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This is a story commission that I have written for Saphirafafnar: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/saphirafafnar/

Description: The mysterious dragoness going by the name of Midnight invites Felran into her home, expecting to explore his delightful and exotic features(such as his kitty paws!) given that she awarded him the same courtesy when she presented him with her sex in the previous installment.

Felran(c) belongs to me

Midnight(c) belongs to Saphirafafnar

***Unexpected company chapter 2***

Awe flattened Felran's ears when he passed under the expertly crafted arch that led into Midnight's cavernous lair. His previously low, timid eyes explored it with renewed courage, and his mane bristled with anticipation at finally visiting the home--no, the lair--of a dragon who lived with humans, but not among them. How was it even possible to reconcile those two distinct worlds? His father never mentioned it to him. Not even the possibility of it...

"Don't idolize it too much," she nuzzled the pink side of his neck, the slightest hint of a purr vibrating within her throat. "It's a home like any other, serving the same purpose."

"It's more than a home," Felran mouthed, struck by its dark depths. "It is a sanctuary, a part of the tales my father recited to me when I was but a hatchling. The darkness never scared me like it did the human hatchlings; it intrigued me, dared me to explore it, no matter what might await within its depths..." his words faltered as he made his way inside, his paw pads trading the familiar caress of grass for the cold, damp, unnerving kiss of smooth stone.

"I never felt safer than I did within its embrace. They couldn't see me, but I did so with great clarity."

"Where did you hide? In a basket? Under a bed?"

The pang of embarrassment that struck Felran convinced his eyes to avert from the confident dragoness whose long, regal crest flagged in excitement for having a new toy to play with. He noticed Midnight taking the lead, but the young drake remained behind, pretending to be overly taken with the marble arch that seemed to support the entire weight of the mountain upon its gilded frame.

"What do the runes say? They're not in a language I'm aware of."

"If you're worthy of my time, perhaps I may take you to the people who speak it." Midnight's tail gently wrapped around his neck, its thick, fluffy tip caressing his throat ever so slightly as she led him further into her home. Felran expected the stone walls to ooze humid coldness, but the shimmering patterns weaving across their surface pulsed with gentle warmth. At first, the young dragon believed it to be the work of magic, but the patterns were united by distinct nodes, by gemstones so small he had to squint to notice them.

Yellow topaz. Just like her eyes.

"Had I your feet, I would have imbued the floor with the same warmth," Midnight said over the audible pitter-patter of Felran's meaty paw pads. "The inside is far cozier, and if it is warmth you seek, then I know a method or two to indulge you."

Her eyes acquired that sly look, the one that reminded Felran of where they left off before he suggested she continued her inspection of him in a more intimate and comfortable setting. As if to delay the inevitable as much as possible and prolong the suspense, Midnight had worn Felran out by guiding him past one too many notable elements of the city, abusing his thirst for knowledge until he practically asked to rest with her. It seemed like a brilliant idea at the time to avoid sharing a barn with jittery, nickering horses, and it was only now that crisp clear realization dawned on him.

He behaved exactly the way she expected him to, like a lost, naive male in need of guidance that she was far too ready to provide. That both intrigued and intimidated Felran, for older dragons without a mate preferred solitude for one too many nefarious reasons, as his human father would say during his many moments of cogitation.

The corridor through which she led him looked to be dug by humans rather than shaped through magic. It bore the old yet distinct strikes of pickaxes that created ripple-like formations in the stone. A mine shaft, then? Something else?

His excitement rose with each step he took onto the slanting path that led into the belly of the mountain, claws jutting out of their sheaths to aid him at times when the ground became uneven.

"To the left," Midnight said, tugging on his neck with unexpected resoluteness to keep him from studying the forking path too much. "This is where I currently reside. The rest is...a work in progress."

He knew better than ask or doubt her intentions, especially when he was a guest in her home. By the looks of it, he made the correct decision, for Midnight's tail carried him in what appeared to be her resting chamber as the piles over piles of pillows indicated.

