Moonlight Dancer
He is not content to watch her moonlit dance.
He watched her dance in the moonlight over the still water. He watched as she twirled and flew and admired the grace of her movements and the sheen of her carapace. He was hypnotized by the colors reflected by the moonlight when she dipped into the water and emerged again, glistening brightly. He didn't know where she came from, what she was doing in one of his family's ponds, but he didn't care.
She knew he was there, though she could but barely see the outline of his body, hidden as he was among the rushes. She danced for him. She twirled and danced and listened to his breathing deepen. She dipped into the cool water and felt his gaze upon her anew as she flew out again. She didn't know who he was, if he would attack her for trespassing, but she didn't care.
The moon shone down on them both and, finally, he had had enough. He flapped his wings and quietly buzzing emerged from the reeds. She stopped her dancing and flew in place, looking at him a little fearfully. She could feel him looking her over intently, his eyes wandering over her shining form, only the thin strips of cloth over the buds of her breasts and her cleft keeping him from seeing all of her. She was all too aware that he was completely nude, and the head of his penis was poking out of his vent.
She was more beautiful than any girl he'd ever seen. The luminescence of her wet carapace held him captive, and her wings were so delicately veined... He felt his arousal growing and flew closer to her. She tensed, but did not attempt to escape, she knew that he was faster than her, and besides, the heat in her belly was too distracting. He held one of his hands out to her, and she only hesitated for a moment before taking it gently and letting him lead her down to the shore.
They landed on the shore gently and stood still for a moment, each drinking in the sight of the stranger before them. She felt his hands, slowly, gently, go to her back and untie the knot that held the fabric in place over her nearly flat breasts. His head bent suddenly and she gasped and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck for support as her legs threatened to give way at the sudden sensation of his mandibles gently pinching her nipple, then guiding it into his mouth for him to suckle on. He greedily sucked on and played with her hardening nipple as if trying to drink from her, and then his hands went lower.
She felt first two then all four of his hands strongly caressing her ass under the base of her thick tail. After several long moments of kneading one pair of his hands traced her waist lightly around the front of her and felt the wetness soaking into the fabric covering her smooth pussy. His fingers traced the outlines of her vent, and drew a long, sweet moan from her throat. He stopped and stepped away from her. She looked desperately at him, wondering why he had stopped. His head was bowed, his eyes closed and he took a deep breath.
"This is the last chance you have to stop this. If I go any further I won't have enough control to stop myself if you ask me to." His voice was deep and melodious, and his arousal made it musky. She didn't say anything in reply, just smiled and knelt quickly knelt before him. His long penis was entirely out of his vent now and she wrapped all four hands around it, the fingers just meeting. He threw his head back and pressed his lips together tightly to keep from crying out in pleasure as her hand began to stroke his member. She didn't look up at him, but brought her head down to his shaft, her mandibles wide apart, and kissed the head of his penis repeatedly. Soon both pairs of his hands fell to her head and pushed very gently, asking her to take him into her mouth.
Her mouth felt incredibly hot along the length of his shaft after the cool night breeze and he was unable to hold back a low groan. He stared down at her wide-eyed, this strange girl he had seen for the first time only a few hours ago that was sucking his cock and wondered idly if he was dreaming. When she took a deep breath and slowly pressed his cock into the back of her mouth and into her throat he decided it didn't matter. It was all he could do to keep his body from trying to thrust into her mouth deeply and strongly as he wanted to into her wet pussy.
She felt his body spasm as she took his cock into her throat slowly, trying not to gag as his little jerks made the head of his move back and force quickly. She slowly slid him out her throat and mouth and jerked his long cock with her four hands rapidly and looked up at him. His eyes where clouded with pleasure, his breathing rapid, and every muscle trembled. She let go of him and stood up, pressing her slim body firmly against his slightly bulkier one. She kissed him and pushed him over, landing on top of him.
His mind had still been reeling from the pleasure of her mouth and hands upon him and the sudden falling sensation startled a yelp from him. He looked up at her as she kneeled over him smiling down at him. He felt something drip onto his sensitive cockhead and looked down in time to see the last of the space between her love tunnel and his hard cock disappear. He had thought her mouth had been hot, but her pussy was hotter still, and so velvety soft! His hands went around to her back and pulled her tighter against him.
She was so full! Dear fathers, she had never had a cock so big before. She let him pull her closer to him and rested her head on the hollow of his shoulder, shuddering at the sensation of how much he was filling her up. They were both still a moment as they adjusted to each other's bodies, then she sat up straighter and lifted herself of him until just the head of his cock was in her before dropping slowly back down his length. They gasped together, both breathing hard as they established a rhythm of movement. He pulled back as she raised herself up and drove himself upwards, deep into the depths of her as she lowered herself to meet him again.
Their fucking continued that way for what felt like eternity to the two of them, wrapped as they were in each other. Finally he felt himself approaching his climax and he wrapped both pairs of his strong hands around her and pulled her body tightly to his. His thrusts were swift and strong now, each one hitting that spot deep inside her that made her quiver. The increased pace of his thrusts was rapidly pushing her to her own peak and she thrust back against him, wanting to take him even deeper into her, make him press even harder against her sweet spot.
She reached her peak first, her back bowed and her head turned up to the watching moon as every muscle in her body trembled and her mind exploded. The walls of her silken pussy grew tighter around him as she climaxed and pushed him over the edge and he began to flood the depths of her with his hot seed. She felt the gushing of his seed into her and trembled, laying limply against him in the aftermath of her powerful orgasm.
"My name is Maestro" he said quietly into her ear as they basked in the warmth of each other, "and I would love to watch you dance again sometime."
She smiled sleepily and nodded against his chest. "Maybe we can dance together."
Afterword: If you didn't figure it out (I'm sure most of you did) the characters in this story are anthropomorphic dragonflies. I don't usually write or even read much about insect anthros, so I kind of made it up as I went along. For instance, I know insects don't have breasts, but I like breasts, so these do, just very flat ones (to be aerodynamic). Hopefully I didn't upset any... ?carapace? lovers (as in furry or scaly lovers, but with insects) out there. If you have criticisms, advice, or praise lay it on me, if you just think I'm stupid keep it to yourself, please and thank you.
(yes I know it's been forever since my last story, no I have idea when Lady Muse will inspire me to write another)