Spike's Tale
"Letters..." He grumbled, throwing down the rumpled sheet of paper. The sun shimmered off his green scales as he stepped out of the cramped, ill-sized tent, traveling down the gentle slope. Around his neck, the heavy, spiked chain tinkled and rapped against itself, the metal brushing over his thick hide. At the river he untangled the chain, dropping it at the bank before wading into the cool waters. He laid back in the gentle current, letting it pour in rivulets over his taut muscled body. Barbarian life was rough, and the lizardman's body was well built to such trials. He dipped his whole body into the water, letting it roll over his body as he turned and darted down the stream, thick tail lashing behind him and adding power to his strokes. After an hour or so of luxurious bathing he drew himself up onto a large, flat rock by the riverside, laying down in the noon time sun.
It was something however, and wandering freely about the lands does little to gain money that 'civilized' people require of anyone. He snorted and closed his eyes, soaking up the warm, steady rays of sunlight. His large, scaled paws trailed over his chest, lazily drifting down along the firm ridges of his belly and over his heavy sheath. He sighed softly, squeezing his paw around the scaled flesh and beginning to stroke. He had not found anyone to deal with his baser lusts, not even out here, but pleasure was pleasure and his paw would work as well as any lover in absence of another option. Slowly the lizardman's thick, meaty shaft arched from between his broad hips, trailing up along his belly and steadily drooling his musky precum. He grasped his paws around it, both of them, pumping smoothly along the pole of flesh. His hips hunched as the warmth of his rising passion, flushed by the sunlight, rushed through his veins. Faster his paws bobbed along the swollen length, his snout arching down as the thin tongue wrapped around the tip. He rumbled, hips arching up and back as he pushed his snout down over the meaty cock, sucking hard as load after load of hot cum poured between his lips, his whole body clenching as he drank down his fluids.
Slowly he uncurled, broad chest heaving as he lay back against the smooth surface, letting the heat radiate from his body. If only he didn't have to deal with civilization, he could just lay here all day, resting in the warm sun, pleasuring himself. He shook his head and sighed, "Got too addicted to it... Ssssire told me I would." He smiled a little and slowly drew himself off the rock, sliding down to his feet and padding back over to the tent.
It was a good week's travel before he reached the village, a tiny town on the border of another land. The letter had mentioned a group of them traveling. He drew up his cloak, covering over the majority of his form to keep from disturbing the populace. The town was unlike ones he had seen before, there were a wide variety of humanoids here, something much different from the usual villages and cities he had begun to frequent. It was somewhat liberating to know he was not so much of an outcast here. He made his way to the inn and sat down at the meeting table, slumping into a corner to rest, since he had apparently come before the others. A soft voice stirred him and he turned his head from beneath the cloak to look.
There, standing before him was a lithe, firmly built dragon or dragonoid perhaps. He stood on two legs with only vestiges of wings, but his features were decidedly draconian. From the gentle shimmer of his well-polished silvery scales to the mane of long, luxurious hair that spilled between two quite pronounced ears, he was a sight to behold at the least. He lizardman found himself catching his breath and leaning his chair down, shifting his bulk to conceal the small swell beneath the heavy cloak.
The creature smiled, perhaps a bit knowingly as he settled into the chair next to the lizardman. He leaned over, whispering sibilantly, "You do a reasonable job of cloaking yourself, but your tail seems to not cooperate well with your disguise, lizardman." The lizardman shivered at the gentle tones, something almost Elvish about the way he spoke, with an undercurrent far too subtle for the lizard to understand. He righted himself, telling the hood fall down as he eyes met with the dragon's. "A pleasure to meet you, noble lord." He spoke his Draconian far from proper but trying his best. "May I have your name?"
"Xexyz." The dragon whispered, a small smile crossing his face as he met eyes with the lizardman, "And yours?"
"Sssspike." the lizardman hissed, stuttering a little. He felt awkward with his name, though it was kinder on the tongue than his birthname.
The dragon smiled wider, "Spike, eh?" The tip of the dragon's tail flickered along the underside of the lizardman's. "I noticed you seemed..." His gaze dropped downwards, towards the lizardman's groin, "...preoccupied with my appearance." He smiled a little wider and drew a paw along Spike's still cloth covered thigh. "Perhaps, we should occupy ourselves while we wait for the others. There are a limited number of rooms, after all, and it would be best if some of us... doubled up, just to be sure there is enough space."
Spike couldn't help but smile a little at Xexyz's forthrightness. It was a nice feeling, to be under the gaze of this dragon, as was the feeling of the paw drawing up along his thigh. He had not had carnal desires sated with another reptile before, and lust was one thing a barbarian is hard pressed to deny. He smiled back at the dragon, nodding as the two of them rose of them table.
