The Daily Ritual
The Daily Ritual, by Skie
A spontaneously written short story.
Warning: Contains a father/son relationship, homosexuality and zero plot.
The time is exactly 6:37 PM as we observe a teenage dragon swishing his sinuous tail in the rhythm of a tune from his Nintendo DS Lite. His green, finely articulated tail thumps occasionally at the mattress the fellow is sitting on, the boy completely lost in thoughts as he's about to finish one of the last levels in the game Elite Beat Agents. The blue bedsheets of the broad mattress go helter skelter under his tail's thrashing as he taps away at the Nintendo DS's screen with notable skill with the black stylus, barely missing a target. That dragon's name is Jadrian Blazarius, fourteen-year-old son of Jerrith Blazarius, simply known as 'Jad' with his buddies, but 'Jade' to his family and relatives. Or little that was left of the Blazarius bloodline. His mother was gone, and it was a subject Jerrith always was reluctant to talk about, so it was made a taboo in the small family of only two people left.
The clock ticks onward to 6:39 PM and Jadrian finishes the level with great score. "This is the damn best game ever", he states once again, displaying a toothy grin at the handheld console's screen. He suddenly looks up to the clock as it slowly, but surely goes towards 7 PM. His father should be home any minute now, which he's nearly unable to wait for. He was proud of his father. The boy often labels him as 'the most kick-ass father of all time', which the elder dragon literally wasn't short of, having picked up a sport called Dragon Boxing in his teens and fared well in it. The difference between normal and dragon-style boxing is that the use of wings and tail are highly encouraged, and fighters have come up with ingenius tactics and moves. Many times had he watched together with his dad from tape as he K.O.s difficult opponents in the ring with his master move: the Blazarian Punch, they called it. It was the pinnacle of expertiese, a combination of wing use for extra speed and a well aimed fist, easily dropping opponents stone cold. Unfortunately, his father received a fracture in his right forearm a few years ago and had to quit dragon boxing, but he still follows the scene like a hound dog, and makes sure his body's in tip top shape.
6:42 PM - A key enters a fine lock, which click-clacks open. Jadrian's ears perk up as he hears the sound of a door opening a few rooms away; his dad was home! The lithe teenager rockets up from his father's bed and closes his game, leaving it on the bedside table. He darts past the doorway and runs along a fine carpet to the vestibule of the house, his eyes meeting with his towering father's. The two male dragons were near polar opposites. The only thing in common was the colour of their bodies. Jadrian was young, but it was apparent that he had a very sleek and slim bodybuild, the teen standing only about five feet tall, and a golden mane decorated his rich green body, all of that inherited from his similarly built mother. Jerrith was massive. He had broad shoulders and impressive wings, and he loomed at over seven and a half feet. Boxing magazines in the past had labelled his body as one of the finest examples of a heavyweight boxer's structure in the decade. The elderly dragon's head was adorned with several helical horns and he had a shorter, completely black mane. Jerrith's muscles were kept in tone and he often seemed awkward in the business suit tailored for him, but today he came home straight from gym, wearing baggy black shorts and a typical grey wife beater, which was moist from sweat.
"He-hey, sonny!" Jerrith greets and picks Jadrian up into a dragonhug, his bulky arms wrapping around his offspring in a most loving manner.
"Hey dad!" was Jadrian's simple but enthusiastic reply. His tail swishes to and fro in large arcs as his father grasps him so fondly, his thighs clasping on either side of that massive torso to support himself. On the other hand, the musk and sweaty stench of his dad makes him wrinkle his nostrils. It isn't a completely unpleasant stench, but very abundant to his sensitive sense of smell.
The father inquires, "Been a good boy while I was gone, Jade?" and slides his broad palms underneath Jadrian to support him in the air, making them meet snout-to-snout.
"Mm-hmm!" was the reply this time, accompanied by a nod from Jadrian's head. He then adds before his father gets to ask: "And yes, I did all my homework hours ago."
"Good, good", the elder green murmurs and presses his lips in a small smooch on his boy's forehead in a way of showing completely platonic love. "That's good to hear, and I'm sorry for almost being late tonight. There was a lot of work to do, but I just needed to go lift some weights to keep myself in shape, for you", he adds with a broad smile.
Jadrian giggled cheerfully and licked over his father's snout, not once, not twice, and not even thrice. The taste of sweat was delicious and enticing, so the dragon lapped along his elder's bridge of the muzzle on both sides, and on his cheeks, until he heard a rumbly chuckle.
