Fire and Water
_(Author's Note: I had asked in a journal a while ago to my readers and whatnot if they'd like me to do a piece with their characters. Well, my good friend maggot4life was the only one to step up to the plate, so, he gets to see his brain children in the style of the K-Standard.
Personally, I was looking forward to writing about something not my own, so I hope you all like it, YS faithful. You too, maggot. And if you didn't catch the hint, don't hesitate to ask me about these 'trade' stories, so to speak. Stepping out of my own world is all too fun! This story, by the way, takes place a little while after Kirek and Veronica are married, and is a simple vanilla pick-me-up for those rainy days.
Lastly, most of my work is inspired by a particular song, so I'll now include them at the end of each story if you want to look them up. Stay golden.
-KIK)_
Fire and Water
by Korpse_Infested_Karnival
(KIK)
Kirek and Veronica © maggot4life
It was one of those mornings, that daylight breaking of a different tenure. You could tell. Kirek could tell. The moment his scaly eyelids slid open and his eyes met the pseudo-darkness of his room only just breached by the morn, there was an aura of difference that he could feel. Not in a bad way, nay, not that, not when his first thought was of a curvaceous, divine carving of autumn brown fur wrapped up in his embrace, no. More of a. . . new energy, an arousal of things not grafted into the scape of the physical, a sensation of an awakened force. Rejuvenation, wholeness, togetherness, that kind of thing.
It had been roughly a month since Kirek and Veronica had made their vows, enlightened the world with their marital poetics, and combined into a singular, loving essence, both literally and figuratively. Each day after, Kirek felt, without shame, invincible, felt, without arrogance, unstoppable. A woman by his side gave him the fuel to deal with all beginnings and ends, from the dawn of the day to the void of night. A woman by his side, wedded to him, with him, connected to him, gave him the finished piece to his spirit, the last fragment of his soul that was forever lost, until found, by her.
Since that day, he'd been on an infinite high, and one that had no drawbacks, no potency, save for the addiction of passion. He would sometimes go to sleep and dream of the two growing old together, quarreling over the simplest of things, raising a family, recalling when they first met, owning a home. . . make the featureless become featured, give face to which was thought almost untouchable. With these things in motion with his mind, he could only hug her a little tighter every daybreak, take one more deep thrill that was her scent, kiss her when she didn't know it, again and again.
It wasn't different here. His eyes took a few moments to watch her closely, sip in her delicate features as though she were some kind of exquisite wine, from every supple curve that he could see, to her womanly mantle and ample buttocks, to the seascape of her emerald iris to the earthy painting of chestnut brown that was Veronica's fur.
And who would've imagined the two together, an otteress and dragon? A mixture of fire and water, magma and ice, polar opposites yet defiantly their own and consequently together. When the two combined, there was steam, oh, sweet, delectable steam and moist bodies, a groping kind of ache that heated so passively yet so very ferociously. Some said that opposites attract, and the fine physical Atlas that was the black scaled dragon didn't disagree.
With a labored yawn, Kirek tediously raised himself from the velvety caress of their bed and scratched the river of black hair sprouting from his head, much to the reluctance of his sleeping lover. Still, he liked to get up first and greet the day as it was, so as to look forward what he and Veronica could do. . . and he wouldn't stay away long. He found it impossible. Too much time away from the otter femme the onyx coated reptile started to feel sick. . . in a sense.
For now, the two had stayed together in a decently constructed apartment complex, easy on the rent but not a hive for roaches. Being mated, after all, meant being together, and Kirek was too impatient to the idea of not being with Veronica as often as possible, as was her consensus as well. They had furnished it to their liking, and there had been plenty of wedding gifts from friends and family to fill those empty spaces, something that made the two eye the future with a hopeful voracity (as hope remained on their side). With all the things engulfing him, sometimes the enormous draconic-breed had a hard time believing it was all real, that they had actually come this far. . .
Flapping his wings somewhat to give them a stretch, the midnight scaled dragon scratched his bare chest before walking from his room into the living room and to the door, intrigued to see what they day might bring, shuffling with the locks and prying the knob open. . .
Only to find rain. Or, at least small drops of cascading water-bullets gently falling to the ground, but his acute sense of smell told him it was going to be stormy, by the very least. Yes, some parts of the sun could be seen in small pockets of blue, but the gray hue of thick foresting clouds were coming in fast, and would eventually become a deluging gateway.
