The rings of fire, part two
#6 of Odds and Ends
And the final chapter of the three parter, and once again I hope you enjoy it.
And once again, the characters of Alex/Talon and Kendle/Esmeralda are used with the permission of Talon-21, to whom they belong.
As always, comments are appreciated and requested.
Continued from the rings of fire, part one...
When Alex came back to himself out of his dark wanderings in the realm beyond conscious thought, the first thing he perceived was warmth. He didn't think that he was surrounded by it, but it still seemed like it was everywhere, if that made any sense. But, despite the oddity of the sensation, in those first moments of waking, when the darkness had not yet receded fully, it was pleasant to feel such heat, comforting, in a way that he could not yet understand. And gradually, as he lay there, contemplating the warmth that surrounded him, other sensations began to return to his mind, sensations still wrapped up in the overall sense of touch. He first felt a sort of solid roughness beneath him, produced seemingly of many strands of rough material, but the feeling, while distinct, seemed somehow vague, as if he was feeling it through a barrier. Next, he felt air moving around him, like to faint breezes, but he knew instinctually that they were so faint he shouldn't have been able to feel them. Moments later, as if a door had suddenly swung wide, a second sense returned to his mind, but a sense that he almost didn't recognize it was so different.
At first, it stemmed simply from an awareness that air was flowing through the spaces in his lungs once more, sustaining his life. But as he lay in the darkness, focusing on the strangely intense sensation of his lungs expanding and contracting, scents suddenly came to his mind, but they were so powerful that they were almost sensations in themselves. Compared to this, he might as well not have had a sense of smell before. First to appear was an indistinct aroma that his mind instantly classified as 'self', an odor that he had never acknowledged existed before, but one that felt very safe and familiar. The self-smell seemed to stem from everything in the vicinity to a varying degree, along with the faint aromas of varnished wood, carpet and dust; all scents that were faint, but still recognizable. And yet, though he recognized each scent, his mind seemed to associate them with images, or rather, with feelings and impressions. For example, the scent of varnished wood brought the image of fresh cut oak, and the itch in the back of the throat that came from being around heavy duty cleaning supplies.
But as his reeling brain began to adjust to the sudden overload of information brought to it by his nose, he began to notice another scent, an intangible scent that seemed to set off a sudden flood of many images into the darkness of his sight. He saw a series of brief flashes, like trying to watch a slide show on fast forward; the bright sunshine of a summer's day filtering through wispy clouds; cool, soothing water burbling away in a rocky stream; pines and aspens and sweet wildflowers after rain, a bonfire of sweetly scented wood crackling in the fragrant night, and then, the images became more like to impressions, things he only half understood. The sweet warmth of a tender embrace, the electrifying touch of a soft kiss, a lyrical song without words that sank into the heart, and much more, things he couldn't even begin to classify. The strange scent seemed to wake something in him, a primal fire that burned in his limbs and seared his mind to waking thought.
Slowly, with seemingly great reluctance on their part, light broke into the darkness as his eyelids hauled themselves upward, pushing the last of the impressions to the back of his mind. It took Alex almost a minute to associate words to the images he saw, his mind still overloaded with the sensory input of his nose. He saw a wall about ten feet distant, painted the same off white that all apartments always seemed to be painted, a small scuff on the nearest corner where something had rubbed against it. He saw the hundreds of light blue fibers that made up the carpet stretching from almost right up against his eye to the molding at the edge of the wall. And as he slowly scanned the strangely tilted view, he noticed the crumpled white shape of one of his socks on the carpet a little ways from him, probably his left from the small hole that was starting to form in the heel. The scent of 'self' was particularly strong in that direction, but the thing that drew his attention the most was that he seemed to see every frayed strand of cotton that lined the hole as a distinct image, rather than as a part of the whole sock. Tilting his view this way and that, Alex tried to comprehend why things looked so odd. Everything had a peculiar sharpness to it, every detail as clear as if he were looking at them under a microscope. About the time that it occurred to him that the room should have been a whole lot darker than it was, it suddenly occurred to him that he was lying sprawled on the floor, though why the thought hadn't occurred to him before was a mystery to him.
Placing both hands on the carpet, Alex slowly righted himself, beginning the process of getting back upright. Strangely, though the touch of the carpet against his chest and legs had felt distant, he could feel every miniscule fiber that made up every strand of the carpet beneath his hands, a difference that gave him pause. Slowly, he began to push against the carpet, trying to get up gently without disturbing too many of the fibers beneath his hands. But, it seemed that his body had other plans. Instead of doing a slow push-up as he had intended, his torso suddenly shot off the floor like it was attached to rockets, almost lifting him off of his hands. Wincing as his elbows locked, Alex shook his head, looking at the carpet once more. And as he looked down, he felt suddenly as if something was very off here. His vision suddenly seemed to focus, every tiny detail sharpening even further until it felt like he had been looking through hazy glass from the moment he had opened his eyes, glass that had suddenly been removed.
