Summoning Ocellus

Ocellus found herself sprawled out on her back in the center of a magical circle, in an unfamiliar room.

“Well done,” Marcus said, his voice coming from far above the pair of feet standing a few feet outside the circle.

Tilting her head a bit let her see the rest of him, and she followed his gaze as she rolled to her hooves to see Tixi crouched at the edge of the circle. Tixi met Ocellus’ gaze, and the familiar bond snapped back into place, relief and pride in accomplishment flowing from the little dragon.

They weren’t in the tower. From the smell, they were in somebody’s cellar, adjacent to the storm drains, although a closer look showed that the wooden stairway that should have led to the floor above was rotten and collapsed, and the room itself was mostly empty except for a few bits of litter scattered here and there. Duxi and Tini were also there, playing with some old shredded canvas that was getting more shredded by the second as they worked it over with their claws. They looked a lot older than the last time she’d seen them.

“Where’s Ek?” Ocellus asked, looking around again.

“The wizard decided to keep him,” Tixi said, slowly approaching Ocellus and, as she didn’t back away or otherwise respond with anything but her continued confusion, pounced on her and started hugging. “I’m so glad to have you back!”

“I’m on an official mission to return Tixi and her other offspring to the tribe,” Marcus explained. “This is an unofficial rest stop to summon you back. Against Rellenore’s direct orders, by the way.”

“I’m no longer subject to his direct orders,” Tixi replied. “If he won’t have me as an apprentice, he won’t have me as anything at all.”

“He ordered you not to resummon me?” Ocellus asked, her confusion congealing into something a bit darker. “Why would he do that?”

“We were hoping you could tell us,” Marcus answered. “Tixi knew you were dead, but there was no body, and all he would say is that she was forbidden from resummoning you.”

“What did you do?” Tixi asked. “I know you didn’t attack him, you weren’t even angry when you died. Did you try to have sex with him?”

Ocellus cringed at the thought. “He was really worried about my friends back home opening a portal,” she said, replaying the conversation that, from her point of view, was about thirty seconds in the past. “He said he was going to send me back with Smoulder, but that didn’t make any sense because you can’t send living creatures – oh. Oh! Oh no. Oh no no no.” She squirmed, but couldn’t escape Tixi’s continued embrace, which only got tighter as her emotions shifted.

“What?” Marcus asked.

“He sent my *corpse* back with Smoulder so that my friends back home would stop working on their portal,” Ocellus explained, her seething anger only slightly mitigated by Tixi hugs. “Which means Smoulder – one of my best friends, and my lover – woke up that morning holding my *dead body*.”

“That’s, um…” Marcus said.

“Yeah, I don’t really have words either,” Ocellus said. “How long has it been?”

Tixi backed off from the hug and looked at Marcus. “Six weeks?”

“Seven,” Marcus said. “Anastasia kept insisting she needed Tixi and the babies for her research.”

“He listened for a while but then he started getting really nervous,” Tixi said. “He kept looking at me and frowning and I couldn’t talk to him about anything. He’d even slam the door in my face if I tried to sit in on any classes. Finally he sent me away.”

“He must have realized he’d made a mistake,” Ocellus said, shivering as her blood ran cold. “Killing me wouldn’t stop them from trying to open a portal. It just means that instead of opening it to rescue me, they’d be opening it to avenge me.”

“So why send her away?” Marcus said. “Why not summon you back and pump you for information, if he was going to be attacked?”

“He’s not going to be attacked. They don’t even know he exists,” Ocellus said, turning to look Tixi in the eye. “They’ll be coming for you.”

Tixi’s response to the dire warning was a slowly building excitement that built into a large grin. “I’ll get to meet your friends!”

Ocellus blinked, and let Tixi’s optimism wash away her terror. “Yeah, that – when they see me alive I’m pretty sure we’ll be able to talk it out. You’re right. No need to panic.”

“Just don’t die again,” Tixi said. “I only stole enough materials for one ritual.”

They set out through the storm drains again, Tixi and Ocellus (in cat form) practicing their sneakiness, but Marcus and the kids made enough noise that any dire rats they would have run into had plenty of time to run away. A few hundred feet from the kobold lair, they stopped in a familiar room – a junction of six corridors, with an unusually large and dry platform in the center with pipes and valves leading down into the sewer proper.

“Wait here,” Tixi said to Marcus. “I’ll take the children to the tribe and see them set safely in the nursery, then come back to fetch you once I’m sure the tribe is okay with your visit.”

“Alright,” Marcus said.

Ocellus went to follow Tixi, but she held a hand out to stop her. “You wait here, too. Keep Marcus company.”

Ocellus blinked. “Why?”

“No reason!” Tixi said, giggling, then ran off.

Marcus places his hand on Ocellus’ back, between her shoulderblades, just above her wing casings. “I think she wants us to… you know.”

“Have sex,” Ocellus filled in.

“Yeah, that,” Marcus said, stroking her shoulders, then moving up her neck. He wasn’t half bad at it.

Ocellus pressed back against his hands, enjoying the physical contact. “Why?” she asked.

“I think she’s trying to butter me up,” Marcus said. “I’m here to negotiate with the tribe on the wizard’s behalf, I know secrets that could get her in trouble, that sort of thing. She tried to offer herself to me once, but she couldn’t go through with it.”

Ocellus cringed.

“Yeah, it was pretty bad,” Marcus said, moving up to her ears, fondling them one at a time. “So what do you say?”

Ocellus sighed. “Maybe if you make it worth my while.”

“I was never going to turn you in,” Marcus said. “No one liked how the wizard was acting. I’ve got some gold, though?”

“That’s not what I mean,” Ocellus said. “Sex has some interesting sensations, but I mostly have to fake it. Cuddling, though…”

“Naked cuddling?” Marcus suggested.

