Home Games
Preface: This story contains male and female humans imagining themselves as anthropormorphic dragons, engaged in consentual and semi-consentual roleplay, bondage, manual sex, penetration, domination+submission, romantic themes, psychological themes, etc. Dashed off in two brief writing sessions. Enjoy.
If you're under the age of legal majority in your home state/country, you can't read this story, since your mom or dad will eventually catch you, call you a furry faggot animal fucker, and disown you. It's true, swear to god! Go read the bible instead. It's uh... full of moral fibre. Like a bran muffin. For the rest of you of age, wank like the dirty furverts you are. ;) You have my blessing.
Mazdeth's character used with approval and permission, ditto with Kagane's. Names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Home Games
By Bahumat
She smiled to herself expectantly as she curled against his side, at first cuddling, then a few minutes later, slowly stretching herself against him in a subtle, pleasant way. Blue eyes peeked out from under straw-blond hair, sparkling softly, and he had to look down and smile. No words passed their lips, but quiet understanding occurred, and he gently dipped his mouth to hers and kissed her.
The first two kisses were soft and lingering, and the third shared mutual taste as tongues slipped out to shyly brush one another. A familiar dance for them both, but never any point in rushing it. She felt his hand land lightly on her thigh, and gave a small tensing of her body up to him in encouragement, her arms gently wrapping around his neck. She liked his hands; gentle, strong, and fast when they needed to be. Fingertips gently brushed up her thighs, at first just circling and tickling the skin, making her smile against his neck.
She watched his eyes slowly find hers, the blue eyes that could be so hard for others, and still look at her in a way that made her blush. She waited for it, knowing it was coming, inclining her head softly, expectantly.
"Beautiful." he murmured, his voice that special rumble that only seemed to come from him during lovemaking. She knew it and expected it, but it still made her blush softly, a gentle tingle running up her toes to hear herself so praised. And to hear him mean it, with every fibre of his being, an intensity that was simultaneously attractive and frightening.
"Thank you." she whispered back, and closed her eyes as his jaws gently found her neck, a soft growl emerging from his throat against her, making her thrill all the more. The warmth inside the pit of her belly was growing, her body starting to press against him more. Her body knew him, had had six months of him now, and eagerly wanted him. She heaved a soft breath as his body covered hers, his hands running down her chest, over her breasts warmly. He always said he was indifferent to breasts, and while it was true she hardly ever saw him admiring anybody's chest, he still managed to remember to touch her there.
She gave a small squirm and gasp as warm fingers brushed circles over aerolae and nipples, and giggled softly to herself. They never stood for anybody except him. She'd had lovers before, but none had ever been able to arouse her nubs so easily; they stood out for attention, and warmly, he granted it to them; at first his hands gently covering and stroking, and then his mouth leaving her neck, his body sliding down, then the wet warmth of his mouth engulfing the end of her right breast.
She mewled softly, dropping her hands to her sides on the couch, watching the top of his head. In her mind, gently editing it, transforming him into the dragon she thought of him as, knowing he was doing the same. Intellectual thoughts of 'furry' and its application to her love life were fleeting, however. His right hand had slipped under her hips, and the tip of his finger was tracing along the inner edge of her sex, gently brushing over the hood of her clitoris. She took a single, deep breath, and let the thoughts come; the gaze of those eyes made yellow, the imagination of scales instead of skin. Thinking of his colours; a dark red and gold belly scales, like in the pictures he'd shown her. And her own, the green-grey. Thinking of the taut muscle underneath, feeling the tension of his body atop her, the low, rumbling growls.
She felt his heavy paw fall onto the center of her chest, token-pinning her, as his finger crooked and slipped into her, running his fingertip heavily along inside her inner folds. His finger was never shy; it edged over her clit early and often, making her arch softly, soft whimpers leaving her mouth. Most of all, though, was the feeling of control he exerted over her; the hand on her chest, and the pace of his fingers. He knew her body well now, and could as he chose set her off a dozen times in a row quickly, or keep her on the edge of one tremendous climax for a half hour. She wondered what he would choose today, and softly licked her lips, then flexed her hips softly as a second finger crooked inside her, joining the other. He was wiggling his fingertips upwards inside her, tickling the roof of her sex, sparks of pleasure seeming to fly off his fingers into her.
Then his voice came, a low, pleasant rumble, slyly confident. This, most of all, was why she thrilled; few lovers had the confidence to pull a role like this off.
"That's a good girl, little one..." he rumbled down to her, hand working inner folds steadily, feeling how wet she'd become from his simple attentions, and knowing how very much wetter she would become in a few minutes. "My little pet, you're going to serve me, and you're going to cry my name in your pleasure, over, and over, again." He punctuated his words with the warm strumming of his thumb on her clit, making her gasp and squirm up to him, his words making her smile uncontrollably.
