Size of it All

Story by JakWolf on SoFurry

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#2 of The Size of the Thing


The Size of It All

The warnings: Under 18, no reading. Seriously, stop now. Go put on some Spongebob or something, go on, git. They gone? Cool, as for the rest of you, all the things you are about to read come from that scary, scary place that is my mind, and is in no way, shape, or form supposed to represent anyone in real life. Yes, I honestly just have thoughts like this. Stick around, it gets better.

Hark was one of those people who wakes up slowly, taking stock of the world around him before plunging into consciousness. Most of the time this consisted of "Is it cold?" or "Is it raining?" But this time was a wee bit different. First off, the ground was much softer than usual. No, wait, that wasn't the ground, it was too cushioned. And while he was definitely aware that it was still dark, he couldn't make out any of the night sounds of foxes, bats, and other nocturnal critters. This made the young Largas (Giant, for those of you just joining in) a bit wary since the last time he'd had an experience like this it'd meant he'd gotten piss drunk and passed out in someone's barn, which was rather unpleasant for himself, the cows, and the farmer when he came to see what had them so upset. However, there were two things that not only put his mind at ease, but snapped him wide-awake: A gentle hand stroking his groin and a soft female voice right next to his ear.

"Well, tall stuff, back in the world of the living?" There was a teasing tone in the voice. "I knew I was good, but I didn't think I'd knock you out that quick." A velvet tongue flickered in his ear and his eyes snapped open, turning his head to capture it with his mouth. The dragoness, half laying atop him, gave something between a giggle and a whimper and thrust her tongue so deep into his mouth he was sure she was trying to lick the back of his throat. And since fair was fair, he did his damndest to return the feeling. They lay there for a long moment, tongues wrestling between their mouths before the jade-scaled Bretta finally pushed him back softly, their mouths parting with a soft gasp from each of them. The dragoness looked back along his body, her smile growing wider and hungry. "Well, maybe not so exhausted after all!" She purred, reaching down grasp his fully erect cock.

Hark whimpered, arching softly into her hands, then leaned up to bury his face in the swell of her lovely breasts. Some might have complained that they weren't big enough, but Hark was a firm (no pun intended) believer in the saying "more than a mouthful is a waste". Bretta gasped as he proved that what she had was juuuuust right, the Largas taking almost her entire left breast into his mouth, his tongue running almost cat like across the diamond hard nipple. Her breath hissed through clenched teeth as she willed her body to move, her slender frame shaking as she slid one leg across his stomach, straddling him softly, reluctant to take the delicious sensation away from her breast.

She leaned her head down to place a kiss on his forehead, whispering. "You ready, handsome?" Hark's response was muffled by her flesh, sending a thrill through her body as she moved back carefully, lining up the slit of her cunny with the almost purple head of his cock. Bretta bit his bottom lip as she slowly pressed down onto the throbbing shaft, whimpering deep in her throat as the labia parted. Hark's mouth left her breast as she slowly slid down lower, the tight, wet velvet enrobing him, drawing a moan of pure ecstasy from his throat. The dragoness grinned down at him, shaking softly as she forced more of his manhood into her. She was no virgin by any stretch, but then, she'd never fucked a Largas before either. Apparently, her cousin Veila had been right: Mammals were different, in the best fucking way possible. Leaning forward, she planted her hands on his chest, tail lashing softly behind her as she finally pressed flush with his body, feeling his curls tickling her sensitive groin scales.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, locked in the spell of mating. The veins of his cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat, teasing tight velvet muscles as they clamped down in their own rhythm. Hark's hands gripped her hips, never wanting to let go, the sensation beyond anything he'd ever dreamed. At least until she began to slowly move her hips forward and back, side to side, brushing every inch of her inner muscles, gasping and panting softly as she ground down onto him. Hark's body tired of waiting for his hormone drenched mind to catch up and began to move in time with her. The cave soon filling with animalistic grunts and moans, the sweet wet slap of flesh on flesh. Bretta lifted up and let him pull her back down, half screaming at each fresh thrust, her claws drawing red lines down his chest. If Hark noticed, he gave no sign; his eyes locked with hers, filled with lust and need as he pistoned up into the tight embrace of her pussy. The almost burning hot muslces milked his shaft unmercifully, coaxing his cum from balls. He could feel himself drawing closer with each thrust and willed himself to hold on, just a little longer. He felt his draconian lover's claws dig deeper into his flesh and winced, then stared in awe at what happened next.

