Rekindling the Passion
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This story is a commission that I have written for Kyala(aka HerPurpliness)This story is a real gem that I kinda forgot to post during August. You all know how hectic August has been for me, but it has its upsides too! For instance, this adorable purple dragoness approached me with a request to write a short story for her. After a most productive chat session shared through FA notes, we both came up with the concept for this story. Kyala's as playful as she is beautiful. You have been warned :)Doravar(c) belongs to meKyala(c) belongs to Herpurpliness: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/herpurpliness/Rekindling the passionThe mage tower looked like it did one hundred and
thirty three years ago. Dilapidated, with half of the roof gone, the walls
surrounding it thick with overgrowth. The storms had chipped at the circular
formation bit by bit, the wards protecting them long extinguished.
Curious, how Doravar couldn't remember how it looked
when he had first conquered the fjords, along with the cliff in front of him
upon which this mage tower was erected. It must have been whole, an onyx
formation encrusted with rune etched minerals that fueled the spells of the
mages residing within. They had taken his mate and clutch with their vile
magic, so Doravar had taken their lives and territory in return.
One hundred and thirty three years numbed the ache
that settled into his stomach to a dull tingle. Once upon a time, his whole
frame used to tremble at the sheer sight of that thrice cursed building, urging
him to round the tower and bask it in a sea of red flames. The magic crystals
lying within the heart of the tower protected it from the hungry drag flames,
as Doravar had expected, but not from the relentless storms.
So Doravar stopped circling the tower, and instead,
he watched it crumble away from atop a cliff overlooking the tower and the
churning sea sprawling beyond it. His expression was blank, his gaze distant
and unfocused while he listened to the waves crash upon the bare rock
underneath him. The tumultuous waters always doused the fires of rage burning
through him, instilling an eerie feeling of peace within him, in spite of the
towering structure that raised before him, taunting him with every breath he
took.
The briny scent of the ocean filled his nostrils,
the moisture coating his crimson scales glistening like tiny gemstones under
the pale moonlight. A chill permeated the winds, more intense with each passing
night, heralding an early winter.
"You're always staring at that tower. One would
think it's a memento from a glorious past rather than the thing it represents."
Doravar's fins and crest perked at the sound of her
suave voice, and his tail coiled across his side as her swishing footsteps
announced her approach.
"It reminds me who I am, and what I've become,"
Doravar said without getting up or turning his neck around to greet Kyala. The
purple dragoness had visited him every night while passing through his
territory, and grew accustomed to his aloof attitude, so why bother?
"It's nothing but a ruin, dull and lifeless. Why
does it still have a hold over you?"
Kyala settled on her haunches besides him, her wings
rustling from the night's breeze.
"Better a ruin than the thing it used to represent,"
Doravar said, catching a glimpse of her inquisitive light blue eyes. He knew
that look, and shook his head before she could say what he already knew.
"But it's been abandoned for over a--"
"No," Doravar cut her off, curling his neck to the
right to present her with his stern gaze. "I told you who used to inhabit that
tower. Mages. The sort that had killed dragons like us with a word and a
thought."
"Mages," Kyala drawled. "Oh, you mean the ones who
died more than a century ago."
"Their magic lingers, a curse upon the land, upon any
dragon foolish enough to brave their domain." Doravar switched his attention
back to the tower, shifting his weight from side to side, his toes scratching
at the layers of grass in irritation.
Kyala chuckled, shifted closer to Doravar and licked
him under his chin, making the red dragon's fins and crest shudder from that
warm, tickling touch.
"There are no curses. No mages, no magic, and nobody
who dares hunt us anymore. All this time spent in the presence of a barren
ruin, and a dragoness who glimpsed it in passing knows more than you do."
She certainly believed she did. Doravar couldn't
fault her for it. Like any hatchling born after the Mage Wars, Kyala grew in a
prosperous land with little to fear. Although most of the wards ran out,
something still kept the tower from collapsing; an ancient force still lingered
within those decrepit walls, reminding Doravar of who used to reside within.
"Why are you here, Kyala?"
