“That still does not explain why I should sleep with her.”
The two of them were still lying together in bed. She had just spent a long and convoluted five minutes trying to explain the reasoning behind inviting Anne into a sexual encounter. In the end her explanation had boiled down to a few assumptions: Anne was lonely, she had a secret crush on Echo, and Elizabeth thought that they might be able to provide her the intimacy she wasn’t getting anywhere else.
“Because dear, you seem to have a knack for making women feel beautiful and loved. You do it all the time, but you do it especially well in the sack.”
Echo was not amused. “This whole thing seems out of character for you Elizabeth. I don’t know where this is coming from.”
“You’ve exposed me to more sexual situations in one year than in my whole life before this. Is it really so surprising that I’m becoming more open minded?” She asked. When no reply was forthcoming she continued gently “I’m not going to try to pressure you into this. I know it’s not an easy request.”
“It just feels like it would be disloyal.”
She pulled his chin down so that he was looking into her eyes, “sex is just sex. It is something pleasant that you can do with people you trust and care about right?” She waited for him to nod, “So sharing it with someone we both care about isn’t going to take away from what really matters.”
She let go, rubbing her hand lovingly along long snout. Despite his reservations, he trusted her opinion about Anne. The Texan woman wasn’t the type to share information easily, but she and Lizzie confided in each other. “Okay, but I am going to have to talk with her first.”
“That’s fine love. I need to wash this honey off anyhow; you did a terrible job cleaning.” She gave one last rub between his eyes before rolling off the bed. Echo watched her naked rear end sway with the rocking of the vehicle as she stepped gingerly into the bathroom. His thoughts occupied him in the small bedroom for a minute, before he sighed and climbed cautiously down. Anne seemed to have recovered her composure. She was still steering the mammoth RV slowly along the winding mountain road. At some point she had turned the radio on and it now crooned soft rock into the driver’s cab. It provided a nice accompaniment to the beautiful forestry sprawling out through the huge windshield. Leco’thian moved up silently next to her and sat down. She acknowledged his presence with a quick glance, but didn’t speak. The silence gave him the opportunity to study her for a moment, considering their past interactions. Her behavior had always been friendly, if occasionally crass. He just wasn’t convinced that she was romantically inclined. Elizabeth had no doubts though, and Echo was obliged to at least test the water.
“How much longer are we going to be driving?” His deep voice rumbled over the radio.
“Hmm,” She looked at the little clock on the instrument panel. “Well, we’ve been out for a bit over an hour, so probably four, maybe five more.”
The statement made his ears flip up in surprise. “That long?”
“Hey, this big bitch tries to tip over on every turn, so we gotta take this road nice and slow.” She explained.
Echo pondered for a moment. Anne had always closed up when conversations got too personal; he wasn’t quite sure how to approach the topic of sex without triggering that reticence. “So I wanted to thank you again. You have been very generous with your time, between coming over to the house and arranging this trip. I am glad you could take time away from your personal life to help us out.”
She smiled a little, actually looking a little bashful at the gratitude, “It’s no big deal.” She replied simply. He took a little calculated risk. Lacking the ability to give a quick peck on the cheek, he did the next best thing, leaning over her arm rest and giving a quick swipe of his tongue over her face, ticking her ear for just a moment.
“Thanks.” He said again, kicking himself mentally as he realized he still had Elizabeth’s taste on his breath. Anne didn’t seem to notice though. A look of blank surprise washed over her for a moment before a blush rose in her face and she fidgeted a little in her seat, but her smile widened until the corners of her eyes were crinkled up. She reached down pat him on the head with one hand in response. It was a good sign; she had always seemed reluctant to touch him. He could feel she was nervous about it now, but apparently his ice-breaker had worked. “You know, in all the time you were visiting we never talked much about you. You said you moved up from Texas, but how long have you been here?” He quickly asked, while she was still running on good cheer. Her hand on his head paused, but didn’t break away.
