Renovation and Recreation
#1 of Stories
Renovation and Recreation
Torin couldn't help but bounce happily as he watched the team of movers working on his new room. It was an idea that Kilian had teased him with before, but actually seeing the work being done renewed his excitement.
He couldn't help but lean in as they passed by, glancing at every passing item with interest, his tail swishing rapidly behind him. There were the basics, of course. The bed was being replaced with a better, more feral-friendly one, there were small storage containers, and Kilian had even ordered a desk for Torin to keep all of his scrolls in! The big blue could be really thoughtful sometimes!
There were a few odder items as well. Kilian had felt the need to replace the flooring with an easily cleanable, waterproof carpet. Of course it wasn't really carpet, but it certainly felt like it, and that was good enough for him! And then there were the lights. Kilian was adamant about keeping that present a secret, and it was driving Torin insane!
His mind had run through all the possibilities. Dimmer switch lights, which would be fun to play with! Or clapper lights! He giggled a little, thinking about how great those would be! Clap, turn off. Clap, turn on. He would have limitless power!
He couldn't wait to see what the room looked like! He tried to nose his way past the workers, but a large, black-feathered crow shoved him back.
"No peeking."
With a whine, and after trying to sneak in a few more times, Torin slowly slinked away. Kilian's orders. That was the one, truly terrible part about this. He couldn't even see his own room until it was done! And, unfortunately for him, the other dragon was off to some market. Something about showing off his potions and getting customers. Bleh.
He flopped onto the couch, tail idly swishing. He was so boooored. And there was nothing to do. His scrolls were in the other room, but the crow wouldn't let him past. Huffing, he reached over to the side table, lazily grabbing at the remote. He was lucky Kilian had used the TV last, or else he'd have to spend ten minutes just searching for the remote. A few button presses later and he was watching his favorite cartoons.
~~~
Three episodes. One and a half hours later, with a check every commercial break to see if they had finished the room yet. Torin was watching the intro to the fourth episode, happily humming along before he noticed the team leaving.
"Room's open, if you want." The crow gruffly informed him, before following the rest of his team out the door.
Torin eagerly rolled off of the couch, barely remembering to turn off the TV before bounding into his new room.
It was lovely! The walls were a wonderful shade of blue, the bed looked soft and bouncy, and everything was neat and orderly. Of course, being the dragon he was, it wouldn't stay neat for long.
The only problem were the scrolls, which were strewn across his new desk. Likely another request by Kilian, who still wasn't home! With a small huff, wondering when the blue would get home and make dinner, he sat down, starting the slow, careful process of sorting his scrolls.
Thankfully, the process went by quickly. The scrolls easily slid into their new homes, and there was plenty of space for more scrolls of Torin ever bought any! Giving a happy churr, he unrolled the scroll he had set aside.
While Kilian liked to poke fun at him for not having a job, these scrolls were technically his job. He was a scholar, through and through, and he loved studying magic! The current scroll was quite bland, talking about the long term effects of transformative magic. It wasn't so much of an argument as it was an analysis, and it seemed to be drawing the conclusion that everything was fine.
Which was a boring read. His eyes continued to roam across the page, before he groaned, rubbing his head. He had gotten distracted. For some reason he couldn't get Kilian out of his head. Maybe the walls were doing that? They had a very similar color to his smooth, pristine scales...
There it was again! Using up all of his concentration, Torin began reading once more, slowly taking in every word, before giving a small shudder. For some reason, his thoughts had drifted down, focusing on what was between Kilian's legs.
He could already see that thick, red shaft, bobbing in the air. He began remembering the times that he had taken it, feeling it spread him open, pushing deep inside...
Torin gave a soft moan, rolling up the scroll. He could feel his sheath swelling, a sign that his shaft was going to push out soon. Not only could he not concentrate with that thing swaying and twitching beneath him, but he didn't want to ruin the scroll in case of any... accidents.
