A Night's Prey
The moon was bright tonight, an almost makeshift sun for the large, scaled beast that shifted from its slumber. Drawing itself upwards, broad paws stroked along its chest and down over its smooth narrow waist, a yawn revealing an accentuated line of teeth. Slowly blinking the sleep from its eyes, it drew itself to the window. Huge, bay windows, looking out over the city. One-way glass prevented the annoyance of the sun from entering into the broad expanse of the loft.
The silvery-light silhouetted the dark form, giving shape to the shapeless and revealing that this creature was very male indeed. A heavy shaft arched from his slit, reaching upwards to the lower part of his belly, shifting and swaying as his lithe movements were intensified by the bright moonlight. Slowly, he drew a paw along his belly, the thick tail behind him swaying slowly as he gazed out over the city.
Tonight, he knew, was the time. He sighed softly to himself, shaking his head. This meant, the outfit and with it, the preparation. Wistfully he thought back to a time when all this seemed easier, less complicated and less guesswork on his behalf. He smiled broadly. However much he hated getting into the outfit, he did so enjoy the reactions it got out of others.
Slowly walking across the expanse of the loft he touched along the seam of a wall, trailing a sharp claw along it until it reached a finely crafted brass handle. He gripped it firmly, pulling open the closet to reveal a wardrobe as black as his scales. Picking through the garments, he began to remove the mortal accouterments he was forced to wear. A tight vinyl shirt, just barely able to stretch over his graceful frame, he pulled into place with a grunt or two. The synthetic fabric held tightly to his body, clinging and emphasizing the finer curves of his chest. If there was one thing he did appreciate, it was the modern works of art that people could now make out of their bodies.
Black leather pants were next, slipping over the dragon's lithe thighs and buckling around his waist. The hide also clung tightly to its wearer, particularly in the back where it had been tailored for his thick tailbase. Next, buckled metal bracers, strapped tightly to his forearm, each with a slot where in a light bar was deftly slid. A looped metallic harness was shrugged over his shoulders, passing under his pectorals and hugging his waist. Finally a lightweight metallic blue overcoat completed the outfit, a set of locking clasps trailing down the front. He left this open, always, as his desire to be warm had left long ago and the attention for his shirt was more than the jacket garnered. Tying his hair back, he shoved a few more glowing items into his pockets before stepping out into the night, ending up only a few blocks away in a large warehouse.
Here, the music was loud, though again he no longer feared loss of his hearing. The rhythm was palatable, the reverberations in his chest always made him purr, it was a welcome sensation in world where he had so few anymore. He hung to the wall, occasionally moving, appearing to enjoy himself. It was not the party he was here for, though he did enjoy attending them some just for the sheer thrill, but for someone. His eyes scanned with cold precision, glancing from writhing body to body until the lit upon a rather dexterous young dragon.
His scales were quite obviously painted up in bright silvers and chromes, his body writhing and moving swiftly to the rapid pulse of the music. In his paws he held the tools of his obsession, glowsticks and the will to use them. A swath was cut around him, many watching him out of the corner of their eyes in quiet awe and appreciation for another lover of dance. The young dragon was exactly what he was looking for, and so with his own skills, he began to move forward.
At first, he danced on the periphery, watching and studying. Then, he moved in. The young dragon sneered a little, enjoying his sense of glory in the room, and proceeded to make his movements even more complex and exaggerated. The black dragon, however, did not miss a step. What the young dragon may have had in vitality, the black one had in experience and an unearthly grace. Slowly, the movements drew nearer, the younger dragon becoming steadily more entranced by other dragons rhythmic movements and subtle sexuality. The ring grew as more eyes turned to the dragon in the midst, the two of them moving almost as one, brushing against each other, exchanging tokens of light, until it became to everyone else, a swirling, shaking, dance of pure energy. The music shifted, as if another force willed it at that very moment and the one broke into two. The young dragon was slaked with sweat and glowed with exertion, while the black dragon simply smiled, and led the young dragon to another room.
Within the quieter confines of the room, the black dragon fed the younger one fruit and water, letting him catch his breath and sense of self. Even the black dragon was impressed; he rarely got a reaction so passionate and driven as that. It was a cherished thing indeed. Slowly, they conversation turned to names and places of residence. The type of simple conversations that often happened in otherwise awkward silences.
"Xexyz." The young dragon said, in reference to his name.
"Tazo..." The black dragon said. It was as good a name to use as any in this case.
"So... where do you live, Tazo?"
Tazo smiled, knowing his chance when he had it. A few whispered things into the younger dragon's ear and the two were not long to reaching Tazo's door. The younger dragon twitched and vibrated, sensing something in the air, something far more interesting than even the rhythmic music and motion from the party. This was exciting, electrifying, almost, dangerous. The door opened into the large room and Xexyz had stepped but a single step before Tazo's paw leapt for his neck and he crumpled to the ground.
Time had no meaning for the young dragon until his eyes slowly opened. He was in a dark room, though not the same as the room he had been in before. In this one the walls seemed to absorb light as well as sound, his breathing echoing within the confines. His arms and legs he found strapped, spread-eagled above and below. He tugged on his restraints, shuddering a little as he noticed he was also bare, completely. His lithe, scaled body laid out on display. He heard movement and tried to look.
