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Description: Upon receiving the deluxe version of a massage at the most prestigious place for creatures of his kind, Akheras, a usually self composed male, decides to see just how special this 'happy ending' massage can be.

Story written by me , Siranor

Laryth is mine

Akheras belongs to my friend TastyWyrm

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*A Special kind of Massage (M/M anthro feline x feral western dragon) *

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Under the veil of a starlit sky, Akheras descended gracefully onto the visitor's ledge of the massage parlor. The obsidian spires of the city rose around him like an army of titanic shadows, pulsating with neon lights, threaded with rivers of airborne traffic. His small, yellow-scaled form seemed momentarily dwarfed by the grandeur of it all. Flying cars darted through the air like luminescent fish in an ever-moving stream, their humming engines merging into a ceaseless chorus together with the buzz of delivery drones. The serenity of the night was a muffled whisper, barely audible beneath the cacophony of modern life. A wave of thought washed over him. He admired how far the world had come, and yet, another part worried about how much it threatened to drown out the simpler, quieter forms of natural beauty.

The sliding doors of the establishment parted with a soft swoosh, inviting Akheras into the welcoming warmth of the luxurious place. The interior seemed to be a sea of contrasts--rich wooden floors mingled with sleek metal accents, expansive windows framed by lush curtains made of bioluminescent vegetation. Attendants in elegant, silken garments flitted between the guests, their attire a mix of traditional and new decorations with geometric patterns and holographic accents.

"Would you like to begin with some refreshments, winged one?" one attendant asked a waiting gryphon, her voice a melody of courtesy and warmth. "We have a fine selection of herbal brews and mineral waters."

The gryphon eagerly accepted, then shared a quick glance with the dragon, prompting Akheras to instinctively shield himself with a wing and walk a bit further inside. Hanging plants cascaded down from the ceiling, their verdant leaves twinkling with tiny, natural lights. It was as if nature and technology had not just reached a truce here, but had found a way to entangle with each other. Akheras felt like he was stepping into a different world, and his heartbeat quickened in delighted anticipation.

It wasn't long before his shy, yet curious eyes caught the spectacle of other clientele, as diverse as the place itself. A massive dragon with emerald-green scales lounged on a chaise. "Your masseur will be with you shortly," an attendant informed the relaxed dragon, who responded with a nod and a pleased rumble. Nearby, a gryphon with feathers shimmering like burnished gold idled by a bubbling fountain, while an Eastern dragon coiled elegantly around a pillar, its serpentine body adorned with intricate tattoos. The atmosphere hummed with a welcoming sense of relaxation and hidden pleasures. For a moment, Akheras wondered what stories these other beings might have, what led them to seek solace in this sanctuary, but he was too captivated by the atmosphere to ponder for long.

As Akheras meandered through this temporary haven of relaxation, another dragon, this one a rich sapphire blue, brushed past him on its way out. Their scales met for a fleeting moment, a tactile whisper that sent a shiver down Akheras's spine. A soft "pardon me," hummed from the sapphire dragon, its eyes meeting Akheras's for a moment before it departed. The exiting dragon's scent wafted into his nostrils, a complex bouquet that hinted at more than just the musky tang of dragon. It was overlaid with other fragrances, sweet and spicy, like he'd been washed and anointed with luxurious oils. The scent was both a promise and an indulging secret, a sensory preview of experiences yet to come. Akheras couldn't help but feel that he was on the verge of discovering something gratifying here, and his heart raced with a blend of anticipation and curiosity for more. As he stepped further into the establishment, his mind fluttered with thoughts and questions, but they were gradually drowned out by a rising tide of eager expectation.

The golden light of the front desk cast a welcoming glow as the dragon decided to approach, his eyes falling upon the anthro canid employee standing there. With fur as smooth as charcoal and eyes as sharp as sapphires, the wolf looked up from his computer terminal and met Akheras's gaze. "Good evening, bright-scales," he began, his voice tinged with a courteous warmth. "My name is Finn. How could I assist you tonight?"

"My greetings, Finn," Akheras responded, struggling to find the right words. "I have a voucher for a session here. I, hrrmm, noticed it mentioned something about a 'happy ending?' Could you elaborate on what such happiness entails?"

Finn's eyes twinkled as he leaned in slightly, as if sharing a confidential secret. "Ah, our signature service. It's our establishment's promise to provide you with a form of release that goes beyond the physical. With consent, our skilled masseurs employ techniques designed to elevate your state of relaxation to pure euphoria. Trust me, sir, the experience is... unparalleled."

"You seem quite confident," Akheras mused with a twitch of his wings.

"Confidence comes easily when you know you're the best," Finn countered smoothly, his tail wagging with subtle excitement. "Our clienteles' satisfaction speaks for itself if you've read the reviews. Is there a particular reason you're asking? Any concerns?"