In his field of view, there were three strands of carpet that were on the verge of being pulled out from the rest, endless, tiny specks of dust that the vacuum never seemed to get clinging tenaciously between the bundles of carpet fiber, and a few frayed strands here and there among the bundles; all of that he perceived and cataloged in an instant, but nothing was extraordinary. Slowly, his scope of vision widened and he focused instead on his hands. For a few moments, nothing seemed out of place at all, but then, his eyes grew so wide that he felt as if they were trying to pop out of their sockets. His hands were no longer those of a human. Instead, they bore black talons on their tips, talons that he instinctually knew were sharp enough to tear through sheet metal if he wanted. But more amazing by far, was that instead of soft skin, they were covered in fine, overlapping layers of scales, rich crimson in color.
Sucking in a deep breath of surprise, Alex pushed himself back onto his haunches, or at least tried to. Before he got all the way up, his ears detected a strange ripping sound from behind him and he stopped moving at once, feeling a very strange sensation at the base of his spine. Readying himself for more surprises, he looked back over his shoulder and felt his eyes go even wider, if that were possible. A long, black spiked tail now extended from his back, covered in crimson scales like medieval armor, ending in a black edged spade of bone, obviously very sharp, for it had lodged itself three inches deep in the carpet, piercing deep into the subflooring. Flexing muscles he didn't even know he possessed, Alex pulled his tail free, curling it forward so that it wouldn't cut anymore holes in the carpet while he got up.
"What the hell?" Alex questioned, turning his hands over in front of his eyes, surprised to find that his voice, while it still sounded like him, now had a rumble within it like that of distant thunder, a power no human voice possessed. Closing his eyes and swallowing nervously, he looked down at his torso, bracing himself to find what he only dared to hope was there.
Opening his eyes, he felt a grin spread across his lips as a warm sensation of absolute ecstatic joy rushed into his body. Beneath the tattered rags of the clothes he had been wearing, his entire body was covered with crimson scales, except on his underside, where there were plates of grey. Moving with exaggerated care with his taloned hands, he gently explored his torso, feeling how the plates merged almost seamlessly with the crimson scales on his sides. They felt as smooth as soapstone and oddly flexible, but at the same time, as hard as diamonds. And then, something clicked in his head and his grin got wider. Crimson scales upon his back, creamy grey plates upon his belly, spikes along his spine and a spade at his tail tip?
Somehow, he had become Talon, his dragon persona, as if his friend's gift had somehow brought out that which only lived in his heart and his mind. Clapping a hand to his head, Alex belatedly realized that he had completely forgotten about the ring. Lifting his right hand into his view and turning it this way and that before his eyes, he searched for the incredible gift that he had placed there. And there, around his middle finger, was the small ring of stone, so perfectly camouflaged by its color that he almost couldn't see it against his scales, even with his new draconian senses. But as he turned his hand over again, his eyes picked out a detail that was well and truly out of place. The dragon carving was gone from the ring, the stone tendrils having somehow shifted in position until it looked as if it had never been there at all, taking on instead the shape of a stone braid of many tendrils.
Wandering without his input, Alex's eyes trailed up his arm from the hand, and he noticed something strange, another new detail to his body. Though his limbs were not much larger than they had been as a human, the musculature was sharply defined, standing out like it was permanently flexed. Gripping his hard bicep with his other hand, he realized that that explained his body shooting upward from the ground so quickly. His muscles now held a dragon's formidable strength, making tasks that took effort as a human easier than breathing. It would certainly take some getting used to.
Taking a deep breath in preparation, Alex gathered his digigrade legs under him and rose from his crouch, almost jumping to his feet fast enough to make him dizzy. And it was only then, standing at his full height, that he realized that not only was he taller than his human form now, but he had horns on the top of his head in place of his hair, horns that were now brushing the ceiling, making him duck a little to keep them from damaging something. After outlining the horns with his hands, the new dragon gently explored his face with careful motions, an image appearing in his head as his hands roamed. His senses were so acute now that his touch sent the shape of his new countenance to his mind and he realized that there had been many changes made there, more than at any other point on his body.
For one thing, he now had a dragon's muzzle, though it didn't seem to interfere with his vision any more than his human nose had. He also had frilly crests where his ears used to be, the odd shape feeling somehow right to him. More than that, he had spikes on the line of his jaw, matching those that had made short work of his shirt and pants as they had grown from his spine, extending down almost to his tail spade. And then, as his hands gradually made their way to his shoulders, he suddenly encountered a surface like soft, pliant leather and he began the task of outlining it, flexing even more new muscles as he did so, producing a rustling sound. For a moment, he was perplexed as to what it was he was feeling, and then it occurred to him. Wings. He was feeling his wings. On instinct, he stretched his wing muscles, spreading them wide, casting a broad shadow across the room, showing his wingspan. Alex suddenly grinned in a way that would have frightened his human self, had he been able to see it that is. Why shouldn't he go out and fly right now? What was stopping him? He was the master of the sky, and no one was going to stand in his way.
