Dragon Heat
The time is near present, in an alternate universe where persons are simply fursons, humans have never existed. If magic dragons do exist in this universe, the main character in this story isn't one of them.
My name is Rosh. I'm a lead spokesdragon for a large business insurance corporation. It is my job to fly all over this planet to meet with my company's important clients, and be the outgoing face to try and land the more lucritive contracts. It's a well paying and well varied job that I am proud to have earned, but the high profile nature and the constant performance is straining, to say the least.
Ordinarily, the scales surrounding my male slit overlap, hiding it completely, though my crotch still has a bulge to it from the package inside. Now, however, I could feel the lips parted with arousal. It was an annoying reminder that I was undeniably horny, but I was thankful that I wasn't full blown out and hard.
It's common knowledge among dragons that males have an off-monthly heat, that every ninety days or so, drives them to put their seed to good use, and that's exactly what I needed to do. I hadn't had any decent sex in a month, and my job lately had been so stressful I havn't had the drive to even paw off in the last week. Jetlag and meeting after meeting do their part to keep sex drive at bay. But the pressure of impending release was slowly building, and when I felt my heat coming on strong, I knew it would be an interesting day.
I walked through the airport terminal around three in the morning, having just stepped off of an exasperating day. The client was a bust, when I was in the air headed to him I got the call that his company had already sided with our rival. I had four hours wasted in what must have been the smallest town with an airport, and another eight hour flight back home. The terminal here seemed abandoned at this hour, and the quiet concourse was a welcome change of setting from the stuffy plane.
Half of the lights were turned off, and extension cords spidered their way across the hard carpet to either disgruntled employees vacuuming or to the ladders and tools of remodeling jobs left waiting until morning. A lone ferret in a jumpsuit was cleaning up some of the paused construction. I must have given him a freightening look, because when he looked up and gave me a polite nod, I could see the blood slowly drain from his face and his soft smile wither. I looked away quickly, growling to myself for being so worked up, noticing how my eyes were wide, how I was walking so upright at my full seven feet. I was like a peacock looking to be noticed, and to a non-dragon I must have looked like I wanted to rip someone's head off.
A backlit ad featuring a half naked dragoness was trying to sell me something.. I couldn't tell what the product was because I couldn't bring my eyes from her bikini bottom, imagining those hidden lips glistening and quivering around my cock. I caught myself staring, and glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed. A mouse in a suit on her way somewhere important, and trying her best not to look at me. Having naturally red eyes on an expression as currently intense as mine must have made me look less than friendly.
I saw the male lavatory nearby and entered. Listening to the loud tap of my toeclaws against the tile, I walked up to the sinks and splashed some water accross my muzzle, slicking my mane back and looking myself over in the large mirror.
I am a red and black dragon, with accents of both. Fine black scales armor my front, red on my sides and flamelike stripes of red and black down my back to my long tail. My wings are a shimmering satin black, red stripes meandering along the leading edge and down my wingfingers. Even when folded they rise above my head and make me look seven feet tall, though from my toes to my head is six feet and five inches. This late in the day, my scales would normally be a little dull, but this heat of mine was making them bright and brilliant in their coloring and sheen. I was wearing only silk black pants, baggy around my legs, a loose open black robe, and comfortable open clawed slippers. I had no carry-on luggage this flight, and decided to fly casual overnight, so these were my sleep clothes.
The light fabric draped over the lightest curve on my body, outlining my well toned upper body. Dragon muscles tend to be a few times more efficient than average muscles, allowing them to be smaller and yet still stronger than even bodybuilders of weaker species. This is not to say that I had a swimmers build, my fondness for Karate had led me to earn an impressive body.
I felt my loins throbbing with my heartbeat, teasing and urging me, making themselves known. The heat was an urge to mate with another, but taking matters into my own claws would at least help, and the problem was begging my attention.
