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The day had been a long and difficult one, leaving Nelliane glad it was over.

It was just her luck that the weather was rather rainy--stormy, even--on what would have normally been a rather productive day. Unfortunately, the rain kept almost everybody inside and under cover and as it turns out, nobody wanted to stand around in the rain while she sketched them, dragon included or not!

Which isn't to say that she didn't get any work done, just nothing that she could sell! Practice and keeping her skills sharp was important of course, but nobody was likely to be particularly interested in her vivid depictions of people trudging through the rain and mud.

At the very least, it was amusing that Kel insisted on squeezing in under the awning with her, despite being quite adamant that rain just rolled off his scales and didn't bother him at all. Oh, and his refusal to admit that he jumped a little with each clap of thunder. The girl snickered to herself, hanging up her coat and divesting herself of the various satchels and general art-related sundries that she needed to practice her trade.

As she moved into the living area, Nelliane was greeted with the sight of a familiar red dragon laying on his side, limbs splayed out every which way. She could tell that Kel was already asleep by the faint draconic snores he made and the slow, methodical rise and fall of his chest. He'd gone ahead of her to hunt and despite the storm it seemed like he was successful. He always took a deep nap after a full meal.

"A full belly demands a full rest. For digestion," he would explain whenever she would tease him for being a lazy creature.

It was hard not to grin at the sight. Her lifelong friend looked sort of ridiculous when he was sprawled out like this. More like a horse-sized puppy than a regal and majestic dragon, honestly. Nelliane carefully stepped around a stray wing and over his tail so she could sit down at her desk, opening her sketchbook to a new page.

Her hand glided smoothly across the parchment as her pencil drew the shape of her companion, adding a few small details here and there as she went. She'd drawn him any number of times and could do it entirely by memory--he was her favorite and most convenient model after all--but she liked the silly pose he'd fallen asleep in. She thought that she could probably sell a few pictures of him looking like that! Not that it would be worth all the grumbling from him, proud dragon that he was.

Once satisfied with her initial sketch, Nelliane leaned back to give it a proper once-over. There were a few minor details that could be improved upon. The angle of his tail wasn't quite right, for example, and his legs could use a bit more flair. She leaned forward and went to work on her revisions as Kel snored away.

She paused for a bit to light the hearth and make herself a quick sandwich--nothing fancy--then returned to her desk to finish the drawing as she nibbled. Eventually, she leaned back again, giving her drawing another look. There, that was much better!

There was almost the temptation to break out her inks and turn the sketch into a proper work but thought that Kel might never forgive her for putting so much time and effort into such an unflattering depiction of him.

The girl giggled to herself. Oh well, it would be for her eyes only! All the same, she signed the page and added the caption, "The Majestic Drake Kel'rah'thyn in Dignified Repose" and finished the last bit of her sandwich. She flipped the book shut and pushed her chair away from the desk, rising to stretch her legs and move the chair back.

It being such a gloomy day, maybe Kel had the right idea and heading to bed early wasn't such a bad idea. She left her supplies to be organized another day and slipped around the large red dragon in the center of the room to go slip out of her city wear and into some comfortable and warm nightclothes.

She had a thought to toss a comforter or something over the sleeping drake on her way to her bed--he might grumble that he didn't need it, but she knew he liked the extra warmth.

Nelliane reached out for the quilt draped over the back of the couch, glancing in the dragon's direction as he gave an odd-sounding rumble. She blinked and her hand froze.

The dragon had at some point rolled over onto his back--also a cute pose in its way--and was now laying askew with his legs curled up in the air a bit and wings splayed out across the ground. But that's not what gave her pause.

She was familiar enough with her dragon's body that she recognized something was different almost immediately.

The dragon was on his back, exposing everything to her view. Normally this wouldn't leave much to look at as there was just a discreet slit along his underbelly but what surprised her was that the tip of something was sticking out of it, fleshy pink unlike his red scales and tapering to a point.

Nelliane let out a soft, "Oh!" as she quickly realized what she was looking at. It's not as if she'd never seen glimpses of his male organ when the dragon bathed, but that was just... different than him laying here, fully exposed.

Despite the lack of witnesses, she blushed deeply but remained watching wide-eyed as the large organ pulsed and grew with each beat of his heart.

He must be dreaming, she thought. And what a dream it must be!

Before long, it had reached full size. It was nearly the length of her arm, and thicker than her wrist. The tip was sharply pointed and the whole length was lined with ridged protrusions. It almost looked like a weapon, not like the softer shapes she knew human males had.