Immediately decided, Alex began to make his way towards the patio door, the quickest way to unimpeded flight. And then, as he rounded the coffee table, he suddenly found something that made him forget all about flying in an instant. Lying in a heap on the other side of the table from where he had awoken was a shape that made his heart leap suddenly into his throat, guilt welling up as he realized his transformation had made him completely forget about Kendle. Hurrying to her side, he knelt, turning her over gently so as not to bend her limp, green colored wings in an awkward direction. As he pulled her head and shoulders into his lap, he realized at once that she was the source of the scent that had ignited the strange cavalcade of images in his brain, a fresh wave of the aroma filling his breath, adding fuel to the fire that still smoldered within his breast. And then, as he leaned over her, a gentle breeze of warm air caressed his chest, filtering through the gaps in his plates to find his skin beneath, making him laugh in relief. She was still breathing. In fact, it seemed that she was nothing more than asleep.
Settling back a little, his tail spade giving a satisfied flick, the crimson dragon wondered what he was going to do next. He certainly wasn't going to go out flying, not without her at any rate. Besides, he wanted to be here to help her when she awoke, to save her the shock of finding that she was no longer human. Deciding to put off thinking about what he was going to say to her until she awoke, Alex took the opportunity to examine Kendle's new shape, comparing it to the mental image he had always gotten when imaging her as a dragon. She actually looked a lot like the picture he had once drawn of Esmeralda, Kendle's dragon counterpart, but she was somehow even more lovely than his imagination portrayed, an otherworldly quality lending her a beauty that was like the stars in the night sky.
Her scales were a gorgeous shade of green, with strange flashes of blue almost like reflections within them, as shifting and insubstantial as a breeze. Where his spikes and (he assumed) his horns, were black, hers were unblemished white, like polished pearls. But there was something else, something that no mental picture had been able to capture, something he almost couldn't define, but something that his draconian mind seemed to recognize immediately. Setting aside the fact that her bosom was only barely covered by the shredded rags that were once a nightgown, there was something eminently feminine about her. Perhaps it was the soft curves of her body, or the way her scales were shaped, or the gentler curve of her wings, or perhaps it was her scent. Whatever it was made him feel so strange, almost as if he were suffering from a case of performance anxiety, but at the same time giddy with joy.
Seized with sudden inspiration, Alex leaned down with a flexibility that he had never possessed as a human and kissed her tenderly, a gentle touch with his lips on her muzzle. For a moment, nothing happened, and then her eyes fluttered in surprise, the pretty dragoness sucking in a deep breath. After barely a moment's hesitation, Kendle returned the warm kiss, reaching up to pull him closer as the kiss deepened, her hands caressing his neck. Whatever Alex had planned to do next, he couldn't remember, and honestly, he didn't care either.
The kiss felt more wonderful than their first had been, a tender embrace that was like nothing he had experienced before. While a human might find such a kiss mildly pleasant, the touch of Kendle's lips upon his sent rivers of pleasure surging through him like an electric current, making his tail flick and dance back and forth. And then, as Alex felt the forked tip of Kendle's tongue push its way into his jaws, seeking his own, the river of sensation deepened, bright impressions flashing through his mind so fast he didn't have a chance to perceive one before the next overwhelmed it. As his own tongue instinctually twined itself around hers, embracing and encircling the intruder in its grasp, a wholly new sense blasted into the forefront of the dragon's mind, a sense he had quite forgotten; taste.
The kiss of the dragoness that he held was the best thing he had tasted in his life, better than all of his favorite flavors combined. As the kiss went on, the impressions that his new sense seemed to bring on finally seemed to slow down, allowing him to at last make sense of them as their tongues twined and untwined delightfully in their jaws. Honey fresh from the comb, the rejuvenating taste of a cold draft of water from a spring, pale starlight, the shadows of the full moon, the pleasant touch of a cool mountain breeze; her kiss seemed to be made of all those things and much more, things that defied explanation.
Finally, after more than a minute, Kendle pulled back from the kiss, and Alex reluctantly pulled his tongue back into his mouth, letting his green scaled love settle back into his lap. After a few more moments, Kendle opened her eyes, her lids sliding back slowly to reveal that her green eyes now shone like jewels, shot through with dancing light as though the sun lay through their liquid surface, outlining a definite reptilian quality within them. For a moment, her expression was of pleasant contentment, the same expression she had worn when waking from a fine dream. And then, the expression suddenly shifted to one almost of alarm as she realized what it was she was seeing. After a few moments of squinting at him without recognition, the dragoness opened her mouth to speak, revealing sharp fangs like daggers that gleamed pearly white.
"Talon?" She asked, and Alex felt his head bob backward in surprise. That was the last response he had expected. And yet...in way, that was exactly what she was seeing. After a moment, as if realizing what she had said, she shook her beautiful head. "I mean...Alex? Is that you?"
"Hmmm..." He said, cocking his head to the side as if considering his answer. "Yes to both, I suppose."
"What..?" She said, raising her head to look down at her body. Her look of utmost surprise was so comical that Alex was only barely able to restrain himself from laughing. Then, she looked back up at him and look of suspicion crossed her face. "Not that it wasn't pleasant being woken up like that, but where do you get off taking advantage of a sleeping woman like that?"
"What are you talking about?" Alex replied, taken aback. He hadn't expected her to be angry. "I was just..."