I did a quick survey of the restroom, which was smaller than the usual labyrinthian airport restroom, and was currently empty. The floor was offwhite tile that made a pleasant clicking sound against my bare toeclaws, echoing off the dark teal walls and ceiling. Thankfully, the room was very clean, the floor still wet in places where it had been mopped recently. The door was propped open, but I found it was lockable from the inside, so with kick of the doorstop, I gave myself some privacy.
Shrugging my robe off my shoulders and slipping my pants and boxers off my hips in one motion, I folded my clothes and layed them on the surprisingly clean counter. I stood there before the wall to wall mirror sporting nothing but my open clawed slippers and a toothy grin that would chill anyone. I looked my naked body over, posing and flexing my muscles, starting to rumble my appreciation. I flexed my wings, stretching them as far as I could without brushing against the ceiling or walls, seeing which pose made me look the best. Most of my body was black, except for licks of red along my sides and legs like wide tigerstripe flames. A red lane of armor ran from the top of my head down to cover my upper back in a large spade at my shoulders. Red feathered fur ran in a mane from a mohawk on my brow, all the way to my tailtip, making a red spade of the soft fur there. I looked downright sexy, at least I thought, and gave my reflection a deep growl of approval.
Being dragon biased and bisexual meant I could turn myself on sometimes, and I was enjoying it. I smirked a thanks to the ferret's cleaning work as I lifted my tail and slid myself onto his clean countertop with a purr. Normally I shun the thought of taking it in the tail, but my heightened state made the cool counter brushing near my tailhole a welcome stimulous. I was alone anyway, so why not indulge in a little secret pleasure.
I spread my muscular legs wide, feet dangling above the floor. With my back against the mirror I spread my wings out along the length of the counter and let them rest. I looked down between my legs to my still throbbing slit.. The lips were swollen open slightly, making me look like a bitch in heat, though I was no bitch. I leaned my head back and looked up to the ceiling to hear my horns and armored brow clunk dully against the mirror. My hands slid over my front and settled between my legs. Feeling the sensitive lips I rumbled deeply, squirming from the first touch.
I took a breath and started assaulting my lookalike cunt like a masturbating female, purring like one at least. My cock was uncontainable and it didn't take long for the pointed head to slip out from its moist home, bringing with it a strong scent of dragon sex. I rubbed around the head and helped it out, teasing it to grow as large as it dare. My shaft slipped down inch by inch from my hot slit and bobbed erect as soon as it was entirely revealed, locking to its nine inch length. I wrapped my paws around it and licked my lips before starting to stroke slowly..
I hadn't noticed the sound of the air conditioning until it cut off to an eerie silence, making my stroking sounds and grunts of enjoyment echo loudly. By now I didn't care in the least who heard me outside, by the time they found which key fit the door I could be in my clothes and none the wiser. I didn't figure they would give a dragon of my size any trouble even if they wanted to, so I jacked as much repressed sexual tension out of my cock as I could, wings thumping and tensing.
It was then that I heard distinct movement, repetitive and muted, like someone trying to be quiet while jerking himself. I kept pawing along my shaft automatically, listening to the sound until my mind realised that I wasn't alone here. I growled loudly and jumped to my feet in anger that I forgot to check the stalls, the sound stopped immidiately. I thought about just putting my clothes on and leaving, but something about my strange mood left me feeling particularly dominant, and in the mood to see who it was who was enjoying themselves as much as I.
My feet thumped on the floor as I tromped to the first stall, toeclaws clacking sharply against the hard tile. A strong palm sent the first stall door flying open, empty. I moved down the line, checking each of the six stalls, all empty until the fifth. The door was locked, but the cheap lock didn't even close it all the way and let the door fly open just as easily. Standing on the toilet was a very scared looking red fox, crouched to stay below the stall walls. His black t-shirt was tight on his chest, and his khaki shorts were around his ankles. His pink foxhood was pointing right at me.