She was shocked, and then a little embarrassed that her shock had turned into fascination. She couldn't tear her eyes away, even though she could feel an odd warmth building in her body. It was a very strange, fluttery sort of sensation that left her feeling not just a little lightheaded!

She tried to look away and ignore it all--Really she did!--but as the minutes passed, she found her attention turning back to the dragon's member. Though appropriate to his overall size perhaps, it was just... very large. And impossible to ignore right there and on display.

She wondered how dragons mated. Was it like the animals? Just a wild rutting of the two bodies until they were done? Or was it like the silly romantic books she had--somewhat embarrassedly--read where it was a passionate act, a meeting of the hearts and souls? Or somewhere in between?

Averting her gaze, her eye settled on her nearby sketchbook, full of blank pages and with a graphite pencil sitting right there atop just begging to be used.

She hesitated for a moment. It would just be an anatomical sketch, she told herself. Educational, even. That was surely okay, right?

Stilling her nervous hands, she began sketching, trying to capture the details before the dragon's erection went down. She was blushing the whole time, and she was glad that the dragon was a heavy sleeper after a meal as there was no denying this was fairly naughty of her.

Soon, she had a rough sketch of the dragon's member, and a closeup view of the tip. Very anatomical, very educational.

She held the sketch up, comparing it with the real thing. It was good, though the haste in which is was made did leave it lacking in detail. Her cheeks were flaming hot as she did so, and her stomach was in knots. This was a little weird, right? To be staring at a her sleeping dragon's penis, drawing a picture of it?

Maybe it was a little weird. But it was just for her sketchbook. No one else would ever know. Besides, this was something important. This was the anatomy of a dragon! She'd seen plenty of anatomy books, but never one on dragons after all.

The ridges in particular, she decided, were very interesting. Diligently, she added some detailed lines to her sketch to better illustrate their shape.

But as she studied the sketch, Nelliane was finding her mind going to some strange places. What were those ridges like to touch? Hard and unyielding or soft and flexible? How could she really capture the way the shaft moved with each heartbeat, the way the whole member twitched ever so slightly with each throb?

It was an odd impulse that caused her to reach out and touch the very tip of her finger along the peak of one of the ridges that studded the sides of her dragon's impressive organ. It was warm and firm, but not as hard as she had expected.

She froze as Kel gave a contented little rumble--like he might when she would nestle up against his side. She had to wait until he settled again, his snores loud and rumbling, before she let out a breath.

Her cheeks were burning and her heart was racing. This was getting into some truly inappropriate territory! She was touching his mating tool, not just some random specimen for study!

Still, she couldn't quite stop herself from tracing her fingers along the length of the dragon's erection. With a nervous swallow, she set her sketchbook aside. Her fingers didn't even touch as her palm pressed against the opening to his slit.

It was warm, almost hot, and it was a bit slick, though she had no idea where that lubrication had come from. Her hand slid feather-light along the ridged shaft, exploring the odd texture of the surface, feeling the ridges, and the subtle difference in texture between them and the rest of the shaft.

She felt the pulse of blood coursing through the large organ, and the warmth of his life force. There was a certain level of gravity to her holding it, knowing the significance of what she was touching. This wasn't just a piece of warm flesh, it was the means by which he would someday mate and make other dragons and there was a primal sort of power in that.

And, she had to admit, a power in holding such a thing in her grasp.

Her other hand joined the first, and together they ran up and down the length of his shaft. The increased contact and her slightly firmer grip was apparently quite nice, the dragon rumbling deeply and spreading his thighs out to either side a little more, pressing up into her touch. She knew it was a stretch to take that as permission to continue but she decided to interpret it as such.

Slowly, her confidence grew and she took the time to really feel his ridges and textures, to explore and learn. Despite the part of her that protested that this was all wrong, she couldn't help but feel an odd but freshly intimate sort of connection with her dragon, feeling him react to her touches.

She felt his erection twitch and jerk and--a little uncertainly--she moved her hands up and down a bit faster, squeezing his ridges a bit more firmly. Her dragon made a deep, growly moan, and his hips thrust up, his shaft sliding through her fingers.

She felt a particularly strong twitch under her fingers, and she stared, transfixed as a short spurt of clear fluid lanced from the tip to paint a wet line across his belly and chest scales.

"Oh!"