"Umpf, that question again." She snorted, then padded
over to Doravar, rubbing her side and limbs against him, her softer purple
scales rustling against his broader, rougher ones. "You only ask me that every
time we meet, you stiff, grumpy lizard."
"It's my special form of greeting, one that you love
enough to visit me daily instead of flying off to the Derathi Highlands."
"Hmpf!" Kyala blew a puff of smoke in his face,
settled on her belly next to him, then ran her tongue along his neck to make a
point Doravar knew far too well.
"I prefer the physical sort of greeting. Words don't
warm me during a cold night."
Doravar draped a wing over her frame, engulfing her
smaller, nimbler body under a crimson, living blanket.
"Does a wing suffice?"
"Rrrr, not quite," she trilled, her snout prodding
at one of his neck fins so persistently Doravar shuddered and tucked it away.
"Add a lick or two, and you have a purring dragoness."
Her request made Doravar's tail tip swish from side
to side. Kyala wouldn't stop after a lick or two. She would want more, and
more, until...
He decided to distract her for the time being,
inching a forepaw closer to hers at a slow, tantalizing pace. Kyala noticed it,
grabbed his bigger paw with surprising ease and flaunted one of her encouraging
smirks.
"If you want something, claim it. Better ask
forgiveness than permission, although I'm still debating whether to forgive you
for making me feel unwanted or not."
Her high energy levels stirred Doravar's blood,
making the purple tips of his crest and ears grow a shade darker from the heat
welling within him. He used to be like that, a dragon who had not lacked the
courage to lick a dear like her over the snout, rest his chin on top of her
neck, or nibble playfully on her nicely curved ivory horns. The passing decades
chipped at him, however, leaving him in a similar state with the tower he
always stared at: a ruin that didn't belong in this time and age.
"I'm not sorry for making you blush. At least it's
an improvement over your morose self."
"My morose self doesn't seem to think that."
"Oh?" Kyala arched his neck to nuzzle and lick the
sensitive membrane of the wing sprawled across her. "When we first met, you
were cold and rigid like your precious mage tower. Now we're both comfortable
in each other's embrace, and your fins are so delightfully warm I can't help
but lick them."
Kyala always kept her word. Brash and overeager, her
snout advanced upon Doravar's triangular head, running across his angular chin,
rubbing his scales with the soft ones covering her nostrils, then brushing her
purple tongue over the lower base of a fin.
Doravar drew back after a single stroke, his heart
pumping too hard, his muscles suddenly tight.
"I thought we are just keeping each other warm."
"Of course we are. I'm just helping speed things
up."
The forepaw that gripped his tightened its grip
while the other rested on top of his horns, her toes curling around the bony
formation while her tongue switched over to his snout. Doravar held his breath
at first, his crest erect, every scale upon his body tingling from the warm
affection Kyala drenched him with. Her melodious purr flared to life, so rich
and beautiful, its rumbling touch tugging at Doravar's heart.
Lick her in return? Show her that he wasn't the
withered husk everybody believed he became?
He certainly tried, but his jaws refused to part,
and instead of a pleasant hum, he released an uncertain growl, which only
served to stoke Kyala's mirth.
The dragoness stopped her gentle ministrations with
a giggle, fondling his crest between two dexterous toes while her warm eyes
bore into his golden ones.
"For such an old dragon who is no stranger to a
dragoness' caress, you certainly sound like a panicked hatchling who is about
to mate for the first time." Her crest shuddered with pent-up excitement as
that one word left her tongue. Her head tilted to the side a little, her
features brightening all of a sudden.
"Oh. Maybe that's what you need. To mate. Only the
gods know how long it has been since you last released your unexpressed
frustrations into a paw, mouth, or a female's tight and slick sanctuary."
Doravar's heart lodged within his throat. His wing
retreated from Kyala's frame, fleeing to his side as warm snakes slithered down
his spine. To mate? With her?
Kyala must have found his puzzled expression
adorable, for she rolled onto her side, her head rested on top of Doravar's
forepaws, snout close enough to his own to plant a few licks between his
nostrils.
Doravar retreated, his growl thin, laced with panic.