“Laurence and I got here August year before last. Started at the gym within a week. Got stuck as a trainer for Liz about two months later.” Her fingers trailed back over the short, soft crest that ran over his neck. Echo shivered at the touch and had to force himself to remain on task.
“So you have been here for less than two years?” He had assumed she was slightly more established in the area.
“Yup.”
“Well how do you like it so far?”
Anne shrugged a bit, “I like the scenery. The city is so itty-bitty though. Makes it kinda hard to get out and meet my type of folk.” She finally ended the contact, putting both hands on the wheel again as a sharp turn came up.
He was a bit slow recognizing the significance of her statement. “So, you are not having much luck finding any, um…” he trailed off, not sure of what term to use.
“Lovers?” She finished wryly. “Nope. Turns out Alaskans are more conservative than I thought.”
It was time for the moment of truth. “I am somewhat curious about your relations. I mean, do you seek partners just for sex?” questions about her relationships had always ended the conversation before.
Today must have been different. After a short delay Anne shook her head, “No, that’s just swinging. That’s part of the problem. When I meet someone, and say I like open relationships, there’s this whole big ass range of impressions that people get. Most of em make the same assumption you did. They hear open relationship and just think sex.”
“I am sorry.” Echo said softly.
“Oh don’t go getting all guilty on me. Everyone thinks about sex. Just some folk don’t ever think about anything else.”
Her statements certainly backed up Elizabeth’s arguments. Echo actually felt a pang of self-reproach that he had spent the last few months and not pushed her to open up at all about this. It didn’t seem very friend-like. At least his decision was easy to make. He just wasn’t sure how to get the question out. After another long minute of thought he finally spoke. “Anne, Elizabeth and I would like you to join us. You’re our friend, and we don’t like seeing you alone.”
Anne did a double take at him. “What?”
“We would like you to have a threesome with us. If you want to, that is.”
“You’re serious?”
“Um.”
“Have you asked Liz about this?”
“It was her idea.” He assured her.
Anne looked torn, clenching her hands on the steering wheel. “Is that was this conversation was about?”
“Kind of,” he admitted sheepishly. “I needed to know where you stood on sex and relationships, and also that you would not be so angry you would throw me out of the van when I asked. I am sorry though, that I didn’t show that interest in your history before, when it would have been more appropriate.”
“Just to make sure I’m getting this right: You and Liz haven’t seen each other for months, and on your first occasion together you want me to shack up with you?” She asked incredulously.
He nodded in confirmation. “You have been a very good friend. It seems unfair that you’ve been kind enough to let us take this vacation, and you don’t have anyone to share the occasion with.”
She chewed her lip for a moment, “I don’t know. I gotta think.”
“I understand. “ He fell silent. He could practically feel her confused thoughts buzzing around her head. To his surprise she pulled the motorhome over into a turn lane for next rest stop just a few minutes later. As soon as she had put it into park she turned and faced him.
“You ain’t got a clue what sort of mixed feelings I’ve been dealing with the last few months. The way Liz played you up before I met you, I thought you were too good to be true. Like any gal and her new boyfriend, I thought she was just a little love-struck. Then she told us about you being what you are and we had the whole deal with Thanksgiving, which I gotta admit, was a little damned weird even for me. But it was damned kinky too, so it didn’t exactly turn me off. Then you invited me and Laurence for Christmas, and even though Liz was gone you had us over for New Years. And after that, I spend months coming over practically every weekend, and you’d cook me dinner and ask how my week had gone. It was a bit like being part of a family again.”
“I do not know what to say Anne. I guess I’m glad I could provide you that comfort.”
“That’s not all though. I almost stopped coming over ya know. I started feeling like a shitty friend, cause every time I saw you I was jealous of what you and Liz had. More than once I was tempted to try and make a move. And to be honest, it was more than a bit concerning that I was getting hot and bothered for a flying lizard.”
