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This story was written for xlTangolx. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and magical micro/size difference. :3

No Small Feat

Erna gurgled happily as one of Tango's fingers sank into her achingly sensitive yet still somehow needy nether regions. The silvery grey wyvern familiar hissed and shuddered as that huge digit spread her wide open, turning slowly, ever so carefully as the digit's tip probed, explored and sought out the female's sweet spot. She couldn't believe how good it felt, but more to the point she couldn't believe it had felt this good for this long. When she had enacted this plan she had expected the ruse it was based upon to last a couple of hours, three or four at most. After all, Tango may have been way hornier and more lustful a man than he liked to let on even to her, but he wasn't stupid. At least, Erna hadn't thought so.

But... if a little stupidity was what had kept him believing all this time, and if a little more would lead the far larger anthro dragon to continue to pleasure his micro-sized familiar through her supposed heat, Erna wasn't going to complain about it. She had cum so many times in the last few hours, so often and so hard that at times she had been certain she would have to confess the truth or risk going insane from over-stimulation. But each time that had happened thus far, something had held her tongue. Something had stopped her from admitting that all of this had been a ruse; that there was in fact nothing keeping her from changing size and letting Tango give her the deep, hard fucking which would sate her heat once and for all. Or, indeed the truth that there was no heat at all, and everything that Erna claimed to need in terms of pleasure and stimulation right now... it was all just greed. Just hungry, lustful, shameless greed.

And though maintaining this harmless falsehood was no small feat as her body was driven to extremes of ecstasy the likes of which the familiar hadn't felt in as long as she could remember, god had it been worth it so far.

"Yes. Yesssssss... r-right there..."

She hissed, arching her back and kicking out with her hind legs while her winged forelimbs scratched and clawed at the pillow below with their sharp clawed fingertips. Tango's finger had found the spot he was looking for, and now with all its huge and yet unbearably tender girth it found its fingertip rubbing with unceasing passion directly and wholly over Erna's g-spot. Already the wyvern's body had been driven to orgasm countless times by Tango's tongue, the whole of her lower body's scales glistening with his saliva even now. He'd probed her depths as best he could with his larger, thicker tongue, but not with the same control a finger could provide. A finger, more slender and agile, could strike deeper. Could do more than flick and tease a swollen clit to repeated ecstasy while probing at the very outskirts of her pussy's interior. It could slide in deeper. Deeper, filling Erna to such extremes that she blushed as she began to feel like a popsicle upon a stick, only to withdraw just enough for that fingertip to grind and hammer at her g-spot again before sliding deeper once more.

It was no wonder that before long, barely a minute after his finger had slid into her, Erna's eyes were bulging and her muzzle hanging slack. Magical energy crackled in her bright green eyes, and it took all the focus that remained for the familiar not to make herself grow right there and then. Her body was silently begging, wordlessly demanding for the real thing now. She wanted to feel Tango's cock inside of her. She wanted to feel his cum flood her, and to hear his roars light up the bedroom alongside her shrill shrieks of orgasmic rapture. But... no. Not yet. She wanted to make this last. To push herself, to push both of them to their absolute limits. And if that meant waiting another minute, another hour, a whole day of having Tango pleasure her and tease her tiny form to such rampant and joyous excess that she felt like she might go mad... well, there were worse things in life, she supposed.

"Cumming! T-Tango... I... yes... yes! I'm... aahhh!"

The wyvern wailed and gasped savagely as at the last possible second Tango dragged his twitching and wriggling finger out of her entirely. She looked up into his face, the rich green scales upon his cheeks tinted with a slight pink flush as he watched hungrily, giddily in expectation. And sure enough, she delivered. With a frantic roar as her back legs kicked and flailed in mid-air, a hot streak of ejaculate poured from her stretched and well-worked pussy as she lost all control and descended once more into the rapturous embrace of orgasm. She writhed upon the pillow as Tango's face loomed over her, moving in close to watch, to admire the wild and desperate fury of her peak in all its glory. His hot breath washed over her, and she shrieked again. Again in intense lust as he smiled amidst her bliss and growled to her in a deep, passionate rumble of his own obvious longing.

"God, Erna. I want to fuck you so badly. T-to... to see your heat finally satisfied."

Erna's voice caught in her throat as she tried to cry out, to tell him that he could. That she had been lying all this time, and if he truly wanted it he could take his rock hard cock and press it inside of her right now. Fill her. Fuck her. Not just once, but over and over again until every orgasm he had given her these past few hours had been repaid in full. Before she could though, he moaned to her once again.

"B-but, I know I can't. I... I know you're stuck that way, and... it's okay. I promise, I'll see you through this heat. I know when you're able, y-you'll give me everything back in return and then some. But until then, f-for the next few days... I won't stop. Every waking moment. Every second. Every instant, I... I'll be here for you. Making you scream. Making you cum. Trying to satisfy you, e-even if I'm too big to give you what I know you really need."

