Slits with Benefits
This is an illustrated story collab I've done with The_secret_cave
Description: Felran, a young scholarly drake infatuated with his friend Sekiei, navigates through the tumultuous waters of untimely lust and shocking sexual novelties.
Felran(c) belongs to me
Sekiei(c) belongs to The_secret_cave
***Slits with Benefits***
"Come on. Just a few steps further. It's like walking on the damp sand after the rain. Exactly like that." Sekiei demonstrated the ease of simply stepping onto the soggy patch of sand. The calm waves of the sea lapped at it, slipping over the white dragon's paws, bathing them in revolting wetness.
Felran cringed. Every scale on his body shuddered, for nothing was worse to him that wet pads. The sand would cover them wholly. Clumps of it would sneak between his toes, forcing him to jerk his paws at every step to get rid of that ticklish, uncomfortable feeling.
"Why did you come to the beach, then, if not for the union of land and sea?" his friend's fins drooped in disbelief. "Your scent is so crip I'm inclined to believe you bathe every other day, so why is this so different than the mountain rivers and lakes?"
"It's salty. The floor's coarser the further you go in, and if there is algae tangling around your limbs like...hrrh...," his mane fluffed up at the horribleness of that feeling. Better to just linger on the shore, where the sand was fine, dry and heated to the right temperature by the young morning sun. There was joy to be found in admiring Sekiei's majestic form as he frolicked amidst the waves. He could take in all those minute details of his agile body conquer the sea in order to save that memory to dream about it later.
To think that his minimalistic studies on dream magic paid off in the most bizarre way...
"Between the sea and you, I'm certain you're the saltier," the white drake shrugged his striking purple-hued wings, their membrane edged by icy tongues of flame. Not quite the badgering sort that risked flaring Felran's guilt with his decision, Sekiei waded further into the sea's embrace, receiving it with a delighted roar.
"No wonder he's stronger than me..." Felran mused as he watched the water's weight hurl at Sekiei without sweeping him off his feet. He preferred to train other aspects of himself, prizing his sharp intellect over unsophisticated brawn. Then again, Sekiei made it look so pleasant, so easy, and a little more endurance went a long way in earning the approval of many a female that held it in high regard.
For if he couldn't stand his own against them, then how could he hope to protect their den?
The churn of the sea intrigued Felran as much as it intimidated him. From where he was, water either flowed in a continuous stream or it stood still. This sea, however, seemed to possess a will of its own. Every wave seemed different in some ways. While one had a more noticeable crest, the next could be just a ripple. Unnoticeable on the surface, yet imbued with equal strength.
No wonder Sekiei enjoyed their erratic whims so much. His body seemed equipped with the right features to navigate the currents, starting at the striking mauve webbing stretching between select group of spines and ending with powerful wings. Compared to Felran's feathered ones, the seemingly thin yet sturdy membrane granted him impressive abilities, such as bursts of speed while submerged, gliding in place under the waves, or sudden halts.
Or so he imagined it, for Felran had never dipped his head under the water's surface, let alone disappear beneath it like Sekiei proved just now. He popped up a few seconds later, all of his frills shuddering to shake off water off them.
The expressiveness of his crest and cheek frills made Felran's heart flutter on numerous occasion, but now, when slickened by water and enriched by his genuine grin, they seemed far more enchanting. Attractive.
Undeniably lovely.
Sekiei's joy was infectious, so much so that Felran swallowed back the pang of reluctance for going in and took several steps forward. He stopped shy of the humid line in the sand, wing feathers ruffled from instinctive shock at getting them impregnated with saltwater.
He wasn't meant for the ocean; to breathe in the briny air, tread upon sand so hot it almost burned his pads, or risk being swept away by currents his seemingly dainty paws couldn't withstand. Sekiei's longer toes and wicked grey claws could sink into the bedding and anchor him in place, whereas Felran's thin, feline-like ones would simply slide right through the sand. His features alone provided stark contrast to the pearl-colored drake whose faded stripes glimmered against the sun like streaks of silver, with only their golden plates to act as a similarity. The fan of feathers tipping his tail would turn flaccid and useless, as would all his lush, long feathers. Worse fared his mane. He knew from experience how wet fur sagged and stuck to his face, bothering his eyes to no end.
Aside from that joking remark, Sekiei said nothing more. He wished not stir shame within Felran, nor make him regretful for missing out on what seemed like the ultimate thrilling experience for him. The way he swam against the waves or flowed with them further enchanted Felran. In that moment, nothing seemed more beautiful to Felran than his friend, one he could share everything with.
Including the more intimate variety of talks and experiences. As he tried to shift on his haunches only to immediately jump back on his feet from how hot the sand felt against his vulnerable tailhole, Felran remembered why nothing happened between the two of them as of yet. Like with this immediate jolt of discomfort from a simple touch, he feared that being taken in the rear would...it wouldn't...that he might not enjoy it as much as Sekiei expected!
And what else was left to share between two males, other than affection-filled words and gentle caress? His soft pads could accomplish something, but what if Sekiei took it as an insult to have mere feet fondle his most sensitive parts?
