The Best Gift to be Given
Story by Kael Duranus on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
I bet absolutely none of you expected this... The first chapter of this story has been on my mind lately, and I decided to do something with it. Seems like a good way to get back into writing some more adult fun. Anyways, enough yakking on my part. Hope you enjoy.
As always, do please let me know what you think.
continued from 'The Gift That Keeps on Giving...'
Teri woke up slowly, his dreams reluctant to let him go. They were actually pleasant for once, more than they had been for a long while, though he had to admit that there had been something odd about them. Every single one was rendered in shades of red and black, like he had been watching some sort of bizarre artsy noir film with filters over the camera. And there was also the fact that he actually felt well rested for a change, though he was so comfortable at the moment that he almost wanted to go back to sleep, no matter how rested he felt. He had never been susceptible to the infamous “Bed Gravity”, but he could certainly understand what people meant by the term now. Of course, the other odd thing was that though he was awake and thinking, it was like the world itself wasn’t ready for him yet, details only slowly filling themselves in.
Keeping his eyes closed, he started with his ears, listening to the soft noises around him. The sound of the rain that was still falling outside the house was the first thing he considered, and quickly discarded into the background of his mind. He remembered the rain from the day before and how it had knocked the power out, which had led him to turn in early. That might actually have explained why he felt so good this morning, but there was something about that conclusion that bothered him more than a bit. Shrugging inwardly, Teri made a mental note to check on that after he got out of bed. The only other sound that he could hear was the quiet echo of breathing, but he decided to discard that detail as being unimportant as well. But something about that detail wouldn’t stay banished from the forefront of his brain, a part that his subconscious held onto. Mentally shrugging, he moved on, taking a deep breath of rain chilled air into his nose.
His sense of smell immediately began to dominate his attention as his lungs filled, the familiar sweet scent of rain just after dawn making him smile slightly. That detail too was discarded into the background, after all, the kind of heavy rain that had been falling since yesterday afternoon would make that sweet aroma dominate everything else. Even as he thought that though, the second part of his brain, the subconscious part that had clung to the detail of the sounds of breathing, cleared its throat politely, trying to draw his attention to a related detail, but he ignored it, since subconscious musing could wait until his mind woke up all the way. He was trying to follow a line of reasoning through the details of an entire night of rain, trying to grasp a concept that hovered just out of reach. Try as he might though, he couldn’t quite get a hold of it. Shrugging inwardly again, he took another deep breath and caught something else under the scent of rain, subtle scents that he couldn’t quite identify at first.
There was a familiar, slightly musty aroma that set loose a flurry of warm feelings of euphoria and contentment that he associated with the delightful afterglow of sex, and he smiled unconsciously, taking a few moments to run through his memories of the best times he had had in the bedroom, savoring it like a highlight reel. But, his indistinct musing on the images was rather rudely interrupted a moment later by the subconscious part of his mind waving its hands in the background, almost hopping up and down with urgency, but he turned away from it once more, trying to recapture the pleasant images of his doze. The images were gone though and disappointed, he shrugged, returning to the scents that came to his nose, trying to bring them back. Dried sweat, which fit right in with the first scent, as well as the scent of fabric softener that clung to the blanket beneath him, and then, finally, his nose caught one that didn’t belong.
It was a musky, slightly earthy aroma, distinctly masculine and enticing to his mind. He puzzled over it for a little while, trying to place what it reminded him of. The whistle of wind through the screen on the window brought a chill breeze into the room a moment later, a chill that Teri only barely felt, and at last, the other part of his brain lost all patience, performing the mental equivalent of hitting him over the head with a baseball bat. The memories of the interlude after he had fallen asleep came rushing back into his mind in an instant, making his eyes snap wide open. In a heartbeat, he had taken in the powerful, scale covered arms that encircled his torso, dark in the dim light of early morning, and further down, the scaly tail that had curled forward between their still intertwined legs while they had slept.
“Holy shit...” He exclaimed quietly, the memory of the wild sex he had had with the dragon the night before unspooling like a movie into his head, making his whole body quiver with remembered sensation. It wasn’t a fantasy his mind had dredged up from dreamland. He really was lying in the arms of a powerful creature that shouldn’t, indeed, couldn’t, exist. But it did, clearly, the breathing he had discarded as being unimportant belonging not to the echoes of his own lungs, but to his partner. And yet... though he tried to feel shock or fear or wonder at the impossible reality that he was experiencing, it all failed to appear. All he felt was deep, warm contentment, sort of like the lesser echo of the afterglow he had basked in the night before, as if it were perfectly normal to wake up being spooned by a large scaly.
“Good morning.” A deep, rich voice said from behind his head, accompanying the greeting with a soft kiss to the back of his neck that sent shivers running through his entire body. The dragon’s voice was as rich as a thick chocolate milkshake, and it sent rivulets of ease through his whole body. He had only heard three words from the dragon that held him so far, and already he longed to hear its voice every day of the rest of his life. The powerful scaly could have talked about literally anything, and he would have hung on every word. But more intense by far was the sensation of the creature’s talons trailing gently along his skin, giving him goose bumps.
