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Safe in His Balls

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Jordan still remembered the slide into Rhett's balls, how it had felt like such a long way down for him. Of course, his tiny littlebody was much smaller prey than what the normalsized anthro drake was used to taking, but, somehow, that had just proven to be anotheradded facet to their relationship. It had brought them closer together, the tiny, little blue dragon with cute little horns and the muscled, weight lifting stud dragon with a cocky smirk on his black scaled muzzle.

He moaned, though he did not need to breathe down there, not where he was already perfectly comfortable, soft and safe and warm. His body was cradled by Rhett's cum, secure in his nuts, right where he neededto be where he belonged. He could be kept down there for days at a time, though Jordan quite often had to be persuaded or forced to cum back out again. Sometimes he could only be gotten back out of Rhett's nuts by the muscled stud dragon jacking off, stroking his dick, handling it with the due care that he always treated his little micro partner.

It was harder than ever for Jordan to not enjoy being down there, swimming and swirling, perhaps about the size of one of Rhett's nuts on his own. It was a large enough space down there to cradle and to hold him with a touch of restriction, but no more than that, moaning and whimpering, though any sounds he made would only vibrate ever so lightly into Rhett's balls. They would not be heard, let alone acknowledged, though Jordan wondered,from time to time, whether Rhett got odd looksand questions at the gym or when he was showering with his sports team, when his nuts were larger than usual.

It would be hot if they knew it was him, little Jordan down there, his little body tucked away, hidden and yet so close to their eyes. Jordan whimpered and squirmed, his paws finding his dick again, stroking and squeezing, thoughit was strange still to rub one out in there, slickcum flowing around his paws. It was virile and it was every part of him, his world suppressed to one of grey off-whiteness, drinking it down, present in every tiny crevice of his body.

Cum was everything when he'd been vored by Rhett's dick, when he was safe and sound from the wiles and troubles of the world in his nuts. He needed nothing more than that and he was right where he belonged, where he neededto be, squeezing his dick, jerking off, for such crude things could occur even in such peace and sanctity.

It made his chest catch to be down there,to be so crude and so lewd,panting, heaving, slurping up more and more cum even as he wallowed in it, awash with so much seed that it could hardly be believed. The little dragon squirmed and whimpered, even while he remained right where he neededto be, tail thrashing, losingsense of himself,where he was, only needingthe passion of the moment.

Jacking off might have seemedwrong in such a place,only because it could have been so much more sensual than what he made it. Yet some things, as much as one might have wanted them to be of a slower pace, drawn out and sweet, had to be rough and ready, to lean into the fetish of them, lurking and snarling, a beast in the darkness. Not all in the world, after all, had to be soft and sweet and he could take whatever it was that he wanted from the experience, twisting

and turning, wriggling and swirling around, his tail following the line of his twisting, half- floating motion.

As he bucked and thrust, he pushed up into the skin of his partner's sack, making a dragon- shaped bulge from the inside out, grunting and heaving, losing himself to passion. It was hard not to do that when there was nothing but passion down there, the rawness of sex swirling around him, reminding him of right where he was, what he needed to do, why he was there.

He only had to be, present in the current moment, no more than that. And that was the bliss of being kept in his partner's nuts, even as his bearer rose, on the move. Perhaps Jordan did not have too much time left in Rhett's nuts? Oh, well he'd best make the most of the time that he did have down there then!

He squirmed and twisted, wondering where Rhett was, even though he would find out soon enough. He stroked his cock, again and again, drinking down his partner's cum, running his tongue around his mouth, thoughthere was alwaysmore to come, more that filled the crevices of his maw as soon as he swallowed it down.

His orgasm was near, need pumping throughhim, grunting, groaning, as keen for it as ever. He couldn't remember how many times over he'd gotten off in his partner's nuts, even though there was something at play there,something that could only come out betweenthose that truly loved one another.

Care and tenderness...or lust and fetish? Who was to judge when it was something that only mattered to the two drakes?

Yet as he bellowed out his own mute orgasm in the sanctity of Rhett's nuts, he knew his time was short, something pushing, pressing in around him, the force of Rhett's masturbation pulsing. He needed it, yet he added one more cheeky load to the mess of cum, squirting and creaming, even as he trembled, knowing that his body was about to be ejaculated in that entire mess.

It had to be so, for he could not stay down there forever. But that did not mean that that was the best place for Jordan to be, safe and sound, as happy as a clam, all down in Rhett's balls.