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Thickened clouds covered most of the sky in what would be recorded as a cooler than average morning for an otherwise warm region in the world. A chorus of avians chattered just above the ground hidden in kamani trees or teetered for balance at the end of palm leaves. It seemed as if this were the only time of day where the buzzing of relentless insects could be tolerated, as they seemed more to add a certain flavor to the sounds around. Water near the shoreline carefully lapped at the beachfront with a quiet crackling of sea foam, pushed and broken apart by the natural forces which be. Stretching rays of sunlight made its way through the small cracks in the exaggerated darkness of the sky for the period of day to give anyone awake a much needed warming upon their bodies.

Most appreciative of such sunlight was a groggy eyed raptor whom padded his way to the edge of a wide dock on the furthest edge away in a sequence of them. The scales along his body appeared as a deep forest green combined with black stripes that lined his face and body, save for the front and underside of his muzzle, where a smooth cream color took prevalence. A light breeze was barely enough to give the feathers along the top of his head and down his bare back a gentle ruffling. Wearing only tight fitting cotton wraps, colored tan along the waist and upper legs, helped to give a natural look to the clothing on his toned, but not quite athletic body. Straps holding up the clothing fit perfectly around the base of his tail and in design was not made to obscure from behind, for the tail itself was likely thought to provide ample decency. With those straps a knapsack would be bound to it which flopped idly against the movements of his right leg; heavy and blunt swings indicating an object of mass.

Black claws lining his feet clacked almost silently against the wood when mixed with the ocean waves churning beneath a metal boat to the side of him. Flags showing off nationality and territories flapped idly in the breeze as poles further up towards the afterdeck had a larger flag on the top. Two large funnels just barely further ahead stood idly as a sign that the fires within the belly of the boat likely lay cold for the moment. Sleeping quarters could be seen as small buildings down the center of the ship with small round windows could be noted, there likely being much more below deck. The sleek design of the ship, meant clearly to abate the rougher waves of the ocean, split and spread only for the wheel paddles on the side as the main form of propulsion. Thick rivets and metal plating would make one believe that it would sink just from weight alone, and yet boats like this were used for short to medium range island transit machines. A transit which the raptor seemed to grimace at the thought of when walking up the boarding ramp.

Smart as the raptor may be, in his mind, the thought of staying on top of an oversized floatation device in open waters was just not his idea of a good time. Looking around after walking onto the boat, the raptor reached into the loose flap leading within his satchel to pull out a yellow tinted parchment with plain black print upon it. It was simply a ticket which stated the raptor, Seuraka, had paid the costs for a promised trip to an unnamed and recently discovered island to the south. Looking back to the island which he was now leaving he let out a quiet sigh of disappointment. All of the islands were recently discovered in a chain in this portion of the ocean, which led him to the region in the first place.

A short walk took him to enter a cabin, from which Seuraka placed his ticket. There didn't appear to be anyone else there quiet yet, and the sparse crew members clothed similarly that he did see on the deck would have simply smiled and given him a nod. It was more customary to accept the ticket once leaving the ship, for that way at least an individual could be pegged more severely for attempting to stowaway. It left little for Seuraka to do other than find a bed near the back in a private room and fall upon it to rest in his dreary state after having locked the door from behind to indicate a presence was within.

Twisting around to lay on his back after falling less than gracefully on the front of his body, he slowly unfastened the clothing around him to entitle himself to a much more comfortable position. Shuffling once again in his knapsack he would pull from it a sizable book; the leather spine and cover showing it to have a decent age behind it. Propping himself upwards the raptor quickly found the location of which he last ended his readings to continue from there. It was a book used more for study purposes, and the section which he opened to was made for dichotomy of feral reptiles. More specifically however Seuraka was studying that of dragons; creatures which were known to exist but more notorious for their rarity of being spotted. It referenced islands close to the region of the world that he was in which had recorded sightings of dragons had been spotted. It was in his hopes that in the untamed lands it may be more likely to see one of the beasts.

The writings of dragons in this book were extraordinarily detailed compared to others written which made it much more enticing of a study. Information in each section for each dragon could be broken down into specific chapters outlining psychology, rituals, diets, and even mating habits. Even if none of the supposed research printed in the book had been peer reviewed, and thus taken with a grain of salt, it left Seuraka daydreaming. Paragraphs of information about some of the most impossible to believe lives of dragons were recorded by this single author, and some of which seemed implausible to write if one hadn't gotten up close and personal; the sexual anatomy of the beasts.

Rolling onto his side and placing the book on the bed, he propped himself up to reposition into a much more lax position for such a read. Something in his mind switched when ever he reached a section detailing the sexual life of a dragon, and particularly the tools of which they were equipped. Seeing diagrams of a dragon's sexual organs to the point of being closer to real life illustrations, as show in his book, caused his heart to skip a couple beats, or so it would feel to him. Reaching down instinctively, his free hand gave a gentle grasp to his own crotch; the bulged sheath and two hefty orbs just below sending a tingle of joy to his spine. While he kept reading however, with the early morning which he choose as a time to board the ship, his fatigue was reaching the better of him. Traveling was no easy task for one unused to it, and despite the fact of his excitement, his body and brain conspired against him. Barely any time passed, as his claws danced around his sex, he simply lay his head down and fell asleep. Comfort being the end all which stole away his possible enjoyment.

Surprised voices and exclamations shook Seuraka awake with his eyes darting around, evidently surprised he had fallen asleep. The words from outside caused him enough alarm to fasten his clothing, collect belongings, and dart out of his room. With luck the cool early morning would break way into a much more shining early afternoon as the sunlight seemed to cast away the collection of moisture with a commanding gaze, which for just a moment, he had to take a deep sigh and shake himself off in contentment. Opening a single yellow eye after stretching his arms upwards, there was no doubt in his mind. The fellow saurian voices were hushed as they remained in awe about the sighting of apparent dragons, and barely in the distance Seuraka had seen wings sinking beneath the waves with a finned tail following shortly after. Impulsively he ran across the deck to the starboard of the ship despite the congregation being at the port. In his mind, for some reason, he thought this to be the best viewing position despite the dragon likely going to where the obvious group was residing.

