In Soaked Arms
Hello, all! This hard-at-work dragon is busy with so many different writing projects, but damned if I'm not going to take a break sometimes and just write something that I feel like putting out. I was rather proud of Upon Soaked Earth despite how few people seemed interested in it, so I figured I'd take another crack at it. Perspective like this is hard for me, so it made for a fun thing to write. I hammered this out in about two and a half hours while sitting in bed, so forgive me if it's a bit rough around the edges. I kinda like this rough, though... it suits the whole fuzzy memory thing.
Hopefully you'll enjoy the story as much as I did writing it, and you'll make a nice good gooey mess of yourself in doing so. Have fun, furballs, and hope you like it!
- Lathered, rinsed and repeated Faora
In Soaked Arms
Perhaps it's not simply the rain that does it. Perhaps it's water as a whole. There's a sort of power behind it, an energy that seems to be able to shape my mood as a whole, whenever it's around. Perhaps the effect it has on me transcends its forms, and water in general has that inexplicable effect on me. The one that, try as I might, I still can't explain.
The air's thick with steam... and with musk. A deep breath just sends a shiver down my spine; my memory might be bad, but not so bad that the actions of but a few moments ago are not still fresh in my mind. The steam is rising from the tub we're in, that much is for certain. ... crap. Maybe we were a little too vigorous. Water's spilled all over the floor. Maybe the staff won't mind. Maybe they're used to it. I imagine that they would have to be.
It was my wolf's idea to get away, to do something special. He's there, right in front of me. Has he noticed the spill? Or is he too wrapped up in the feeling of my body wrapped around his malehood? I probably would be, in his place. That knot, that thick, thick knot...
We hadn't planned on it. Really. I swear. We knew it was going to happen eventually; a little weekend getaway to a themed hotel with some fancy rooms? Yeah... any couple would get up to a little mischief. Wasn't our fault that the little two-person tub off in a little corner of the cavern-style room had looked so appealing to us. Perhaps water has the same effect on the wolf that it does to me. He certainly didn't complain.
I didn't really give him the chance though, did I? I remember we came into the room, and that we dumped the little bags we brought along on the ground. I remember we explored the little caveman-inspired theme room that we'd gotten all to ourselves. I remember giggling at the furs scattered around the room, and the admittedly rather tacky bedspread. But then he found the tub, didn't he? And I couldn't resist.
I stripped down to nothing. After all, I knew he wasn't going to complain about seeing me naked, and I'd never been in a tub that looked so nice as that one. For that matter, have I ever been in any hotel as nice as this? I certainly doubt I'd ever had as much fun in one that I just had. He's smiling at me, and grinding against my backside. Maybe we'll have to do this more often.
Maybe it was the way I bent over to hit the taps. Maybe it was the fact that the bare rump of that wolf's little dragon was enough to get him going. It usually was, after all. Hmm. Maybe it was the way I lifted my tail and waggled my backside at him. Maybe I shouldn't tease him so much... nah. It's too fun... both when he gets me and when he doesn't. And he got me good...
You say ‘dragon' and ‘wolf' and you have a certain preconception of size. I like that he's bigger than me... and I certainly loved the way he just grabbed my hips while the tub filled. He knows me well... he knows just how to rile me up. He knows my wants and my needs, and he knows what fans the fires of lust in me. He knows just what buttons to press... and damned if he didn't just hit all the right ones.
I felt his sheath grinding against my rump in the same moment that I felt his hot breath washing over the back of my neck. His belly pressed against the small of my back as I leaned into him... I think I gasped. I think I twitched. I definitely moaned. It wasn't just the hold he had on me... or, for that matter, the hold he has on my heart. In that moment, it was definitely the feel of that tapered canine cocktip rubbing against my backside. If that's not worth a moan, I dunno what is.