Akheras hesitated a little before he leaned his head closer. "I've never had a massage that, rrr, involved so much, let's say, attention. How do you manage to keep things... clean?"

A soft, growly laugh escaped from Finn's throat. "Sir, our establishment is well-equipped to handle the full range of biological responses. Rest assured, measures are in place to ensure your utmost comfort and cleanliness."

At that moment, an attendant came up behind Akheras, her hand gently grazing the nape of his neck as she reached into his saddlebags for the voucher. The touch was a tiny snippet of the intimacy the parlor promised, and it both relaxed and excited him in a way he didn't fully understand.

"Ah, here we are. The reason for this charming dragon's visit," the attendant chirped, handing the voucher to Finn.

"Excellent," Finn said, processing the voucher through his terminal. "Everything seems to be in order. You're all set for the pinnacle of relaxation, sir."

"As Finn said," the attendant chimed in, perhaps sensing his mixed feelings, "if spillage does occur, it will be promptly taken care of, leaving you free to enjoy the rest of your session."

The phrase 'promptly taken care of' still echoed in Akheras's mind as he stepped into the waiting room, a plush area awash in ambient light and soft music. The attendant's tender neck rubs and the unexpected but strangely comforting lick on his cheek had done wonders to ease his apprehension. He was beginning to feel like he belonged here.

As he settled into a luxurious nest of pillows, he noticed he wasn't alone. Across from him sat a gryphon, an imposing figure with plumage that caught the light in iridescent waves. The gryphon's eyes met his, and a playful grin stretched across its beak. The scent in the air was laden with the creature's excitement, tinged with notes of eager arousal that couldn't be ignored by a dragon's heightened sense of smell.

"First time here?" the gryphon broke the silence, his voice laced with friendly mischief.

"Is it that obvious?" Akheras responded, chuckling softly, wings neatly tucked to his sides.

"Let's say, you have the air of one about to experience... revelation." The gryphon extended one feathered wing in a kind of salute. "I'm Zephyros."

"Akheras," the dragon replied, nodding. "And what kind of revelation should I be expecting?"

"Oh, my friend, where do I even start?" Zephyros leaned in. "You'll be pampered in ways you can't even imagine. First the massage--ah, the sheer bliss of expert paws kneading away your stress. Then, if you're up for it, the licking and nuzzling to heighten your senses towards peaks you may not even know existed."

Akheras felt his scales tingle at the thought, his internal fire igniting ever so slightly.

Then, Zephyros leaned even closer.

"And then, once your flesh tightens and your blood boils with the strain of release, you shall feel the warmth of a skilled mouth taking you to realms of ecstasy untested by no creature of our standing."

The air, leaden with the male's musk, seemed to vibrate, and Akheras felt his own eagerness rise within him, coiling like a serpent ready to spring. Just as he thought he might give in to the mounting tension and reveal his excitement out into the open, his name echoed through the room, a melodious call that signaled the end of his waiting.

"Ah, it appears the gates of paradise are open for you," Zephyros winked, rising from his seat.

To Akheras's surprise, the gryphon gestured for him to follow. "Wait, you're leading me there?"

"Indeed! I also work here as a tender of anxiety for newcomers like yourself. Consider my words less as tales and more as... firsthand experience."

Intrigued and increasingly eager, Akheras trailed behind the gryphon. As they meandered through a corridor adorned with tapestries of fantastical landscapes, Akheras felt as if he were walking a path between two worlds--the one he knew, and another he was just about to discover. And waiting at the end of this path was Laryth, the leopard he'd heard so much about.

Laryth stepped closer, his eyes glinting with a warmth that seemed to match the rich color of his fur. He gently rubbed his hand along Akheras's jaw, uttering softly, "You're a cute one, aren't you?"

Akheras felt a light blush tinge his scales, surprised by the instant connection he felt with the leopard. "You're not so bad yourself," he chuckled, feeling more at ease.

"Come, follow me," Laryth beckoned, his tail swishing gracefully as he turned to lead the way, waving a temporary farewell to Zephyros. The gryphon chirped from behind, wishing the dragon nothing but bliss.

The room they entered was an oasis of tranquility. The same seamless blend of traditional, modern, and natural design elements present in the lobby created an atmosphere of ultimate comfort here too. Rich mahogany furniture, living plant walls, and high-tech gadgets designed to ensure relaxation existed in harmonious balance.

"Make yourself comfortable on the bed," Laryth purred, gesturing toward a cushioned platform that could easily accommodate a dragon of Akheras's size.

Obediently, Akheras climbed onto the comfy surface, his body humming with both excitement and a little trepidation. He arranged himself as comfortably as he could, sprawling his generously large frame along the surface. Laryth inspected him from snout to tail, nodding as if approving what he saw.