"There will be more of that soon", Jerrith murmured with his baritone voice to his dear's ear, "but not yet." He lowers Jadrian back to his feet on the carpet and speaks again, "Let's have a snack before we start the ritual. You go on ahead to kitchen and grab something, I'll be right there."
"All right", Jadrian said, and was sent to the kitchen with a fond pat on the butt from his father.
"The ritual..." Jerrith murmured and smirked. The ritual had become something that twined Jerrith and his son together. After losing his wife, Jadrian was the apogee of his life, and he made sure he gave his beloved son everything he could. Everything. When Jadrian had discovered his sexuality and masturbated for the first times, Jerrith accidentally found out and decided to explain everything about the bees and the flowers. But it would be years until any female could offer anything to his son, and he was concerned about Jade's body - it also resembled him so much of her wife Celiarina. The daily ritual was something to unite the family of two together, and he wanted to introduce his boy to the world of sex in his own way. Jerrith's long tongue slathered past his own chops, around where he was licked. The past few days had been awfully hectic and their ritual had to be left out from the daily curriculum, and he wanted to make up for that loss. The bulky dragon was sweaty and his wings and tail were twitching from hormones after the proper set of moves at the gym.
Today will be special.
Jerrith pulls off the bothersome tanktop and takes it to his room, leaving it on the chair by the bedside table, then takes the small table's key from his bunch of keys and unlocks the drawer. From there he pulls out a small piller container, which he smoothly opens with his dull, clawed fingertips. He takes two pills, then redeposits the container and locks the drawer. The pills were for spicing up tonight's ritual. As he turns about and heads for the kitchen, his eyes pass by the clock on the wall; it was only five minutes till 7 PM. It was soon time.
Jadrian looks up to his father as he enters the room, then continues spreading butter on a pair of slices of bread. He added cheese, ham and cucumber from the fridge, then settles down to dine on them alongside with a tall glass of cold milk. Jerrith smiles and decides on the same diet, preparing some sandwiches for himself, then seats down beside his Jade gem, wrapping an arm and a wing around his son.
The elder dragon places one of the lozenge-shaped, blue pills on the table and tells, "Here, boy. Have one of these with your milk. Because of recent events, I've been very busy and I had to cancel the ritual a couple of times. Today will be special, and the ritual will be long. This will help us both." He then shows a similar pill and gulps it down alongside with a mouthful of milk.
"What is it, dad?" Jadrian enquires with a curious look, his eyes peering at the pill with a 'V'-letter in the middle.
"It's viagra. It is only for special occasions, for when the ritual is longer than normal", the father explains with still that broad smile going from cheek to cheek. "Just be a good boy and have it. You will notice the difference later", he assures.
Jadrian does what he's told, then continues munching on the sandwiches like normal. His tail twitches from anticipation as the clock ticks nearer to 7'o clock. That's when the ritual officially starts. For almost a year already it has done so, and he couldn't wait for it.
Jerrith finishes his meal in time and eyes at the clock. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... - The minute hand switches on top of number 12, and the hour hand locks on the number 7. His head dips beside Jade's supple, small ear and he murrs, "The time for the ritual has come. Are you ready, daddy's boy?" The massive dragon's lips nibble once on the teen's earlobe, then he snuffles at his kin.
"I'm ready daddy," the boy mutters, sounding cute and very effeminate when he speaks that silently, which makes his father growl with approval.
"That's a good boy. Now, let's head to the bathroom. You can taste more of daddy's hide. You would like that, wouldn't you?" Jerrith inquires, even though the answer is clear.
"Please, I do" replies Jadrian. The teen boy is then easily lifted up from the chair by his armpits and taken into another massive hug by his creator. The teen dragon clings to his father and presses his snout into the groove betwixt Jerrith's head and shoulder, supporting himself as he's carried.
They soon arrive to the bathroom and Jadrian descends on the tiled floor from the musky embrace.
"Now, rule number one of the ritual; no clothing", Jerrith reminds.
"Of course, dad", comes the reply, and both of the dragons slide off the few garments they're wearing, piling them up on a stool in the corner.
Jerrith's eyes wander on his boy's tail and backside, which are of much paler green below than rest of the body. Petite wings adorn the teen's back and his dexterous tail moves irresistibly, the tip doing an excited jump at random intervals. His body is sleek, but the dragon isn't awkwardly thin; a slim layer of fat coats the slender creature. A layer that's so soft and warm to rub, Jerrith reminisces. The elder dragon purrs to his son as the boy turns around and exposes his pale green front, "You look beautiful, Jade."
