Tempering the Steel...
The heat seemed to have lodged itself deep inside Tango's body, and try as he might, he could not get it out. All day he had been hard at work at his father's forge, pounding, shaping and manipulating iron and steel into fine works of craftsmanship the likes of which few others in the entirety of North America could equal. Now that the green and crimson red scaled dragon was back home however, the pride of his accomplishments that day did little to comfort him as he lay flat upon his back, groaning and writhing gently, beating his wings through the seemingly stifling air as his bare scaled body begged for a little cool relief.
He was tired. Too tired to get up. Too tired to shower and bathe his scaled body in cool, crisp water. Too tired to do anything but try to sleep, a vain, foolish effort with the white hot fire that seemed to burn inside him.
There was relief to be found though, not at his own hands, not by his own means, but through the actions of his closest companion. That whom he could not be without. Erna, the grey Celtic dragon who served as his familiar. Even now she sat at the base of the bed, propped up upon one of its smooth, rounded wooden posts at the edge of the foot-board. Watching. Smiling. Not exactly amused by her companion's discomfort, but undeniably filled with mirth as a result of some of the faces he was pulling and sounds he was making as a result of his overheated self.
"You know..."
She spoke in a lilted, sing-song voice... playful and affectionate to the extreme.
"...I can help if you want. One of the many fringe benefits of being a magical being is that I can regulate my body temperature at will and without harm, so if you would like, a nice, cooling hands on massage could prove just the ticket to cure what ails you."
In one smooth, fluid motion the little dragon; no bigger than a small bird of prey, spread her wings and leapt from the bedpost. She sailed down onto the cool, ruffled sheets themselves, and without waiting for an answer from Tango laid a single, tiny clawed hand upon the hot scales of his flank.
He gasped, jerking violently in reflex away from the cold contact, but glared down at the much smaller dragon with impassioned desire rather than any show of discomfort or annoyance.
"Please... o-oh please..."
Most people who knew Tango would have been shocked to hear the dragon speaking with such desperation and excitement in his every word, for in public, outside of a few close personal friends... and of course, his familiar, he was a rather reserved individual. Alone as they were though, surrounded by the intimately familial surroundings of their home and lost in a haze of heat stricken anguish, he wouldn't, he couldn't hold back his need for relief. The cold of Erna's scaled skin was his salvation. His rescue from this vast desert in which he was slowly being consumed, grain by grain, degree by degree of sweltering heat.
The sleek, miniature dragoness crept up the male's torso, every footfall of her delicate form causing him to gasp and jerk. She lowered her own body down close to his, pressing her smooth belly against Tango as she wriggled higher up his chest; settling briefly over his heart and gazing up at the male's stunned, wide-eyed, gasping face. Licking her lips with a lithe forked tongue, Erna drew in a deep lungful of air and breathed it out across the male's clavicle and neck. He shuddered, tensing and trembling from head to toe, and cried out in a strangled gasp of delight as the cool air seemed to leech through his burning skin and cool his blood, carrying that blessed sensation further afield with every pounding beat of his heart.
A split-second later, she was gone. Not gone from his body entirely, but moving once more. Roaming across his shoulders, down his arms, clinging tight to him to ensure that the maximum amount of her cool flesh was pressed up against the ferocious heat of his own. Every sensitive point she could think of, she struck out at with gleeful knowledge of the reactions it would, and certainly did, provoke. The pits of his arms, the joints of his elbows, behind his knees, the crevice between his neck and the underside of his muzzle, and of course his hands and feet; writhing her own long but infinitely more delicate tail with practised ease between his individual digits, soothing the raging inferno that dwelt in all those sweaty spots that felt so uncomfortably clammy at times like this.
It must have been a few minutes later before Erna's icy breath washed over Tango's crotch, causing the dragon not merely to grunt and writhe in shocked relief, but to cry out violently as his whole upper body wrenched itself away from the bedding for a moment. He soon fell back to the sheets, panting harder than ever, but far from telling Erna to stop or to move on elsewhere, his groaning and whimpering of appreciation took on a more urgent, pleading quality.
