The Traveler and the Dragon
The Traveler and the Dragon
by pyrostinger
For SlenderDragon, who owns Noja. Happy (belated) Birthday.
Pyro is, of course, mine.
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Focus. Keep your body still, channel your energy into your weapon. Close your eyes, and open your senses. Keeping the words of his sensei in mind, the diminutive green dragon, clad in only a loincloth, held his weapon at the ready, with both hands on the wooden shaft. He could hear the waterfall in the distance, and could also make out the birdsong over the rush of water. The gentle burbling of the lake and river the waterfall fed into also claimed his attention, along with the gentle buzzing of insects. He felt the water he stood ankle deep in, feel his toes settle into the chilled mud, his tail hanging stiff behind him.
Focus. He could feel the old dragon walk around him, inspecting him. Making sure that his lower hand was tight around his naginata, while the higher remained loose. His breathing remained slow and even as he centered himself. In, and out. In, out. Strike!
As the breath rushed out of him, he began his form, stabbing and slashing the air. Two steps forward, one back, block. Slash, slash, slash, twist. To the left, stab-slash-slash. The blade flashed into the sunlight, weaving through the air with a deadly whistle. A pivot, the blade being brought low, arching into the water and flinging it into the air, followed by a vicious downward cut. He was near the end, and though fatigue gnawed at him, he finished strongly through a few acrobatic twists and turns, the blade slashing to and fro, then ended with the butt sinking into the mud as he yelled, facing the open lake.
"Even though I know better, I still have trouble remembering you're not a female," said a voice, making the dragon suddenly turn with weapon at the ready. The figure, while in shadow, seemed familiar. Regardless, he held his naginata aggressively, preparing to strike even though the mud would not make for sure footing. He was at a disadvantage already. The figure got up from the tree and advanced, closing the distance between them. As he walked further into the area of grass separating the trees from the lake, the shadow lifted from his features. "Oh c'mon, Noja. Don't tell me you've forgotten me already."
A gasp rose from the dragon's throat, then he ran forward and jumped into the wolf, for a wolf it was, latching onto him tightly as the poor traveler was forced to stumble back a few steps. "Pyro!" came the gleeful cry, followed by a giggle, the dragon even curling his tail around one of the wolf's legs and rubbing his head tightly into his jaw and neck. "I've missed you!"
For his part, Pyro held the dragon for a few moments, laughing at the enthused green dragon, very much aware of the strength of his grip. "With greetings like this, I almost think I should go off more often," the wolf remarked with a grin. He tilted his head and looked at Noja, one hand stroking over the braid of the dragon's hair that ran to the middle of his back, the other holding the dragon up. Noja gave him a piteous look that caused the wolf to laugh again, slurping his face and drawing another giggle. "Now can ya get off me before I fall over?" the wolf complained in a good-natured fashion, and Noja obliged, slipping down to stand and look up at him.
"You're back!" the slender dragon said again, unable to resist throwing his arms around the wolf's body in yet another hug. He soon looked up into the wolf's face, their noses inches from touching one another. "So tell me, where'd you go? What did you see?"
Pyro smiled, ruffling over the dragon's head. "Went a lot of places, saw a lot of things, and I'll tell you my stories so long as you don't threaten to kill me from hugs!"
"Mmm... maybe," replied Noja, drawing another laugh from Pyro. However, he did let go, and the wolf flopped down into the soft grass, letting out a sigh. Noja saw that he was wearing a different shirt than the one he set out with, in a fabric that looked as soft as it was red. There were signs of travel stain, but that was normal with one who traveled as much as Pyro did. "You look like you've visited the sand countries to the west."
The wolf nodded in agreement. "Not only did I, that was actually the story I was going to start off with. I think you'll wanna hear this one," he continued, with a bit of a sly look at the dragon.
"How come?"
"Because it has to do with the gift I brought back for you. Now," Pyro raised his voice over Noja's squeal of excitement, "you can only have it if you sit down and listen. So sit, and put down that spear before you hurt somebody jumpin' around." The admonishment was said with a good-natured smile. Pyro knew well that Noja had been training very hard with under his sensei, and the odds at this point of the dragon hitting something by accident were slim.
When Noja sat down, curling his tail over his feet, the wolf shifted to face him. "Now, you know I went out west to the sand countries, right? Seems that word of my arrival had caused a bit of a stir in the city of Bal Eth, and a messenger was sent for me when I had barely settled into the inn..."