"Let's get you cleaned up a bit before we begin," the leopard said, dipping a soft cloth into a basin of warm water. With practiced ease, he wiped down Akheras's scales, removing every last trace of the city's grime and dust.

"Ready?" Laryth asked, his paws hovering above Akheras's head. At the dragon's nod, he lowered his hands, placing them gently on the sides of Akheras's jaw. The pads of his fingers felt warm and inviting as they began to knead the muscles with a masterful touch.

"Oh, that's... that feels so nice," Akheras murmured, a slow burn of pleasure building within him.

Laryth chuckled softly. "We're just getting started. Now, let me work my magic on that snout of yours."

Akheras could feel Laryth's fingers move upward, tracing the contours of his snout. The sensation was so delightfully unexpected, so gentle yet stimulating, that his eyes automatically closed, allowing him to better savor the experience.

"So, how are we feeling?" Laryth's voice draped as a velvety whisper, close to his ear.

"Like I've stepped into a pleasant dream," Akheras replied softly.

Laryth moved his paws to the upper part of Akheras's neck, massaging with slow, deep movements. The touch seemed to awaken every nerve, sending ripples of sheer enjoyment through his body, each wave building upon the last until he felt as if he were floating, disconnected from the ground yet tethered to the exquisite reality by the leopard's skilled hands. "Don't worry," Laryth assured him, "you're not dreaming, but you're also not waking up from this any time soon."

Laryth's hands began to work their way down Akheras's neck, each muscle fiber yielding to his expert touch as if whispering secrets of untapped pleasure. Eventually, his hands reached the upper edge of Akheras's foreleg. The leopard's fingers lightly climbed along the limb, appreciating the contrasting texture of scales and the soft, tender flesh of the dragon's inner arm.

Then Laryth's fingers reached the paw, and he couldn't help but exclaim softly, "Oh, what do we have here? An echo from my own species?" The leopard grinned, then kneaded. "Your pads are so plush and meaty. It's like kneading dough made of clouds."

His paws enveloped Akheras's, grabbing it firmly yet tenderly. His thumbs dug into the large metacarpal pad, eliciting a deep, rumbling moan from the dragon. The leopard's fingers then moved to the toes, deftly separating them and kneading each pad individually with a satisfying squish.

"Your paws are a delight to work on, my dear dragon. So very soft and...meaty," Laryth cooed. "So often, clients have calloused, rough paws. But yours are like soft pillows."

His touch grew more intricate, circling around the metacarpal pad before coaxing the dragon's retractable claws from their sheaths. "Ah, even your claws are beautiful," he marveled, touching each one with reverence.

Akheras opened his eyes, meeting Laryth's own. "You seem to have a real appreciation for paws," he said with a voice tinged with wonder as well as a touch of embarrassment.

Laryth chuckled. "Well, you could say I have a soft spot for soft spots. There's something incredibly satisfying about massaging a well-padded paw. How it yields under your caress, how it springs back once you lessen the pressure. And when it's as plush and pliable as yours, it's like an artist finding the perfect canvas to explore."

"Mrrrhhh, yessss," Akheras rumbled before admitting, "I do enjoy having my pads licked as well. It's... a guilty pleasure of sorts."

Laryth's eyes twinkled. "Ah, the sensation of a wet tongue against those soft pads can be incredibly stimulating. There's something very primal about it."

"Exactly," Akheras affirmed, surprised at how easy it was to talk about such intimate things with this near-stranger.

"Each paw is like... a song," Laryth said, his voice almost poetic. "Composed of different parts, but when played--or, in this case, massaged--just right, the music it makes touches our very core."

Akheras nodded, marveling at how much they were connecting over such shared pleasures, not just physically but emotionally as well. "Well, my fellow feline, keep playing to your heart's desire, as I am most eager to hear how this tune ends."

Laryth's laugh was like chimes in the wind--light, melodic, and absolutely inviting. "As you wish, my scaly maestro. Prepare for an encore." With that, his paws returned to their magical work, promising many more revelations in this sanctuary of touch and talk.

Once he was done with the forepaws, much to Akheras' lavish enjoyment, Laryth's fingers glided across Akheras's broad chest with delicate care, lingering momentarily on the underside of each scale to engage the sensitive flesh hidden beneath. When he reached the dragon's belly, the pad of each digit treaded the softer scales with the practiced finesse of a pianist touching the keys. Each press and release was a note in a soothing lullaby that seemed to resonate deep within Akheras's very being.

Then the feline's hands moved further down, each taking a hold of one of Akheras's robust hind paws. At that moment, the dragon felt a connection that was nothing short of electric. Laryth's fingers unfurled in a symphony of sensation as they mapped the plump cushions of the hind pads. They gripped and squeezed, then relaxed to caress, creating a rhythm that was nothing less than hypnotic.