He had obviously resolved himself to try and tackle past whoever was looking for him, because he flew at me before the door even opened fully. The moment was in the same slow motion as when I first saw him, and I watched him as he actually saw the wall of black dragon blocking the door, and his eyes grew in surprise. His tackle was aborted rather ungracefully, and he fell to the floor scrambling at the tile to try and crawl away under the wall. He was quick, but all I had to do was step sideways to the next stall to watch him getting up and trying for the door again. I stepped out of his way to let him bolt for the opening, but he didn't count on my hand catching a good hold of the back of his shirt.
I lifted him off the ground with my one hand on his shirt to show him how strong I was, and it was making me feel invincible. For a moment he dangled there, legs scrambling like something out of a cartoon. He kept his shorts from slipping off of his ankles reflexively, making him unable to kick at me. With a loud whine he twisted and started pawing and biting at me. I growled and gave him a shake and he stoped.
"Let me go!" he yelled.
His hardon was fading fast, but mine wasn't, and I saw him glance warily at the mighty red shaft between my ebon legs.
"I'm not going to hurt you, little fox.." I spoke softly, setting him back down but keeping my hold. "Now were you just foxing off in there, or are you going to shit your pants?"
I made sure my movements were strong, but gentle, making a point not to hurt him even while I lifted him from the floor. Something about my voice and the very strange situation made him trust me enough to listen, rather than freeze up. I saw him relax just slightly.
He whimpered sadly and folded his ears, squirming and grabbing at my arm behind him, unable to get a good grip. He gave a weak reply, "Please sir, just let me go and I'll leave and won't ever bother you again sir.." He registered my question belatedly and said more quietly, "I was just.." his looked down and trailed off with a blush and a cute whine. I always loved it when they can't help but blush - "Let me go now?.. I won't yell.." he pleaded softly.
I had no intention of letting him leave, so I shifted him between myself and the deadend of the restroom, letting go his shirt. He immidiately went for his shorts and stuffed his flagged foxhood into his boxers, blushing furiously.
I rumbled a deep purr and folded my arms as I watched him buckle his shorts, unsure of what was going to happen. I just smirked a grin and stared at him, my dragon cock still flagged proudly red against my black abdomen. He refused to look at it, or me, making such a point of it that I could tell he was aching to.
This was the most entertaining thing to happen on a particularly useless trip across the continent, so I planned to make the most of it. I spoke softly to calm him some more, "I am not going to hurt you, fox. You'll just have to take my word on that." Ludicrously expensive classes at company expense reminded me how to speak just right to try and calm him down.
His hands thrust their way into his pockets and tried their best to hide his regrowing arousal. He tried to glance up to me, but his eyes only got as far as my dragonhood where they locked for a few moments. He blushed and broke his gaze, and his next attempt met my eyes. He stared into my bright red dragon eyes with fascination, still overwhelmed with the situation.
I extended a paw to him with a grin, having never offered a handshake under such extenuating circumstances. "I'm Rosh."
His paw extended to mine slowly, on autopilot as if a reflex. "I'm.. Alex."
I shook firmly with a wide grin, letting my paw fall toward my lap and let my paw trail talons along my shaft, teasing it to jerk a little in the cool air.
"Now that we're introduced, it appears we are at an impass..." I spoke deeply, "We could both leave and go about our ways, with our seperate problems, or we could mutually benefit each other... In my business this is called a transient partnership."
His ears pinned flat and he looked down, mulling over my directness. I let him think the situation over while I wondered how old he was, he looked no more than eighteen, probably a little younger, it was obvious that his hormones were still raging. I let a few long seconds pass and grinned as I gripped my shaft firmly and very slowly started pumping along it there in front of him.
I didn't actually expect him to agree verbally to our my little proposal, but judging that he wasn't running and fighting for the door, I knew his answer. He was fighting it out in his mind but his pants were winning, the shorts were bulged out obscenely. I took a slow step toward him and put my paws to work rubbing his shoulders. I smiled to the fox and spoke reassuringly, "If your answer was no, you would have been gone by now.. I would not have tried to stop you again, but you want to see what happens if you stay.. just relax and enjoy your decision..."
