Across Soaked Shores
So, I've got this wolf and dragon couple that have appeared in Upon Soaked Earth and In Soaked Arms. Unfortunately, these events aren't documented from personal experience, despite my mate being a wolf and myself being a blue dragon. They've become kind of a wish sorta thing for me; filled with events that I would like to have experienced, in ways I find appealing because of my love for water.
These stories were originally meant to be a little exploration of first-person, in-mind storytelling. I've gone a slightly different route this time, though. It's the same characters, same love of water (which is very me), and some very public fun together. However, I tried this time to take a more memory-based approach to the feel of the story, rather than simply a ‘thoughts as they come' deal like I did with the first two Soaked stories. Here's hoping it came out well, and that you'll all enjoy it!
Oh! This story's been simultaneously uploaded at my now-active FA page. If you like my stuff on here and want to see my stories in their original, Word Document format, check it all out there as well. Enjoy, in whatever format you like!
- Faora
Across Soaked Shores
There was a time in my life when I wasn't near the ocean. Sure, I grew up near it and all; I was a half-hour drive from some great beaches nearby, and an hour away from some that were absolutely spectacular. I've never forgotten them. I never will. My heart still burns for them sometimes... good grief, I sound like a nutcase. Suppose I can't help it, really. I remember my favourite beaches too clearly, and the good times I had there. Why wouldn't I go back to them?
Kings was great for the surf, and the carpark behind the beach always seared my feet whenever I went to it. Golden was perfect for the calmer waters, though it always felt weird to be there without many others. Good place to sit for fish and chips at dinner, though. I remember as a kid playing near a drainage pipe at Dicky, just outside a caravan park we frequented, and the name of the beach always made me chuckle even as my mother angrily told me to get away from the filthy thing. I never did listen to her, heh... Then there was Moffat... wouldn't be caught dead in the seaweed-ridden water there, but damn did the shops nearby have good burgers... If I die right now, my one regret would be not getting another one of those burgers since those days.
When my grandfather moved further north, I spent some time at Kawana. Oh, the waves used to crash down hard before they washed up on the beach. I'd sit beneath them and just let myself be tumbled around. There was something about the way the waves just robbed me of all control that I found... oddly soothing. It was completely in spite of a fear of drowning I keep hold of to this day.
Then I moved... and I moved again, and again, and again. The beaches of my youth vanished away from me, and I had to live away from the ocean. I didn't quite know what to do, at first. Pools are great, but they're not the same, you know? Even salt water pools just don't feel right. Sure, I had a great time as I travelled around. I learned a lot about myself, other people, and life in general that I mightn't have learned any other way. I gained boons, and I suffered losses. But there was always the ocean in the back of my mind, beckoning me back.
Are there others like me? My wolf certainly seems to understand the way I am with water to some degree. He knows how it makes me feel. He feels the same way about the ocean, but... it's different, even while it's the same. I was so glad when we got the chance to head back nearer the beach. Our first home... the first one we owned. No more than a five minute drive from a nice, quiet little beach. I remember how I jumped into his arms, I was so excited. I couldn't possibly have been more blown away when he took me down to see the beachfront, after we'd stowed all the boxes of moving stuff.
The sand was soft and hot as the summer sun of the late morning beat down over it. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky, and the waves lapped at the shore like a feral dog at the water bowl. Kits and cubs and children of all sorts ran about in the sun, and dove both into and away from the soft waves. Parents watched on as they bathed in the sunlight, and scantily-clad youths sought to impress one another. I leaned against my wolf's side, and I remember how I asked him if it was a real place. He laughed and just asked me if it was what I remember from being a hatchling, myself. Visions of Kings flashed through my mind unbidden, as we walked down to the beach itself.
I wasted not a single moment. I tossed my towel and shirt aside the moment my feet hit the sand, and I bolted right for the water. The ocean tugged at my board shorts the moment I hit the waves, and I stumbled for a brief moment against the water's flow. I remember how I'd grinned back at my wolf, still far behind me as the waves drew back. I allowed them to tug me away with their flow, and my scales shimmered in the light as they were submerged. My breath held, I ducked my head under the waves with closed eyes.
The ocean's never silent... anyone who's ever been in one can tell you that. Above the surface is the crash of the waves, and the sound of civilization all around it continuing on its day. Beneath it, civilization melts away. Still though, the sound of the sea itself is ever present to one willing to listen. The ebb and flow of the tide swirls around you, strokes and caresses your body as you give yourself over to its embrace. There's something magical about the sea's grip; gentle in one moment, harsh and vicious in the next. I love water with a passion that borders on obsession, yeah... but the sea is always something wholly different.