A deep growl of pleasure rumbled from Akheras's throat, vibrating through the room like the lowest string of a cello being plucked. The sound seemed to echo back at him, as if the very walls of this sanctuary acknowledged and revered the utter bliss he was experiencing.

Laryth's face lit up with a satisfied grin. "You like that, don't you? Your hind paws are just as receptive, if not even more sensitive than your forepaws. It's quite magnificent, really."

It was true. The sensation was flooding Akheras's nerves, invigorating and calming him in the same breath. His growl of delight gradually morphed into something primal, taking on a higher pitch until it became a series of pleased huffs. The tactile symphony played upon his hind paws touched something elemental within him, teasing out reactions he scarcely knew he was capable of.

Laryth's gaze followed the line of Akheras's underbelly, finally resting on the protruding tip of his member that had involuntarily slipped from its protective slit, and, for a moment, the leopard's eyes glinted with a combination of professional pride and genuine appreciation. "I must say, not only are your paws exceptional, but other parts of you are quite striking as well."

Akheras felt a rush of heat flood his cheeks, though whether from embarrassment or pleasure, he couldn't yet say. "I'm just... not used to this much attention," he huffed in admittance.

"There's a first time for everything," Laryth replied warmly, his eyes meeting Akheras's once more. "And something tells me that you'll want to repeat this experience."

"You read me well," Akheras confessed, his voice a sultry hum laden with the eagerness for more.

"As part of my job, but also as part of my very own pleasures, it is my duty to see you properly attended to," Laryth noted, his paws finally lifting from the dragon's hind paws to glide up the length of his tail, then tracing a path back towards his wings. "Every part of you deserves to be celebrated."

Akheras sighed, surrendering to the truth and the sensations that washed over him like a cleansing torrent. "Then by all means, continue your celebration. I am entirely at your mercy...feline."

Laryth's eyes sparkled with a hint of playful mischief. "Mercy may be in short supply, my delightful dragon. Prepare for an onslaught of pleasure limited by nothing but your ability to withhold your seed." And with that tantalizing promise hanging in the air, Laryth's skilled hands resumed their work, their next target being the delicate membrane of Akheras's wings. He caressed and glided over the soft membrane, lavishly tending to every part of the dragon's wings before moving downwards. As the feline's nimble fingers continued their exploratory journey along Akheras's body, each touch lingering over intricate patterns of scales as if he were reading Braille, he paid close attention to the dragon's rising excitement. The tactile sensations evoked a complex mixture of firmness and softness, and Laryth delighted in the sensation as he neared the dragon's most sensitive area. The heat that wafted off the dragon's slit seemed to heat up the very air; it emanated like the warmth from a sun-bathed rock, and a subtle sheen of moisture glistened there around his gentle pink entrance, reflecting the soft light of the room.

"May I?" he purred.

The dragon nodded.

As soon as the feline's fingers dipped into the hidden crease splitting his underbelly plates apart, Akheras couldn't help but be overwhelmed by his bodily responses. Each touch from Laryth seemed to resonate deep within him, like the strings of a harp struck by the whispering winds. The wetness of his slit, so abundant with neglect, became a tactile melody that blended with the feline's strokes, and his own body seemed to join in this orchestrated dance. His flesh pulsed, tightening and relaxing around Laryth's probing fingers in a rhythm that was instinctual, primal. Soft growls and exhales escaped his snout, each an audible sign of his amplifying arousal.

Laryth's eyes sparkled as he witnessed the dragon's growing responsiveness. His fingers, now slick with Akheras's own wetness, began to glide more freely, making every touch feel as though it melted into the next. He relished the sensation of the warm, pliant flesh that would give a little upon each press, only to constrict lovingly around his fingers as if asking for more.

Feeling the need to elevate the experience, Laryth reached for a crystal decanter that sat delicately on a wooden table adorned with vials of essential oils and herbs. As he uncorked the decanter, an intoxicating aroma instantly permeated the room; a blend of scents that evoked images of exotic lands and untamed jungles. The scent had a grounding quality, like earth after rain, combined with a spicy, almost citrus undertone. He poured the golden liquid into his palms, feeling the oil warm up as he rubbed his hands together.

Gently, Laryth reintroduced his newly-oiled hands to Akheras's waiting form, fingers first meeting the outer regions before delving deeper. As the aromatic oil mingled with the dragon's natural wetness, a new layer of sensation unfolded. Akheras's growls deepened into something more guttural, resonating from his chest as if a deeper, hidden part of him started to come to life.