"Yes master!" she replied breathlessly. "Please let me serve... mmmn... I've been a good girl for you!" She loved this game, and knew he loved it too. Slow waves of pleasure were thrumming inside her, and she felt herself slip fully over into the fantasy. Inside her, fingers became scaled, her minds eye seeing him above her, claws against her chest, his tail stalking behind him in satisfaction. Her own scales, a graphite gray-green, reflecting the gold of his belly off of herself, mingled with the reddening tinge of the flush that was stealing over her body.
Teeth found her neck again, and she cried out at the bite, warm pressure folding into her, feeling his forked tongue dart out against her scales, tasting her. Unable to help herself, she wrapped her arms around his back again, stroking at the base of the wings, moaning soft encouragement. His growl and hand responded, both fingers buried in her crooking alternately, 'walking' the tips along her g-spot. Shuddering overcame her body, muscles spasming, as her inner walls rippled and quaked. She felt the first gush of cum leave her, followed a moment later by another as Kagane worked his hand into her.
"OH! OH MASTER!" she cried out, knowing he loved to hear her voice in that moment. His warm, satisfied growl rose atop her, his soft chuckle as usual. Even six months couldn't help him from still being amazed at the quantity of her cum; they'd given up on simple towels after the fourth month, as even tripled up they couldn't stop soaking the mattress. With a groan of regret to feel his hand leave her, even for a moment, she felt him slip free, and then shuddered in pleasure at the next words she heard.
"Over, Mazdeth." the dragon's voice hissed, Kagane gently straightening, reaching down around the corner of the bed to where the handcuffs were joined to the bed frame, the tell-tale rattle making her open her eyes for a few moments, warmth flooding through her all over again.
"P... please... yes master Kagane." she whispered, rolling slowly around to elbows and knees. The fuzzed handcuffs slowly closed around her right wrist, then her left, the metallic clic-clic-clic-clic announcing she was well and truly caught. She lowered her head and smiled into the mattress softly. Being able to trust a man like this was the biggest joy, and more so because he would see her as she saw him; human only when her eyes were open.
Breath caught in her throat as his hands stroked up her arms, thoughtfully arranging her hair to expose her neck, without having it hang in her face. Fingers-turned-to-claws once again, and ran over her neck, and down her back, kneading, his warm breath washing over the base of her tail. His throaty rumble sung through the air, music to her ears:
"Mmn... My naughty little girl wants to serve her master, doesn't she?" he rumbled, pausing to give her tail base a gentle nip. "She wants her tail lifted, and to be filled by her drake... to be claimed over, and over again, as his..."
She nodded, her voice a mere whisper of anticipation now. "Yesss..." His hands were sliding down over her hips now, and trailing talon points around the back of her legs, tickling and stroking, kneading the soft, ample lines of her thighs. His wings slowly fell over her sides; warming her, holding her close. She hiked her hips higher wantonly, putting her ankles together, knowing this was how her master preferred to take her.
His right hand rose up her hips, and his thumb slowly traced a circle against her labia, slipping in slowly, the side of his fingers pressed along underneath, rubbing her swollen clit now, making her whimper a bit more. She felt the thumb penetrate, and start to stroke slowly, the tilt of the mattress changing subtly as her drake moved to mount her. He always liked to start with his thumb, and then move to his shaft; and she couldn't complain, it eased her open conveniently.
"Cry your pleasure for me." he growled atop her, his free hand scratching down her spine roughly, raking her scales. She cried out as she felt him slide a moment after his thumb slipped back out.
"Mmmn... Oh master..." she whispered, as warmth and pressure filled her, her master sinking slowly into her body, giving her time to adjust, and enjoy, the penetration. She gave her handcuffs a few token jerks, rattling the chain. Kagane loved the suggestion of ravishment in his lovemaking with her, and she loved to bring out the passion in him it could elicit. "Oh... no... Master... oh...!" she groaned, smiling despite herself. They had safewords of course, and 'no' wasn't one of them.
Her knees staggered a bit, her arms bracing herself for what would come; the long, rough ride. Kagane slowly hilted, then pulled back, sliding himself out of her wet, warm depths, before grinding back in. His hands slipped to her hips, talons digging into her hips. And then he was thrusting, quick and hard, pulling himself out usually to the very tip before sliding all the way home, stroking her depths with the full length of his shaft. He wasn't all that big, but he used what he had in ways that made her quiver and arch. "Oh.. Oh master!" she called out, and this time there was no drama or acting to it... he had a strong grip of her hips, and she was being used, properly taken and claimed, the way her submissive streak loved.
His hips slapped against hers roughly, his snarl ripping through the air like canvass tearing, eliciting a sub-orgasm from her hips. She usually climaxed often and easily, and Kagane fully exploited that, like now; his pace quick and hungry, driving himself into her. His angle was great; riding high, and at a downward angle, her claws grasped the sheets as his glans rode hard against her g-spot again. His voice above her, urging her on, managing to be passionate, knowing, smug, predatory, and loving, all at once: "Don't you dare hold back, pet!" he growled loudly, slamming his hips deep against her, hard enough to make her entire body ripple. "You're MINE to claim, little one! MINE!"