She had barely stopped cumming when his smiling muzzle lowered itself down between her legs once more. The wyvern's chest was still heaving, her breath ragged and short when he planted a soft, playful kiss upon the smooth scales of her belly, then nuzzled his way down with a rumbling growl and allowed his thick, hot tongue to slurp out over the length of her slit and the swollen, over-worked clitoris at its apex. Her eyes bulged anew, and as his own eyes closed in rapt focus as he began to feast all over again, Erna groaned in a mixture of absolute joy, and frantic, almost nervous fatigue.

He wasn't going to stop.

He wasn't ever going to stop. And incredible, glorious as that should have been for her to hear, she couldn't help but quake in something akin to terror as much as lust at that thought. This game had been so deliciously fun thus far, but just how far could she take it? Just how far dared she take it, before finally confessing to the truth.

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Tango moaned into his familiar's pussy, flicking his tongue back and forth over her tiny clitoris while between his own legs his untouched, untapped arousal throbbed and begged for attention. He worked diligently. Tirelessly, and with genuine joy as he pleasured his heat stricken partner to climax after climax after sweet, selfless and indulgent climax.

Of course, he knew it was all absolute bull. He'd seen the look on her face. The amusement, then the surprise, then the outright shock and wonder in Erna's eyes as he kept on pleasing and stimulating her without pause. He knew that she was faking her heat, and that at any time she could drop the act, grow and allow him to let himself loose inside her. But rather than call the enchanted wyvern on her playful deception, the dragon had thought of a far more entertaining way to play this out. A way to attempt to trick the trickster. He would play dumb. Play the role of the loving and kindly partner so caught up in giving his companion what she so desperately needed that he would seem blind to her well hidden but increasingly obvious fatigue, and the heat stricken frenzy that was now almost entirely absent as he wore her out with climax after intense, gushing climax.

When she wanted to admit the truth, he'd let her. He still hadn't decided how he would respond then, of course. Whether he would act shocked, maybe even offended by her lies and let her work to earn his forgiveness, or whether he would simply smile at her, tell her he knew all along, and immediately give her exactly what she wanted while revelling in the look of shock and bashful confusion that would doubtlessly begin spreading over her face.

But, until then there was only one way for Tango to react. One way for him to play along with Erna's supposedly heat-stricken and size-locked self. To play along. To pleasure her, stimulate her and make her cum over and over and over again, and with every flooding wave of liquid lust to pour forth from his tiny lover, to look forward with ever greater lust and passion to the moment when those hot juices would come splashing out around the tight seal of her clutching pussy and his throbbing, cumming cock.

"A-aaahh... Tango..."

He grinned as he felt Erna's wings encircling his muzzle once more. Her back legs wrapping around his jaws as best they could while he nestled in tenderly between her delicate lower limbs and lapped ceaselessly at her clutching, quivering depths. He pulled back, just slightly and just for a moment, and growled to her.

"It's okay, Erna. I... I'll keep going. I know how needy you are. How desperate. But, don't worry. I won't stop, not for anything."

His smile grew wider still, concealed by the wyvern's own wings as she cried out in even greater and more wildly overwhelmed desperation. Did she even suspect that he knew about her own deception? Was she really so overwhelmed and blissed out by his repeated pleasurable assaults upon her body that it had never once crossed her mind that he might be playing her at her own game?

He pursed his lips against her delicate nether regions, applying the slightest sucking pressure as his tongue teased forth and grazed her swollen clit one more time. Again she roared. Again the smallest but most lewdly exuberant gush of squirting ejaculate splashed out against his tongue, rich and sweet. Again Erna climaxed and writhed beneath him for a good fifteen seconds before falling briefly limp and quaking in satisfaction. But when he kept going, when he kept nuzzling and slurping and teasing her with his tongue, she soon tensed up again. She cried out in even more frantic ecstasy at the touches to her now far more sensitive pussy, but did not seek to push him away. Indeed she clutched at him tighter, and in a ragged, frenzied cry begged the knowingly smirking dragon for more.

"D-don't stop!"

If she knew, it was no small feat to play the double-agent game this well. And if she didn't... if she truly had no idea that Tango was now playing her like this, then surely with every brain-sapping, mind-bending orgasm her body was forced to endure the likelihood of her doing so now grew even more slim. Either way, Tango's task remained the same. A job that may have been in part to tease and chide his lover and dear familiar for her deceit, but one that he relished nonetheless. To pleasure her. To drive her wild, and in short to do exactly as she commanded in her lust-drunken, pleasure-weary haze.

To not stop. Not now. Not later. Not for a single second of respite, until Erna begged him to do otherwise.

So, he did.