Just as Sekiei jovially swam through the calm water, a distant speckle of white and radiant indigo against the horizon, Felran waded through the thick mire of thoughts impeding the intensity of his feelings. Sekiei's kind, caring, carefree personality had stripped every layer of defense he had, laying his emotions bare. He certainly knew they existed, just not the full extent of them.
But how to approach this matter without raising expectations? Without going in the way of his lusts, should they flare bright? Felran had so little experience in that regard, having never been with male nor female. His paws had been his introduction into the world of intimate pleasure, for his tongue...his maw...those teeth...
He shuddered at the simple idea of it, aware he'd lack the self-control needed to adequately protect his shaft from bouncing against one of his fangs. Sekiei had no such reservations. He frolicked with whoever got close to his heart, presuming they got over the initial anxiety of letting a more experienced dragon tend to them, or be attended first.
Being tended...Felran's slit shuddered and tightened, spilling out the spade of his tip, the nubs edging it small and soft. The approaching form of Sekiei immediately forced it back, shriveled by the slither of anxiety setting his scales on edge.
"So," Sekiei said from afar, fanning out his spikes to stretch those frills wide in anticipation for the inevitable whirlwind of motion that followed.
"Ghhr..." Felran stepped back, shielding his eyes with a shame-filled paw. What was he, a dog? He certainly had the demeanor of one, easily excitable no matter what.
"Where do we head to in order to loosen up some of that stiffness?" He leaned a wing against Felran's side to test just how warm his scales had gotten, only to jump back at how loud he could yelp.
"C--cold!"
"Mhhhm, just the thing your lethargic body and mind needs to unwind." He tried it again, but Felran darted away from the predictable attempt, turning to the cliffs overlooking a distant lagoon.
"The Clearwater Lagoon?" Sekiei stepped up next to him. "Good choice. And after you're done bathing in that still, harmless water, perhaps you can check out my secret cave," his mischievous blue eyes slowly turned to him. "Does that--"
"Yes," Felran's tongue got the better of him. That one rushed word got his blood sizzling even more than the sun's scorching rays already did. How was it even possible to feel his flushed cheeks throb with warmth after laying here for dozens of minutes?!
"H--hey..." Sekiei chuckled awkwardly, reaching out with a forepaw to check the temperature of Felran's brow for sunstroke, but the younger drake wove his neck away, smiling awkwardly at the many ways in which that could be interpreted. "I didn't mean it like that. A lair! A secret lair! Better?"
Too late. Felran's wings already unfurled, prepared to take him far away from this highly uncomfortable situation. How could he even face him after implying such a brash thing?!
"Come on then. Remain too behind, and you'll never find it!" Sekiei took off first, aware that the best way to get through Felran's episodes of acute bashfulness was simply to shift his mind to better prospects.
In contrast with Sekiei's sluggish lift-off, Felran needed only a few flaps of his wings and a mild dash to gain altitude. Feathers might not be able to sustain a prolonged flight without draining considerable amounts of stamina, but their maneuverability enabled Felran to catch up to Sekiei and start pestering him with light shoulder butting.
Not so comfortable up here, was he? His flared frills couldn't quite mask the panic permeating his wide eyes; the delightful yelps, sharp enough to breech through the whoosh of the rushing wind.
"What's the matter?" Felran breached through his paltry mental defenses to communicate with him through the only way available up here. "You were so elegant in the water. So confident. Isn't the sky your domain as well?"
"N....R...y...."
Not really. That was easy enough to figure out. The following rant, however, was not. The accusatory way in which his jaws yapped his grievances convinced Felran to give up this childish silliness and fall into formation with Sekiei, their wing tips almost brushing against one another.
"Have I told you about this recent text I found? It was supposedly recorded by Caerlymm, the third kobold head scribe and the closest any of his kind has gotten to the royal court of...."
Oh, how he loved monologuing about his latest and most interesting discoveries! Unable to shut his mind from him, Sekiei had no choice but to take all that influx of information. In the past, he often attempted to interfere with Felran's storytelling by performing the most ridiculous maneuvers, as if twists and turns, dives and barrel rolls somehow affected the strength of their mental bond. These days, he maintained a straight and clean flight, tolerating--if not secretly enjoying--his discoveries."
"Some kobold, a sylvan queen, a magical disaster, runed pottery, the gnoll armistice--how are these even related?!"
"They aren't," Felran touched down on the slick stone at the base of the widest cavern here in the lagoon. "They're just highlights from my research. Fascinating thing, the history of runed pottery. It grandfathered the current imbuement systems we use to this day."
"I don't need to know how something came to be in order to use it," Sekiei hugged his tail around Felran's neck like a scarf, leading him into the dappled shadows stretching inside the uneven corridor.
"Be officially welcomed into my Cave of Plunders!" His wings flared in excitement before an unexciting tunnel so dark Felran could barely make out the stone candles he risked bumping into. "It does not look like much now, but the further you go in, the better it gets!"
