A feast for the senses
This is a short story
Description: Still in need and dissatisfied with the prospect of a second pawing session, Khrynia goes in search of the drake plaguing her thoughts, intent on shaping her fantasies into reality.
Arvoran belongs to me
Khrynia belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tastywyrm/
***A feast for the senses***
Rest failed to favor Khrynia, her mind unable to rid itself of Arvoran. While her fascination with the delectable features of his shaft persisted, she found herself equally attracted to his coloring. Those dashing stripes over an expanse bearing the color of old gold. The twin pairs of cream-colored horns flanking an expressive crest as smooth as his wing membranes. How did those feel, she wondered? As warm and soft as her pads? And what of his feet? Did he have scales there as well, prone to fray and fleck?
The questions never stopped bothering her. She twisted and turned, hugged pillows and even grinded them against her vent, smearing her wetness over the knots and threading making up the patterns embellishing their colored forms.
Lifeless. Unsatisfying. Boring. Her paws could ascend her to a second climax, maybe exhaust her well enough for a proper nap, but what joy was it in exploring already treaded paths? Maybe her tongue would...
"Khhr," she grimaced at the mere suggestion of it. While the taste of her heat became bearable, the amount she had to lick and swallow begged to differ. Then there was the matter of neck cramps. Twisting her body into a ball left her neck particularly stiff towards the end, making the final push towards orgasm exhausting in the truest sense of the word.
It had to be Arvoran. Him and his pungent seed. Khrynia's sex quivered in longing to be filled; for her restless walls to be blanketed by soothing cream. It might not take root within her, but to her heat, seed was seed, and his happened to be the ideal cure to her plight.
Filled with renewed purpose, Khrynia scampered on her feet and lunged into the sky, heart up her throat in spite of her much broader experience with other dragons. A lonely male in search of a temporary territory to settle into posed no risks nor threat to her. The scaled variety of dragons seldom banded into groups or clans, spreading out into the world like the seeds of dandelions.
Seed...whenever her thoughts drifted to that word, Khrynia's nether muscles clamped, begging her to forsake whatever principles she held in favor of quenching her dire need. Yet how could she, when THAT was to be her partner?
Sparing him no benefit of the doubt, Khrynia landed between the underbrush in which Arvoran blended surprisingly well and the herd of antelopes he set his eyes on. Though they had their heads bowed to drink, the graceful creatures scampered in every direction faster than Arvoran reacted, leaving Khrynia as the sole target to hunt at the deserted watering hole.
"Rise, you hollow-headed feline impersonator," Khrynia tried to suppress as much frustration as possible from slipping into her tone. Arvoran's sluggishness, wary gaze and lowered crest confirmed the poor job she did at that, so might as well slap some feathery sense into him by batting a wing at his face.
"You do not hunt antelopes during their breeding season. Not even the males. Certainly not from the ground..." she scoffed at whatever madness possessed him to even try outrace a natural earth dweller specialized in evading much swifter predators than his lumbering form.
Arvoran took the blow with surprising dignity, shrugging it off both physically and mentally, almost relieved at her arrival.
"Suppose I deserved that," he swiftly blocked another strike with his own wing, flashing his daring fangs at her. "You don't have to repeat the lesson."
"Hide better next time," Khrynia stepped away from him, flicking her tail nervously while in his presence. "Or the next dragon that encounters you will test the endurance of those scales."
Was it not for her heat, she would have never entertained the presence of such a droll whelp. But he had the allure, and the peeking cock, and the right personality to perhaps learn from her, if approached in the right way.
"You can test it yourself," he bowed into a ground fighting posture, tempting her to test his mettle. "Chances are you'll tear fur and feathers on my spikes without requiring much effort on my part."
"Grrrawh, as if I'm in the mood to educate petty whelps like you into the responsibility of safeguarding a territory..."
Khrynia considered flying off in search of better prospects, unimpressed by Arvoran's attempts to make her acquaintance. So long, so drawn-out, so tedious, the antithesis of what she came here to accomplish.
Against her better judgment, Khrynia dared follow her instinct by stepping up to his now tall yet uncertain form, close enough that she could smell the musk of his emerging member.
"I'm here for your seed." Her muzzle clamped shut after that word, the fantasy of it freezing her on the spot. She had so much more to say, a well-thought reasoning meant to preserve her dignity and paint her heat as the sole culprit of her straight-forward approach.
"Without even testing me?" Arvoran tilted his head to the side, struck by rational disbelief. "Unproven males shouldn't simply--"
"I don't want to be a mate to you," Khrynia interrupted the haughty rite of mateship he was just about to invoke by turning her back to him and raising her tail, set in her decision. "Nor just another hole to relieve the burden of your instincts into."
"How can I even--"
"If my scent appeals to you, that is all the confirmation I require."