This time Leco’thian really didn’t know what to say. Anne eyed him in the silence. “So both you and Liz are okay with this?”
Echo nodded.
“Shit, never picked my lovers based off looks before. Guess it would be dumb to start now.” Anne said boldly, standing up.
Echo hadn’t actually intended to imply that they start right at the moment, but he wasn’t about to tell her otherwise. He quickly came up with a plan. “Why don’t you lie down on the bed, I have an idea.” As Anne went to the back of the van he rummaged through Elizabeth’s purse, quickly finding the small bottle of baby oil that she kept before following her. She lay down on her back, watching him curiously.
“Roll over.” He directed, crawling up alongside her. She saw the oil and seemed to get the idea, repositioning onto her stomach.
He wavered. It was one thing to discuss intimacy with someone other than Elizabeth, and something else to give an oil massage to another woman. It took a moment of mental preparation before he could force his hands to settle on her hips, sliding slowly up her back. The motion caught her shirt, drawing it up just a little bit. He repeated it a couple of times, until her top was starting to bunch up under her chest. Anne lifted herself so that he could draw it over her head, tossing it carelessly to the side. He paused again at the sight of her under him, her back bare except for the thin black straps of her bra. It would be best to steer clear of that area for the moment, he decided.
The soft smell of baby oil filled the small room as he popped open the bottle and sprayed a measure into the scales of one palm. The liquid spread smoothly onto Anne’s milky skin under his hands; he stayed within the space between bra and the waist of her jeans.
Leco’thian’s fingers were short, broad, and strong. It was difficult for him to accomplish tasks like typing or using a pen, but when it came to applying a firm and even pressure, the shape was perfect. He drew an ecstatic moan from Anne as he worked his thumbs in circles in the small of her back. His fingers spread delicately down her sides, the blunted tips of his claws leaving the faintest red trails. It didn’t take long for his enormous hands to cover the small area in a shimmering coat. Afterward he skipped over the border of black cloth, working over her shoulders and down her arms.
As he came to one of her hands, he lifted it and gave it his best kiss before he began to carefully knead the oil into her palm and between each of her fingers. Her hand was so small compared to his that he was honestly worried he might injure her if he wasn’t careful. He lingered especially long on her hands and arms, unsure how to move on from there. With Elizabeth still cloistered in the bathroom he was reluctant to proceed too far. To his great relief she chose that moment to emerge. 
Elizabeth took one look at the two of them, Echo standing over a topless Anne, and laughed out loud. “That was fast.” She was still naked from the waist down, her brown-bronze skin still moist with water. The sight quickly captured Echo’s fancy and as she perched on the bed nearby, he leaned in to capture her lips against his. He never could quite get his mouth to work right for a kiss, but he tried to make up for it with his tongue. She let it drag across her lips before she closed them over it, nursing on it for a moment before breaking contact.
“Glad you could join us. Your dragon seems a bit nervous about seducing me.” Anne mumbled huskily.
“I can see that.” Elizabeth’s merry green eyes tracked down to where Echo’s hands rested on Anne’s shoulders. “Go ahead love, show her a good time.” She closed in until her breath tickled his ear, “Just make sure she has the chance to squirm a bit.” She settled back against the headboard to watch, one hand resting idly between her legs.
With Lizzie’s presence encouraging him, Leco’thian finally turned his attention to that pesky bra. One of his hands snaked over Anne’s shoulder to the top of her bust, lifting her up for clearance. With the other he made the deft pinching motion that he had practiced so often, easily separating the hooks of the brassier. In the blink of an eye he had removed the garment, sending it to join the t-shirt on the floor. Anne tensed up belatedly as her bare nipples brushed against the blankets. He soothed the surprise with another dribble of baby oil over the bare spot on her back, his fingers smoothing it out and dragging tenderly down the sides of her exposed breasts. For several long minutes the room was filled with the hiss of his scales on her skin as his fingers lingered to work the tension out of her back before he turned his attention south. Very slowly his hands drifted down and around her to flick open the button on her pants. As much as he was tempted to yank them down quickly, he took his time, peeling the denim back inch by slow inch.
