Needs Fulfilled
#14 of The Knights of Juno
Alrighty, part two. Again, I hope you will enjoy it.
As always, comments are appreciated and requested.
continued from 'A new beginning'...
Malcolm grinned broadly, eagerly pressing himself against his dragon. Drawing in a breath to try and calm his racing heart, he smelled a peculiar scent, like that of honey or some sweet nectar, emanating from Turquoise, a scent that was growing stronger by the moment. It was somewhat akin to the scent that she had always had, but far sweeter than any flower's, and almost tangible, a strange weight to it that made it sink deep into his mind. Whatever it was, it lit a flame in his heart, a giddy sort of heat rising throughout his body, setting to work on all his senses, heightening his awareness strangely. Nuzzling his dragon's neck, he planted a kiss on the dragoness' scaly throat, suddenly finding the overlapping scales there soft, more akin to supple leather than to the hard armor that they usually were, though he also knew in his mind that they hadn't changed, or he thought not anyway. Gently, he traced his tongue across her neck, from the hollow of her throat to the base of her snout, eliciting a quiet gasp of pleasure from her. Kissing her once more on the lips, Malcolm looked in his dragon's blue-green orbs and found himself suddenly trapped within them.
He had never really looked at her eyes this way before, but they were the most arresting eyes he had ever seen. A very fine, light blue, with just a trace of green, matching to the stone prized in the Southwest almost exactly. But there was something more to them than that. Looking into them was like staring into the sky at noon, or into a deep well, an almost liquid quality, the colors seeming to shift and flow about the depths of the sable pupils. They were deep and wise like all dragon's were, and yet, as young and vulnerable as a girl freshly grown to womanhood. Looking into them like this, for the first time as one in love, Malcolm felt the final remnant of his hesitation fade, like spider silk blown on the breeze. And, rising out of the mysterious depths of her gaze, he saw the love that he knew she felt for him, but more, he saw longing, a deep and lasting longing that he was only beginning to understand as he opened his mind to her. The emotion was so strong that it surged suddenly across their mental link as wave upon the shore, and he embraced her once more, tears collecting in his eyes as he held her, imbuing his embrace with all the love and warmth that he could muster. For a few moments longer, the pair held each other closely, unable or unwilling to part, but then, the befuddling sweet scent grew suddenly strong, filling every breath and Malcolm shuddered suddenly, as if a chill had washed through him, though he was warm as never before. Pulling back slightly from his dragon, he found Turquoise smiling in a way that was both loving and mischievous. And, with that look, he knew instinctually what she wanted.
Smiling in return, Malcolm went in close to her once more, again trailing down the warm scales of her neck with his tongue, but this time, when he came close to her shoulders, he closed his teeth on the suddenly supple flesh of her shoulder, making her gasp in surprise, her arms tensing about him. Grinning to himself, he gently increased the pressure, biting her gently, though his teeth had no hope of piercing her hide, behaving unknowingly as a male dragon would. Releasing her from his jaws, he continued on down, kissing and playing his tongue along her collar bone, while his hands teased along her back, each pass of his fingers along her spine making the dragon shiver. And then, Turquoise let out a gasp, arching her back against him as his tongue found her left nipple, flicking softly over its surface. Malcolm repeated the process on the other side of her bosom, his dragon's breathing hitching as he teased and then, even as a soft growl of pleasure began to grow in Turquoise's throat, he pulled back a little from her. Exhaling softly on her chest, he grinned as the nubs of flesh became suddenly erect, a shiver passing down his dragon's spine, her eyes opening wide at the sudden chill sensation. Then, the knight moved in closer, and, closing his lips around her right nipple, he began to gently suck, teasing her sensitive flesh with his warm mouth.