The sensation of the warm oil made Akheras shiver with pleasure, each micro-movement sending ripples of warmth through his tensing form. He could feel Laryth venturing deeper, the leopard's fingers enveloped in a constricting warmth that seemed to beckon him further in. The oil acted not just as a lubricant, but as a vessel for a more profound penetration, carrying the nuances of the feline's masterful touch with greater fidelity.

Just then, as Laryth parted the dragon's vent to administer more of the warm, aromatic oil, a new scent rose to mingle with the existing olfactory haze that surrounded the dragon's nether regions. It was Akheras's scent--strong, primal, an essence that encapsulated his very being. This was the unadulterated musk of a dragon in the throes of pleasure.

Upon capturing such a powerful scent, Laryth's lip instinctively curled back in a flehmen response, drawing the musk deeper into his olfactory system. It was as though he was trying to understand Akheras on an even more fundamental level, decoding the information carried by the scent molecules that now hung heavy in the air. It was a smell rich with meaning, raw and powerful, speaking volumes of the dragon's state of arousal...and more.

Akheras watched as Laryth's lip curled back, drawing in the musk that filled the room. For a moment, uncertainty gripped the dragon. His tail twitched involuntarily, and his eyes, which had been half-closed in bliss, widened. "Rarrhhh,I- I'm sorry about that," he stammered, his tongue darting out to lick his snout as if trying to clean away any lingering scent. "It's been a while since I've... well, attended to matters down there."

Laryth, upon noticing the dragon's sudden anxiety, quickly regained his composure. "Oh, no, please don't misunderstand," he said, his eyes meeting Akheras's with sincerity. "Your scent is perfectly natural. Quite arousing, actually."

The dragon's scales flushed a deeper shade, somewhere between gold and rose, and his eyes darted away. "Ah, well, you see, the exams are coming up in just a few days and I've been left with very little time for other matters," Akheras blurted out, clearly embarrassed. "I've been practicing long flights, studying air currents, memorizing delivery routes. Cleaning, especially there, hasn't been my top priority."

Laryth chuckled softly. "Sounds demanding."

"It's more than you'd think," Akheras sighed, a look of sheepish relief crossing his scaly features. "Maneuvering through the skies with a sack of goods, dodging airships, making sure not to char any letters with a poorly-timed sneeze. It takes a lot out of you."

"I can imagine," Laryth said, smiling warmly. "But rest assured, you smell exactly how a dragon should. Your musk is a fundamental part of you, and there's nothing to be ashamed of."

Hearing this, Akheras felt a tension he hadn't realized he was holding so tight in his flesh begin to melt away. His eyes softened, their earlier sparkle returning. "Thank you... Laryth. It's good to know such. Between all the practicing and stress, I forgot that a dragon's life is sometimes rooted into our very instincts, reminding us who we were before...all this came to be."

"Exactly," Laryth said, his own eyes gleaming as he felt the emotional terrain between them shift once more, this time to something more grounding. "We are who we are, scales, scents, and all. Now, shall we continue?"

Akheras nodded, stretching his neck out a little and resettling himself on the padded surface. "Yes, please do."

Laryth noticed the dragon's excitement show in more ways than one, and with gentle hands, he returned to the tender region that he had started to explore earlier. Drawing close to the slit, his fingers began to probe with even greater tenderness, feeling the delicate inner heat of the flesh, and the wetness that seeped out of its bosom. A dance of teasing and exploration ensued, and with every touch, Akheras's body reacted with a twitch or a subtle tremor of either wing or paw.

Slowly, the dragon's hidden member began to emerge, gradually unsheathing from its protective cocoon. The way Laryth's hands worked made it evident he was experienced in coaxing even the most reclusive of dragon appendages. His fingers would encircle the base, applying just the right amount of pressure. Then, they would glide upward, capturing the slick essence that oozed out and using it to make the ascent smoother.

Akheras's reactions became visibly pronounced once his most sensitive spire received such stimulation upon its surface. Each touch on his emerging member sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through his body. His limbs seemed to have a life of their own, twitching and shuddering with the building intensity. The urge to thrust, to seek more of that tantalizing touch...it nearly overpowered his rational mind. His wings, too, fluttered sporadically, their membranes catching the light, hinting at the tempest of sensations brewing within his tensing body.

His voice betrayed his feelings too. Deep growls, the kind that reverberated in one's chest, alternated with soft, pleading whimpers. It was as if the dichotomy of his nature, the mighty dragon and the vulnerable creature of desire, were both voicing their appreciation in tandem.

The feline masseur read Akheras's responses and adjusted his technique accordingly. Once the dragon's member had fully emerged, the leopard seemed to become even more entranced. The size and texture, the throbbing heat...it all intrigued him to his core. Laryth's hands split their duties: one focused on the head, circling the glans with a relentless rhythm that seemed to hit all the right notes, while the other hand traced the sensitive ridges flanking the dragon's underside.