When my head broke the surface again, I found myself quite a bit deeper than I had expected. I felt my legs kick me out further; as I'd floated beneath the waves, something in me had driven my body further from the beach. I smiled and spread my wings out over the water to balance myself as I tread water with short kicks, and I watched as my wolf charged in through the waves and headed out towards me. Gods... I love water, but I hate that wet dog smell. Sure, I get used to it around him, but... ugh. It's so nice to have scales, even if that plush fur is nice to the touch.
I went to meet him halfway, turning away from the distant depths to head towards shallower water. My wolf caught me as I was pushed forward by a wave, and I giggled as he pulled me against himself. There was that damn wet dog smell again, but it didn't matter much to me in that moment. Why would it? My nostrils were filled with the scent of the surf. The smell alone makes me hungry... I'm voracious near the ocean. I wonder sometimes if that's just me, or if others feel the same way. Never quite understood it.
He asked me how I was, I think... no. No, he asked me what I was thinking then. I only laughed; how could he even ask me that question? I was in heaven so far as I was concerned. Before that point, it'd been years since I'd felt the tug of the waves. Hell, before that point it had been about a year since I'd even been in a pool. I held him tight as I leaned up and kissed his lips gently... and I held my breath just as much. All I could offer him was my thanks, for bringing me there. There were no words to explain how I felt, and so I just held him.
He's a big boy, my wolf. I know he is. I intimately know he is... and I knew it well back then, too. I dunno why I blushed when I felt that bulge of his grind against mine. Probably was cause of where we were, I suppose; there were cubs playing all about us, others watching and taking care of them, and more than enough people whose field of view we currently occupied. It probably wouldn't have bothered me at all, except I remember how my mind had shot to that bulge of his, and all the lovely things he did with it. Oh, to be a fox, that my attitude towards him not seem so odd...
I remember how he drew back from me, asking what was wrong. How could I possibly tell him? No one was in earshot; I could have told him right there all manner of terrible things not suitable for the ears of the young. All I could do was sit there and squirm against him, the cool of the ocean water around me from the chest down as I felt the bulge in his pants grind against me. I remember how I felt the tingle of my malehood as I whimpered to him finally that I was going to get hard if he kept so close to me.
So naturally he pressed in closer, didn't he? I swear, he can be such a bastard sometimes... not that I was really complaining back then, was I? Yeah, it felt good. I squeezed him tighter and pressed my whole body against him, and suddenly the wet-dog smell didn't quite bother me. I wriggled myself against his bulge as I felt it begin to press harder against me, and I buried my muzzle in the side of his neck to moan quietly as he held me. He's such a bastard, but I wasn't going to let him stop. Not anymore. He knows just what buttons to press... and it didn't help to feel the flow of the ocean around me and through those thin shorts, either.
The cool of the water against the heat of my malehood drew a gasp from me. How could it not? He didn't even let up for a moment; a second later I felt the back of my shorts drawn away from my body, followed swiftly by the front. Submerged as they were and out of the sight of everyone else on the beach, I still yipped slightly and tried to pull away from the wolf as he tried to expose me. I knew from the way he wormed his paw into my shorts to grope at my backside what he was thinking, but I didn't think he could seriously expect to get away with it. I mean... there were people everywhere...
It didn't faze him, and he wasn't about to let me protest. I remember how he leaned down and whispered in my ear to stop fighting it. He told me how he knew I was enjoying it... and as he ground against my fully hard malehood again, I remember how helpless I'd felt before his advance. Sweet surrender, I guess... but he had me, and he knew it. I made one last half-hearted attempt to ward him off... suggested that people would know, or something. He just told me to hush up and enjoy it... that if they found out, they found out. He squeezed my rump again, and a submissive rush ran through my body. I can still feel it, just thinking about how utterly in control of me he was.
I didn't realize until he pulled my shorts down slightly in the water that he'd already surreptitiously dropped his own. I shuddered as I felt his hard shaft against mine... that was when the situation became really real to me, I think. I remember how I'd looked around, worried that the attention of the whole beach had been on us. My wolf just whispered to me that no one was watching, that we were all alone out there in the waves. I definitely moaned that time, and I'm pretty sure a little spurt of my pre was lost to the surf at the suggestion.
That was when he spun me around, wasn't it...? Yeah... my malehood cut through the water as the waves lifted and lowered us, and I groaned again at the sensation. I didn't argue, or suggest we stop, or fight the wolf behind me in any way. All I cared about was the caress of the water around the lower half of my body, and the sudden heat against my back of his body as he held me close. The added sensation of his length pressed down between my cheeks didn't really help me wanna fight, either. Instead I wriggled my hips, pressed tighter back against him, and moaned unashamedly. Course, a nice big wave washed over us at that point, so I got a mouthful of salty sea water... but I didn't particularly care too much.
