Gravel crunched underneath the tyres of the SUV as it slowed to a stop on a secluded driveway. Grant waited nervously along with six other men in the two back rows. His sight was blocked by a bag over his head, as was each of his companions'. 

He heard the front doors open. Then after a moment the back passenger door. He heard the voice of the large black dragon who had placed the bag over his head when he had boarded the car.

“Do not take your bags off. You will be escorted one by one out of the car and led indoors where the bag will be removed. Follow your escort carefully.”

There was a scuffle as the passenger next to Grant was removed from the car. Sound of footsteps on the gravel. Grant cocked his head to try to hear what was going on. But then he felt a scaly hand touch his. He felt a tug and he scooted over to the door, then out of the car. The dragon grabbed his arm and started to guide him somewhere. The gravel rustled under his shoes. Then the ground changed into paved stones.

“Watch your step.”

Grant stepped onto a stone step, through a threshold, and finally onto wooden floorboards. The boards creaked with each step. He was guided a bit further and then the dragon let go of him. Sudden light flooded his eyes as the bag was yanked off. He squinted and blinked as he looked at the dragon standing in front of him.

“Wait here.”

With that the dragon walked off. Grant could finally look around. He was in an old farm house. The wood was rickety, the floor creaked and groaned each time he shifted his weight. A modern light fixture dropped down from the high ceiling, with the wire clearly run long after the house had been built. Everything else looked, felt and smelt old. There were a few chairs and a bookshelf with some books, but scant other furniture. The windows were boarded up from the inside and offered no view.

The wolf who had been led out before Grant was standing there, looking just as uneasy as Grant felt himself. Soon they were joined by the next passenger, a fox, led by another large wolf who had been the driver of the car. Right behind the dragon led in a second fox. After they were de-hooded the two left to fetch the last pair of passengers. It didn't take long for the tiger and deer to be led in. The deer had proved problematic to be bagged, so he was wearing a towel tied over his face as an improvised blindfold.

After the last two men were released from their blinds, the wolf walked over to the entrance door and pulled it shut, then he used a key to lock it. He then remained standing next to the door.

The dragon meanwhile took up position near the group milling about, setting himself to be easily seen by everyone. He cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. “Welcome to Club Pedo!” He glanced over everyone in the group. “I see several new faces today, so I will go over the rules to remind everyone.” He looked at Grant, the deer and one of the foxes in turn before continuing. 

“The location of this place is kept secret for everyone's protection. But everything [i]you[/i] do here today is legal. Even if somebody finds out about your participation no one can bring any charges against you. But your reputation and health is at your own risk.”

The dragon slowly looked at everyone with his eyes steeled.

“The exit will remain locked. Nobody leaves this room until we have concluded. Absolutely no electronic devices are allowed here. If any of you still have devices which we have not confiscated, surrender them now. If we discover any later, I will be [i]most[/i] unhappy.” 

The tone of the dragon's voice made Grant's back crawl. He did not know how exactly the dragon would be unhappy, but he did not want to find out.

After nobody in the group budged, the dragon continued. “The order will be determined randomly. I will pull a number from this bag and if it is your number you will be let into the bedroom alone. You get twenty minutes with the girl. Anything goes, as long as you don't damage her. Two minutes before your time I will knock on the door. That is your signal to finish up. After the twenty minutes are up, I will come in and you [i]will[/i] leave the room whether you are ready or not. After the girl has been cleaned up I will return to perform the next drawing.”

“Any questions?” The dragon looked around for a moment. “All right. Then we begin.”

He lifted up the bag and shook it in the air. Then he inserted his hand in, rummaged around a moment and then pulled out a rolled up slip of paper. Grant's heart raced as he anxiously looked on. The dragon unrolled it and studied it carefully. “Number three. You're the lucky one.”