Slowly the mounted the stairs, Xexyz's silver, scaled paw trailing surreptitiously along the curve of the lizardman's tailbase, teasing over the firm curve of his rump. By the time the door was opened, Spike could already feel his scaled sheath distend the tip of his broad length pressing against the tight leather armor strapped over his body.
Xexyz prrred deeply, shutting the door and gazing over Spike. "Such a nice body you have, Spike." He slowly stepped towards the barbarian, extending a paw and trailing it over the cloak that still encompassed most of the lizardman. Spike smiled, enjoying the quite blatant act and enjoying the lack of social orders and rules that had so encompassed his life. Hurriedly, he began to strip off his cloak. As soon as it was off, Xexyz stayed his hand.
"Despite going this far, there are some things that should not be rushed." He purred sibilantly. His paw trailing over the lizardman's chest. He slid into the bed, propping himself up like some ancient Roman emperor, his thick, silvery tail lashing behind him. "Strip for me, Spike. I enjoy watching my... lovers, undress."
Now he felt the heat rising to his cheeks. Sex, he could do. He had no issue or problem with that. Undressing in a sensual manner, however, is not something that comes easily to a barbarian. The patience required alone is why most tear clothing from their potential lovers. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and tried to meter his movements, slowing them down purposefully to provide the best show he could for this luxuriating half-dragon.
Trailing his broad paws up along the thick slab of his chest, he slowly began by undoing the lacings on either shoulder, letting the leather slip out of the knots and fall to the floor like a delicate feather. The armor sagged from one shoulder, the leather parting to reveal the undershirt of nearly transparent linen. Slowly he began to undo the other, letting it fall as well. The top of the armor sagged, dropping over the lower half of his chest, exposing the broad expanse of his chest, supple, powerful muscle rising and falling beneath the tightly stretched linen shirt. Xexyz smiled, rumbling his approval as Spike continued. Unlacing the thick belt around his waist, the jerkin of his armor fell to the floor, puddling at his feet. He stretched, partly out of reflex, the shirt twisting and pulling tighter around the heavyset body and over the smooth, flat belly. A twist too far and the cheap fabric tore, a slash of bright green appearing across his chest as the moisture-slaked shirt gave up it's last. Xexyz gasped a little at this, grinning broadly, so the lizardman felt it would be best to continue in this vein.
Claws extended, he tore of the shirt, ripping every shred of fabric from his torso and casting it aside. The remnants dropped in a heap to reveal a vast acre of reptilian beauty. Every muscle rippled beneath his scales, cords of sinew rippling and twisting as he brushed his paws over his chest, his own rumbling adding to the half-dragon's. Trailing his paws down, eyes still closed, he unbuckled the belt around the oiled chaps that served as the lower part of his armor. He licked his lips and smiled again, whipping the belt out and dropping it to the floor with a clunk. The heavy leather still clung to his powerful thighs, strapped tightly around his calves and behind his ankle. He purred a little to himself, his paws darting down with lightning speed, quite unexpected for a reptile of his bulk, and a few moments, only a loincloth, smelling heavily of musk, remained on the barbarian's body. Xexyz stood, a broad grin on his muzzle that would not go away. He drew up against Spike, sliding his arms around the lizardman and kissing his passionately, twining his tongue with the other reptile's as he pressed his body close to Spike's. Spike has no desire to watch a strip tease, particularly after the patience required of him to simply do one. He licked at Xexyz's lips; his claws brandished again and tore off the finer garments of the half-dragon, stripping him down to only his silver scales.
Beneath the finery that had once hung around his shoulders, a wiry build of pure energy was revealed. Lithe and dexterous, the half-dragon obviously had some elf in him. His chest was slight, but from the definition, powerful enough to equal the barbarian's. Spike's paws slid up to the half-dragon's torso, worshipping the pure beauty the radiated from Xexyz. Another kiss was met, scaled lips pressing to scaled lips, arms sliding around each others bodies. It was Xexyz who threw the barbarian onto the bed first, the heavy lizard slamming into the thin mattress and shuddering the frame as well as the floor below. He met Xexyz with equal lust. His thick sheath already distended, the tip of his cock trails down along the half-dragon's belly, pressing sharply and suddenly into Xexyz's warm slit, spreading it open as the lizardman's length grew of his scaled sheath. Xexyz gasped, throwing his head back as he found that the lizard was large in other ways too. The heavy cock pushed and ground against the half-dragon's own hidden shaft, pounding against it and pummeling it down and preventing his from reaching erection. The sensations were more than enough to make up for it, however. The feeling of the large barbarian pounding into him, oozing his musk-laden precum inside the half-dragon's slit was enough to send shiver's up Xexyz's spine. Spike however, had begun to sink into his rut. His eyes rolled back as both paws roughly grabbed Xexyz's hips, pulling them down against the monstrous cock, forcing it as deep as it would go within the distended confines of the half-dragon's slit. The lizardman's thrusting became ragged, rough, jackhammering it way in and out of the dragon's slippery flesh. Finally, with a bellow that shook the ceiling, the lizard came, and came hard. Load after load of thick, creamy lizardcum splattered against Xexyz's abused cock, draining out of his slit and pouring over the bed and the lizardman's sheath. Spike clutched Xexyz tightly, groaning and panting as he emptied well over a month of travel's frustrations into the half-dragon, clutching his lover tightly until the last of his seed dribbled out of the tip.