As the knight worked on her chest, his hands continued to roam her warm back, fingernails trailing along the seams between scales, and along the leathery membranes of her wings, sending waves of pleasure through Turquoise. The dragon's blue-green eyes slitted as his fingers made their way along the bottom edge of her wings, and her breathing began to pick up, accompanying her speeding heart. And then, after a minute of this gentle teasing, she suddenly gasped, for his hands had slowly been drifting lower with every pass, almost unnoticed. At the same time as his hands began to caress the base of her tail, trailing over her smooth butt, Malcolm's tongue continued its slow march down her torso, trailing now over her ribs. The dragoness felt her scales suddenly fill with warmth, tinting slightly red as she flushed, her breathing coming quickly now, nearly panting with the sensation. As her knight's hands gently squeezed her rump, his tongue playing over her stomach, she felt suddenly conflicted. This felt oh so very good, and yet she desperately wanted him to continue on. She felt her tail lifting on instinct, a signal to any dragon that she was ready to move on, but she fought with herself for a moment, instinct vying with conscious desire. Not that it really mattered.
Before she could make up her mind, she felt her knight's hands leave her tail, trailing around her hips and at last, she felt her back arch as his fingers slid along the smooth, minute scales between her legs. Letting out a pleased moan, Turquoise felt her knight's fingers brush the outside of her wet slit, gently passing down the slick surface from top to bottom before returning upwards, his touch slow and teasing. And then, on the very next pass, she felt his finger slip between her lips and she shuddered, letting out a deep, pleasant growl as his digit explored her. Looking down, she saw Malcolm grin mischievously up at her and she returned the grin, resting one hand on his head. With the same, gentle pleasure, her knight traced his fingers down her vagina, ever so slightly teasing her clit with every pass, the almost electric pleasure making Turquoise tremble, her heart leaping at each soft touch. Very soon, she was barely able to stay standing, she was shaking so badly. For a few moments longer, with his dragon practically shaking with pleasure and desire, Malcolm continued and then, finally, his fingers left her vulnerable flesh, making his dragon's eyes open wide. As he stood up, Turquoise gave him a look that was half amorous desire, and half threatening anger. Despite her glare, he held her closely, pressing their bodies together for a few moments, then he tipped her gently backward, and the dragoness didn't resist, allowing her knight to lay her gently on the mountainside.
When her body was settled on the ground, Turquoise lay back with her legs spread, panting, her eyes staring straight up, waiting for Malcolm to make the next move. It wasn't long in coming. A second later, she felt her knight's breath on her thighs a bare instant before a sudden wet warmth trailed up her slit and she let out pleased gasp, her back arching. A moment later, the warmth returned, sliding up her crevice and she moaned once more, reaching out and laying her clawed hands on Malcolm's head, gently pressing him into her, urging him onward. Finally, with a third pass of his tongue, Malcolm relented, pressing with his tongue tip against her clit, swiping it slowly, torturously from side to side across the nub. Turquoise shuddered, her body tensing instantly, gasping loudly and she felt an immense pressure building within her, a pressure that tensed her muscles, set her nerves a flame. Trying to resist it was like trying to resist a tidal wave and as the dark-skinned knight flicked his warm tongue across her once more, she surrendered reason to the sensations that roared within her. For a short eternity longer, she wallowed in the pleasure, barely aware that her hands were each filled with a handful of dreadlocks, pulling Malcolm against her as hard as she dared with her dragon strength, hanging onto the bare, ragged edge of a climax, desperately hoping both to remain and to let go. She could hear her voice making sounds she had never heard before, nothing even close to words a human might understand, dragonic flowing from her lips in a stream of pleasured ecstasy that even she couldn't make sense of. And then, without warning, a particularly strong pass of his tongue sent her over.
It was like an explosion had happened within her, an irresistible force obliterating the frail barrier that had held it back for a few brief moments. Tilting her head to the sky, she roared, brilliant flames surging into the air above them like a geyser, filling her sight until her eyes squeezed themselves shut as the pressure peaked. She felt as if her whole body was caught in the grip of an electric current, every muscle tensed and quaking with pleasure. Even as the spout of flame faded, she was gasping, the pleasure wiping out the last scraps of reason that had been left to her. And then, finally, after who knew how long, she felt the current cease and everything suddenly relaxed at once, tingling in the wake of the explosion.