"And what constitutes as your plunder? Impressionable males?" That half a joke added extra strength to the tail hug. Though it almost choked him, Felran took it as a sign of affection, continuing after Sekiei's certain steps through the dank, cavernous depths.
"You already know of my seashells collection. Then there are a few glowrune-inscribed vases, primitive artwork etched on stone slates, and males of all varieties," he turned to wink at the increasingly stiff drake. Him teasing about it was one thing, but when the more charming Sekiei broached the topic of former sexual adventures, it flooded Felran's stomach with butterflies.
"You should've seen the last one, a furred drake. Looked like a proper wet rat! Or have I imagined that? Mrr...he was so similar to you when it comes to his relationship with water, lingering on the stone ledge, wearing a dreamy, infatuated look."
"You must get that a lot..."
"The full male? Or just their gawking?" Sekiei tensed his crest frills teasingly, his version of fluffing up to amplify his cuteness. "Contrary to what you think, I don't bring everyone here. You're actually the second..."
The....second? Blood surged into Felran's cheeks, shading them closer to the color of the fur tufts lining his lower jaw. He always believed to have been more. That practically made Sekiei a more experienced and eloquent virgin!
Wait. That made no sense. But still! To be invited into his more secluded home on a whim got Felran's spine tingling with enthusiasm. Perhaps with an added tinge of infatuation as well, for who wouldn't feel that in his place?
Sekiei's excited trill returned Felran back to the present, one in which they no longer hobbled through cramped tunnels, but made it into a grand chamber filled by the musical murmur of flowing water.
"Don't fluff up your crest, tailfan and wings all at once. That would be too much of a compliment."
"I--I was thinking about--what is this place?!" Felran's ears drooped in awe of such a grand cavern of otherworldly beauty. Shafts of light sneaked through nooks in the ceiling, casting rippling dapples upon the luxurious interior. The waterfall caught his attention first, where a river on the surface slunk its way down a treacherous path to create a curtain of sparkling splendor down here. If watched from the right angle, he could spot the colors of the rainbow within the misty tapestry woven by the ceaseless spray. Split into several streams, the widest portion of the waterfall fueled a basin edged by rocks of all sizes, likely hurled down here from the surface before it sealed itself shut.
"And that's not all," Sekiei pointed his snout at the warm, even glow of lantern spheres spilling from an adjacent corridor. "It gets drier inside. Warmer too. Perfect for the most comfortable bed you've ever stretched on."
Felran considered it, but right now, he preferred Sekiei wet. No, not in that way! Washed! Wiped free of all that dried salt beginning to fleck on his scales.
"That's your spot," the white drake's wing guided Felran to a smooth and relatively even ledge that gradually slated to one end until it slipped into the water. The higher ground had a more abrupt drop, perfect for vantage.
"That is where those of your non-swimming persuasion lay down and admire."
With his tail uncoiled from Felran's sinuous neck, Sekiei broke into an excited trot, all of his frills spread wide, ready to be dunked and rinsed into clean water.
"This is your final chance to change your mind," Sekiei strolled into the inviting pool, creating pleasant ripples with every dunking step he took. "It's a little colder than the sea, but it invigorates your muscles and soothes aching wings."
Felran settled down on the higher lip of stone forming the pool's upper shore. The air here smelled crisp in spite of its subterranean hues, and the convenient barrier of boulders blotting out the fall of water closest to him kept the spray at bay.
Was Sekiei aware that he emitted that musical hum whenever he swam in his silly circles? Just like a crocodile, only the top of his head and wings and back frills remained on the surface. Whether he crouched in the water or the depth of the pool kept his swimming paws suspended, he couldn't tell.
Nor did it matter. The elegance of his friend was mesmerizing and his joyful trilling intoxicating.
"Attention check!" A wing suddenly lashed out at the water, displacing a rain of droplets aiming straight at Felran. His well-honed feline reflexes--as befitting a young dragon ever on edge--saved his dignity this time, but Sekiei's mirthful grin hinted that more tests shall follow.
"You're supposed to admire. Cherish. Applaud the fluidity of my swimming expertise." An unnervingly long dip beneath the surface followed. Felran thought nothing of it at first. Even after the restless water stirred, sea dragons like Sekiei were known for their extraordinary breath-holding feats.
One minute passed. Then two. As the third began--according to Felran's mental counting--the nervously pacing drake actually considered diving in to pull his pranking friend to the surface.
The explosive leap, enhanced by a strong beat of his wings, rocketed Sekiei straight onto Felran's ledge in a mighty burst of splashing water.
"Eeeh!" Felran instantly darted further into the cavern, his heart pounding in his ears.
"Khhrahhhaha!" Sekiei toppled onto his side from laughter, beating his wings and kicking his paws like some unrefined adolescent. "You really....you're...like a deer, only several magnitudes more skittish!"
"Rrrf..." In response, Felran folded his wings neatly, neck stretched tall to adopt the visage of the cultured dragon that he was. "Infantilism..."