He quickly slid the scroll into its small hole. He stopped for a second, before slowly pulling the scroll back. It was incredibly immature, even for him, but he couldn't stop sliding the scroll back in forth, imagining him taking something, anything deep into his hot rump...
With a gasp, he pushed the scroll in and pulled his hand back, grunting. This wasn't normal. He wasn't usually like this, but the thoughts kept coming. And what's worse, he could feel a fire swelling up inside of him.
Panting heavily, he glanced around, his hard cock swaying with him. He was going into heat, but that wasn't right! His heat wasn't scheduled for another couple of weeks! But there was no denying the constant, swelling need inside of him.
He growled a little, finding it harder and harder to think. He... he needed Kilian! He could make a potion to stop his heat, and... and then, maybe if he wiggled his rump enough, he might be able to tease the larger dragon into a rough session.
He carefully laid down, slowly rolling over. His heat wasn't going away, so he would have to wait for Kilian to get back. He reached down, gently rubbing a paw against his sensitive shaft.
With a quick thrust, he ground his cock against his own paw, gasping in pleasure. It felt so much better than it should have, but in his lust-addled state, he wasn't going to question it. He continued his quick, needy thrusts, his shaft twitching happily.
But there was still something missing. His tailhole felt so empty, so cold without something stretching it out. He glanced around, giving low growls. The scrolls!
Without pausing to think, he quickly stood up, grabbing one of the scrolls. Settling onto his back once more, he bent down, rubbing the handle of the scroll against his own heated tailhole.
Unable to tease himself any longer, he pushed as hard as he could, sliding the scroll deep inside of him. If he were more lucid, he would have been amazed at how easily he took it, but he was deep inside of his heat. And it was only getting worse.
He panted happily as his paws tugged on the scroll, sliding it in, and out, deeper and deeper. He did have the common sense to not shove the entire thing in, but he got as close as he could.
The rough pounding of his own tailhole continued for a few more minutes before, with a frustrated whine, he pulled out the scroll. He still couldn't cum, like... like he was still too empty and cold on the inside.
He instead began to frantically rub and grind against his paw again, trying to think. Cold, empty.... Cum! He needed cum inside of him! Pulling his paw away from his twitching shaft, he carefully stood up. He just needed to find a shaft, raise his tail, and everything would be ok.
Slowly, the needy dragon worked his way towards the door. He nosed at it a few times, trying to open it... before whining loudly. He had forgotten to undo the lock on the door! A small part of him wondered why the door was set to lock in the first place, and another part tried directing his body to unlock the door, but both parts were quickly distracted by another burst of fire and heat inside of him.
The dragon collapsed onto the ground, grinding and thrusting against the floor with his tail raised high, giving loud, needy growls as he did.
~~~
Kilian sighed as his house came into view, his bag filled to the brim with potions, business cards, and future commissions. There were quite a few strange orders this time around, but he wasn't one to question the customer. Business was business, he supposed.
Kilian paused as he noticed the lack of a van in the front. Had the movers already dropped by? The convention had gone on much longer than expected but had it really been that long?
A quick glance at the sky showed that it had been that long, with the sun almost setting. With a small curse, he trotted over to the front door. He hadn't realized how late it was! He had spent all of his energy at the market, and he still had to make dinner for Torin!
With a quick flick of his snout to unlock the door, Kilian stepped inside, giving a soft sigh as he set down his pack. He could deal with that later. Right now he had a hungry dragon to feed...
And said dragon was not bouncing in front of him, incessantly asking where he was, when dinner would be ready, or how long it would take. That was odd. The only sign of any other life in the house were the faint growling sounds coming from Torin's room.
Curiously, Kilian made his way towards the room. As he got closer, he could smell... something. His instincts told him that there was a dragoness in heat nearby, even though he knew there weren't any here.
The sight of the new, locked door was the spark he needed. Torin's room had been renovated today! Which meant the dragon had gone inside, and was now locked in there.