He never considered mating Kyala. She was such a lean beauty, with soft
features emphasized by her slender crest, fins and delicate pair of horns that
curved across the back of her skull slightly. Her belly scutes brought out her
gorgeous eyes, and Doravar never dared peak under her tail, for fear of
triggering those suppressed instincts he buried at the back of his mind.
No--he couldn't mate her. He wanted to protect her,
love her, treasure her. He was too old, a relic of the past, unable to provide
her with what she sought.
"That look again, grarrrr," Kyala growled, her jaws
latching upon his neck, applying slight pressure that made Doravar yelp. "Don't
deny me this, Doravar," she half said, half hissed before releasing him to balm
the ache with soothing tongue strokes. "Don't dare turn me down."
She was so cute when she wanted something, even more
so when she switched upon her side to grip his neck with her forepaws while one
of her hinds disappeared under his belly. Doravar's muscles tensed, her touch
urging him to lean onto his side, one hind paw aloft, her caress too delightful
to his hard but sensitive belly scutes.
"Kyala, I don't know what you see in me, but I'm not
what you seek. Something broke within me, a piece that has long drowned into
the sea of time."
"Let's see if we can find it."
Her hind paw connected with his aloft one, her
slender toes slipping between his, embracing it in a fierce grip. The other one
continued to slither across his stomach, between his haunches, eliciting soft
growls and shudders from Doravar, whose crest swayed with visible nerves.
"This is foolish. You'll find nothing but
disappointment down there."
Kyala didn't reply. Her hind tightened around him
while the white claws of her forepaws bit into the hard scales of his neck,
dragging him close enough to press her nostrils against his in a short but
lovely kiss before she sealed the deal with a slow, tantalizing lick.
Doravar practically simmered by now. Following
Kyala's cue meant reverting back to the dragon he used to be, a dragon that had
been gone for the past century.
"I--I can't Kyala, I'm hrrrrrrrrrrrr," he growled as
her hind paw discovered his slit.
"You're what, Doravar? Please tell me."
How could he speak, when his rich hum permeated the
air around them? Her toes slid across his slit with expert grace, the perfect
combination of smooth scales and tantalizing claw tips brushing over an area
turned overly sensitive by the passing of time. It was no wonder that the
flowing caress of her toes triggered a visible spasm that traveled through
Doravar's underbelly, urging his member to poke out and greet her expecting
digits. She cupped his tapered tip right away, his hardening meat already
coated with the sharp scented moisture ever present within his slit.
Doravar's wings trembled in their sockets, his lips
pulling back into a faint snarl at the smooth, kneading motion around his shaft
that urged him to grow bigger and stiffer.
"I'm--I am....grarrrrrrr!"
"You are hard. That's what you are. And more eager
than I ever anticipated. I can just keep my toes still while your throbs do the
rest, rrrrrrrrrr?"
With his malehood filling Kyala's paw with every
curt throb, something snapped within Doravar. A sudden urge claimed his senses,
forcing his snout to rub against Kyala's, his tongue to slide over her neck, up
to her crest, and between her horns, a deep, affectionate growl rippling
through his throat.
That took the dragoness by surprise, her purr
growing to a higher pitch as she clenched harder around Doravar's hind and
shaft.
"Now be honest," she said, guiding his tip between
her toes, stroking him once, then curling them inwards to massage the rest of
his shaft. "How long has it been since your last release?"
"A...very long while," Doravar muttered, his voice
shaking in unison with the throbs wracking his malehood.
"I can tell," Kyala said, a lewd smile spreading
across her face. "You're the first male whose ridges flared seconds after I
grabbed you in my hind."
She teased the shallow ridges lined along his base,
running the tips of her toes along their length, kissing them briefly with the
tips of her claws before wrapping her paw around his shaft in a tight enough
grasp to draw a muffled growl from the male.
"I'm your friend now, Doravar. It's my responsibility
to look after your needs, and a bit of affection and physical contact is
exactly what you need after being on your own for so long."
Hard to disagree with that. Doravar had to
disentangle from her hind and shift onto his fours, his jaws tight against one
another as his hips bucked out of their own accord, driving his member through
Kyala's lean toes. Every trace of logic vanished from his mind, drowned by the
jolts of electrifying pleasure spiking through him whenever he pushed his girth
forward.