"Silly dragon," she suddenly said, a grin spreading across her lips as she leaned up to lick the tip of his snout gently. "I was just kidding." Alex grimaced at her and shook his head, annoyed. Here he was trying to be romantic and she was making jokes. But, despite his annoyance, when she started to lift herself off his lap, leaning up towards a sitting position, the dragon supported her with one arm, being careful with his talons upon her velvety wings.
"Careful now." He said, trying not to stare as her shredded nightgown revealed more of her body. "We are a lot stronger than we were."
"Thanks for the warning," Kendle replied as she got upright, turning around so she was facing him, tucking her legs up against her chest, her tail curling around them, over her taloned feet. As she settled in place, Alex noted that her tail spade was smaller than his, and more gently curved, but that detail seemed so natural to him that he only noted it in passing, his gaze finding her eyes instead. When she was comfortable, Kendle held her hands out before her, looking her arms over as if she had never seen them before. "So...How did this happen?"
"The rings." Alex replied, as if that explained everything. "I really don't know how, but when we put them on, we transformed into...well, I into Talon and you into Esmeralda."
"But this is impossible." She said, her gaze leaving her arms to examine him as he mirrored her position, settling in a few feet from her. And then, as if realizing that the answer to her question was obvious, she continued. "Isn't it?"
"I guess not." Alex answered, looking at her with interest. There was something in her emerald gaze that hadn't been there a few moments ago, a strange twinkling in the depths of her eyes, though what that portended, he didn't know. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I am fine." She said, looking surprised at his question. But even as she said that, the odd twinkling intensified in her gaze, as if the light that shone through her eyes was getting brighter. "But is this permanent? Are we stuck like this?"
"I don't think so." Alex said, making an effort to not look at her, toying with the ring on his hand instead. "I suppose if we were to remove the rings we would go back to being human." Seizing the ring between two fingers of his left hand, he started to do just that when a green scaled hand grabbed his right wrist, stopping him short. Surprised, he looked up to see that Kendle was staring intensely at him, the light in her gaze getting more pronounced by the moment. And then, when she was leaned so close to him, he suddenly realized that her scent was changing, ever so slightly, taking on a quality that his mind associated with the strange tingling in the air that presaged a thunderstorm.
"No." She said, her voice almost quivering with suppressed emotions. "I mean, it would be a shame not to take advantage of the opportunity..."
"I suppose..." Alex replied, feeling a faint tingling in his fingers and toes as he breathed in her altered scent, like a static charge were steadily building there.
Without his input, his fingers released the stone ring, moving instead to caress her arm at the elbow, trailing down towards her hand with a gentle, faint touch he could not have duplicated as a human if he had tried. At his caress, he heard Kendle's breathing catch and the ultra-fine scales around her eyes tightened slightly as if a signal had been given. Then, without quite knowing why, his eyes sought out her gaze, and locking her emerald orbs with his sight, he slid his hand down under hers until he held her warm palm against his, their scales pressing against one another. The moment their eyes met, Alex couldn't seem to release her green eyes from his gaze, just as he hadn't seemed to be able to look away from the carving on the box lid when it had started to glow. But then, the memory of the box seemed to vanish from his head; Kendle's bright green eyes suddenly appeared to be growing in his gaze, growing until they blotted out everything else, and as they grew in his mind's eye, Alex began to make out fantastic details, details he had missed even with his enhanced senses.
The irises of her eyes were not all one color; instead, they seemed to hold endless shades of green, shades that shifted and danced like dappled sunlight through a curtain of leaves, never repeating their pattern, the shades growing brighter by the moment, or perhaps the pupil that sat at their center grew darker. But as their gaze deepened, their eyes widened in unison as something unspoken passed between them, something powerful and yet indefinable. Before he could begin to guess what it was, the red dragon felt the bonfire that had filled his heart when he put the ring on suddenly reignite, blazing like the sun itself. But the heat wasn't the painful heat that burns, but something far different, something fey and wild, older than time, but as new as the first thaw of spring. When the flames awoke within, a sudden shiver passed down his body and the tingling that Alex had felt in his fingers suddenly spread, making his scales rustle as they stood suddenly on end, like the dragon equivalent of goose bumps. Moments later, without any warning, the spell of Kendle's gaze was broken by something warm and marvelously strong slamming into him, knocking him backwards.
Before he knew what was happening, Alex was pinned on his back, something heavy and warm on top of him. Shaking his head in surprise, he looked up to find that it was Kendle, but not Kendle as she had been. Her body had not changed, but the look in her eyes was like nothing he had ever seen. Her green irises were glowing like emerald coals, but the expression on her face was that of a predator, primal and powerful. Before he could say anything, she suddenly leaned in close, licking the line of his jaw from the base of his ear frill to the tip of his nose, sucking in a deep breath of his scent through her nose. As he gasped at the unexpected sensation of her tongue on his scales, he found that the air was electrified with the strange scent that seemed to cling to her, the aroma doing something to him that he had never expected, a strange haze starting to obscure his thoughts. A moment later, his eyes opened wide in sudden pleasure, staring upward and yet not really seeing anything as the dragoness nuzzled the hollow of his throat, her claws digging at the scales of his arms, trailing up to his chest, drowning him in the liquid flame of a feeling deeper than desire; a primal hunger that demanded to be satisfied.