Which wouldn't be so bad if Kilian hadn't asked Necross for an evil little command to make sure the golden dragon never rubbed one off in his own room. Wondering what sight he would see, Kilian unlocked the door, pulling it open.
Right in front of him, on the ground, was Torin, still grinding against the ground, panting heavily. Most of his chest and belly was stained with his pre, and the carpet was soaked as well. Off to the side was one of Torin's scrolls, also stained with his fluids. Thankfully it was a scroll he complained about a lot, but he'd still have to get it replaced.
The instant Torin noticed that there was another male dragon right in front of him, he rolled over, lowering his front end while raising up his tail. Kilian grunted, the scent of a dragoness in need filling his nostrils. It was certainly one of the odder features about Torin, but with his own growing lust he found it hard to care.
Kilian wriggled his snout, trying to ignore the scent. He had to make dinner, but between the combination of the 'Fuckering Lights' and the plump rear being offered to him, it wasn't long before his emerging cock took over.
With a soft growl, he leaned forward, running his tongue across Torin's raised rear. The golden dragon eagerly pushed back, giving off a quivering moan. Kilian chuckled a little. Torin always was an eager butt-slut.
His tongue slowly forced its way inside, slickening up the twitching hole beneath him. The room was soon filled with lewd, wet schlicks as his tongue slid back and forth. Torin couldn't help but give off loud churrs with every movement, his edged cock drooling seed.
Kilian smirked as he pulled his tongue out, admiring the work he had done. Torin's plump butt was slick with his saliva, and his cock was still happily drooling its pre. He stared at the cock for a little, his nostrils and instincts telling him he was about to mount a dragoness.
And to be fair, Torin certainly looked the part. With wide hips, a round, grabbable ass, a pair of prominent earfins, and a very slender build. His voice was the same pitch as a dragoness, hell, he even went into heat and got pregnant like a dragoness!
"What a bitch you are" Kilian growled out, mounting the needy dragon beneath him. He grinned as he heard another moan, his cock rubbing against Torin's slick, wet hole. "Such a slut for my cock, getting wet before I've even pushed it inside of you" He growled out. He was slowly forgetting that the dragon beneath him was even male, his own instincts slowly taking over.
He grinded against the tight hole a few more times before shoving his length inside, grinning as the bitch beneath him gasped in pleasure. It was a tight fit, but the dragoness wasn't complaining. In fact, she was already grinding back against him, wanting more.
"Good whore!" He moaned out, starting to thrust against the dragon. With every thrust, his cock slammed inside with a loud smack, the plump rear jiggling as his heavy balls swung against them.
Leaning over further, he began to thrust faster, his swelling knot bumping up against the slut's eager hole. He growled, his instincts guiding his every move. He couldn't think through his haze of lust, focused on taking the puckering, twitching hole beneath him. Already, he could feel his cock swelling out, his balls pulling up towards his body.
His thrusts grew rougher, more forceful as he repeatedly slammed his knot against the female's tight hole. With a massive roar, he thrust as hard as he could, feeling the slut's hole stretching out, before his knot slid in with a pop. His cock twitched inside of those warm walls as he began pumping out his massive load.
Spurt after spurt of warm, thick seed slid inside of the greedy hole beneath him, his knot making sure that not a single drop was wasted. Kilian growled, biting down on the dragoness' shoulder as he continued his short, fast thrusts, feeling the hot inner walls squeezing around his throbbing shaft.
He could hear something splashing against the carpet beneath him, the dragoness moaning loudly. Seems like her climax hit, he thought with a grin. His own was still going strong, and he could feel her stomach swelling out with how much he was giving her.
A few moments later, his own climax ended, the large blue dragon panting heavily as his body lay on top of Torin's, his cock still knotted inside of her.... No him! He huffed, shaking his head. It wasn't a good idea to stay in this room for too long. The lights made everyone nearby unable to think about anything but sex. The only reason he wasn't thinking of pounding Torin's plump, juicy ass again was.... Was.....