Tazo drew himself out from the shadows, smiling up at Xexyz. Already the room had filled with the young dragon's scent, a reaction to his situation. The young dragon's questions were met with only silence as Tazo lowered himself to his knees and began to nuzzle softly at Xexyz's belly. The sensation made the young dragon quiver, his body tensing as the feather-light touches of the black dragon's muzzle seemed to pour through him, his whole body tingling with only a single touch. Slowly, Tazo began to trail his muzzle downwards, his thin tongue flickering out to lick over the younger dragon's sensitive slit. This elicited a deep groan. The young dragon twitched, pulling at the restraints, shuddering under the intimate caress of Tazo's skilled tongue. The thin, milky-white flesh dipped inside Xexyz's slit, trailing along the ridges and brushing over the dragon's hidden cock.
Xexyz shuddered, arching his hips as best he could against the dark dragon's exploring muzzle, humping towards that teasing tongue. His tail lashed behind him, scaled lips parted as his cock slowly began to draw forward from his body, the thick black length arching from his teased slit and hanging like a great weight between his thighs. Tazo reveled in this the scent and taste of his marvelous catch, it was heady. Now, however was the time to work up his newest prey, push him to the brink so that the dark dragon might better enjoy the silvery raver-dragon before him. The dark dragon's paws began to explore Xexyz's scaled form, clawtips trailing over the painted, scaled hide. Teasing along the ridges of muscle, between the cleft of his taut, supple young rump and beneath the thick base of his tail. Tazo pressed himself against his catch, running his silken smooth scales over Xexyz. Grinding against the dragon, rubbing all over as Xexyz could over ride the wave of the sensations. His cock stood painfully erect between his thighs, the tip slick with precum and sheath fluids. Every time a drop threatened to fall, the dark dragon's skillful tongue would appear, as if out of nowhere, engulfing the translucent pearl of musk and trailing along Xexyz's cock as if to beg for more.
Xexyz shuddered now, speech driven from him as the sensations continued to wash over. He broke out in a sweat, his body glistening with moisture from his overwhelming arousal. Now, Tazo's nostrils flared, as the hunger grew within him. His tounge darted over more of the silvery dragon now, bushing beneath tail and over chest, flickering to and fro. Finally, Tazo could hold back no longer, and gripped Xexyz roughly. His tongue bathed over every inch of the young dragon, gathering each precious drop of sex-sweat. Slathering over the youth's sleek back and down over his rumpcheeks. Delving beneath the thick tailbase and even within Xexyz's tight underpassage.
Once every drop was collected, every inch of the young dragon shined as if he were freshly polished. Tazo prred deeply, lost within the whirl of his feeding desires. He slid his paws down along Xexyz's thighs, gripping them firmly, but gently, as his muzzle drew close to the young dragon's slit. Eagerly, he pressed beneath the hot, throbbing dragoncock above, dark scaled lips parting as he drank deeply of the musky fluids within the dragon. His tongue washing along the sensitive flesh that lined Xexyz's slit walls. Trailing over the hidden bulges of the young dragon's testicles and deep into the many folds within. Xexyz nearly screamed, his body wracked with pleasure he had not known before, a desire welling up in him that was held at the brink and could go no further. He whimpered to Tazo, begging, pleading, wishing release, but Tazo was drunk with the heady fluids of the youth, licking the dragon's slit almost dry of it's fluids. Slowly the black muzzle drew back, glossy and musk covered. The dark dragon's eyes burned as he gazed up at Xeyxz, the lithe dragon's every muscle tensed and locked in sensations beyond that which living creature may achieve.
In that moment, Tazo licked his lips. This one was his. This dragon would be his possession and his object. This was his will, and so it shall be done. Kissing along Xexyz's inner thigh, he nibbled softly, dexterous tongue and lips finding the tendons, the places he knew so well in the bodies of all his prey. It was as this point that he sank his teeth, his sharp fangs punching through the dragon's hide as if it were bare flesh. Xexyz roared and shuddered, his body filled with a power he had not known before, a feeling of utter perfect pleasure, sensations that only gods themselves might know. From this youth, Tazo drew blood, the headiest and most satisfying of nectar for his kind, but far from the most savory. He drank little from Xexyz, only truly marking him in body and soul through the act, not seeking sustenance, as the dragon's slit and sweat and more than amply provided. Xexyz pulsed and throbbed, his body shimmering with the intensity that ran through his veins. Tazo drew back slowly, drawing his tongue to seal the wound and the charm. He drew himself up against Xexyz, pressing his own slit to the tip of the dragon's cock, and spearing himself forward onto it, pulling the dragon's cock deep within his body.
"Come." Tazo said sibilantly to the young dragon.
Xexyz erupted within the dark dragon's slit, flooding Tazo's insides with steaming hot seed. The young dragon felt his strength being poured out though the orgasm, his body wracked against and again as every drop forced its way out of his body and into the body of his seducer. Cum dripped from Tazo's slit, the dragon's groin bulging from the volume it already contained. Soon, Xexyz fell slack, passing out from the encounter as his breathing slowed. Tazo smiled, curling up at the base of Xexyz's feet, pushing his muzzle into his own slit and eagerly gorging himself on the remains of the young dragon's passions. He would definitely keep this one for a very long while.