Opening her eyes once more, she looked down, realizing belatedly that she was still clutching Malcolm's head to her crotch. Releasing him, she felt an odd satisfaction as he pulled back from her flesh, gasping for breath, his chin glimmering in the sunlight with her juices. But everything wasn't as she thought it would be in all her fantastic, private musings. Though the release had been every bit as pleasurable as she had wanted, the pressure she had felt within her was still there, as if it were a string stretched taut within her. Her body wanted something more, wanted something that she knew would be tempting fate to seek. But, as she lay there thinking about it, trying to throw up every obstacle that she could think of to dissuade herself from wanting it, the pressure seemed only to get worse, beating back her resistance. And finally, she gave in, unable to resist any more.
Pushing herself into a sitting position, she found Malcolm resting back on his heels, his chest heaving. She could hear his heart thundering quickly even from where she lay, the sound like a distant storm to her ears. Examining her knight more closely as he sat there, she noticed the bulge at his hips and she smiled, her body needing no further encouragement. Coming forward on her hands and knees, moving with the same sinuous grace as if she were in her true form, Turquoise crawled up to her knight, nuzzling his neck, kissing and licking at his exposed flesh as she came ever nearer, her goal carefully hidden in her mind. Before he could resist, she had forced him back onto his back, and as she kissed him tenderly, she tapped her magic for a brief instant, releasing the boundaries of the jumpsuit he wore. With eager and yet still gentle movements, Turquoise tugged the garment down, off his chest, pulling it gently, trailing her claws over his bare chest and then his abs as they were finally revealed to the daylight, making the knight shiver at the unexpected sensation. And then, with a more forceful tug, she pushed the garment down below his hips, revealing his rigid equipment to her for the first time. Smiling at her rider, the dragoness nuzzled his crotch, drawing in the musk that clung between his legs, causing him to twitch, shivering with the unfamiliar sensation. Gently flicking her long dragon tongue out, she swirled it along the knight's length, wrapping it wholly from base to tip in its folds, making him groan in pleasure.
Gently pulling her tongue back into her mouth, she began to unwrap his penis, just slowly enough to tease, not enough to press him on towards climax. Repeating the gentle teasing, wrapping and unwrapping his tender flesh, the dragoness waited, carefully watching her lover's expression, waiting for her moment. After only the third pass of her tongue, it came, Malcolm's eyes closing in pleasure, his hands relaxed at his sides as he settled in for the rest of her oral teasing, and she reacted instantly. With a speed only a dragon could manage, Turquoise shifted position, withdrawing her tongue, sliding forward and positioning her slicked sex carefully. To his credit, despite the pleasurable haze that had descended over his senses, Malcolm reacted pretty quickly. The knight's brown eyes opened wide and he started to sit up, raising his arms in protest to stop her, but before he could get up, she had pinned his arms to the ground, gently and yet forcefully keeping him down, leaning in close to him, resting her hips against his, the middle of his shaft parting her labia.
"Turquoise, what are you..?" Malcolm started to ask, but she cut him off with a kiss, grinding their hips together, teasing him mercilessly while her dexterous tongue explored his mouth, cutting off his voice. But, even as she teased him, she knew she couldn't keep it up for long, her own control already starting to waver, her body's goal within reach. Finally, after a few more moments of grinding, she raised her hips off of him, curling her tail forward, under his cock, dragging it upright with her fifth limb, finally resting its rigid tip into her slit.
Sighing in anticipation, Turquoise pushed her hips downward, easing the head of his penis into her tight crevice. Then, biting her lip against what she knew was coming next, Turquoise thrust down hard, breaking her hymen and taking her lover to the hilt in one motion. Biting back a growl of pain, her jaw set hard, Turquoise remained where she was, her body pressed against his, their hips flush, resting her head beside his while he let out a gasp, the sudden, welcome pleasure stealing his voice for the moment. But the pressure that drove her would not be denied. Before the pain had faded, she rose up slowly from him, and then thrust back down hard, building an instinctual rhythm. Very swiftly, the pain of being stretched for the first time was overwhelmed with pleasure, and she began to pant with every thrust, the pace speeding up as the pressure built to even greater heights within her. She could feel her muscles tensing once again, her body quivering, every scale standing out from her body, heat flooding from beneath them. And then, suddenly, without much warning, she came, pleasure exploding within her and she turned her muzzle skyward, the blast of heat and flame leaving her throat with an exalted roar.