Giving in before he could consider otherwise, the red dragon reached out and slid his hands into the tears in her ragged gown where the green dragoness' wings protruded from the cloth, digging his talons into her scales as well, knowing that, sharp though they were, they would not hurt her. And then, as if his touch had been a signal to her, Kendle suddenly tore at what remained of his shirt with her claws and teeth, ripping the strands that had held it on his torso, her front teeth nibbling at his collar bone when it was revealed, the touch of her sharp teeth setting off a fountain of pleasure in his body. Grinning ferally, the dragon replied in kind, his sharp claws making short work of her ragged coverings, revealing her naked form for the first time. The dragoness leaned back for a moment, shaking herself to rid her body of the last few scraps of torn cloth and the creature that had once been a human male admired her eagerly, her form outlined by the dim light.
To his new sight, she was almost better than perfect, and certainly more beautiful. Seeing his gaze, the dragoness returned his feral grin, leaning back in a long stretch, showing off for the dragon she had pounced. Seized by ancient instincts that rolled through his mind's fog, the crimson dragon suddenly pushed himself up, rolling onto his shoulder and pinning the female on her back beneath him, sucking in her scent as he nuzzled her neck in turn.
Hearing his love gasp at the touch of his muzzle, her body growing hotter and hotter by the moment, Alex lowered his head, gently kissing and licking his way down to her scaly chest, his claws dancing along her sides, alternating between tracing along the membranes of her wings and outlining her ribs. After a few moments of teasing, his muzzle met her right breast, his lips brushing lightly along its surface until it met the nub of her nipple. Giving it a gentle kiss, he circled the soft flesh with his forked tongue tip for a moment, making Kendle arch her back against his touch, gasping with the sensation. Giving the nipple another gentle kiss, the dragon trailed his tongue across her solar plexis, grinning broadly and mirrored his teasing touch on her other side, giving a growl of pleasure as her claws caressed his neck and shoulder. Taking her caress as a signal, his heart beating with the strength of a thousand hammers, Alex moved further down her body, feeling the outline of her ribs with his sensitive tongue, planting a gentle kiss on each as he went further down. Finally, he shifted backward a little more, his tongue briefly diving into her belly button, making her giggle at the unexpected motion. And then, when his tongue left her body for a moment as he made a final shift in position, Kendle made a strange sound that was half a whine of frustration and half a growl filled with desire, the combination making Alex grin widely.
Finally in position, Alex dipped his head down between his dragoness' legs with almost exaggerated slowness, his nose bringing the strongest and most alluring scent he had ever experienced to his nose. It seemed to be made of all the things that made up her usual scent, plus something more, an impression he couldn't even begin to make sense of. It was like a pulse of light in the utter darkness, like tasting the moonlit midnight sky, a powerful jolt of energy that made his head spin. With an almost hesitant motion, the dragon played his tongue down one of her thighs and up the other one, brushing only the outer folds of his mate's slit, eliciting a gasp of such strength from her that Alex briefly wondered if she were trying to suck all the air from the room. And then, all such thoughts were drowned out by her taste, something that, if the dragon part of his mind had a description for, it was keeping to itself. As Kendle parted her scaly legs, revealing the red folds of her labia to her lover's ministrations, Alex decided he didn't care to think about it either. Without further hesitation, he plunged the tip of his tongue into her slit, drawing it upward in one long, slow motion. The green dragoness gasped again, her whole body twitching as he teased her.
When his searching tongue tip found its target at the end of its long swipe, the tiny nub of flesh hidden near the top of her slit, Kendle let out a loud moan that was almost a growl, her slit trickling a jet of hot fluid onto his tongue. To the dragon's aroused mind, it was a nectar so wonderful, the moment its taste reached his mind, the only thought that existed in him was that he wanted more. At once, his tongue set to work on his lover's nethers, curling down to the bottom of the slit before sliding upward, curling the entirety of its length across her clit in one long motion, every slow pass coaxing more lovely nectar from her. Before long, Kendle was writhing beneath him, the growling moans coming from her throat getting louder by the moment. And then, as if her hips writhing against his jaws commanded it, Talon plunged his tongue deep into her passage, exploring her depths with his forked tip, the taste of her passage filling every corner of his mind. At once, Esmeralda arched her back against his jaws, forcing more of his tongue into her. At the same time, he felt her taloned hands close around the horns that crowned him, pulling his jaws tight against her, his sharp teeth resting on her scales. In moments, as his tongue pressed deeper into her, Talon felt her body tensing up around him, her wings straining to spread beneath her and she seemed to suck in an even deeper breath.