“Haaahh... G-Good morning.” Teri replied, managing to force his voice to work through the shudder of the dragon’s ministrations. His skin felt almost hyper sensitive, like his sense of touch was a hundred times sharper, but oddly, only when the touch involved the dragon. Everything the dragon did seemed pleasurable to him, and right then, he never wanted the dragon to stop touching him. And his scaly lover seemed to understand that, his hands never still, gently tracing his skin, moving his own chest and legs so his scales rubbed gently into Teri’s back, which was a delight all its own. Yet, as much as he was tempted to stay there forever, letting the dragon tease him, that wasn’t the kind of person Teri was. The night before, he had been so shocked by what was happening that he hadn’t had a chance to do much more than allow the dragon to take him. And take him he had, with gusto, but now, Teri wanted something more intimate than that. His mind made up, Teri shifted forward a little, away from the dragon’s warm body, then turned over so he was facing the powerful creature.
The huge scaly let him turn over, then tightened his arms back around the smaller human, keeping him warm while allowing a few inches of space between them. Teri was about to speak when the dragon lowered his snout and kissed him, his long nimble tongue slipping easily past his unresisting lips, gently exploring his mouth once more. The human eagerly rose into the kiss, the taste of the dragon somehow deeper and even more enticing than the night before. But there was a difference this time, something so subtle he didn’t recognize it for a while. This time, though the deep, passionate kiss woke him more effectively than any amount of caffeine, his mind wasn’t consumed with lust. Instead, though he matched the dragon’s making out with equal passion, he was still aware enough for his hands to follow the passion that he had felt since the moment he had seen the reptilian form in the dim light as he first stood before him. Even as their kiss got deeper, Teri’s hands came to rest on the dragon’s belly, feeling the well defined abs beneath his fingers, outlining them with eager caresses. His hands roamed outward and upward, feeling his lover’s ribs beneath rippling muscle, the scaly’s breathing hitching as he pressed against his chest.
Teri’s heart became a jackhammer in his chest as he caressed the toned pectorals, feeling their definition beneath his hands, gently circling around the nipples, the pair finally breaking off the kiss to take a breath. Grinning like a fool, the human allowed his hands to roam as freely as they would, feeling every inch of sharply defined muscle beneath ultra smooth scales, part of him, a very tiny part, surprised at his own behavior. He had never had a thing for body builders and body building in general, finding the attitude of the ones he had met distasteful, but holy hell... He could feel the power in his lover’s body, the strength held in every muscle, every well defined line of his chiseled frame. The subtle, almost conscious knowledge was intoxicating, and all the more so because he knew, absolutely and without a doubt, that the dragon would never hurt him. He could have happily spent hours admiring every muscle of the dragon’s physique, feeling them move and shift beneath his hands as he teased the nerves that drove them... Feeling an extremely familiar stirring in his loins at the thought, Teri let out a soft chuckle. Maybe I do have a thing for body builders after all...
“Not that I am complaining,” The dragon began, his rich voice easily slicing through the trance Teri seemed to be falling into. “But we should probably stop, unless you are ready to go again, right now.”
Looking up into glowing eyes as golden as a summer afternoon, Teri grinned, more than halfway tempted to do just that. But even as he silently debated with himself, feeling the dragon’s own equipment stiffening against him, he finally noticed the dried crust of last night’s escapades on the skin of his nethers and winced slightly at the feeling of his various parts peeling off each other as he ground his hips lightly against his lover’s. The dragon had a very good point. As incredible as the sex had been last night, he knew that doing it again without cleaning up between would not be very comfortable. Reluctantly, he stopped massaging the dragon’s powerful chest and shifted backward again, slowly parting their intertwined forms, stretching his legs straight as he did so. And then, as the dragon released him from his grip, he remembered the last, vague thought he had had before drifting off last night.
“Um...” He started to say, suddenly realizing that he had no idea how to phrase a question like that to a lover. “I uh... I don’t even know what to call you.” Blushing almost as red as the dragon’s scales at how awkward his statement suddenly seemed, he looked up at the dragon’s face and found him smiling broadly, nothing but warmth on his face.
“My name is Hephaestus,” He said, the godly name seeming wholly appropriate to Teri, considering how the powerful the dragon seemed, “And you are Teri.”
“How..?” He started to say, then realized how stupid a question that was, considering what he was talking to. Shaking his head, he reached up and caressed the dragon’s muzzle with one hand, a notion entering his mind of exactly how he could both continue enjoying the dragon’s physique, while at the same time cleaning up after last night. Giving the dragon a gentle kiss, his eyes sought out the alarm clock over the reptile’s shoulder. It was flashing 12:00 over and over, but the fact that it had power was all he needed to know. Grinning slightly, he changed his original question. “How would you like to join me in the shower?”
“I was hoping you would ask.” Hephaestus replied, sliding back towards the edge of the bed, one large hand pulling the smaller human with him. Teri paused when the dragon let go of his hand to rise to his feet, allowing his eyes to take in every detail of the dragon’s back, from the tips of the large wings and muscular shoulders, down his toned back to his sleek butt and on down to the tip of his tail. When the powerful scaly looked back over his shoulder at him, catching the hungry, admiring look on his face, he playfully posed like a magazine model, flexing his arms in the traditional ‘muscleman’ pose, sending ripples through his muscles. Teri felt his blush come back, but not at all from embarrassment, his loins immediately showing his approval at the display. Yep, he reflected as he pushed himself eagerly up from the bed in the dragon’s wake. Definitely have a thing for at least one body builder.
