CHAPTER 129

Expecting a scream, Dana was surprised when it escalated into a thunder clap, and the sky above them filled with lightning that scattered along the sky like a giant spider web.

"No, really, are we good down here?" she asked, once the thunder had passed. Her ears were ringing now, and she wanted to get off, but not if she was going to become a lightning rod.

"You're totally fine," Quetzalli told her, her entire face flush. "Now show me how to do that to you."

Dana practically ripped her own pants off, then mounted the dragon's face. "It won't take me long, I just need you to use your tongue. I can do most of the work, so don't—"

She damn near fell off when Quetzalli's tongue touched her throbbing clit and sent a jolt through her body. It wasn't painful, and her entire body tingled with electrical potential, causing her hair to stand up. It was like being plugged into a sexual Vaan De Graaf generator, and she grabbed onto the back of Quetzalli's head, jamming her pussy into Quetzalli's mouth.

"Holy...fucking..." She grit her teeth as she felt Quetzalli's tongue slide along the outside of her snatch. The dragon's tongue was rougher than she remembered from when they were kissing, and she was already having trouble thinking beyond the moment. Little streamers of electricity were forming on the ends of Dana's hair, now visible as a result of the darkened sky above.

Inside her chest, she could feel her heart beating wildly.

"Ike dis?" Quetzalli asked, and she slid one of her fingers inside of Dana's pussy.

"Yesss," Dana hissed, then clamped her thighs down on Quetzalli's face. Every time she felt like she was getting close to her own orgasm, she would feel a surge of energy through her entire body, which would cause her to flinch and her orgasm to back down.

The clearing filled with the sound of hisses and pops as static crackled everywhere around them. When Dana's orgasm came, it felt like she was falling, and she gritted her teeth and groaned so hard through them that she sprayed spit on the ground. Looking down, she could see large streamers of electricity dancing up and down Quetzalli's horn, filling the air with an ominous hiss.

She tilted over backward, her legs going loose to release the dragon. Beneath her, she could hear Quetzalli panting, so she sat up long enough to move off of the dragon's face, then laid on the ground next to her.

Dana stared at the sky, her body unusually warm. The clouds that had rolled in were now piling on top of each other, and she knew if she asked about it, Quetzalli could tell her everything she never wanted to know about weather patterns.

"Does it always feel that way?" asked Quetzalli.

"No." Dana rolled onto her side and contemplated the dragon's mostly nude form. Even now, despite the effects of the semen wearing off, the sight of Quetzalli's bare breasts proudly on display just above her fabric covered hips was having quite the effect on her. "Using an analogy you will understand, sex is a lot like a thunderstorm. Same idea, but each time can be completely different."

"I see." Quetzalli contemplated this in silence. "So...would it be different with a man?"

Dana nodded. "It would. In fact, it's different when you're with anybody new, but a change in gender easily creates a completely different dynamic. But that's only if you're interested in the first place. I assume you're talking about Mike?"

"Hmm." Quetzalli sat up and leaned forward. "I've seen the others engage in that behavior with him, and it has created a strange sensation in my belly. With you, it felt the same, but was more of a surprise. It wasn't something I desired in advance, but once the opportunity was there, I took it. And now I feel all warm and relaxed, and wonder why people don't do it more often."

"Some people do it plenty. I definitely wouldn't use anything that happens in this house as a baseline for standard human behavior, though." Dana slid her shirt on and stood. Her legs wobbled for a few moments, as if her leg muscles were weak, but the sensation vanished and she regained her strength. "We should probably get back."

"I agree." Quetzalli got up and struggled into her bra until Dana helped her out. Back in her dress, she tried to smooth down her hair and quickly gave up. "Thank you, Dana. I learned so much from this."

"You and Death should have your own tv show," Dana muttered, and then picked up her bag. Once the drone was secured, the two of them began the long trek back to the house.

Up above them, the clouds rumbled, but delivered no rain.

"I thought the Underworld would have a bit more color." Mike looked over his shoulder at the gate. It was only twenty feet behind them, but the density of the trees was already making it difficult to see.

"Parts of it, maybe. From everything we've read, this is going to be a lot more like Purgatory. So, bland, colorless, very boring." Yuki put her hands on a nearby tree. "Weird. It's not technically alive, but it has leaves on it. It's like it's frozen in time."

"Probably a good way to think of it. If you're supposed to spend an eternity here waiting for your final judgement, it would suck if someone had to come water the plants." Mike walked in between the trees, and looked up. The sky was gray and overcast, and there was no sign of the sun's position. "Also, there isn't a breeze or anything. It just feels...off."

Yuki nodded, then looked over her shoulder. She pulled a card out of her sleeve and gave it a spin in her hand. The card vanished, transforming into a short sword.

"Something up?" Mike asked.

"Nope. Just leaving breadcrumbs is all." Yuki walked back toward the gate and left slash marks on some of the trees. "Follow those to get home."

"Got it. Though next time, maybe we can bring some ribbon. Not sure slashing up the local fauna will endear us to anybody."