He tongued Erna. He groped and pressed inside her with his fingers. He lay on his side, showing off his rigid and drooling erection to her, and whispered to the wyvern exactly how he wanted to fuck her, holding but not stroking his own achingly needy member as he urged her to stroke herself while she stared and drooled hungrily over his body. And she took it all. Every orgasm crashed over the tiny silver morsel of a familiar harder and more violently than the last. Hours passed. A fevered morning of sex turned into an afternoon delight, and before Tango knew it the bedroom was growing dim again, the light fading even as Erna let loose an obviously exhausted but still pleasure-maddened shriek and once again poured her hot juices out over the muzzle upon which she was lying, Tango now beneath her again as he urged and groaned at her to ride him. To hump at his maw, and ride his slick tongue to the next few orgasms her heat stricken form so obviously craved.

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A whole day passed by in that frenzy of shared pleasure, broken only by the briefest of breaks for bathroom use and a few thirst-quenching glasses of water.

Almost twelve hours of time not wasted, but certainly spent in a manner other than either of them could possibly have planned. Both dragon and wyvern still believed themselves to be in control, to be teasing and manipulating their lover into greater and greater extremes of bliss, but in truth neither one of them was in any way in control by that point. They were running on auto-pilot. Bodies locked into a seemingly endless cycle of giving on Tango's part and receiving on Erna's own. Dragging themselves whimpering and gasping from orgasm to orgasm torn from Erna's writhing body, the female familiar desperate in her over-stimulation and Tango similarly frantic in his lack of any release, neither one of them could see any ending other than their partner giving in. And yet, as time continued to tick by and respective orgasms and complete denial continued to burn their way through the lover's bodies, that ending did not come.

It went on, and on, and on until...

Tango woke up.

He groaned, and blushed as he felt his erection throbbing between himself and the bed upon which he was lying. Slowly he opened his eyes, blinking them in the bright sunlight shining through the bedroom window. Looking to his side, not even lifting his head from where it was at rest, the dragon shuddered as he saw Erna stirring from her own slumber. Memories flashed through his mind. Memories of an intense, incredible dream. No wonder he was so hard, after a subconscious fantasy like that.

The male rolled over, kissing Erna upon the head as the small wyvern pulled herself from her slumber, blinking and blushing as in her first true moments of coherent thought she felt Tango's lips upon her. That sensation brought back a flood of other vivid feelings, and she barely held back an audible, rather excited gasp. She watched Tango rise from the bed and wander out into the main body of the house, still lying back against the pillow as her toes curled, her legs feeling oddly tired and heavy despite a restful night full of oh so pleasant dreams. Perhaps as few as twenty seconds later though, the familiar heard a muffled gasp of shock from the other side of their small home. She heard the thudding of footsteps, and suddenly Tango was back standing in the bedroom doorway clutching a handful of what seemed to be the day's mail.

"E-Erna... yesterday..."

As she looked him up and down, blushing at the intense, twitching and now dripping excitement of his morning wood, Erna felt her nether regions give a throbbing of their own. Not only an act of longing as they recognised the male's arousal before them and craved its presence, but... one of fatigue too. A slight soreness.

She watched as Tango held out the mail, showing her several envelopes with the date-stamps of their sending upon them.

"These would have arrived yesterday. A-and these... today. I... I thought, did we actually..."

Erna giggled bashfully. She lifted her head from the pillows, her long neck stretching out as her winged arms pushed her body up from the bed, and twisted her lithe body so that she could press her face to her own crotch. Her small, agile tongue darted out, and flicked just once across her glistening clitoris. A sharp bolt of intense pleasure crashed through her, and she flung her head back with a gasp at just how sensitive, how raw her clit felt. As though it had endured a whole day of near constant stimulation from a huge, rough tongue.

"Apparently we did. I kinda thought it was a dream there for a moment too. Did... did I pass out last night?"

Stepping back closer to the bed, setting the mail aside as he did so, Tango flopped down upon the sheets and crawled once more to lie beside his familiar. He stared at her in wonder, shaking his head gently.

"If you did... I must have too. Oh my god, Erna. We... did we really... all day?"

Again the wyvern giggled, though beneath her silvery grey scales her face was flushed as she grinned at the much larger dragon.

"Well, I certainly did. Jesus, Tango. That tongue. Those fingers. I kept waiting for you to stop, t-to... to beg for your turn. But, you just kept going, and going, a-and..."

The dragon cut her off with a warm chuckle, his eyes flashing playfully as he reached out and stroked the smooth belly of his familiar, fingers falling just short of assailing her crotch all over again.

"I had to, didn't I? I couldn't leave you all pent up, helpless and heat-stricken now, could I?"

He paused for a second, smirking as he remembered something else about the day before. The day which, impossible as it seemed, actually appeared to have happened.

"Although, I guess it paid off, hmm? You seem much more coherent now. Almost as though you're... not in heat any more."