With the dragon leading the way across the room, nimbly avoiding the edges of dressers and other furniture as if he had lived in the house for years, his tail gently caressing the human’s hips on his way past, the pair made their way into the attached bathroom, shutting the door behind them, leaving them in utter darkness. For a moment, Teri felt the trickle of uncertain anticipation that being in total darkness always gave him, then he heard Hephaestus take a deep breath and then let it out in a curious whoosh, bright flame lighting the room as he exhaled his draconian gift on the stand of candles that decorated the counter by the sink. Teri had put them there years ago with the vague intention of engaging in a romantic, candle lit shower or bath at some point, but the situation had never materialized, the candles becoming merely an accent. Well, until now that was, the red dragon using the longest of the tapers to light the remaining candles around the small room, leaving a dim, dancing light in his wake. When he replaced the long candle into its holder and turned to face Teri, his scarlet and onyx scales seemed to catch the light like so many gemstones, making him seem like he was made of crystal instead of flesh, the beauty and magnificence of the image making Teri’s heart melt.
Finally, Hephaestus opened the doors to the bathtub and stepped over the lip, then moved so Teri had room to come in after him. Even as the dragon turned on the shower head and adjusted the temperature, Teri’s heart was jackhammering away again, the light playing off his lover’s body in the dimness making the slightest movement of every action into a gentle seduction to his eyes, until his whole body was tensed with arousal. It was only after the warm mist rose within the enclosed shower that he was snapped out of his reverie by the dragon turning to face him, golden eyes gleaming. Hephaestus gently pulled him close, enfolding him in his powerful arms once more, kissing his forehead even as he moved them both under the cascading water. It was comfortably warm, but it could have been frigidly cold for all that Teri would have noticed, held as he was in the scaly embrace. But, though they only moved slowly in unison, he delighted in the simple feeling of the dry crust coming free from his flesh, his dragon moving him around under the water to clear it.
Then, to his surprise, Teri felt the loofa he kept in the shower on his back, Hephaestus having somehow managed to not only hold him close, but at the same time soap up the sponge. But the dragon didn’t scrub with it, not at first. Instead, he rubbed it gently across his flesh, the sensation like Teri was being both tickled and scratched at the same time, making him shudder with delight. The powerful being started in the middle of his back, spreading the body wash up, over his shoulders, then down his arms and back up, moving with slow, sensual deliberation. Looking up at the dragon, the human found him grinning down at him. Returning the grin, Teri rose up slightly for a kiss, encouraging the dragon to move back down his body, passing the rough sponge across his butt, rubbing away the last of the stickiness from last night. When he had scrubbed down the back of his legs as well, Teri turned around, leaning back into the dragon’s chest, letting the cascade of warm water wash the soap from his backside while the dragon gently scrubbed his front, repeating the slow, almost teasing process. All save for between his legs, which he left for last. Setting the loofa back on the shelf, Hephaestus took a dollop of wash into his palms, rubbing them together before reaching down his human’s body and taking hold of his balls with one pliant palm, gently encircling his shaft with the other.
Even though he had expected the contact, the dragon’s intimate touch sent sparks through Teri’s body, pleasure rolling through him with the barest touch of scale on skin. But the dragon didn’t start stroking him as he half expected, and truthfully desired. Instead, he gently kneaded the sensitive flesh with his hands, expertly keeping it from being the sort of touch that excited to climax. But, he wasn’t just cleaning the human either, spending far too much time in the gentle massage for that to be the case. No, Teri said to himself, reaching back with one hand, feeling the dragon’s own hefty arousal with his fingers as the head rubbed against his back. Definitely not innocent cleaning.
Not that he was in any way inclined to complain, that is. Finally, when the dragon was done teasing his nethers, Teri started to turn around, to wash the last of the soap from his skin, but Hephaestus tightened his grip on his hips just enough to stop him short. To his surprise, the dragon slid his hands up the human’s chest, talons just barely touching skin. The movement was slow and sensual in the extreme and Teri let out a moan despite himself, ripples of almost erotic pleasure following the slightest touch of the claws. When the talons reached his ribs, the dragon traced the lines of bone beneath his skin, sliding his hands around until his palms were laid on the human’s chest. Those wonderful hands didn’t stop either, sliding around until Teri was encircled by scaled arms, the reptile hugging him close once more, resting his chin on top of Teri’s head. That simple gesture had Teri helpless to do anything, never wanting to the embrace to stop. Luxuriating in the hug, he pressed back into the dragon, stroking his hands along the arms that encircled his chest. If he had had any doubts about Hephaestus, they were long gone now. He was head over heels in love with the huge scaly and he no longer cared about the impossible situation.