When he fully exposed her panties, Echo had to pause and admire the sight. “Wow.”
The tiny triangle of black lace and string barely covered the cleft of her rump, and left her sex clearly outlined by the tight fabric. “I think you were hoping to show this off.” He gave one of the thin bands around her hips an experimental tug, loosening the knot ever so slightly.
“Glad I got my wish then.” Anne said without missing a beat. She seemed impatient with his pace and was busy trying to worm her way out of her jeans. Her body wriggling against him was strangely thrilling, and he elected not to stop her. When she had finally kicked free of the jeans, he trapped her knees under his chest, halting further motion and giving him quite the angle above her backside. She struggled briefly, until he let his hot breath wash over her crotch. He bent in a little closer, nuzzling and licking up the back of one thigh, then the other. “Oh yeah, put that tongue to good use.” She cooed.
Echo just smiled, interspersing light nips as he came up to her rear. His pace gave him ample time to compare the shape of her body with Elizabeth’s. Elizabeth was certainly fit, but she was a model, and took care to keep a careful portion of weight to add a little curve and softness to her figure. Anne didn’t worry about any of that. Her small frame was toned to an extreme, all her curves had the hard lines of muscle. The differences didn’t really matter too much; he just had more reason to experiment. Anne seemed to react well as he crept up her back, sampling the mixed taste of her skin and the oil he’d rubbed into it, until he was straddling her legs, his hands planted on either side of her head. He relished the feel of her small body under him, the slick skin of her back sliding against his chest with every breath. He very lightly rested his teeth on her shoulder, his tongue dancing over the sensitive skin there. He felt her tense beneath him, trying to rock her hips up into his crotch. “Mmm, already in my favorite position. Go ahead and get started, I don’t do this teasing shit anyhow.”
“I think you do today.” He growled softly. She grunted as he pressed a little firmer into her, cutting off her attempts to rub up against him. It didn’t take long for her to realize struggling was pointless. Though Anne was certainly strong for her petite size, she couldn’t compare to his massive advantage in muscle.
“You’re a bastard you know.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“You want to walk home?”
Elizabeth was happy to give him free rein in the bedroom; Anne’s attitude was new to him, but the challenge for his dominant role was somehow arousing. “You have got quite the mouth. I think we had better do something with it.” Before she could reply he grabbed one of Elizabeth’s ankles in one hand. Lizzie yelped in surprise as her self-pleasure was interrupted by being drug down the bed until she was parked in front of Anne’s face. Both of them were momentarily stunned. Elizabeth recovered first, seizing on the opportunity and scooting forward to be within easy reach.
“You help her and I will help you.” Echo mumbled into Anne’s ear. Anne considered his proposal a moment, and turned her mouth onto Elizabeth.
“Oh wow,” Elizabeth’s hands tightened in Anne’s hair.
Leco’thian watched intently as Anne’s pink lips kissed over Lizzie’s darker skin, occasionally closing on the folds of her sex and tugging on them. It took a pointed elbow from Anne to remind him of his end of the deal. With some reluctance he moved down her body. It was a shame to take off such a provocative piece of clothing, but he undid the knots on her lingerie. He was distracted again for a moment by the differences. Anne had a carefully trimmed patch of fuzz compared to Elizabeth’s waxed groin, and while Elizabeth’s labia protruded somewhat, Anne’s entrance looked like little more than a puffy crease in her skin. He leaned in, his tongue making a slow pass from top to bottom. She thrust back at him in response, lifting her butt higher. He repeated the same move slower and lighter, and each time he did so Anne would lift up more, until she was on hands and knees, humping backwards at his face.