Voices and murmurs could be heard just barely from the other side of the boat as Seuraka scanned his side with darting eyes. Waiting patiently he knew that the dragon would have to come towards this side eventually, (as) if what the speaker said was true, that they enjoyed showing off. Feeling with his feet the vibrations taking place from the bottom of the boat he knew the dragon was down there somewhere and likely deciding which side of the craft to surface next to again. Gripping the metal railing which he leaned over to a inadvisable angle, he could finally see something moving beneath the clear sparkling waters.

Slitted pupils began to widen into an oval shape as the raptor's eyes seemed more to wish and betray what his brain was registering that he was seeing. The overall shape of a large reptile, much akin to what he had read about and studied in books, was slinking effortlessly through the waves beneath. Seuraka could watch as the creature, with wings tucked against its sides, would reach with a forelimb as if teasing at the ship. A slight bump could be felt each time the large and finned tail beat against the water, as the strength from the appendage was enough to indirectly affect the boat. Seuraka's heart began to pound incessantly in his excitement from not only seeing the mixture of blue and green scales combined with aqua tinted fins, but also from the raw strength which the beast could use without thought to influence its surroundings.

Not even a few seconds later would Seuraka's heart begin to triple in rate as he was able to witness the dragon surfacing. His mouth gaped as he slinked down slightly as though he felt it necessary to show some sort of respect, but not actually knowing how. Breaching the waves via back, the dragon would quickly have rolled over to expose the shining smooth scales of the green belly. With quickly scanning eyes there would have been no questioning as to the dragon's gender, as a blush rushed over the raptor's face; twin testicles were visible to the bright blue skies just between the hindlegs of the aquatic dragon, as both of them balanced around the tail as though looking for space to sink thanks to a vastly dense nature while a fattened sheath lay comfortably just above.

There was no time, in his mind, to remain staring; no matter how glued his eyes were to the obvious masculinity. Quickly scanning upwards, over the belly and atop the chest, he'd see the green scales quickly transition from the much smoother and softer green to a brilliant blue of the neck. Further up still he would look straight at the muzzle of the dragon, but moreover, straight at the emerald eyes. It was a feeling the likes of which the saurian had never experienced in his life, as the talons of his feet clacked against the deck as if he were ready to turn tail and run for fear he had overstayed his welcome. His reasoning of feeling was simply that his gaze locked with the dragon's eyes, and he was unable to avert the look. The emerald orbs gave the feeling of eternal vastness yet remaining filled and substantial. Seuraka's blood feeling as if ready to burst from his veins as his shy nature wished him to no longer stay the focus of the dragon, and yet his absolute interest in nothing else forcing him to stay.

Just before it felt as if he was going to pass out from his abnormal excitement the dragon had looked away simply to dive back down within the water; Seuraka being unable to forget the sight of the long fins along the dragon's jawline flicking several times while spreading apart, as if to convey an emotion. What felt like an eternity had in truth been barely a minute of unblinking for the raptor. Bending forward he kept a hand to his gut with his other arm slumped along with him over the metal bar. He almost felt sick after such an experience. He knew all he had done was view a true dragon with his eyes, and yet he felt as though his life had been complete. Letting the balance of the boat control his body soon proved to be a ill advised piece of advice.

It was warned that a dragon may gain attention through bumping the boat, but Seuraka hadn't expected it to be with such strength. Flailing his one arm as his eyelids parted entirely, he was in no position to quickly reach and keep himself from falling over. In a sick and twisted turn of fate, what little he tried to do out of natural wish to not plummet ended up knocking his head harshly against the side of a boat which was already rocking back towards his face from the actions of the dragon. Clenching his eyes and letting out a sharp gasp his vision turned starry in the self-created darkness. In that split second, as his head banged at just the perfect angle, his body turned limp as nothing stopped his descent towards the water. Just barely on the fringe of consciousness he was able to register his body becoming wet as he knew, internally, that this was likely a watery grave.

Clenching his fingers together Seuraka would slowly come back to his senses as he felt a warm and constant splashing of liquid against his face. Grimacing as he tightened his already closed eyes, his head throbbed from the harsh turn of events, he quickly assumed he was back on the boat. Again his quickly calculating mind was able to deduce the crowd on the boat circled around him wishing him well and to awaken as he heard a clamor of voices, albeit they seemed far off and quiet. It was likely just his ears being filled with water, or so he would believe. He could feel the soft cushions of what ever he lay on along the entirety of his bottom, though the queer feeling fabric left a strange tickling sensation against his bare belly. Air around him was almost uncomfortably humid and warm as opposed to what tropical air he had already become accustomed to, which caused worry that perhaps he had remained unconscious all the way through to the much hotter late midday. Pushing down with his hands he was barely able to muster the strength to lift his body, and moreover it seemed as though the fabric was so soft that it barely had any give to allow his hands to push himself up. Finally opening his eyes and shaking his head, the blur of going through such a scenario left him understandably dazed. Looking around he thought the world to be simply that of him on a boat, but after a few moments, it ticked in his brain as he soon turned to full alert.

There were teeth in front of the raptor's face. With a grayish white tint to them they glistened in the sunlight shining down upon them. Rolling his eyes up he was able to see a similar set hanging like purposely placed stalactites. Staring straight through he was able to see himself just barely above, yet parallel to the surface of the salty waters which he presumed he has fallen into. To the left he was able to see the familiar boat in the distance with a crowd waving and likely concerned and taken aback by the fact that one of their fellow tour goers was in the position that he was. Bringing his attention to himself, he looked up to see the purple flesh of the gums to the teeth before the ribbed palette which was characteristic to a mouth; a single strand of warm and slightly gooey liquid slowly falling and stretching down to the tip of his dark green muzzle. Outside sounds and light slowly echoed and faded, as he turned his snout down to watch as the supposed mouth he was residing within had closed. The noises of water resounding from the outside as he took a deep breath in his confusion and astonishment. He was being abducted by a creature which he only originally ever planned to just longingly gaze towards.