He looked up to meet my eyes with a funny sad pout of resignation that quickly turned more pleasurable as he started to melt under my skilled paws. I had taken massage classes that focused on impromptu massages of primarily the shoulders, something that can be done from any angle and through any clothes. 'Never know when it may come in handy with a client,' my boss had said, and I was agreeing with an inward grin. I moved a hand from his shoulder to the back of his head and neck, rubbing circles into the sensitive spots beneath his ears that I knew a canine would love. My other hand slowly slid down his front and made no pretense of grabbing his hardon tightly through the khaki shorts.
The fox let out a soft moan and his knees wobbled a little beneath him. I felt his fingertips pawing weakly at my hand from inside his pockets. He couldn't take his eyes off of mine, and I knew that I had him just where I needed him. He was young, horny, trusting, and in repressed need to be dominated, even if only a little. I spoke deeply and softly to him, "Take your hands out of your pockets, and feel my chest, touch my scales... I want you to."
His eyes just stared up into mine with a whimper as I spoke his fantasy. His paws drug from his pockets as if weighted with lead, but finally made their way into the open air between he and I, tentatively moving towards my deep grey chest. I squeezed and shifted his erection in his boxers as much as I could while it was still imprisoned. I got it pointing down a pantleg, found the head through the fabric and began to massage and squeeze it, rubbing his boxers over it.
I watched as his hips squirmed at first, and then start to unconsciously pump towards my hand. I let my paw on his neck rest warmly on his shoulder and partially hold him steady. He moaned a soft canine whine and his tail swished widely, twitching with each squeeze I gave the cockhead. His paws met my chest and each settled on a firm pectoral. I felt his fingertips shyly rub over the smooth thick skin and strong muscle beneath. He was giving into the situation more and more as the head on his shoulders was doing less and less of the thinking, and the one in his shorts was starting to feel better and better.
His paws slid down over my chest slowly, across my abdomen and back up to my sides. He seemed to enjoy the smooth texture of my front scales and the contact made me rumble softly. I spoke to him softly again, "Are you a virgin, Alex?" and he shook his head numbly, too focused on my fire red eyes. His wrist brushed slightly at the tip of my penis and he blushed, jerking his paws away.
I slowly and gently took my paw from his shorts and put it on his other shoulder to look him in the eyes. "I want you to slowly wrap your paws around my shaft.. I want you to feel and explore it.. you shouldn't be afraid of it, little fox." I spoke to him slowly to keep the hypnotic mood.
His eyes were captivated with mine and he watched out of the corner of his vision as his paws obeyed my words without consulting him. They reached slowly toward the shaft throbbing between my legs and each wrapped warmly around it. He realised where his hands were now and his ears folded back again. I gave him a smile and a slight nod and took my hands off of his shoulders to let them hang loose by my sides.
When my paws left him, the almost hypnotic spell I had over the fox melted away. He managed to look away from my eyes and down to his own paws, starting to let them explore tentatively across my shaft, giving it a squeeze. He licked his chops and made a pleasant murmur as he watched my shaft pulse with blood, and kept a sharp eye on my tip to watch a droplet of my precum threatening to slide down. I watched his every nonconscious body movement carefully to guage his intentions and his mood, and smiled to myself that while I was taking advantage of young hormones to get my rocks off, at least I was fulfilling a fantasy of his in the process.
Alex looked back up to me with puppy eyes and a weak smile as he got his paws moving in an awkward angled pumping motion, starting off slowly but soon speeding up to a nice pace. I was thankful he knew some of what he was doing, and didn't have to start from scratch, because my aching cock started to feel real nice real fast. I opened my mouth and growled gently off to the side, my eyes betraying my pleasure and my pent up need. I looked back to his eyes and with a smirk I spoke deeply, "Strip."
