Homecoming Rewards
This is one of those stories that came out incredibly rough. I Really liked the image Lizardlars did for me, and felt I NEEDED to write something for it then and there, even though my muse hadn't struck me in ages. This is an old piece, so I hope you enjoy, even though I feel it's lacking.
Homecoming Rewards
My days in the village had been rather dour since Storm had left. Bland. Nothing really happened. Usually the stud of a drake was there to satisfy me, but instead I'd been reduced to a lonely hen using cobs of corn to tend to my needs. There's something sad and depressing about resorting to crops for pleasure when you have a perfectly willing and bestial drake to satisfy you.
But my Drake was away. He was out scouting the area, having heard of some looming threat. Some rival tribe was said to be infringing upon our territory and he had to go check it out. Well, decided to check it out; he wasn't obligated to do anything but his sense of pride and respect for his tribe mates urged him forth.
After many days alone, I was enjoying the cool afternoon light as the sun began to set; I was leaning over my own brick wall that divided my garden from the neighbours, staring off over the horizon as I caught a whiff of a familiar scent.
Breathing in heavily to sample the odour, I was about to turn when I fert a warm, scaly hand rest on my plump rump cheek! Somewhat shocked, I spun around to see a powerful, black-feathered gryphon drake staring down at me, eyes narrowed in desire, crook of his beak curled up in a grin.
I let out a gentle squeak before calming, a sly grin forming across my own beak. I knew what he wanted, he didn't need to say a word. After returning from his recon mission, he deserved every inch I could offer him.
Staring him directly in the eyes, not letting my gaze wander, I spun my body around to aim my backside at him, the muscles in my lower back tensing up to lift my tail, exposing my slit - still moist from an earlier encounter with some produce. Grinning backwards over my shoulder, I gave a slight nod, a motion that rustled my golden brown tipped head feathers.
A Deep guttural growl escaped his beak as he leaned into me, leaning over my back to nibble at the feathers on my neck; his body pressed my tail flat against my rump cheek as he pushed up into me. I could feel his heat tickling my nether lips and his musky moist tip prodding at my pucker. The firm length's slickness moistened my slit, the underside of the shaft pressing into me, coaxing a gentle moan as my eyes fluttered and I weakly fell to the top of the wall that I'd been leaning on.
Without a second's hesitation, the carnal drake bit down on my shoulder, grabbing a chunk of flesh and short equine hair as he pulled me closer to him. His length pushed out from his sheathe to penetrate me, spreading my lips ever so gently to engulf his girth.
I balled my talons into fists and growled as I pushed back, eager to get more. My rump cheeks smothered his hips and spread out across them, widening my lips to suck him in deeper. Before long, his cock emerged, fully erect and stiff, growing inside me with each heartbeat. Tongue lolling out, I craned my neck back to nuzzle into his cheek, pushing back as best I could. I wanted that cock in me, filling me, pressing tight against my cervix. I wanted to feel his entirety throbbing in me, and I knew I wouldn't need to wait to make it happen.
Waggling my hips back and forth, pushing back on him, I felt his girth slip itself into me inch by inch before he finally released my shoulder and pulled away, his girth tugging on my moistened walls before breaking free. I let out a gasp as I felt him leave me gaping open, the cool afternoon air tickling at my soaked lips. One meek whimper later and he couldn't resist.
Grabbing his cock with one talon and my tail with another, he lined himself up and pressed his tapered tip against my clit, rubbing gently before stabbing in deep with it, spreading my canal walls with ease. I felt every inch of him slip into me, the sensation of my lips spreading and sucking with each bump and bulge forcing my tail as high as it would go, the muscles instinctively curling it to the side as my lips pursed out, a thick stream of creamy cum spurting out to splash on the dirt of the ground.
He happily thrust in deep, every inch of his firm, girthy length slipping through my velvety canal to press against my engorged cervix, only to pause, letting me get a feel for his thickness.
For a split moment, I found myself noticing that I could feel each beat of his heart pulsating through his flesh, expanding for only a moment at a time to enhance the sensations. My own cunny lips tensed up as best they could to push him out, my tenderized canal walls clamping down on him.
He was so gentle for a carnal drake. Once he was sure I could fully appreciate what he had to offer, he slowly pulled out a second time to roughly penetrate, his whole length sliding in and out with relative ease.
Each thrust pushed a whimper from my beak followed by the light thud of my knees smacking against the brick of the wall and the wet slapping of his cock slipping through my depths. Every violent push came faster in time with his heart beats and my own winks before he stopped, grabbed a solid hold of my hips, and forced himself in as deep as he could!
I could feel his throbbing cock pushing against my depths, his tapered tip gently easing open the firm ring of flesh that was the opening to my womb.
I let out a screech as I pushed back, my slit convulsing in waves of pleasure, each contraction sucking him in deeper and forcing out a stream of fluds to splash against his thighs.
He didn't let me go for what felt like ages as he pumped wave after wave of seed into me, rolling my eyes back in my skull as my upper body flopped over the wall; my breaths became labored as I tried my best to keep him inside me.
Not quite content to let me just enjoy my orgasm, Storm pulled his member from my depths to get a better look at the mess he made. As his length left me, I felt my lips tense up and my slit fold out in the most glorious of equine winks.
I looked back over my shoulder to see him with a firm grasp on his slowly deflating member, the folds of flesh bundling up around his thumb and forefinger as he squeezed out every last drop to smear my cunny lips.
I felt my lower body relax as my tail went to lower itself, but he grabbed it and kept it up, airing out my backside a bit more so he could truly appreciate what he'd done. Clearly he was more than a little pent up after being away for as long as he was; like me he couldn't go more than a few days without release.
My eyes begged him to do something about his mess, but I could tell by the intent glare that he expected me to clean him, first. Obediently, I turned and got to my knees, holding his member in my talons as I licked up every inch; the earthly sweet flavor that was the combo of our juices was too much to pass up, so I licked up and swallowed every drop!
Once I'd finished up, I felt his length shrinking in my talon to retreat back to the sheath from whence it came. I gave his sheath a nuzzle and the hole a lick before looking around his body to see a lineup of gape-jawed onlookers staring at us.
After offering a smile and wink, I got back to my feet to escort the warrior back to my own home so we could have a proper second round.