The water in my mouth was promptly spat back out again to make room for a breath of air as I felt my wolf push forward and against me firmly. Water's not really good lube, and it doesn't help that the surf washed away his pre... but what can I say? We are determined. I think that's why he stopped with shoving just his tip into me, and I'm pretty damn glad he did. As used to being taken by him as I was and am, I still felt a sting of pain. He held me closed as I winced and hissed quietly, and I flexed my tailring around the head of his shaft as he began to slowly kiss up and down my neck.
It didn't take much to relax me further, between his gentle kisses and the flow of the ocean around me. I remember how we rocked back and forth slowly with the waves. He didn't shove forward into me an inch more, and I didn't buck back as hard into him as I usually do. No... no, we took it slow and gentle. We didn't even really need to move ourselves; the flow of the tide was more than enough. He slid into me with almost painful slowness, and my own shaft was left to pulse and throb in the ocean's cool grip, untouched but for the waves.
The cool of the water wrapped around my lower body and mingled with the heat of my wolf's malehood as it was shifted inside me by the waves. His paws remained above the water as they rubbed over my chest, belly and sides, and it probably played a large part in convincing the people that might have watched us that we were simply two lovers engaged in a sweet little embrace in the tide. They couldn't have known the way I felt the base of his shaft pulse against my tight tailring, or the soft little pants he made over my damp neck whenever I flexed my muscles down around his length. The crash of the waves and the sea breeze carried the restrained sound of our pleasure far from their ears, and the scents of our acts were washed away by the ocean's saltiness. In reflection, it's about the only thing I don't like about that time in the sea. I love the scent of my wolf and I as we play.
He stroked so slowly, gently over my body as he held me. I could have moved at any time; I could have pulled off him completely, or shifted away, or bucked back harder against him. I didn't. Even with all the ability in the world to do so, and the urge deep inside me to feel his hips pump back and forth as he worked at taking me in earnest, I found myself utterly frozen in his grasp. I didn't want to move. I didn't want him to simply rut me, as we so often did to our mutual pleasure. I sure as hell didn't want to pull off him entirely; once that puppy stuffs himself in my backside, I never let him go without filling me, heh heh... I remember how it felt to simply stand there on my shaky legs with him.
It was like I lost all sense of self, as the ocean's flow guided his hips against my backside and away again. I didn't feel like myself... I don't really know what I felt like. I was just another little dragon in those moments. My wolf ceased to become anything more or less than simply mine, and I his. Who we were didn't matter, nor what we looked like. The bright sky faded away from my perceptions, and I no longer cared about the sight of the others on the beach. They didn't matter to me in the slightest. I felt like the sea washed away all that I was, and all that he was, and everything else in the world until all that was left in our place was... well, us. I don't know if I could ever explain the sense of perfection I felt in those moments. It was... well, kind of like my first time with him, come to think of it.
But that was so much earlier than this, and I never felt myself surrender so completely either before or after this one time with him. I became like the water, lost in the flow of the tide, the movement of up and down and back and forth, over and over and over again. The movement of my body against that of the wolf that held me became fluid as water, and the length of my body rolled back against him like a crested wave, crashing down against his shores with a twitch of my hips. He rose to meet each and every wave, and his fingers tightened in their grip of my body. I found the strength to remain standing only through the feeling of rightness that pulsed through me with every moment I spent rolling back into my love.
I remember how my breaths seemed to speed up as I was taken by my wolf, but I also know that I never truly felt the excitement in my body either rise or fall. I go through so many stages in bed with my wolf that it's almost crazy, filled with peaks and troughs. There was nothing like that as the sun reached the top of the sky and passed well on by overhead. It was smooth and even, simple pleasure that set every nerve in my body alight with electric want. Something in it all heightened every single feeling that flowed through my body, from the tingles I felt in my legs every time his hips pushed flush against my backside to the dampness of my mouth as I parted my lips to moan softly when he drew back. Every sense was in overdrive, and yet my sense of touch was focused entirely on my own, untouched malehood.
My wolf's often told me how he loves the feel of my body wrapped around his shaft, especially when mixed with my moans of need and the scent of our lovemaking. And while I love the feel of the same, that warm snugness wrapped around my length... nothing in the world could possibly compare to what I experienced in his arms that time. The heat and tightness of any particular orifice doesn't translate to the sensation of being taken while in the cool of the ocean. There was that fullness in me, of course... that one that can't be replicated by any toy, and only felt when there's someone's body pressed against your own while they're taking you.