His smile melted into a hot blush and he said "Yes sir.." He dropped his hands and stepped back, watching me carefully the whole time. I was breathing a little faster, and I could feel that we were both more comfortable with each other, and he was obviously starting to enjoy having a new dragon friend. He pulled his shirt up and over his head, revealing a slender build, which I've always found attractive. He smiled to me a little sheepishly as he hooked his thumbs on his waistbands and tilted his hips out of his shorts and boxers. They pushed past his hardon and it sprang up to slap him on the belly with six inches of pink foxcock. He kicked the shorts to the side and stood there, blushing as he presented himself to me.
I put my paws on my hips and flitted my wings, tail swishing slowly like a snake behind me. I licked my lips, which he enjoyed, and grinned my approval before beckoning him back with a finger, and simply pointed down to my shaft. He grinned audibly and nodnodded to me, getting those paws back and pumping at my shaft in a hurry. He gave me a flash of toothy grin and got down to his knees, using my cock as a handhold. He gripped the base like a vise and started licking slowly over my head.
I wanted to watch him play with my dragonhood, but I couldn't help but close my eyes. I let out a soft sigh as finally I was going to get some of the sexual satisfaction I so desperately needed. I felt the fine fur of his paws holding onto the base of my shaft, and the wet licking sounds of his canine tongue drawing along my shaft in my darkness. The fox's tongue lapped softly over the underside of my shaft up to my glans, where he focused. I tensed up with an involuntary gasp as his tongue gave my sensitive glans sharp little pleasures. He must have gotten a drop of my precum in reward, because he suddenly latched onto my tip with his muzzle and started to suck like crazy.
I growled and rose to my tip claws, wings jerking from the intense stimulation, he was using his teeth in the most terribly pleasurable way.
"Goddamn little fox.. you really aren't a virgin.." I spoke when I finally opened my eyes. I looked down to see a grinning young fox draw off of my shaft with a cumeating grin to nod up to me.
"What would you like me to do, sir?.." he asked to me, hoping I had some orders to satisfy his submissive side. He stroked lazily up and down the underside of my shaft and licked his lips a little, looking it over, fascinated.
"Have you ever seen a dragon's cock before, fox?" I said, resting my wings slightly.
"No sir.. only on the internet.." he said and shook his head, never looking away from the object of his affection, running his paws all over my sleek cock.
"Oh?" I murmured, "And now that you have a real one in your paws, what do you think?"
He blushed again, ears folding as he was reminded just what he was doing.
"Yes sir.. I mean... It's lovely sir..." he smiles weakly up to me. His ears dared to perk up a little again.
"First, I want to see my cock buried in your muzzle, fox.." I growled softly to him with a dominant grin.
He looked to want nothing more, as his ears folded and he smiled, giving a nod. He gently pulled my shaft to him again and licked warmly from the base all the way to my tip, and slowly drew his muzzle wide around my head.
I sighed deeply as he enveloped my head into the wonderful warmpth of his maw, closing my eyes again. I focused on feeling all the little wet feelings of his tongue and cheeks and the top of his mouth rubbing softly around my cock. I knew by now my precum was flowing slowly but steadily, because he made a nice mmm sound, muffled by my pride stuffed into his muzzle. I laid my paws on the back of his head and ran my fingers through his soft fur, holding him firmly above my shaft, and then pushing gently down further.
He gagged and tried to spit me out of his maw, but didn't resist my paws as my thick shaft slowly pushed into his throat. He arched his neck and whimpered softly, looking up to me with tearing eyes as he still gagged around my cock. He looked like he really wanted to try and throat me as deeply as possible, and was upset that he was gagging so hard.
I just smiled down to him in that toothy dragon way, as my smile turned to a grin.
"Have you ever been deep throated before, little fox?" I asked..
Breathing heavily through his nose, he just shook his head slightly in reply. Tears flowed down his cheeks that he couldn't help, but I knew he was happy there on his knees.
I gripped slowly into his headfur, holding an ear in each paw as I held him tightly. I grinned widely and started to pull him back from my shaft slowly. He looked not to know whether I was about to pull him off completely and stop, or start muzzlefucking him violently, so all he could muster was a slight whimper.
"Open wide. I do not want to feel your teeth." I punctuated my command with a tighter grip on his ears and plunged his head back firmly into my crotch with a sigh.
