Make Love Not War: Dragon Fire

On the first second of the first hour of the first day of December it started snowing in Assam City. Not real snow of course, not with Assam being in the middle of a desert. But artificial snow made by scientists at the Corporation Science Division lowering the temperature inside the magic shield which surrounded the city. “Magic” was what the student newspaper called it but it tendered a swift withdrawal saying that they were sorry and that they had “no evidence that there was magic involved and it is in fact a technological marvel”.
As it was getting colder all of the female students of the Phoenix Freshman Dorm had switched from their light vest and shorts pyjamas to heavy flannel pyjamas, all that was except for Kristina who was now spending most of her nights in Paul’s bed and being cold at night was not an issue for them, quite the opposite in fact and their heat could be felt from across the room. Mark missed her presence in the bed next to his but was glad that it wasn’t the other way around and Paul had invaded Kristina’s bed. And it wasn’t like he didn’t know she was there, he could hear her; in fact the sound of Kristina’s pants and groans from Paul’s bed were making the entire room extra horny. Kristina’s relationship with Paul was having an affect outside the dorm room too. Lots of the other girls were jealous, Itali Chimbonda from Oolong in particular. Itali had been Paul’s date to the cotillion and it had transpired that she also had caught them kissing but she hadn’t left them alone. In fact she had pushed them apart and started shouting at Kristina. Paul had to hold Itali back from trying to hit Kristina. Now that they were back at school Itali had been making life as hard as possible for her and teasing her because of her lower status.
As Christmas approached the students had to decide if they were going to stay in Assam for the holidays. James had decided long before he ever got to Assam that he would be staying, as during the holidays was the Kamui Card Tournament on Christmas Eve. Kristina was also staying as she hated flying and therefore had no intention of making the shuttle trip home. With his two best friends at Assam staying it didn’t take much thought for Mark to decide he was staying in Assam as well. He called Erika back home using the videocaster in the Phoenix Common Room and told her the news. She was disappointed but announced that as he was not coming home, she would come to Assam.
The Saturday before Christmas everyone, except for Kristina, James and Mark were packing to go home for the holidays. The three friends however were going to Assam Station in the centre of the Upper City, where they would be meeting Mark’s friend Erika who was coming in on the Cross Country Underground Train from Emerald Hill. They took the Air Train from Assam University and pressed the button for Assam Station. Which let them out in front of some tall steps and at the top of them was a giant red brick building with the words “Assam Station” written in big letters. The three friends walked up the steps and into the main hall, which was full of commuters busy buying tickets at the desks. On the wall above the door was a holographic board showing the arrival and departure times of the trains and Kristina and Mark eagerly looked for the Emerald Hill train’s arrival time.
On the far side there were security gates guarded by Ceylons much like those that the students had gone through at Security Station Alpha on their way to Assam. The trio quickly walked across to them and swiped their ID cards and walked through the gates. On the other side of them was a long hall with doorways on either side which had escalators leading down to the platforms below. The students walked down the hall looking for the doorway that was marked Emerald Hill and halfway down the corridor they found it. They went down the escalator and onto the long thin platform and found a bench and sat on it waiting for Erika’s train to arrive.
The train was on time to the nanosecond, the sliding double doors opened and Erika stepped out of the carriage and onto the platform carrying her suitcase. She looked around for Mark and As soon as she found him she dropped her suitcase and ran to him and they hugged tightly.
“Erika, this is Kristina and this is James, my two best friends at Assam” Mark introduced them. Erika and James shook hands, whilst Kristina gave her a hug as Mark walked back up the platform to get Erika’s suitcase.
“What have you got in here it weighs a ton?” Mark strained as he tried to pull the suitcase along on its tiny wheels.