“Liz, I swear if you don’t make your lizard stop messing around I’m going to start chewing on you.” Anne complained. Echo gave her a tiny love bite to remind her who was behind her, and then immediately followed it by spearing his tongue forward.
“Ouch you scaly son of-Ah!” Her complaint cut off into a howl as she was stretched her wide open. He felt a brief moment of concern; Anne’s slight frame kept slipping his mind, and her opening was tight around the comparatively slim girth of his tongue. Still, the sounds coming from her mouth were those of pleasure, so he didn’t stop until the tip had doubled back on itself. She trembled and spasmed as his tongue writhed like a wild snake. The atmosphere in the room quickly thickened into a carnal haze. Both women were far too concerned with their building pleasure to spare time for any more verbal exchanges. Elizabeth lay back on the bed, one hand on her breasts and the other tangled in Anne’s short red hair. Anne’s face was buried between Lizzie’s thighs, her pale skin a sharp contrast. She was writhing and bucking back on Leco’thian’s tongue, trying to fuck herself on it.
Echo too was losing himself to his libido. Having two women tangled together with him was not something he could ignore, and combined with his unrelieved lust from earlier he was soon grinding heavily against the mattress, his groin swollen and hot. The smooth grip on his tongue and the smell of Anne in his nose wasn’t helping. Just as he was considering throwing foreplay to the wind and mounting the woman in front of him, Elizabeth was moving, pushing Anne away and crawling to his side. She shoved on his shoulder, and Echo gratefully rolled onto his side, freeing Anne to move again.
Neither woman spoke, but Anne watched with undisguised interest as Elizabeth traced her fingers around the inconspicuous fold in his scales that concealed his maleness. Echo watched too, and gave a small chirp of joy as she slid one finger inside, then another. It was a relief to finally relax the muscles that held his arousal at bay, and the two bright pink shafts slipped free, glistening wetly against his thigh. Anne wasted no time with pleasantries. She reached down to fondle one of the organs, squeezing at the sensitive ridges that started a couple inches down. Lizzie wasn’t about to be out done, and gripped the other in both hands. Echo grunted and closed his eyes in bliss as they started to cooperatively masturbate him. He was throbbing and dribbling pre in not time. A faint smacking of lips drew his attention, and he opened his eyes. Apparently the two women had decided that jerking him off was the perfect occasion to make out. The two of them moved sinuously against each other, Anne’s breasts rubbing against the shirt that Elizabeth still wore. Their mouths danced quickly over faces and necks, only occasionally meeting. Between the sight and what their hands were doing, Echo was happy to let them continue. Elizabeth’s hands stayed mostly on the ridges running the length of his shaft; areas she knew were tender. Anne couldn’t quite wrap her hand fully around his girth, and seemed for more intent on his base. Her fingers occasionally dove curiously into the vent that sheltered his bits, sometimes disappearing inside entirely. It didn’t take long for him to start building dangerously close to his peak. With great regret he disentangled himself from their grasp.
He took a couple quick breaths the clear the pleasant fuzz from his thoughts before continuing. The two women hadn’t stopped their own activities, which actually made his job easier. He wrapped his tail around their waists like a lasso. The women stumbled in their lust as he used it to drag them to the edge of the mattress. With a little guidance he had arranged them the way he wanted them. Anne was sitting on the very end of the bed, and Elizabeth was in her lap with her legs wrapped around the smaller woman’s sides.
“I’m glad I’ve finally found someone with boobs smaller than mine.” Lizzie joked as she finally took off her shirt and pressed her naked breasts into Anne’s. The two of them quickly resumed making out. 
Leco’thian reared up behind them like he was going to climb onto the bed, planting his hands on either side of the couple for balance, and insistently pushed his chest against Elizabeth’s back, forcing them into a lying position, their mons squished tightly together, their entrances just a few inches apart now 
“Oh!” Elizabeth moaned as his shafts bumped against her rear. She finally seemed to get the idea behind the position and adjusted her hips to better line up with Anne’s. He shifted his grip on the bed up to Elizabeth’s hips, his fingers curling tightly around the familiar shape. 