Being in such a position left Seuraka otherwise completely stunned. The cotton fabric along his lower body at this point had become outright soaked to the point that it would be more irritating to wear even with his protective scales, and yet he just stared blankly ahead in the darkness of the maw. It wouldn't be entirely out of fear that he couldn't bring himself to force any actions. There was a sense of shyness at the same time for a reason that he tried to understand. Trying to recall anything from his readings about such situations was drawing blanks in his mind, while trying to ignore and abate the movements that the dragon imparted upon his body simply through swimming motions. Without thinking the raptor squeezed his hands around the sides of the flesh he lay upon before his face began to feel flush.

The texture of the tongue was just like he had imagined. Shaking his head slightly to clear the unending waves of saliva over his nostrils, he kept hanging tight to the muscle. Feeling along the side and bottom edges of the tip while as if conducting some sort of experiment. There had been times during his fascinations of being accepted by a dragon in any fashion, and that included friendly licks. His heart began to pound as the realization that his dreams may be coming to life was bolstered as the tip which he held against arched upwards with a flick to obscure his head. There couldn't have been more perfect of a timing as it coincided along with the thoughts as Seuraka buried his face in against the flesh with a swiping motion, as if he were snugging into a giant pillow. Intense clenching with his arms diminished as his excitement increased. He couldn't believe what he was doing; actually hugging a tongue like this. Not only did he think himself slightly insane for the impulsive behavior, but he also felt inappropriate to treat a dragon in such a way.

As if to wipe any inhibitions away, however, the flesh slowly curled upwards along the raptor's flank to create a more tube like environment. Slight compressing sensations from random locations began to take on the sensation that a massage was more taking place. It came to a point that Seuraka felt as if he were hearing a voice in his mind to just let go of his worries. The resonating from such a command seemed uncharacteristic, but his conscious brain seemed unwilling to disagree. Slowly his nuzzles resumed against the arched muscle in front as the sounds of snapping strands of saliva took reign over those from the outside; slick noises of wet objects rubbing together in such a way, bringing about a more sensual feeling than anticipating. Making it worse would be the feeling of small bumps along the tongue grinding up against the finely toned physique on his body. Forward lurches of the dragon due to swimming causing Seuraka to slide back and forth by barely a few inches, but it was enough to interpret the taste buds on the tongue as a massaging agent. Gentle baps to his groin becoming the most notable sensation as the drenched fabric, clinging relentlessly to his body, felt thinner and nonexistent to the point that it became impossible to ignore.

Again a pounding resonance in Seuraka's mind instructed him to simply let go of all his worries. It seemed to him that his Id was taking control of his conscious mind, and yet with a much kinder tone than something of pure instinctual motives would allow. With thick pools of saliva collecting around heavier pressure points where the body rested, there soon became a greater dissonance of sensations across the lower half of the raptor's form. At this point, along with the calm edging of his presumed psyche and help of natural motions, he slinked and slid along the muscle to bring himself to the deeper realms of pleasure. Never before, could he recall, that the act of becoming aroused in itself to be as extraordinary as it was now. The drenched fabric seemed more a hallucination imposed on his mind to keep himself from achieving arousal; the shaft not only poking away from the sheath but as well through the top of the clothing he adorned. Even in this semi-flaccid state the ribs along his flesh proved their natural function of exasperating even small amounts of bliss to overblown proportions; bumps of the shaft conflicting with bumps of the tongue to fabricate an intense grinding altercation between the two fleshy regions.

Hugging as if the raptor's life depended on it, Seuraka simply couldn't bring himself to stop showing some sort of affection while rubbing his face against the tip of the tongue. A level of longing had finally been breached as the sensation of saliva etching between his scales and matting his feathers started to feel more as if this were the natural way of being. His tail raised ever so slightly to allow the tip to poke at the roof of the mouth; the soaked feathers along with copious saliva causing it to feel extremely heavy, especially as he twitched the tip in both utter contentedness and to relish in the amusing feel of the stringing liquid running down along it. Before he was able to express any extra levels of dedication to the miniature appendage within the mouth, however, the tip tore itself away with surprising speed. Right thereafter the speed at which his slitted pupils contracted from the rush of light caused him a sudden sense of pain, let alone the intensity of the sun in comparison to complete darkness. Reaching up to further shield his eyes with an arm his grip loosened; the tongue arched itself at the back with reason to shove the body outwards. Seuraka's sense of balance was thrown askew for the second time this day as he felt himself tumbling downwards, only to land on what felt to be grass growing from the sand with the brunt of his upper back. Grunting at the sudden fall, his eyes opened slowly. The sight that he registered, however, jolted them wide and open to full attention.

A large blue body stood looming over Seuraka's form. The dragon's emerald could almost be felt physically boring down against the smaller raptor's body; seemingly as if the gaze could pierce the soul. While it was more his fascination with the dragon which caused such thoughts, it made him squirm restlessly. The dragon seemed to dictate the pace of the meeting as he slowly began to move, encircling Seuraka while staring down at him. Emerald eyes never moved from place, as the raptor's yellow eyes likewise never moved and simply stared at what ever passed his vision. Greater appreciation was soon gained as Seuraka noticed just how large the dragon was. Nothing in the books he read prepared him to be put in such close proximity to a creature who seemed built like an armored landship; every movement from the forelegs caused the chest region to stutter with raw power as the bulging muscle beneath shifted. Every footfall caused a booming vibration that transferred well even through the loose sand. Unmoving from this position he could watch as the forepaws walked by to make way for the hindpaws.

In a single step Seuraka noticed the shape of the hindpaw. They were digitigrade, and yet, the massive size of such gave the illusion to being plantigrade thanks to the long toes, webbing between, and overall broad structure. The toes spread and sunk into the sand the grass grew out of, almost in slow motion, to allow the raptor to compare this to the diagrams he studied and often times longed for. It was a memory that came to him at just the wrong moment as his heart thumped in his chest, for the awe of simply being near a beast he so coveted was agitating the imagination. The next movement by the dragon came as a surprise as the foot raised and twisted.

