Ruth's Revenge
How to make your Mate cum when he doesn't want to!
Hello, Ruth here...
I feel I need to give you some backstory to what follows. I have a good draconic friend in Australia called James (name changed to protect him) who may or may not one day become my Mate if a way around the 9000 miles separating us can be found. He likes to Skype a lot, and is often found waffling away to others when I come online on MSN.
Now this naughty little dragon recorded me doing something the other day without my knowledge... and then sent it to someone else that knows me. Grumble. So I decided to have a little bit of sweet revenge on him. As the friends he was talking to are also colleagues, he couldn't just halt what he was doing so we could share some web-time together.
Ho hum...
So the idea of my revenge came rather sweetly into my evil little mind. Through MSN I threw my sexy little pile of green scales down under into a situation that he couldn't ignore, nor for that matter did he want to. As a result of which my telepathic ghost gripped his soul and imagination and dragged him away from reality for a span of thirty minutes...
Call it a one sided RP if you wish, as he couldn't reply while still talking live until he was forced to abandon his situation!
Evil grins!
I slip under your desk and start sniffing at the seam of scales under your tail, extending my tongue tip to run it across your taint.
"You have been eating garlic curry again," I curse mentally in your mind as my stomach rumbles in protest at the taste! This dragon is gastrically allergic to garlic!
I move a little higher to see if the garlic has tainted other parts of your bloodstream and start inhaling deeply at your upper seam.
My tongue slips within you and starts tickling at your rapidly dampening tip, soaked in the musky maleness that is hiding within...
You gasp, trying to bat my wraith's head away with your hand as you keep trying to concentrate on the faltering conversation you are having with others.
"Sod off Ruth! Not now!" You type desperately.
My chuckle echoes around your eardrums as I start nipping at your rapidly expanding dragon-hood.
"You Bastard!" hits my Msn inbox.
You abandon your conversation with the excuse of dashing for the woods, though with a clatter of the chair echoing down your mic. to your colleagues, you are bent double with your tip brushing the floor as it spills pre with abandon where the carpet brushes at it.
My wraith like pair of hands grab your hips from behind, claws dimpling the green scales as my teeth nip at your spine as they run down your neckline... electrifying every faltering step and movement you make as you head for the bathroom and out of the mic.s pick up zone.
Groans escape your lips as you reach for the shower enclosure's controls in desperation, your tail flailing as you try and sweep your imagination away, but it passes futiley through my wraith that you can only feel where and when I want you to.
My teeth now nip at the top base of your tail as my hands work their way around your hips again, kneading at your inner thighs as they pass. You turn the water on cold in a final desperate ploy to cool your ardour!
It doesn't work!
As the icy water sluices over you, you feel a warm tip rub against the underside of your now paralysed tail...working its way higher and higher as your scales seemingly grind against the coalescing mist...
You let out a light gasp again, your hot breath forming an ethereal cloud in the icy air of the showers enclosure; the teeth from your imagination skittering across your scales as the come to rest on your neck again...
"Ruth no!" You utter to no-one..."Not now!"
"Always now!" my voice sounds in your mind, tickling the inside of you eardrums as it penetrates your soul.
You slide to the floor, the water pitter pattering across you, shivering as your body temperature drops. Your hand reaches up as you give in and throw the shower back into the hot position.
My chuckle bounces around the inside of your soul, "There's a good dragon..." You hear, in the following echo.
The vice like grip on your neck is released; strong arms then grab you by your shoulders and turn you over as the harsh light glares in your eyes from the overhead light fixtures in the steam. My ghostly form in the now rising moisture seems to grin as it's face bends down to run a tongue of pure water vapour across your prone belly and up to your face, the droplets seeming to pass by your lips as they dampen your tongue even further.
My form squats gently, a hand appearing as it tickles your belly scales, a claw formed from nothing but water running down, down, further and further towards its target as your tongue flails in the air like a snake in a mongoose's jaws.
Your breathing increases in volume as the claw runs up the underside of your shaft, the electric sensation ripping through you as you fight to hold off from your orgasm.
"Take me," you whisper though my watery lips.
My chuckle sounds again, a heavier dampness dribbling on the underside of your tail as your cock is taken into my hands embrace and squeezed.
Something touches your sweet spot. Somehow hotter than the now scalding water that is running across your scales! Dipping and diving at your perfect ring as a steady kneading begins on your shaft.
You relax, the barrier parting and pure heat envelops your bowels as a rod of divine water slips within you, the mental chuckle in your head deepening into a grunt. Working deeper and deeper, the water rubs against your spot as your jaws hang loose, lips leaving the apparition's as its face curls up into a smile.
"There's a good dragon!" Sounds in your ears as you begin to twitch.
My head vanishes in a puff off steam, only to reform seconds later, bent double as its lips take your tip into its mouth. You reach forward, trying to grab onto its horns, but your fingers pass through, feeling like they are running through a hot chicken broth rather than air.
_"Tut tut!" _ Teeth nip down gently.
You gasp again as with a final seemingly huge thrust you feel orbs of pure power rest upon and light up the base of your tail
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!" You scream as you erupt, your seed blasting through the misty skull of your dream, plastering your chest and face with increasing power as your ring seeks to hold onto that which is not there, though somehow you feel as if you are being filled from within.
_ _
The chuckle fades with you red mist of pleasure as a knock sounds on the outer bathroom door... "James...James...You alright in there?" Your mother shouts.
"I....I am fine Mum!" You reply as you try and return yourself to your feet, "I just slipped."
"Well be more careful then, it sounded like you were fighting with someone. Your computer is talking again to...have you left a line open?"
"Shit!" You mutter to yourself, running your hands over your scales as you try and wipe off the evidence of your stimulated orgasm, "Erm...I thought I'd hung up. Sorry mum!" you reply audibly.
"Just you wait Ruth....just you bloody wait!" You curse quietly, shutting the water off and heading back to the screen with your excuses.