"Reh,"Sekiei shifted onto his stomach before pushing his legs and wings outward to splay in the truest sense of the word. "You know who the most well-spoken dragons are? Philosophers and virgins. The first have a reason behind the stiffness. The latter simply compensates."
An hour ago, that would have gotten Felran's ears all steamy, but they remained as cool as his surprisingly dry pads. "Don't you have a better place to dry? Not only do you look ridiculous, but the top of your left wing..."
His turning head took note of the sprinkle of water dotting the cerulean-streaked membrane. "So glad you asked!"
Sekiei pulled up that mass of sagging wings and frills, strolling to an alcove situated to the side of the tunnel leading further into the light. Felran made sure to keep appropriate distance as he passed by, following with slow, wary steps in case he decided to flap a few errant droplets his way.
"I had this installed here for this very reason," an extended wing invited Felran inside the middle of a ring surrounded by runed glass cylinders about as tall as a dragon. Spaced far enough from one another to permit entry from every point, they permitted the two to enter from different sides to converge in the middle.
"Don't worry," Sekiei the damp-smelling winked that left teal eye of his, "It's not a trap. But it could be, depending on how much you relish heat!"
A single tap of his claw tip on a specific rune drawn upon one of the pillars activated its smoky, distorted glow. The others rippled to life as well, bound by a basic resonance spell which shared the input on one pillar with the rest of them.
How much did it...Oh wait. Longer, gripping fingers. A lifetime of short, stubby toes had Felran question the means and costs of transportation in every relevant occasion.
"There," Sekiei said a few claw taps later. "Medium intensity, sunset lighting. The color of romance."
There was nothing romantic in his ungainly flop that shoved his genital slit right into Felran's face. But those cute paws tucked to his chest, his dreamy expression, the sprawled and relaxed wings...
"What?" He poked a hind paw at him, tensing his wing talons with the urge to buffet him away. "Lie down, you pervert..."
Sekiei's haunch shielded the pink slit marking his gender from view. "It's like in public baths. The one who remains standing is the biggest deviant in the room."
The claws on Felran's paws shot out all at once, shocked by that accusation. "I--I haven't even--"
"Mrrm," a sly grin formed on Sekiei's muzzle. Lethargic eyelids slowly engulfed his eyes, all while his thighs spread open to receive the warmth upon their sensitive insides. "We've all done that during the first time. Hope you had good company."
What a pointless and flustering topic! Rather than subject himself to such mortification, Felran eased himself down on the available space, of which Sekiei left not much of.
"Just stretch your wings over mine," Sekiei slipped his wing under Felran's feathered one without even cracking his eye open. "I'm not going to widen this space. It's perfect as it is."
Felran wouldn't have minded a blanket under his back to muffle the hardness of the stone floor. Though pleasantly even, it still stabbed at his shoulder bones and hips. And he looked ridiculous too with the hind paws up in the air, like some feline begging for quality petting.
The glow emanating from the surrounding orange spires felt surprisingly pleasant to his belly and paw pads, at least. While his golden plates allowed little in the way of sensitivity--similar to callused palms in the case of a human, according to his research--his pads soaked the oozing warmth. Previously clenched and uncomfortable, his toes began to fan, wiggle and thrust closer to the nearest source of soothing bliss for an enhanced experience.
This felt so nice! How come he did not think of getting such contraption installed in his lair?
"Does this--"
Felran's jaw immediately hung. One twist of his head was all it took to come face to cock with Sekiei's forming erection.
No. Not just forming, but close to its full potential. The array of small nubs fanning outward from his spade acquired due prominence, same for the ones dotting the underside of his shaft close to the base of his shallow knot.
He gulped long and hard at such lascivious sight, more so when the tip looked eerily similar to his. He had a more consistent row of little nubs lining the bottom of his member, however, not the intermittent ones that Sekiei sported.
Blazes! Why did his vent turn all tingly and stiff? He preferred females! Sure that Sekiei had an infectious personality that could get any dragon, male or female, daydreaming about cuddling with him, but Felran wasn't...he couldn't...
The peeking tip of his forming spade, coated in virgin scent bound to get Sekiei's attention, begged to differ. The best thing to do was roll to the side, get up and find an excuse to leave this place, but Felran remained completely stunned by disbelief.
By how pleasurable it felt to grow so fast and so quick simply from noticing the state of serene relaxation of his friend. Hot, bothered breaths rolled from his flared nostrils. Lust laced the panic creeping under his scales, folding his expressive tailfan into an unattractive line.
"Mmm, warmed up, I see..." Sekiei's languid form shifted. He...he was getting up. He was coming over!
Felran's hind paw rushed to push his grinning snout away, but it was little more than a boop, easily deflected by his caring tongue. A few laps of his tongue over the receptive surface of his pads, and Felran's defenses crumbled instantly. Not due to those paw licks--though they definitely felt exquisite--but because the year-long fantasy of Sekiei's tongue around...around his...was finally happening.
It was happening!
And all Felran could do was watch helplessly as Sekiei lasciviously trailed his tongue over one of his toes, petrified by the intense pounding threatening to split his skull apart. His throat never felt so dry, so tight, the drake completely unable to swallow and moisten it while paralyzed by nerves.
