Sunrise, part 2: Consent
#3 of Sunrise
Ryn took a few deep breaths, trying to compose herself, excitement and anxiety fluttering in her stomach. She'd be doubting the reality of the situation, if not for the fact that the celestial dragon's presence in the world felt like the most real thing she'd ever encountered - Azuriel seemed to make herself and the scenery look fake in comparison. It made sense, she supposed; the dragon had over a millennium of practice being real, and clearly gotten quite good at it. "All right, then," she said. "You said that you'd invited me here to do whatever I desire with you... What exactly did you mean by that?"
Azuriel nodded approvingly. "A wise question. I have no particular expectations of you, though I suspect that you have some amount of sexual interest in me." Ryn gave a sheepish nod, and he continued. "You have my explicit permission to touch any part of me in any way that you like, as well as to make any request of me that you wish. I do not believe that you are capable of inflicting any injury upon me, regardless of what actions you take; please do not inhibit yourself unnecessarily."
"I can ask for anything I want? Like, actually anything?"
Azuriel chuckled at her incredulity. "Ah, do not mistake me. I may certainly freely decline any such requests you make. But you are welcome to ask, and I will not judge you for any requests or questions you have."
"Ask anything, huh?" Ryn's impulsiveness got the better of her. "How big is your cock? Oh crap, I mean, uh--"
"That is an entirely pertinent question, and there is no reason to be ashamed of it. Be at ease, Ryn," Azuriel said, his tone as soothing and placid as always. "You use inches on this part of the planet, if I recall right. So, to answer your question: in my current form, thirty inches in length; the knot is eight inches across at its widest."
Ryn stared for what felt like several minutes as she mentally untangled her embarrassment, shock, and excitement. Shaking her head, she said, "You really are totally up-front about everything, aren't you? At least when you aren't being a cryptic hooded stranger and drawing naps on-- dammit, maps on napkins."
To her surprise, the dragon looked deeply chagrined. "I do apologize for that. It was not proper behavior for one of my station, and I hope to make amends in any way that is suitable. I swear on my name and nature that I will be entirely forthright with you hereafter." The latter words resonated with power, and Ryn was certain that Azuriel had made a supernaturally-binding promise. She shivered a little, remembering just what she was in the presence of -- not just a dragon, but one of the celestial dragons: not literally a god, but certainly on familiar terms with them, being native to their astral realm. Close enough, as far as she was concerned. She did her best to gather her composure and rein in her awe, remembering that he'd asked her to consider him her peer.
"Okay," Ryn said, finding her confidence. Here she was, being offered an impossible opportunity, and she wasn't going to miss out by being timid now of all times. "Zuri, will you... hm. Roll onto your back?" The dragon immediately obliged, and Ryn found herself laughing, the last of her anxiety dissolving at the sight of his playful posture.
She closed the distance with him and put her hand to his side, briefly startled by the intense warmth she found there. It wasn't just at the point of contact, but enveloped her, driving away the incipient chill of the evening and making her nearly drowsy with relaxation. "You feel like a sunbeam," she murmured. Azuriel looked over at her with quiet and patient amusement. "Oh. Of course you do."
Ryn began brushing his fur with her claws, reveling in the luxuriant softness of it, until she was interrupted by a tremor in the ground and air around her. She tensed, her fur standing on end. Earthquakes weren't an uncommon occurrence in the region, and if the mesa had withstood others in the past it would probably handle this one just fine, but... no, there was something weirdly familiar about the rhythm of the rumbling, now that her alert attention was focused on it.
"Dragons purr?"
The subsonic tremors stopped, and Azuriel responded with a nonchalant wiggle. "I purr. Would you rather I not?"
"No, no, it's fine. I was just... startled." She steadied herself, taking a moment to bask in the dragon's warmth, before resuming her stroking of his side. And soon enough, the tremors resumed as well. She smiled at them this time, and snuck a furtive glance between his hind legs, being unsurprised to find little more than a slit, mostly concealed by the loose sky-blue fur around it. Ryn was well aware from her "research" that male and hermaphroditic dragons typically had their most interesting bits stowed internally when not aroused. She smiled, her sense of mischief returning.