But even as she shivered and shook in the grip of her climax, the odd pressure within her wasn't expended, not even close. In fact, the climax almost seemed to make it worse and she began to speed up her pace even more, urgently riding her lover while the muscles of her slit spasmed in time with the motion. Incredibly, the pressure in her body was still building, becoming almost excruciating in intensity and she bit her lip once more, panting raggedly as she rode. And then, suddenly, she felt Malcolm tense up beneath her and she thrust down eagerly onto him, taking him to the hilt all at once, her walls tightening up on him, gripping securely.
Moments later, she felt his penis throb within her, and suddenly, warm, sticky jets of precious fluid were spraying upward into her and she tensed again, her whole body trembling as the pressure peaked. Then, with a sudden rush as if a stopper had been pulled, she came, a long jet of flame scorching from her jaws once again as a gout of fluid sprayed out onto her lover's privates. The powerful release lasted for a long, wonderful minute, until finally, the pleasure faded away at last, taking the terrible pressure with it and Turquoise collapsed forward, resting on her chosen mate, still joined at the hip. The pair lay there panting for a few minutes, neither able to move far, and then, at last, Malcolm summoned the will to speak.
"That was..." He gasped, groping for an adjective suitable to describe the experience. Finally, after a few breaths, he gave up and instead, sought out the gaze of his lover as she finally pulled off of him, slumping to the side, a sticky strand of cum connecting them for a few moments as they separated at last. "But Turquoise, what about the risks? I don't want you to get pregnant. Now would be a very bad time for that to happen."
"I know." Turquoise replied, meeting his gaze with a confused expression. "But I couldn't stop myself. I...It felt like I needed this. I needed you to mate with me all the way. I don't know how else to describe it. I'm sorry."
"Well, I would be lying if I said I didn't want it." He replied, smiling and caressing her jaw with his fingers. Going in for another gentle kiss, he continued. "Just, warn me or something next time. We can't afford to roll the dice like that."
"Will do." Turquoise laughed, returning his kiss. When they separated once again, they settled closely into each other's arms, basking in the warmth of the afterglow of mating, dozing drowsily for a few minutes in the autumn sunshine. Finally, Malcolm roused himself out of his stupor to speak once more.
"Well, did I make up for last night?" He asked, a coy smile on his lips. Turquoise grinned the same grin in response and nuzzled his neck before replying.
"Not quite yet." She replied, reaching down to gently caress his penis once more. "Though I am sure you can think of a way to make up the rest."
The grin on his face widening, Malcolm kissed her, reaching down to gently stop her from teasing him again. Then, rising from where he was laying, he swapped ends so that his head was down towards his dragon's feet. Turquoise instantly knew what he had in mind, and grinning down at him, she shifted back a little, resting her weight on her tail, revealing her slit once again. Without a pause, Malcolm ducked his head forward, trailing his tongue along her slit, from top to bottom, ignoring the taste of his own fluids on her. Drawing in a deep breath, the dusky skinned knight pressed his tongue into her once again, gently teasing her swollen clit. At his touch, Turquoise quivered and Malcolm felt his softening penis erect itself once again as his dragon's tongue curled its way around it. But this time, the angle they were at seemed to inspire her. After a moment's hesitation, he felt the tip of her tongue slid down further, curling under and then around his balls, and he shuddered, pleasure filling him once more at the unexpected sensation.
Even though they had both just climaxed moments before, they were both soon clutching each other's legs closely, pressing into each other while they moaned. And then, even as the knight felt his scaly lover's body start to quiver and shake with the beginnings of a climax, Turquoise changed the rules on him. Before he knew what was happening, he felt her tongue uncurl from his cock, and then, all at once, her muzzle had closed on him, her sharp dragon teeth resting gently on his base, the feeling exciting to say the least. And then, she began to gently suck on his shaft, her tongue swirling around on the underside of his member. When he felt her fangs nibbling gently at his base, he jumped, unintentionally thrusting into her jaws. To his further surprise, he actually felt her grin as she nibbled at him once more. Shuddering with the effort of not climaxing already, a thought welled up in his mind and Malcolm grinned as well, shifting his grip on her legs.
