Tale of the Wayward Dragon: Temptation(Illustrated story!)
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Hello there. I have something very special in store for you. The tale of the wayward dragon is a small, illustrated story series that features a very dear dragoness character of mine, Rynthara, at a pivotal moment in her life. She's stubborn, antisocial, and more than a bit proud, but beneath under those dazzling feathers lies a creature eager to explore the more intimate pleasures the world has to offer...
Rynthara belongs to me,
Malik is herself: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/maliksr/
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Tale of the Wayward Dragon, chapter 2: Temptation
This wasn't a good idea. In fact, it was a terrible idea. Rynthara should have been flying away from the village of...whatever, situated wherever, not in its direction! If she could simply will herself to forget about that particular episode of arousal brought by Malik's tongue upon her paw pads, none of this would have happened.
But it was, and it happened because of Rynthara. For a week straight, every meeting with Malik started and ended with a mere greeting, followed by Malik's departure. It tore at Rynthara's insides, to push away her only friend in this region, but at the same time, she refused to expose herself again, to let a mere friend--albeit a good one--stir her in all the right ways. With pleasure came complications, and so far, Rynthara thrived on her lone existence.
Malik glided in front of Rynthara, her pristine white fur trapping the sun's warm rays, creating a fiery aura just above the tip of her fur strands. She had a lithe constitution, spindly but strong limbs, capable of both ending the life of prey and of sensuous caresses. Unlike Rynthara's paws, her hinds had but three agile toes, her paw pads a few shades lighter.
We're similar in so many ways, Rynthara thought, beating her wings with renewed vigor to fly side by side with her companion. Malik swerved her neck left, cerulean eyes bearing into hers, a warm smile plastered upon her gentle features.
"Nervous?"
"It's them who should be nervous," Rynthara said, scanning the rolling hills dotted with clumps of verdant trees. At their base, saw mills received constant supply of timber, the whooshing wind muffling the obnoxious sounds saws normally made.
"They won't be. You're hardly the first dragon they see. Better get accustomed to the idea of being touched, for you are a rare beauty that will sure stir their interest."
Beauty. A human concept, and a useless one at that. Their race enjoyed strutting around wearing the most lavish and impractical of garments. They painted, wrote, and sang, dedicating their lives to what they called art. How droll, to lead an existence so uneventful they turned to day dreaming rather than doing the very things they painted or wrote about.
"They touch me, they pull back a stump. Besides, they can admire from a distance, like they do with the paintings. They don't go prodding the canvas with their gnarled little digits, so why should they do that to me?"
"It's one thing to see, and another to touch and feel. You should know that better than anyone." Malik's mirthful growls lifted Rynthara's spirits a little, especially when her gaze darted towards her hind paws. "I never expected them to be susceptible to a tongue's caress."
"Nor have I anticipated you enjoy suckling my paws more than an actual meal."
"Now now, let me make something very clear," Malik said with that calm yet authoritative tone of hers. "You fascinate me, Rynthara. If given the chance, I would explore every inch of your body, if only to make sure such beautiful dragoness truly exists."
"That sounds like something a perverted troubadour would sing about," Rynthara noted, and Malik flashed her a toothy grin.
"So you know a thing or two about humans and their culture."
"Enough to know better than to fly into their midst."
"Why? Afraid you might enjoy their company?"
Rynthara released a harsh growl, outraged by the very notion. "They stink of hay, dust and manure, talk more than they should, and treat warnings as a jape or a dare to do the very thing they shouldn't."
"They come in different shapes and personalities, just like dragons. These folks here know how to treat their dragons, and if you show them a modicum of respect, they will bundle you up in blankets, serve you their tasty beverages while the dedicated few brush your fur and massage your paws. Not even your future mate will show such devotion to you."
"I already have you for that, Malik. I don't need them."
That must have taken Malik aback, for the dragoness gave Rynthara an uncertain look before she sped forward, angling into a dive towards the small village nestled between two broad and squat hills.