It was as though Seuraka's muzzle was connected via an invisible string to the foot, for when it moved up into the air the raptor's line of sight stayed directly with it at one focal point. Sunlight once again became obscured for his eyes as the foot fashioned itself directly above his body. Gripping at the ground with his hands and curling his own toes, the smaller reptile shook slightly in place. He couldn't bring himself to move despite it looking entirely as though the foot would fall right atop his body. Seuraka simply lay there, almost perfectly flat and straightened out, as grains of sand plopped atop him. It didn't feel entirely like fear as he ogled upwards, for there was a seemingly greater sensation of awe more than anything. He was actually able to scrutinize the anatomy of the foot to what he had learned, looking over ever crevice and detail. While he noticed it seemed entirely flat he could make notice the ball of the foot being not too dissimilar to his own digitigrade feet which gave it an astoundingly alluring form. Thoughts were there to reach upwards and feel the texture of the scales, but he couldn't bring himself to move, still stunned at the sight alone.

Unprepared for what was to come, the raptor's body began to feel clammy and cold. Here he was wishing to sate his perception of touch and was unable to bring himself to do so, but now the paw slowly lowered itself. At the last moment his muscles seemed to regain their motor function, but the brain wasn't budging from the previous position on the issue of not wishing to move. There was a feeling, much more similar to a voice now, echoing in his brain to stay still with assurance that everything would be okay. He wasn't sure if this was some sort of primal instinct lost to the ages which now resurfaced after being in the presence of such a gorgeous creature. Even if he wished to move it would have been too late, for just a second of hesitation was enough to ensure that he would be caught underfoot.

Pressure was felt on Seuraka's waistline which was where the base of the toes would have fallen upon, perhaps giving light that the dragon was being purposeful in the movements that this region shouldn't have come to rest first. Soon after the webbed phalanges were felt spreading apart to encompass the legs and tail in all their form, yet it felt almost cushioned with the way the webbing spread and rest down on him. Soon thereafter the rest of the hindpaw slowly lowered over his body to restrict his breathing ever so slightly. Turning his head to the side so that his head wouldn't be crushed just from the muzzle being in the way, the air of the area changed considerably as if a new miniature ecosystem had just been formed. The back of the digitigrade foot kept itself raised just enough so that his head could actually resume its free movement, albeit the space was severely lacking. Turning his muzzle to face upwards resulted in rubbing it against the blue scales, the feeling of which forced a flushed warmth once again to the raptor's face.

To Seuraka it was strange in how the toes pressed down against his body in sequence from one side to the other, and back again. In a way it felt as if the dragon was simply feeling him, as though the soft scaled undersides of the paws were being utilized to visualize his form. On the flip side it felt akin to a massage across his body, for the paw slowly moved up and down in such a fashion that it coaxed away any of his fears. Brought to the forefront was his hidden desire to be caught in such a situation(comma) while rational distress melted away. Quick flicks of the tiny sand-crusted tail let known that the raptor was becoming totally passive in terms of worrying about his life, ergo focusing upon the full sensations available. Even when the bottom half of his body lay exposed to the air and the foot came up to rest more fully against his chest and face. Slowly swiveling back and forth caused the center crease of the paw, or at least what Seuraka could assume it to be in the darkness, as his head became partially lodged in it. Smooth scales ensured it to be an action that required little extra pressure from having to stomp down, which left any extra motions to feel more like teasing against the sides of his muzzle. Along his abdominal region would be the velvety soft webbing between two toes wrapping him into them thanks to a squeeze of the toes.

What the raptor was able to witness via touch alone would be the muscular movements and stretching tendons through the paw as it moved upwards in a walking motion. His brain was abuzz with intellectual joy as he was able to process the inner workings of a dragon's foot simply from reference of a book to him being at the brunt of the action. There was a clear level of care taken to ensure he wasn't smashed to a pulp, however, as there was a level gratefulness as the pressure was clearly mitigated away from the focus of his body. Carrying through only halfway of the step, however, Seuraka was able to feel his body being lifted up before simply sliding away and released from the strange grasp he was within just a couple seconds ago, as the pressure holding him had been lost.

Yellow eyes stared straight forward as he was positioned to kneel. Seuraka's knees situated atop the sand with his belly still pressing against the aqua tinted webbing as he had been prior to the foot's movement. His arms lay limp against his sides while the black shaft which had been touted above his clothing showed a similar slumped sight, indicative that his focus on sexual pleasures had dwindled given his situation. Now, however, with his thought patterns having shifted and now faced with the sights at hand. his deeper desires began to take hold once again. Upon natural action he finally unfastened his wrappings to lay them at the side and away from the foot. A quick lurch forward with outstretched arms marked the beginning of Seuraka inspecting the foot with a much deeper detail than before. His hands went busy feeling over each individual scale as if he were a cartographer creating a map. It was at this point that Seuraka was gaining a better understanding of scale to how large the dragon was in comparison to him; a single foot was twice the size of his own body. The clawed hands were less ill suited for feeling the surprisingly delicate feet than he originally expected, rubbing in every which direction with due diligence. Fingers cupped around the defining figures of the paw for both uses in studying and massaging. A strange obligation ticked in the back of Seuraka's mind as he began to sweep away the scales with his hands. There were large clumps of wet sand still over it which hadn't been transferred to his body, and for some reason he felt it was his duty to simply clean it away. The way the dragon was balancing to show off the foot to sate his longing mind.

In the position he was in it was impossible for him to stretch his arms up to clean the entirety of the foot, and yet he couldn't bring himself from this position. It was as though something more primal was taking over in his mind, and barely without the influence of the resonating voice from earlier. He simply thought it inappropriate to stand in front of the face of the paw, despite it being just that. A paw. Yet it was a paw which he began to get much more into detail for actually cleaning. With his heart beating at a more furious pace once again, as if wondering what he was doing was correct, he wrapped his arms around the sides of the foot and leaned forward to give a gentle nuzzle. Locations which he had swept away earlier seemed to be the prime candidate; reaching forward with his tongue the raptor gave the scales a clean stroke.

At first the raptor was cautious with what he considered to be outward and perhaps unacceptable actions. Both by listening to the commanding impulses heard within his mind and by the lack of negative reactions from the dragon, he continued. Not only that, but he ensured to stretch his tongue further along to encompass a broader region and with much greater fervor. There was a strange taste to be accompanied, but not one that was off-putting. Mixing with the oceanic scent from before, the flavor brought with it the salt of the ocean's waters with both a sweet and exotic aftertaste with that of a fishy undertone. That in itself would have been enough to rub his nose and tongue against the scales, but the feeling of scales against the muscle was more fulfilling than ever imagined. It wasn't so much that he wished to pleasure himself in this way, but he felt further obligated every passing moment.