Sekiei empathized with Felran's plight all too well. Familiar with that sense of crippling anticipation mixed with debilitating anxiety, Sekiei nuzzled forcefully into the feline-shaped pads of his hind paw to set it aside, his sinuous neck delving straight for its target.
No soft words. No preparatory nuzzles. He did exactly what a skittish drake like Felran deserved--what he needed.
A decisive touch.
"Yaw---yawwwwh!" All of Felran's toes clenched the moment Sekiei's maw engulfed his malehood. Breath left him in an instant, severed by the coiling tongue engulfing his member one coil at a time. So tight did Sekiei's hold feel, so moist and warm his mouth, that Felran's lancing seed immediately burst in rapid spurts. Reason, emotions, worries--none of that mattered anymore but for the stifling euphoria taking hold of Felran's senses. It felt as if reality itself warped into a timeless bubble during which all he could feel was the immense satisfaction of loosening his pent-up seed one thick, desperate spurt at a time.
No matter how badly he wished to open his eyes and look upon his loving companion, Felran couldn't. Sekiei's tightly-squeezing tongue made sure of that. Though the white dragon's pangs of hesitation and sudden wing beats hinted at something more than just relentless bliss, Felran had no control over his bursts. No choice. No options but to hug Sekiei's neck tight with his tail and hold on during this otherworldly satisfying moment in which he sank with every fiber of his being.
"Gh...grawwhh..." Felran's previously tense and halfway lifted head dropped down on the ground with the heaviness of a boulder. Sekiei immediately pulled off as well, leaving Felran's feebly throbbing cock to leak the remainder of his milky seed. Why he did that, the drake couldn't tell. Sekiei had his back to him, and appeared to attempt to compose himself.
Did it...did his taste...?
Sudden alertness banished the lethargy of Felran's afterglow, filling him with distressing, shame-filled worries. He no longer drifted amidst the puffy clouds of ubiquitous satisfaction, but crashed down upon the hard-packed ground of reality.
One where he filled Sekiei's mouth with his neglected cock and even more off-putting virgin seed.
"Sorry," Sekiei turned to face him just in the nick of time, preventing Felran's immediate urge to flee. "Needed a moment to catch my breath."
His tongue, trailing over his muzzle to brush away a droplet of lingering seed, revealed exactly what that meant.
To swallow it all.
Felran's stomach would have sank under the weight of guilt, was he not so pleasantly numb. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quite escape afterglow's clutches.
Nor prevent Sekiei from coming over to nuzzle and carefully tongue away the line of seed still attached to his tip.
"I hope...you enjoyed it," the drake's eyes shifted to the side, as if regretful of something. "I should have asked you first. Give you more time to prepare. But...you are always so in denial of your impulses-- of your fantasies--that I thought a more direct approach could...surprise you...."
It did! So very much! Felran wished nothing more than to enthusiastically express his gratitude for this most divine of moments, but his tongue chose to tangle at the worst moment. His hind paws, however, remained pleasantly moist from Sekiei's licks. They pulsed with radiating warmth, perfect for delivering Felran's intentions upon Sekiei's tense, throbbing erection.
"Wha--" Sekiei's eyelids fluttered for a second, focus leaving his pupils. "What are you doing?"
"I..." Felran's verbal courage faltered. Something about trailing his toes along another male's member felt exceedingly lewd to his sheltered, scholarly mind. He practically had to fight his timidity; to keep it buried beneath the layers of pulsing affection flooding his scales.
"You're so hard...so eager...and I want to...you know..."
"Oh, you sweetie..." Sekiei attempted to share a warm, reassuring smile with him. Pleasure distorted it, however, making it more like an awkward grimace. A single step back set his cock out of Felran's reach and left his dangling hind paw vulnerable to those irresistible licks tending each of his pads in turn.
"It was a long time coming. Just needed the proper place to make you feel cozy."
Felran pulled his forepaws to his chest, smiling sheepishly. "Another drake added to the plunder, rrrm?"
"Hrrih, stop making it seem like my home welcomes all sorts. It's reserved only for the cute and impressionable variety."
As soon as his words faded, his attention returned to Felran's paws. Every drake had their quirks, and finding one's weaknesses seemed part of Sekiei's great delight. The purr of the two dragons joined in musical harmony, Felran's softer one complemented by Sekiei's graver yet distinctly friendly one.
"You really enjoy this, don't you?" He caught Felran's hind paw between careful jaws when it attempted to return to his still hard, still pulsating shaft. "Though not more than bothering me down between the legs, it seems."
Felran's ears splayed back, their tips a smoldering red.
"You're not going to quit it, are you?"
The young drake's slow shake of his head eased Sekiei back on his haunches. His frills shifted between a multitude of stances, starting from perked, going through a series of strange, thought-filled shudders, and ultimately folding as much as they could. The cyan stripes edging them acquired a distinct purple hue, blazing with whatever lasciviousness Sekiei cooked up.