Then, it was Turquoise's turn to be surprised as Malcolm slid a finger gently into her passage while he pressed against her clit with his tongue. The dragon gave a fierce shudder and Malcolm slid a second one in, very slowly withdrawing and then thrusting them back in, making her moan around his privates. Both were soon panting heavily, their bodies tightening and it became a race to see who could resist the longest. And then, just as Malcolm was clenching up, holding back with all his might, barely holding on, he suddenly felt a wild shudder wash through his dragon and she gasped, barely restraining the blast of flame that made her mouth suddenly become almost too hot as she came. Grinning as he pressed her with his tongue, teasing further pleasured groans from his lover, Malcolm let go at last, grunting as he came. Still held within her maw, his member started to twitch. He felt Turquoise's throat undulate with every pulse, as the dragon swallowed his seed for the first time. He felt at least fifteen pulses go by and then, at last, it was over. Panting hard, Malcolm released his lover's legs from his grasp, shifting back from her body once more. A few moments later, she pulled back her muzzle, releasing his sensitive shaft once more.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Malcolm shifted position again, coming back into the proper orientation and tiredly hugging his dragon. Turquoise reciprocated, resting her head against his collar bone, breathing his scent and listening to his heart thud out a slowing beat in his chest. The odd pair stayed there for a few minutes before either of them thought of moving. And then, finally, Malcolm spoke once more.
"Whew." He breathed, blinking hard as a wave of drowsiness washed over him. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course." came Turquoise's muffled reply from against his chest.
"Are dragons always this insatiable?" he asked and he felt the dragoness chuckle.
"No, not always." She replied. "But you have to remember, I have been pent up for more than a year."
"Heh..." Malcolm replied, kissing the top of her head. "Once again, I apologize for taking so long coming around. If I had known it was going to be like this, maybe I would have realized it sooner."
"I bet." Turquoise replied, giving his chest an affectionate lick. The pair was silent for a little while longer, before Malcolm broke the silence with a resigned sigh.
"I guess we should find a place to clean up." The knight said, brushing dust from his lover's back. "It wouldn't do to show up in the cave so dirty."
"Maybe in a minute." Turquoise replied, making Malcolm smile.
"Seriously," He said, loosening his grip and starting to pull back from her. "We should be getting cleaned up." But, as he tried to shift backward, he found suddenly that his dragon's grip hadn't slackened in the slightest. What was more, the peculiar, indefinable scent that had faded with their cuddling was starting to come back to his nose. Surprised, Malcolm looked down and found a mischievous gleam in Turquoise's eyes.
"When I said 'maybe in a minute'," the dragoness began, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing even closer against him. "I actually meant, when we are done..."
***
As the last rays of sunlight trailed scarlet through the entrance to the cave, Malcolm and Turquoise crawled through the opening, each carrying a burden. Malcolm carried a large pile of dead wood to make a cooking fire, and Turquoise carried a butchered deer, skinned and prepped for roasting. Freshly washing in a frigid mountain lake, still laden with snowmelt despite the lateness of the year, they had taken great care to appear to be the same as when they had left that morning. But when they straightened up, they found Karen and Twilight both looking at them with a strange, knowing expression on their faces, thinly veiled with curiosity.
"What?" Malcolm asked, feigning ignorance.
"You two were gone all day." Twilight said, cocking his head a little. "Surely it doesn't take that long to hunt or to gather firewood."
"Yes," Karen chimed in, leaning back against her mate, light twinkling in her eyes as she rested her crossed arms on her swollen belly. "Whatever have you been doing?"
"Uh..." Malcolm started to say, "We were..." At his hesitation, the other human and dragon pair started laughing, making an invisible blush appear on Malcolm's dusky face.
"We wondered how long it would take you two to get on with it." Twilight said, chuckling at the knight's discomfort.
"Honestly, it took you this long to realize what you were feeling for each other?" Karen asked and Malcolm stared at the floor, chagrined. "I thought you were brighter than that."
"How long have you too known?" Turquoise asked, incredulous. The raven haired human across the cave from her smiled at her question.
"Since the day we told you about our baby." She replied, "The first big clue was Malcolm asking us what it felt like when we realized we were in love."
