Stress Relief
#1 of Role Playing
RP with Dracasis, and my first adult RP EVER. Yeah, I don't do much adult RP, even though I willingly get led into the gutter with adult chats if someone else starts them.
Basic Premise: Massage parlors for females during their heats. Need I say more?
Comments and votes are welcome, but most of all, enjoy!
By the way, Dracasis is owned by Dracasis ( dracasis.sofurry.com ) , I claim no credit for their awesome character.
Ramah: The massage parlor's lights shine brightly, reflecting the different greens placed feng shui inside each room of the parlor's spacious interior. Each plant coupled with the sound of running water in a nearby mini waterfall gives life to what would have been an otherwise brown and white world where furnishings totaled only a short table for the worker and a more extravagant adjustable bed for the customer. Ramah knew this interior like the back of his hand, though he only entered this particular room once every couple of weeks as a part of their "summer heat" packages. He polished his scales for such an occasion to help females during their urges, and a spring in his step could be observed by passing coworkers while he carried his oil vials in his bag of tricks to his next customer waiting inside. Before he opened the sliding door, he gave a small knock to make sure his customer was ready for their treatment.
Dracasis: The black dragoness had arrived ten minutes early and been admitted into the room. On the hole it was rather relaxing though it didn't do much to improve her mood. Hiding it was easy enough on the whole but the mix of calm surroundings on the outside and feral desire within made an odd sort of sensation. The sound of a knock made her perk up, the big girl quickly shuffling to sit upright, tail curled around her hind limbs while her green eyes watched the misuse step inside with a casual gate. "Hi." It was the only word that would permit itself to leave her lips at the moment, her body feeling a little more tense now than it had before she'd come to the parlor.
Ramah: The lights catch a particular shine on the gold scales as the drake bows with the bag still in his mouth before entering. His tail dexterously closes the sliding door behind him before he takes the effort to set the bag on the small table near the bed. Once rid of the metal reinforced leather on his tongue, he sits and bows again to the dragoness. "Good afternoon, my lady Dracasis. I understand that you need a bit of relaxing in this summer heat." He raises his head to make eye contact with his customer, a genuine smile on his face. "It would be my pleasure to make sure that such stress does not leave with you out of this room." He turns to the table to remove a couple of vials, one a clear amber, another an opaque purple, and sets both in a carrier. "I do not believe I have seen your name on the list before today. Is this your first time at our establishment?"
Dracasis: Her onyx form stiffens just slightly as the other drake speaks, her form relaxing as the casual tone and words settle in. "You remember all the previous customers?" She inquires with a skeptical eye ridge, though its a truth either way. "Yes, first time. You come highly recommended it seems." Her long tail flexes and relaxes several times over the course of the conversation, not in agitation but in interest. She lets off a long sigh, body drooping as if a large weight was dragging her down. "I suppose I could certainly use a little relaxation..."
Ramah: The drake shutters in a chuckle as he raises his stature. His demeanor betrays a confidence that does not fit his slightly smaller size than his dark scaled customer. "In such a parlor, I take it to heart to remember those I serve. It makes it more satisfying for those to wish to return." He pats the bed, simultaneously giving a request and a demonstration of its comfort. "Since it is the first time, I shall remind you that you are indeed the one in charge. Should you ever feel uncomfortable, or if all your desires are sated, you need only to wish me, 'stop'." He bows once more. "Give me your words of safety, so that I may know when you are satisfied."
Dracasis: The low lying bed is easy to move to, the big dragoness unclothed by nature and makes the process of climbing up onto the platform easy enough. The puncture resistant fabric and comfy foamy filling lets her weight sink in with ease making the motion awkward at first but quite comfortable in the end. "Well thank you, I'll keep that in mind though with the way I'm feeling I hardly think it will be necessary." Her hind legs sprawl out behind her, parallel with her tail, forepaws kneading the pillow between them. The atmosphere and company is good for her and she even finds herself smiling a little as she lays here head down between her fores. "Do what you do best Mr. Misuse." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Ramah: "As you wish, my lady." The drake smiles as he uncorks the purple vial and gives it a test sniff for quality. A small dab from his right claw demonstrates its thick nature before he recorks the vial and grabs the amber vial in his teeth. He approaches his partner from the front, playfully smearing the liquid between her nostrils. Once he does so, he pulls the vial from his teeth, minus its cork, and pours some lightly into his paws, rubbing some in before giving attention to one onyx colored wing. His gentle caress works to ease the wing open as he travels down its length from its shoulder out to the tip. A slight sensation comes to what he touches as he does so, a near ticklish feeling with a fair amount of warmth.
