A cup of sugar
A story for a sexy Dragon on FA
A cup of Sugar
Wulfette blushed brightly as she stood outside her neighbor's apartment a measuring cup in her hand. She was making a cake when she had run out of sugar and she needed it for the icing. She thought about just walking to the store but it was dark outside and though she would usually walk right out into the night for what she needed, the recent scary movie she watched had her eyeing the shadows apprehensively.
She sighed and raised her head ready to knock on her neighbors door but dropped it and fretted. It was close to ten, and she had never met her neighbor, granted she only moved into the apartment down the hall only a few days ago. She didn't know if he, or she, were asleep, we homicidal killers, or even if they had sugar.
"Come on girl man up." She berated herself and knocked on the door. Standing there five seconds before starting her trek back to her apartment.
The door opened behind her and a dragon in a loose fitting tank top and boxer shorts stood at the door. "Can I help you?" He asked eyeing Wulfette curiously.
She blushed and smoothed her cheek fur. "Oh, uh, yes, I was wondering," She straightened her back and smiled at him. "My name is Wulfette, I moved into apartment 6E just down the hall, and I was wondering if you could spare a cup of sugar."
The dragon smiled. "Yeah sure, come on it. I'm Varenvel Darakus, pleasure to meet you Wulfette."
She followed the dragon inside his neat and clean apartment. She gaped at some of the photos on his walls. The dragon wasn't shy about what he was or did for a living. Quite a few of them were of him in bondage gear looking helpless and sexy. None of the pictures held nudity which she was thankful for but she was already wet with the peaks and hits of chest.
Varenvel cleared his throat causing to jump and blush looking at him. "Very tasteful." She said glancing down.
"It's fun if you ever try it." He smiled. "So what did you need the sugar for."
"Oh I'm baking a cock for tomorrow." She said.
"A cock?"
"Cake!" She said biting her lip. "Sorry, it's a cake that I'm baking." She said.
He chuckled. "And what is the cake for?" He asked holding a cup of sugar out to her.
"Oh, um... a get together I'm having." She said accepting the sugar. He grinned at her making her flush. "Thank you." She said walking towards the door.
He followed after. "That's what neighbors are for. I guess I'll see you after while." He smiled holding the door for her.
She nodded and walked back to her apartment, her heart beating fast. She touched her chest nearly spilling the sugar in its cup. She felt like a teenager again, getting wet at the mere sight of the centerfold sires in those teen magazines, but damn it had been a while since she broke up with her last boyfriend, one year seven months and fifteen days to be exact and damn seeing the sexy dragon in all that bondage gear had her revved for a ride.
She shook her head and rubbed her breast a sigh emanating from between her lips. She walked to the kitchen to finish her cake.
The next day found her in the communal park setting up decorations and setting out food. She loved to throw parties, especially since this was the day she finally finished unpacking.
She wagged her tail as she finished checking the gel fuel cans beneath the aluminum trays holding the meal she cooked the night before. The cake, a large sheet cake, sat protected in a glass case.
She checked her watch seeing it was a quarter till party time and sat down at one of the park benches. She was unsure if anyone would actually come, though she did put invitations in every ones mailboxes and on their doors.
An hour later she sat defeated at the park. No one had come. She sighed heavily and started to clean up.
"Am I late?" A voice asked behind her.
She turned to see the dragon from last night standing behind in.
"I was just starting to clean up." She said. "I guess not everyone enjoys a welcoming party." She shrugs.
He chuckled. "Throwing yourself a welcoming party? Wow that's new."
She shrugged again and handed him a set of plasticware and a plate. "Kinda dumb huh?" She sighed. "Well the homeless will eat well that's for sure."
She served herself a plate and sat down. He joined her a little later plate loaded to overflowing. "Been a while since I had a home cooked meal." He said as he began eating.
She chuckled softly and starting to eat as well. "Dig in there's plenty, and please don't hesitate to take some home."
He laughed and watched her as she ate.
"So, where's your sire at? Didn't bother to help you out?" Varenvel asked midway through his plate.
She shook her head and finished the last of her roll. "No, we broke up sometime ago." She said.
"I see." He murmured smirking. "How about I help you clean up and we go to my place, watch a couple movies and devour that cake you made." He grinned.
"Sure. Beats the hell out of hauling all this back home by myself." She said.
After the brief cleanup, and a quick shower Wulfette knocked on Varenvel's door. She hand the cake balanced in one hand as she waited for him.
It wasn't long before the door opened. Vare stood in a shorts but no shirt. He smiled at her as she held the door wider. "Come on in sweetie." He smiled.
"I brought over half the cake" She smiled setting it on the kitchen island.
He grinned. "I'll grab the plates and forks then."
When each held a plate and a large slice of cake they sat on his couch. Vare popped in a movie and hit play, soon they were watching an adventurous thriller with some top named actors.