Bretta's body shuddered, muscles clenching so hard it was almost painful, her eyes almost rolling back into her head as she slammed down onto him once, twice, and let out a scream that shook the stone ceiling and sent her "cats" running for cover. Her cunny muscles drenched his cock, her juices soaking his groin, filling the cave with a fresh wave of pheromones, and that was all it took. Hark's sac tightened so hard it almost vanished into his body, his yell rattling dishes in the kitchen, his ass lifting from the couch as he thrust one final time, pressing himself as deep as possible before the pulsing, quivering shaft exploded inside her. The feel of white hot cum flooding her womb sent the dragoness into a series of aftershocks, her body quaking like a newborn, her voice reduced to shrieks and screams as her mate filled her.

With a final gasp, they collapsed onto the couch, the much tormented cushions sagging under them as Bretta draped her deep green form over Hark, gasping for air as his sweat coated her scales, their mixed fluids shimmering on their thighs and groins. The dragoness managed to lever herself up enough to look down into the Largas's sex stoned face. "That.......was......" She whispered, then gave a very deep murr and draped over him again, succumbing to the need for sleep. Hark gave a lopsided grin as exhaustion flooded over him. He'd never expected to find himself in a postion like this, and had the feeling if the folks back home could see him now... The grin widened and he leaned his head down to press a soft kiss to Bretta's forehead. She stirred softly, finishing her sentence in the realm of dreams. "mmmmfan...fuckin....tastic...."

"Yeah........it was......." He whispered, letting the warmth of her body and the gently caress of her breath on his chest lull him into another deep slumber, his arms wrapped around her, their hearts beating softly together.

He was jolted awake as something large and furry landed in the middle of his chest, plucking at the flesh with its claws. Harak's hand instinctively grasped for his weapon (which was on the otherside of the room) before his head finally pieced together the feline form that was making itself at home on him. He gave the Rockcat (lords and ladies only knew which one it was) his best "you will pay" glare. In the fine tradition of all domesticated felines, it flicked its tail at him and ignored the silly "warning", sauntering down his chest and stomach to sniff his bare cock before dropping onto the floor and padding off. Now fully awake, the Largas sat up slowly, blinking around the still dimly lit cavern. From the light filtering in through the entrance, he could tell it was morning, and his body added "too damn early in the" to that. He wobbled to his feet and finally realized that, while Bretta was nowhere in sight, he could hear her voice coming from somewhere. Singing, to be precise, an echoing tune in what he could only assume was the language of dragons. Like a sleepwalker he followed the sound through the kitchen, pausing to scratch the chin of the other cat in passing. An opening near the stove showed a ramp leading down deeper beneath the mountains, and as he eased downward, the singing grew louder and more enchanting. The ramp opened up into a cavern that, well, it could only be summed up as massive and beautiful. The ceiling was covered in crystals of every shape, color, and description one could imagine, and a series of pools dotted the floor. They seemed to be divided into cold pools on the left, hot springs on the right, and the nearest spring held a very bare, very beautiful, very vocal dragoness. Hark leaned against the doorway and watched her, smiling soflty as she washed and crooned, causing the crystals above to vibrate in tune. As quietly as he could manage Hark moved across the smooth floor, easing into the spring and biting his lip at the heat. To him it felt a degree or two short of scalding and he had to wonder about what it felt like to Bretta.

"Oh come on, you big baby, its not THAT hot."

Hark gave her an annoyed look. "You knew I was there the whole time, didn't you?" Her smile made his heart do a backflip, and the giggle that followed it made the urge to kiss her unbearable.