He tried to nod and tried to respond with a humm, but only managed another needy whimper before making a high pitch moan of surprise as my cock thrust suddenly deep into his throat again. He started gagging violently, but I didn't stay deep for longer than I needed to see him distress.
For some reason, there was nothing I liked to hear more than the sound of pleasured whimpers. The kind of sound that a furre will make when in such a submissive, helpless position, being used in ways that they can't help but be turned on by. I was watching this fox's every movement, and I knew he had only fantasized that a strong male would use him this way. Thinking about giving him this much illicit pleasure just made me grin toothily, and thrust his muzzle onto my cock a little faster.
The pleasure was certainly not all his, as the feeling of his hot maw stroking wetly along my shaft was starting to prick at all the surpressed sexual feelings rushing forth from my loins. I could see my climax on the horizon approaching fast and was faced with the dillemma of how to manage my orgasms. I wanted to give this fox a taste of my seed, but I also wanted to thrust my cum into other places of his...
Now panting heavily, my body was tensing in feeling my climax come closer and closer. The fox was crying softly in little moans and whimpers, tears streaming down his cheeks as he struggled to breath around my cock. I thought enough to let him pull back and get a good breath around the head of my shaft, before ramming back into his throat.
He squealed a moan and looked up to me with bleary eyes. Oxygen was getting thin for him, which was making him simply dizzy around my cock. I knew it wouldn't be long before he could to catch his breath, because soon my hips started rocking violently forward to fuck his muzzle.
With a trembling hissroar to the ceiling that echoed loudly through the tile room, I rose to my tiptoes and grabbed his ears tightly, gripping my fixed claws into his fur. A shudder ran from my tailtip up my crotch to my spine and I felt sweet release rushing forth. Soon I was caught in a wave of my climax. I could feel my wings thrashing and almost lost my balance until I started to come down from the spike of mind numbing pleasure.
I panted out loudly for air and slowly relaxed... Remembering finally, I looked down and released the poor fox's ears. He looked as if he had just gotten punched in the face, and I'm sure my crotch did just that a few times. He fell back onto his butt and paws with a loud gasp for air. My cum was plastered across his muzzle inside his mouth. He eventually caught his breath and slowly licked around his muzzle with a weak grin. I had obviously blown his mind in the best way.
I padded sideways drunkly and leaned against the counter, and my wings drug on the floor behind me. I soon had my bearings again and drew my wings up and grinned to the fox, as I suddenly looked relaxed and smug. I looked down to see my shaft pointing out perpendicular to my body, still hard. Just the sight of my own cock made it start to harden fully again, soon standing up from my crotch proudly. My heat was waking, and was demanding more, it was obvious to me that a blowjob wouldn't nearly sate my desires.
Alex, meanwhile, was still working on cleaning his maw from all my hot seed. He rose shakily to his feet and padded over to the counter to try and wash his face. I reached out and grabbed the scruff of his neck tightly and yanked him away from the sink before he could turn the faucet on. I turned him about and gave him a deep hiss.
The fox jerked and gave me a confused look, noticing my erection quickly. I looked down to his own foxcock with his cum splattered into his belly. I gave him a grin and pulled him in front of me, then pushed him over the counter bending him over.
"Took care of things yourself, hmm? Well I'm not done with you, fox." I growled to him, looking at him in the mirror as I moved close behind him and lifted his tail.
His eyes got huge and he whined pitifully, "But sir.. I've..."
I held his tail with my other paw, lifting it up high by the base, and holding it tightly. I stroked along my shaft with my other paw, making slick noises spreading my cum along its surface.
"You've what, fox?" I growled softly, staring him down with my red eyes in the mirror. I spread my wings slightly to make myself look as imposing as I could, not that that took much effort. I guided the tip of my shaft slowly down beneath his tail until it rested firmly against his tailstar, my pointed tip parting the warm ring slightly.