His cock twitched, making him groan. He was getting hard again, so soon after cumming? The lights were stronger than he thought! He tried moving back, but his cock was buried inside of Torin, his knot tugging at his tailhole. "Torin, come on, move backwards!" He grumbled, giving another tug.
Torin, however, instead gave off a pleasured moan, wiggling his rump a little more. "Torin?" He grunted, trying to ignore the bursts of pleasure coming from his shaft. And, unfortunately for him, it seemed Torin was still stuck in his haze of lust. Though at this point, it seemed the lights had sent him into an intense heat.
Kilian knew how insatiable Torin usually was, and how much worse it got during his heat. The last thing he needed was Torin to be even needier!
"Come on, snap out of it!" He growled, tugging harder. His cock was twitching again, and the slut seemed to enjoy it. Didn't she understand that if they didn't get out, he was going to end up pounding her tight hole again?
"You can be such a fucking bitch sometimes!" He grabbed hold of her shoulders, his tugs slowly turning into rough, short thrusts. "Is this what you want, you fucking slut? You want to be fucked for the rest of the day? Stuffed with my cum, whore? You want to be pregnant again!?"
With one rough tug, his knot popped free, leaving Torin's tailhole gaping. But Kilian didn't pull away. The lights and scent had gotten to him once more, and he instead slammed in, forcing his knot in once more. His knot was forced in and out as he knot-fucked the eager bitch beneath him.
"I bet you do, you slut. That's all you ever want. You want to get fucked until your swollen with eggs. In fact, I'm surprised you don't take up a job as a broodmother! No worries, you can be my little broodbitch." He growled out. Another new trigger. Necross had warned him about this one. It would make Torin much sluttier, but if he said it too much, the golden dragon would end up going into heat.
Not that he cared at this point. All he cared about was taking his pleasure from the dragoness, and he could feel her walls squeezing his cock faster. He huffed a few more times before slamming inside, roaring out in pleasure as his second climax hit. Torin's already swollen belly was forced even larger as waves of hot seed filled him up.
And the process repeated. Kilian would soon realize that he had knotted himself, again. He would try to get out, but would never be fast enough, and Torin would be too deep in his heat to want for anything except more cock. They fucked well into the night, their roars echoing out with every climax.
It would be early in the morning before Kilian finally managed to slide his knot free after countless climaxes, Torin's hole so stretched out that his knot came out with a little pop. He panted heavily, quickly backing out of the room and staring at the mess they had made.
Torin was utterly stuffed with his cum. His legs didn't even reach the ground, and his stretched ass was drooling Kilian's seed. At least the golden dragon looked like he was in bliss, his tail wagging happily. Though given how big he had swelled out, it would be a while before he'd be able to move.
And that wasn't even looking at the state of the room. Torin's own shaft had sprayed his seed all over the carpet, forming a puddle from all of the climaxes forced from him. Thankfully, the new carpet would help with the mess, but he doubted the smell would ever fade. Or the wet spot. The scroll that was lying off to the side was utterly destroyed, soaked with their fluids, though the rest of them were safe in their homes.
Grunting, Kilian made his way to his own room. His paws ran across the walls a little, before flicking one of the new switches there. Obviously, it would be a terrible idea for Torin's room to have the Fuckering Lights on all the time, so he had requested a switch to control them. While Torin drained out, maybe his heat would lessen.
Speaking of heat, now he had to make a potion so that Torin didn't jump on the first male he met in the streets, in addition to all of the other requests he had gotten. He still hadn't made dinner, and once he and Torin got some food in their bellies, as opposed to cum, he'd have to clean up Torin's room.
He swore that the tiny dragon made his life more difficult on purpose. But as he made his way to the kitchen, his tail swishing happily and his softening cock still covered in his cum, he knew that he wouldn't trade it for anything else.