“Oh just stuff” Erika said, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
They decided they would go and get a cup of tea in the Food District and catch up. But first they had to get through security again which required Erika’s bag to be scanned. It took two Ceylons and Mark to lift it onto the conveyor belt and it went through X Ray scanners and low level magnetic resonance scanners and an enchanted item scanner before being returned to Erika who had undertaken exactly the same scans in the meantime. The foursome then quickly ran to the Air Taxi and selected ‘The Food District’ from the menu. The Air Taxi zoomed off up into the air and for the first time Erika saw the magnificent Assam City skyline. She pressed her glasses up against the window and looked out going “oooh” and “aaaah” at all the sights.
“Is that your university?” she asked Mark
“Yeah, that’s it”
“Wow” she said.
The Air Taxi then began to descend as the sun set and landed in the bright lights of ‘The Food District’. They walked to a small cafe called ‘The Coffee Spot’ off of the main square and sat on the sofas in the window. A waitress with black hair with electric blue streaks, whose name tag indicated her name was Tanya walked over and asked them what they wanted.
“Tea please” said Mark.
“Latte for me please” said Erika.
“Tea for me” Kristina said.
“Hot Chocolate” James added and the waitress walked behind a counter to make the drinks.
“So Erika, tell me all the dirt about Mark” Kristina asked excitedly. Erika and Kristina talked for what seemed like hours swapping stories about Mark who was beginning to regret staying at Assam for Christmas. Six cups of tea, three Lattes and two cups of hot chocolate later the sun had set and the friends walked through the square gazing at all the Christmas light displays that lit up the quad. Then they took the Air Taxi back to the university and into the Phoenix Dorm Room. Kristina and Mark both suggested that Erika use Kristina’s bed whilst she was staying and Kristina would sleep in Paul’s bed, which she had been doing for several weeks anyway and Erika agreed and the friends stayed up for hours playing games and joking long into the night.
On Christmas Eve it was the Kamui Card Tournament, and players from all over Assam City gathered in the universities great hall. Kristina, Erika and Mark joined the crowds sitting on bleachers waiting for the matches to start. In the first round James was drawn against a Ceylon called Gerald and in a tense game he won. He was then drawn against his brother Alan. Alan had won the competition two years in a row and had amassed quite a following. Being two of only three James fans Erika and Kristina shrieked and hollered for James to win cheering him on. With three moves left Alan was leading six cards to four, but then James played an Oolong card and turned two of Alan’s in one turn. Alan had used his best cards earlier in the game and couldn’t overturn this deficit and lost his first game in three years to his little brother. He stormed out of the hall, slamming the door behind him with James looking worried even though he had now reached the final. In the final James was up against Chip Nattehs the champion the year before Alan. James was nervous but as the game started it became clear that Chip was not the player he had once been, making simple mistakes and James won easily to the adulation of the crowd who may have cheered on his brother, but now they had discovered a new champion. That night the four friends decided to celebrate James’ victory by going out into ‘The Food District’ once again. Kristina and Mark said they would take James anywhere he wanted and that meant ‘Chinese Palace’ a restaurant that served old style Chinese Take Away Food. As a Novelty it was served in boxes with small thin sticks, which according to James were called chopsticks instead of knives and forks. Mark decided to have the Sweet and Sour Chicken, whilst Erika went for the Chicken Chow Mein. Kristina had Chicken in Oyster Sauce, whilst James feasted on Duck in Plum Sauce. Mark struggled to be able to use the chopsticks and gave up, asking for a knife and fork which Erika called an embarrassment.
The next day was Christmas Day. Mark awoke to the sight of snow falling outside. He looked over and saw that Erika, Kristina and James were still asleep. He rolled over and saw the down button on the lift was glowing. He got up, pulled on his dressing gown and walked over to it. He pressed the button and the doors opened and he stepped inside. Inside the down button was also glowing and he wasted no time in pressing it and taking the lift down to the common room. When the doors opened, he gasped. Somehow overnight the entire common room had been transformed. A large Christmas tree had appeared in one of the dark corners covered in twinkly lights and baubles. Underneath the tree were hundreds of boxes wrapped in different coloured shiny paper. As he stepped off of the lift he noticed that all around the room had been decorated. He rushed over to the tree and looked at the nametags on the presents. There were two for him, two for Kristina, two for James, even two for Erika. On the table in the centre of the room there was a candle with a note next to it. Mark walked over and read it.