Finally, after a few moments of standing still, clasped to the dragon’s chest, Hephaestus allowed him to move, letting him turn around at last, rinsing the last of the soap from his skin as he turned. Lifting his head up, he met the dragon’s muzzle with his lips, trying to imbue the kiss with everything he felt, and yet knowing there was too much. When the kiss finally broke, Teri saw in the golden depths of his lover’s eyes that he had succeeded at that impossible task. He knew. Knew it all. But, even as he reached to take the sponge from where Hephaestus had stowed it, his gaze drifted down and was locked inescapably on Hephaestus’ own magnificent arousal, the memory of the rutting the dragon had given him coming back full force to his mind. There was no way he would have the ability to stay focused on washing the dragon with that magnificent thing bobbing around at full mast. Instead of taking hold of the loofa, he pumped a palm full of the body wash into his hand, rubbing his palms together. Kissing the dragon once more, a deep passionate kiss to rival the one Hephaestus had given him in the bed, he took hold of the dragon’s massive balls, using both hands to cup them, gently rubbing the black, scale covered orbs.
Judging from the groan the dragon let out into Teri’s mouth, he knew Hephaestus liked what he was doing and he continued, gently rubbing his way up the dragon’s shaft. Breaking off the kiss, Teri looked down, loving the way the ridges on the base felt against his fingers, almost mesmerized as he outlined them with his fingertips. He loved the way the flesh moved under his fingers as he traced them in a slow massage up the hefty shaft, marveling at how it slowly shifted in shade from black at the base to deep, almost scarlet at the tip. Last night, he hadn’t had time to notice the odd shape of the head, how its bottom edge rippled, or just how truly thick it was around the middle. Mesmerized, he admired the bubbles as they flowed down, off the flesh as the soap was washed off, letting his hands gently stroke the dragon’s equipment. He felt his legs bending at the knee without his conscious input, and he looked up, seeing all the permission he needed in the golden eyes that looked down at him with utter desire.
Moving forward, he followed his desire, pressing his tongue against the base of his lover’s shaft, one hand stroking the other side as he slowly played it upward, the other gently squeezing his sack. The taste was...mind-blowing was almost the right word as he swirled his tongue upward, delighting in the feeling of the ridges beneath his tongue. The dragon’s member tasted of the best parts of his scent, musky, earthy, slightly sweet and so...male. There was no other word for it, and he breathed deep, the scent filling his nostrils as if the warm mist of the shower was amplifying it. The combination made him drool, and he picked up the pace of his swirling, moving up the shaft now, until he reached the head and he tasted his lover’s pre on the very tip. The taste of the drop of stickyness made him stop, lingering as he swirled his tongue this way and that across the hole, coaxing more from him. He was almost in a trance now, the flavors and scent driving him crazy, but the moment was finally broken when Hephaestus let out a deep groan, his knees visibly trembling as Teri lavished his member with attention. Finally pulling his tongue back, Teri looked up as one scaly hand landed on his head, finding that the dragon’s eyes were rolling back in his head at his attentions and he grinned.
Teri had never considered himself to be an expert at oral, but something about the situation made him sure of what he was doing, and he very gently kissed the dragon’s tip before sliding downward, the head of the mighty draconian penis sliding past his lips slowly, making the dragon’s hand convulse on the back of Teri’s head. Swirling his tongue around the mouthful of dragon, he sucked, his mouth undulating around the head and the dragon let out a sound that wasn’t a word, or a moan, but almost a growl, rolling and powerful in the echoing bathroom. Whatever it could be called, it sent a thrill through Teri and he felt his own member twitch in excitement. Bobbing his head downward as far as he could go, he took another couple inches, feeling the tip brush against the back of his throat, and he let his hands stroke the lower shaft, squeezing the ridges gently. Backing off the shaft until only the tip was in his mouth, Teri glanced up, finding that Hephaestus’ free hand was braced against the wall, and his beautiful metallic eyes were closed in pleasure. But, even as he bobbed his head downward once more, Teri secretly felt a flash of disappointment.
It wasn’t that his reptilian lover wasn’t enjoying it, because clearly, the opposite was true. Actually, what disappointed him was that, even if he could deepthroat, a skill he had never been able to master, the dragon was far, far too thick to fit. He had secretly had a fantasy running through his head of taking the whole wonderful length down his throat, but there was just no way it was going to happen. Still, he suddenly realized, there was another kind of pleasure he could provide to make up for his lack. Sliding his hands down the shaft as he bobbed again, lavishing the head and the top few inches with his tongue, he let them spread out, caressing the scaly hips instead. The dragon’s next groan seemed to catch in his throat as the human’s hands slid around, taking a double handful of dragon butt instead. Hephaestus’ hips gave an involuntary buck forward as Teri massaged with his hands, poking his tip hard into Teri’s throat, but he had been expecting it, timing the kneading squeeze with only the tip being in his mouth. Teri’s massaging of the dragon’s rear end lasted through a few more bobs, the dragon’s chest heaving with arousal as he started getting close, the human managing a grin at the dragon’s expression.
But then, as Hephaestus began to pant, his penis twitching as he held his climax in through sheer will power, Teri felt the dragon’s powerful tail lift above his fingers as they came close to the base. Hephaestus’ eyes opened into slits as he looked down at his lover, and in that passioned gaze, Teri saw something had gave him pause. It was half desire, half daring challenge and it finally occurred to him what the powerful creature was doing. Does he want me to...? Teri asked himself, and then grinned inwardly. Why not? Slowing his bobbing pace slightly, Teri slid the fingers of one hand up the curve of one buttock, gently teasing around the base of the tail and the dragon’s breath caught once more. That was all the confirmation Teri needed. Taking a breath for what he knew the reaction was going to be, Teri pressed two fingers inward at the pucker he found there. For a moment, the fleshy ring resisted, then he was in, the digits sliding into the incredible warmth of the dragon’s body, right up to the middle knuckle. As he had expected, the dragon’s hips bucked at the sudden new sensation and the dragon groaned.