"Soft enough for you?" She let go of him to dive into a mountain of wider, oblong-shaped pillows that seemed to make up her main bed. "Or perhaps your dainty pads prefer the caress of silk upon their elevated surface."

Her tail pointed at a round amalgamation of shapes and colors surrounded on two sides by two tall bookshelves. It wasn't just pillows, but quilts, blankets, and even the odd robe, vest, and other, foreign-looking human clothes. Felran rushed to them, amazed by the intricate needlework that allowed the artisans to paint floral shapes upon the casing of the pillows with gold and silver thread.

"Those are the same runes upon the arch," Felran dug a slim, rectangular pillow from the pile. "Yet the other ones...they're different."

"How many tales of impractical dragon hoards your father has told you, I wonder?" Midnight wasted not a second in rolling onto her back and wiggle her sleek, serpentine body to brush her luxurious mane against the pleasant surface of her sprawling bed.

"None that lasted more than a few seconds. He found them...exaggerated." And that was putting it mildly!

"Is that so?" Midnight parted her legs so she could steal a glimpse of his timid paw immediately lifting off the pillow he wanted to explore. "Do you believe it to be so?"

Yes. No. Not really. Midnight's collection impressed him in so many ways, from their varied shape and size, coloring and embroidery and even the way she arranged them, but none of those soft, beckoning things charmed him as much as she did. The topic at hand vanished from his mind as his eyes absorbed each and every one of her features, from the alluring thickness of her tail tip to the slim, graceful shape of her long toes and to the slim, angular snout of hers that stirred his heart at the thought of how she used it.

He wished he could have dwelled more on it, to study the soft, narrow plates running along its top and bloomed into her perky crest, but the isolated and far too obvious dash of pink between her haunches caught his attention, and once it did, he found it impossible not to stare at it.

"Come closer," Midnight motioned at him by curling the toes of her hind paws invitingly. "Don't let it intimidate you. The way you have licked me there, rrrmmmmm, I'll never forget it."

"It...it smelled so good..." Felran jumbled his words, the fire within him awakening under the caress of familiar tendrils of feminine scents wafting from her sex. "I simply wanted to explore it. To explore my first female," he corrected himself, wings tensing with the urge to cover himself and block that teasing, playful glare of hers.

"I am glad you followed your instinct over your senses," Midnight rested her head back, rolling from side to side, a restless, ebony ribbon in a sea of colors. "You're a dragon, Felran, one who was denied many of the things I take for granted."

"Such as a needlessly expansive lair littered with enough pillows to supply an entire city?"

He never expected Midnight's melodious giggle to grace his ears from such crude jape, yet the dragoness practically fell from her bed from the way she violently shook.

"Come over, you sweet thing," she demanded instead of asking, the dark slits within her amber pools thin with excitement. "Unless you want me to shift on my weary paws and drag you here myself."

He hesitated for just one second, yet even that was enough for Midnight to roll onto her feet, spread her long, majestic wings and leap over to him without even giving him the chance to set his foot down.

"I'm positively worn out, and I presume your human father informed you that it is customary for the male to rest against his female, mrrr?"

It was the other way around, but he dared not contradict her given the tight squeeze of her tail around his throat as she led him over to her bed.

"Make yourself comfortable," she encouraged him with a light nudge on the side of his neck, pushing him towards a pile of thin, square-shaped pillows. "Rest those weary paws of yours. They look too fragile for extended travel on foot, rrrrf!"

She cared little for the slight discomfort throbbing within his pads from their prolonged walk during which she described the city to him in great detail, and it mattered not to her that Felran reluctantly kneaded at the soft carpet under his feet that led into her bed. He hoped she would mistake it for nervousness, but instead, he simply wanted to wipe off the film of moist apprehension forming around the edges of his pads. Yet, no matter the dust-caked state of his paws, she stared at them with the confident intensity of a dragon accustomed to getting what she wanted, and she was not about to let his uneasiness get in the way of things.