Typically eager to torture her companion... though only a little, Erna paused briefly before continuing her frigid air-bathing of the larger dragon's bare loins; creeping gradually ever closer to the target of her latest round of ministrations until finally her own soft scaled form was actively providing the cooling influence, rather than simply her breathing.
For the first time since he had returned home from work, the male dragon's breath ceased to be deep and fatigued, instead growing rather ragged and shallow. His once drooping, sleepy eyelids widening no longer in mere surprise as Erna's tiny form wriggled and squirmed statically over his crotch. His clawed fingertips clutched at the bedding beneath him, and in uncontrollable delight he moaned the amazing, magical little female's name as her cool, comforting wriggling began to undeniably arouse him.
"E-Erna..."
She giggled, playful and giddy as ever regardless of how much more intimate this situation was becoming. Friendship. Companionship. Love. It was all one and the same at its core. Respect, trust, and admiration. She knew that Tango held all these things deep inside his heart where she was concerned, and though she would be loathe to admit it if Tango asked her directly... though doubtlessly by this point he should have known better, she held those same feelings for him in her own heart too.
Her lips curled into a warm smile, and she met the gaze of the trembling, overwhelmed and now lustful male staring down at her.
"All that heat boiling inside you... aren't you just ready to let it go?"
Tango grunted savagely, nodding in urgent agreement with his beaming familiar. Already his erection was beginning to stiffen and swell, emerging between his crotch and Erna's sleek, cool body; sandwiched, pinned flat between them.
"I could do it, you know. Make it just melt away from inside your mind without a moment's hesitation. You know how deep our connection runs. How strongly it binds us. Surely you must have realized that I could have just swept this fever of fatigue out of your flesh in an instant..."
Her eyes sparkled brightly as the male glared at her in disbelief, clearly having been way too out of it to come to the same conclusions that Erna had, but very much aware that this meant his familiar had been holding out on truly helping him from the very beginning... no doubt for her own deviously playful ends.
"Or..."
And sure enough, there it was.
"...we could do it the fun way. Don't just melt it away... but face the fire head on. Burn the fever out from your very core."
The male's eyes shone with pleading hope, and he muttered in a desperate rasp.
"H-how?"
Erna giggled yet again, and wriggled her body against Tango's own. Against his swollen erection, pinned down between his own loins and almost the entire length of the dragon's miniature body. This time however he wasn't alone in shuddering and grunting in pleasure. His familiar quivered too, murmuring softly under her breath as she rubbed the entirety of her body's length, crotch and all, against the male's vast, rampant arousal.
It was so big. And she was so small.
Her belly gurgled a little in hungry desire, and as Tango heard that sound and stared at her with momentary amusement, all thoughts of arousal and over-heating briefly forgotten, she blushed brightly beneath her silvery scales.
Their eyes met once more, and though both their blushes deepened, their smiles of amusement faded into a more intimately focused expression mirrored upon both dragons' faces.
For a split-second, Erna's body seemed to flicker and warp in the air around it, as though not entirely here; as though sharing this space with another realm, one far more abstract and magical than this. Then, a mere moment later as far as the linear passage of time was concerned, she was bigger. The size of a mid-size dog... no longer sitting atop Tango's crotch, but straddling it. Her face, now almost level with the male's own, beamed down at her companion, and she extended her forked tongue in another dog-like gesture, playfully lapping at the green and red scaled dragon's jade muzzle. Craning his neck up, he fondly kissed her in return, and without a word reached down with one trembling hand to grasp his own swollen manhood... ready to guide it where it needed to be right now, more than it or its owner needed almost anything else in this world.
