Serg
First story, so I'd love your feedback :3
A cathartic piece from yours truly.
It's never easy looking myself in the mirror, and today was no different. Messy whiskers. Flumpy, lethargic hair. Semi-grimace. Smiling just wasn't for me. I try to avoid those fleeting moments of self-awareness. Indulging in a small pint of ice cream or mindless gaming is far healthier for my psyche, I think.
Still, the mood seems to have caught me - pushing my desk chair to the side, I slide down, back to the floor, and watch the ceiling fan spin, spin, spinning; the rhythmic creak of each whirl before my eyes. Almost...peaceful...just watch. Just watching. Ugh. One stray thought stings me, and I'm back again on this hard wooden floor, wondering what in the nine hells I'm doing with myself.
I'm an adult. I'm supposed to be past this childish nonsense of wallowing in misery.
Money can buy anything, can't it? Perhaps a nice bottle of wine would help. I need to forget...something. I push the thought away before it fully forms. Don't get me wrong - I do have friends, but I'd rather not tire them out with the same story. It's been a year but I still can't get over it...nothing has changed, except my skills at hiding it. I used to rant into cyberspace, until they found my online handle too. I don't go there anymore.
I need to get out and do something. Already picking up the phone, dialing his number. "Sergal? Yeah, it's me again. I need the usual." And that was it. I wasn't sure what I was going to do...but now, it felt just right to stay put. I needed to get comfortable, and looser clothes would help me set the mood. One paw peeling off my shirt and pants, tossing them to the corner, pattering over to the bed and sinking down on the mattress. I felt...warm, somehow? It felt nice to stay put, and so I did. I stayed right there, on the bed.
...
"Thanks for coming, ser. Step right in."
I blinked, unsure. And there was that widely grinning face, gleaming sharp teeth and yellow eyes roaming over my bare body. He was a friend, he'd seen me before...there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
"Don't mind if I do, dragon. Your name will be 'James', tonight."
I frowned at that. My name is James, isn't it? What an odd way to phrase it. Shrugging lightly, I step aside, taking his suitcase in and setting it next to the coat rack. I turn around, and he's already tugging his suit off, his exquisite white chest adorned with delicate soft fluff that I so love burying my cheeks to.
"Eyes up, James. Look at me."
I instantly straighten up, staring into the mellow gold orbs, and deeper into the dark rusted orange. It's not rude to stare when it's your friend, isn't it?
"Usually once a month. But now weekly. It's getting worse, isn't it?"
I nod, not even sure what he's talking about. But I nod anyway. He frowns at me.
"You'll call in sick tomorrow. Stomach flu. For now, look at me. Look deeper."
And I did. I wanted to, anyway. The gold spills out, spreading over the room...engulfing his form, then right to the very edges of my sight, then it moves, the darker orange pulling to the center, then fanning out into a warm sun, very slowly now, a spin...spin...spinning; the rhythm of each swirl pulsing over my body, draining the energy from my limbs.
"No thoughts. Nothing at all."
I sink to my knees, the gold still there, still spinning. It keeps me in place, swaying softly, and arms to the side, tongue hanging out. One stray thought at the edge, and the gold rushes in...flooding...full. No more. None at all. The gold wraps around me, and I feel safe, feel warm. The tight coils guiding my arms, raising up, unbuckling Ser's pants, the cloth sliding down and my paws running up and around his lovely warm furred thighs. My paws cupping his heavy balls, squeezing them softly, hearing Ser moan happily and call my name.
"Goooood, James. Good boy. That's my good obedient dragon."
His paw on my head, and his warmth flows over me, pouring over the top of my brow, cascading over, filling my chest and belly with fire, pooling at the tips of my toes. He pulls me closer, and I nuzzle his fur, his musky sac resting on my muzzle. I know what he wants, and I need it too. I need it so badly.
His smooth cock already jutting out proudly, the slick dark red throbbing curve a delicious contrast against his light belly. I lap up the small pearl of precum off the tip, addicted to the taste of him. Wrapping my tongue around the head, licking, teasing for more. He calls my name, and waves of happiness rush over me. Ser needs me, too. He wants me, praises me to continue.
And so I do, swallowing his tip in with a hungry slurp, sliding past my tongue to tap the roof of my mouth. I tilt my head slightly, angling his shaft better to fit my maw, stretching my jaw a little until his knot taps my nose. I can't satisfy that bit the way I am now, the best I can do is to offer my tail up to Ser. For now, I moan around his cock, his scent wafting up and filling my thoughts completely. I need to taste it, too.
The rhythm, I bob my head to it, suckling tightly on his shaft, squeezing my lips as tight as I can on it, loving the small bumps and large veins running up and down Ser's cock. Not much longer now, I can feel Ser leaning over me, moaning my name louder, paw pressing harder on the back of my head, and I thrust his cock into my maw harder too, breathing through my nose, sucking so hungrily-
It explodes and shivers, thick goopy loads of sergal cum splashing to the back of my throat, flowing down into my belly. I bury my nose to Ser's soft warm groin as he moans my name softly, Ser's warmth filling me up inside. I smile and blush, happy to have pleased Ser.
I get up on my feet, unsure....leaning close, and kissing Ser on the lips. For a moment there, he seemed surprised, then back to his usual grin again, unfazed. I grind my hard cock to him, but never touching my own throbbing heat myself, because Ser orders me not to.
I'm a good obedient dragon, after all.
I want to kiss him again, but he presses his finger to my lips.
"I'm staying the night, James. You know what to do."
I'm already turning about, lifting my tail and slyly winking back at Ser, swaying it gently from side to side as I move towards the bed. I lay on it with rump facing outwards, hard cock tucked between my legs, ready for Ser to bed me. With a short grunt, he clambers on the mattress, pulling me close and pressing his hard throbbing cock in between my cheeks. He purrs as he thrusts his hips, the tip catching at my tailhole but quickly sliding past each time, happy to just keep me needy, leaking. I can feel his full knot against my back, and I whine, wanting to keep it inside me this time - but he merely chuckles.
"Sleep now, James."
A single black drop taints the gold, and the darkness spirals outwards, drawing me in....impossible to look away...limbs so heavy, Ser's warm breath over my neck...in...and out....in....out...in.......