Ever so gently he'd lean his head forward while nuzzling and rubbing his face across the foot in conjunction with the cleaning swipes of his tongue. Edging slowly closer gave his throbbing member a teasing touch against the smooth scales. It seemed to be perfectly fitted for the foot as it was the tongue earlier, for the rounded thick ribs were able to so barely cling in the tiny cracks between the scales just barely to bring a shiver of bliss to Seuraka. Such an influx of delight directly influenced his actions so that the ministrations became that much more intense. Something once again ticked inside of his mind, as though he were swayed otherwise. Looking upwards he instantly understood.

There was no doubt to the saurian that the dragon was communicating with him in an extrasensory method. Thoughts from the beast directly linked to Seuraka's brain. The domination of such will not being malevolent in the slightest, for there was a total lack of hostility. It was as if he knew how the dragon felt at the same time; the telepathic communication allowing for more freedom of conversation than physical methods. There were stories of such being able to occur, but now Seuraka was able to experience it first hand. While looking up and to the side he was able to notice how the blue tail raised at its base in a particular fashion. Again the will of the dragon spoke to him, but again it was without word. Seuraka simply knew that it was time for him to move, and without fear. With capable claws on his hands and talons upon his feet the little raptor clambered up the underside of the foot.

It was strange to him, in the back of his mind, how he was actually doing this. Nothing prepared him for the actions taking place today, nor in his wildest dreams did he ever expect to actually perform the duties that had already occurred. Yet here he was, now looking down from a foot that when stretched up with the toes against the ground would situate the raptor what he reckoned to be at least fifteen feet or so in the air. Twisting his head towards the relevant direction he'd gaze upon the fact that some extra anatomy of the dragon was right there, and the urging from the aquatic creature, to walk right atop it. The testicles of the dragon were being squeezed back due to the position of the legs, and it made for just another surface for Seuraka to climb to.

Reaching forth and exerting the pressure of his body weight, the raptor could feel the loose holding scales and skin beneath each wrinkle and stretch down along the massive ball which he held to. Questions raced through his brain about the implications of what he was actually doing, and why he was allowed to do such a thing. Every movement of his forced his hands or feet to sink slightly against the flesh beneath to give the surface a strange spongy buoyancy, for no matter how hard he would press there was the fact of the testicles hidden inside blocking too much force; Seuraka able to take in the shape of the hidden objects along with their staggering size. His every busy mind taking in every sight and feeling for memory in case something like this were to never happen again. Still the dragon continued to coax him along, as in truth, the shy nature that Seuraka possessed was the main limiting factor in his movements. It was stunning to the raptor that he, after just a few moments, was able to cling with his appendages outstretched, along the surface of a dragon's scrotum. Crawling forward towards a depression, he turned to be on line with the blue body and lay within the line which separated the two sides of the balls. The true purpose of the trek, however, lay right in front of his eyes.

Just below the raised tail would be a multiple pointed star just barely showing itself where the scales transitioned to flesh. Slowly reaching up would cause enough change in his balance atop of the unconventional grounds he had walked upon. Barely focusing now on how feet shifted the scales atop the sack around, he'd trace a clawed finger along the rim of the entrance despite how his legs wobbled and should otherwise disrupt specific movements as such. It was both a recurring nightmare and boon, for him, to think back to his studies at every time he familiarized himself with a new area of anatomy as the raptor's fantasies were halted by his higher thinking. New grounds in draconic research could be so easily breached as he pondered his next actions. They were all focused around the anal region, but his imagination got the better of him. It transitioned to charting the innards of this dragon's body. The intellectual brain was waging a war between his libido and better understanding of such a beast's anatomy. Hitting him like a train it became so obvious. The authors of those books were treated to the presence of dragons just as he is right now. There was no other explanation on how one could write, in detail, the very dimensions of a dragon's body without being so close and personal in the same fashion that he was.

In his stunned understanding of the situation his tail let loose a flurry of grand and long swipes back and forth to exclaim his pure happiness. Craning the long neck around with head turning, the dragon simply flicked his own fins along the jawline in answer. Neither could actually see the other's actions, but it was evident how well the dragon could feel such outward emotions from another being. With that the aquatic beast shifted in place, rearranging the delicate balance created with the legs and the testicles which were forced to be displayed much more heavily than they would naturally. In turn Seuraka's balance, already heavily compromised by an unstable foundation, lurched forward. His focus of weight changed towards the front of his body which had given his arm near the anal sphincter clearance within. Swinging as if on a hinge his other arm would come forth and, in that brief second of time, would find itself lodged within next to the twin appendage, as the raptor simply tried to catch his fall.

Even brief amounts of time and distraction could interrupted the saurian's sexual desires, but this time Seuraka's shaft would have blood rushed to it faster than ever before. For a short duration there seemed to be a lack of any rational thought given by Seuraka as he pushed forward with great gusto. Flesh grasped along the entire length of his arms with subtle pulls that caused him a great deal of excitement for reasons that he couldn't explain. It wasn't until a few moments later when, his back arched and his head pushed forward, that he snapped out of his fantasy.

It came to a point that the intellectual gain he wished to achieve was melting together with his dreams. Struggling with himself to best ascertain what exactly he was doing, there was the dragon's voice inside of his mind once again. He could hear what sounded to be concrete words, and yet they were being interpreted as though they were his own inside head voice when thinking to himself. There came with it an actual feeling, however, of which he was unable to explain. The consciousness of the dragon melded with his already confused mind, as if to bring order to a lost soul. Perhaps in this case, it was to allow the raptor some assurance that he'd be simply best to live out his deep desires. All the feelings felt to be akin to invisible strings tugging Seuraka along, and yet he was the one in control of them. Letting out a deep sigh, focusing on his speeding heart through the joy of the situation, he finally let himself sink into a state where he'd fully accept the bliss. At least for now.