Her head pounded. Her pussy throbbed. Her blood boiled. Every strand of fur on Khrynia's body seemed awoken to the reality of her outlandish ploy, sprouted from a mind fogged by suppressing lust. But that was what made it so exciting, so...stimulating. The lack of rules, the wanton disregard for everything her kind believed in. If he left the next day, then she might as well take full advantage of the benefits a scaled male offered.
His hesitation should have annoyed her, but instead, it further flared her arousal. Would he follow her cue? Or mount her like any reasonable wild dragon would, fangs tight around her neck while his hardness ravaged her soppy cunt?
Arvoran's mind rebelled at the prospect of giving in to this ridiculous demand of a dragoness he had only just met, well aware that, should he accept, she might want more and more, until he became a captive in more ways than one. His body, however, had a will of its own, carrying him forward with slow, measured steps no amount of self-control could deny.
He paused in front of her hindquarters, paws coming to a jarring halt as his eyes closed in concentration. So many thoughts, so many choices, all clashing against one another. Part of him knew he always had a choice, that he never truly lost control over his senses, but relinquished it willingly when a similar situation taught him the taste of heat. Yet what did common sense amount to when her inviting fragrance sailed into his nostrils to further cloud his judgment? Why should safety matter when the greatest pleasures life had bestowed upon him happened during sleep? And how could logic prevail in a situation where a female offered herself to him without going through any rite of mateship belonging to his or her kind?
A sharp surge of warmth dashed through Arvoran's muscles, awakening him to the urgency of Khrynia's offer, making him painfully aware that, should he choose not to act, the female might simply find another male to lap away her need. A more brutish one, selfish and far too eager to spend himself inside her without paying any mind to the needs of such a mesmerizing beauty.
Driven forth by guilt and lust alike, Arvoran stepped in front of her hindquarters and licked his snout in preparation, sharing one final glance with her to make sure she still wanted this. Her erotic rumble, together with her half-shuttered eyes, convinced him to inch closer to the isle of moist flesh, the smooth, aromatic concoction of her potent pheromones undeniable in their tug on his instinct.
Instead of hovering above her slit to inhale and savor the smell of utmost desire, Arvoran inadvertently gave in to the impulses of his body, the tip of his snout alighting upon her dainty folds with a wet squelch as he tucked right into his delicious meal.
Khrynia's purr deepened into a rougher, more passionate growl, her claws tearing clumps of grass while Arvoran lapped at the nectar coating her entrance, each dash of his tongue more frantic and desperate than the last. If bottled loneliness had a taste, it had to be the strong, rich and savory aroma of Khrynia's arousal, its foreign allure too potent for Arvoran to resist it.
Eager for more than what he found on the surface, the male plunged his tongue through her quivering depths, her soft, slightly textured walls clasping and distending around him in quick, sudden bursts. Arvoran's cock lurched and bobbed with eager, desperate throbs from the intense kneading his tongue was receiving, the temptation to have that other part of him inside her a churning, maddening ambition.
Just when he was about to press his snout tighter against her vent and sink into her as deep as her tunnel allowed, the furred female swatted him away with her powerful tail, disentangling his soggy nostrils from her quaking, overstimulated mound.
"That is enough," she said, straightening her body and feathered wings alike while a bewildered Arvoran rolled his tongue over his lips to swallow as much of her as he could, his eyes glazed and unfocused. It took him a moment to recover from the brutal separation of snout and warm, throbbing folds, the haze settled over him slowly but surely dissipating until he finally blinked away the blissful immersion in which he sank.
"I..." Arvoran lifted a paw, eager to walk up to the furred female, now settled on her haunches, and explain himself to her. It settled back down a moment after, repelled by her sharp, enigmatic gaze. "I grew overwhelmed. Your taste...it is unlike any I have sampled."
Khrynia's lips pulled into a warm, inviting smile as she pushed herself up and began to shuffle towards him, wiggling her haunches playfully.
"Seems we both have curiosities to sate," she pushed a forepaw against his chest, urging him to take a few steps back to ensure that his instinct failed to get the better of him a second time. "A shame if mine will be cut short just because you can't wait to recover your breath and subdue the tension coursing through you."
The way she glanced at his cock sent a fiery jolt down Arvoran's spine, all but betraying her intentions of letting him slip inside her, should he prove himself worthy in one way or another.
"You have...pleasured yourself," Arvoran tried to sneak his way past her defenses by diminishing his gender's importance in providing the answer to her bothersome heat. "What interest would you have in a male whose attempts to satisfy you might...cut short, as you have put it?"
"Mrrrrr, you are as sharp as your spikes hint," the dragoness trilled as she wound around him, brushing the feathers of a wing over the brown-speckled top of his frills. "Perhaps there is a trial I can put you through. Succeed, and I'll share my den and territory with you as equals."