He whimpered again, gripping the edges of the two sinks I had him between. He tried to think of something to say, but he soon found himself too distracted to remember why he protested at all. He bit his lip and panted softly, watching himself in the mirror. He lowered his chest slowly to the smooth marble countertop and gave off a soft whine as he could now see his raised rump and tail in his reflection. He could see me there behind him with a strong paw on his tail, and how my other paw was behind him guiding the warm spear to his tailhole.
"S-sir.." he whimpered to me softly.
I just grinned to him and moved my wings to spread partly over him and I, shading him from the light and filling his reflected view with myself. When I knew my tip was in place I let my shaft go and put both of my paws on his hips. My shaft tried to pull up and away, but I pushed the tip a bit farther and soon his pulsing tailring was taking me in.
His muscles suddenly gripped tightly around my tip and he moaned. I felt the blood slowly force from my tip under his pressure and gritted my teeth.
"Relax little fox, or this will hurt you. Havn't you done this before?"
"...O-once sir.. ohh.." he bit his lip, "I'll try..."
I felt his ring spasm still, but the clenches grew far enough apart to let me slip more of my head inside him. The sleek taper of my head slowly spread and stretch his ring until it meet my two inch wide shaft. When he was spread far enough, I grinned and pressed forward still, letting all of my shaft slip inside him until my hips rested warmly against his bottom. I leaned into him and pressed him against the counter.
The fox cried out beneath me and arched his back, mouth opened in a silent shocked gasp. He looked at me with disbelief in the mirror, his tailhole must have been burning, because it tried to cinch my cock off. He spasmed powerfully around the base of my shaft, and only saw my grin in the mirror when he looked to me somehow for relief.
My powerful dragon tail thrashed behind me once my body was stopped, bringing itself to my attention. I reached up between my legs with the agile tail and probed around under the fox's with the fur of the tip, feeling out his erection pressed hard against the edge of the counter. He squirmed slowly and whimpered to me as he felt the feather soft fur of my tail spade brush against his cock. I teased him with soft tickles to take his mind off of his throbbing tailhole, and see what happens.
He panted a little quicker from the strange sensations and even laughed nervously as I found a ticklish spot behind his balls. With a large satisfied grin, I gripped his hips and gripped his balls against his cock with my tail and thrust as deep as I could, before pulling slowly out until the rim of my head tugged at his inside ring. Watching his face in the mirror made my wasted day a fading memory. Each little movement I made inside him brought all flavors of winces and whines and gasps, and his soft moans and panting filled the air around him with lust.
While I was certainly enjoying dominating this young fox, and taking advantage of him even, causing him more pain than pleasure was not my turnon. I slid smoothly back inside him, giving him that warm stuffed feeling once more and watched his eyes. He was trying to relax still, and when I slid back in he moaned softly, teeth gritted still from the stretched pain. Once I was satisfied that I wasn't hurting him too traumatically, I dug my talons into his hips and with a low hiss, started pumping rhythmically into his tight warm rear.
Each steady thrust brought a quiet gasp from the fox as his breathing timed nonconsciously with my pumping. He was deliciously tight around my cock, and I could feel his inner walls clinging softly along my entire shaft. The feeling of my cock inside someone sent a slow tingle starting midway up my tail and traveling slowly up my spine to my neck, waking the instincts of my head.
Dimly I saw his eyes go wider watching what must have been a freightening sight. Every color on my body, vivid already, was now starkly bright in hue. My muscles slowly tensed all over until I looked suddenly several times stronger in the mirror. I opened my maw with a moan as a shudder shook my entire body, but it came out as a deep growl. I looked at myself now fucking this young fox.. I bared my teeth and dug my paws tighter on his hips to fuck faster, harder. My heat was driving me to mate, and the need was building.
Somewhere inside me I thought of how satisfying this would be compared to fucking a dragoness, as I have ended up doing through most of my previous heats, but the rest of me didn't care how effective it was. Here I was in the pique of my heat, amidst weeks of sexual tension, and here was a nubile fox with a warm and tight tailhole, clenched around my cock. My wings spread out sideways and shuddered, trying to spread into the open air they became angry with me for choosing such a small room in which to imprison them.