He rolled his head back and groaned in pleasure as his words and harsh hip-slamming had their effect; a loud, sudden cry from Mazdeth, as the graphite-grey and green dragoness splashed his hips and thighs with cum, once, twice, three in succession. He rode her hard throughout, giving her no rest, driving her through each successive climax seconds after the other. By now, he was starting to sweat heavily, rivulets coursing down his skin, down his scales, joining the small floodplain they were starting on the edge of the mattress. "Oh, oh Kagane! KAGANE!" she screamed as climax ripped through her, her body shaking and being shook, between climax and her lover's passionate thrusts.
Kagane's satisfied growl continued to praise her. "That's it little one... cum for me... come on, you can give me another..." and when she did, his soft, approving chuckle. "... Good girl, such a good, dirty little girl. Mmn, you feel so good around me, little one. My little pet... bound and helpless..."
His thrusting continued, five minutes, ten, breath warming her back, his sweat dripping down his hands, and her hips. She came five more times, giving herself in to the mindless rhythm, breathing raggedly, feeling her body quiver and shake under her lover's assault. The perfect timeless time for her, pleasure rolling over her mind and body again and again, hearing his praise each time, hearing the admiration and affection in his voice, amidst the usual good show of a dominant master.
Finally, she felt him give in; sudden quickening of his pace, the alternation between shallow and deep thrusts, and then the moans rising in his throat... and then the last words to the game, as his hands tensed, scratching her back hard, the words nearly shouted as the crimson and gold drake held himself back for the few more seconds he could: "WHOSE ARE YOU LITTLE ONE?!"
She cried back, thrusting back against him hungrily, losing herself to the meaning and depth of the words, and the promise underlying it: "I'm yours, master! YOURS-- aaah!" A last small orgasm, like a firecracker up her nerves, and then the warm, silky gush of her lover, the sudden hilting of his hips into hers, as he came hard atop her, raging and snarling, bites raining down on her back here and there.
He relaxed atop her, lowering himself slowly, and then came the gentle clutch, the promise of his body inside her, holding himself against her back, hands gently stroking under her pendulous breasts, and along underneath, massaging her ribcage. "Thank you." he whispered. She didn't know why he always thanked her, but it warmed her, and she responded in kind. "You're welcome, master."
She sighed in contentment as, after a few minutes of silent, mutual glow, he slipped out from her, spent, and rose off of her back. Still, she didn't move, knowing well that her lover wasn't yet done. He refused to be the last to climax, and she tolerated it despite her exhaustion. In fact, she did more than tolerate it, lifting her hips one last time to him.
The hand planted itself into the small of the her back, holding her firmly, as his finger crooked, bearing a fingertip directly against her clit, and proceeded to twiddle it, rough and quick, five or six strokes a second. She hardly had time to brace herself, before her body started to shudder internally. Perhaps twelve seconds passed, maybe fifteen, and then she started to scream his name again. "Ka... oh! Kagan... KAGANE! OH MASTER OH GOD!" The finger wouldn't stop, couldn't stop now. The first splash of her cum went across his palm, two more climaxes in quick succession making her bones go limp, slumping into the bed, eyes crossing from the endorphin rush. But still his hand moved, with that blurring quickness and strength. "No... na... Kagan... master... n-no... ooo-ooh-OH!" she babbled, her handcuffed hands clenching.
The smell of sex was pungent in the room, the humidity making it nearly a sauna by now, and the bed underneath was utterly soaked. And still she was cumming, the last of her reserves, feeling her mouth dry and body tire as it lost all the moisture it could spare. Mercifully, this time, she felt his fingers finally slow, and then after an achingly long minute, pull away. Sometimes he didn't, and would drive her like this until she could gasp the safeword. It'd been a close call this time.
A hand gently stroked her rump. "Rest, little one." he growled softly, his exhausted body falling down beside her on the bed, arms gently encircling her side. "Rest."
She nodded mutely, breathing a soft sigh of relief as his hands undid the cuffs, allowing her to turn over. Her eyes watched him, and she couldn't help but smile; familiarity and affection were already rousing him from the bed, to the bottle of ice tea she'd stashed by the bed. Wordlessly, she accepted it from him, and drank deeply.
And then it was the ten minutes of silent cuddling, warm arms around her, her muzzle/nose pressed into his chest/scales, feeling the fantasy slip away. His scent warm and inviting to her. She looked up to him and smiled softly, her voice still languid. "Your wings were on me this time..." she whispered. His voice in her ear. "... I had your tail in my teeth." he replied, smiling back. The last part of the ritual, the soft admission of where their fantasies had been, the acknowledgement of fantasy, the last farewell to the place they could share, where they weren't 'just' human.
She brushed his hand, some minutes later. Familiarity again; wordlessly he rose, took her offered hand, and walked off to the shower.