A bare moment later, the emerald female's passage clenched up on her dragon's tongue and an exalted roar accompanied a gush of fluid from her body as she came, the sound echoing around the walls of their apartment. Grinning shamelessly, Talon eagerly lapped up the fluids that had flooded out around his tongue, making Esmeralda twitch all the harder as his tongue frolicked around her sensitive flesh. When she finally stopped gushing almost a minute later, and her roar quieted down, the dragoness' body relaxed, going almost completely limp. The red male withdrew his tongue slowly from her body, luxuriating in the aroma of her sex that filled every breath and the taste that coated his tongue. Licking the last residue of her fluids from around his muzzle, the dragon waited for his mate to release his horns so he could sit up, but after a few moments, her grip did the opposite, tightening instead. With a swift motion that Talon hadn't had any reason to expect from the limp mound of green scales that was his lover, Esmeralda twisted his head by its horns, forcing him to roll over onto his back beside her. Before he knew what had happened, his sight was suddenly obscured by his lover's waist as she straddled him upside down, her tail resting between his horns, her tongue trailing suddenly across the grey plates of his gut, making him jump.
And then, after a moment's hesitation, he felt a sudden pleasurable warmth swirl further down his torso, trailing to his hips and the opening of his genital slit. A second later, as her tongue tip flicked down into the fleshy hollow, touching the tip of his cock, Talon was treated to the strangely pleasurable sensation of his member sliding out from where it was hidden, almost chasing Esmeralda's tongue as it retreated. Just as a wave of hot breath washed over his hips, making him shiver, a surge of electrifying pleasure suddenly eclipsed every thought as his mate caressed the head of his equipment with her dexterous tongue. But the dragoness didn't pause to let him adjust to the sensation. Instead, her long tongue began to play along the length of his rigid shaft, exploring its shape, making him suddenly realize that here again, there had been changes made.
As her tongue made the slow journey down towards his shaft's base, he realized that where he had once been smooth, there were now a series of five or six ridges, though the last one felt odd, as if it were a slightly different shape than the others; more broad at its base. All at once, such thoughts were driven from his mind as the sensations changed. Talon shuddered, letting out a low growl of pleasure as his mate began to wrap his shaft with her tongue, slowly twining along his length. Twitching beneath her even as she had moments before, he began to count the loops Esmeralda's tongue made around his flesh, surprised when she finally stopped at nine, her hot breath making him shiver as she paused, just for a moment, his shaft trapped firmly by her tongue. Then, the slick appendage seemed suddenly to tighten its grip upon him, curling and uncurling a bit as it did so and he growled again, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold himself in check despite the electrifying pleasure that was steadily obliterating the last pockets of rational thought in his brain. As Esmeralda curled her tongue once again, Talon sucked in a deep breath filled with the heady aroma of his lover's sex, forgetting about thinking, his mind clouding over with the pleasant haze that accompanied the breath.
Esmeralda kept up her teasing for a few moments more, eliciting deeper and deeper growls from his throat, before she suddenly darted forward with her head, taking his penis into her maw in a single motion, sucking gently on his shaft while her tongue played along his length, curling into the low places between his ridges. At the change in motion, Talon gripped his mate's thighs, his body clenching up as the sensation drove him close to his climax, but Esmeralda wasn't finished yet. Instead of allowing him his peak, she instinctually lightened her pressure, keeping him just short of breaking, making him gasp in surprise. Moments later, she sucked in a breath of air through her mouth that made him shudder, the passing breeze intense on his wet member, her tongue tip delicately flicking across his sensitive flesh at the same time. With his body clenched so hard that he thought his muscles were going to start cramping up soon, Talon suddenly realized what his lover was doing.
As Esmerald went back to her gentle sucking, the memories floated out of the haze, rising unbidden to the fore of his mind. When they had been human, he had pretty well perfected the art of teasing her during foreplay, preventing her from cumming for long minutes, a feat she hadn't been able to match and now, she was getting her revenge. But despite the pressure that was building in his body from being pent up, so close to cumming for so long, he only halfway wanted it to end, the intense sensations from his heightened senses almost making him want it to continue. And then, as he started getting close once again, Talon suddenly seized upon an idea, his sex-hazed gaze settling on the slick folds of his target. Just as he sensed Esmeralda lightening her pressure once again to deny him his peak, he raised his head, his long dragon tongue darting out once more to stab deep into her vagina, making her jump in surprise, losing concentration for a crucial second. Without that critical moment, Esmeralda lost her chance to prolong the torture, the pressure that had built in her mate's body suddenly releasing. Letting out a low, throbbing roar he didn't even know he was capable of uttering, Talon came, his member twitching and jerking in his mate's maw, spraying his seed down her throat. After the initial surprise passed, the green dragoness closed her mouth tightly around him, her tongue swirling along his length as her throat undulated, swallowing with each pulse of life-giving fluid.
For his part, Talon was in heaven, waves of pleasure he had never imagined before drowning him until it was the only thing he could comprehend. Finally, after what had felt like an eternity of sensation, Talon felt the wild explosions of pleasure subside, leaving him panting as everything in his body seemed to relax at once. Every muscle with the sole exception of his beating heart suddenly seemed to be refusing to respond to commands, forcing him to lie still, panting. As he went limp, his climax leaving him almost insensate, Talon barely retained the presence of mind of curl his tongue back into his mouth, the taste of his mate's nethers on his tongue once more. After a few moments of floating in the fiery haze that filled his consciousness, he half-perceived Esmeralda releasing his relaxing shaft from her mouth and crawling off of him, slumping over to the side, lying so their sides were touching, facing opposite ways.