It had been so long. Too long since his crest
trembled and swayed. Too long since his fins turned a deep purple from the fire
welling within them. Too long since his member pulsated with such vigor inside
the tight confines of a paw. Kyala's grip felt surprisingly good to him, her
smaller, softer scales much more pleasurable to his receptive shaft than his
own.
The dragoness trilled with excitement, her tail
coiling around Doravar's while her other hind paw curled around his thigh, claw
tips pushing against the layers of durable crimson scales. Her toes clenched
around Doravar every time he grinded against her paw or speared through a pair
of toes glued tight to one another, his tapered tip serving its purpose more
than well.
She liked this. Almost as much as he did. It made
his heart soar, to notice her snarl of bliss at mating her paw, to listen to
her pleasant trill. Kyala now sprawled upon her back, her trembling slit all
too visible to Doravar, already moist and puffed up with genuine excitement. It
oozed the thick, earthy scent of arousal, so intoxicating to a dragon who
hadn't felt its touch in so long.
Doravar lifted his head, holding his breath to block
it, least his passion spilled forth. His eyes half lidded with the effort to
fight back the demanding surges of pleasure rippling through the ridged base of
his shaft, his tail stood on end, and he began to push harder and faster
against her paw, his desire to breed surfacing at last.
In an attempt to distract himself from the all too
consuming pressure that threatened to overtake him, Doravar's eyes shifted to
Kyala's paw upon his thigh, then to her drooping jaw. The dragoness panted and
hissed with obvious lust from his wild strokes, her purple tongue darting
across her flared nostrils that picked up the scent of their combined arousal.
"Yes, that's it. Remember, Doravar. Remember how
good it feels to mate." Her voice was barely a whisper, thin, ephemeral. It
quickly dispersed into Doravar's rougher purr, the male entirely focused on the
abrupt swings of his hips as he sought to work himself up to completion.
"You're
getting closer now. I can feel it, rrrrr!"
She emphasized that by gripping his shaft tighter,
eliciting a muffled roar from Doravar. His thrusts became erratic as Doravar's
forepaws fell on either side of Kyala, his wings unfurled to shield her from
the light drizzle that began to fall.
It felt so good. Every fiber within Doravar's frame
quaked from the deeper, slower, more fulfilling strokes his hips acquired,
intent on prolonging the bliss. His mind clouded by the instinct to breed,
Doravar pushed harder and deeper between Kyala's toes, forcing his ridges
through her wiggling digits, growling every time he did.
"Kyala, I don't...don't know how long--"
"Grrr, don't speak," Kyala urged, switching her free
hind paw over to his snout, toes latching around it from all sides.
Trapped in his blissful state, Doravar's first
instinct was to poke out his tongue and slide it across the middle of her paw.
Kyala shuddered at that, her grip lessening with each subsequent stroke, until
she retracted her paw a few inches away to allow Doravar complete access over
it.
Doravar closed his eyes, surrendering to the immense
pleasure coursing through him. It was all brought by Kyala's wonderfully
dexterous toes, and the vast amounts of pre he spurted into her paw made that
tight sanctuary the perfect place to thrust into. Kyala helped as well,
shifting her toes around him, kneading at his girth, sometimes thrusting her
paw against his member in between Doravar's own strokes.
That drove the male wild with lust, enough for his
hindquarters to lower a tad as that demanding fire smoldering within his
underbelly threatened to spill forth. Doravar contained it a moment longer
while his tongue traveled across each of Kyala's digits that tempted him with
playful wiggling motions, caressing them in the most intimate of ways before
curling his tongue around a pair that he dragged into his maw. The brief
suckling upon those delightful digits sent visible ripples through Kyala's
limbs and belly, her sharp growl twining with Doravar's rougher one.
"You deserve this. Deserve this moment of relief."
Her alluring words, coupled with the increasingly
tighter and faster massage around his shaft, broke through Doravar's
conviction. The red dragon's crest splayed across his skull, his fins tucked
against his cheeks as he buried his snout deep into Kyala's paw, relishing her
warm grip and the way it muffled his sporadic roar.