“Merry Christmas” it said “Lots of Love from Santa Claus”
Mark smiled, and turned to see that Kristina had followed him down in the lift.
“Wow where did all these presents come from?” Kristina shouted as she excitedly opened one of her presents like a small child.
“I don’t know” Mark said as Kristina held up a hat made of wool.
“It’s from my mummy” said Kristina. “On our farm at home we used to make things like this out of wool from the sheep on the farm”
“It’s cute” Mark said. “But how did they get here?” he wondered aloud.
“Why Santa brings them of course” Kristina smiled at him and threw one of his presents at him. He opened it and found a new game for his Corporation Portable Games Console called Corporation Soccer.
Once everyone was awake and had opened their presents the four friends walked to the dining room where Christmas dinner was being served. There was all the turkey anyone could ever eat, mountains of roast potatoes and buckets of sprouts. Even after everyone was full up, there were still buckets of sprouts as nobody liked them. That is except for Professor Rooibos and Professor Shakespeare who had a sprout eating contest. Professor Rooibos won after eating seventeen sprouts to the sixteen that Shakespeare could manage.
On New Year’s Eve the friends journeyed down into the Entertainment District to bring in the New Year at a party at O’Brien’s Irish Bar. A live band played real instruments whilst a black haired beauty captivated the audience with her magnificent voice. On the dance floor couples were dancing to the music whilst at the bar single men were sitting on barstools downing pints of real Irish ale imported from Dublin itself. Mark, Erika, Kristina and James sat at a booth on the opposite side to the bar, and watched the couples dancing. Mark got up to get some drinks and as he was making his way through the throng of dancing couples suddenly he saw her, Jasmine, the girl from Halloween. He rushed through the dancing bodies towards her and tapped her on the shoulder.
“Jasmine?” Mark asked over the music. She turned around.
“Mr Phantom” she said smiling. “Care to dance?” Mark nodded, but when she started to dance he suddenly realised.
“I can only do the waltz” he said.
“Let’s waltz then” she replied putting her hand on his shoulder. He put his hand on her hip and they clasped their other hands, and began to dance.
“Who’s that?” Erika said, watching from the booth.
“I don’t know” James responded.
“It must be Jasmine, the girl he met on Halloween” Kristina said excitedly.
“Wow she’s hot” the two girls said in unison, much to James’ surprise.
“Where’d he learn to dance anyway? I’ve never seen Mark dance, like ever.” Erika said.
“I think he learnt for cotillion” Kristina said.
“Mark went to cotillion?”
“Yeah, a girl in our house asked him” Informed Kristina.
“God the Mark i know would never have gone to cotillion let alone danced, he sure has changed.” Erika stated, her eyes fixed on the couple in the centre of the dance floor.
“So what happened to you on Halloween, were you okay?” Mark asked Jasmine on the dance floor.
“Yeah, I was fine”
“Thank god, I was worried.”
Jasmine smiled and leaned in to kiss him, he kissed back.
“Oh my god” Erika said.
“Aww they look so cute.” Kristina said.
“He’s never gonna get me my pint is he” James said disappointed and he got up making for the bar. “Do you want anything?” he asked Mark as he walked past him. But Mark didn’t hear him; all he could sense was Jasmine. The music stopped and the people around them applauded. And finally the kiss broke, and they looked into each others eyes, smiling. Mark took her hand and pulled Jasmine towards the booth. They sat down next to Kristina with both Kristina and Erika grinning at them.
“Girls, this is Jasmine, the girl i met on Halloween.” Mark introduced them. “Jasmine, this is Kristina, my best friend at Assam.”
“Hi” said Kristina.
“Hello Kristina” Jasmine replied.
“and Erika, my best friend from back home”
“Hey” Erika said, still grinning.