Kirek grunted, annoyed, a meager frown tugging at his lips. Not much to really do outside, when it rained heavy. . . unless he and Veronica wanted to try another deep kiss out in the storm, but he found it unnecessary. His mind snorted, and he shook his head.
Well, snuggling with Veronica ain't all that bad either. . . he thought.
With a sigh, he was prepared to head back inside, until his iris' of powerful cobalt caught something at his ankle. Befuddled, Kirek reached down to pick up what was. . . a box, a simple cube of beige and cardboard. A delivery? Yes, it seemed. Upon further study, the black reptile found a square of white which contained he and his wife's address, and from where it came. . . well, he wasn't able to decipher, exactly.
Strangely, the address wasn't one of a home, but apparently of the post office he received it from. In fact, the only real clue as to where this mysterious package arrived from was the state, Georgia. Both mentally and verbally, Kirek grunted again, but this time in confusion.
Georgia? Who do I know in Georgia? Or is this a friend of Veronica? Queried his mind, to no one. He picked at one of his spiraling pearl horns and shrugged, taking the package in one, massive hand, returning inside.
He was about to head into the kitchen for a bite to eat until he was interrupted by the face that he hoped, one day, would mother his child or children.
Veronica still retained the misty haze of sleep in her eyes, yawning herself and adjusting her skewered hair. She was in a matching set of jade panties and bra (of which Kirek found incredibly sexy), only barely hiding her taut pink mounds and hot, silky snatch. This was one Kirek's favored garments to see on his beloved, as the green on her body went so well with her sleek fur and eyes.
He gave her a warm hug as she approached, quickly kissing her once more on the muzzle as he'd so fondly done whilst she slept.
"Morning hun. . ." she cooed sleepily, flicking her tail in a bodily rejoice.
"Morning, love," Kirek replied, a most delectable heat drawn to the surface of his scales at the touch of their embrace.
"Did I wake you, sweet?" he asked, gently running a hand through her hair and placing the box on the kitchen shelf. She yawned once more and shook her head.
"No, no, I just noticed you weren't in bed, and I hate it when I can't cuddle with you," answered Veronica warmly, nuzzling the dragon's chiseled chest.
Kirek chuckled and was about to say something in return, until his mate gestured to the box he'd found a moment ago.
"What's that, hun?" she questioned, eying it with the same curiosity Kirek had. His glance returned to it, and he could only shrug once more.
"I dunno. Found it outside on the porch, doesn't really have an address. Do you know anyone from Georgia, sweet?"
Veronica looked at him once and then back to the box, slightly shaking her head. She released herself from his embrace and took the cardboard cube in paw-hands, fondling it with intrigue (perhaps in a way that was like a clam that was to be broken). She started to saw at its covering tape, speaking as she worked at the package.
"Nope, not that I know of. . . Kirek, love, can you get me a knife or something?" returned she in question, glancing at him with her sea green eyes. The dragon only smiled and reached over with a clawed finger.
"Ahh, here honey," said he, abruptly slicing its top with his steel-strong talon. Veronica stuck her tongue at him in response, only to giggle tenderly afterward.
"Thanks, hun," she acknowledged, prying open the package's top.
"Anyway," he continued, "are you sure you should be opening it. . . at all? We don't know why it was sent, or where it's from, even, what if it's dangerous er' something?"
Irregardless of Kirek's warning, Veronica plunged her delicate hand-paw into the box, met with a stuffy cascade of Styrofoam rice.
"Only one way to find out," she muttered wickedly, winking once at her love. Kirek could only laugh in his throat once more, but still held his breath if any danger came from this thing.
Veronica's expression changed when her fingers caught the sensation of something, until she, as if finding a rare treasure, pulled it out to see what exactly had arrived. Out from a mire of white and teal was something that caught the two quite off guard, and attached to the object was a small, white note, filled with but three words of text.
Kirek blinked a few times to make sure he was seeing it right. There, in the otteress' lovely hand, was a bluish-violet, carefully made, jellyfish plushy, stitched and finely crafted, a custom design that wasn't mass produced or sold anywhere else. On the plaster of white, the three pieces of syntax simply read thus:
_"From a Fan"
-K_
For a moment, Veronica herself was quite impressed, whilst her mate of satin black and silky gray was simply confused. Most of the plush's details were down to the science, while others were done so in a way that was merely for effect. The tentacles were all there, and the underside of the plush was a coat of orange and purple, which had a silent glow, so to speak, at the slightest caress of light. Lastly, there was a set of two black dots on the jellyfish plush, it's 'eyes,' overall appearing cute but at the same time fairly realistic.