There's a tint of red on those cheeks and a slightly embarrassed smile on Jadrian's snout. The boy who was earlier so energetic and expressive now simply wiggles still and stares at his father's body in awe, just like every time he returns from gym. Below his near-flawless set of abdominal muscles resides a beautiful pelvis and powerful thighs, furthermore extending to shapely shins and ample four-toed, clawed feet. His father's behind has a very defined, muscly form, and a sturdy tail extends several feet behind him, very similar to his own, just considerably larger. Jade's eyes lock on the main aspect of the ritual, though, which resides between those thick, sweaty legs: a set of enormous testes, ones that are almost the size of his fists, and that foreskin guised member which is plump and famously large, even when soft, like it was now.
"Get over here boy", came a command which woke Jade up from his trance, and he was more than willing to get back in the vicinity of that adonis of a father. Jerrith sat down on his hindquarters on a round stool and lifted his precious into his lap, settling him squarely in the middle of his thighs with a grin.
Jadrian looked up to that toothy grin and leered himself, "I've missed you dad."
"I missed you too, lovely boy", rumbled his father, and their snouts pressed close to eachother for a kiss. It was not only a kiss of lust that was about to awake in both of them, but also a kiss of duplex love, both of the dragons having great feelings for eachother. They both enjoyed the ritual, and wanted this moment just as much.
Thin, pale green lips met darker ones and hands wrapped around hide-covered bodies. Jerrith held his darling by the behind and by the back of his head, whilst the younger of the two just held his father's cheeks. Jade's lips tasted upon his father's, pulling them and mouthing at them, making them moist with his spit, the elder dragon kissing back with undisputable passion. Their salivas mixed and heat within them began to rise, but the older dragon slowly and reluctantly broke the kiss, knowing what his boy liked the best.
"Mmmmrrr...", Jerrith murred gutturally, licking haphazardly over his son's lips, until continued with his orders, "Now, lick me boy. Lick me as much as you want, lick me a lot."
"Yes, daddy!" was the obedient reply, and Jade set out to exploring his lover's body with his tongue. He began with the cheeks and the neck, sapping them of all of that juicy taste of the sweat, and then dipped his head lower to slather upon those marvellous pectoral muscles. His father's nipples were another venue for his lips to pass by, the dragonboy slurping for a long minute on them, receiving appreciating rumbles and strokes on his behind from his master.
As Jade continued to venture on his body, Jerrith began purring from his chest, looking down with half-closed eyes at his son preening his hide slicky clean. His paw was shamelessly rubbing that gorgeus behind that his gem had, his other paw rubbing along the underside of that sinuous membrane which curved hither and tither. His fingers formed a loose loop and he stroked that tail back and forth deliciously, adoring how soft it was and how his offspring reacted to his touch. He had barely managed to stay semi-erect till this point, a mound beginning to form underneath Jade's tail.
Jerrith was panting from arousal, his hormones running wild. He restrained himself from grinding against that wonderful, tight ass, knowing that his boy likes to play with his member when it isn't completely engorged with blood.
With that in mind, he eased Jade down on the floor and made him settle down on his knees, then spread his legs apart at a comfortable angle and instructed, "Now son, for your favourite part, spend all the time you need, lick your daddy clean and make him slippery with your spit."
Jade couldn't muse an answer as he stared at the monster between those muscle-covered thighs reaching forward towards him, his father's dragonhood still mostly soft, but it craned forward like a rainbow arc from that trained pelvis, the foreskin covered tip staring at him. Even when soft, it was as thick as Jadrian's wrist, and within a moment the teenager was hungrily snout-deep at his lover's shaft's base.
Jade's nares smeared against that fleshy, moist hide of his father's crotch and his tongue drew moist lines across the skin-like surface, collecting the musky taste to his mouth and savouring it like a hungry whelp. His hand grasped the mildly robust cock and pressed it against his cheek, feeling its heat and how it throbbed along a powerful, thumping heartbeat. The smell invaded his nostrils and flared the boy's lust into new levels, those magnificent genitals becoming the centerpoint of his day.
"Thatsss good boy..." hissed Jerrith, rubbing his boy on the head, giving into the excitement himself, his blood flowing into his nethers, beginning to fill his member's veins at a rapid pace.
This encouraged the teen onwards, his tail thrashing back and forth on and against the tiled floor. He dipped lower to lap over the smooth, stenchy skin of the two oval-shaped testicles, which pulled the crumpled, thin hide taut with their weight. His tongue circled them and lips nibbled on the skin, and then he started fitting one of the tennis-ball-sized testicles into his mouth for a proper cleanup and suckling.