Rynthara followed her by banking swiftly to the left, tucking her wings halfway for a quick descent. Malik's four wings allowed her to land with utmost elegance. Rynthara, always eager to test her limits, unfurled her wings at the very last moment, pushing her hind paws forward, clawing at the ground and leaping forward a few feet to lose speed before she felt confident enough to put weight onto her forepaws as well. It felt exhilarating, to tear deep gashes into the ground, to feel her claws slicing through the earth. Magic kept them from dulling, but it was the dirt that never failed to annoy her.
"Impressive landing. Like a hatchling who took to the skies for the first time."
"I always landed on my chest the first few times," Rynthara said, flicking her tail back and forth, shifting her wings until they sat neatly at her sides, the three layers of color looking dazzling in the midday sun.
Malik laughed at that, and draped a wing over Rynthara's frame, nuzzling her neck. "You probably didn't give your feathers enough time to grow strong."
"My feathers were fine. I actually..." she trailed off, uncertainty welling within her stomach, making it churn with nerves. She didn't have to explain herself to Malik, and yet, she wished to talk. Yearned for it.
"I was actually afraid of scraping my paw pads, or worse, have a pebble pierce them."
Malik's hearty laughter shook Rynthara's frame. It rippled within her chest, echoed through the narrow valley, and also alerted the two guards up ahead. They left the wooden gate they guarded and hurtled forward, waving and yelling unintelligible words over Malik's outburst.
"Ryn...Ryn, did you actually...mrrrahhhahhh." When words betrayed Malik, she resorted to licking Rynthara's neck, her tongue strokes failing to register to her stiff muscles.
All of Rynthara's senses focused on the two bumbling guards, running down the dusty road, their arms sprawled in a welcoming gesture.
"Malik, you've actually brought her in Arnorsvalt! Welcome, welcome, to the both of you pretty ladies," one of them said, a stout fellow with short, rough brown hair, wiry beard, and warm, brown eyes.
"My greetings to you, lady dragoness," the other fellow said. He patted Rynthara's foreleg, smiling behind his bushy mustache, holding his ground when she gave him a low, warning growl. "We've been thinking of sending a couple of guys with supplies to...enhance Bradfast's keep to accommodate a dragon of your stature. Magnificent as your body is, I don't suppose it can fit through--"
"It does. I'm sleeping well. Thank you for your concerns."
Platitudes of the worst kind called manners. Much as she loathed fancy speech, Rynthara was the one to ask this of Malik. To indulge her curiosity, she had told her, when all the violet dragoness wished was something shocking enough to purge the worries out of her head.
Being stared down, touched and prodded by the two seemed to do it. The stout one ran a burly hand along her chest, grumbling something about her exquisite patterns, while the dark haired guard circled her, nodding to himself, occasionally patting her flank and haunch.
"Feels good, doesn't it? I told them to give you a warm welcome."
She...told them?
It took a great deal of effort for Rynthara to suppress her growl and to keep her tail from swatting that pesky bipedal creature into the horizon and beyond.
"Oy, stop poking at 'er," the stout man said.
"I'm not. I'm admiring her. Dragons like her only exist in tales and songs. She's a living work of art. Look at how her silvery patterns ripple when her haunch muscles tighten."
His companion turned livid, charging the guy and dragging him away from Rynthara, giving her a humble and polite smile while he firmly held the smaller, squirming man.
"You focking pervert, you," he whispered into his ear. "Tryin' to get a peek? Doesn't she sound focking female to you? Need confirmation?"
Malik's laughter intensified, to the point where she rolled back and forth on the ground, kicking and swiping her tail at the air. Rynthara remained there, frozen, more bewildered than angry with the simpletons. They treated this as a game of sorts, treated her like a prized puppy than a dragon.
"Hope...hope they didn't...disturb you. They're...curious creatures, just like the rest of the townsfolk," Malik spoke through her raucous draconic giggling.