After one last thrust through her toes, Kyala
shifted her attention to his ridged base, weaving her toes around them, holding
him so tight Doravar had no choice but to unleash his fiery essence upon her
purple scales.
His lips nibbled at one of Kyala's toes as his
tapered tip spurted ropes of ivory essence upon Kyala's haunches and belly
scutes, some of them landing upon her dainty slit, making Kyala shudder and
trill her delight. Midway through Doravar's orgasm, her hind paw shifted over
to his tip, cupping it within the confines of her paw to feel his rhythmical
throbs, along with the might of those rich, ivory lances that splattered upon
the surface of her paw and clenched toes.
Doravar's focus dwindled for a moment, colored dots
speckling his whirling vision. The surges of pleasure slithering through his
pulsating meat overpowered his senses, smothered them, left him vulnerable to
the waves of constant bliss assaulting his frame. His wings still tensed in
their joints, his tail jerking to the side every time he loosened a delayed
spurt into Kyala's shuddering paw. Her digits wiggled around him, milking his
tapered tip, stroking it a few times to strengthen Doravar's faltering growls.
"Keep going," she cooed. "I want you utterly spent."
As he tapered off within the protective grip of her
paw, Doravar's breath returned to him, hard and ragged. He gave Kyala's slack
paw a few more licks, then thrust into her seed drenched hind a couple more
times, spreading his creamy essence evenly across her purple scales.
"I'm--I'm done," he said, blinking his eyes to clear
the sudden drowsiness that fell upon him.
"I can tell. You had so much inside you," Kyala
crooned, her dreamy gaze making Doravar feel suddenly self-conscious. He
tarnished her beautiful body with his essence, the musky stripes dashing along
her belly and wings oozing a sharp fragrance that brought a snarl upon Kyala's
face.
"And your seed has quite the exquisite scent. You
know what they say about things that get better with age, right?" She reached
out with a forepaw towards her messy hind, scooping a line of seed with a
stretched claw, then brought it back to her snout, her nostrils widening as she
sniffed it before her tongue wiped her claw clean of Doravar's seed.
Doravar's heart skipped a beat when she did that.
His mate had never favored the taste of seed, whereas Kyala trilled from its
exotic touch, her tongue dashing across her snout in quite the lewd fashion.
"Very savory. You've been feasting on young does,
haven't you? That's why your seed is so creamy."
He dipped his head in approval before his eyes
darted left and right, uncertain of how to proceed from now on, his fin tips
purple from the embarrassment coursing through them. Kyala's seed stained paw made
the choice for him as she waved it back and forth, stretching and tucking her
toes expectantly.
"It's your doing, Doravar, and you know how I love a
thorough grooming session."
Doravar reached for her messy hind and licked it
clean, each tongue stroke making Kyala's breath shudder and hitch in her throat
occasionally. Her toes flexed under the caress of his tongue, fanning out to
allow him complete access over her hind. The poor thing was so worked up from
her paw ministrations that her whole frame stiffened, and her wings splayed
across the ground to expose their lighter shade.
Watching a dragoness expose the light blue of her
belly for him sent warm tingles through Doravar's limbs. Most males in his
position would have had eyes for her purple slit only, coated with layers of
both seed and female arousal, the puffy lips standing out amidst her belly
scutes. Doravar, however, found his gaze drifting towards her eyes, so warm and
full of unbridled passion.
After he licked a shivering toe one more time, he
padded over to her, nuzzling her crest and neck, humming at her lightly as he
nudged her chin.
"Kyala, I'm very--"
Her forepaw covered his snout in an instant.
"I seduced you, haven't I? Whatever you have to say
can wait. Let's not break the immersion of this moment."
Doravar teased her with a dash of his tongue across
her snout. When the dragoness leaned her head back and purred suggestively, he
continued along her neck, lathering her purple scales with a layer of saliva
that made them glisten under the moon's suave caress.
"Mrrr, you're so skilled with your tongue," Kyala
purred, her eyes closed while she basked in his pleasant treatment. "I feel
sorry for all of the dragonesses that tried to grab your attention and failed."
"There have been no dragonesses," Doravar confessed,
switching over to a forepaw, climbing his way slowly to her fanned digits.
"Only me and this tower."