Flesh molded around around Seuraka's head as he pushed himself inside the partially gaping hole. Tingling sensations erupted along his upper body as, without much resistance, he was able to clamber inside in combination with his feet pushing aimlessly against the scrotum beneath. It was surreal enough that he was with the presence of a dragon, but to go inside of a dragon in such a way truly took the cake. Warping flesh from all angles pushed against the scaled and partially feathered body. His powerful eyes were able to make use with what little light filtered in around his body to gaze at the vast expanse of dark and purple hued flesh. No matter where he looked the raptor was able to view glistening muscle that formed a distinct wave in its structure; sloping up and down the hills of flesh undulated to change shape momentarily and shift where exactly the troughs and peaks appeared. Barely halfway inserted he found himself lost within the sea of muscle as he tugged forward. Sharp as his claws may be, he would find the spongy nature of the slick region to be highly resilient towards any punctures, giving him a good tool to actually move about.

Not until the raptor's shaft would be felt by the sphincter would he realize one of the actions taking place upon his body. Every couple of seconds the outer ring of muscle constricted and held fast the small body. A natural rhythm was noticed as, after the soft hold, it would pull inwards to aid the inwards movement. Relaxing briefly thereafter this allowed the flesh to calmly inch itself outwards and along his body before the process repeated itself. Noting in his mind how efficient of a system this seemed to be, as he was able to relax and lay limp his legs to simply allow the dragon's body to exert its dominance over the smaller creature. In less than a minute his body sank into complete darkness as the muscle sealed behind him, a squirming tail marking the end of his outside existence for now.

Muscle squeezed from all directions to manipulate the raptor's form, and yet he was given enough space to freely change position. Across his body would be a thin layer of liquid which insulated heat from the dragon's body while obscuring senses such as hearing or smell. A symphony of shifting liquid churning with the movements filled the little pocket within the intestinal tract that he currently inhabited. So much action seemed to take place for his body that it made him feel more as a guest of honor more than anything else. There was nothing more he wished to do than return the sensations with his own rubs and massages. Liquid forced his scales to slide across what ever flesh he tried to grab hold of to make it an strenuous endeavor to even apply a pressure massage. His inability to administer force with his arms or legs was exasperated further from the fluctuation via flesh. There was but one location for him, in his mind, to prove himself and the pleasure he could render upon a dragon.

A specific part of the dragon's body would serve as an estimate to how far Seuraka had traveled. Not only this but the raptor smiled at the prospect of being able to exert even a fraction of the pleasure which he had undergone by the will of the blue creature. Spreading his body to create a larger room for himself, he searched at all times. Upon the feeling of something much more hard having graced the touch of his left foot, he clamped down upon it as if tripping a trap. Scratching against the lump harmlessly with his claws created what he assumed to be a positive feeling for the dragon, as the flesh around his body clenched almost immediately as a small quake filled the alien environment. It was something that the other feral reptiles of the world seemed to lack, an organ, used entirely for sexual reproduction which had been charted in the books which he read.

To ensure that he may not be carried off further inside, he hunched down with blinding speed to curl around and fasten himself with only his claws to the tough lump; it seeming to be the perfect size for him to accomplish such, as the circumference was just enough for him to perfectly wrap and hug against. Any lack of friction would not subdue the raptor as he began to apply a grasping massage to random locations. His entire world turned upside down as he felt the dragon on the outside moving about, likely to gain a more comfortable position. This thought alone, causing the dragon bliss, was moving Seuraka to redouble his efforts of pleasuring the sensitive organ. Even while he was grinding his shaft against the object it wouldn't have been for his own benefit, for the tough wrinkles on the otherwise smooth organ ensured that the flared ribs along the raptor's member would incite vicious levels of bliss. The tube of flesh around him pulsed and squeezed his body as if to further aid the efforts of the raptor, before he realized that it soon went beyond his control to fight against. A force unlike he had felt before pushed him away no matter how hard he'd cling.

Seuraka's body was sent tumbling and rolling to the will of the flesh around him as his location had been truly lost, or at least so he would think. Having assumed the body was taking him further inside he would soon find how a wall of flesh would slow his movements; the sphincter which he had been acquainted to not so long ago helping shape him once more. It became evident to him that, perhaps, it was simply more natural of a movement to expel something rather than take in, even if the ability to do so was there. Akin to a gentle kiss it once again smacked around his head to allow him breath into the outside world, or so he would have assumed it would. Instead he found a massive weight pressing down from above with a severe lack of light. With his eyes adjusting, he'd recognize green scales to be mushing his face from above. The way it wrinkled caused him to blush slightly, as the implications of where he was sent a rush of bliss down his spine.

Squirming fiercely as if unable to contain himself, it was like a duty sprung up in the raptor's mind. He had to get atop of the testicles which he was being deposited under. The dragon likely went to lay upon his back while the excursion inside the body took place, and the balls of the dragon lay resting and spread along a portion of the tail. A light smack from the suction of his feet against the clenching sphincter marked the end of the ride, as the tail of the raptor wouldn't prove to give much resistance. Crawling upside down, with the blue tail against his back and green scrotum above, he was fortunate enough that he could use the center crease of the anatomy to help his body along.

Deep red and yellow sunlight on the outside wouldn't have stung Seuraka's eyes as harshly as normal thanks to the nature of the evening which had come. The feeling of lactic acid, for the first time, began to wrack his arms and legs as his little body was becoming exhausted from an afternoon of worshiping a creature which he adored like no other. It was a slower climb as a result, to mount the rounded shape of the testicles, yet he was somehow accomplishing it despite the slippery liquid still coating his scales. Panting heavily he moved with his eyes clenched while the body struggled to maintain itself. Once he felt his arms and main of his body outstretched across along a plane more parallel to the ground his eyes would open while he huffed to himself. The sight before him was just a little more than reinvigorating.