Dracasis: The big girl makes a cute little motion when her nose is touched, the gel left clinging to her nose. Her eyes stare at the tip of her snout for a moment, cross eyed though its difficult to tell with her pupil-less eyes. The fluid warms quickly and, in a few moments, she doesn't even feel it though its effects are felt in a different way as she breathes in the scent. Her wing twitches at the touch but extends and relaxes easy enough as those wide paws sweep over her form, working the fluid into her limbs generously. She rumbles and relaxes even more-so to the tender touch of a rather attractive drake. She flushes a little at her own thought but hides it well enough, no harm in thinking such things right?
Ramah: The drake finishes one wing, sitting to refresh the oil on his paws to that he may care for the other wing in the same fashion. He takes his time, making sure every knot he feels is kneaded away with the same warm, tickling sensation with the oil. Once he finishes with the other wing, he leans in and places a gentle kiss at the shoulder, resting for the barest of moments to take in your scent. "So much stress in your beautiful form. It does not suit such a lady to be kept with such tension." Golden paws resume their efforts of oiling on your neck and back, where the tickling sensation pronounces every so often a twitch from a more strained area, whether it was from your condition or from your work.
Dracasis: Her eyes slip closed as the large drake slides his paws openly across her form, a sensation she's not felt in some time. She barely notices the soft kiss, her form nearly putty by now as those miracle paws get more to the meat of the 'issue'. The black dragoness doesn't even notice herself as she starts purring until she moves to respond and even then finds the sensation pleasant. "You have no idea..." She huffs with a soft groan as those paws work in to a particularly tight spot, the cute male having to put a little effort into rubbing the knot out. "Or maybe you do." She adds, correcting herself. The hot cooling sensation of the oil dose wonders making every part that's been tended to tingle pleasantly.
Ramah: "Mmm, memories of each hardship in life does not just retain itself in the mind. The body relives it unless it can be cared for..." The drake responds as his paws finish their roaming over your back and neck. He stands gently from his portion of the bed, moving to the front again to extend one paw out to his larger partner. "May I have your hand, my lady?"
Dracasis: She perks a little at that, lifting her head to view the drake. His intent seems innocent enough despite the rather formal feeling request. The black can't help but quirk a little grin, raising, and offering her left paw to him for whatever he had in mind. His paws are broad and strong, though kind and skilled as well, the dragoness unable to help but admire the male. It might just be her estrus speaking but it hardly hurts to fantasize a little here and there. She rumbles softly, spreading her paw pad out, gently flexing here and there as needed.
Ramah: He cares for the extended paw with the utmost care, his features betray a combination of focused artist and gentle caretaker as the warm tingle is massaged into the scales and everything underneath. Once he finishes he takes your other paw gently, giving a soft kiss to the right forepaw. "My lady, I confide in you a secret that no other knows of my work." The drake takes the amber vial and drops a small amount on the black scales, its feeling dreadfully cold to the touch before he moves to rub it in. The pleasurable warmth and tingle continues as if
Ramah: its cold was never there. "Nothing alone stays warm for long. Thus, it is our touch, and how I conduct myself that creates a spark of familiarity and comfort. Of which, no others outside of couples know."
Dracasis: She raises an eye ridge curiously, a coy little smirk curling at the corner of her snout. "Well your touch has been quite comfortable thus far." She admits with a soft rumble, flexing her clawtips some. "Though I am curious what all the secrecy is for." The black hen's tail swishes a little, her body obviously eager for more of this personal treatment. The scent you sampled earlier has gotten stronger like a fine perfume that tickles your instincts in a way even deeper than the oil on her scales dose.
Ramah: "It is a secret that brings many back to the parlor." He finishes the paw, rubbing off the excess into his paws to care for the snout and eye ridges, being careful not to smear any in the nostrils. Once he finishes, his paws retreat, a small spark of electricity is seen between a couple oily claws as they make contact with each other. "It is rare to have something so charged be so soothing. And so I protect the method for its own sake. Rare feelings should not be experienced often, lest they lose their luster." The gold scaled dragon stands and moves to your back again. "You may lay down again, my lady." He oils his paws again, readying himself for the haunches and tail.
Dracasis: Her eyes watch the spark curiously, then grins a little. "They say the best way to loose your enjoyment of something is to make it routine right?" She smirks, looking from the spark to the drake
Dracasis: "It doesn't hurt right?" she inquires, fairly certain if it did he would be suggesting it. She dose as she's asked, that beautiful black body sprawling out again, laying her head comfortably on her foresaw once more as the big drake moves and re-prepares, the big black a little giddy, perhaps a little more than she should be for something so innocent.
Ramah: The drake's paws travel down each of the onyx scaled haunches and hindpaws, the tingling warmth spreading down to the toes and claws in time. "My lady, if you wish to know if it hurts... You need only think of what you have felt so far. I would take no action towards discomfort lest you ask." He takes the tail, both gracious and strong for its form, and rubs oil from the tip towards the base, careful to make every sensation one to relax every sign of tension along the way.