Elizabeth relaxed as he lined himself up, her body long since accustomed to his size. Anne was a different case. She wore worry heavy on her face and her knees were tense around the base of his tail. He seized upon an idea as he spotted the discarded bottle of baby oil. Maintaining his balance on Lizzie’s hip with one hand he reached out with the other. A moment later he dribbled the slick fluid over himself. “We’ll take this nice and slow”, he assured her.
“I’m a big girl, just go and let me deal with it.”
He began to ease his hips forward, groaning in pleasure as both organs were slowly swallowed in a soft and warm embrace. The coat of oil let him slip in almost effortlessly, but as he got deeper, his bumpy ridges started tugging. To Elizabeth it was a slight friction, but Anne gave a jarring twitch with each one. As the wider parts of him sunk into the poor woman, she grew achingly tight. Echo was slow, but the murmured sounds coming from her were not unpleasant so he didn’t stop. Evolution had blessed him with a body oddly suitable to satisfying human women. Towards the base of each shaft the peculiar cross section caused one of the ridges to slide up into the sensitive apex of each woman’s entrance, rubbing either very near or even directly against the clitoris.
Elizabeth gave a fluttery sigh. Anne just had a surprised look on her face. Finally he bumped against the back of Anne’s canal, drawing a sharp grunt from her. He paused and changed his stance; he lowered his body until his chest was resting lightly against Elizabeth’s back with his arms nestled into their shoulders as a stop. He took a deep breath and tried to start a mild pace, easing a few inches out and gliding back in. Each time he would move forward, Elizabeth would rock back against him, and Anne gave a little squeak as he bottomed out in her. Try as he might, he couldn’t keep holding back. Soon he was speeding up and pushing deeper. His pleasure wasn’t anything like what he’d experienced before. Anne and Elizabeth both moved and reacted in entirely different ways on each thrust, delivering a mixed storm of tactile sensations that took his breath away. Elizabeth flexed her abdominal muscles in ways that she knew drove him wild. The constant unyielding constriction of Anne’s passage provided more than enough stimulation to match. The sounds they made, and the sight of them trapped between his arms was entirely too attractive.
“W-Why does it smell-uh- like Christmas?” Anne mumbled, the words came out slurred.
“Echo’s scent.” Elizabeth said much more calmly, she reached up behind her and rub under Echo’s Jaws, where the powerful aroma of cinnamon and citrus stemmed. She brought the same hand down and rubbed it over Anne’s cheek. Leco’thian never was sure whether he believed Elizabeth when she said the musk made her whole body tingle, but apparently it had some sort of effect on Anne. Her arms immediately snaked around Lizzie’s neck and pulled her down for a kiss. Echo just watched and panted.
It didn’t take very long for Elizabeth to start shuddering under him. She always did climax quickly, and true to form her walls throbbed against him with practiced movements, sending jolts of overpowering pleasure up his spine. The long period of foreplay had taken its toll and Echo’s efforts to concentrate on his breathing were forgotten. It was impossible to hold back at that point. His thrusts became erratic and almost violent, his tail slapping down on the ground and his claws digging into the carpet. A few moments later his organs flared out inside the women, and he released a torrent of blazing seed. His mind went white with euphoria and he ground hard against them, pressing so deep that the flexible tips of each shaft coiled back onto themselves. The feeling of his seed dribbling down his lengths and spattering silently over his toes was the first thing he noticed as he recovered. The second thing was that Anne hadn’t orgasmed, and he was damned if he was going to let her go without doing so. He gritted his teeth and growled as the overstimulation tingled almost unpleasantly for a moment, and sped back up. 