"So, Zuri, you said you'd enjoyed my videos. Which one of them is your favorite?"
"Ah..." He closed his eyes, reminiscing. "They are all quite good. It is difficult to pick a favorite, but the one I watch most often is the one with you on the kitchen counter, with the big purple one. The way you pull yourself down onto the knot is immensely satisfying to see."
"I didn't bring it with me, or I'd give you a personal show." Ryn smirked at the success of her ploy as she spotted her prey: a deep crimson taper, peeking out from his slit and glistening in the twilight. She pounced past Azuriel's leg, landing astride the thick golden fluff of his tail, and eagerly grasped it. "Aha, gotcha." It was hot to the touch, almost painfully so. She gave it a squeeze and was surprised by its firmness, beyond what she expected -- there was no give to it whatsoever, and the overall feel of it was something like hot, slick, velvety stone. She was rather less surprised by Azuriel's quiet gasp, the slight rocking of his hips, and his shaft pushing itself farther into her grasp.
Ryn continued stroking it, needing to switch to both hands - and soon, as more of it emerged, even that was insufficient to fully encircle his tapering shaft. At last, his slit disgorged the hefty knot at the base, and Ryn leaned back, taking a moment to fully comprehend the massive size of it. Hearing the measurements was one thing, but it hadn't prepared her at all for the experience of seeing and touching it.
"I... wow." She fidgeted with the pockets of her pack. "I don't have... I mean, I don't think they make condoms in that size, do they?"
Azuriel blinked, taking a moment to refocus from his pleasured reverie. "Worry not in that regard. I will not sire any offspring with you, as the Sunrise Covenant enjoins me from recklessly creating life. And by my nature I am immune to all mundane maladies, so I can neither convey nor receive any. I regret that you have only my word to rely on, and that I must ask you to trust me on the matter; I hope it will suffice for now."
Ryn nodded. "You've already earned my trust, Zuri. And if I didn't trust you, getting celestial dragonpox or whatever would be the least of my concerns, anyway." She smiled, leaning down and planting an appreciative kiss on his knot, nearly getting knocked off balance by his shiver of pleasure in response. "I want to take my time and enjoy you properly, if that's okay, but I might as well get these out of the way now," she said, shedding her clothing with a deft wriggle.
"I quite literally have all the time in the world, and I very much want you to enjoy yourself as much as possible. And I am very much enjoying you."
Ryn leaned back in between Azuriel's legs, tracing her fingertips lightly around the circumference of his massive knot, still hardly believing it. "You really are? I mean, you're enormous, and it's incredible and I love it, you know how much I'm into that. But I don't know if I can provide enough sensation for you. Even if I did this." She hoisted herself onto the dragon's belly, wrapping her legs around his knot and pulling his shaft tight to her bare chest.
Azuriel moaned, taking a moment to form coherent words. "That feels... very good. I am a divine aspect, and I feel your intentions as much as your actions. As I said, I do not think you could harm me even if you intended to, but without a strong intention to do so it is completely impossible. And I can-- ooh... I can tell that you want me to feel good."
Ryn brightened, a thought occurring to her. "Oh! Does that mean... can I use my tongue? I've always wanted to try it, but I've never had any partners who... well, you know. Cat tongue."
"You certainly may. You do have my standing permission to touch me however you like. Any part of yourself and any part of mm- Mmm..." Azuriel trailed off as Ryn took his tip into her mouth, licking at it with eager delight. She spent several minutes exploring different approaches - pushing him as far into her mouth as his considerable girth would permit, licking up and down the length of his shaft, and even biting. Gently, at first, but before long practically attacking his shaft with her claws and teeth, her increasingly reckless and energetic attempts being met only with commensurately louder moans of pleasure. After some time, she stopped to catch her breath, leaning back into the soft fur of the dragon's belly, grinding against the base of his shaft. "Gods, Zuri," she panted. "I need this thing in me."