A Long Day's End
Profile
Name - Dalgo
Type " Mix (unknown)
Orientation " Straight
Profession " Forest Ranger
Dalgo is a medium sized dragon. His scales are a blend of black with red highlights. His body is unusually muscular. His chest is broad and full of sinewy muscle. His four legs are lean but well defined. He carries himself proudly, especially in walking. His face is strong and masculine with well defined features and a relatively square snout. Unlike most dragons, his eyes are a beautiful green, a double recessive trait that is almost never seen in place of the common yellow color. Gifted with large, well shaped wings that sweep back as they extend outwards, he is the equivalent of a fighter jet in flight. Quick and deliberate, he is a well practiced master of aerial maneuvering. This, coupled with his love for the forest, influenced his choice to become a ranger. He singlehandedly oversees more than a million acres of North American forest. He has killed nine other dragons in ruthless defense of his territory; it consistently echoes with the sounds of game and his rivers flop with fish. While most dragons would take advantage of land such as his, feasting on its bounty, Dalgo is an intuitive creature and naturally understands that natures balance must be maintained with smart culling of species that become overpopulated. He has mated and already produced offspring, but dragons are solitary creatures. He has no idea what has become of his hatchlings. And so he must find ways to enjoy his time alone.
It had been a long day. He had covered a large stretch of land and enjoyed a hearty meal of venison, flame broiled to perfection. Dalgo landed and scouted out a place to sleep. It was late afternoon and the sun was glimmering off his scales. With nothing left to do, his thoughts drifted down to his genital slit. The thought alone made him shiver with anticipation. After finding a suitably private location he proceeded to make himself comfortable.
With a quick glancing around to make sure nobody was present, he turned his attention to himself. His long and muscular neck curved effortlessly to bring him closer to his most prized phallus. Before he was half way his dick had extended and hardened. He pressed his nose against it from a right angle, moving his snout up and down the length, slowly inhaling his own scent. Turning his head he pressed his lips against the base area, again inhaling, tongue probing from within his mouth, the large member extended along side his head. He could hear the rivers of blood pumping through it, the slow wash of fluids that kept it stiff. All the while his desire was building.
He loosed his tongue and wrapped it around his shaft three times before using it to cover the cock entirely with saliva. His saliva was thick and hot, a lubricating mucous that hung off his dick in thick wads. He pulled his head back and stared down the length of his rock hard member. It was a glistening black with an almost perfectly straight red stripe along the underside. The tip was flared but not excessively, just enough to ensure a good seal within a female's womb. It was like looking down the barrel of a gun. He opened his mouth and fully extended his tongue along the underside of his dick to guide it in. Encasing the first third of it within his maw, he closed his eyes as the indescribable sensation took him by force. He tasted himself as his rod rested on his palate, saliva mixing with his rather sweet pre-cum. His powerful lungs quickly vacuumed out the remaining air in his mouth as his lips sealed tightly around his own dick. Dalgo pumped his mouth around his eager cock. After a few minutes, he found himself wanting a more intense experience.
Dragons have a separate breathing system for their snouts. It enables them to use their mouths for consuming large animals, much like snakes. He grunted around his dick as he expanded his throat and proceeded to eagerly thrust the rest of his dick in. His abdominal muscles flexed and another two feet of draconic cock slid forcefully into Dalgo's hungry maw. He savored the sensation of his lips as they moved and adjusted ever so slightly to the different veins and blood vessels that stood out from his cock. It really was quite special to run all of his dick past his own lips, an experience appreciable by very few.
Swallowing around his engorged cock, Dalgo began to fuck his own throat. Feeling his own hot, tight wetness was an incredible turn on. Soon, thick wads of mucous dripped down his scales where they were running off the base of his cock. As his passion intensified, he flexed his neck and alternately squeezed his throat tight around his dick as his mouth continued to lubricate the massive tool; the outline of his penis pistoning in his neck clearly visible from the outside. He slurped around his member and moaned; the sensations were exquisite. He could feel the heat rising within as he penetrated his own mouth with a powerful need.
As he approached orgasm he could feel the increasing hardness of his dick in his mouth and throat. Thirty seconds out he was quite literally hard as a rock, ready to inject himself with seed. As his long awaited moment approached, he tightened his lips around his shaft, changing his thrusting pattern to long rapid strokes. He pulled out until just the head remained on the tip of his tongue and then rammed it past his tonsils with incredible speed and force. He could feel every ring of neck muscle slide up and over his member as they stretched to accommodate his substantial girth. When orgasm was upon him, he slammed his phallus fully into his maw, lips pursed around the base, and rotated his head 90 degrees, kissing the lip-like opening of his genital slit to its underlying pubic bone, ensuring there was no more dick to be had in his mouth. His tongue curled perfectly around its portion of shaft, covering as much surface area as possible with wet heat. His inner ejaculatory muscles fired and his throat swallowed over and over, literally milking his member. Dalgo was lost within himself.
He felt his body light up in an electrical seizure of pleasure. He let out a muffled squeal as his phallus exploded in his throat, shooting his seed with such force that he had to grip his pulsing cock with his teeth to keep from getting blown off of it. He could feel each wave of jism as it traveled past his lips at the base, then through his tightly wrapped tongue a little further up, and finally through his throat until it blasted out. The sound was audible from the outside, like a pressurized hose spraying the inside of his neck in bursts. His eyes were screwed tightly shut, the orgasm continued for a full 20 seconds as Dalgo held on for the ride. This was better than any female, he thought as he emptied his load into himself. Had it been female, he would without a doubt have been fathering another hatchling. His orgasm subsided and he was empty and full at the same time. Breathing heavily, he reluctantly continued to swallow around his softening phallus, nonetheless enjoying the way his throat manipulated his increasingly malleable member as it withdrew. Finally it was merely a dense heavy mouthful of cock. Kissing around it one final time, Dalgo let it withdraw into its protective slit and was soon asleep.