Meanwhile, the two buffoons regained their composure, approaching Rynthara with bowed heads and stooped shoulders. "We're uhh...we profusely apologize for...well, this," the man with the wiry beard said, his eyes skipping to the side to avoid Rynthara's gaze.
The other, the pervert, found a sliver of courage within him to look up, nod his head, than stare at his feet again.
Knots untangled within Rynthara's muscles. A wave of excitement rippled through her, raw and electrifying, washing away her doubts about her visit here.
They were prey. Intelligent prey, but quarry nonetheless. These creatures--they practically worshipped her, doing their utmost to see her satisfied. Malik didn't take them seriously, so why should she?
"What's your name?" She asked the pervert.
"Grrun," he said, unable to keep his gaze from shifting to her hindquarters for a split moment.
Rynthara casually turned to present him her flank, unfurled her wings for extra balance, and raised a hind leg enough to give the pervert a glimpse of the thing he craved for. Rather than stare, the two guards gasped and whirled on their heels, turning around in the blink of an eye. His companion swatted Grrun over the back of his head, muttering a string of too harsh, too fast words for Rynthara to get their meaning.
Malik was breathless by now, her eyes tearing at the corners.
"What? You've done the same when you first visited their little settlement, right?"
Malik gently buffered Rynthara with a wing, extending a forepaw to rest over hers. "No. I--I didn't want to give Grrun a heart attack, which you might just have. Come on, let's get going, unless you want these two to kiss your paws in apology."
Rynthara followed Malik into the village, head held high, a spring in her steps. This suddenly turned into an exciting venture, an opportunity to not only sample the excitement a visit in the midst of human civilization brought, but to also strut around, show off her beauty, and gauge their reactions.
Unlike the smaller villages, this one had a stone wall that ran across the whole span on the valley, stopping where the ground slanted, at the base of the two hills. Bunch of fools. Somebody could have easily crested the hills and take them by surprise.
"They have watch towers at the top of the hills. I've been wandering the same thing myself," Malik said, pointing towards it.
Rynthara didn't follow. She strode beyond the wooden gate, her wings firmly pressed against her sides to avoid losing a plume or two. The entrance was quite narrow, even by human standards, and she had to lower her head to fit through it.
"Watch towers aren't going to do them any good when a dragon swoops down on their village and sets all these flammable roofs aflame. Is thatch really the only thing they have?"
"For the most part, yes, but the grander buildings are near the grand plaza. Those have tiled roofs. Hardened clay. Sturdier."
Malik walked at Rynthara's side, the two dragonesses filling the dusty road in its entirety. Most of the people peeked past their wooden fences, probably thinking that a narrow ditch and a tiny wooden barricade ensured their safety.
Most of them greeted Malik, some stepping outside to bow or nod, others retreating into their yards. It was a peaceful village for the most part, quiet on the outskirts, just like Rynthara liked it. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all. Maybe she and the humans could actually--
The distant thunder of hooves seized Rynthara's attention. A wagon rounded the corner up ahead, the horse skidding to a stop at the sight of her, rearing and whinnying like trapped prey.
"Whoa, eeeasy. Whoaaaa."
The youth who held the rains tried to subdue the panicked animal, but his thin arms and soothing words could only do so much against a wide-eyed stallion who faced death. He jerked, and kicked, and threw a tantrum until half of the village streamed into the road.
Simpletons... they had a crazed animal to deal with, and their best choice was to surround it? No wonder the stallion broke loose of its tethers, turned around, and thundered down the road in the opposite direction.
At least half of the villages lunged into the ditches on the side of the road--even the ones who didn't run the danger of being trampled by the rampaging stallion. Some fell when their feet gave in, others slammed against fences, cursing and yelling to the bewildered youth who remained frozen in the middle of the road, his mouth opened so wide you could fit a paw through it.