Xexyz shuddered, quite unused to such rough treatment by a lover, but thoroughly enjoying the lizardman's passionate lovemaking. He felt the thick shaft slide out of his slit, his body now being shafted and pushed to the mattress. Delicate kisses drew down along his chest and over his belly, the lizardman's skilled tongue tickling over every scale, tracing over every inch of hidden muscle before it drew softly along the lips of Xexyz's slit. Spike again took no pause, pushing his muzzle between the stretched, scaled flesh and flickering his tongue inside the musky slit, caressing the hidden dragoncock as well as tasting his own cum mingled with the scent of his lover. Claws dug into the bed as Xexyz moaned, his body shuddering as he felt his shaft erect almost immediately, sliding smoothly and perfectly into Spike's eager and talented muzzle. The thick length pushed back into the lizardman's throat but he did not miss a beat, thrusting the thick shaft down his neck and wrapping his tongue around the base, suckling the dragon's length just and hungrily as he did his own during his times of passionate rage. Powerful paws again gripped Xexyz's hips as the green scaled lips bobbed over the thick shaft, slathering every inch of it's length with the forked tongue, drinking down the vestiges of lizard cum and the newly forming droplets of pre that dribbled from the aroused dragon's shaft.
Xexyz's hips began to hunch, thrusting his length needfully between those scaled lips, watching as his monstrously huge reptile suckled hungrily at his shaft, drinking down his musk and bobbing his muzzle in time with the thrusts. His lower half still dripped with the thick seed he had released earlier, the glossy streaks of semen making his groin look as though it were oiled. Between his legs, however, that massive length still throbbed, oozing what appeared to be fresh precum as he milked the dragon to expertly with his mouth. Xexyz tensed and could hold back no longer. Thick streams of hot dragoncum poured out of him, splattering back against the lizardman's throat, drooling into his stomach as he suckled eagerly on the spasming cock. Xexyz hunched and cried out. He had had lovers before, even ones with intensity, but never one so driven by passions and with such intensity as this barbarian. He didn't even realize that the last of his cum and trickled out onto the lizardman's tongue or that the muzzle had been removed from his shaft. He felt a shifting, as if the huge beast at the end of the bed as drawing itself up. His lulled head slowly rose, in time to see a bright green scaled ass. The globes of the lizardman's haunches were perfect and firm, dimples were visible, even beneath his scales as he repositioned himself, straddling the dragon and laying his thick tail between Xexyz's legs. Spike was not finished yet. He drove himself down onto Xexyz's shaft, pushing the thick length deep inside his backside. He had never done this before, as was hesitant as first, but now he was lost to his passions. He needed this, the feeling of a thickness spreading him open and the feel of hot cum flooding his insides. He slammed himself down against the dragon's hips and began to buck against him, riding up and down along the thick pole, thrusting it in and out of his tight passage.
The rippling muscles of his backside clenched and stroked along the half-dragon's thickness, squeezing it so deliciously inside his monster of a lizardman. Xexyz could only moan, resting his paws on Spike's hips and hunching against him. Both bodies moved by desire alone, the heavy lizardman riding the dragon's cock and the dragon in turn fucking the lizardman soundly. Xexyz growled and bit at Spike's neck, wrestling him to the bed as his hips continued to pump against that sweet, tight little rump. Spike slammed himself back onto that shaft eagerly, needfully, whimpering with every powerful thrust and begging for more. Lips met in another impassioned kiss as both Spike and Xexyz climaxed. Spike's thick shaft erupted across the scaled bellies and chests, coating both bodies in thick, sticky seed. Xexyz in turn, upon feeling the tight convulsion's of his lover's climax, shot his thick seed deep into Spike's bowels, flooding his insides with burning hot dragoncum. The two rode out the mutual pleasure, shuddering against each other at the height and collapsing just as suddenly as the last of both their seed trickled back out. Xexyz shuddered, leaning up against the big lizard as the broad, muscled arms wrapped around him. A knock came at the door and the tavern owner, in a meek voice, asked if everything was alright. Spike growled loudly and let out a roar that sent the owner scrambling back down the stairs. Xexyz grinned and stole another kiss before the two of them settled into a restful slumber.