It took him a moment to slip his full length out of his sheath, but my wolf certainly wasn't going to just stand there and wait. He humped against me slowly, and I remember shivering at the feel of his malehood pressed between my cheeks. I squeezed back against it, and I remember that I squeezed harder when I felt one of his paws slip around to my front. His fingertips feathered against my slit, and it took only a few seconds before my own malehood started to slide out and into the air. I shivered; the steam rising from the hot bath filling beneath me washed over the sensitive flesh, and I know I moaned again. The sound echoed around the little alcove the bath was set into.
And then he just... stopped. I was so confused when he pulled away from me, and I tried to turn around. He didn't let me, though. I felt his paw, gentle but firm, as it pressed against the back of my head. My gaze fell to the water below, rippling in the tub as it was filled. He told me not to turn around; he told me to close my eyes. When I asked him, he said it was a surprise.
Normally I hate surprises; I hate not knowing things. But he only ever gives me nice surprises or great ones, so I suppose I was happy to oblige. Besides, by that point I was hard, naked, and shivering. I was bent over the bath, and somewhere along the way my legs had spread themselves for my wolf. I swear on all the gods there ever were, my thoughts had been turned towards an innocent cuddle in the bath with the male I loved... and I'll swear equally strongly that by the point he left me, I just wanted him to bury his cock in me and rut me nice and hard. Moods change... maybe it was the hot water beneath me. Maybe it was the steam that rose. Maybe it was how, even behind closed eyelids, I found the lights suddenly go out all around me.
For a long moment I wondered what had happened. I was confused, and honestly a little frightened. I'm not afraid of the dark, mind you. It goes back to that whole not-knowing thing. It means something's hidden from me, and I don't like that. Still, my wolf wouldn't hurt me. I trusted him... and sure enough, he returned perhaps a minute later. I felt his malehood slip back between my cheeks as he ground against my rump, and I shivered as his arms gently wrapped around my waist. He told me to open my eyes. My heart skipped a beat with what I saw.
It was dark, yeah. The lights were out, and the room was closed off; it'd be stupid to expect it to be all brightly lit. But the darkness wasn't complete; it was pushed back gently by firelight. Several of them were scattered across a little ledge hanging above the tub, some were on a nearby table. Across the room, the fireplace by the tackily-covered bed had been lit, and its soft glow filled most of the room. And in the mirror before me I could see my wolf's reflection behind my own. He smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back and melt into him. Fire and water. He and I. Elemental passion.
The tub was filled, and I bent forward to turn off the taps. The wolf took the chance to grind against me just a little more firmly, the cheeky bastard. I curled my tail around his waist and pulled him closer to me as I leaned my head back and kissed at his cheek. I remember being surprised for a moment when I felt him turn from my kiss, before I felt his lips against mine. At that point surprise gave way to want and need born of love, and I leaned into his kiss eagerly.
Gone again was the rutting urge; gone was the need to be taken like his little bitch. All things had their time, and when I saw the firelit room around me and felt him hold and kiss me, that need was immediately replaced. It hadn't been a time to just fuck. I can see it in his eyes, right now, as we reclined together in the warm water of the tub. It had been a time for lovemaking. Of course... does the ferocity of the act itself make any sex less intimate, less emotional? Not for us, certainly... meh. We weren't going at it like rabbits, certainly. It was gentle, and it was passionate. It wasn't fiery and lustful.
He circled me slowly... did I whimper when I lost the warmth of his malehood against my backside? Probably... it certainly felt a little cooler when he moved away. He took one of my hands in his paw and tugged me forward, as he slipped up and into the bath. He was naked as I was, and his dark fur seemed to fan out in the water as he submerged his lower half. My eyes had been drawn to his shaft... and how could they not have been? Even fully erect it didn't breach the waterline of the deep tub, and had I less of an eye for it, I might have missed the black length beneath the water.
He leaned back and spread his legs a little. I remember how he'd gently tugged me closer, a silent yet insistent invitation to join him. How could I refuse him? In my eagerness I almost slipped and fell headfirst into the tub, so badly did I need him. Perhaps that wouldn't have been so bad; I can hold my breath for a fair while, after all... hmm. Maybe I'll have to try that later. He's certainly still hard as a rock now. If that knot of his ever goes down...