"Mmm, now it is me, you, and the tower. Careful how
attentive you are with us two. One is bound to get upset if the other tugs at
your attention much too often."
Doravar's crest burned with a fierce blush, like it always
did when Kyala made a move on him. He churned with the urge to ask her why. Why
him? A dragoness like her could have had any male she wanted at the tip of her
claws, and yet, she chose him.
Rather than dwelling on that matter, Doravar's snout
continued its meandering path along her body, his tongue leaving no patch of
scales untouched. For an already moist and horny female, that proved almost too
much, her toes curling inwards every time a shudder heralded her want for
relief.
"Make sure to clean every trace of your mess. I'm
way too relaxed to do it myself."
Way too aroused, she meant. A foreign touch always
felt better than your own, and Kyala knew exactly how to get under Doravar's
scales.
Once he reached her hindquarters, Doravar pinned her
tail down with his own, sat on his haunches to free his forepaws, and grased
her left hind paw with a fore, allowing his digits to slide between her toes so
that their paws locked together. Then, he slowly dragged it to the side while
he ran his tongue down her inner thigh, licking away traces of dust and globs
of seed on his way towards her exposed slit.
Kyala's frame tensed, her tail tip twitching with
impatience, her wriggling toes mirroring it. With his senses still dull from
his orgasm, Doravar felt unusually brave, enough to blow a puff of warm air
upon her slit before switching to the other thigh. His free forepaw caressed
her taut muscle, groping it with soft, tantalizing embraces, the pressure of
claws exerted upon her hide eliciting weak growls from Kyala.
Doravar's own hum returned to his throat, pleased
with her reactions, until her snort of irritation urged him to disentangle his
snout from between her toes and face her.
"When I made my request, I hardly expected you to be
so methodical." Her hind paw clamped down upon his fore, squeezing him hard
enough to get her point across.
"That is one side of me you will have to get used
to," Doravar added, offering her a meek smile as he teased her wiggling toes
with a nuzzle. A few licks over them got Kyala purring. The nibble that
followed drew a surprised gasp from her, the dragoness hardly expecting
Doravar's teeth to caress those tiny and rather soft scales. She pulled her paw
back, but Doravar's snout followed suit, licking away her apparent discomfort.
"Grah, that tickled," she said, but her fleeting
gaze that ran to her slit suggested just how much Doravar's little trick
excited her. He played along, letting her toes guide his tongue along them,
between them, her paw turning and grasping at his snout and fins in the most
surprising of ways.
"There. Have I made amends?" Doravar asked.
Kyala's hind paw latched around his left horn,
guiding him towards her slit. "Hardly. For a dragon who aims to lick my belly
clean, you sure left quite a few spots in the middle."
Doravar did that on purpose, and the way his seed
landed upon her slit made that all the more fulfilling. Rather than starting
with the obvious, his tongue flowed across her belly, wiping away those ivory
stripes, and moving inwards once her scales regained their purple luster.
When he reached her sex, Doravar slowed down with
his licks, circling her slit with his snout, and only poking his tongue out to
brush away the droplets of seed marring her belly scutes. Although the
plate-like formations were meant to block every blade in existence and lacked
sensitiveness, the mere thought of that tongue advancing upon her exposed lips
made Kyala's breath grow labored and her crest flatten along her spine in
anticipation.
Her reaction fueled Doravar's conviction to give
Kyala a memorable experience. Ever since they met, she nurtured that dying
spark within him, stoking it, flaring it bit by bit, until its warmth seeped
into Doravar's mind, melting away that crippling doubt which kept him from
pursuing happiness.
Because of that, he rounded her slit with short,
careful tongue strokes, slurping away the arousal that leaked from her puffy
vent in tiny rivulets. Thin yet slimy, it bore a smooth, earthy fragrance, its
taste stirring Doravar's blood, making him crave for more of that delicious
female nectar.
"You're snarling. How cute!" Kyala's mirthful voice
felt weak, slightly diluted against the torrent raging within Doravar's mind.
Primal lust filled his senses, made stronger by the passing of time. Even after
releasing his burdening seed moments ago, a female's arousal still drove
Doravar crazy with lust.