Though still much larger than her as she currently stood, or rather knelt; bending her back legs to help meet Tango's member faster, Erna knew she was perfectly capable of taking her lover with ease at this size. It was no challenge at all, but that wasn't where the fun lay upon this particular occasion. Thus she simply allowed herself to relish the sensations for what they were. To groan and hiss happily, her eyes narrowing to giddy slits, as Tango used his grip upon his member to guide his erection and rub back and forth at the swollen nub of Erna's clit, just protruding from the forward apex her scaled nether regions as they pulsed and throbbed with ever mounting desire.
"Ohhh..."
The two dragons, man and woman, companion and familiar, moaned aloud in mutual pleasure as Tango's shaft slipped into Erna, his hips bucking uncontrollably even as she greedily lowered herself onto him. Her clawed forelimbs clutched at the male's sides, her head laying down flat upon his chest, and with greedy glee Erna wriggled and bounced her hips several times in quick succession, humping Tango and hissing joyously in pleasure as a result. He cried out too, but there was something else behind his simple excitement and enjoyment of the physical stimulation. A worrying intensity as with her hot depths clamping down around him and her body trembling against his, the female's body temperature began to rise uncontrollably... negating her cooling effects upon him.
Again, this time both in pleasure and with questioning curiosity, Tango moaned his lover's name.
"Erna!"
She said nothing.
Her body writhed upon the male's shaft, and his calling out her name only egged her on to ever more urgent attempts to buck and squirm her way to consuming every last millimetre that his rigid manhood had to offer. Sure enough, Erna soon felt the smooth scales of her crotch brushing against those of Tango's own. She tossed her head, wailing in pleasure, and before the male could say or do anything, her body began to ripple once more.
This was far from the first time she had done this to Tango. Far from the first time she had indulged her kink for size-play and stretching herself beyond the limits of what a conventional, mortal woman could possibly have hoped to achieve. But given his situation, how fogged his head was first by heat and now by pleasure on top of that same building, boiling inferno from deep within, the female's abilities and her penchant for using them in this precise and highly intimate manner might as well have been a closely guarded secret up to the very moment that she deployed her magic yet again.
Erna's body shrank. It halved in size, not in the blink of an eye as it had before, but visibly; albeit incredibly fast. Her body dwindled from the size of a collie to that of a springer spaniel, yet still she remained hilted around Tango. Her inner walls grasping tighter and tighter as they too shrank and rippled and clutched around him.
Tango cried out in sheer bliss and unbearable anguish as the living, fleshy heat wrapped around his aching member scorched him like molten lava, that same fire spreading out from his crotch and infecting once more all the areas which had already been saved by Erna's prior cooling touches. Despite his far greater size though, the male dragon barely heard his own desperate moans over the screeching wails of ecstasy escaping his familiar. She wiggled her hips around him, the expression on her face one of abject joy and passion and pure unfettered ecstasy, and but a moment later the room's hot, stifling air was torn open once more by another wild draconic scream from the female's lips.
For almost a minute, perhaps the longest of Tango's entire life, Erna kept wiggling and writhing upon him. She didn't try pulling off or attempting to hump as she had been before, perhaps due to the fact that it was a logical impossibility that all of him was still inside her at this point anyway. But what limited movement she did have access to externally was more than enough to keep her almost constantly awash with bliss, eagerly vocalising each fresh wave as it crashed over her. As for what was happening internally... the clutching and milking of her walls were carrying Tango rapidly towards joyous oblivion. All that remained to be seen was whether he burned alive before he could get there.
Then, without warning and just sixty or so seconds later, she shrank again.
Back to how she had been. Back to that lithe, miniature flying lizard capable of perching upon her companion's shoulder or lying her entire torso atop the length of his erect member. A length of erect flesh which now still, somehow, remained buried inside a body barely bigger than the erection itself.
Erna's eyes widened, as did those of her lover.
She had never gone this far before.
Sure, they had fooled around with her at this size and even smaller. She had even mated with the tip of his erection in this manner, pushing and wriggling her way onto it without changing size even once to make it easier to initially fit in. But never, never had she tested the innate magic of her body's ability to shift size to such an extreme as this.