“Hello Erika” Jasmine said sweetly
There was an awkward silence for a few moments but then James walked over with a tray with four beers on it. He gave one to Erika, one to Kristina, one to Mark and was about to sit down but then, he looked at Jasmine, sighed, and pushed his beer to her. James then walked off back to the bar.
“That’s James” Mark smiled taking a swig of his beer.
“Nice boy” Jasmine commented as the music started again. “Dance with me?” she asked.
“Sure” Mark said and they walked back to the dance floor and began dancing once more. Once they were too tired from dancing they returned to the booth and Erika and Kristina immediately began discussing Mark’s childhood again much to his horror. Midnight approached and the five ordered a glass of champagne to bring in the new year. As the countdown started Mark and Jasmine kissed and kept kissing as the countdown reached zero. With no-one else to kiss at midnight Erika and Kristina also kissed, leaving James to watch, an arrangement he was more than happy with. The group then moved outside to watch the fireworks although Jasmine and Mark ended up missing most of it preferring to explore each others mouths with their tongues.
“Get a room” James said, getting bored of the couple’s constant showing of affection. Mark and Jasmine decided to follow his advice and left the group, taking an Air Taxi to the Business District where they booked themselves into a small hotel. Once inside their room they wasted no time in resuming kissing.
Jasmine pulled Marks shirt over his head and then pushed him down onto the bed and Mark watched as she stood in front of him and lifted the dress over her head. Mark was speechless, his mouth watering at the tanned beauty in front of him, wearing only a white strapless bra and French knickers. He was so entranced by her beauty he almost didn’t notice the tattoo of fire to the right of her belly button. He was about to ask her what it meant when she pushed him down onto the bed and reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra, throwing it over her shoulder. Mark was stunned at the beauty of her breasts, perfectly shaped with golden brown nipples and his cock was starting to respond uncomfortably in the confines of his pants. Jasmine seemed to sense this and moved up his body, between his legs, undoing his pants and pulling them down his legs along with his underwear. She looked at him and smiled seeing his thick cock standing to attention and she lowered her French knickers, stepping out of them and then climbing astride him lowering herself down on to his manhood, sighing with contentment as she felt his hardness enter her. She looked deep into his eyes and began to move her hips in small circles, her movements getting faster and faster, the circles getting bigger and bigger, and his breath getting deeper and deeper. He sat up, and she moaned feeling the angle of his organ change within her. He stifled her moans kissing her softly, the kisses becoming more passionate as she continued to raise and lower her hips with a quickening pace. He was beginning to feel his climax building within him when suddenly Jasmine let out a moan and he felt the walls of her inner beauty close upon him and he joined her in beautiful agony, filling the hotel room with cries of passion. And when they stopped they looked into each other’s eyes, and passionately before falling asleep their limbs entwined in romantic entanglement.
Mark woke up feeling like he never had before. He was happy, content and in love. He lay watching the birds outside the window of the hotel room walking on the crisp new snow that had fallen overnight. He rolled over hoping to see Jasmine, and give her a good morning kiss, but she was gone. He sat up and saw her clothes had gone too. In fact any trace of the fact that she had been in that room the night before had disappeared. He got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He got into the shower and felt the water against his skin and remembered the feeling of Jasmine’s skin against his own. A lump appeared in his throat that he couldn’t shake off, had she ditched him, did she not want to see him again. Once he’d showered, he quickly got dressed in his tuxedo from last night and left the room, not wanting to spend a minute longer there than he needed to. He walked quickly down the stairs and up to the reception desk where a tall white haired man was looking at a computer screen.
“Excuse me; I’d like to check out, room one zero one.” Mark said.
“Ahh room one zero one, let’s see. Hmmm Sir are you sure that’s your room number.” The Receptionist said.
“Yes, here’s the key” Mark replied handing him the room’s key card.
“Interesting, According to the computer you checked out a couple of hours ago and paid in full. Oh and there’s a message for a Mr Mark. Would that be you?”
“Yes it would” Mark said getting curious and the receptionist handed him a note.