Dracasis: "Ooooh!" She announces quite energetically, wiggling a little to get comfortable. The tail, twitchy and energetic thought the entire process goes relaxed and limp at the touch that caresses its end. She squirms a little, your eyes able to see the slight flexes in her toeclaws as you work, giving you hints of what feels good and what feels extra good. Her tail arches easily as you work downward, the big girl somewhat shy but having warmed up quite a bit to her companion in the last few minutes.
Ramah: The drake's paws finish the the tail, rubbing along the base as his own mind shifts gears. He left such a place untouched for last. His dark scaled lady arching herself, wishing for the relief of another kind of tension. "My lady, how tense you were before our meeting... And how little of such is left now." He states before leaning into your undertail, immersing himself in your intimate scent. "It would be a shame if I did not get all of it." His hot breath blows onto your undertail before he opens his maw to drag his tongue over your vent, the same tingle, only warmer covering the gray scales.
Dracasis: The lovely lady rumbles with a smile at that but its only when your tongue slides across her feminine flesh that she jumps a little, shocked -literally, but otherwise unharmed. She lifts her head and glances back, both flushed and a little excited... alright perhaps a bit more than 'a little'. She doesn't comment or complain, the wheels in her mind turning with an almost visible motion. He's cute, she diagnoses, her grin growing a little before hiding it behind a clever quip. "I didn't realize your facility specialized in 'happy endings'." She rumbles with a slight smirk. Her words don't hold a sting and, if anything, her shift in posture to lay on her flank, hinds sprawled one way and tail flopped to the other, is more encouraging than dismissive.
Ramah: "If the endings were anything but happy, I would not be tending such a beautiful lady." He replies in compliment as he watches the shift in posture. Once she settles, he returns to your vent. He covers your gender thrice more before slowly penetrating with his thick tongue, tasting your estrus. While he does so, he gently reaches back to his own ridged arousal, its purple flesh only now coming to visibility. As he gets deeper, the tingling sensation spreads as well, yet through all his attention he only barely touches himself as he works to bring his lady to her peak.
Dracasis: Its not hard to feel out her body's cravings, every touch sending a little thrill through her frame, the massage becoming far more intimate as her insides are carefully worked over by a tongue just as skilled as those paws. The simple push and pull against her heat-stricken muscles would be enough to make her desire rise but coupled with the electric addition... Her toes curl in delight, every inch of her frame on fire. If the inward clenches and squeezes of those soft pink pussy lips wasn't enough of a warning, the heightened breathing would be a good sign that she's quite close.
Ramah: The gold drake hears and feels every pleasurable twitch of his lady, knowing that he is doing his duty to the letter. Not once did she speak for him to stop, nay she encourages such attentions... And he loves. Every. Moment. The thought of giving control to another, yet moving their wants in line with his own moves him to give his best. He knows that his own desires are still wanting, the question now is whether she takes his request... He removes his tongue from her undertail, stepping further onto the bed to show his arousal. "If I may be so bold for a request. Shall we continue this more...naturally?" The same maw that gives pleasure now lightly nips at the base of her tail. "We can work towards a mutual happy ending if you just stand and raise your tail. As before, if in discomfort or sated pleasure you bid me to stop, I will." With how well he works thus far, he only hopes the lady doesn't ask for a condom.
Dracasis: The soft exhale that escapes her lips as your tongue escapes her folds is like a soothing harmony of delight. Her body relaxes visibly, her form tense and tight but not from old knots. She rumbles, her bright eyes looking over the gentle drake, taking in the full view of him with a more lustful eye. More natural indeed, she thinks with a slight smirk at the corner of her maw. She don't tell him to stop, in fact she seems to agree with the proposition, that lovely body slooowly stretching out again as she lifts herself on to her hinds, chest kept lowered and head casually resting on folded forepaws. "I hope you can reach the deep tension." She muses out loud, that lovely thick tail arching and falling over her backside, fully exposing herself to the handsome male.
Ramah: "My lady, I will continue until I have relieved you of all your tension." He replies, setting his hind legs behind his lady. What was left of his oil would not be needed for his entry: her estrus providing more than enough for both of their needs. The drake eases himself in, one careful inch at a time. With each passing moment when a ridge demands entry, the tingling feeling grows slightly more intense until scales of onyx and gold meet. He gives a moment to adjust to her size and her tightness, all the while wrapping his forepaws around her haunches. "Mmm, you certainly have more tension than I had expected..." He nuzzles himself between her wings' shoulders, opening his own to mantle his current lover.