Not after she took him within the depth of her maw and swallowed his essence without any reluctance or distaste for the thick, clumped, pungent thing that his first seed was.

"I won't do anything that you aren't comfortable with, young one," she slid her tongue over the sensitive scales of his jaw, again and again until he reluctantly lied down on his side, a stiff, tense hind paw raised halfway into the air. "I encouraged you to sate your curiosity back in the library. Am I not allowed to do the same?"

She was more than welcome to, only that...it came difficult to Felran to brush off that gnawing feeling of impropriety. She was too regal, too charming, and far too lovely to stoop as low as exploring his paws.

If only the dragoness saw the situation from his perspective...

"If it is their state that bothers you, then you'd be glad to know that I have just the thing."

Eager to get started with her exploration, she reached for a swath of silk trapped between the bed of pillows, sat on her haunches in front of Felran's hind paw to free her forelegs, and began wiping his foot as good as her three lithe and shorter, thumb-like fourth toe allowed.

Felran's paw immediately jolted in her grasp, unused to another's touch on such private and previously unexplored area. The constant the poking and prodding of claws only made it worse, drawing squeaks and whines from the squirming dragon that Midnight gave no quarter to. Instead of giving up, Midnight favored him a shrewd smile and continued her cleaning duty with the middle of her paw, her three toes latching around the back of his foot while her thumb did all the work.

It took great effort to keep from tensing, growling and grimacing at how uncomfortable Midnight's initiative felt. Although smooth, the dry texture of the silken strap created the most bothersome of tickles, urging him to draw his paw back repeatedly. At times, her claw would accidentally poke between his pads, making it nigh impossible for him to hold back his yelp.

"Clean enough," she mentioned, throwing the dust-speckled cloth onto his other paw, preparing to do the same. Felran stiffened at the prospect of going through the same ordeal, and in his panic, he thrust his paw against her chest, practically offering it to her.

"One is enough, isn't it? They are the same, after all."

"Mhhhhhrmmm, might be," she crooned, using Felran's temporary distraction to drag the ribbon of silk over the pads of his other paw and remove most of its dirt as well. "Then again, you wished to explore my sex most thoroughly, so now I expect the same from you."

Explore how? And why? Felran's head spun with bewilderment, nerves roiling in his gut in fear of Midnight finding him...inappropriate. Of all his features that she could have picked to delight herself with, it had to be his frigid paws, devoid of all the warmth of courage that might make them remotely interesting to a dragon who was clearly fascinated with his kind.

"They're colder than the last time," she noted as she nuzzled each of his paws in turn. "Let me warm them up."

Her tongue rolled over the exposed pads of his paw, a warm and slippery eel that caused his toes to clench and grab at it instinctively. Midnight mistook that for enjoyment, of course, and buried the tip of her snout further between his pads, resorting to licking at his bean-shaped toes with short flicks to avoid getting her tongue trapped.

"Good?" She gave him a brief moment of respite while she brushed the scales of her cheek against the pink surfaces, purring at how soft they felt undoubtedly. "Your kind is so blessed. You can stroke each other's scales in ways that I never can."

For her sake, Felran tried to keep his paw as still as possible, to fight back the instinct to recoil or kick her off, and to finally accept that Midnight was dead-set in discovering the secrets of his body. She took far greater pleasure in the reactions he might have than the softness of the pads themselves, her gallivanting eyes emphasizing that as they roamed between him, his barbed, peeking tip that the memory of her tongue in another place inevitable drew out, and the toes her tapered appendage visited in turn.

"Hrrrrrhhhhhm," Felran's throat rumbled with a guttural moan as he splayed his neck over the fluffy pillows, his eyes slowly shuttering in growing relaxation. The wet, slurping sounds of her carress, coupled with the rhythmical and methodical approach she had in basking his paw in all the warmth she could muster, beckoned Felran to give in to her ploy and to fully savor the eerie shudders coursing through him.