But the water was what made it. The tiniest shift in the waves, in the motion of the water all around us pulled and tugged at my malehood. Its flow sucked away the pre that flowed from my tip as the tide drew back, and swirled around my sensitive flesh as it was drawn towards the shore. The raw power of the ocean rubbed back and forth along my malehood, and my body rode along with the gentlest of its caresses. That body of water, with all the life and strength that it possessed, wrapped around my body and held me tightly. I could almost perceive it as a living thing in itself, as if it had a vested interest in guiding my body to greater pleasure as it coaxed my wolf into my backside. It doesn't matter how many people I tell the story to; they all think I'm insane. Maybe I was, in those moments. Surely it's insane to feel so good.
It was no real surrender of myself, now that I think about it. I never surrendered to my wolf; I never turned my control over to him, or let him lead me on. He coaxed me into the situation, certainly, but he was never in command of me. Nor did I surrender to the ebb and flow of the ocean itself; as much as it guided and surrounded me, I was fully able to move beyond its grip. I knew the time would come when I would have to, when my wolf would fill me up and our tryst would end, and I knew I would need to leave the ocean's grip. I also knew I'd be fully able to. I could have done it right then, in the middle of that deep lovemaking. I was fully in control of myself, as much as my wolf was in control of himself when in the throes of passion.
I think it's more that it eroded down everything that I was back down to everything that I am. Does that even make sense? I felt like all the events and trials of life had been scoured away by that gentle, eternal flow. All that had been left was my body and mind, in their purest state. And that purity of body was brought together with that of my wolf as he held me, his grip gentle as his love but firm as his passion. Never once did he push harder or softer than the water; he took his time, and every single moment to enjoy all that he felt, just as I did.
When the sky darkened, we didn't notice. When the first booms of distant thunder sounded, we didn't lift our heads to look. When the sea rose and fell harder, faster, stronger... by all that's good, did we feel it. It was all we needed to drive ourselves to the greater heights that we'd denied ourselves by binding our motions to that of the ocean. The waves came faster as they moved around us, stroking and tugging at my submerged malehood just that much more firmly. Sudden urgency gripped at my mind, and I remember how I'd simply known what was coming. It was a storm, far out to sea, and we were feeling the first effects of it. The wind grew a little colder as it whipped through my wolf's fur, but neither of us really noticed. The growing emptiness of the beach was just as far from our awareness at that point.
All that mattered to us was the flow, and each other. Back and forth we moved, little grunts and groans and cries and moans stolen away by the wind. The water slowly became more erratic, shifting its flow with the force of the distant storm. As that storm grew closer we felt its effects flow through and around us. Our heartbeats quickened as my wolf's length was driven into me by the energy of the surf just that much harder, and my own shaft tingled and twitched as I gave up more of my pre to the surge of the waves. Some rational part of my brain woke up slowly and became aware of what exactly was happening and why it was happening, but it was driven back into silence with the pleasure I felt. The knowledge of the storm throwing the sea into a frenzy was nothing compared to the sensation that the ocean itself was driving my wolf and I towards a deep, powerful climax.
The act felt so natural, so right while were we caught in the grip of those waves, pushing our bodies together harder and harder. My moans turned to whimpers of need as the sea pushed us on, harder and faster. It coaxed us together, bound his body to mine as we raced for our respective peaks. His knot swelled to its full size rapidly as the urgency of the waves grew and grew, and my whimpers of want and need became louder at the same rate.
Sea water isn't lube... and it was apparent to me plain as day when we started out. It became apparent to that part of my mind again when I felt that bulb of flesh at the base of his malehood press against me over and over again. With each wave that wrapped around us, I felt myself pushed back against it. My tailhole refused to give. I remember the shivers that I felt, each time that delicious girth press in tightly against me. I wanted it badly, because I knew what it would signify to take it. My wolf would be done and, if the past was any indicator, so would I. And so I relaxed against him. I fell limp in his arms, only my head lifted up as I leaned back into him. His hot breath washed over my cheek before the wind wiped it away.
Thunder rolled through the sky, and even from behind closed eyelids I could detect the flash of lightning off across the water. Need driven by urgency spurred me harder against my wolf, and my hips rolled with the tide back against him. I remember how his fingertips dug into me, pressed tightly against my body as he responded to my vigour in kind. Once more our voices rose in wordless pleasure, and I swear that if there had been anyone left on that beach, the waves couldn't have restrained the sounds of our passion. I was lost, and I'm pretty sure that my wolf was equally as far gone as I was.