"I should have warned them of your arrival. My mistake." That said, Malik went to help move the wagon and turn it around to free the road, leaving Rynthara on her own. A group of squeaky younglings gathered past the ditch, on the thin verdant patch of grass right before the fence, whispering to one another and pointing at Rynthara.
At first, it was only two of them, but a blink was all it took for them to become six.
"I can hear you just fine. My name is Rynthara, I am indeed female, and I took whatever keep as my current residence."
"Took it, or conquered it?" A blue eyed boy asked, his blond locks swirling from the blow he took to the ribs by the girl next to him.
"She didn't conquer it! No dragon conquers anything here. They're not allowed," she said, glaring at Rynthara.
How cute. A lamb arguing with a wolf.
"What stops me from taking to the skies, torch the big building where your leaders reside, and become your new overlord?"
"It's called a town hall, and it can't be burned. It's protected by magical wards, and Mayor Nefrevil is the most skilled spell caster in the highlands!" the same girl replied.
"Sounds like he didn't find his match yet."
"Malik respects him," a scrawnier girl replied, with frail brown hair that flowed past her spindly shoulders and wearing a sky blue, dust caked dress frayed around the edges. "That means you should do so as well."
"She's not like Malik, Fran. Look at 'er. Got feathers like a gryphon, tail fan like a Highlands raptor, and mesmerizing patterns. You sure this one's even a dragon?" A snotty, pudgy boy squeaked his question to the group, making sure to remain behind the girls. "I mean, don't look like no dragon to me."
A true knight, that one.
"Dragon or not, I think she's very pretty," the boy with the blue eyes said, taking a tantalizing step forward, only to be shoved back by his authoritative female companion.
"She is a dragon, stupid. Wants to conquer, breaths fire, dreams about being our overlord. Doesn't get more dragon than that."
Rynthara lowered herself onto her haunches, waving them closer with a paw. "Come closer, if you are, and I'll tell you all about a dragon's desires."
Three of them ran towards the nearest gate, while the bossy girl, the tattered one, and the blond, intense kid remained.
The bossy one kept her friends from taking Rynthara's offer by pushing them back, frowning at them in turns. "Berden, you're an idiot. Fran, don't you have doughnuts to bake?"
"You bake them, Akasha!" Fran shouted, shoving her arm aside. "I wanna touch her. Pet her. She looks so fluffy and nice."
"And you look like a tasty snack to her. Get back, stupid."
Akasha stepped forward, arms crossed over her luxurious black and yellow tunic, her emerald eyes sharp, contrasting with her raven-black hair. She kept it tied in a ponytail, as if to emphasize that big brow and tiny nose of hers.
"Look, dragon. You're in our territory now, which means you are curious about us. That's good, because we're curious about you too, and we're going to keep pestering you until you let us touch."
"Touch? Touch what?"
As soon as Rynthara's words left her maw, Akasha hurtled forward, straight towards the forepaw she had yet to place back down, grabbing one of her toes in her petite hands. Her clammy touch made her jerk her paw back, the girl's beaming expression replaced with a sullen frown.
"Why? I just wanted to greet you!"
"How about I greet you with my tail over the back of your head?" Rynthara hissed, but Akasha held her ground, hands thrust into her pudgy hips.
"You're not going to do that? Want to know why?" She tried to shove a finger into Rynthara's chest, but her finger glanced off it, her short stature getting in the way. "Because Malik told us everything about you!" she said nonetheless, an elegant smirk appearing on the corner of her mouth.
"Oh yes she did," Berden pitched in. "Said you purr like a cat when we'll pet you, and that your paws are soft and smooth like silk."
Rynthara brought a paw forward, and urged her silvery claws out of their sheaths. The other two kids gasped, while Akasha's gaze followed the winding motion of Rynthara's paw, unconvinced.
"Did she also mention the claws and their sharpness?"