"Don't break your promise," Felran's playful hind toes glided over a retreating white forelimb. "Whatever fantasy you have with me, I need to know it."
"Wellll..." Sekiei's eyes fled to the side as his tail tip began to twitch nervously. "The other drake that visited here, he...suggested the strangest thing to me, of..."
Sekiei's furtive glance took in Felran's inconspicuous sex for the briefest of moments. Nothing stood out in particular, his cock having already retreated into its shelter. Why would his usually high-spirited and lascivious friend find Felran's nakedness embarrassing all of a sudden?
"Of entering another male!" Sekiei finally spat out, bringing his wings around himself, struck by sudden embarrassment at admitting such a close-guarded secret.
"Oh..." The fiercest blush welled within Felran's cheeks. Trepidation took hold of his frame, forming a moist film of unease on the surface of his pads. He wished to know more. To try it for the sake of his friend, only...what if it hurt? Or felt weird?
"Not your tailhole," Sekiei corrected himself. He must've noticed the anxious contractions of Felran's pucker, already ill at ease with that idea. "Your...vent...."
His...vent? What?!
A tornado of conflicting feelings churned within Felran. Instinct urged him to scramble onto his feet and consider this proposition from a more equal position, but something about the vulnerability of keeping his belly on display for his friend prevented him from taking a more dominant stance. He...liked it this way, playing the role which best mirrored his personality, of letting braver and more experienced partners guide him through the tumultuous waters of male intimacy...
Felran gulped down the lump formed in the pit of his throat, drawing upon every ounce of courage he had to utter a timid and nerve-filled "Let's try it..."
That seemed to be the right combination to unlock the veil of Sekiei's engulfing wings, revealing a dragon whose cheeks acquired the color of strawberries.
"Are--are you sure?" An untimely swing of his reforming erection got in the way of his enthusiasm. "I've only ever done it once..."
That perked Felran's interest even more, mellowing down his doubts while flaring his rising interest in surrendering himself to Sekiei that way. "All the better for it, to have one of us know what they're doing."
"About that..." Sekiei blinked in that cute, uncertain way of his, charming his way into Felran's heart evermore. "I didn't last very long. It's just that...it's one of my deepest fantasies!"
Was that doubt. From him?! From Sekiei?! That joking, jovial dragon who seldom took matters seriously?!
Pacing helped for some, but in Sekiei's case, he looked nothing short of ridiculous, what with that bobbing erection tensing and springing up at random intervals. What started as a few silent chuckles that Felran quickly stifled by shoving his pads over his muzzle soon soured into a long, continuous growl filled with bubbling concern for his friend. Were males supposed to remain hard for this long? Intimacy-related matters never made it into Felran's reading list, that topic forever blocked by impenetrable walls of self-consciousness.
He had to do something; to at least placate Sekiei and get him out of that sexually frustrated state.
And he couldn't do that simply by laying down. For the first time in his life, he had to take charge; to get up and be the comforting drake.
"Heyyy," he trilled plaintively while extending a wing over Sekiei's tightly tucked ones. "It's just like any other fantasy talk, of which we had many. Granted, the context is a little different now, given all that has happened..."
"Erh..." Sekiei sighed, dejected. His head purposefully wove out of Felran's way, keeping those cute frills out of his tongue's reach. "Talking about it is one thing. Pushing you to do it is another..."
"You didn't push me, did you?" Felran drew in closer so that the scales of his flank rustled against the striped ones of Sekiei" Nor have I forced you to...intervene and...you know..." he carefully selected his words, seemingly unable to put it in more mundane terms.
"You did what felt right, and so do I. I'm..." he trailed off, finding it close to impossible to eloquently express his emotions while his head pounded like a drum. "I've always wanted to share intimacy with you. Letting you inside me--inside my slicker, better suited parts--seems better than doing it under the tail."
Sekiei chuckled at that. A little vibrancy returned to his eyes, that mischievous spark finally returning to his glinting pupils. "My only regret is not having done it sooner. That load of pent-up stress you lived with every day must have weighed down on you severely!"
His gentle croon enchanted Felran. It guided his cheek against Sekiei's equally warm one, his nostrils caressed by the twitching mauve frills of the white dragon. Every time Felran breathed, his billowing exhales tickled the sensitive membranes, making the spines holding them jerk comically.
"While I appreciate your willingness to indulge my perversions, I think it's better if we start slow," Sekiei nibbled on Felran's cheek fluff, puffing arousing warmth into them. "How about we start with the romantic part first? Some cuddling, maybe a little grinding of both of our sensitive vents..."
"More like grinding your tip against my vent, given your aroused state."
The ease with which he said that, charming and almost invitingly, shocked Felran. Was this really him? The stiff, bumbling scholar whose tongue tangled into knots whenever the topic of intimacy was broached? The impulse--no, the willingness--to give himself to Sekiei burned so bright within him that he lounged down on his side in the most alluring way yet. Even Sekiei cocked his head back in disbelief, finding the fluidity of his confident movements completely foreign yet very much welcomed.
