Under the Beech - Week 1
#1 of Busy Paws: Writing Workshop
Hey Everyone! I have joined a writing workshop and will be posting snippets like this one each week according to an assigned theme or structure. I welcome any constructive criticism and comments.
This weeks assignment was to write an erotic scene in around 300 words... I went over a little. But, it's hot stuff!
Enjoy!
They met under the beech tree that divided their lands, as they had many times before. Under the evening's soft light the two furs fell into each other's arms and pressed their soft lips together. In a life filled with turmoil and prejudice this place had become an oasis for Jack and Roland, and they had come here now to slake their thirst... so to speak.
After a week without contact, the horny males couldn't keep their hands off each other. Their clothing melted away with the contact never breaking until there were no barriers between the soft, fluffy wool of Roland's coat and the hard, hot jewels of Jack's scales. Even though the chill of night was fast approaching, the fiery internal heat of the drake's body would keep them from feeling it.
With no time to lose, they groped for and then grasped the straining cocks between them. The feel of Jack's talons lightly stroking the ram's slender member sent chills down his spine, part from pleasure and part from the danger of their forbidden act. It was almost overwhelming, the toe-curling sensations coming from his own crotch warring with the excitement he drew from running his finger-tips along the bumps and ridges of his partner's inky spire.
Roland couldn't wait any longer, and whimpered into Jack's mouth to signal his readiness. With the speed inherited from his feral ancestors, Jack spun the trembling ram around and pressed him roughly against the rough bark of the beech.
"Get ready, prey..." he growled, before dropping to a crouch.
The emerald drake grabbed his "victim" by the tail and hiked him up on to tippy-toes, exposing the pink pucker beneath, already clenching and releasing with desire. Jack roughly shoved his tongue straight into the taut ring of muscle, knowing that this parody had been played out enough times before that he didn't have to worry about injuring his partner. Roland let out a yelp that quickly degenerated into a moan and he melted against the tree in response to his lover's ministrations.
But the slick and searing feel of the draconic tongue on his tail hole just made Roland need something more fulfilling. The cervine's inner walls clamped down on the intruding organ as the tip danced teasingly along his prostate. He cried out, "Jack, I... I need..."
That was all the invitation needed, and the drake shot up and lined up his tip with the quivering pucker. In one powerful thrust, he hilted himself in the ram he loved so dearly. They didn't have much time left and he intended to make the most of it.