Phase 2 - Nightraven
#2 of The Silver Thread
This story takes place in a quasi-earth setting graciously into the future where technology is embraced but cautiously to keep in balance with nature.
Crimson Nova, which some of you may know, gave me permission to use his character to write out this dream story. Its not a commission, but the dragon in my dream was a young red male with earfrills and he was my first and obvious choice :)
If you lengthy descriptive stories that aren't completely centered around yiff then this one's for you; if a saucy sex scene is what you need most then skip down to the second section (seporated by 5 dashes) to begin. ~.^
The young red male flopped onto his bed like a pile of loose bones, winching a moment later as the object in his back pocket poked at his rear end. Shifting, annoyed, he produced a small round golden disk incased in a clear crystal case and nearly tossed it across the room. Realizing what it was an instant before releasing, he glanced at it wide-eyed for a moment then placed it carefully down on the small hard plastic nightstand beside him. Sitting up on the edge of his bed, Crimson surveyed his small dwelling. Just an apartment for one, a bedroom, little kitchen, decent sized bathroom and a den packed with objects of interest to himself only.
Checking the time, he grunted and peeled off his shirt and pants, tossing them to the side with the rest of the crumpled pile of clothing. He needed a shower after a day like this. Walking strait into his private bathroom, he glanced about the sparkling clean area with much appreciation for all his own effort after this morning's adventure. That coupled along side another grueling day with the ether crystals and he was about ready to scream! In fact, he did, but rather from stepping into an ice-cold shower instead of his normally steaming hot one. Leaping back out with a furious shake, he pressed a claw to the wall sensor and slid it all the way to the top for maximum heat. Testing it with a paw this time, he grumbled as the frigged water warmed to just above body temperature, knowing it wouldn't get any better.
After his less then satisfactory bath, the young male found himself without a towel and was forced to wander around his small home naked and shivering only to find he had no clean towels. Left with little option, he dried himself off with not one but three shirts and pinned them to the wall to dry, heedless of the wrinkles that would ensue by the next day. If all else failed to make his day, neatly ramming his toe-claws into the bed post must have been the kicker. Hopping about his room on one foot, he howled and thrust his fist into the wall, the plex surface easily crunching under the force of his blow. All anger bled from him then as his eyes grazed over the wound he'd made; great, something else gone wrong...
Nearly in tears, Crimson hobbled over to his bed and sat down, the golden disk beside him on the covers. After rubbing some feeling back into his foot, the young male glanced down at his prize curiously, he didn't remember putting it there... Perhaps he had set it there before going to the shower to remind him- though how could he forget? Oh! The reader, he'd need that! All worries forgotten, the charming young dragon boy hopped up and dashed into the den, careful to avoid the bed post this time, and began furiously digging about the messy clutter for his reader.
Upon returning to his bedroom, a trio of cumbersome devices littered with a tangled mess of wires draped over his arms. The largest was obviously a head piece, a thick visor to cover the eyes and designed for his particular race to cover his ear frills as well. The second was a console box of a dark plexiglass material with slots and control knobs where most of the wires extruded from. The last was a more unique shaped object with an unclear design; an open-ended flexible tubule with a ring and a strap with a loosely connected harness and strange looking mobile black tentacle-thing. Despite its apparent lack of organization, the reader was in pristine condition. In but a few minutes, Crimson had the entire thing straitened out and connected together in perfect order.
As expertly as one gets through much repetition, the young male wrapped the harness around his waist first straddled it around his tail and curled the rest up over his groin. Already hard from anticipation, the ruby scaled dragon lifted the long hollow tube up over his shaft and rolled it down his length, purring softly as it conformed perfectly around his arousal. Once finished with that aspect, he bent over and gripped the black cylindrical object just below and slowly slid it into his tailhole. About the girth of his smallest claw but twice as long as his longest, it slid in easily but still excited him none-the-less. Tightening the straps around his tail to keep it in place, he reached over and plugged it into the control box, the mechanism instantly stirring to life; sensors reading and correcting where necessary, the object in his lower entrance doubling in girth in moments.
A small shudder passed through his frame, he would never understand why these machines stopped selling. Coming back to himself, Crimson retrieved the headgear from his bedside and strapped that on as well. The soft interior was extremely comfortable to wear regardless of its purpose and it covered his ears in near sound proof quality. The entire thing was body confirmative so you could lay in whatever position, twist and turn three or four times in a circle and bounce all over the place without disturbing the device or the scenario. Originally crafted for flight training, they were eventually adapted for all sorts of uses, even personal pleasure. Retrieving the golden disk, he slid the entire thing into the largest port on the console reader before lowering the visor and laying down on his back.
- Instantly assaulted by the sound of an explosion, his body stiffened. The world in ruin, running endlessly away, away from whatever it was that chased him. Nightraven. He thought, dashing to the side down an alleyway, back pressed against the crumbled building wall to catch his breath. Another explosion from far off, a shadow shifted in the corner of his eye and he was off again, running madly against the burning in all his limbs.
Nightraven.
- The thought sent cold shivers through his exhausted body, giving him the fuel to keep running. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Run, run, run, fly away little pet, I will catch you.
- Something warm and moist slid past his ankle.
No!
A loose rock underfoot, a slip, a fall, burning pain all over. Breathless, sightless, panting aching, crying. Nightraven.
No!!
I have you my pet, you are mine now, mine forever.
The scene shifted to a weightless black nothing, floating... no, suspended by something, many somethings, long and slender, slimy and warm, loving and coaxing, demanding lusting things. Tentacles like endless black worms dripping slime, squirming over his body, rousing it in ways he'd never experience before.
