadow, mascara, and lipstick.Brian, unzipping his pants, gave her a quick look and said, "Okay, you look all right. Maybe you'll get into the swing eventually, dressing like an executive's wife should."But Susie was seeing herself as a wood nymph with one breast exposed, flitting. I thought that he was the Dragon that the Guardian had introduced me to, and who had been here to create Ken’s Familiar. I wasn’t afraid to look him in the eyes now, and he noticed this with a shocked expression. The other old man then spoke to the first one.“Remember, that a Female must be pregnant or have young to cast the Nesting spell,” he reminded him to an even more shocked look from him.“You have eggs?” he asked in a quieter voice.“Eggs? No, but I have been told that I am pregnant with. She was just jealous that her brother wanted to see my tits and not hers. She only had a pair of round breasts. Smaller than mine. It was a wonder that Mr. Rainier paid any attention to her at all.“Okay,” I purred, my pussy molten heat. “Final question. Where was Napoleon exiled?”“That’s such a fucking easy one,” muttered my daughter.“Saint Helena!” shouted Paul as Rich cried out, “The island of Saint Helena!”“Saint Helena!” burst from Lance.“He was exiled to Saint Helena!” groaned my son, his. Humanity bowed down (except for a few cities) and gladly agreed to serve beings that were clearly gods in physical form. Most of the dragons quickly claimed their own territories, and were worshipped by all who lived in them.You are one of these dragons, a large majestic being with scales of stone who will live for thousands of years. You aren't actually a god, although you might as well be. The only thing that can kill a dragon is another dragon. You came from the Old continent, escaping a.