"Come along," Felran purred invitingly, caressing Sekiei's chest with the feathers tipping his tail. "Grind your vent against me, like you said you would."
How could he deny himself that? A single peek at the pink-hued region surrounding Felran's sex stiffened all of the meaty nubs on Sekiei's cock, more so when the aftermath of his oral attention still persisted upon the drake's tightly sealed lips. Saliva might have dried off, but the natural lubrication produced by his slit coated the surface of Felran's cleft, inviting as ever.
"I think..." Sekiei swallowed emptily. His limbs trembled with excitement and nerves alike, the same concoction filling Felran's veins. "I'll have to relieve my lust first, and something tells me you're not going to let me slip into a corner of my den and do it quietly."
"I'll hound you until midnight if that's what it takes. Wrestle you on your back, even."
Sekiei huffed a lust-filled growl. "You don't have the strength."
"What I do have is clarity of mind, whereas you..."
The white drake regarded Felran with an awkward smirk at how vulnerable a position he found himself in, fully erect before the tantalizing, half-closed eyes of his timid friend. Pride wouldn't let him back down. He had a reputation to maintain. A history in which he always took the lead in romantic matters.
Even so, it took him endearingly long to get into position. Far too often he'd flash awkward, reassuring smiles at Felran, the sort that he used to abuse back when their relationship had yet to solidify. Taking the lead really did a number on him, more so when his knees hugged Felran's haunches to bring his erection just inches from its first dip. The sight of his shaft, with every feature of it clearly outlined, took Felran aback. What if it didn't all fit inside his vent? Or if his nether regions disagreed with the invasion?
Or...or what if...
"Awhhh!" Felran whined upon being entered for the first time. His walls parted lovingly, gently spread by Sekiei's slowly-advancing spade.
"S--sorry!" Sekiei's eyes strained to remained focused and not roll into the back of his skull from pleasure. "I thought you were...that you are....awrr, you're so...you're so...warrrrm!"
Whatever doubts Felran harbored faded into the ensuing chuckle at how lovable of a drake Sekiei could be. Being entered didn't feel strange at all; far from it! It tickled a bit, more so when Sekiei's nubs tugged and massaged his inner walls into a throbbing frenzy, but his shallow thrusts did great at initiating him into this exotic rite of male bonding.
More interesting was Sekiei's reaction to the penetration. Almost instantly, his forepaws rushed to grab Felran's chest and hold him like a prized possession during those initial snappy and uncoordinated thrusts. They lacked the vibrance and control present in his usual demeanor, sure, yet they proved delectably arousing in their genuine reaction to eye-scrunching pleasure.
"Keep...keep doing it," Felran's increasingly foggy gaze danced between Sekiei's strained face and the crimson shaft slickening itself with every in-and-out thrust into him. Soft squelches accompanied each dip, slathering Sekiei's nubs with droplets of persistent fluid clinging to them. The natural lubricant had a soft, inviting smell to it that described Felran's demeanor almost perfectly.
Placid and soothing.
"Aw...awh!" The muscles in Felran's thighs tightened, causing his paws to jerk involuntarily whenever Sekiei's tight, determined member brushed against his drained and feeble one.
"Sorry!" Sekiei blurted out through a gasp, completely removing himself from Felran's soppy folds. The removal of that tantalizing hardness mellowed down the fiery ripples propagating through the pink drake's body, dimming down his stoking euphoria.
"It's fine, sweetie," Felran's left forepaw cupped the side of Sekiei's snout. "You were doing great. It felt surprisingly good!"
"It...did?" Sekiei's member nodded its approval through a comical upward jerk.
"Then..." he slid himself back in ever so slowly, tossing his head back to growl out his triumphant bliss at basking in this most intimate of pleasures. "Let's both close our eyes and see where this takes us."
Felran did not have such an easy time just shuttering his eyes. Between ragged gasps and pleasure-filled blinks, the drake extracted perverse delight in watching Sekiei's snout go through so many shades of strain. Every light pumping of his hips eased a little more of his member into him, increasing not only the volume his walls struggled to comfortably embrace, but also adding the toe-clenching caress of that other row of nubs. The one embellishing the underside of his erection. They felt like a row of beads rolling through his folds of slick flesh, stimulating his entrance in unison with what his tip accomplished deeper inside.
"He's...he's so good at this..." Felran murmured to himself as his right forepaw encroached upon the taut toes clutching his chest. His left one remained on Sekiei's cheek to knead loving approval into him, putting those soft toe pads to work.
"Breathe," Felran softly whispered to his friend. "Relax. It's lovemaking, not a humping competition."
One of Sekiei's eyes cracked open, blurry beneath the layer of pleasure-filled tears. The swinging of his hips lessened in intensity until it came to a mellow halt. All but his knot remained lodged inside Felran, his cock hugging the first half of the pink drake's flaccid member.
"Lovemaking, eh?" The throbs of pleasure distorted Sekiei's jovial grin. "I'll show you lovemaking!"