Now the dragon’s breath was coming in rasping gasps, his member twitching and Teri knew it wasn’t going to be long. That was fine, his own arousal not wanting it to go on much longer either. Still, he flexed his wrist, working his fingers deeper, massaging the silky flesh of the dragon’s insides while he bobbed his head faster, putting everything he had into it. A moment later, he felt his draconian lover’s whole body tense up, his hand flexing on Teri’s scalp, and he instinctually backed off, only the tip past his lips. Sucking in a breath through his nostrils, he was ready for it when the dragon’s heavy balls leapt upward against the base of his shaft, the dragon’s muffled roar as he gritted his teeth making his scales vibrate beneath the human’s touch. The first jet of seed came from the tip with what felt like the force of a fire hose, battering Teri’s throat, but the taste of the fiery jet as he swallowed on instinct blew every thought out of his mind. It was the pure essence of the dragon’s scent, causing dazzling and intense thoughts to race through him. The second jet followed on the heels of the first, and he gulped, swallowing the best he could despite the salty torrent flooding into him. A third and his mouth overflowed, unable to keep up, the remainder dripping down his chin. A fourth and he backed off slightly, letting the next jet hit his chest as he swallowed what he had in his jaws.
Finally, the last two were little more than small spurts, and he finally was able to suck in a breath, filling his aching lungs. Looking up, he saw Hephaestus’ eyes were half open, his expression dazed, leaning against the wall, a sight that made Teri grin despite his panting breath. Moving his face back under the warm stream coming from the shower head, Teri removed his hands from the Dragon’s backside and carefully scrubbed the sticky white from his chin and chest as best he could, knowing from a few prior occasions that the sticky mess wouldn’t completely go away until he washed with soap, but he couldn’t exactly reach that from here, not with the expanse of scarlet and oynx scales in front of him. Hephaestus opened his eyes all the way as he sucked in a deep breath, a satisfied grin coming to his lips that showed his pointed teeth, an expression that should probably have been frightening, but to Teri, it only looked inviting. Accepting the dragon’s red scaled hand, he allowed his lover to pull him to his feet. But, when he reached for the soap, intending to wash the last remnants of dragon cum from his face, he was surprised to find his hand intercepted, the dragon clasping it instead.
“No point in getting clean if you are just going to get dirty right afterward.” Hephaestus commented, his grin crossing the line and becoming teasing. It was only then that Teri realized that the dragon’s hefty member wasn’t relaxing as he had expected. Rather, it seemed the opposite, if that was possible, and, though it might have only been a trick of the light, he thought it looked almost like it was changing color, the red hues getting more intense as he stared at it. Truthfully, his performance had only pushed his own arousal to greater heights as well and he grinned at the powerful creature before him, waiting to see what he had in mind. To his surprise, and very slight disappointment, rather than taking hold of the human and moving him in position for another session of rutting, Hephaestus seemed to have something else in mind, releasing him altogether. A moment later, the huge scaly turned around so his back was to the human, putting both hands on the wall in front of him. For a moment, Teri was confused, until the dragon’s tail lifted, the smooth tip sliding sensuously up the full length of the human’s body to drape itself delicately over his right shoulder. When the dragon looked back over his shoulder with one golden, expectant eye, Teri knew what he wanted. Even though he was smaller than the dragon by a wide margin, he wasn’t going to hesitate to give him whatever he wanted.
Reaching out with both hands, Teri caressed the dragon’s back as he had teased his front in the bed, feeling the muscles of the powerful frame as he moved into position. The supple wing muscles flexed under his fingers as he outlined their joints, likewise the musculature of his lower back as his questing hands outlined the base of the tail, careful not to touch his target just yet. The tail didn’t feel like he thought it would, more like a supple tube of leathery scale than his lover’s other limbs. And then, finally, with sure, but eager hands, Teri’s hands found the dragon’s butt once again, caressing the firm shape carefully. On any other occasion, he might have taken the time to marvel at how perfect it was, how it could be both toned and soft at the same time. But his heart was going at full speed again, his own shaft as hard as that of the dragon, and he knew there would be plenty of time to admire it later. Instead, he brushed his fingers across the pucker, felt the slight slickness from his earlier teasing and by instinct alone, he knew he wasn’t going to need much in the way of lube, not this time.
Closing the gap between them by a few inches, Teri let his legs come up against the backs of the dragon’s, luxuriating in the sensation of pressing against him, letting his hips naturally press against the scaly backside in front of him. He nearly came right then and there when he felt his shaft nestle into the crease of the dragon’s cheeks, the silky smooth slickness of the tailhole as it rubbed against his head. Taking a breath to rein himself in, he leaned forward, sliding his hands around to the dragon’s chest, mimicking his lover’s actions from earlier. Hephaestus arched his back into the embrace, the motion making Teri shiver as the dragon’s butt rubbed against his most sensitive parts, and he let out a stuttering chuckle, knowing that he had done that on purpose. Resting his head against the dragon for a moment, planting a kiss between the dragon’s wings, he savored the moment, the simple intimacy of it. Then, at last, he reached one hand down, between their bodies, taking hold of his shaft, altering the angle very slightly, nestling his tip into the center of the ring of pliant flesh.