Ah, but we worked up to it gently, didn't we? Yeah... he caught me and pulled me close. I steadied myself against the wall behind him and looked up into his eyes. Shut up. I'm a romantic, and I melt when that cheesy Hollywood romance enters my life for a moment. And melt I did... a little whimper, a blush, and a quieted but perfectly audible moan when his lips met mine once again.
That's where my memory gets fuzzy... some things in my life just are too perfect for me to remember. Maybe if I could remember them everything else would seem to be comparatively bad. I know we stayed like that for some time, I know the kiss had lasted a while... and I know that it was probably then that we started to spill water from the tub. It was filled too high... and the next thing I remember, I was in his lap.
He hadn't slipped inside me, not by that point. His tip rubbed against the base of my tail when our kiss finally broke, and I remember shivering when his submerged fur rubbed against my own malehood. Such a unique sensation... I remember his eyes on mine, and I remember how I shivered at the intensity behind his gaze. One of his paws slipped down slowly to my lower back, and it drifted down until he touched just below the base of my tail. One fingertip traced down along the cleft of my backside and pressed his shaft tighter against me. It was an unspoken question; "May I?" Silly wolf... he never even needed to ask, either with words or without.
I leaned up over him and smiled wider into his eyes. The tip of his shaft slipped up and between my cheeks as I moved, and I felt him press it up more firmly against my body. He was eager, and by all that's good and holy I was probably twice as hungry for it. I gasped when I felt his tip brush against my entrance, just barely above the water. I remember worrying for a moment whether or not water alone was slippery enough to use to get him up in me. From the feel of his knot locking me to him while I even think about it, obviously we made it work for us. If there's one thing we can be, it's determined.
That's not to say it didn't take some doing... I had to work for it. He'd been working hard lately, and we've not had exactly the easiest time finding a chance to play. Maybe that's why I grunted, why he had to push harder. Maybe that's why it took a few moments of him gently grinding his wet tip against my tailhole, and maybe that's why it took a little spurt of his pre and a hard push before he finally was able to push inside me.
I remember how it stung, and I remember how I'd cried out. I shuddered more from some small sense of embarrassment than from pain; what if the others in the hotel had heard me? Thinking about it now, I don't particularly care. Bugger ‘em; I was getting stuffed full of my wolf, I am stuffed full of my wolf, and if they don't like it then too bad. Mental note; I need to be a bit more vocal next time. No shame, dragon; just enjoy it. Let everyone know.
I mean, I enjoyed it plenty when I got used to him being inside me. I even enjoyed the uncomfortable sting of him as he pumped the rest of his considerable malehood into my body. But when he was hilted fully inside me... when the fuzzy sleeve of his sheath was pressed firmly against my backside and I was once more sitting down in his lap, that was when I really started to feel it. That full, warm feeling was what kept me hiking my tail for him... he's not complained so far. When was the last time he said no when I spread my legs and offered? Heh... horndog. Doesn't really say much about me either, I suppose. Well, except that I love him mounting me up, I suppose.
I squeezed down on him and he moaned; he certainly wasn't feeling self-conscious about others hearing him. I shivered at the sound of the deep moan of pleasure and pressed myself down harder into his lap. His fingers squeezed against my hips as he helped me down harder... I almost wished he had more to give me, just so I could have continued the pleasureful slide down his malehood. It didn't matter too much, though. I wasn't about to spend too much time sitting still. I had my wolf buried inside me, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I worked him up enough to set that knot of his swelling. I hated how it robbed me of some of his length while we worked our way up... but damn, I loved it when we popped it inside. It always set him off...