"No, because they're not relevant. Can't you just tell us a story and let us pet you instead of acting like a spoiled hatchling?"
Fran beamed at that. "Yes, yes, story! Tell us where you're from, how far you flew, and why you honor us with your presence, pretty dragon."
"Her name's Rynthara, dummy," Berden pointed out. "And you should leave her alone. Pester Malik instead. She doesn't have patience for the likes of us."
Finally. The voice of reason, coming from the most unlikely person of their group.
"Malik's busy with the wagon," Fran said.
"And you're not doing anything but sit on your furred rump and act all grouchy," Akasha emphasized.
"Grouchy?" Rynthara added a growl into her voice, making the kids scatter. "I wasn't grouchy. Not until you three tiny humans assaulted me with all manner of ridiculous requests. The only story you'll get from me is how I flew away to get rid of your squeaky voices."
And that was what she did. With a powerful beat of her wings and a leap into the sky, Rynthara flew away from the village, glancing back, wondering if Malik followed her.
She didn't. She preferred to assist that damned youth with his wagon while those three midgets poked and prodded Rynthara with their tiny fingers, as if she was a freak of nature. At least dragon hatchlings backed down at the sound of a rumbling growl, but these three--they were something else.
As soon as Rynthara reached the abandoned keep, she shot straight towards her den to tuck between the furs. Head rested on top of her forepaws, with her tail coiled around her flank, she released a heavy sigh and closed her eyes, replaying the scenario from the village through her head.
Cold fingers crept through her spine at the memory of it, reminding her of just how powerless she felt for a split moment. A band of urchins surrounded her, and all she could do was share platitudes with them. Say the wrong word, and the humans might force her to abandon her den. Do the wrong thing, and they might set their trained wyverns on her.
It was the uncertainty of her situation, that of a strong, powerful predator in a world she didn't fully understand, that kept Rynthara from getting some rest. Words and wit could only get her so far, but when trapped in a human settlement, she started to realize the necessity of learning their customs, so that she'd retort in a proper fashion the next time.
Malik's audible landing made her tail twitch, but other than that, Rynthara remained coiled in a ball, completely still.
"I should have told them of your arrival. They would have kept the carts and wagons off the roads, let the rest of the villagers know who you are and why you are there."
"I talked you into it, haven't I?" Rynthara shifted closer to the wall to make room Malik, turning her head away from her snout when Malik sought to comfort her. She didn't want that. Not yet. "It's not your fault. I just wanted to get my mind off a certain thing, and came face to face with a group of squeaky, pig-faced brats."
Malik tried to stifle her giggle, but couldn't keep it contained. "Next time, lie down on your side and let them inspect you. Trust me, it will surprise you in a very unexpected and quite pleasant way."
"I don't want to do that!" Rynthara snapped. "I want them to know their place. To stay behind their wooden fences as I pass, to peer through the narrow gaps, to give me the courtesy I deserve."
Malik remained silent. Her paw shifted over Rynthara's, the warmth of her paw pads comforting, her touch reassuring, her cerulean eyes calm like the sea.
"You don't agree with me," Rynthara said, her toes clenching around the furs, her claw tips poking out, puncturing a hide.
"The corners of the world are shrinking. Kingdoms that have warred in the past have now established trade routes between them, sharing their combined knowledge. Us dragons nested far up in the mountains, raising our young while they raised theirs, secluded from one another. Their expansion surprised some of us, yes, but so long as there is understanding between us, no harm shall befall either human or dragon."
Rynthara pulled her lips into a snarl, hissing in Malik's face. "You're a dragon, not one of their diplomats."
"I'm also a traveler, just like you, and the whole point of flying around the world is to gain knowledge, to experience things that I wouldn't otherwise. That involves spending time with humans in their villages and cities at times, and what we both have in common is mutual understanding."
Mutual understanding...True, they were called the sapient races for a reason, but just because a rat gained the ability to speak didn't make it any less of a pest.