Once he no longer analyzed every single one of Midnight's actions and simply lived in the moment, dormant pleasure blossomed within Felran's gut. Weak, sporadic tremors coaxed his member to stir and throb out of its confines, fueled by the addictive touch of her tongue and vivid imagination both. She had no access to his thoughts in which he imagined her maw engulfing his malehood; to the feverish, swiftly-passing, and far too many scenarios where his seed spurted in her mouth, over her neck, or shot over her belly when she wished to take him inside her without accounting for how close he truly was.

If she kept at it, the young dragon was certain his seed would burst from the mere licks on his paws, for they were too delightful and elaborate in their approach, and they stirred his mind as much as they did his cock. Midnight might have been more reserved initially, intent on exploring the surface of his smooth paw pads, but after several licks meant to accommodate him to her tongue, the dexterous serpent showed its true capabilities by sneaking between his toes and forcing them to spread.

"Mraaaah!" Felran's moaning complaint sailed right past her ears, the crafty female aware of how much he relished having those nooks and crannies braved by the tapered tip of her tongue given how his toes groped and kneaded at her snout.

"Fascinating," she said during the brief moment of respite it took her to shift to his other, drier paw to grab and guide against his other, so that they stood side by side. "I never realized the space between them is just as smooth yet far, far more sensitive."

She showed that to him by poking at the soft, scaleless tissue between his pads, her growling laughter intertwining with Felran's agitated squeaks and yelps.

"Every male has his weakness, and I think I just discovered your second one."

The first, of course, pulsed and bobbed in front of her, which she seemed to suckle on with her very gaze.

"Mrr..." Felran restrained his lustful growl just in time. His head felt so light, and his member too heavy with lust that he wished for her to drain out of him. It shocked him to see his self-control brought to such fragile state, but Midnight unlocked something within him, a stifled, primordial desire that he had denied for so long prior to meeting her.

"In a moment," her response made his thick shaft jerk to attention, every one of Felran's scales itching with heated impatience to experience that overwhelming bliss all over again. "I'm almost done with your intriguing paws."

Almost, but not quite. Her salacious expression might have revealed her intentions to the flustered, panting Felran, but her tongue had other, peaceful desires this time around. Rather than poke and prod the skin lining the space between his toes, the dragoness used it to slither between them, separate them, and engulf each of them within her warm embrace. When she dragged his paw closer to her teeth, Felran's hackles raised in panic, only for his eyelids to droop over his wide eyes in surprising pleasure at how great it felt to have those sharp tips gently scratch and nibble at his broad, central paw pad.

She then switched to his other paw, trading her newly acquired expertise between them, her purr amplifying whenever she noticed Felran enjoying her rhythm by fanning out his toes, clenching them, or simply pushing his paw against her snout to demand more of her attention. He never anticipated that such silly curiosity would make his heart beat so fast, that his cock would grow to full mast before her very eyes, and that he would find the courage to demand more of her silky tongue's caress.

Including the tacit proposition to shift her attention to his rigid, aching malehood.

Although dread visited him the first time she swallowed his seed, Felran had the strangest, most pervert of urges to watch her swallow his seed this time around. He considered it shameful at first; the weak, deplorable act of a male too overtaken with pleasure to hold back seed meant solely for her nether depths, and yet, the thrill of witnessing how much she savored his essence all but overtook him.

It didn't take Midnight long to take note of his lascivious intentions. They were obvious in the way his toes spread, wiggled and clenched around her tongue, practically guiding her motions to ensure that she finally licked every inch of them and thus satisfied her curiosity. So absorbed Felran grew in their silly game, that his heart all but broke through his chest the moment her eyes locked with his, sharp and knowing.

"A little more, and you'd share your seed with yourself instead of me, wouldn't you?" She purred between the last licks over his slobbering pads. "After all, your paw pads are as pink as your member, so it makes sense to me they are receptive in their own way, if not as much."

Her wink puzzled Felran, but not more than the forepaws that pushed his hind legs aside so that she could walk between them with expected, arousing confidence.