Slowly forcing his head to lift, a task that seemed to require every ounce of will he had left, Talon found the green dragoness looking pleased at herself, if a little frustrated at his interruption. The scales of Esmeralda's cheeks seemed oddly flushed to him, a slight rosy tint discoloring the scales there, but that also made him feel suddenly warm, somehow sure that he was the cause. But gradually, as the haze in his mind faded a little, Talon suddenly realized just how his thinking had changed in the last few minutes. At some point in their interlude, he had stopped being Alex, the human student and had become Talon, the dragon who had lived in his heart for so long. Talon was the name he instinctually attached to the idea of himself now, and Kendle was not Kendle. She was Esmeralda now, and if things went the way he suspected they would, she would be his mate, wholly and truly, before the night was over. Smiling at the thought, Talon lay back, staring up at the ceiling, feeling very warm and content, almost content enough not to want to move on. Almost.
After a short period where time didn't seem to have meaning, where the pair simply lay, enjoying the afterglow of their foreplay, Talon's thoughts were interrupted suddenly by Esmeralda crawling up so she was lying with her head in the same orientation as his, the scaly fingers of her hand lacing gently through his, linking their grasp. With a sigh of such utter contentment that it made Talon feel all warm inside, Esmeralda leaned over and kissed his cheek, nuzzling her jaw spikes against his, a sensation that was as pleasurable as it was odd.
"Well..." The dragoness finally said, giving his hand a squeeze. "That was fun."
"Yes indeed." Talon agreed, smiling. "A lot of fun."
"You know, I had something I wanted to talk to you about tonight." the emerald female began, shifting over so she was lying on her side, snuggled up to him. "But it just doesn't seem important anymore."
"What was it?" He asked, his curiosity aroused. When she didn't answer he frowned at her, "If it was important, you might as well say it anyway." With a wide, playful grin, Esmeralda rose up a little ways to bring her face into his sight, kissing him once more before replying.
"Well, my handsome drake," She said, tracing a line of plates down his chest with one claw, "If you are really that curious, you are going to have to persuade me to tell you."
"I am, am I?" He questioned, amused.
"You are." She confirmed, nuzzling his chin once more. "You have always been resourceful, I am sure you can think of some way." Grinning as the meaning of her words dawned on him, the crimson dragon trailed his hand along the spikes that decorated her back, outlining each one with his talons. He could think of one in particular that he was eager to try.
Getting up onto the side where Esmeralda was lying, Talon gently pushed his mate back onto her back, sliding over so he was on top of her again. This time, he planted his hands on either side of her head, leaning in to kiss her. Letting out a small, pleased growl, the emerald dragoness returned his kiss eagerly, pressing her body up against him, their scales making a strange, exciting sound as they scraped against one another. Somehow, the sensation of his lover pressing against him called his draconian equipment back into action, his shaft erecting itself once more. And without further ado, as his lover pressed her chest urgently against his, he nestled his tapered tip against her slit, gently parting the hot, moist folds of her sex. At the touch of his member, she sucked in a deep breath through her nose, her kisses growing in intensity, her whole body seeming to be radiating heat. For a few moments, Talon paused there, hesitating, the sudden absurd worry that this wasn't what Esmeralda wanted flashing into his mind. But, when his mate gave a short thrust up against him, drawing him a little way into her nethers, that worry vanished.
With a slow and gentle motion, the dragon began to work himself into her tight passage, nudging gently until his head vanished into her, making her gasp, her breath trembling in her desire. Pushing with his hips, Talon slowly slid another a few inches into her, every breath she breathed quickening until she was panting eagerly, his shaft buried up to the first ridge in her. There he paused, not wanting to startle her into tensing and Esmeralda pulled back from her kissing, drawing in a deep labored breath, her eyes slitted from excitement. Smiling seductively, she licked his chin, wrapping her legs around his waist, lifting her hips a couple of inches off the floor, supporting herself with her tail, the spikes along its length keeping her from sliding. Then, with his eyes locked on the gaze of his mate, Talon withdrew his shaft a little ways from her, then thrust himself forward, intending only to get the first ridge into her. But, in his sex addled state, he misjudged his own strength. In a single motion, the dragon drove his entire cock into her vagina, right up to the base in a single motion. Esmeralda immediately arched her back beneath him, her eyes going wide at the sudden penetration, a low, pleasured moan leaving her throat. Shaking from the sensation of his mate's opening sliding across his sensitive ridges, Talon held himself there, buried up to the hilt in her.
For a few moments, the pair were silent, trembling against one another, their tail tips wiggling in excited patterns. Then, panting hard, Esmeralda slowly seemed to relax, her tightly stretched slit adjusting to his girth. A few moments later, she kissed him lightly on the nose, nodding. His own chest heaving from holding himself in check, Talon slowly began to withdraw his member from her, each ridge sending a shudder through both of them as it slid free. Finally, with only his head inside her, he began to thrust, gently at first, then with increasing speed, his ribbed cock making her gasp as it rubbed her sensitive passage. Before long, she was moaning almost continuously, writhing against him as he drove her closer and closer to her climax. But then, even as her legs tensed up, squeezing him in her grip, Talon realized suddenly that the bottom-most ridge of his penis was changing shape. In fact, it wasn't a ridge at all. Just as he realized that it was expanding with every thrust, Esmeralda sucked in a deep breath clutching him tightly to her, her eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy, and he instinctually kissed her deeply, muffling the powerful roar that came from her throat.