"Yesss... That's right son... And the other one too, slurp it clean like a good servant", Jerrith rumbled with a trace of wantonness in his voice. His still-damp thighs closed around his precious boy's head, pitting him in between nothing but muscle and cock, knowing Jade liked this kind of... fleshy confinement.
Jade's hips rolled in the air, the boy as horny as his father was, but he focused on suckling that ball clean because he knew he would be generously rewarded if he did so. He smoothly exchanged the testicle in his mouth and let it warm up in his mouth whilst his tongue worked on the partially crumpled skin, making sure to clean each quarter inch. And as it was clean, the inner thighs against his cheeks eased and Jerrith lifted his head up with his paw. He was now face to face with that one-eyed monster, still shrouded by a hood of thick, wrinkly skin, and it was leaking a transparent liquid like a faucet. It beckoned him.
Jerrith commanded, "Kiss it. Make love to it, boy."
And Jade obeyed, grasping the spire of meat with his paws and placing his lips against the dragoncock like he was kissing his father on the mouth, sealing his lips on the foreskin and feeding on the substance that oozed plentily.
"F-- yeahhh...", murred the heavyweight boxer to his apprentice, "You are so hot when you do that, boy. Keep it up, suck on it. Make your daddy feel good. It'll be your turn soon."
Jade mumbled a response with his lips still intact against the glans of his father's masculinity. He focused all on kissing it, his juvenile, so agile tongue slipping underneath the foreskin and cleaning it up from the moistness that had gathered there, doing a full circle around that gargantually plump cockhead. He opened his eyes to bare slits and stared at all the fat, squiggly veins on that cock, and adored the balls that he already had in his mouth, then proceeded to bob his lips along the fleshy tip. He pulled his father's foreskin taut, which revealed all the good, sensitive spots from that engorged crown of meat, the piss-slit oozing constantly on his elongated tongue.
Lips parted open in a gasp and soon after a quiet, manly rumble of a moan echoed in the bathroom. Jerrith stroked his cock against the seal of his lover's lips and rubbed over his own thighs with his broad paws, going, "That's right... That's nice... Yeah boy... Just go ahead and ... nnnhh ... suck your father off. We can easily play all night tonight..."
Jade crawled in closer as that thick dragonmeat tried to lever itself upright, pressing with force against the roof of the green boy's maw, closer towards its natural angle, near its bearer's body than slanted away from it. In addition, it had a very subtle curve inwards, making it a beautiful sight to behold, and just as wonderful to ride. Jadrian fantasized already about his father hilting balls-deep against his backside, which was often the ultimate peak of the ritual, bringing him a spurt of ecstacy and making him stuff his mouth full of the veiny, throbbing meat, suddenly seeming much hungrier for cock.
"God, Jade!" gasped the adult dragon and his body reacted much similarly, his hips pressing upwards into the tight mouth of the juvenile dragon. He gazed down at how his member hilted halfway into that petite, tender muzzle and tilted his head back with a groan of grand magnitude. It had been too long since last release and this was going to be the first one soon. Jerrith snapped his head back forward and grasped his belowed gently around the snout with a broad paw, squeezing it around his member like a glove made out of flesh. Jade anticipated this and covered his teeth with his tongue, staying still as he was taken control of, his muzzle now but a fuckhole for the daddy dragon.
Jerrith pounded away in a haze of lust, his weighty testes juggling up and down as he screwed in that sweet maw. It was only a few seconds until he was on the verge of his climax, released Jade from the grasp of his paw, dropping into an ocean of pleasure as he climaxed his boy's mouth full of thick dragonspunk. The boy worked diligently on his pulsing, spewing and twitching junk as he just moaned and formed an arc with his spine, his tail barely managing to balance him on the poor choice for a chair, the stool.
Jade guzzled down that what he was made from, drinking his father's potent, his seed, hopelessly trying to catch it all, making a mess as always with the cum dribbling along his chin and making small rivulets down his throat.
It was a highly heated moment, but the orgasm eventually died down to a small dribble, but the hungry teen didn't stop preening his father's meat, polishing it like licking a tootsie pop forever. This is until Jerrith just had to pull his boy off the member, for a moment too sensitive to withstand any more of that sweet torture. Nevertheless, the drug had kicked in; Jerrith was still powerfully erect, and leered at his son. "Don't worry, you will get more of that later... The whole night is open for opportunities..."
They continued long into the night with the ritual, which still consisted of a shower, a full body massage for both parties, more muzzlejobs and climactically in a long, hard reaming of Jade's tail, then falling asleep together under the blankets, tails twined together in a curly lock.
This was the daily ritual, and the unbreakable bond between the two Blazarians: father and son.