“It’s not like I have any clothes,” Ocellus said, turning to smirk at him, and giving a little hint of seduction.

Marcus made a halfhearted attempt to brush aside the dirt covering the floor, then cast a spell that cleaned off a few square feet, and took off his cape, setting it down for cushioning. Then he started on his robe, although he looked around at all the entrances. “This place is pretty public, isn’t it?”

“No one’ll be by here except for little dragons, and they won’t care,” Ocellus said, shifting into her human form.

Marcus’ breath caught at the sight of her, and his robes were soon folded as another layer for the two of them to sit on. He had on some underclothes, and hesitated for a second before stripping them, too, but Ocellus motioned that it was okay and that was all the encouragement he needed.

Ocellus sat in his lap, facing him and letting her breasts press against his bare chest. She wrapped her arms around him, rested her head on his shoulder, and stroked his back. After a few seconds, he followed suit, squeezing her close and stroking her back as well. Without her fragile wings to get in the way, having her back stroked was a lot less stressful, and she let herself relax in his grip, breathing in time with him, and enjoying the closeness.

“And this is what you actually like?” Marcus asked, licking her ear between sentences. Human ears weren’t as sensitive as changeling ears, but it was still nice. “Without having to fake it?”

“It’s nice,” Ocellus said, giving his neck a little nibble. “At home we sleep in, like, big piles of our whole family and a bunch of friends, but at school I barely touch anyone and it’s just so strange.” She sighed. “I think that’s why I started sleeping with Smoulder. Other species think cuddling is nice, but they usually want to move on to sex.”

“And you don’t like sex,” Marcus said, as his penis hardened underneath her. She shifted so that it pushed up between their bellies.

“It’s not horrible,” Ocellus said. “Most of the sensations are nice enough, I guess? But it’s so much work.”

“Hmm…” Marcus said. “But if I shifted so my dick was inside you, you wouldn’t have to do any work at all, right? And it would feel nice for both of us.”

“If I made myself wet, sure,” Ocellus said. “But you wouldn’t leave it at that. You’re a sexual being with arousal pushing you towards orgasm. And this is *not* a position where you could ‘do all the work’.”

“I bet I could leave it at that for a while,” Marcus said.

Ocellus sighed, and shifted to make herself ‘aroused’, then rose up enough to let Marcus slide his quite genuinely aroused penis inside her. She groaned as it stretched her out, but after a few seconds her body adapted, and she could sit there almost comfortably while Marcus moaned in pleasure and brought his hands in to grope at her breasts. Which was nice, but not as nice as him stroking her back. It also pushed her back to where she could only rub his shoulders, and was altogether less intimate, at least in the ways she cared about. She leaned forward to kiss him, which helped a little, and squeezed her muscles around his cock, which helped stimulate them both.

Marcus jerked his hips, wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and then exploded inside her.

“Sorry,” he murmured, holding her and stroking her and kissing her again, while his penis softened and slipped most of the way out of her, leaving a wet sticky mess connecting their crotches.

“For what?” Ocellus asked, leaning down to nibble at his neck and shoulder again. “You got past it quickly, and now we can go back to the good part.”

Marcus laughed, and dutifully cuddled with her until his penis started to get hard again about ten minutes later, at which point she let him lie her down on the makeshift bed and show off what he’d learned from her pamphlet in a more traditional position.

He was pretty good with his tongue, for a newbie at least, but she didn’t feel like faking an orgasm, so after she had her fill of intense clitoral stimulation, she told him to move on. He made sure to wrap his arms around her and squeeze her tightly as he spread her legs and thrust inside her, which hadn’t been in the pamphlet but showed that he was paying attention to her needs.

“How was that?” he asked, after his orgasm, his embrace turning just a little bit into him resting her weight on her as he caught his breath.

“Solid B,” she informed him, rolling a bit to the side so he wasn’t pressing down on her.

By that point they’d acquired a small audience of little dragons, including Ijj and Tixi. “Are you done?” Tixi asked.

“I don’t know, are we done?” Marcus asked, cuddling Ocellus in what would have been the afterglow if she was actually able to orgasm.

She squeezed her arms around him and sighed. “If you keep cuddling me in between, you can go as many times as you want.”

It turned out two more times was his limit, after which he was too worn out for cuddling. Tixi and a couple of the other little dragons took over cuddling Ocellus, who wasn’t quite as worn out but was pleasantly sore, while Marcus lay there panting in exhaustion. They didn’t even ask for sex afterwards.

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Eventually, Marcus recovered enough to clean up all the wet and sticky fluids with his cleaning spell, then he and the other little dragons headed into the tribe’s lair for negotiations. Tixi and Ijj stayed outside with Ocellus, who was back in her normal form, and kind of thoughtful.

“So we’ve been banished,” Ijj said out of nowhere.

“What?” Ocellus asked, snapping out of her reverie.

“Not banished banished,” Tixi said.

“Right,” Ijj said. “Just ordered to go far away from the tribe and not come back.”

“Temporarily,” Tixi stressed. “Just until we find your friends or they find us. They didn’t want them blasting their way into our lair looking for me.”

“And they sent me to keep an eye on her and make sure she didn’t run off forever and become an adventurer,” Ijj said.

“Could you actually stop her?” Ocellus asked.

“No, but I could report back that she’d done it,” Ijj said.

“I’m not going to abandon the tribe!” Tixi said. “Although adventurers make a *lot* of money and get powerful really quickly.”

“Or they die,” Ijj said.

“So I was thinking we could pretend to go be adventurers for a while,” Tixi said, ignoring him. “Just until your friends find us.”

“Or we die,” Ijj said.