One of the foxes perked up jubilantly. Grant was a little deflated with disappointment, but his turn would come soon enough. The fox on the other hand wasted no time and practically skipped over to the other door in the room. The dragon turned the knob and held it open and the fox disappeared inside. The dragon pulled the door closed after him. 

The dragon then took up guard in front of the door with a stopwatch. The wolf continued to guard the other door. 

And with that the rest of the group turned to shuffling about uneasily. Nobody felt like talking. They didn't know each other, and they were sure they didn't want to know each other. The deer and the remaining fox sat down on chairs on opposite sides of the room. The wolf milled about aimlessly, while Grant and the tiger wandered over to the bookshelf. 

Grant scanned over the shelves. It was filled with old dusty spines. Dredge clearly sourced from a junk bin of a used book store. Grant wasn't sure he wanted to read any of them, but he felt he had to do something and not just twiddle his thumbs. The only one he even recognized, and which might be called a classic, was Lolita. Given the circumstances he wasn't too keen on picking that one up. Finally Grant decided to just pick a random book and extended his hand blindly. It landed on The Flying Beast by Walter S. Masterman. The cover had a frightened woman being groped by two ghoulish figures. 

Grant's shoulders dropped and he sighed, but he decided to stick with it. And he looked for a chair for himself. He sat down and turned his attention to the hokey old horror novel he had sourced.

He made through the first few pages, but then his thoughts wandered. Even as his eyes read through the words on the page, his mind made no note of them. He couldn't help but think forward to when it was his turn to go. He imagined what it would be like. His mind played back what he wanted to do, over and over. He had paid a lot of money to do this. They all had. To satisfy an urge that could not otherwise be satisfied. Nervously he glanced up and around.

The wolf still milled about. The dragon's steely gaze observed the fox checking his watch. An expensive Rolex, but all analogue. The deer scratched his chin. The tiger leafed through a book.

Grant sighed and re-read the words on the page. But he was still just going through the motions of reading without comprehending.

Then he was startled by a loud knock on the door. The dragon's signal. Twenty minutes had already almost passed. 

Grant twiddled his hands as he impatiently observed the dragon. 

Time passed. It seemed longer, much longer, than just the two minutes, but eventually the dragon turned around. The whole room watched his every move as he grasped for the door handle. The latch clunked and the door creaked open. The dragon stepped in and few moments later the fox stepped out. His previously neat shirt was mussed and buttoned crooked, but his face was all grinning.  After the fox was out the dragon closed the door and remained inside the room.

Again time passed. The fox wandered around a bit and then filtered towards the bookshelf. The tiger still standing next to it cleared his throat a bit and mimed buttoning his shirt. The fox looked down and started hastily fixing his buttons.

More time passed. There was a sound of running water. Then a blow dryer. More time.

After what had seemed like an eternity the door finally opened and the dragon stepped out again. Grant's heart was racing again. The dragon closed the door behind himself.

“All right. Next one.” The dragon held out the bag again, pushed his hand in it and pulled out a rolled strip of paper. Grant held his breath. “Number five.”

Grant gasped. That was his number. He felt the flush of adrenalin and he felt giddy, like a kid in a candy store. And he'd just been handed a gift certificate to eat all the candy he wanted.

Grant walked up to the dragon who nodded at him. Grant used up all his willpower to remain still while the dragon turned to open the door for him. Mentally he wished he could hurry the dragon up. Finally the door was open and the dragon moved aside to let him pass. 

Grant practically skipped into the room, just like the fox had.

The bedroom was like the main room. Old, rickety and almost bare of furniture. There was a dresser, two chairs, and a bed. On the dresser was a bowl of condoms. The windows were barred, the same as the main room.

Then, he saw it.

On the bed lay a motionless green scaled lizard girl, no older than eleven or twelve.

Grant swallowed. His mind had played back what he wanted to do so many times, yet now it was just blank. He gazed upon her form, mesmerized. He had seen children before, but he had never seen a child naked like this. Not just naked, but naked for him to touch, for him to have sex with.