A sharp pain as one penetrates his lower entrance, a powerful pleasure as another devours his cock-tip within its powerful pseudo-mouth. Thrust and counter thrust, push and pull, in and out. Time passed by, time returned.
Submit to me and be mine.
Nightraven.
A tentacle around his neck, holding him. Another around his wrists, two spreading his legs. One heedless of danger forcing its way between his lips, wriggling down his throat. All working in unison wanting but one thing: his release; his submission, to give in, to be theirs, a sex toy for all eternity, used and abused how they see fit. To cum at their will, a warm tight receptacle for their seed. Not they, him. Nightraven
The tendril around his shaft slurping diligently along the entire spire of dragon flesh, suckling up to the tip before gobbling back down eagerly, better, tighter, harder then any lover could ever be. That ridged knobby length in his tailhole pressing at all the right spots, filling him perfectly, stimulating those secret spots no male tells aloud. Its slimy well oiled length gliding in and dragging slowly back out, rubbing sinuously over sensitive flesh, probing deeper and deeper with its own need- its own desire.
Submit to me and be mine.
There was no need to answer in words, just release. Let go, give your seed to the Nightraven and be its slave for the rest of time, accept his mark within you... or resist and be in agony forever denying that ecstasy. The choice was simple.
He released. Like a band stretched far beyond its capacity, the young dragon let go and gave in to the Nightraven, his male essence exploding from his throbbing shaft in several thick juicy ropes of hot cum. The black tendril took it all, sucking the entire length dry, far more seed pumping from his little body then he though ever possible. The lower tendril continued to ravage his tailhole restlessly, the incredible amount of alien seed it poured into his bowels leaving him warm and full, glowing in such a powerful orgasm.
Crimson never saw what the Nightraven looked like, as he slid the visor from his head with much effort, only that of its many slimy servants that had assaulted him. Panting and flush, lying still on his back, he eyed the illustrious pool of spooge on his chest with much satisfaction; NEVER would he understand why they no longer sold.... The contraption within his lower entrance had gorged to an enormous size and was still to large to remove, nanobot lubricant splattered all over his golden scales as well. The shaft casing continued to stroke up and down his length ever so slowly at this point to milk the last of his seed free, electing a few extra drops of fluid to bead at his tip which he eagerly licked away.
Thoroughly satisfied with himself, Crimson did but the bare-minimum of cleanup, left the harness strapped around his waist and curled up to sleep, imagination racing of what that elusive creature might look like.
The morning found him awake to the rasping sound of a broken ether light echoing in his skull like the squeak of an off-tune silver bell. Refusing to rise from his warm bed, the young drake rolled onto his stomach and squished a pillow over his head, though it served naught to dampen the penetrating cry. After a few minutes, the red dragon found himself fully awake, unable return to the peaceful slumber that had enveloped him but a moment ago. Peeking out from under the pillow, a soft groan rumbled from his throat at seeing the time adjustment. Tossing the pillow across the room at some invisible menace he slid up, sitting on the edge of his bed with an exuberant yawn, stretching all his limbs.
Blinking away the early morning tear, his vision focused on the patch of wall barely discernable from its surroundings; the wall he'd punched out the night before- only it wasn't a gaping hole, it was fixed. A grumble in his stomach caught his attention, reminding him of just how long it had been since his last meal with no dinner the night before. Standing, he hissed slightly, the harness around his lower waist stretching a little. A small grin crept up his muzzle as he disassembled and laid the device on the bedside, stretching again is his full naked crimson-colored glory. Passing instantly from room to kitchen, he identified the source of the ether buzz; the left glow light had been damaged somehow and needed replaced.
Reaching up into the socket, he gripped the small blue crystal and gave a soft tug. The unnerving sound stopped immediately. Not giving much thought to it, he set it on the counter and turned to the double-wide fridge, tail swishing behind him in anticipation of a tasty treat. Poking his head inside, the young drake bent far over to graze over all his options, pulling his head out with a gruff... nothing of interest. Trading doors, he sifted through the freezer in the same manner, reaching in with a claw to pull out a thin plexy box. Waffles?
Closing the appliance door he eyed the package curiously, he didn't remember buying waffles, at least not recently. Carving the box open with a talon, he sniffed the contents gingerly- still good, and strawberry flavored too. Shrugging, he slid the four frozen pastries onto a cooking sheet and stuffed them into the awaiting oven, automated sensors doing the rest. Breakfast was crafted, served and eaten without much enthusiasm. Then, as he was slipping on a pair of slightly too tight black jeans a knock at the door caught him, ear frills rising in attention.
Finishing zipping himself up, Crimson wandered over to the doorway and waved a paw before the eye sensor. A two foot box around the sensor became transparent, a one-way transparency in fact, which allowed him to see his visitor clearly; it was a saurian male, silver-scaled, slim and undressed with a fluffed tuffet of black fur upon his head. Clothing wasn't required any more then shoes were, unless you worked in a place like Axin. The addition of clothing was supposed to reduce the chance on-job breeding- apparently employers didn't like nature taking its course while paying their employees to do work. This particular fanaticism had occurred less then a year after the trade embargo and was now quite widely spread, it was hard to find a job where clothing wasn't required. But it was apparently very effective; the amount of workplace sex had diminished to an immeasurable level.
He didn't like it but at least it wasn't imposed anywhere else. Having grown his entire life wearing the stuff, it was but a rare occasion when he would leave the house without something on. Waving the sensor eye back to its normal state, he opened the door and stood before the other male;
" Yes?"
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