"It is a most curious thing that the very drake who found the act of releasing his seed inside my maw unfitting now wishes for the same to happen," Midnight backed down a step or two so that her tongue could reach his tip and wrap around it.

Felran instantly stiffened, teeth gnashing against each other to keep his seed from bursting forth before he even dragged him into the sweltering confines of her mouth. But then, her grip unraveled, and the dragoness resumed her previous position right above him. Had a droplet of her drooling lust not dripped over his member, Felran wouldn't have noticed how wet she grew, or how puffy and flushed her nether lips turned.

"N--no," he tried to shield himself with the first, poorly conceived lie that came to mind. "Your tongue...it reminded me of how intense it all felt. No more."

"No more?" Midnight's crest flicked, the intense stare of her amber eyes forcing his hind paws together to knead at one another nervously while his fores tucked even further in submission. "Your stiffness begs to differ."

"Hrrrrhhh," Felran growled, more in lust than discomfort as her hind paw snatched his malehood, her smaller dewclaw allowing her to hold it far more thoroughly than he expected from her foreign paws.

"You tasted wonderful, young one," she teased him with a lick between her nostrils while her hind paw slowly, gently glided down his length to feel the texture of the fleshy nubs lining his member's underside tug at the smooth surface of her foot. "Rich, fertile, and of long, terrible longing. I'd love nothing more than to fill my maw with your thick, delightful nectar. However..."

Felran's exhale rushed out of him in a single gasp the moment she freed him, heart pounding with the relentless inevitability of his climax. A few seconds more, and he'd have shot all over her pristine dark scales in his highly aroused and vulnerable state.

"Just as I wondered about how such pink, soft-looking paws feel against my scales and tongue, so must you have dreamt about how my sex would feel around the entirety of your erection."

Without giving him time to suck in a deep breath, much less to respond to her overwhelming proposition, the dragoness lowered her hindquarters and arched her back, aiming her patch of wet scales straight at his barbed, throbbing tip. Had he watched his shaft spread her appetizingly swollen folds and stretch her tunnel as it braved further into her depths, Felran would have definitely climaxed. To prevent that and withhold his seed long enough to fully hilt himself inside her, the drake shuttered his eyes tight and brought his wings around him instinctively, jaws locked together tight to try and fend off the impending surge of bliss that would definitely paralyze him.

"Mrrrarrrhhhh," came his sizzling growl upon tasting the hot, slick nectar painting her fevered lips upon the highly sensitive barbs crowning his tip. Creases formed along the faded scales of his snout, lips parting to reveal tense, glistening fangs.

"Surely you did not expect me to take you into myself without first savoring those delightful fleshy protrusions that adorn the head of your member," the dragoness emitted an equally intense and pleased rumble. Her body rocked with suave gentleness, allowing her lips to slide and tease his tapered spade without engulfing him in her warm embrace. No matter how Felran bucked and tensed and thrusted, she always evaded his efforts to penetrate her, intent on first delighting his cock with wet, soppy kisses of her nether lips.

It was only when his forepaws reached for her shoulders and his claws insistently dug into her scales that the dragoness' resolve faltered. Her deep, echoing growl was not one of pain or discomfort, but of unbridled lust at being practically dragged down onto a male truly desperate to enter a female.

"Rrrrh, the impatience of youth..." she mused out loud to a drake who only heard the sound of his thumping heart when the greatest elation he ever felt enveloped his shaft in hot, sweltering embrace.

"Graaaaaaarhhhhhh!" He more moaned than roared, enraptured by the taut clamping of her muscles that massaged every inch, every fleshy nub and barb along his spire on his way into her depths. Midnight kept the motion of her descent upon his loins slow and steady, giving Felran a chance to get used to the shuddering muscles encasing him, yet there was no adapting to it. His toes, fanned out to their limits, eloquently depicted the strain inflicted upon his young, naïve senses by the waves of insurmountable pleasure; a pleasure that threatened to consume him with every inch he braved deeper into Midnight's increasingly tighter depths.