With a steady pressure of his hips, Teri felt the flesh give, his tip making his way inside his lover for the first time. The initial penetration was almost too much for him, setting off fireworks that reverberated through his entire body. For his part, the large dragon seemed pleased, letting out a breath of pleasure, gently pressing backward, engulfing more of the human’s length inside him. Dimly, Teri knew he couldn’t possibly be as satisfying as the dragon had been the night before, for he wasn’t hugely hung, being of only average size, but the silky heat of the dragon’s insides gripped him more snugly than his human lovers had, and he had to pause, already panting when he felt his hips flush against the dragon’s. The flesh around his member seemed textured, not rough exactly, but certainly not the smooth surface he had come to expect. Then, the powerful scaly flexed, his insides squeezing oddly around Teri’s penis and he clutched at the dragon for support, his knees getting wobbly at the unexpected sensation.
“Oh God...” Teri gasped, barely keeping himself upright. Hephaestus chuckled softly at the involuntary exclamation, teasing him yet further by grinding his hips backward, making the human quake in reply. Shuddering, Teri barely managed to hold himself in check, sucking in a heavy breath. “I am not gonna be able to do this if you keep that up.”
“Don’t worry love,” The rich voice said, the dragon looking back at him once more. “That isn’t going to be a problem. Just relax.”
Taking the dragon’s advice, he relaxed his grip and pulled back, withdrawing all but his head from the his lover’s passage, breathing a sigh at the intense sensation. Thrusting his hips forward, he groaned, unable to help himself. Incredibly, though he felt like he was going to burst at any moment, the sensations weren’t getting more intense, every slight motion sending the same incredible pleasure through him that the first penetration had. And, as he began to build a steady pace, he knew he could keep it up for a while, though he felt like he was already teetering on the brink. Hephaestus was no less animated, passionately grinding back into his every thrust, prolonging the sensations, his breath coming as soft panting as Teri bred him. But, despite the dragon’s assurances, the sensations were getting to be too much, the climax coming no matter how hard he tried to hold it back, lasting entirely too short a time for his pride. Then, the dragon changed the formula. As his thrusts grew ragged, his panting getting intense as he came close, the dragon’s passage suddenly seemed to get even tighter, gripping his shaft hard. It wasn’t enough to stop him from thrusting, but, though he could feel the climax coming, his penis twitching as he tried to cum, he couldn’t. It was like he was wearing a cockring, the climax backed up inside him.
Gasping, Teri redoubled his pace. He wanted the orgasm, wanted it bad, but it wasn’t happening. Nor was it going away, he realized, the sensation of pleasure and pressure staying right where it was. Panting so hard he was practically gasping for every breath, Teri humped as fast and as hard as he could manage, trying to change the balance and make it shift, but desiring the pleasure to last as well. Now, Hephaestus was panting hard, pressing backward harder, each grind and roll of his hips driving Teri crazy. It went on like that for minutes, or was it hours, and finally, Teri managed to force words out past vocal cords that only seemed to want to make animalistic sounds of pleasure.
“Please!!” He begged, clutching desperately at his lover’s torso with his arms. “Please, I can’t!!”
“Well, since you asked nicely...” Hephaestus intoned teasingly, and at once, the pressure eased, not all the way, just enough to tip the balance. Letting out an inarticulate cry, Teri thrust with everything he had left in one single motion, hilting himself in the dragon one last time. At once, the dam was broken and his body cut loose, his frame shuddering in relief as his balls leapt upward, his own torrent of seed surging forth into his lover. Now, the fireworks were behind his eyes, and he couldn’t see anything but marvelously colored spots, his ears filled with the roaring of his blood. The only sense that was coming through like it should was touch, and that was way more than enough. Every nerve seemed to be firing at the same time, and he shivered, shuddering as the hot flush of pleasure destroyed everything else.
Then, at last, it was over, the pleasure subsiding into relief and it was only then that he realized his eyes were squeezed shut so tight the inside of his eyelids looked bright white and he opened them slowly. Somehow, he was still on his feet, but his legs seemed to be made of jello, and he knew that wasn’t going to last. His arms were not much better and he felt himself starting to slump to the floor, his limbs refusing to hold on anymore. But even as he slumped, he found himself supported, the red and black tail that had been laid on his shoulder taking the weight as the dragon turned to face him. In a moment, he was wrapped in the powerful arms once more, his dragon holding him to him, tucked up with his head nestled under the scaly chin. Looking up, he found the beautiful golden eyes looking down at him with an almost smug expression on his face.
“Better?” The dragon asked in his rich, smooth voice, a typically warm smile on his muzzle and Teri couldn’t help but grin, sheepish at his desperation to climax and how weak he suddenly felt.
“I...you...” He tried, his brain seeming reluctant to engage his vocal chords anymore. “You are amazing.”