As his mate came, clenching up on his cock, he put a name to the bottom ridge, a name that had tantalized him with fantasies from the moment he had added it to his persona's anatomy. And as his mate shuddered in the throes of her orgasm, her muted roar lost in his throat, he felt his knot work itself past her spasming opening, growing even larger as it did so. At once, he shortened his thrusts, feeling the same pressure that built within him before return ten-fold, the intensity of the sensations obliterating all but one thought. Then, with a suddenness that he had never expected, he felt his knot suddenly swell even wider, his body tensing up as his peak approached. Without warning, he came, his own roar matching that of his mate, the muted sound echoing inside his head as his member began to twitch, pulsing as his body began to spray more of his seed into her. Even as the first pulse emptied itself into her waiting womb, the green dragoness tightened her grip even more, her tail twining itself around his. The pleasure was incredible, so powerful that it overwhelmed every other sense they possessed; this was a peak of more than just pleasured touch. It seemed to fill every sense with delight, drowning out everything but one another from their minds. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.
But, even as Talon's member stopped spurting, neither dragon wanted to let go, tightening their grip on each other instead. Gradually, as the wondrous haze finally cleared from his mind, and he released Esmeralda from his kiss, other things began to return to his awareness. First, he could feel every one of his lover's scales as they moved against him, their chests heaving from their exertions, a sensation that was pleasing in the extreme. And he could feel the rivulets of his seed as it tried unsuccessfully to escape past his knot, and that too was pleasing. Every breath was filled with their combined scents, and he couldn't image a scent that would be better than that. Everything seemed suddenly wonderful, every nuance of every sensation a delight. But most of all, as he lay there, twined tight with his mate, he was never more aware of her. Every facet that made up Esmeralda was a clear as glass to him in those moments, and everything about her was perfect. To his mind, it was an irrefutable fact that if all the women in the world were to stand before him, none would compare to her. When her jewel-bright eyes opened once more a few moments later, gazing at him with an expression of such love and contentment, he knew that she felt the same for him. Then, the moment was suddenly shattered as someone pounded angrily on their door. Both dragons looked in that direction in surprise when the pounding was followed quickly by their next door neighbor's voice, sounding muffled through the door.
"I don't know what you two are doing in there, but its late!!" He shouted, "Keep it down or I am going to file a complaint!!" As the man's angry footsteps stomped away from the door, the lovers looked at each other in surprise for a moment, then burst out laughing. Neither of them had considered how much of a racket they had been making during their lusty mating.
"I guess we should have been more careful." Esmeralda commented when their laughter calmed down once more, her voice sounding a little husky. "It wouldn't do to be interrupted by the police."
"I am not even sure how they would react." Talon replied, snickering at the mental image of someone walking in on two anthro dragons going at it. Esmeralda chuckled as well, gently caressing one side of his jaw with her fingertips, planting a tender kiss on his lips before pulling him down so their chests were against one another again. He replied by nuzzling her gently, licking her throat. The pair stayed like that for a few minutes, cuddling in silence, then, he finally spoke up again, almost reluctantly pulling himself back from her close embrace so they could talk. "So, what was it that you were going to talk to me about tonight?"
"Oh that." She said, rolling her eyes. "I guess I had been wondering lately if you really were the person I had fallen in love with, or if that was just a fantasy. I was going to ask whether you thought we were meant for one another after all when you called me back out here."
"And did you get your answer?" Talon asked, lovingly nuzzling her snout.
"Yes I did." She replied, kissing him again, finally releasing her leg lock and settling her body fully onto the soft carpet.
At about the same time, Talon felt his knot start to shrink and he frowned, not wanting to be parted from his mate. Fortunately, it actually took a good half an hour for his knot to shrink enough for it to slip out of her passage, a half hour they spent affectionately nuzzling and licking each other in silence, luxuriating in the sensation of being joined, no words being needed between them. When he finally slipped from her passage, Esmeralda made a pouting face that was so cute that he was half tempted to do it all over again right then, to hell with noise complaints. But even as the temptation to mate her rose once more in him, something else eclipsed it. The feeling was a warm closeness, the instinctual knowledge that his mate was near. And that knowledge alone was so appealing that he didn't for a moment think of spoiling the mood. Instead, Talon rose to his feet before stooping, putting one arm under Esmeralda's knees, the other under her wings. When she had draped her arms around his neck in turn, the dragon stood up, easily lifting his mate with him. Then, with eyes only for one another, ignoring the mess they had made in the living room, he carried her off down the hall, towards the bedroom.
When they had settled on the bed, the pair snuggled up close once more, twining their scaly limbs together as close as they could. Finally, sharing a sigh of utter contentment, the pair let the night with all of its oddities fade from their sight, drifting off in each other's arms...