My head lolled back as I felt my whole body begin to tingle. One of my arms slipped behind him and slid along his soaked back, and my hand cupped the back of his head gently. I leaned up even as I pulled him down, and my lips met his. The kiss was soft and gentle, and we held it even against the pull of the waves. I felt his breath pulse out of his nostrils even as my own did the same. My whole body twitched as I felt a hard wave drive his hips forward more sharply against me, and I moaned against my wolf's muzzle as his knot pushed against me again and again. With each grind of his hips and every push of the waves, I could feel myself relax more and more. My tailring stretched slowly, gently worked open by the persistence of the male behind me and the eagerness of my own body. For how lost in our act I was, I remember how badly I felt the need to be tied by him.
It took a while before he could slip that knot into me. We never rushed, or hurried, or pushed. The water guided us in every last motion. Even when our kiss broke, and even when I felt him push in deeper and deeper with that knot, neither one of us sped up the roll of our hips. We relaxed, and we let it happen by itself. I grunted and groaned and moaned and panted and gasped each time I felt his knot mashed against my backside, and each time I felt it make more headway. I remember how I wanted every wave to be the last, but at the same time how I wanted what I felt to never stop. I knew it had to, and I knew I wanted it, but... every moment truly defies description. It's all fuzzy in my head, and I'm only able to remember because of how sharp the sensations were.
I remember clearly when it happened, though; when it all reached the end. I remember how it felt when one particularly strong wave struck us, and sent us stumbling sideways towards the beach. I remember how half of his knot stretched out my tailring, and I remember quite clearly how it felt to have the tug of the receding water pull me back hard against my wolf's body. I remember how it popped the last of his knot into me, and I remember how my body just swallowed up his malehood. I took him into myself, and I squeezed down around him, and I couldn't let him go.
It hit us both at the same time, and our lips met again to stifle our cries of pleasure. A shared climax slammed into us like the waves themselves, our bodies burning even beneath the cool water around us. The pull of the waves wrapped around my pulsing malehood, and my seed was lost to the sea. My wolf's fingertips dug into my sides as he pressed into the kiss, and his own fluids passed from him and into my body, planted deep inside me. We shuddered and shook as pleasure flowed between us. I swear, it felt like my whole body tried to flood out of my malehood, so completely did I drain myself. Every drop of my wolf's seed was stopped up by that big knot as he ground himself against me, even as my own orgasm was stolen away by the tide.
Then... it's all hazy. I don't know how long we stood there, floating in the ocean. I know my wolf held me for every last moment of that time, and I know he never even tried to tug his shaft out of me, knot or no. I remember faintly the waves around us, and how they didn't seem to work us back and forth anymore. We moved together, he and I, as he held me tight. I know our kiss broke as the burning heat of climax faded into the warmth of afterglow, tempered by the cool sea around us and the chill rain as it began to fall. I know he laid his head on my shoulder, and we just fell silent. I know nothing needed to be said.
I remember that he was the first to move, afterwards. He pulled out of me slowly, carefully, his knot having deflated some time earlier. His arms continued to hold me tight, and that was when we both looked up into the sky. Dark clouds swirled overhead, lit from within by bright flashes of lightning. Icy rain struck us, and cold lines of water ran down like miniature rivers over our bodies before they were fed back into the sea. I continued to watch those clouds above us as they raced by overhead, as my wolf moved to protect our modesty before we left the embrace of the water. Heh... I remember how I didn't want to go; how I wanted to just stay there in the sea with him. That was when he showed me the watch on my wrist... we'd already been soaked in the ocean for a good few hours. It didn't feel possible... still doesn't, really. The proof was right there, though, and it couldn't be argued with.
It didn't help that, with the combination of our passionate actions and the salty sea air, I found that I was suddenly starving. I remember how I blushed and looked up at my wolf as I asked him if he wouldn't mind some late lunch. His laugh was soft, and he kissed my forehead as he said that he wouldn't mind it one little bit. It didn't take much to convince him to remind me of my childhood by going off to find some burgers, and then taking them back to the beach to eat.
The storm rolled by overhead, and it pelted us with rain. In the distance, lightning lashed the sky and struck at the ocean. Beside me was my wolf, snuggled up against my side, burger in paw. I remember how I smiled and I remember how I leaned up to kiss his cheek. He asked me why, and I told him it was just to thank him for taking me to the beach. He just smiled, held me close, and stuffed another burger into my hands.
Perfect day.
And there we go! I'm personally rather fond of how this came out, though it started out a little rough in comparison to another story I've been working on lately. Still, hopefully it's up to scratch with the rest of my more recent works on here. I try, I try! Also, those beaches I mentioned at the start of the story? All real places, in fact. I miss them.
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