"Oh, this is. . . so adorable!" exclaimed Veronica, still showing her sweet, girlish side regardless of being a metal-head. Kirek merely tilted his head, uncertain as to what to make of it; he saw no connection between them and a jellyfish, nor did he understand why it was from the deep south of Georgia.
"What's the note say?" he asked, in curiosity. Veronica took a moment and then read it aloud, causing the reptile's mind to muse and grumble.
"A fan, huh?" thought he aloud. "I. . . guess they must of seen us play, maybe?"
The sumptuous otteress didn't add to it, only set the plush aside on the kitchen shelf with adoration.
"Oh, it doesn't matter. How sweet of them, whoever it was," she intoned, quite pleased to find such an oddity on what would be an otherwise motionless day.
"Well, how's today looking?" she then added, falling in line with the dragon's interest to always spend time with the other and plan ahead.
Kirek sighed and made a slight gesture to the living room window.
"It's gonna' be a stormy one today. I could smell it; lots of rain. You know those California showers," stated he in pseudo-defeat, tone full of disappointment. Veronica's face, however, bore nothing of such, her innate otter-esque kind of way able to turn any foul moment into a good one.
"Well, that's okay. . . just means we get to cuddle up then, huh?" she said suggestively, a wry grin tugging at her lips.
Kirek tilted his head, but started to get the impression of what she meant.
"Sounds just as good," he responded heartily.
The lovely otter femme hugged her sides a moment and began to appear all the more. . . seductive, to say the least.
"You know love, there is something. . . I've wanted to try, on a rainy day like this," she intoned angelically, a kiss of velvet to Kirek's hearing. She drew closer to him, placing delicate, gentle hands on his burly chest, digits running through the crevices and grooves of his muscles.
"What's tha-"
The dragon was immediately cut off by an abrupt sensation near his briefs, two plush, cool hands flowing down his sides and then to the edge of his boxers. She was quick to show Kirek what she meant, as the femme otter slid her hands into his undergarment and fondled his genital, the winged reptile grunted in abrupt surprise at his mate's attraction.
"V-Veronica?" he queried, both surprised and. . . turned on. The otteress merely shook her head.
"Shhh. . . don't talk," she whispered back, iris' of an emerald everglade sliding to Kirek's loins.
His trunks slid down with ease, revealing his draconic endowment and its slow to stir engorging of blood. Smiling, Veronica took it in hand and stroke the top-flesh with a graceful finger, breathing puffs of hot breath on the mast of throbbing pink, the large onyx dragon shuddering as she did. So delicately did she use one hand to massage the reptilian trunk, taking long, caressing rubs with her palm upon the length, taking light sniffs and treasuring the dragonhood. After all, it was now hers as much as it was Kirek's.
The eyelids of her mate were passing through phases of half shut and wide open, each genial touch sending his knees to near fall, wanting to buckle as the electricity of her teases began to converge within itself, a focal point of sexual euphoria. A little kiss from the otteress' precious lips on the crown of his dragonhood caused Kirek to gasp, Veronica smirking as she slowly and surely drew his arousal out ten fold. Thick with smoldering blood and the intoxication of his personal heat, Kirek was near full erection, clenching his teeth when he felt a silky coat of fur rub along the sides of his fleshy mast.
In one hand, Veronica took his testes and carefully played and fondled with them, careful not to apply any pressure (as the slightest was sure to cause a massacre of pain), and with the other continued her steadfast movements of foreplay, now nuzzling his shaft and so very sweetly and tauntingly kissing it, an explosion of sexual static drawn out when the end of her tongue graced his seething member.
He felt ready to fall now, hardly able to stand, this coy loving mock from his mate weakening his knees.
"Nnn. . . Veronica. . ." he muttered aloud, gasping loudly with pleased hisses as she blatantly ignored him (which he was half-thankful for).
"Quit teasin'. . ." he whined hoarsely, grinding his hands into his sides. She was enticing his hunger far too much, testing his control to see how long he could hold on. Amusingly, though this was the most submissive act for the otteress to perform, it was in fact her who was causing him to plead, him to submit.