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"...and quite honestly, it was some heady stuff. I don't know how they made it, but I do want the recipe, but it seems like I'm gonna have to go back for it. But the Lady then asked me to give her a massage. I had picked up some techniques in my travels, and though I knew she had servants I figured I can give them the night off, so I agreed. While the servants cleared stuff away, I followed the Lady to her bedchamber, and she started to undress in front of me. Then she told me to use this special massage oil she'd gotten from a special kinda merchant; didn't tell me who or what kind, just that he and it were special. Which, as a matter of fact," Pyro used this pause to duck into his bag before pulling out a stoppered bottle, "is the present I got you." The wolf grinned.
Noja blinked in surprise. "You got me massage oil?"
"Well, that and a massage, yeah." Pyro grinned again.
"Awww... that's sweet," said Noja, moving to embrace the wolf, a move which Pyro wholeheartedly reciprocated.
"Now come on, on your stomach," said the wolf, pulling from the hug and gesturing. The dragon giggled, moving to obey. Pyro stopped him before digging a thick blanket from his bag and laying that out on the already soft grass. He then invited the dragon to lay on that using exaggerated motions, to which Noja giggled again, making himself comfortable on his stomach.
The next thing Noja felt was something liquid hitting his back, followed by hands smoothing it out, then rubbing it in. The initial hit made him feel tense, but he slowly started to relax as the hands smoothed the oil into his scales and skin. And then there came the warming sensation. "Pyro?" he asked.
"Mmhm?"
"Is it supposed to feel warm?"
"It is," the traveling wolf assured him. "I'm actually feeling it too, and was about to ask you about it. Means that it's working."
"That what is working?" asked Noja, though with his voice a little muddled.
"The oil, silly." Noja could feel Pyro's smile, even though he couldn't see it. It gave him some comfort, and he ended up smiling as well, giving himself over to the skilled hands of the wolf. Letting go of little coos and a moans, the dragon felt those hands move downward to his lower back, then back upward, soothing away knots he didn't even know he had. Soon, however, there was a secondary effect, one that caused a flush to rise to his face because he knew the wolf would shortly know. It did not help that Pyro had begun to work on his tail, a sensitive area of his body.
"Pyro?"
"Hm?"
"Is there - is there anything else that the oil does?"
"Speaking of which, I don't think I finished my story," the wolf said, sidestepping the question. He neared the tip of the dragon's tail, then moved back downward.
"Huh?" Noja started to feel his heart race as the wolf's hands moved down his tail. Since when was it this sensitive? Every motioned seemed to cause a sharp sliver of pleasure to bolt through his body. The dragon didn't quite understand what was going on; Pyro was handsome and all, but Noja was hard pressed to remember a time when he had gotten this aroused this quickly.
The wolf simply kept talking in response. "Now, the Lady had asked me to give her a massage with that oil, and while she probably could have thrown me in her dungeon if I refused, I felt like repaying a bit of her lavish kindness by obeying this relatively simple wish." While speaking, the massage went on, the wolf working his way down Noja's tail to the dragon's soft moans. "The oil, I found out, had a curious scent to it. It was very subtle, and if I didn't have a good nose I'm not sure I would have picked it up." Now at the tailbase, Pyro's hands moved outward slightly, covering the dragon's lower back. "I'm puzzling over this scent, trying to place it, when I discover a few things about the massage I was giving." The dragon was panting now, and Pyro seemed perfectly ignorant of the circumstances while his hands had begun to work on the green rear. "As it turns out, I had been groping the Lady's ass for a little bit, and I had a raging erection as well. I also discovered that the oil was an aphrodisiac, specifically made to entice the person giving the massage, though it worked on the person getting the massage if less so." Noja wasn't sure he gasped because of what Pyro had told him, or due to the wolf's slick finger tracing around his rump's hole. "In short, the Lady wanted me to fuck her, and right now I wanna find out if you're any tighter since I've left."
Hands returned to green rump, which itself had started to glisten with oil as it was massaged and groped. "I found out later that the Lady had been looking for a victim, if you could call it that, for some time." Noja shivered, his butt starting to hike into the air. A hand came down, striking his rump, and causing a shudder to rip through the diminutive dragon's body. Where his tail was sensitive, his hind end was moreso. Pyro knew him well. "And apparently, I was handsome enough to coerce, though I think anybody in they're right mind wouldn't mind a roll with the Lady." Here the wolf's words stopped, and Noja was left in a brief moment of horny confusion before he felt something warm and wet at his backside, his toes curling as the wolf's tongue began to lick there. The feeling went on for a few moments, then the dragon felt cool air, then an oil-slick finger working its way up his backside.