Foreplay all but forgotten to him, Doravar sought to
clench his thirst by dipping his snout into Kyala's heated folds, taking a deep
whiff laden with her scent, then slurping the nectar off her shuddering lips,
releasing a feral growl as he pulled back, staring at Kyala while her juices
dribbled down his soggy chin.
"I've seen males give in to their feral side after a
single slurp, but none was as voracious for my sex as you are. Rraaarrr, tuck
in," Kyala growled back at him, swatting his inner thigh with her tail, her
hinds clenching around his forepaw and horn. "Show me how an old, cranky, and
more than horny dragon treats the first female that exposed her belly to him in
more than a century."
His female. That struck a chord with Doravar, who
towered above her splayed body, her slit at the mercy of his snout. Although he
tried taking deep breaths to suppress that wild side of him and calm down his
racing heart, the aftertaste of her juices lingered upon his tongue, fettering
his senses, urging his snout lower, lower, right upon those dainty lips.
Doravar kissed them briefly, unable to contain his
urge to nibble upon them with his scaly lips. Kyala loosened a trill from this
unexpected turn of events, the pressure exerted upon her already swollen folds
so blissful the dragoness' toes stretched briefly, only to clamp down upon his
forepaw.
"Keep going. Don't hold back," she said
breathlessly, shudders rippling through her haunches and slit.
Doravar gave her no moment of respite, lapping away
at her folds with broad, sweeping strokes of his tongue. He didn't pierce her
yet, intent on slurping every single droplet of arousal off her belly scutes and
lips before resting his snout upon her vent, inhaling her exquisite aroma, then
exhaling warm puffs of air upon her lips, making Kyala giddy with excitement.
She licked her snout in anticipation, swiping away
some of the nervousness welled within her. She had probably thought of this
moment multiple times, playing it over in her head, wondering how Doravar's
tongue or member would feel inside her.
Now, she had the chance to find out.
After taking a deep breath, Doravar parted her
heated, trembling folds with his long tongue. Thinner at the tip, and thicker
and barbed towards the middle, his flexible appendage put an end to Kyala's
purr, replacing it with a thinning growl that grew in intensity the deeper he
sank into her nether depths. Her muscles contracted around him, pulling him in
with those rhythmical throbs, Kyala's shuddering moans, swaying hips and
clenching toes only serving to emphasize her need.
More of Doravar's tongue followed, his barbed half
disappearing into the moist, purple vent. The soft protrusions caressed Kyala's
lips in all the right ways, shattering her moan into a deepening growl.
Too much. Too deep. Too fast.
Doravar swirled his tongue inside her, collecting as
much of her earthy juices off those smooth, muscular walls as possible before
retreating to swallow and rub her lips with the soft scales of his nostrils to
keep her on the edge.
"Hrrr, I almost--almost came," Kyala stuttered
through the panting breaths she took. "I didn't know you had a barbed tongue!"
"Now you do," Doravar replied, an elegant smirk
etched upon his face as his forepaw grasped her hind in a tight embrace. The
firm touch of paw upon paw added to Kyala's pleasure, her toes stretching and
curling inwards constantly, emphasizing her impatience at getting off from
Doravar's tongue.
He pressed his snout tighter against her slit,
squeezing those swollen lips, the texture of his scales flaring Kyala's
pleasure. Her tail wrapped around one of his hind legs, squeezing at him
persistently, just like the muscles of her vent did.
His barbs followed shortly after, brushing against
her slit, then slipping into her trembling passage, all too eager to receive
something tight, muscular and flexible within its sensitive confines. Doravar
kept his tongue rigid while stretching her, getting Kyala accustomed to his
girth, allowing her to mold around him before twisting his tongue tip this way
and that to further spread her apart.
Rather than pulling out of her, Doravar remained
inside, advancing upon her cervix bit by bit. The deeper his tongue slithered,
the tighter Kyala became, and the louder her growls, hisses and moans grew. The
spasms rushing through her insides picked up in intensity as well, drenching
Doravar with fresh waves of arousal. With extra lubrication to ease his
passage, he had no trouble pushing most of his tongue inside Kyala, teasing
that tight ring of flesh with the swirling tip of his tongue over and over
again, her moaning growls music to his ears.