These ridges, a unique feature of dragons, were highly sensitive, just like his barbs, and Laryth's touch made Akheras's entire frame quiver. The sensation was amplified by the soft, rhythmic purring emanating from Laryth. That deep, resonating sound seemed to be felt more than heard, and its vibrations, combined with the skillful hands, were intoxicating to the ecstatic dragon.

After a few mere strokes, Akheras found himself cresting the precipice of release. Every muscle in his body seemed to coil, tensing in anticipation. The thrusts grew more forceful, and the dragon's entire frame shuddered with each movement. His eyes, once bright with curiosity and anticipation, now glazed over, lost in a haze of pure sensation.

Laryth could sense the approaching climax. With a final, deliberate motion, he intensified his efforts, his hands working in tandem to push Akheras to the brink. The world seemed to narrow to just that room, that moment, and the union of touch and sensation between soft pads and throbbing cock, until...

Until...

"Rawwhhhhhh! Please, Laryth, halt!!" Akheras hissed, his voice quivering like a plucked string on a harp, tinged with a blend of bliss suffused with overwhelmed urgency.

Laryth's paws stilled in an instant, parting from the dragon's throbbing member. The separation caused a fine string of lubrication to snap, a gossamer tether broken in the intimate air of the room.

Though the physical contact had ceased, the seismic wave of arousal had already rumbled too deeply through Akheras to be easily quelled. His emerald eyes squeezed shut as if holding back a great flood, every sinewy muscle in his massive form clenched in tandem. A sharp, almost involuntary thrust arched his back, causing his toes to flare and claws to unsheathe in a crescendo of restrained ecstasy. A powerful surge of liquid warmth splashed across the marbled scales of his belly, splashing them with the heat of his own tempestuous passion.

"Hold, please..." he snarled at the feline's approaching hands, "no more. I can't...endure a single touch," Akheras rumbled, each syllable fractured by a quaking inhale. "This place is too exquisite, too pure--I can't tarnish it with my nefarious lusts."

Laryth nodded quickly at the dragon's distress, his ears flicking attentively. With grace, he opened a drawer and presented a specially-sized, translucent condom. "Would this allay your concerns?" he queried, carefully rolling it onto Akheras's twitching member.

The dragon's eyes softened, his tensed shoulders dropping an inch. "Yes, that does offer some relief," he sighed, his voice tinged with grateful humility. "If I am to spill my seeds, better that I stain the insides of this protection device than the cushions where your next dragon might lounge on."

"Oh, have no worries of that, dear one. We have plenty of spares."

Gently resuming his tactile dance, Laryth's paws glided along the latex sheath, the pressure dialed back. "How does it feel? Too tight, too lose, comfortable enough for you?" he purred softly.

Akheras opened his mouth to affirm, but a guttural growl emerged instead, filling the chamber with a palpable resonance. It was a sound punctuated by his unspoken frustration, echoing off the walls like a discordant melody.

"I find myself at an impasse, Laryth. Despite your unparalleled skill, I... I am unable to fully surrender," Akheras admitted through a deep sigh, his falling voice tinged with vexation and a fleck of shame.

"It's perfectly acceptable," Laryth responded, his voice smooth as velvet, as he withdrew his hands and reached for a plush towel. "The essence of this experience is your well-being and relaxation; it's not a quest to push you into areas you are not ready to explore just yet."

Akheras inhaled deeply, the aroma of the remaining scented oils filling his nostrils, a little less burdensome now. "Your understanding grants me solace. It's not the physicality of the act that impedes me; merely the labyrinth within my own mind that I find most confounding."

The feline lifted a finger, his eyes twinkled with a hint of knowing mischief. "Oh, that. See, there are other avenues of pleasure to explore, if you are willing," he said softly, his tail swishing in delicate arcs behind him. "What say you?"

After the dragon's nodding confirmation, he ambled over to his desk, took up the decanter of warm, aromatic oil, and dribbled a generous pool into his palm.

Upon his return, he positioned himself near Akheras's hindquarters, his eyes meeting the dragon's for a moment of silent communion. With a touch as light as a whisper, his oil-coated fingers began to circle a particularly sensitive, tight area, eliciting an unmistakable shudder from the dragon.

The leopard's skilled digits flexed rhythmically, each motion an intimate verse of tactile poetry. Gradually, his index finger eased into Akheras's tailhole, probing gently. The dragon's body responded immediately--each muscle fiber around the point of contact tightened and relaxed in rhythmic anticipation, affirming a wordless "yes."

Guided by his instinctive knack for pacing, Laryth introduced a second finger, venturing deeper this time. Akheras's scales seemed to ripple with the pleasure of this act, his eyes closing to narrow slits as he luxuriated in the increasingly complex blend of sensations that made his nethers clench and his cock spit its lubrication inside the condom.

