Lazy Sundays
Just a small doodle I wrote for fun. Comments are always welcome though!
Rylath opened one eye lazily and stared silently across the furnished room, observing her surroundings as she tried to keep herself from drifting back to sleep. Sunday. Lazy, winter Sunday. Nothing much to do except spend the day indoors. From where she had been napping on their bed in the corner of the room, she could see the entirety of the one room apartment that her and her mate lived in and, more importantly to the young dragoness, her blurry, sleep-blurred eyes could see that orangey-red mass that she knew to be her lover. Her heart fluttered a little and her tired mind felt a little less lazy at the sight of that dragoness curled up on the carpet, no doubt reading again. More pressingly, her loins warmed ever so slightly and a soft rumble of passion escaped her chest. Just the sight of that big, adorable, puppy dog of a dragoness set off a yearning in her legs to slip out of those warm sheets and pounce on her lover but a much more devious thought crossed her mind. She didn't have to go to her mate; she would come to her instead.
"Nyveryllllll~" She called melodically from her resting place, beginning to unfurl herself and stretch to her undaunting full length. A sly grin swept over her muzzle as she watched her mate's head lift from her book instantly and turn towards the source of that musical voice; Nyveryll knew that tone well.
Rylath's sleek ebony form slipped out from her bedsheets as she forced her forelegs and hindlegs out as far as she could reach, feeling those aches in her muscles begin to fade. Those eyes of hers; like two shining sapphires set into her head, never left her mate's own. She adored that dopey, half excited, half confused look that Nyveryll gave her whenever she was called like that; her ears leaning halfway back, a smile forming partway on her lips, her tail starting to gently curl. Rylath could already see that her legs were ready to bound over to where her partner lay sprawled on the bed.
"Come here." The black dragoness commanded though her voice was still full of that sing-songy tone that carried with it impressions of what was no doubt to come. Those insinuations were more than enough to lift Nyveryll off of the plush carpet and carry her trotting over to the bedside, tail wriggling excitedly behind her.
Rylath's neck stretched out instantly and caught her mate by surprised as she pressed their two lips together. She parted her lover's sealed maw with her tongue and began to lock their now open jaws together. Nyveryll offered no resistance to the slightly smaller female. After years of living with one another, she had experienced these kinds of lustful moods on a regular basis and, try as she might, she couldn't remember a single session where she hadn't dutifully obeyed Rylath's every whim. Even whilst their tongue wriggled and danced passionately with one another, neither of them could avert their gaze. Rylath stared into the enchanting greens of her mate's eyes, noting each streak of dark jade in the veritable forest of glimmering emerald whilst Nyveryll found herself enveloped in the endless ocean that filled her lover's irises. Neither of them needed to speak, not right now; their only noises were small grunts and moans as their brushing tongues incited a burning fire in their nethers. Their jaws squeezed and loosened rhythmically, rising and falling with their panted breaths and the erotic grinding of their wet tongues. Both of their hearts pumped madly as passion and adrenaline rushed through their veins and any feelings of drowsiness on the lazy Sunday morning was cast aside, shattered by the overwhelming lust that they always seemed to generate when they got so close to one another.
It was Rylath who finally broke the kiss. There would always be later to kiss more.
"Mmm, always so eager. You're such a good girl to me." She crooned to her lover, rubbing her muzzle against her mate's lovingly, feeling her nod ever so slightly. She could feel the warm, moist breath of her lover beating down on her cheek, making her shiver with excitement. She knew exactly what she wanted. "And that tongue... it still amazes me."
Nyveryll giggled and nuzzled back shyly, lowering her head a little to direct her lovingly cheek-rubs to that dark-scaled chin. Even after all this time, she still felt the blood rush to her ears and cheeks whenever Rylath complimented her and even more so when it was so blatantly suggestive. It left her giddy and lightheaded as though talking to her crush for the first time.
"Well it does get a lot of practice..." She replied softly. Her nervousness often made her dirty talk a lot less confident than her mate's but Nylath never called her on it. The ebony dragoness was always aware of her timid nature; it was one of the things that her drawn her to her mate. She was kind, pure, innocent, which made her oh-so loveable but she had a streak of naughtiness inside of her as well that she could access now so easily; she had perfected the technique to reach it. All it took was a little bit of dominance and a whole lot of love. Luckily Rylath had both in great supply. Nyveryll was a pleaser, a lover, and it took a nudge to get her to show those more intimate desires but she was delicate at the same time like a fine piece of glass and too much force would shatter her. Years of being partnered had left her a lot more relaxed than she had been at the start of their relationship though and sometimes she was even brave enough to initiate things herself. She was adorable and Rylath couldn't help but fall madly in love with her every time she gave her that bashful, yet somehow lusty, face.
"You know, there's never such a thing as too much practice?~" She rumbled back, resting her muzzle on top of that dark orange one and applying the softest pressure downwards. At the same time she rolled a little further onto her side and lifted that hind leg seductively out of the way to reveal herself fully. As always, the sweet, flustered face of her lover began to fall with the weight of her head, trailing her lips gently down her chest and belly towards her goal, already salivating heavily at the thought.
Rylath crooned softly and lay her head down onto the pillow once more. Sunday mornings were always the best mornings.