Pushed so close to her orgasm, Kyala sought to
augment her bliss by thrusting her hips against Doravar's snout, the cream
colored horn protruding from the tip of his snout almost disappearing into her
delicate depths during a harder and more satisfying shove of her hips. Doravar
shifted his snout to the side just in time to avoid hurting Kyala, his tongue
twisting and turning inside, allowing his barbs to stimulate her past the point
of no return while his tongue tip relentlessly rammed at her tight cervix, one
of the most sensitive regions that a long, serpentine tongue like his could
tease.
Kyala's response was immediate. Her hips shoved hard
against his snout, her slit slamming upon his sensitive nostrils, making
Doravar snort and push his tongue deeper inside Kyala. That triggered the
unrelenting clenches of her tightening depths, the flowing motion meant to
suckle the seed out of a male's member. And she had such a strong grip! Almost
as hard as the pressure her toes exerted upon his forepaw when they curled
inwards from the too demanding pleasure flooding Kyala's body.
After she fluttered her wings a few times and rolled
from side to side, Kyala's frame fell limp, her eyes scrunched tight as her
roar burst out of the depths of her chest. Shudders marred its rich tone, and
it quickly faltered into whimpering moans as strength fled from Kyala's frame
in the form of thin rivulets of savory female cum.
Her shuddering insides splashed them against
Doravar's snout with unrelenting spurts, each richer than the last. He flinched
as they splattered all over his face, some of it sneaking its way into his
nostrils, filling them with the most pleasant scent Doravar ever inhaled.
Once her tremors died down and her walls loosened
enough around Doravar to retreat his tongue, the red dragon began slurping her
excess juices, lapping at her folds with an eagerness that surprised even
himself. He felt like a hatchling who pleasured his first female, so addicted
to her nectar that he had to drink in every drop.
"Weeeell," Kyala drawled as she exhaled her pent-up
sigh. "Your tongue rivals the mating abilities of other males for sure. Maybe I
should rely more on it and less on what sprouts from between your haunches,
rrr?" she growled playfully, bumping Doravar's slick snout with the tip of a
hind toe.
Doravar gave it a brief lick, then retreated a few
steps from Kyala's slit, staggering onto his fours from the intoxicating haze
of bliss that weighed upon his mind. Mate her. That was what he wanted the
most. To mate the female whose scent and taste filled his mouth and nostrils.
His member poked from his slit as well, encouraged by the lewd thoughts
swirling through Doravar's lust addled mind.
Before it had the chance to grow, Doravar settled
onto his belly, his jaws clenched to suppress a growl of discomfort at
smothering his untimely erection.
"Oh, come on! I wasn't serious!" Kyala strode over
to him, flopping onto her back to knead at his shoulders with her forepaws.
"Unless you think more of your tongue and less of your member."
Her giggle made Doravar feel more conflicted than
ever. Here he was, entertaining a dragoness who had one of her most fulfilling
orgasms. Because of that, her expectations of him grew, leaving him in a
perpetual state of self-doubt that battled with the eagerness to be the friend
Kyala wanted him to be and mate her whenever she wanted to mate.
She
would be my first, Doravar realized. The first after my mate.
One hundred and thirty three years, and he still
found it difficult to go ahead with something more than paw and tongue
frolicking.
Noticing his pensive mood, Kyala shifted onto her
belly, placing her forepaws on top of Doravar's while she rubbed her cheek
against his chest, her soft purrs dispersing through his scales.
"You think too much and barely mate. What are you, a
human philosopher?"
In another life, Doravar would have laughed. This
time, he only licked Kyala's crest, the underside of her fins and the
responsive areas around her horns, urging her to lower her head upon his
forepaws and enjoy the grooming.
Kyala did just that, unable to resist the
affectionate strokes of a tongue after such a draining orgasm. "We're friends,
Doravar. That means we look after each other."
Her words warmed Doravar, and the reassuring weight
of a dragoness resting in his embrace reminded him, for just a brief moment,
about how it felt to have a mate. THE END This is the first but not the last appearance of Doravar. You will see him around in the future. That, I guarantee.
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