Before Seuraka's eyes was the dragon leaning back against a clump of trees, all likely having cracked the moment he lay back against them. Attention was stolen due mostly in part by the dragon's arousal. Raising his head from the interest he couldn't help but stare with wide eyes that otherwise would have remained totally frozen in place, just so he could take in the awesome sight. The focal point of his eyes started from the base of the shaft, watching how the sheath almost seemed to have folded away to give the illusion that the member came from a cloaca. So enormous was the base that the dragon's legs had to part ways just to remain in what the raptor believed to be the most comfortable of position for himself. Thick veins ran upwards the lightly hued purple flesh, with a couple larger pulsing vessels trailing around and upwards like the stalk of a vine. He was able to notice how it seemingly wasn't able to support its own weight fully when on land, for it hung down and close to the belly of the scales; Seuraka noting at how it obscured much of the green belly from sight. The further he looked up, however, the further he was sliding down without realizing. It came to a point that his perch had been lost as he began sliding forwards thanks to his still wet body.

A quick gasp and a flail of the saurian's appendages was all he gave in protest as he realized the folly of his inattentiveness to his own well being. The center crease acted like a buffer to ensure that physics wouldn't work a different course for his slippery body as he went straight down and atop the nethers of the dragon. His eyes, having remained closed for impact opened to look around. Seuraka at least felt the scales of the dragon below him, but the sight was something of a lifetime's bounty. His muzzle tip just barely touched against the warm flesh of the shaft, allowing him to inhale what his mind noted as being a pure and clean scent. Strands of leftover liquid snapped as his arms lifted and grasped slowly and delicately along the shaft before him, more as a point to lift himself and to observe the feel it.

Smooth was the only way he could describe it to himself, and yet it felt to be as tougher than any alloy that he knew to exist. His fingers weren't able to even clasp around, for the circumference and angle dictated him being unable from the size. Pressing here and there with all his might he would, at times, see a depression made in the skin with a slight wrinkling taking place. His brain deduced that there was an off-chance that this dragon may still be growing. Sitting fully upright after a few moments he was able to glance behind, and forward again, to realize how the genitals seemed to dwarf him; feeling almost trapped between two mountains and him inside the valley. Inching closer with his buttocks he'd close the gap as much as possible between him and the gigantic pillar of flesh. Trying with all his might to wrap his arms around in a hug, he'd lean the side of his head against it. Idle backwards motions with his head allowed him to give slow and sensual licks only for his spine to shiver once again at the taste of flesh. His own shaft throbbing profusely as it was sandwiched between the raptor's body and the dragon's sexual flesh. The roaming hands gently grabbed and massaged at any inconsistency with the round shape, claws pricking harmlessly at the bulging vascular sections. He sat here resting for what felt like hours of simply adoring the shaft in all its glory. The mind of the raptor wandered, however, as he thought back to his studies.

There was no inside chart of the shaft itself in any of the books Seuraka could remember reading. While his arms slowly rose up along the sides he would try to squeeze again, putting a rhythm to the motions as if to test how well he might be able to climb. He knew the answer intrinsically, but something about the thought of actually climbing a shaft which dwarfed him in size made it seem alien enough to need testing. With his legs wobbling as he stood, as it was evident he was still quite exhausted from the day's exertions. A quick hop allowed him to swiftly lock his legs as best they could with his talons trying to find purchase. It was barely more than a few inches that he went up before slowly sliding down as his strength seemed sapped.

Determination set in. Seuraka tried once again, and to no avail. Panting heavily and closing his eyes, he would try once more to clamber up the shaft. Making it further than before his arms and legs seemed to lose the will as he was made to slide down just the same as before. Burning desire taking hold of his mind as he wished to at least try and peer inside of the urethra; to see something which evidently none before him had gotten the chance. A deep breath prelude his final leap upwards, but that was all which his body could take. His strength sapped, he unable to even cling. As he fell back down, there would be a softer landing waiting for his debilitated body.

Looking down, the exhausted being was able to see himself resting upon a forepaw of the dragon. There was no coincidence of it as Seuraka noticed it taking him upwards while he sat between the toes; the webbing between acting as a sort of cushioned hammock. The paw halted after taking him directly the face of the dragon. This was the closest he had been to the face without actually being inside of the mouth of course. Every breath through the nostrils was felt as a forceful gust across his body as the deep emerald eyes bore into his own once again. There was a feeling of relaxation spreading along Seuraka's limbs as he let out a quiet sigh in the process. He wasn't sure if it was some power the dragon had, or if it was simply his imagination allowing him to adore the dragon in such a way that it was comforting to him. Even as the digits of the paw wiggled and pushed his small body between them it wasn't any less amazing of an experience. If anything it made him better appreciate just how small he was to the dragon, yet had been taken care of so well for the day.

There was a strange wet sensation beginning to trail up the raptor's tail. He wouldn't have taken notice to it, truthfully, until the dragon had slide him off the paw and atop some flesh. Seuraka's heart began racing in excitement as he peered down. He was actually sitting on top of the shaft. What made it even grander of an experience, and stole most of the thoughts, was how he was able to witness his tail slipping inside. It was official now. Seuraka was understanding that the dragon, while may not reading thoughts, was at least able to feel one's emotions. Perhaps that's why he stayed still as often as he was. He was feeling Seuraka on a sensory scale above his own.

Scooting back a few inches allowed the small reptile to angle his feet down into the gaping urethra. The eureka moment of figuring out how the dragon knew just what he wanted had been cataloged into his memory, but the moment at hand was much more compelling to warrant attention elsewhere. Despite what would look like a fine point to the shaft for the dragon, to Seuraka there was quite some space to sit upon and even sprawl out atop the glans if he so wished it. It was a chilling experience to feel the wet interior of the urethra taking grasp around his ankles and soon his legs. Just below the tip the more rubbery feeling flesh seemed to cling as tight as possible around his scales and the feathers of his tail; beckoning him forth with promises of a snug and cushioned home.

Lurching forward with a push of his arms allowed Seuraka to effortlessly sink down to his waistline; a deep groan of bliss escaping his muzzle as the delicate entrance lipped over the genitals with care. His deepest desires were being realized at this moment. Above all the interactions between the dragon and himself throughout the day, this would have sent his mind into a haze of utter bliss at just the prospect of having fallen this deep already. A plaster of saliva against his chest and head awoke him momentarily from his daze. A gigantic purple muscle, the tongue, was giving a slow and gentle lick to his person. Able to feel his body sliding downwards with seemingly little resistance made him believe that the dragon wasn't doing this to add a sort of natural lubricant to his body, but as a sign of sincere compassion for himself. Another long stroke from the tongue forced his head to raise as the tip hooked upward to catch the chin. A teasing gaze was shown of the dragon's mouth for to wallow in while he sank ever deeper. The cavernous maw was where it all started. With a third pass of the tongue the raptor would quickly wrap his arms around it to give it one of the most powerful hugs of which the little body was able in his still tired state.