"Mrrrff!" Muffled gasps of protest attempted to flee Felran's now occupied lips. Sekiei's muzzle unapologetically pressed against his so that his tongue could drool its plea of admittance all over his lips. In a pang of vulnerability, Felran allowed him in, yet their two tongues never seemed to find the correct grip to twine in harmony like those of a mated pair.
"I guess..." Sekiei licked his muzzle salaciously, "we're both a little distracted right now."
He must've referred to that thick erection of his that practically robbed Felran of his breath. A little distraction indeed!
When he next stirred his lower half into motion, both dragons sailed with the rhythm set by their joint bodies. The confidence--the trust that his partner relished this union as much as he did--eased Sekiei's rolling hips into a fluid motion rife with elegance. Felran's gasps grew sharper, his moans louder. The inner walls of his vent responded to the caress of Sekiei's nubs through arrhythmical clenches of varying intensity, each of them causing Felran's fingers to squeeze Sekiei's paws just a little tighter.
It aroused Felran to no end to watch how Sekiei's frills jerked whenever he bottomed out into him. To notice the subtle twitches of his crumpling eyelids when his knot kissed the lips of his sex. For some reason, he never attempted to push that further. That appealing, erotic swell at the base of his shaft remained the only portion of his cock a dry, matte red, bereft of arousing slickness.
"Don't...hold back..." Felran pleaded, bringing his shins around Sekiei's rump to hug him with the only part of his body capable of that. "I can take it. I can take the entirety of your love."
Even in his state, strained by bliss from snout to tail tip, Sekiei still found the strength to huff sardonically. Still treating Felran like the vulnerable young drake he was, prone to flinch at the slightest flick of a tongue over his neck.
Not anymore.
With the little control he could muster, Felran willed his nether muscles to clamp down around Sekiei, obtaining desired result. Such powerful squeeze around a spade already bloated with the eagerness to shoot its seed did wonders in motivating the white dragon to up his pace and increase the likelihood of lodging that knot it.
"Ohhh skies..." Felran's formerly controlled huffs turned into inelegant panting. Bleary and half-closed eyes presided over a lolling tongue hanging past the side of his orange-hued jaw. Every thrust of Sekiei pushed him just a little further towards the mystifying tingles of bliss radiating outward from his depths. It didn't feel like his usual ascent to an orgasm. This one was mellower, more subdued, yet with a build-up posing a complexity that instilled shiver-inducing prickles through his wings and limbs.
It wasn't just his fleshy depths that reacted to the fluid caress of Sekiei's nub-lined spade, but his cock! He--he could feel himself growing! Slowly, yes, but unmistakable in the way his receptiveness grew. Above him, Sekiei's lust-filled haze vanished, those previously tightly-sealed eyes now wide with panic.
"Keep going!" Felran hissed with uncharacteristic urgency. "I...I think I'll...a second time!"
Not that Sekiei had any chance at stopping. Whether it was Felran's words, the increasingly crammed space inside him or the particular angle at which he lodged himself in, the pink drake couldn't tell. All of a sudden, blazing warmth washed over his insides. It spurted all over his semi-hard cock, drenching it in warm seed. Its consistency felt unlike anything Felran's cock felt before. Not nearly as intense as the gripping clutch of a tongue, yes, but surprisingly erotic in its snug confinement.
Sekiei didn't roar as Felran expected; he huffed and grunted, all of his limbs trembling with the uncertainty of what to do next. The jerks of his hindquarters hinted as his desperation to sink his knot in. He only needed a little help from Felran's hind legs to press down upon his hips and aid with that.
"Hrawwwr....." Felran immediately reacted to the extra girth stretching his walls to its limits. Not only that, but the extra length forced Sekiei's already ejaculating cock to bury its spade down to the base of Felran's cock, letting all of those nubs roll along Felran's increasingly receptive and throbbing length.
What did him in had nothing to do with the pressure of a stuffed slit, but with those incessant ropes of seed lashing out against the deepest, most sensitive parts of his vent. The base of his cock proved to be particularly susceptible to the intermittent waves of bliss-laced seed, its caress intimate, its heat undeniably arousing.
Felran couldn't take it any longer. His vision blurred, his thoughts distorted, and his frail member, spent as it was, still found the strength to spit out a few spurts of orgasmic bliss. It felt so strange and different from his first climax, but equally mind-reeling in its intensity.
It was only after Sekiei's lust-filled flow subsided that Felran regained control over his senses. Previously scrunched toes relaxed, stiff and aching from the prolonged tension.
"No, you don't," his legs, still curled around his rear, prevented Sekiei from just fleeing his depths. "You'll remain on top of me and inside me until you teach me how to properly kiss. A promise is a promise, mrrm?"
"I...suppose?" Sekiei smiled meekly. Many regions of his body--cheeks notwithstanding--acquired a salmon-pink color from the toll of orgasm. He felt so pleasantly warm to Felran's caressing pads, and the occasional spasm of his nether muscles reminded him of how comfortable their intertwined members also felt, blanketed by their combined fluids.
"Bring that cute snout closer then," Sekiei teasingly distanced himself from him, the sly eel. "It takes two to play. That's the core part of it."
***The End***
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