Hesitation. Such a droll trait. Once again, it fell to Khrynia to guide him down on his side, employing soft nibbles on his crest as well as the soft pads of her paws. Once the drake settled into a position comfortable for those rigid spikes which prevented him from shifting on his back, the actual challenge began.
Arvoran growled no protest. He twitched no wing, nor did his forepaws rise to block the advance of her rump squatting down on his face. For all intents and purposes, Khrynia did mount him. Just not in the expected way. His last chance at a complaint got swallowed by her puffy folds molding around his snout tip, her fleshy entrance distending to welcome him in. Soft, pebbly scales scratched every inch of her shuddering folds, rolling the dragoness' eyes into the back of her skull from the intensity of her quaking tremors.
"C...ontinue...mrrmm...feasting," Khrynia's voice shuddered in unison with her haunches, tail curled upward to give him complete dominion over her heat-soaked sex. The little horn cresting his snout tip blocked the advance of her vagina, able to take in at least a few inches of his upper jaw. Due to that pesky feature, she made do with just the shallow portion holding his nostrils, drenching them within that sweltering mess persisting from her rubbing session.
Arvoran's sharp gasp, followed by a snappy snort to clear his nostrils, caused her genital walls to convulse and squirt a shallow spurt of juices over his throat, her vision faltering as if from climax. Shocked by the extent of such stimulation, Khrynia straightened her body, her terse breaths shameful compared to the male's more even and controlled ones.
"Do you need a moment to recover?" Arvoran's purr rubbed further arousal into her already tense mound, her insides ravaged by uncontrollable ripples of inexplicable warmth.
"Continue," she squatted back down, this time letting her vent hover an inch shy of his nostrils to give him the chance to actually wash her there. "You'll know when to stop."
Warm puffs of air caressed fur and flesh alike, drawing in the whims of heat ravaging Khrynia. She could feel the strength of her spicy reek bother her own muzzle while Arvoran faced down the source of it, preferring to inhale the rough odor instead of wiping it off.
"Start already," the jerk of her hips smearing lines of female drool over dark gold scales motivated the drake to finally tuck into her. "Yessssss, lick it. Lick it all. It's all yoursssss...."
Khrynia's gasps, snarls and sharp moans broke down her entranced hiss. Only instinct remained, driving her hindquarters up and down Arvoran's muzzle in a fluid, humping motion, treating him as if she would his cock. Unlike the twitchy erection sitting between her forelegs, its fleshy nubs rock-hard from the sensory overload gripping the male, Arvoran's tongue had much better control. Similar to a dog devouring the swollen cunt of a bitch, the young drake practically worshipped her mound through rapid licks and humming satisfaction alike. Some of his earlier wildness tapered off as well, constricted by the awful pressure welled within the increasingly thicker ridges lining the base of his shaft.
Though every fiber in Khrynia's body strained in combined effort to withstand the clashing waves of bliss lapping at the shores of her conscience, this one detail threatened to undo her. It bobbed. It pulsed. It even spat a single spurt, followed by a sudden lapse in his consistent licks.
Khrynia's heart skipped a beat, squeezed by breathless terror. In an irrational, barely coordinated flash, the dragoness switched her rump for her head, squatting all the way down on Arvoran's member to ensure his seed no longer dried on dry, uncaring earth.
"Yawwwww--" the dragoness' breath cut, stolen by the firmness spearing its way through her spasm-ridden tunnel all the way through. Every ridge she took added to the unbearable heat amassed within her, breaking through her resolve before their slits even kissed. Gushes of squirting female climax, thickened by the combined seed of Arvoran's eruption, splattered over his final set of ridges, the warmth of combined fluids intoxicating to her firmly pressed lips against underbelly scales.
Khyrnia's head shoved backwards to loosen her howl, but all she managed was a feeble croak, her wit stolen by the taut girth lodged within her bathing her innermost reaches. The strength of his jets tickled her in the most fascinating ways. They tricked her clamping walls, convincing her instinct that he reached deeper than he should have, demanding her strong vaginal muscles to stop his advance. That brief, repetitive squeezes led to even thicker and mightier spurts, the male's stifled whimpers augmenting the cascade of paralyzing warmth locking her body in place.
"Awwwr....." Khrynia's voice returned only after Arvoran's spade and ridges lost their vitality, lessening the indomitable pressure welled up within her. Dazed, awestruck, uncoordinated, Khrynia flopped down on him with his member still inside, tucking her head, feathered crest and all, under his chin.
"You didn't disappoint," she rasped, trying to thank him with a grateful lick that never came. So fulfilled she felt, that even that slightest motion felt taxing by comparison. "Come live with me for the time being. I'll teach you all there is to know about my kind."
Such strong scent, penetrating through the veil of her heat. Khrynia's nostrils flared to breathe it in, finding her blood boiling from a mere whiff of it. She'd sleep so well tonight after scraping more lust off her walls in those addictive barbs of his.
***The End***
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