He saw every curve of that lithe scaly body. And he could let his eyes stare at every detail without fear. Her little feet, her slender legs and thighs, little lips between them, trim toned belly, each rib on her chest, perky little bare nipples, her arms, hands, slender fingers, elegant neck, cute serene face and long yellow hair.

She lay there, completely still, underneath his lustful gaze.

Grant didn't even realize he had been holding his breath and he let out a gasp. He breathed ragged as he reached out with his hand. With trepidation he gingerly laid it down, featherlight, onto her chest.

He felt her smooth scales under his fingers. He felt every undulation of every rib under his palm. He felt the perky nipple, a little hard lump, playful against his hand. 

He also felt the stillness of her chest. Her chest not even rising with breathing, for she was not.

Having sex with a child was illegal. Having sex with a [i]corpse[/i] was not. A corpse was just a slab of meat. Still warm meat, shaped like a little lizard girl, but just meat.

Grant did not know where they had gotten her or how she had died, and he suspected he didn't even want to know. But this was the only way he could do what he was about to do without fear of legal repercussions. And if he had ever been conflicted about this, his cock certainly wasn't now. His pants were bulging uncomfortably.

Grant couldn't say how long he had been staring at her. At the same time it had seemed like forever, and also like no time at all. But he knew he had no time to waste. He unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the ground next to the bed. His erection stood at proud attention and he felt like if it would get any harder it would burst like a balloon.

He clambered onto the bed on top of her. His cock throbbed when he felt her legs brush against his. Carefully he positioned himself. His cockhead was kissing her nether lips. He wished he could savour this moment. He had waited for so long, paid so much, to be able to fulfil his urges he had had to keep hidden all his life. The girl before him looked so beautiful despite being dead. Even better than he had ever dreamed of, and she was all his.

Slowly he pushed himself in.

Inch by inch, her slack, limp body gave no fight as he penetrated her flesh. It felt better than in his most cherished fantasies. Soft, warm, tight. He thought he would come, right then and there, but somehow, miraculously, he managed to hold himself back.

He pushed against her limp body. And again. And again. Her tight tunnel massaged his cock and each thrust it pulsed with fresh blood. Throbbing harder, harder, harder, too hard! With only half a dozen thrusts into her soft flesh he already passed the point of no return. His cock swelled almost painfully with his coming orgasm as he pumped the last few times.

Then he exploded.

He felt like a fire hydrant had burst between his legs. Painfully good ripples washed through his cock from stem to top with each pulse. He had never gushed so hard in his life. His spine shivered with pleasure as he spurted again and again and again and again. Almost as if his orgasm was neverending. 

His head felt dizzy, his limbs numb, his very core drained bone dry. He collapsed on top of her when his orgasm finally –finally– finished.

He nuzzled against her body, feeling her curves press against his. He lay there, his head floating in his afterglow. His hand lazily explored her bare chest, his fingers ran over her nipples, along her ribs. Feeling her smooth scales. He could lay there forever, he thought. Floating on a cloud with her.

But he was brought back down to Earth by a knock on the door.

His time with his angel was almost up. He gave her chest a last few rubs, he wanted to remember how it felt under his hand. He ran his fingers down from her collarbones, around her nipples, down her chest, down her trim tummy. He felt every curve, every muscle, every scale one last time. Down to her groin, he rubbed her clit, imagining the pleasure she would have gotten from that. Imagining the smile on her face.

He reached up and stroked her cheek, then he gave her a goodbye kiss on her slack lips. But in his mind she was smiling.

Finally Grant got up. He picked up his pants from the floor and pulled them up. Right as he buckled them there was a clatter, and the door opened. He smiled at the dragon as he slipped the end of the belt through the loop, then he started to make his way to the door. Happy, yet sad to leave her already.

He gave her one last look from the door, sighed wistfully, straightened his shirt and stepped out. The door closed behind him.