Dracasis: She lets off a long sweet groan as you penetrate her lovely body, the delicate pink flesh of her sex parting around you as you wedge up inside. "Nhhooo you have no idea..." She exhales the words, feeling your bare flesh reach deep into her receptive sex, tickling parts of her body untouched by a male in far too long. Her taunt muscles make your initial intrusion delightful in all forms, your drakehood soaked in a hen's heated juices, clinging messily to every ridge and bump along that healthy flesh. Just like all of your actions, this one causes her to become very tense for a moment, but relax inerexably, the scent, sound and sensation of a needy female hard to ignore for such a prime breeding male.
Ramah: "Then I best be getting to work then, my lady." He slowly removes himself until only the tip keeps in her heated grounds, slamming forward suddenly after a heart's beat of rest. He does this several times before setting his rhythm to the music of two creatures bent on one singular purpose. His breathing keeps even throughout, feeling his dark lady underneath him grab his gender in ways he has rarely felt himself. He has ground to recover from the removal of his tongue, and he was determined to make her fertile fields ready for his offspring more than another like other sessions.
Dracasis: The big girl trill sharply at the sudden motion, driving that healthy flesh deep under her lifted tail, but despite the sound, doesn't request a stop or even a slowing of the actions. Her body clenches hotly, quickly being sawed into rigorously by the feral drake on her backside, every inch of her form aglow with delight. There might be a few new knots in her frame after this considering how tense she is but it's totally worth the sensual satisfaction of having her insides so thoroughly massaged. Her body stretches and squishes deliciously under the careful ministrations of her misuse, the soft sloppy wet sounds of their mating just loud enough to bounce off the walls without intruding on the ears of any passersby. She huffs, thankful for the strength of the fabric beneath her claws as she grips the table to keep from being rutted off of it.
Ramah: His rhythm keeps going as he feels her haunches. Any time something feels even the slightest dull in his motion, he provides a new stimulus. Some thrusts were shallow, allowing the barest of warmth to kiss her flesh, while cooling his own. Others times he grinds into her vent, the sensation of his electrical stimulus doing some of the work for both. His stamina, though, is not endless. After some time working her fields for seed, the gold drake gets his own bit of tension building: One that has the possibility of new life for the dark dragoness under him. "My lady, I am close..." He huffs in assurance. He enjoys his golden strokes one by one...
Dracasis: Whether she's being taken advantage of or simply being taken care of, the announcement of your budding lust doesn't deter her. She's closer than you are, her breathing coming in quick draws, held in and exhaled, increasing the pressure on her hinds and making the tension your driving through all the more intense. She doesn't say anything, that would spoil the moment. Instead she simply latches that thick tail around your midsection and hugs you to her. She's wanted... needed this for so long and, even if its from a stranger she hardly knows, she'll take the brood just to experience the satisfaction of being bred.
Ramah: As her tail holds the drake closer, so does his forepaws wrap tighter around her haunches. Each clench of her own needy body brings him to his own edge. He takes a sharp breath before clenching his fangs down on the closest limb he could reach. His twitches turned to full shudders as he seeds his first hen in so long, each pulse feeling warmer, thicker than the last, until it starts running out from between their seal and down her thighs. He huffs out his held breath, carefully releasing himself from her onyx scales and licking the bite mark. Heavy rutter to perfect gentlemen...
Dracasis: There is little more satisfying to a needy hen than the sensation of something hot, thick and virile washing along a layer of unprotected pink skin. Its an electric release- based on his skills it might even be electric induced but it feels glorious all the same, her body shuddering in powerful and pleasurable contractions. For a few moments his entire job is undone, her body a tense bundle of spasming muscle as she exhales sharply, the ticklish sensation of hot liquid lust dribbling down her thighs only bringing the needy mother-to-be to a greater high. Her tail makes a death grip on the cumming drake, the two rocking against one another, milking the orgasm for all it has and her body a perfect receptacle for their feral lust. All at once her energy seems to deplete itself, causing the sated, panting hen to slump and huff like a marathon flier.
Ramah: Several minutes pass with the drake draping over the dragoness' back, mantling his wings over his prize. Over that time, the only thing softening is his demeanor as he makes sure no tension remains in the tired couple. "So, my lady... Are you satisfied? If not, I can continue in five." He huffed as he stayed flush against her undertail. He smiles while giving a test thrust into her depths again, a delightful, wet sound of their results so far.
Dracasis: The big dragoness has a wide smile on her otherwise serene snout. "Five minutes sounds delightful." She coos, squeezing with her tail end as she slowly lowers herself to the bed, dragging the deeply impaling male down with her to cuddle with comfortably.
Ramah: "I am happy to be of service, my lady, Dracasis..." He is pulled into the new position, neither wanting to leave or end such a rare moment. With him so close to the edge of the table, he barely reaches his purple vial again, tapping a tiny amount again onto one claw. This time, he dabs both her snout as well as his own. "Afterall, you haven't mentioned anything about stopping yet, and I feel that we have a lot of tension to relieve in both of us."