But, even as he stood there, the delicious afterglow of climax still making the entire world golden and wonderful, Teri could feel the dragon’s member against him, still erect, still aroused. And he knew without asking that as intense as his own climax had been, the dragon hadn’t had his yet. That simply wouldn’t do, and Teri knew there was only one thing that the dragon deserved. Reaching down, he gently caressed the ever-magnificent shaft, feeling the textured head and ridges under his fingers. Looking into the dragon’s eyes, he saw the question and gave his answer. He might be physically satisfied, but so long as this godly figure still felt the need, he wasn’t going to stop. Leaning his head up for a kiss, he caressed the dragon’s horned head, tracing down his neck with his hands. When they broke the kiss, the dragon leaned down slightly, pressing the human against him in a hug that expressed everything either felt.
“No, you are amazing.” Hephaestus stated, holding the smaller human tightly for a few moments longer, almost unwilling to let him go, even to move on. Then, to Teri’s surprise, instead of turning him around so they were facing the same direction, the dragon slid his hands down Teri’s back until they reached his thighs, almost cupping his rear for a moment. With a steady motion that seemed to imply ease rather than effort, the scaly lifted Teri off his feet completely, resting his shoulders against the tile of the wall, supporting the human as he obligingly wrapped his legs around the dragon’s waist.
Bracing his legs wide, the talons on his feet clicking on the tub floor while he took a steady position, the dragon reached down, adjusting himself so his weighty shaft rested against his lover’s sack and rapidly stiffening shaft, giving a gentle grind forward. It was only then, at that moment, that the human saw the flaw in his desires. Last night, he had taken the dragon’s massive tool only after Hephaestus had lubed him with the most incredible rimming he had ever experienced and still it had been a tight fit. But there was absolutely no way he was capable of taking it dry, or merely wet by the water of the shower. It wasn’t like he kept a bottle of lube in the shower, though at the moment he was seriously considering doing just that from now on. Looking up uncertainly at his lover, he found the dragon grinning broadly, reaching over to the shelf where the soap was kept with one hand. For a moment, he feared that the dragon was going to try using the lather of the bar of soap, which he knew from a particularly painful attempt in his teen years to be a very bad idea. But, when the dragon’s hand came back into view, he relaxed, knowing he needn’t have worried. Squirting a dollop of the hair conditioner he had grabbed onto his palm, he rubbed the top half or so of his shaft, coating it carefully.
Slipping the bottle back onto the shelf where he had found it, the dragon returned his hand to Teri’s leg, moved his hips backward and down, using the motion alone to nudge the head of his penis lower down, lining it up just right. When the dragon paused, his tip wedged in tight against Teri’s backside, the human drew in a deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest so hard that he could feel it in his head, his vision pulsing with the rush of blood. A moment later, the dragon bucked his nimble hips, the motion more sudden than Teri had expected and he gasped, his eyes bulging at the sudden penetration, the textured head of his lover’s penis shoving its way inside all at once. That was rougher than he had expected Hephaestus to be, but as the dragon held him still, his powerful hands keeping him from sliding further down his shaft, he realized why the dragon had done it that way. Teri’s entrance had been raw from the night before, and he had known it was going to hurt at first, but by doing it all at once, that dragon had made sure it hurt as little as possible.
Already, the slight moment of pain was fading away and Teri leaned forward, his abs pulling him off the wall in a sort of truncated sit-up, his lips once more meeting Hephaestus’ muzzle, the dragon’s tongue meeting and twining with his own as he felt the pain in his backside easing. Then, as he relaxed, he felt the dragon’s shaft sliding further up inside him, his kiss getting more insistent as gravity did its work. Breaking off the kiss to gasp, Teri felt a strange feeling of hunger in him, something he had never experienced before, and certainly not with any other lover. He wanted to be joined with the dragon again, fully and completely stuffed, and he wanted it right now. He didn’t care if his body wasn’t really used to the size or not. Meeting Hephaestus’ glowing gaze one more time, he pushed himself downward, driving the weighty mass of dragon male into him, taking the first ridge without stopping.
Sucking in air through his teeth as his body protested at the sudden stretching, Teri clutched at the wide scaled shoulders under his arms, willing himself to hold still for a moment. But, though his passage was protesting, the hunger was still growing, and growing incredibly fast. For a moment, he warred with himself, desperately wanting the satisfaction, and just as desperately wanting to avoid the discomfort. Then, his dilemma was made moot as the dragon grinned, the glowing eyes seeming to glow brighter still, and the cock inside him began to grow hotter, as hot as the draconian tongue had been the night before, the pain fading fast in response. Before he even registered that it was gone, the dragon’s hips gave another buck, his powerful hands pulling the human’s waist towards them, another ridge popping its way inside him. Moaning, Teri arched against the dragon as the heat poked something deep inside that seemed to explode with sensation, then explode again with the next short thrust as it went even deeper.
Panting, Teri writhed in the dragon’s arms, grinding himself downward, encouraging his lover to keep going and he felt his breathing catch when Hephaestus responded by pausing, adjusting his grip slightly and moving backward, lifting Teri off the wall completely. Held aloft by the powerful frame of his draconian lover, not to mention impaled on his shaft, Teri grunted when he felt himself slide down the last couple inches, his hips flush to those of the scaly holding him. Feeling the satisfying sensation he had desired at last, Teri held still, clinging to the dragon’s chest, wordlessly nuzzling against his neck. For his part, Hephaestus seemed just as satisfied, holding him tight. Raising lust hazed eyes once more, Teri kissed him, wanting nothing so much then to remain where he was for all time. But, as the kiss deepened once again, he felt Hephaestus pull back with his hips, starting to withdraw from his smaller lover, and that desire was overridden in a heartbeat as the dragon’s unique texture, accentuated by its wonderful heat, tugged on his insides on the way out. The sound that left Teri’s throat as the red and black dragon pulled all but the head out of him didn’t come close to forming a syllable, but the dragon got the point.