He varied his movements, gyrating up and down or side to side almost as much and forward and back. The motion squelched lewdly though the sopping mess he had made and the tang of his fluids quickly joined the scent of his musk in the air. Elizabeth yelped as he started hammering furiously down at them before she had even completely come down. She tried to squirm away from him, “Ah! Too much Echo!” She cried. There was nowhere for her to escape though, his wrists were pinned solidly against her shoulders. 
“Little more…almost…” Even as the words were leaving his mouth Elizabeth started moaning loudly as another orgasm rolled right over the tail of her first one. He lurched as she closed up like a vise. She arched her back powerfully, grinding her breasts and sex against Anne without reservation or control. The writhing was the last straw for the smaller woman. 
Anne’s heels wrapped around his tail and pulled him to her forcibly. A hot splash of liquid smacked against Leco’thian’s crotch as Anne came explosively. A full bodied scream ripped from her throat as she went so stiff that her joints popped while her fingers and toes curled into white-knuckled fists. Her insides gripped so tightly that it was almost painful on his cock. He snarled and forced his hips to keep pounding away despite the death-grip of Anne’s legs. He was so close to another orgasm, he couldn’t stop
“Fuck!” Elizabeth swore as he kept right on going after her throes of passion. 
“Ah! Oh shit-oh shit!” Anne offered in similar complaint.
Both women were squirming, trying to slide away from the torturous thrusting of the deranged dragon. They’re complaints were lost on Echo though, as close as he was. He was almost feral in his motions, doing everything in his ability to speed his peak. And eventually he reached it. Blinding pleasure shocked through him as he drowned out the women with a victorious roar. His wings snapped out, knocking decorations from the walls and he locked his tail tight between their legs as his manhood jolted and pulsed and fired off enormous spurts of thick spunk. As his roar died down he clamped his teeth on Elizabeth’s neck, still lurching in tiny thrusts with the aftershocks. It was an eternity before reason and his breath returned to him. His whole body trembled with the strain, and all he could do was give voice to a mewling whine and weakly flutter his wings in an effort to cool himself. For a time, that was the only motion in the room besides breathing. When he had gathered enough strength, Leco’thian wrapped his arms under both women, pulling them tightly to his chest as he rolled onto his back so that he wouldn’t crush them. The two women sprawled on his broad chest, his tail still pushed firmly between their legs, never letting his erections flag.
Anne was the first to recover. “Wow, I just fucked a dragon. And it was great.” The sexual exertion has left her flushed and hot-bodied against him, but she sounded no less enthusiastic. “I can’t remember the last time I came from just penetration. I could’ve done without this mess though.” She reached between their bodies; her fingers came back covered in sticky gobs of jizz. She brought the fluid to her face and sniffed experimentally. “Why does this smell sugary?”
Elizabeth gave an exhausted chuckle. “It’s all the honey and salad he eats. Don’t complain.” 
Anne shook her head and looked around. “Ug, I should have left some tissue or something in here, this stuff is everywhere.”
Before she could find anything to wipe her hand on, Echo stuck his tongue out, cleaning off one finger at a time. His own taste didn’t particularly bother him, and he regularly enjoyed the act of cleaning Elizabeth after a good lay.
“Cute. All right, I’d better wash up and get us back on the road.” Before Anne could slide off him, Echo used flared his shafts out and curled them into a hook. “Oof!” The shape caught her insides as she tried to pull him out, stopping her as sure as if she was glued to him. He had learned the trick was quite effective in locking him inside of Elizabeth. It worked even better in Anne’s tighter confines.
“Sorry Anne, He likes to cuddle. You might just be stuck here for a bit.”
“Really? Come on, let go.”
“Nnnn” He meant to say no, but the word came out mostly as a meaningless purr.
“Relax, he’ll fall asleep, and in an hour or so you’ll be able to get him out easy enough.” Echo closed his eyes as the back and forth continued. A brief contemplation of Anne’s reaction to the puddle on her floor was the last thing to cross his mind before his soft rumbling snore filled the room, an amused smile on his lips