Wulfette started the night uncomfortable but soon found herself leaning against him, legs drawn up onto the couch and hand gripping his forearm. She squeaked and hid her face in his shoulder as the movie monster bore down on one of the characters. He rubbed her shoulder soothing her as the scene progressed soon ending with a blood curdling scream which made Wulfette jump in her seat.
"Easy now." He laughed softly.
Wulfette looked up. "Sorry I don't do well on thrillers." She said.
He smiled. "I can tell." He lightly brushed back her cheek fur and gazed into her eyes.
Wulfette gazed back, a soft blush coloring her ears. He leaned in towards her and just before their lips met a scream echoed from the television drawing their attention. Wulfette covered her face as blood sprayed from the monsters latest victim. Varenvel turned off the movie. "I'll put in something else." He laughed.
She got up off the couch and stretched. "That's alright. It's late I really should head back to my apartment."
Varenvel stood up a hand wrapping around her waist as he nuzzled her neck. "Is that really what you want?" He asked softly his breath whispering through her fur making her shiver.
She tried to pull away only to have his arm tighten a bit around her waist. He nipped her shoulder and she gasped closed her eyes. His hand reached up and caressed her breast giving it a squeeze drawing a moan from her.
She felt her sex wetten, felt her nipples harden, and she pressed into the touch of the dragon that was pulling her into his lap on the couch. His claws raked through her fur tickling onher skin making her squirm and giggle. She barely heard the snap of her pants come undone, or the zipper slide down.
Varenvel licked her, a deep growl rumbling from his chest as he continued to paw and tease the female in his arms. He easily slipped his hand into her pants and underwear touching over her mound and sliding between her wet lips to stroke along her clit.
He chuckled in satisfaction as she lifted her hips and mewled in pleasure her body rocking against his touches. He pulled up her shirt stripping it from her and letting it drop onto his coffee table. He smiled at her deep blue lace bra that held up her large breasts. He licked her neck as he pushed her straps off her shoulders and pushed her bra down letting her fur covered orbs fall out. He paw grabbed and rubbed it tugging on her hard nipples.
Wulfette could only gasp and moan in pleasure at his ministrations. His fingers strummed her clit masterfully driving her made as her climax built things low in her body tightened. She grabbed at his hand and panted so close to release it was almost painful. Just as she was about to cum his hand moved away from her.
She whimpered, a bundle of need and desire. He scooted from under her and began stripping his clothes. She watched him bare his body, his scales glistening in the light of the lamp. As he peeled away his shorts his thick ribbed cock sprang free. The purple color darkening near the tapered tip.
He kneeled between her legs on the couch spreading her legs wider as he aimed his cock as her weeping slit. He pressed his hips to hers as he sank in to her wet pussy moaning at the tightness and resistance he felt. As he slid in to the hilt he leaned over her and pressed his muzzle to hers kissing her long and deep.
Wulfette had never felt so full during sex. She ground her hips enjoying the sensation of him so deep inside her body. She wrapped her legs around his upper abdomen, her legs locking above the base of his thick tail. She nearly cried out in pleasure as he began thrusting in and out of her body. She could feel the ridges rubbing her inner walls, stroking her hidden pleasure points heightening her already peaked pleasure.
He began working his hips fast as she arched and moaned shifting her hips with his and whimpering in need.
"You're so tight and wet." He purred in her ears as he thrust harder and faster. She gasped and writhed under him. She dug claws into the couch and cried out panting begging for release as he worked his shaft in and out of her. His paws grabbed her jiggling bouncing breasts and held them together squeezing her nipples almost to the point of pain before he rubbed them.
"So...so close." She panted. Her pussy contracted madly around his cock squeezing at his cock, trying to hold and milk it.
He growled softly. "Me too." He released her breast and leaned up. Wulfette looked down watching his purple shaft sliding between, her pussy lips. Glistening with her wetness. His hand blocked her view as he covered her mound and began strumming her clit with his thum.
The little bit of ministration was all she needed before she screamed out her pleasure and came around his cock. She could feel her vaginal muscles clamping down on his shaft trying to milk him.
As she came he pounded away at her pussy, his growls deepened until at last he pulled out and stroked his cock releasing his seed on her stomach and pussy. He panted and growled softly over her as he spurt thick white cords of cum onto her. At last he leaned over her resting an hand on the back of the couch and the other on the arm above her head.
They panted and stared at each other breathing hard in the after math of sex. Varenvel moved first leaning down and kissing her long deep.
She moaned and wrapped her arms around him pulling him down on top of her.
They shared a shower sometime later and then his bed after that.
In the morning Wulfette cooked breakfast for the both of them and Varenvel moved up behind her planting a kiss on her shoulder. "Perhaps next time..." He rubbed her chest. "You could put a collar on me and ride me as hard as I rode you." He grinned moving away smacking her ass.
"Maybe." Wulfette grinned.
The end.