It was slow at first, the way I worked myself up and down his shaft. I didn't want him to guide me, though I appreciated the feel of his paws squeezing my hips as I rode him. It was awkward for a moment as I worked my legs around so I was kneeling over his lap, but once there it was more than worth the effort. I settled back down onto him and sheathed his malehood fully inside me... gods, the look on his face was so adorable. His eyes were closed and his jaw was slack, and for a moment I even caught his tongue lolling out of his muzzle. I called him a horny little puppy. He splashed me. I squeezed down hard around his shaft. He moaned and ground against me. Then I moaned, and he moaned again, and... mmm.
I started to move again; I couldn't just sit still over him. That thick canine shaft pumped slowly up and down as I rode him, and his hips rolled in time with my rocking. He pushed into me as I descended and he drew back and down as I lifted myself up. Sparks of pleasure wound up my nerves, and they lit up my brain as I reached out to squeeze tightly at both of his shoulders. My head rolled back... I heard the splashes of the overfilled tub's water as it hit the tiles around us, but they didn't register. I was a bit distracted at the time, after all.
One of his paws lingered on my hip, and he guided me slowly up and down his malehood even as I rocked down over it again and again. His other slipped up my side and over my neck, and I shivered as I felt his fingertips brush over my cheek. He drew me to his muzzle as he leaned back, and I all-too-eagerly pressed into a warm, tender kiss. That's our love, right there. No words. No sound. It's just pure and simple action. We reduce all things to the most basic acts, and we let the melding of our bodies as one speak for us. No words in any language are enough, and we could spend an eternity trying to define our love. Instead we simply pray for an eternity to spend expressing our love our own way.
I needed nothing else. I had his lips locked to mine, and I remembered the familiar dance of our tongues as he leaned up into me. I had his malehood buried in me, and I remembered how he thrust it up harder and faster inside me as his base began to swell. We were lit by dim candlelight in our own private cave, soaked in steaming water a hundred thousand miles from civilization. There was no outside world. There were our bodies, and there was our passion. I needed nothing else... and then he released my hip and shifted his paw to my own malehood.
I remember how our kiss broke, and how I'd gasped in surprise and pleasure. I remember how good it had felt just to grind against his wet fur and sink into the warmth of the bathwater, and I probably would have popped just from that stimulation, let alone the feel of his own malehood spreading me wide as it was shoved along my prostate every other second. The slow, deep mating would have been easily enough to set me off, and I'd honestly expected just to ride him until we reached our peaks. But when he touched me, when he reached out and took my shaft in his paw, that was when I know that I wasn't going to last too much longer.
He'd learned every little spot, every tiny detail of my malehood. Some people never find a partner who knows their body as well as they do, but we'd taken the time and effort to explore and learn. It's that dedication and determination, I suppose; we wanted to learn it all. He knew where to squeeze, he knew where to touch, and he knew how much pressure it took. He knew me perhaps even better than I knew myself... maybe he was just getting close himself, and he wanted to bring me over as well. I wasn't going to blame him for it; I had already felt my climax start to build up when I had first sunk down onto his length.
Maybe he had been getting close... maybe that was why he slowed down. The teasing bastard worked me up; he rolled his hips and stroked my shaft in just the way I loved it, and then he slowed down. He released my length as he pressed once again into a deep kiss, and any protests I might have made were silenced entirely. Sneaky devil. I couldn't blame him, even if I hadn't been muted by his muzzle. I whimpered and whined even while I wrapped my arms behind his neck and held him close. I rode him harder; I pressed myself down around his malehood more firmly and squeezed tighter every time I felt him fill me up. The rough thrusts of the initial moments had long given way to motions eased by his copiously leaking pre, and my slick inner muscles pressed down around his malehood with every buck of my hips downwards.
His hips even started to work against me, even as we deepened our kiss. He drew back from my downward movements, and he thrust up as I pulled away from him. I think I whimpered a little louder through our kiss... and I remember how he'd sharply thrust up against me. I remember the way his knot had pressed up between my cheeks, and ground against my stretched and filled entrance. He loved it when I whimpered for him... he loved me knowing that I was his. Our bodies were shared, and it was my surrender to him. It only drove his pleasure higher, which I in turn fed off. I grew more eager for his climax, and for his seed.