Unlike her deft, serpentine tongue that coiled around his shaft to guide him into her maw, the insides of a dragoness were tighter, smoother, wetter, and far warmer than he ever anticipated. And the tremors! The constant, mind-addling ripples that surged through her clamping walls! Felran found those impossible to withstand without holding his breath and focusing on sheltering himself up to his slit inside her. It was the slowest, most grueling and rewarding journey he ever experienced, one where every muscle within his body tensed and tightened in order to see it to completion.

"Khhrrr, Khrrrrrrr," he tried to warn her of his inability to hold on a second longer. When words failed to come, his paws attempted to carry on his meaning by seizing her neck and drag her head against him, so that he could plant a timid lick on her snout.

"I know," Midnight purred, nuzzling his throat and jaw and ear. "I'm aware. I feel the tension trying to escape you within every nub and barb on your cock, so tight and ready to surrender your seed to me."

She lifted herself off him just a little, and Felran could practically feel her abundant arousal worming down his soaked shaft and pooling at the base of his slit. Then, without warning, she eased herself back down on his shaft, her flesh trembling and squeezing at him with renewed longing.

"You feel so wonderful, sweet drake," she warbled over his rising, high-pitched growl clawing its way up his throat. "The way you throb, the tightness of your flared tip, the gentle tug of your barbs at my smooth, receptive walls..."

The dragoness trailed off, losing herself to her own carnal delight as she began pumping and swaying her hips up and down, attempting to bring him to climax with the gentle, intimate movements a mate would use on her partner. To Felran, a dragon who never made his way into a dragoness until now, that was far too much and far too quick, and the young drake let her know of that through his sharp, sudden, guttural shriek as his seed immediately exploded out of him.

As soon as she felt the first and strongest jet of seed pelt against her insides, Midnight covered the remaining distance between their genital slits in one fell swoop, her greedy muscles and swollen lips sucking the entire length of Felran to ensure that he spent his seed as deep into her as possible.

"Yawwwwwwrrrrr, rrrrr, rrrrrr," the strong, demanding spurts broke through Felran's climactic yowl, his head swirling under the caress of unimaginable waves of pleasure. Midnight grounded him into reality with the licks she placed over his snout while the rocking motion of her hips ensured that every throb and jerk of his cock felt far better and richer than the previous. She did not speak, preferring to let her pussy's rhythmical milking and tongue's caress to show Felran the meaning of a male's union with a female, and to him, nothing had felt as great and rewarding.

It might have lasted but a moment, yet in Felran's mind, seconds stretched into infinity under the persistent squeeze of her walls that meant to suckle every drop of young, thick, pent-up seed from a male so eager to give her his all. The shudders rushing through her blissful canal hinted at how much she enjoyed him, at how demanding her thirst for his seed was, at how important it was to her that she drained him dry. He could never dare deny her this, no matter how little he knew of her, and he made that known to her through snarls and whimpers and jerky nuzzles.

"Hrraaaaaaaaaaaah," his monstrous exhale came out of him at the end of his last spurts, the drake's lilac eyes blurred with tears of elation.

"The first time is always the most memorable one," Midnight noted as she lowered herself upon his exhausted form with his cock still inside her. "It is strong, quick, unexpected, and far more than you ever imagined when you were by yourself."

"I no longer want to be," Felran said while his mind was still addled by the bliss of his first coupling with a dragoness. "I want to be yours. I want to--"

"Mrr, don't be so hasty," she sealed his muzzle shut with affectionate licks and nuzzles. "It is natural for a male who shared his seed with a female to seek the permanence of a mateship, but we live in different worlds and have different ambitions."

Somehow, her answer did not intimidate Felran as much as he anticipated. His father had warned him of it, only...he didn't expect to find out about it while still caressed by her nether's embrace.

"You can share my lair while you are here, just like I plan to share myself with you," the dragoness cradled his head and dragged him against her throat, where her strong, vibrant purr bespoke of how much she cherished their union.

***End of chapter 2***

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