Just when he thought this would be all the surprises he sampled this day, Laryth's fingers angled subtly, then brushed against something within the dragon's halls that made the dragon's entire form seize up. His wings tensed, the membranes quivering. His claws clenched momentarily into the plush padding beneath him, and a shivering growl emerged from his parting maw.

"Hrrhhh...intensssse," the dragon took a breath to calm himself down even as his member wildly twitched under the burst of fiery stimulation he just experienced. "Too intense..."

"I would imagine. Your seed nugget here feels very full," Laryth remarked, his voice imbued with a gentle, professional curiosity. He nudged the swollen spot gently with the pad of his finger, and just like before, the effect was immediate. A squirt of fluid erupted from Akheras's member, the thin condom stretching as it caught the release.

"Should I pause?" Laryth asked, locking eyes with the growling dragon once more.

Akheras inhaled sharply, each pant a tiny mote of relief in a blaze of foreign sensations. His eyes, glazed over and unfocused a moment before, suddenly sharpened as they met Laryth's. "No," he breathed, the word seething between clenched teeth. "No pauses. Please, continue. I would have you...finish."

Laryth nodded, a soft smile curving his lips. With a breath taken in by both him and the dragon, they resumed, his fingers resumed their dance just as the dragon resumed his whining. There was a renewed vigor in his touch, as if Akheras's plea had unfurled a new chapter of their unspoken narrative. And as he plunged himself deeper into the dragon's warm rear, angling for that swollen, sensitive node within, they both became focused on what came next.

Akheras's tail coiled and uncoiled, his wings now fully extended, every clawed tip quivering with strain. The dragon's voice too unfurled in a growl that merged into a groan, a sound that seemed to transcend language, sinking into the realm of pure bestial sensation.

The feline too, found his own voice descend in a rumbling purr, a harmonious complement to the dragon's ecstatic growl In many ways, Laryth felt as if he were holding a live wire. Every minute adjustment of his fingers, every shift in pressure, sent electric jolts of rippling sensations through Akheras sensitive muscles. His fingers moved in a delicate interplay of touch through the dragon's flesh tunnel, employing both gentle up-and-down motions and a curling, beckoning technique that homed in on the dragon's swollen prostate, and it wasn't long until the air grew thick with the scent of musk and exotic oils.

"Am I going too quickly? Is it too intense?" Laryth inquired, his eyes riveted to Akheras's. The dragon's gaze was now hazy, veiled behind a shimmering curtain of rapture, but still coherent enough to register the masseur's question.

"No," Akheras managed to groan out, each syllable a pulsing echo of the sensations wracking his body. "It's... overwhelming, but ghhhrrrhh...but...raahhh!"

In that moment, with the words stuck in his throat, Akheras seemed to come undone. With a sudden, convulsive movement, he rolled onto his side. His body curled as though coiling around the nucleus of pleasure that Laryth's fingers had located, and then...he thrust. Powerful motions, almost desperate, set his body ablaze, his entire being condensed into each surge of his hips.

Compelled by some instinctual urge for a new angle, a different axis of pleasure, Akheras rolled onto his back, legs kicking up briefly into the air. His thrusts escalated, each one a rhythmic cry of mounting urgency. "I can't... I can't hold it!" he stuttered between guttural growls, yearning, no...pleading for this much needed release.

Laryth's eyes gleamed, his tongue sweeping across his muzzle in a glance of lustful eagerness. With one hand, he maintained the rhythm on Akheras's prostate, each press accompanied by a slick, squelching sound that was nearly drowned out by the dragon's increasingly feral growls. The feline's other hand found its way to Akheras's hindpaw, kneading the soft pads with increasing intensity, mirroring the crescendo within.

But even as Laryth sensed the tremors of impending climax shaking the golden dragon's massive frame, he noted the eyes -clouded with an indescribable blend of pleasure and strain- almost tearing up. Swiftly, he abandoned the paw and refocused both hands. One hand firmly squeezed the dragon's glans, while the other drove into the prostate with decisive force.

The effect of that sudden thrust proved cataclysmic. Akheras erupted with a roar that shook the very foundations of the chamber; a primordial, sizzling howl that seemed to blaze forth from the depths of his being. His body thrusted up into Laryth's skillful grip, every muscle fiber contracting in an orgasmic explosion of pure bliss.

He came. He climaxed. He spilled. One spurt, two, three.

The condom around his member swelled alarmingly, fed by the jets of his quaking lusts, each pulse sending another hot burst of fresh, pent-up dragon semen into its confines. It was as though some wall within had burst, and all the pent-up rivers were now flooding forth from the inner reaches of his infuriatingly sensitive prostate.