He grunted, if only so close to a yelp, when a hot, moist rug of pink licked the under-flesh of his dragonhood. Again, it came, though far more slowly and tediously, Veronica lapping once at his testes until dragging out the pleasurable moment by racing her tongue over the hot shaft in the slowest, most satisfyingly long moment she could manage. Each second of this physical rejuvenation made Kirek's body tremble in unparalleled, divine ferocity, his hands calmly locking to Veronica's shoulders for support.
Finally, his mind bellowing in thankfulness, he felt the sweet, steamy lips of his lover wrap around the crown of his endowment, the autumn furred otteress' continuing to lick the throbbing erection while it rested patiently in her mouth. He gasped, desperately, for some relief to the unbelievable transcendence that was his body's pleased reception to her motions, though pleased being the severest of understatements.
Veronica allowed for a vacuum suction of pressure to envelop her love's massive dragonhood, sliding her muzzle forward to encompass the whole of his genital. Kirek moaned, all he could muster, the deep rumble of his reptilian vocals giving flutter to Veronica, as hearing his pleased exclamations of sexual satisfaction was all the more a turn on for her.
Drops of sweet nectar that were the midnight-hued dragon's pre could only help but to be engulfed by Veronica's now loving motions, a smooth, bobbing gyration of the head supplanting his loins in a cataclysm of administered heaven. Kirek's head fell back and his neck roved round' with every delicious streak of soft, warm licks coming from his mate, as so rare she did this for him, if only on occasion when their passions had led them into a state of drunken love.
"Dunno. . . if I can. . . hold. . ." sputtered Kirek, streams of drool emerging from his mouth as though biting into the freshest of fruits.
Veronica moaned slightly in satisfaction as she abruptly released the engorged shaft from her luscious lips, still caressing parts of Kirek's dragonhood with her paw-hand.
"Hold it longer. . . I want it in me," she whispered, body all a twitter as she imagined the thick length filling her inner thighs.
Kirek had now become feverishly hot, swelling with need and primal desire, flooded with the potency of hormone and sex drive. He had been denied an orgasm, to which he was prepared to take back in full, amused and annoyed at the ploys of his mate.
Slowly, Veronica stood, her gaze roving over and about her lover's Atlas-esque body, while Kirek began to settle his breaths, hands trailing towards the otteress' immaculate frame. With gusto, but care as well, not caring for their integrity (so deluged in lust he was now), the midnight coated reptile cut through the snap holding Veronica's emerald green bra together, the silky fabric quickly belting off as her fruitful, bountiful breasts were allowed their freedom, giving a characteristic jiggle at their release.
Kirek was so silent now, so devout on aiding his hungry loins for release. He had to, adamant on doing so, to stroke and toy with Veronica's female axis, her soft hands at his hips but her face writhing with sudden lashes of sensation as delicate, carefully used claws danced about her nipples. He would take her in as many ways as possible, slitting his forked tongue over her supple mounds and hot pink tents, press his draconic shaft to her loins with tease, just as she had done.
She was closer now, wet and ready, even at the most slightest of brushes from her love. Only he could get her in a state of arousal this fast. That was his ability, his gift, what she allowed to him and him alone. Every time was an experience unlike any with her love, but every time he outdid himself, as new rivers of bodily paradise spewed open and sent her spiraling into a dreamlike state of a sexual aura.
"Oh gods. . . yes. . . take me now. . ." she muttered, her nether lips dripping and utterly welcoming.
Without saying a thing, the black dragon lifted the otteress with his impressive strength and carried Veronica to the couch, laying her tenderly there as his heated breaths drove him onward.
The last thing in his way was the shield of jade that was covering Veronica's moistened clit, and with an aggravated, voracious fervor, Kirek literally ripped the silk away to view his wife's bareness, her beautiful pink walls that were hot and puckered from all his previous attentions. Her heat was driving him mad, his senses whirling and a' buzz as the intoxication of her sex kept his member as hard as it ever would be.
Mounting her, Veronica's face toward Kirek, he panted heavily as he carefully kept his length near her nether region, storms of electricity bursting through his under flesh like tiny eruptions of ecstasy. For a moment, he rubbed his mast over that piping hot gateway to divulge in but a few seconds of selfish enjoyment, his torso and legs shaking at the very grace of the otteress' snatch. He groaned, lightly, and placed his palms over Veronica's shoulders carefully, both to keep her there. . . and support himself.