With a smooth, almost slow motion, Hephaestus pressed his hips upward once more, the full textured length of his shaft making its way back inside, making Teri shudder with delight. But the wonderful dragon didn’t stop when he was hilted, almost immediately withdrawing once more with the same, slow, teasing pace. Teri was in heaven, the sensations better even then the rough rutting of the night before, Hephaestus providing subtle variations of pace and angle with every thrust, never allowing his lover to get used to it. It was a never ending assault on the senses, and Teri felt his head getting a little foggy, becoming so wrapped up in the feeling that he couldn’t think. He didn’t want to think about anything except pleasing his draconian lover, and the entire world soon seemed to consist of the dragon’s embrace, the textured length in his backside, and the heat coming off his lover. Even the water of the shower, filling the air with humid mist faded into the background until the haze of pleasure was all that was left.
Eventually, the pace of this lover’s grinding thrusts picked up, his breathing becoming quick and he instinctually clenched down on the shaft assaulting his guts, the trance of pleasure giving way to a longing to feel the dragon climax, to feel his arms clutching him tight while he came. From the sudden ragged rhythm of his lover’s pounding, he knew he would get his wish, and soon. Then, Hephaestus surprised him once again, his large scale covered hands coming down, grabbing his butt and squeezing in time with his thrusts, that last little element suddenly driving Teri over the edge, making his penis twitch and dance. His own cum splashed onto his belly, the surprise pleasure of his peak making his body tense up even further and that seemed to do it. With a final heavy thrust that buried the whole length of his massive member into Teri, Hephaestus cut loose as well, giving a series of grunting pants in time with his member pulsing. At once, the familiar, wonderful sensation of boiling hot liquid began to spread deep within the human, and he felt his eyes roll up in his head. It was nirvana, exactly what he had wanted, and he clasped Hephaestus tight, kissing him urgently as his guts were filled to bursting once more. This time, with the remnants of last night’s fun still deep inside him, he thought he actually might, and he didn’t care. Then, at last, the flood subsided to a few smaller spurts and his kisses eased, though his grip upon his lover didn’t. Gently stroking his hand along the dragon’s neck, he finally backed off, sucking in a panting breath as they came down off the high of their joint climax.
“Can you hold me up a little longer?” Teri asked, staring in the beautiful eyes of the beast that held him and the dragon grinned.
“I think so.” He replied, adjusting his grip so his arms were around the human’s chest instead, supporting him comfortably.
“Thank you Hephaestus.” Teri whispered, his satisfied smile broad. “I love this feeling so much.” The dragon smiled as well, lowering his head so they were forehead to forehead and Teri found his lips forming the words he had felt, but not spoken. “Not nearly as much as I love you, though.”
“I love you too, Teri.” The dragon whispered, “I meant it when I said you are amazing.”
The glorious intimacy of the moment couldn’t last forever of course, not with the lovers having satisfied each other so thoroughly, and all too soon for Teri’s taste, he felt the dragon’s member wilt, sliding free from him, letting loose a stream of hot white ooze as it left. Giving a pouting look that was only half in jest, he untangled his legs from the dragon’s hips and settled them on the tub once more, finding after a moment that they would, in fact, support his weight, surprising though that was. Now, reluctant to end the sensual shower, Teri reached out for the soap once more, but one more time, he found his reach intercepted. Looking at the dragon once more, he found the scaly smiling again.
“Please,” he said, taking the soap himself. “Allow me.”
“As you wish.” Teri replied, returning the grin. “Are we just going to go in circles like this all day?”
“Perhaps.” Hephaestus answered with a chuckle, scrubbing the human’s skin gently. “I certainly wouldn’t complain if we did.”
“Well, neither would I.” Teri confirmed, leaning his weight against the powerful creature. “Though I would suggest we leave the shower at some point. I am already getting pruney.”
“Good point.” The dragon said, maneuvering his lover underneath the showerhead once more, rising the suds from him.
When Teri had returned the favor and they were both finally clean, Teri reluctantly turned off the shower. Stepping out, he flipped on the light switch, bathing the steamy room in light and reaching out for one of the towels hanging against the wall. When he turned around to hand the other to his lover, he found the dragon pinching the last of the candle flames out between two fingers, and he grinned. Something about that nonchalant gesture was endearing in a way he couldn’t explain, and he moved forward, embracing the dragon once more, forgetting all about the towels. Hephaestus returned the embrace with the same warmth and care, folding the human against him.
“What am I going to do?” Teri asked, his voice muffled by scaly flesh. “I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“I fail to see the problem.” Hephaestus quipped, making Teri chuckle.
But, the human’s need to reply was suddenly cut off by the sound of the doorbell sounding its familiar tone, echoing down the hall...