Despite the barrier offered by the condom, trickles of his release found their way out, coursing down along the base of his member to pool into his slit. And yet, throughout this haze of release, the feline kept going, squeezing his glans before every erupting, thrusting his hand into his squelching passage so he could further tickle and push against the dragon's unraveling prostate.

The need, the instinctual heat, the feline's own fascination with dragons all worked together to bring Akheras over the peaks of an an overwhelming climax, one that left him gasping, his scales tingling as if they were individual nerve endings.

At the end of it all, with his fire spent and his anus slowly relaxing from its trembling pulsations that brought him so much bliss, Akheras felt like he was floating back down from some celestial plane, each deep breath he took like an anchor pulling him back into his corporeal self. Laryth carefully withdrew his fingers from Akheras, each digit exiting with a slow, deliberate care that seemed to pull the last tendrils of pleasure from deep within the dragon. Akheras shuddered once more, a soft exhale escaping from his parted jaws.

With the same delicacy, Laryth removed the laden condom from the dragon's member, holding it briefly to examine the weight of Akheras's release. As the scent wafted through the air -a complex bouquet of dragon musk and seed- Laryth's upper lip curled back in another Flehmen response. "This scent is... intoxicating. Dragon seed is a particular weakness of mine," Laryth admitted, the bulge in his pants already obvious on its own. "Would you allow me to cleanse you not with a mere towel, but with my tongue instead?"

Thoroughly spent but awash in satisfying languor, Akheras lifted one leg in open invitation. "Do what you must," he breathed, each word carrying the weight of deep-seated contentment.

Laryth needed no further encouragement. His tongue unfurled like a luxurious velvet carpet and began its tender ministrations along the dragon's slit. Each lap was performed with a certain deliberateness, as if the feline were savoring a divine nectar. Laryth's tongue glided seamlessly over cock and vent alike, a velvety caress that transcended mere touch to become almost an element unto itself. He could taste the dragon's rich aroma, imbued with a musk that sang the songs of many days spent in lustful neglect.

Pausing momentarily, Laryth looked up at Akheras, his eyes half-lidded and blissful. "Your scent is incredible," he purred, "it's like a night under the stars but with a fire to warm the bones. It's... fascinating."

Before Akheras could respond, Laryth resumed his oral expedition, now ascending along the dragon's firm member. Each lick was calculated but filled with genuine desire, a slow climb toward an apex of sensation. His muzzle lovingly enveloped the dragon's tip, his soft lips locking around it as he began to suckle with gentle yet firm tugs, pulling whatever semen remained inside the dragon's urethra deep into his gullet.

Again, Laryth paused. "Ah, the intensity of it all," he mused, gazing at Akheras as if sharing a secret only they were privy to. "There's a... a heat in you. It's more than just physical. It's as if my tongue is tracing the contours of your very desires, dragon." His words hung heavy in the scented air, like droplets of honey.

After a bit more suckling, the feline pulled away, this time his fur visibly bristling, an electric charge animating each strand. "I have to say," Laryth noted with a slight tremor in his voice, "whatever this is, it's making my fur tingle in the best possible way."

"Can say the same thing," the dragon rumbled, his pleading look coercing the feline to keep on feeding from his condom-depraved cock.

The sensations of Laryth's maw -its moist warmth, the silken texture of his tongue, the comforting enclosure of his lips- resumed their divine work. His purring escalated again into a deep, sustained rumble, almost like a chant of primal hymns. The vibrations resonated in a harmonious son along Akheras's sensitive shaft, each purr a note, each lick a melody, coalescing into a rhapsody that seemed to draw from both of them a second, weaker climax.

That's when Akheras caught it. The smell of Laryth's own arousal, a scent that spoke of pheromones and unfulfilled desire. "May I do something for you in return?" he offered, a new flicker of energy kindling in his eyes.

The feline gently withdrew from the member, offering it a quick parting kiss before licking his own satisfied lips. He shook his head, smiling. "Your pleasure comes first in this establishment, noble dragon," he purred, licking his muzzle clean once more of the dragon's essence. "That's my joy and my profession." With that, he excused himself, padding softly into the adjoining bathroom.

From within the sanctuary of the bathroom, a mrowling noise echoed--a noise that could only be a manifestation of a pleasure deferred but not denied. Akheras chuckled softly to himself, finding comfort in the thought that even the artisans of bliss like Laryth were not beyond the sweet snares of their own craft. The noise was the perfect conclusion to a masterpiece of sensations that had left him utterly spent but deeply, profoundly satisfied. And as he lay there, breathing in the mixed scents of dragon and feline that hung heavily in the air, he realized that some experiences defied mere words. They lived in the realm of pure sensation, a realm in which, thanks to Laryth's skilled hands, he knew he would gladly return in the future.

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