The crown of his endowment pressed, oh so closely, to Veronica's womanhood, the otter femme gasping aloud as it nudged her a few times. Kirek, all ready lubricated and wet from his mate's fellatio, began to slide in with effective ease, the dragon's cock-shaft met with the fiery silk juicy, sucking inner walls. He shuddered, multiple times, as closer and closer his fleshy mast buried itself into Veronica, his throat caught with immeasurable magnitudes of heavenly sensations, the otteress whimpering as the hot dragonhood filled her completely.
"K-Kirek. . ." she murred, unable to say or do more. In perhaps a sweet mimic, the large dragon shook his head, smiling somewhat.
"Shh. . . d-don't talk. . ." he muttered out, fangs biting on his lips as Veronica's inner pink had him subdued in a blanket of pleasure.
With nothing to hold back and everything to gain, Kirek began to gyrate his hips, a slow, steady piston motion that rubbed his endowment and Veronica's womanhood in nearly unbearable waves of erotic estrus. Every moment he withdrew was like a hell in starvation, his shaft demanding to be pressed back in, and every time he willed his body forward, the momentum of their love making swelled, grew, engulfed in unthinkable waves of ecstasy.
Rapture found them, and consumed them, unlike anything else they could experience. An ocean of ineffable experiences rocketed in grinding tsunami-esque waves, over and over splashing and crushing the other in the most desired bodily phenomenon of nearly every living thing. The water, the aqueous heaven that was Veronica swept up Kirek in a riptide of affection, open, exposed, allowing him to swim and to take, to feel and to become. He, a creature of the insatiable fire met her in this water, and his body, lit like a wildfire, of passion and lust, filled her, became her, completed her with untouchable inklings of profound voracity.
Fire and water created steam. And oh, how there was steam now, a thriving cloud of it, filled with whines, whimpers and groans, wild thrusts gasps and kisses.
Kirek was so desperately close to her, tangling his tail haphazardly with the autumn furred otteress, Veronica clasping her arms tightly about his back to pull him closer, accept every thrust with as much as she could, feel his power, his love, his faith, his binding, his marriage, his memories, pouring in with excess, soaking her, wetting her. . .
Kirek firing his body orders, faster and harder, apply more pressure, make her scream, make her cry in love, give her all of me, give her everything. He didn't matter anymore. He wasn't there, he was letting himself go, letting himself be swallowed up by his wife, his mate, his lover, the mother of his children, the partner of his soul, the end to all ends and the fire to his beginning.
Fill her because she meant everything! Take her because she was everything!
The earth could have cracked when they're orgasm came, in a singular, perfected union that two partners worked together in an endless cycle of practice and play. The exploration of their bodies and the discoveries they made. . . how wonderful they were, as orgasming in perfect synchronization with the other was more heaven and paradise than the courtship itself, the representation that they knew each other, loved each other, understood the demon and angel of the other.
Kirek roared, seething and heavy, the same way he had done when he had finally become one wither her, as if that tidal wave of emotions were bursting back into this singular, precise moment. Veronica's eyes were misty from the unexplainable spasms of sensation she felt, and her snatch flooded with the nectar of her own womanhood and that of Kirek's seed as well, her legs and hips tightening to absorb it all. . . every last drop.
They gasped together, breathed together, kissed and whimpered, moaned and cried, water and fire binding as one when thought impossible. Slowed, they slowed, Kirek remaining where he was, fulfilled and buried in his mate, Veronica feeling safe, complete, protected by the mass of Atlas-esque black keeping her in his arms.
And then they whispered, caressed and touched, rubbed and held. I love you, they kept saying, I love you. Over and over, as though it were fragile, like glass, and could be shattered if not repeated enough.
For a moment, there was silence. Deep breathing, calming, relaxing. The afterglow was incredible, full of refreshed musings and wonders.
Outside, the rain had picked up, with grandiose, cascading sheets of icy water roving over the California groves of grass and home. Perhaps the sky itself was crying in joy, that two of the most unlikely had found the other.
The day was left with rain, but became a day where they compromised their love, consummating their mateship, over and over and over.
Fire and water, steam and soul.
You hit something hard.
= END =
(KIK)
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