The familiar's eyes widened. She gasped as she realised that she'd entirely forgotten to keep up the pretence under which she had been working. Of course, a part of her knew that this would be the perfect moment to reveal the truth. To confess her playful ruse to the man before her and see what he and his still rigid, achingly unattended cock would do to her after that admission. But, the mischievous and playful side of the wyvern couldn't help but want to see if she could take things just the tiniest bit further than they had already progressed, if for no other reason than to see just how insanely gullible Tango could be without the existing haze of lust surrounding him in quite so intoxicating a fashion.

"A-actually, it's... um... it's still there. I just... I'm holding it back. I'm tired. A... a l-little tender from yesterday, and that helps. What you did, it really did help. I couldn't have slept a whole night without what you did. But, s-soon, Tango... soon I'll..."

Her voice trailed off as she saw something in her lover's eyes. Something that made the wyvern feel a sudden pang of an emotion she wasn't all that accustomed to feeling, or having reason to feel. Guilt. She saw a frown cross Tango's features, and whimpered as he spoke in return.

"Dammit. I... I was hoping you'd at least be in control enough to grow a little. After all we did yesterday, all I gave to you... I was hoping that maybe, m-maybe it'd be enough to give your mind enough control to wield your magic. To let you change. Not for me. N-not so I can get off, though... that would be pretty great right now. But, knowing that you needed it so badly, but not being able to give it to you, Erna, it was terrible. All I wanted to do was make love to you properly. To give you everything I have. Everything you deserve, f-for being so good to me."

Erna trembled as she watched the seemingly heartbroken look on Tango's face, the male seemingly appalled at the idea of not being able to truly please and satisfy her. It was simultaneously the most sorrowful and yet excitingly erotic thing she could possibly have imagined. She wanted nothing more than to fling herself at him in that instant. To magic herself to a greater size, to pounce upon him and wrap his cock up in her tight depths right there and then. And... the more she felt that desire build and swell inside of her, the more that Erna realised there was only one thing keeping her from doing precisely that.

Herself.

"T-then... do it."

She closed her eyes as they began to glow a brighter, magically enhanced green. She heard a gasp as Tango saw her body beginning to grow before his eyes. Not huge, not to his size or even larger, but from the size of the male's head to a more dog-like scale, around the length of his torso instead. Big enough to fit his ample and oh so rigid, ready cock, but only just. Exactly the way they both liked it.

"But, Erna... h-how...? Your heat?"

The wyvern opened her eyes as she heard Tango addressing her in a stunned, joyous gasp, but her expression changed from one of slight nervousness as she prepared to own up to her deception to one of confusion, then embarrassment as she saw the smirk upon the male's face.

He crawled over to her. He straddled her body, and grabbed her back legs, tugging her into place between his legs with a squeal of glee from Erna herself.

He leaned over, and pecked her upon her still small, every bit as beautiful face.

"A whole day you made me wait. Tricking me. Getting me to get you off, time and time and time again, Erna."

He kissed her again before pulling himself upright, grasping his cock by its base and guiding it into position between the legs of his trembling, blushing, now hungrily panting familiar.

"But... that meant you had to wait, too. You might not have been in heat, but I know what you like. What you want. And I know there must have been a part of you that was waiting, begging for me to not be able to handle it any longer. To break down and beg you to let me try and fuck you, or even just... rub myself against you. Have your tiny maw wrapped around the tip as I cum down your throat. Going a whole day without tasting a single drop of my cum... I don't know how you managed it."

By the time he fell silent, Erna's face was crimson beneath her scales. Burning bright as she realised that he had known potentially all along, and had been playing her just as she had thought herself to be playing him. She whimpered as she realised what that meant. That all that time yesterday when she had been writhing beneath his tongue or his fingers, it could so easily have been his cock. If only he'd broken down. If only she hadn't been so damn stubborn and tried to tease it out of him.

The mere thought of how long she'd waited, how long she'd delayed things made the wyvern growl and moan in desperation. She stared up at Tango hungrily, finally ready and able to claim his cock as she should have done much, much sooner. She finally swallowed her pride and with a long, desperate whimper, she begged the dragon to give her well-worked, still tender and weary body exactly what it still craved without end through each and every orgasm granted to her the previous day.

"Fuck me, Tango. Cum inside me. P-please..."

In that moment, a devious thought ran through the dragon's mind.

She had made him wait. Teased him. Tormented him with a lack of what she knew deep down he must surely have wanted from her. So... why didn't he do the same? Why didn't he torment her, and make Erna wait just a little longer for the sensation of his cock spreading her and filling her to complete, long sought satisfaction.

It crossed his mind, yes, but only for a moment.

He grinned at his smaller, desperately writhing and whimpering lover, and growled under his breath even as he began to push his cock into her tight, soaking wet pussy.

"A-all you had to do... all you ever had to do, Erna... was ask."

By Jeeves

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