"You're too much of a thinker," Malik said, crooning playfully and urging Rynthara on her side with persistent nudges of her snout and gentle pushes from her forepaws. "Don't think. Don't worry. Just live in the moment."
Rynthara could have easily refused Malik's offer. She only had to sneak her hind paws under her belly and shove her away. That would have put an end to her incessant nuzzles and licks, to the forepaws sliding through the short fur of Rynthara's neck, her claws wading through the violet strands.
Only, Rynthara wanted this. Malik's touch eased the tension settled within her limbs. Her agile tongue, with its forked tip, encouraged Rynthara to sprawl her wings and spread her limbs invitingly for her, surrendering to the promise of affection that too few beings had bestowed upon her.
Malik's words also resonated with Rynthara, and her sensuous embrace reminded her that this dragoness actually cared for her; that, in spite of the bonds she had forged with the humans, Malik's loyalty belonged to a fellow dragoness.
But how could Rynthara know that? Licks were ephemeral. Their warmth only lasted for a fleeting heartbeat, and the tingles summoned by Malik's gentle claws already began to fade, forgotten, flowing out of Rynthara along with the heavy sigh she released.
"I'm leaving at the end of this week. I learned enough of this areas, of the humans inhabiting it. It's time to move on."
"Oooh, exciting," Malik whispered into Rynthara's ear, the warm gusts of air trailing down her snout, blowing over the inside of Rynthara's ear, making it jerk in its socket due to its ticklish nature. Malik trilled in amusement, her snout sailing down Rynthara's neck, then climbing up a forepaw, her forked tongue dragging over her violet paw pads. Rynthara sucked in a shuddering breath, her toes spreading like a flower's petals, exposing the furred crevices running between them to Malik's whims.
"So where are we going? East? West? North? Not south." She paused to give each toe the attention it deserved, bathing that violet, sensitive flesh with moist affection, her tongue tips tickling the tufts of silvery fur nestled between Rynthara's pads, eliciting a yelp from her.
She shook her paw free of Malik's grip, nibbling on her pads to alleviate that ticklish sensation over Malik's pleasant warble.
"And that's why we're not flying south, my dear. There are rainforests, and beyond them, deserts. Dampness, and sand, both too cruel to your beautiful paws. If you find my tongue ticklish, then wait for wet sand to gather between your toes. You're going to have a hard time getting it out with that fat tongue of yours."
"So...you'd be willing to leave your friends behind? Forsake everything, just to be with me?" Rynthara asked, lifting a hind leg to allow Malik's belly to press against hers, the two dragonesses laying on their sides in a pile of wings and tails and paws.
"I thoroughly enjoyed their company, but humans can't know the joy of flight. Their dulled senses can't experience the myriad of scents surrounding them, nor understand its significance."
What was that supposed to mean?
Malik bumped her snout against Rynthara's, flicking her tongue between her nostrils. "One whiff is enough to tell me all about you, Rynthara, whereas a lifetime spent alongside with a human is still not enough to decipher them."
With their bodies intertwined, Rynthara had never felt more snug. Malik made sure to run her forepaw up and down her neck in the slowest, most enjoyable of rhythms, stopping at her shoulder, then moving up again to fondle her ear with the help of her opposable digit. Rynthara squeaked and flicked it, and Malik let out a soft growl, laden with affection.
"Is there any part of your body that doesn't tickle?"
"I will let you know when you find it," Rynthara teased, taking Malik's example to caress her lithe body with her forepaws.
She had such soft and silky fur! It covered every inch of her body, including her wing membranes, where it resembled fluff more than anything. Rynthara quickly shifted her attention towards Malik's wings, insisting on stroking them, cocking her head whenever a ripple of enjoyment traveled through Malik's frame.
"Found your sweet spot, haven't I?" Rynthara said, ears perked in excitement.
"One of many. Keep at it. I love the way your pads feel upon my wings. They're smoother than mine, more compact, and infinitely more pleasant, mrrr."