My senses were alive with my heat, chemically and literally as my metabolism must have doubled. The fox just watched in horror as I seemed a completely new, and completely wild dragon now. His eyes watched helplessly as if he was unable to do anything else. My cock inside him was thrusting hard and fast, penetrating so deeply into his tailhole and drawing a pained moan from him now as he just gave himself to the feelings and laid his head down sideways.
I drove him hard against the counter once my wings started moving back and forth aside me to slam me forcibly against his backside with every push. All I could think of now was my red throbbing cock, and the steadily approaching climax that would satisfy my raging heat. Squinting my eyes I leaned my head back, feeling my body start to give to the raging pleasure that started to take over my muscles. I struggled to stay standing as I started squirming and moving and tensing so strongly that I thought I might fall. My claws had dug into his hips and drew blood at each of their points, they seemed determined to keep at least my cock inside him no matter what else happened to us.
Finally I approached that familiar spike of pleasure that would finally let me relax, and with a long rumbling growl over the little fox I let it rush over me. I felt hot wetness suddenly rush around my cock as my powerful kegal muscles slammed my cum inside my fox plaything. I come about twice as much as average, not nearly as much as a horse but tonight I felt it splash back across my crotch and slap wetly against the fox's ass. Somewhere beyond my digging claws I could hear him whining with pleasure, and squirming against the counter. I lunged down over him and grabbed his neck and shoulder in my teeth and bit him to hold him in place, pressing hard with my hind teeth, but my fangs didn't do any damage. It felt as if he was trying to push back at me, but each times my wings slammed me forward it left him helpless against the counter again.
My mouth hung open and my toungue let out a little as I panted a quiet moan above him, finally starting to come down from my climactic explosion. Wet slurping sounds met my ears and I slowly becames aware of my surroundings again. I looked down to the fox and slowed my thrusts to gentle pushes, panting slowly. He was panting with his tongue out, just laying there now, and looked exhausted. I grinned and chuckled, then pulled out of him slowly. I removed my claws from his fur and licked a little blood from one of my talons.
With a deep murr I looked over the fox, seeing his tailhole gaping and leaking my cum down his thigh. I grinned to him in the mirror as he started to come back to the world as well. I moved beside him and looked myself over in the mirror, glad I didn't sweat. I washed my hands and then my crotch, cleaning the cum off my softening penis as it started to draw back inside me. I rubbed above my hips softly, feeling my balls sore from the ordeal, a nice feeling at the moment.
Licking my lips I faced the mirror and slipped my pants back up, gathering my meagar clothes. The fox was still bent over the counter naked and whined back toward me, rubbing his sore ass. I was sure his whole body was sore after pounding I gave him.. The poor fox's tailring was still stretched wide open, drooling a trail of white dragon cum.
"O-oh.. ssir... where are you going?? Mmhh.."
I just smirked and padded up to the counter beside him to crick my neck. I gave him a sharp smack on the ass and he jumped with a yelp. I chuckled and padded to the door, unlocking it and padding out into the fresh and cool air of the terminal, completely relaxed now.. what seemed like ages of stress was all gone.
"It was a transient partnership, kid. You might want to get cleaned up, I see the janitor coming."
Later a young fox limped out of the bathroom, head filled with confusion and sex. He walked carefully, bowlegged as if he had ridden a horse all day. He tenderly rubbed his hips where my claws had left little pricks, and at his shoulder where my bite lay fresh in his thoughts. He couldn't help but feel so used, owned, claimed. He couldn't stop blushing, as he was sure everyone he passed could smell sex on him, and the strong male smell of all the dragon cum he couldn't get out of the fur with just a sink.
I collected my light luggage and padded through the dark lot to my convertible, putting the top down for a nice quiet drive through the night to my apartment, and right to sleep. I couldn't seem to wipe the satisfied expression off of my face, and pondered the regular theraputic applications of foxes.