"Now, the funny thing about the lady is that she had enough money and power to attract many possible suitors on that alone," the wolf went on, the dragon trembling as the finger was soon joined by another. Another shiver beset him, which drove him to clench down on Pyro's fingers as he felt the wolf's mouth suckle at his tail tip. The traveler simply waited, then when Noja relaxed, began to pump his fingers through the dragon's hole again, also resuming the story. "Not only did she have riches and power, but she also had looks. The Lady was very beautiful, as I said, so her hangers-on were not a small group. But because of the oil, I wasn't thinking of any of that, especially with my head between her legs." The wolf chuckled, and Noja abruptly came aware of the fact that the sound was very breathy, and that Pyro's breathing had been heavy for some time. "Sandiel," he said suddenly. "Sandiel was her name. She told me to call her that. But only when we were alone. Said she made, like, a pledge to only tell her given name to her husband or something. I forget. I spent a lotta time between her legs."
By this time, Noja was panting, gripping heavily into the towel. Light trembles coursed over his body while he felt the wolf grip his rump, as well as slide three fingers through it. Below him, the towel was completely stained with evidence of his own arousal, which didn't help matters. Neither did the wolf's story. What little he could hear over the roaring of his ears was about sex. Something had to be done. Maneuvering his trembling tail, he smacked the wolf with it hard enough to get his attention. The story stopped.
"What?" The word was short, almost spat out of the traveler's mouth.
"FUCK ME!" It perhaps came out louder than the dragon had intended, as he was a little surprised at the force of his voice. There was nothing but panting from both males for a few moments, and then the dragon felt the wolf strike his rear end. This caused a soulful moan to burst forth, which repeated when the traveler did it again. And again. And again. Noja could have sworn that he had orgasmed when he felt his friend and lover finally shift, and a hardened cock pushed against his quivering rump.
Pyro leaned over him, and he felt the wolf's hot breath on his neck. "Thought you'd never ask, Noja." Another moan was dragged out of the dragon's mouth, the wolf driving himself within his stretching ring like a glacier. "I'm a bastard," Pyro went on, his voice lower. "Teasin' you like that. Though honestly? I was a few minutes away from losing it and fucking you anyway." The wolf grunted, coming to a hilt in the slender dragon, and as he drew back, words largely ceased between the two.
For his part, Noja could not seem to speak for having moans and grunts pushed out of his muzzle instead. And even if he could, there would be little more coming from him than exhortations for the wolf not to stop. The formations of words and sentences were not helped by Pyro choosing to nip at his neck while pounding his backside, a move that only seemed to steal the energy from his impassioned cries and relegating them only to harsh breaths. Denied language, he wrapped his tail around the traveler's waist, hugging tight.
For all his earlier talkativeness, Pyro now was intent on proving the truth of his words. His length slammed relentlessly into Noja's backside, forcing every moan the dragon could make. Pinning the dragon down by his shoulders, he nipped repeatedly at the dragon's neck before latching his teeth in a larger bite, tongue sliding over the scales of his lover and friend. The wolf could also feel his knot rise at the base of his shaft. It was going to be a short, frantic session, something he was fine with. After all, he was under the influence of an aphrodisiac and had denied himself release for a good chunk of time.
Feeling the knot, Noja moved so that he could push himself into it, with Pyro moving his hands to the disheveled blanket beneath them. Of other thoughts, there were none. All he could feel was the wolf's cock and his bite, and when that stopped the lithe dragon felt again the warm breath on his now saliva-wet neck. His tail gripped tighter to the wolf, then tighter still as an orgasm suddenly blasted through him. Noja cried out in surprise, bolts of pleasure coursing up his spine. When Pyro came moments later, the dragon pulled the blanket in, feeling as if he was immediately brought to the precipice of another orgasm. The feeling receded, slowly, as the two caught their breaths.
The wolf dragged them to their sides, and pulled his slender, green dragon friend in, lightly nuzzling to his neck. "It's good to have you back, Pyro," said Noja after a while.
"It's good to be back," the wolf replied, scritching over the scaled chest.
There was silence for a time, then: "Do you have any other gifts for me?"
"I might."
"Are they anything like the oil?"
In answer, the wolf just grinned.