Excitement soured into nervousness when Rynthara realized what she was doing. What had started as an innocent cuddle turned into a rather erotic embrace, both of the dragonesses running their forepaws along their limbs and flanks. They caressed their jaws and brow, ears and nape, filling in with the occasional lick across their snouts.
Rynthara shuddered when Malik's tail coiled around hers, trapping it in a tight, pleasant embrace, pulling it in a curt motion that forced Rynthara's hind paw to shoot upwards. The moment it did, Malik inserted a hind paw between Rynthara's legs, caressing her inner haunch with long, enticing strokes, her toes fanned out to broaden the area of effect.
Her throat tightened when warmth bloomed within her sex. Her ears flattened across her skull, and no matter how much she tried to bring her tail around and cover her sex, Malik wouldn't allow it, her grip remaining steadfast.
"Trust me with your feelings, Rynthara. Trust me with your body. I'm here for you, and I can help soothe the fire throbbing within you."
No...not like this. She didn't understand. Rynthara had never inserted anything inside her, never--
"Mrawwwrgh," she warbled as Malik's paw pads landed upon her sex, slowly gliding along its length in an up and down motion. Rynthara closed her eyes, grit her teeth, and tried her hardest to suppress the growl of pent-up need clawing at the back of her throat.
To further soothe her, Malik's tongue bathed Rynthara's face with warm, liquid fondness, trilling in delight, showing her that she was doing this for Rynthara.
And it felt so good! Rynthara's toes clenched and relaxed in unison with the spasms running through her nethers, pungent wetness surfacing past her narrow crevice, drenching Malik's paw.
The white dragoness' chant of delight climbed a pitch higher, her toes working the lubrication around Rynthara's slit, coating the fur around it in a thin layer of aqueous juice. That done, she resumed fondling Rynthara's virgin sex, remaining on the surface, teasing only her receptive lips with both horizontal and vertical movements, combining them in all manner of creative ways.
"Have you ever licked yourself to orgasm?"
"No," Rynthara admitted.
"Thrust your tongue inside your sex?"
"For...curiosity's sake, yes," she growled, lifting her hind leg higher into the air to give Malik complete access over her nethers.
"What about the tail?"
"What about it?"
Rynthara's coherence slipped, slowly replaced by the waves of elation brought by Malik's lewd massage. She did her best to keep her claws at bay, pressing only her moist, silken pads against Rynthara's throbbing slit, applying just enough pressure to keep Rynthara squirming and stroking her at moderate speed to avoid bringing her over the edge.
"Tell me if it's too much, too fast, and I'll stop."
Euphoria seized Rynthara's senses. Her body felt aflame, and spasms rushed through her nether muscles, working her towards her climax. Although Malik only insisted upon her lips and didn't delve one toe into Rynthara's tight, silken embrace, Rynthara's virgin, oversensitive slit needed just the right touch to work her up, and Malik's paw pads felt just like a male's touch, if not better.
"It's...too much," Rynthara's strained voice burst from her maw. "Stop...please stop."
Malik stopped. She gave Rynthara a sweet lick on the tip of her snout, disentangled from her, limped a few steps away to avoid placing her juice-drenched paw on the ground, and finally lowered herself on the ground, bringing her messy hind paw to her snout to suckle Rynthara's juices off with gusto. Her hearty purr instilled a stinging feeling of regret within Rynthara, as if she missed an opportunity at something great.
Even words fizzled within her mind, the only sounds shared by the two dragonesses being Malik's purr and Rynthara's panting breaths as she brought her tail around the moist, clumped fur of her sex, her tail feathers gluing to it.
"I'd like to be left alone," she said, her heart clenching, her chest tightening, her claws tearing through the leathers when Malik actually left.
***END OF CHAPTER 2***
You can tell that Rynthara is a virgin by how she behaves in sexual circumstances XD
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