“Mark, sorry I had to leave so early, I paid the bill, I hope I’ll see you again, Love Jasmine x” he read to himself.
Mark felt a lot better but still wandered why she had gone without saying goodbye. He walked out of the hotel and took the Air Taxi back to the University. He entered the Phoenix Common Room and was immediately confronted by Kristina and Erika who both wanted to know what had happened to him.
“We ended up going to a hotel, and... erm...”
“Oh my god you did it didn’t you. You had sex!!” Erika shrieked.
“Erm yep”
“Oh my god” Kristina and Erika shouted together.
“Was it good?” asked James, who up until this point had not been interested.
“It was amazing. I think. I think i’m in love.” Mark said. “But...”
“But...” Erika urged him to continue.
“When i woke up this morning she was gone. She paid for the room and left me this note.” Mark continued handing the note to Erika who read it and sighed before handing it to Kristina.
In the week that followed Mark spent hardly any time in the University, preferring instead to roam the Upper City, hoping that he might bump into Jasmine. He didn’t. At the end of the week it was time for Erika to go back to emerald hill and mark, James and Kristina again ventured to the station to see her off. The day that Erika left was also the day that the rest of the Assam University students came back to school after their Christmas at home. The three friends sat in the Phoenix common room that afternoon and watched as one by one, Tom, Paul, Hannah, Selphie and Kayleigh, whose hair had turned fiery red over the holidays, returned to the Phoenix house.
Kristina had missed Paul whilst he had been away and they wasted no time in getting back into the swing of things filling the Phoenix Freshman Dorm room with cries of passion. Kayleigh’s sex games also returned and as she had smuggled some V’s through security they didn’t have any trouble getting up for the occasion. All the students gathered around in a circle as they usually did on game nights and Kayleigh handed out a blue V pill for everyone to take, everyone expected it to be somewhat like the sweets that they had taken on Halloween. However what Kayleigh didn’t tell them until after they had taken the pills was that the V’s were a corporation drug given to old men, like Kayleigh’s father, who couldn’t achieve erection. However when used by teenagers, whose bodies were already full of the hormone it was meant to replace, it created a powerful sensation of arousal making anyone who took it a virtual nymphomaniac for several hours. Because of this effect the drug had become a highly valuable commodity on the black market and men had been known to slip it into the drinks of young girls in clubs in order to make them sleep with them.
By the time Kayleigh had finished telling them what the effects were they were already becoming apparent. All four boys had massive tents in their shorts whilst the girls’ shorts were all becoming damp and nobody really cared that Kayleigh had not told them about the effects before because now they all were far too horny to care and had stripped away their clothes and were beginning to kiss and fondle each other, not caring who was doing what to them as long as someone was. All except for Mark. Whilst the drug had undeniably made him horny, Mark’s mind could only focus on one thing: Jasmine. The blurry images that he half remembered from new years were suddenly razor sharp in his mind. The feel of her pussy clamping down on his cock as she came, he could almost feel it now and he badly needed to feel it again. He sat down on his bed and His fist began to pump his meat, matching the rhythm of Jasmine moving up and down on it in his mind’s eye. Meanwhile the rest of the room were having their own private orgy. Kristina was on all fours, with Paul thrusting in and out of her from behind whilst Hannah was underneath Kristina in a sixty nine, each girl licking and sucking the others clit. On the other side of the room Selphie was in a Tom and James sandwich, with Tom sitting on a chair with Selphie on his lap, his cock firmly planted in her arse whilst James fucked her pussy. As for Kayleigh, she hadn’t taken the drug and was watching the events unfolding with glee walking between each group her hand never leaving the confines of her thong. And then she spotted Mark all alone on his bed pumping his meat and walked over to him licking her lips.
“You don’t feel like joining in the fun?” she asked in an almost whisper.
“Jasmine” he breathed.
“What?”
“Oh Jasmine” he moaned, and suddenly his body contracted and a long white stream of his seed shot up into the air.