"Sweets, I'm a dragon. I can hear a ratman sneeze from the cave mouth, so its not hard to hear a sex stunned man almost crashing into my kitchen table." The water rippled as she crossed the pool. With the steam wreathing her body, she looked like something out of the tales of the goddesses. She pulled him close and captured his mouth with hers before he could even think to move, but his tongeu got into the spirit of it quick enough with the rest of him right behind. Their tongues curled around each other as they moved, Hark pressing his dragoness to the edge of the pool. Bretta reached beneath the water and gripped his cock, stroking the shaft into a full raging erection, purring against his mouth. He whimpered as she pressed the head of his cock to the lips of her cunny again, body burning with anticipation (or maybe just the water, either way).

"Bubba, I don't know who the hell you are, but you don't get away from my baby sister, you're not going to live to regret it."

The couple's eyes snapped open and the dragoness craned her neck around as Hark stared up at the very pissed off looking dragon towering over them. The Largas was painfully reminded of the "normal" sized folks back home, only they didn't have gleaming green scales, gleaming silver pupils, spikes running down their chin, or razor like horns jutting from their foreheads. Nor did they usually have smoke curling from their nostrils. Bretta turned in the water, half submerging herself as she smiled sheepishly up at the larger dragon. "Um, hey, Farl, you're, um, you're a couple days early. Have a good trip?"

Farl glared at Hark as he spoke, never actually looking at his sister. "Oh, you know, aside from dealing with asshole chimeras and having mom send me a messanger spell saying that, since the meetings ended early and all I just HAD to come out here NOW and make sure you were "ok", just fine." The Largas could practically see the anger bubbling up under those words. "So, I see you've been having a nice time."

Bretta bristled, coming out of the water in one fluid motion and punching her brother square in the stomach. Farl grunted and bent almost in half, finding his chin spike in the hands of his sister. "Don't you EVEN take that tone with me!" She grated between clenched teeth. "You, dear brother, are not the only one who gets to have a life!" Amazement, and something between aroual and love, replaced the fear in Hark's gut as he moved to the pool's edge, watching the family drama unfold. Farl swallowed softly as he suddenly remembered the arguments (more like battles) their parents and Bretta had thrown when she moved into her own place. She twisted his chin spike again. "So don't you EVEN give me grief for finding a guy!" She let go with a shove and turned, all but hauling Hark out of the pool by his shoulders. Before he could protest the fact that he was buck friggin' naked she had her tongue somewhere near his tonsils, apparently proving the point to her brother.

The older dragon straightened and scowled, though not as deeply."Yeah, but, with HIM?"

"Yes, with him! You, Mr. Hydra Humper, have no place to talk!" She all but snarled back, almost removing Hark's tongue with hers. Farl cringed at the hit and raised his hands in defeat.

"Fine, whatever, I'll just, go, wait in the kitchen or something." He turned and sulked up the ramp, leaving Hark staring down in wide eyed admiration at Bretta. She answered the look with a smirk and another kiss, this one a little less ferocious but just as delicious. Hark felt her tongue wrap around his as he tugged her closer and leaned into the sweet kiss, his fingers moving between them to massage the soft scales of her groin. She hissed into his mouth and then purrred. Farl's voice echoed from the top of the ramp. "For the sake of the First, would you mind not fucking while I'm right fucking here?!"

Bretta sighed and shot a look up the ramp as she tugged on the Largas's arm. "Come on, if we're not getting that fun, I'm going to bug the hell out of him."

"Fun. Need any help?"

"Oh sweety, of course you're going to help! You don't have a choice!" She winked at him and Hark put a dramatic hand to his forehead. "Well, if I must, I must. Lead on, oh harsh mistress." He slid his hand into hers and she leaned close to whisper.

"Mistress comes after the third date, tall stuff, don't get ahead of yourself." With a fully wicked grin, she all but dragged him up the ramp behind her.