I lost track of time. I whimpered and moaned, and I teetered on the edge of my own climax. I know he needed it too; his legs always twitched a certain way whenever he grew close. I love that I know little tells of his like that... He was close, and I know he wanted to tie me. He knew he always could, that I wouldn't resist. But I also know that he was trying to hold back for something, and it's only now that I think back that I can see what it was. He wanted to draw it out. My wolf wanted it to last longer, to let the inevitable finish feel that much greater. Perhaps I was a little too instant gratification-minded at first... but when he finally popped, good grief but it was worth it.
I lost track of time, but I know when I started to remember it again. I remember it was when his legs started to twitch harder, and he started to thrust up into me more firmly. Our kiss had broken, whichever one we were up to. Our breathing was heavy, and we curled the steam rising from the bath with each exhalation. I looked into his eyes, and his gaze met mine. I shivered and moaned. I knew what the expression on his face meant, and I was ready for it.
I pushed down harder and harder, and I squeezed tighter around his pulsing length. He was close to losing his control, and the grip he had on my malehood told me that he was finally willing to let me reach my peak as well. I surrendered myself to him all over again as I arched my back, and I pumped myself up and down as hard as I could onto his shaft. He met each thrust just as hard and just as eagerly... he knew he was gonna pop, and we both knew what he needed to do first.
The girth of his knot strained me, and I yelped when I felt him mash it up against me hard with one sharp thrust. My tailhole stretched and strained as I pushed down onto it hard; after all, I wanted it inside me as much as he did. I needed it inside me as much as he did. Again and again his hips jerked... gods, I'm getting harder again just remembering it... He just hammered me. He just kept ramming it against me until my body gave up and let him in. I relaxed and pushed down around him, and I felt his orgasm wash over him.
The twitches and pulses of his shaft set my insides throbbing pleasantly as he cried out loud in pleasure. I know my vision went dark and hazy... did I close my eyes? I had to have. I know I came; I know my whole body shook while my pent up load spurted out of my twitching length and left trails in his fur. I know I emptied myself completely onto his belly and chest, and I know I caught his mouth with at least one spurt. I can still taste it when he kissed me...
I squeezed down around him tighter still. I didn't want a drop to escape my body. That was his surrender; his body, locked in the throes of pleasure, was offering up his essence to me. I wanted every last drop inside me. I wanted to savour the warmth of his seed as it filled me, and my inner muscles squeezed and pulsed around his shaft. I pulsed around his length from tapered tip to swollen knot, and I still haven't let go. Gods, I don't want to. Who would want to surrender that gloriously full feeling?
How long did he go for? Longer than me, at least... he always went for longer than me. I know I sagged forward and against him, and I know he continued to drain himself into me. I know my body greedily drank up every last drop he offered. I'm sure I didn't let any of it leak back out, either. I'm still clenched around that knot of his for one, and his seed was planted so deep inside me, for two. Gods, I can almost imagine feeling it inside me, so warm...
We've more than caught our breath now. There's still no words, and nor do we need them. We have all we need. We have a bath, in our own little candlelit cavern. We have a bed, still tacky-looking, to sleep together in. And perhaps most importantly, if however put a little crudely, I've got a tailhole filled with wolf cum and a fat cock stopping it from leaking out. Oohhh, shiver... perhaps being a little crude's not a bad thing. Maybe we'll get the chance later on tonight... what's the time?
Where's my watch? Oh; my wrist, right. Facepalm... shut up, silly horndog; I'm still warm and fuzzy from my climax. Time's... oh. Oh my. It's four... in the afternoon. Sure, we've been here a while... but the night hasn't even begun yet.
He's smiling at me now. He can see the time as well as I can, and he knows how much of it we have left. Mmrrrf... and if he keeps grinding against me like that, I'm just going to have to ride him all over again...
Now, if only I could get something like this for real...
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