Unique warmth of the shaft rose ever upward as the warmth from the saliva slowly inched along the upper body of the reptile. There was nothing less than solid bliss wracking Seuraka's mind at this point, for he was being treated to something that had never been recorded in history. Something which he dreamt about so many nights, with a raging arousal to accompany it, and often times a wet mess along his toned chest to vouch for his desires. His fingers gently shifted and stroked along the much more smooth underside of the tongue, and his head gave slow rubs with the side of it to the region which he had when inside of the mouth. Every inch of his body that fell below the urethral slit brought out a separate and pleasured gasp from Seuraka. The hold upon the tongue was to be slowly lost as his arms were made to stretch upwards if they wished to continue the sign of affection. Creeping ever downwards his muzzle pointed up towards the sky, as the bottom of it pressed against the outside flesh for the last time. Eventually the tongue pulled away from the fingers still clenching to grab for it. He was able to see, for one second more, the face of the dragon before his arms were pulled together and obscured his view of the outside world, along with the wrapping internal flesh. In one more instance the hands vanished from within the tip. Everything from the outside was obscured to his senses, as the scents shifted to only the dragon's sex; the sounds and physical feelings all working in conjunction to mask the woes of the world.

Seuraka's body was stretched as far long as it possibly could from this point on. He was able to feel it as if some foreign object constantly pulled at only the tip of his tail and feet. This however allowed him to wallow in the full body massage taking place from literally every angle upon his body. The flesh clung to his body in such a way that he was able to feel every scale of his being pleasured at any given moment. It was difficult for him to even comprehend as the rubbery and slick tube was able to squeeze its way perfectly between every crease of muscle on his body. This made it difficult to focus on any one sensation gracing his body, even as his genitals naturally received the same attention. There was so much taking place around him with what would be one of the simplest actions the dragon's body could muster that it was almost absurd. The exhausted state which Seuraka was in only multiplied the issue, for every undulation of the shaft around him sent his nerve endings flaring into overdrive from the relaxation it brought.

Gasps were forced out of the raptor's mouth in quiet muffles as an intense pressure arose around his back and along his sides. This deep sensation seemed to push his body inwards against and away the urethra, forcing the front of his body to receive a deeper pleasure than even before. Powerful vibrations shook the walls which he squirmed further down within as it conveyed a pounding noise. While his brain processed just what it could be, his subconscious forced his body to squirm to return the pleasure as it had figured out first what exactly was taking place. The dragon was massaging his own shaft from the outside, but in such a specific way that the digits targeted where Seuraka was located. A deep rush was felt from his equilibrium as the force allowed him to sink further at a quicker pace, and yet the bliss resulting from any increase in speed seemed to increase by tenfold.

The raptor's brain was completely lost. All the speckles of color which one sees after closing their eyes for long enough had even vanished from the pseudo sights. Seuraka's body had proven to be quite resistant, but the time for holding back was finally done. Even in a state where he was so exhausted that it could put his life on the line, his body forced out an ejaculation the likes of which were nigh comparable to even his very first. The climax rocked his body harshly, and yet he was unable to interpret it any different from the actions taking place around him; the lack of understanding would excite his body even further. His shaft pulsed with such ferocity that the orgasm came through not in the normal spurts, but what felt to be a constant stream. With the shaft constantly grinding against the scales of his own body, up along his belly, and in combination with the fleshy walls, it was more than would be needed to extend that pleasure all the more. The way the urethra tugged at his balls, constantly bobbing them down and up, forced the orgasm into overdrive. Seuraka wasn't even sure if he was experiencing a second, or even a third at this point, as his pent up body released the bounty. Intense pressure from the walls around mimicked an actual orifice to a strange degree, especially when combined with the wet warmth, to once more push beyond the pleasure beyond anything which any mortal should likely ever have the ability to sense.

Only would the orgasm abate, at least slightly, when the resounding quakes from around Seuraka's body felt to be off in the distance. Heat around his body increased at a quickly escalating pace, while he felt his feet and tail were able to move freely, catching him by surprise. In what would be just a couple more seconds the raptor could feel himself slowly sliding down the side of much differently textured flesh; smooth to the touch, yet there felt to be a consistent number of cracks lining the walls. Along with it would be the intense heat of a new liquid, and the feeling of how thick it actually was. It wouldn't take long for the raptor to piece together that he had entered into one of the testicles of the dragon. The thick air felt nearly impossible to breath, yet it was enjoyable to do so just from the realization of what scents he was breathing in full purity. The actual air seemed somehow liveable upon, at which he wouldn't question.

Seed of the dragon churned and shifted as if a maelstrom had taken place. Gravity feeling as though it was spinning on an axis around Seuraka, as he was sent tumbling down into the deep pool. He was able to feel the body moving on the outside as the dragon had likely gotten to his feet to move once more. A deep sense of honor spread in the raptor's mind as he realized that, for all intents and purposes, he had become a passenger within Grahckheuhl's sex.

It then dawned on him that he knew the dragon's name. The voice of the dragon whispered in his brain through this time; speaking Seuraka's name at the same time. The two reptiles had become connected enough from the day's activities that it seemed Grahckheuhl was able to fully tap into the raptor's consciousness and explain himself in full, with his own voice. A deep rumbling voice it was, with the charisma behind it to lead a nation, yet the benevolence to win over hearts. It was the last thoughts flowing from Seuraka's mind, however, as he stewed in the seed all around. His body was spent, exhausted, and he needed sleep. Snuggling in against the flesh against his back, a wide smile spread across his face just before falling into slumber. The words of the dragon comforting him to the last moments awake.

"Rest now little Seuraka, for tomorrow, you shall have yet another busy day."