"And it was rather hard to miss that you two were holding hands that day." Twilight added, smiling a smug draconian smile. "Took you long enough. We were debating playing matchmakers with you guys."
"Oh, be quiet." Malcolm said with mock hostility, starting to make a pyramid of logs in the center of the cavern. "Sheesh."
"We are just teasing you old friend." Karen said, reaching out and squeezing his shoulder. "We are happy for you, really."
"Thanks guys." Turquoise replied for her rider, impaling the deer carcass on a bare branch as Malcolm started the fire with a flash of magic, swiftly kindling it to right intensity for cooking. "That means a lot."
With that, the two pairs settled down to wait while the meat roasted, the savory juices that ran off the deer collected and then drizzled back over the top by a continuous loop of magic. While they waited, the two couples sat across the fire from one another, Karen leaning back against her mate, who had reverted to his hybrid form to save space. For their part, Turquoise and Malcolm sat side by side, one arm looped about the other's shoulders. That afternoon had been...well, there wasn't really a word in Malcolm's vocabulary good enough to describe what it had been like. They had had sex again and again in the mountain clearing, Turquoise downright insatiable in her lust, and Malcolm had been surprised to find himself keeping up with her. They had tried everything that they could think of, every position, every variation on a theme that had come to mind. Turquoise had been surprisingly inventive, coming up with things that he would never have thought of. When his dragon had finally been satisfied, about four hours or more later, they had flown off to find someplace private to bathe, Malcolm riding naked upon her bare neck, the swift and cold breeze refreshing to his nearly exhausted body. They had finally found a chilly mountain lake with a small island of smooth rock in the middle, isolated in a far, high valley near a glacier. They had bathed then, washing the dust and sticky residue of their wild mating from their bodies, and then they had snuggled up on the island's sun-warmed stone, warming back up.
Of course, being so close to one another, pressing even closer than usual to drive the chill away, they had gotten horny very quickly and had made love one more time in that perilous position, inches away from falling back into the cold lake. This, of course, required them to bathe again anyway. The second time, they had curled up on the shore until they were warm, then they had returned the clearing where they had spent most of the day. Once there, they set about butchering Turquoise's kill and finding more firewood before flying off to the cave once again. As the memories of the day came flooding back into his mind, Malcolm smiled, trying to count the number of times they had done it. And, he found at last that he couldn't remember and finally shrugged to himself, pulling Turquoise in closer to his side. It didn't matter much anyway.
When the meat was finally finished roasting, all four of them set to feasting, eating their fill and talking, laughing together at jokes and stories as they had once done when they were younger, before any of them had been together. It was as if, because Turquoise and Malcolm were now openly together, some great weight or tension had been removed, leaving their hearts free once again. It took them more than an hour to finish the meal, the dragons gnawing the bones for the last marrow, and at last, full and contented, they had decided that for once, they would not keep watch, sealing the entrance of the cave with a spell of concealment instead. Then, with the magical barrier in place, the quartet settled in for sleep, the dragons taking their true forms and curling up with the embers of the fire between them. With a kind goodnight, the riders settled down with their lovers, curling up close, the dragons using one wing as a blanket for them. Twilight and Karen, ever comfortable, were asleep quickly, Twilight's head nestled in beneath the wing that covered his mate. But even though he was tired, Malcolm stayed awake, stretched out on his dragon's tail, his hands behind his head.
'Still can't sleep?' His dragon's voice questioned from within his head, making him smile. 'I would have thought I had worn you out today.'
'You did.' Malcolm replied, shifting over so he was lying against her warm side. 'I just have to say it once, before we sleep.'
'Say what?' The dragon questioned, lifting her great head to look at him once more, her eyes of liquid stone shining in the embers of the fire. Smiling, Malcolm leaned in and kissed her on the tip of her muzzle.
"I love you Turquoise." He said and she smiled, giving him a gentle lick in return.
"I love you too, Malcolm." She whispered, settling her head beside his and covering him with her wing. "Sleep now, my love."
"As you command, dear heart." Malcolm said and closed his eyes. "Goodnight."
And with that final affirmation of their love, the new couple drifted off to sleep, nestled together in the darkness of the hidden cave, finally complete...