With all his heart and soul, Tango fought not to react. Not to do anything that might hurt his beloved familiar.
Her hot depths squeezed viciously at his cock, and with a desperate cry, the male felt his cock violently throb inside the body far, far too small to possibly contain it. He cried out again, and again as his cock strained wildly, Erna's whole body jerking as only the tight grip upon his scales by her own clawed hand kept the female from being hoisted almost vertically by the twitching of Tango's member. The male dragon's eyes rolled back in their sockets, and he whined frantically as he realised that this was it. He was going to ignite. He was too hot to think. Too hot to breath. Too hot to do anything but.... but combust right there upon the bed!
Beating closed fists against the bedding, with his wings thrashing pointlessly against the sheets and the stifling air, Tango tossed his head and roared in overwhelmed agony and ecstasy all at once. On the verge of erupting like a volcano in what felt like more and far more dangerous ways than one.
His vice-gripped, burning cock throbbed one last time as Tango's vision blurred, and blazed with ethereal fire... and...
"Yes! Y-yes!!"
A violent surge of fluids, not magma-hot but icy cold, gushed violently from the tight seal formed between Tango and Erna as not a moment too soon, the tiny dragoness came. She shrieked wildly in glee as her ejaculate squirted potently out from where her body and that of her companion met, clinging desperately to Tango's scaled form as her minute frame wriggled and writhed in insanely giddy rapture. Each wave of sensation and violent surge of spasms from her innermost depths was accompanied by another arctic wave of cold orgasmic juices, and though her orgasmically charged body had no possible way of maintaining enough coherence to let her see how Tango was reacting to this little surprise treat of hers, this perfectly fitting show of gratitude for getting her off with such perfection, Erna was more than capable of feeling his reaction as it occurred within and all around her.
The frigid surge of Erna's juices was agony against his hot, throbbing cock. It was cruel and vicious and brutal.
And it was the single greatest sensation of relief and gratitude that Tango had ever felt, all assailing him in the space of a few short seconds.
Never in his life had Tango cum so hard and suddenly. It wasn't a matter of his balls tightening and him feeling the life-giving seed rushing out to meet his lover's deliciously wet, icy interior, so much as it was him realising that he was cumming only moments after the first frozen, spear-like icicle of orgasmic pleasure had torn him free from his volcano and thrust him into a raging blizzard.
He flailed and writhed in the snow-storm of his ecstasy for an eternity, clutching at the tiny, delicate and infinitely sturdy form of his familiar all the while; holding her tight against him, around him, caressing her soft scales as wave after wave of pleasure tore through them simultaneously. The shrieking arctic gale was their screams. The snow upon which they were rolling and writhing was their bed. And their straining, clutching, gushing nether regions, the very heart of this vast polar tempest.
Soon, too soon... only a handful of infinitely long moments later, it was over.
Tango found himself laying upon his bed, trembling and gasping as Erna clawed her way up his chest. She looked so tired and so satisfied she could barely keep herself awake, and he could feel her dripping a rather substantial trail of their combined fluids out of her rather over-stretched body every struggling step of the way.
Finally, she collapsed with her head resting upon his left shoulder, and by the time he tilted his head to kiss the side of her own tiny face with delicate adoration, she was snoring softly; still blushing beneath her silvery scales as her back feet and tail twitched in residual spasms of pleasure.
The male dragon closed his eyes too, inhaling deeply the thick scent of sex present within the room, and growling in satisfaction.
A few seconds later though, he opened his eyes again, frowning as he shivered. Only slightly, but unmistakably.
He groaned softly, unable to move without risking waking Erna... and unsurprisingly unwilling to do so after what she had just done; having more than earned a little break.
Thus, he lay there. Trying to get to sleep himself, but unable to do so due to his body constantly reminding him about one simple fact as he shivered and squirmed uncomfortably.
All of a sudden, lying there without any clothes or bedding, and with the windows wide open in the gathering dusk... he felt a little bit chilly.
By Jeeves