She was caught by surprise not only by the sight of it, but the feel of some of the wet heat that dribbled down to coat her fingers.

Carefully, she withdrew her hand, inspecting her fingers. Was that... 'it', so to speak? Her ignorance wasn't doing her any favors here but she did know that a male's release was supposed to be sort of white and this was just sort of... clear. Surely dragons weren't different in that respect?

Oh, and it was very slick, she noted, rubbing her thumb and index fingers together with interest.

It must be for lubrication, she had to conclude. His tool was made to go into a dragoness after all, and it would need something to make it fit--such a massive shape would certainly need the help as she could barely imagine it going into anything!

Nelliane paused, looking at her fingers. A viscous strand connected the digits as she pulled them apart, glistening in the hearthlight.

She had a sudden urge to taste it.

No.

No, that was a terrible idea.

But...

She couldn't resist, even if this was far beyond simple and harmless curiosity...

Cautiously, she brought her fingers to her lips and... the taste wasn't particularly strong, sort of a slightly salty muskiness maybe? Something deep inside her recognized it though, and it made her feel warm all over.

The girl blushed and shook her head. This was getting silly. She shouldn't be... feeling this way, should she...?

A part of her was shouting that this was inappropriate and wrong and that she should just go to bed and forget about this.

But another part was whispering that maybe this could be... okay? She knew the dragon better than anybody in the whole world, so why should she avoid only this aspect of him while accepting all the rest?

Maybe, she decided, it would be okay if this was just... a natural extension of their familiarity? A new form of closeness?

That thought soothed her nerves and helped her feel better about the whole situation. A little whine and a twitch of the dragon's hips drew her attention, unconsciously trying to press himself back into stroking hands that were no longer there.

She almost giggled at the sight, finding her dragon's little display of neediness adorable. There was little denying that his body wanted this at least...

She reached out and stroked a fingertip up the side of his shaft, watching him shiver and the muscles in his legs and abdomen tense.

"I suppose you wouldn't be opposed to a little more touching then, hmm?" She murmured, so quietly she could barely hear herself.

There was a deep growl from the dragon and a little more movement as he shifted his hips again. The girl's face heated as she imagined the dragon's subconscious was telling her exactly what he wanted. A rationalization, but so was everything else up to this point...

She reached out, taking him into her hands once more, giving him a couple good strokes, the coating of the dragon's precum making her fingers slide along his length with ease, allowing a firmer grip without worrying about chafing the clearly sensitive flesh.

His reaction was instantaneous and intense, the dragon's body jerking and spine arching a little, a long, drawn out groan rumbling through his entire body. She couldn't help but notice that his tail weaved and searched back and forth, tip curling as if looking for something to hold on to.

Oh, she thought, he must be dreaming of a dragoness and trying to curl his tail around hers. She had seen dragons do things like that before, it was sort of like how humans might hold hands to show affection. He'd done as much to her before, though under much more innocent circumstances! Just a little curl around the arm or maybe an ankle, that sort of thing.

The idea that he was dreaming of a mate--of a dragoness--strangely made her feel a little less guilty about what she was doing, and she found her hands moving with greater confidence.

She looked across the dragon's familiar features, feeling a warm rush of affection for her closest friend. The bond she felt with him, the way they lived together and cared for each other. This wasn't too different, was it? He was just having a nice dream and she was just... helping him. She would do anything for him after all so... wasn't that okay?

On a whim, she adjusted her position a little to lean against his warm, scaled thigh and snuck her foot over and brushed the tip of his tail with her toes. He immediately curled his tail around her ankle but didn't stop there, winding his tail around her leg and taking a firm hold all the way up to her thigh.

It was a very intimate gesture, and Nelliane flushed as his tail held her leg firmly, as though she might pull away. The heat coming off of his body and the smooth scales gliding over her bare skin was... a new sensation for her, sending a jolt of warmth through her body. It wasn't as if she never slept up against his side before and the dragon was prone to cuddling from time to time, but the position, and the "minor" fact that she was stroking the dragon's erection, made it... quite different.

She couldn't say that she disliked it, even if she tried.

Distracted with trying to come to terms with all these new thoughts and feelings, she was slow to notice the change in the dragon's reactions. He was twitching more and his hips were rocking, thrusting up into her grip. She could feel his shaft pulsing under her hands, the once flexible ridges along his length having grown even firmer than she would have thought possible.

A thrill shot through her as she realized that the dragon was getting close. She didn't know how she knew that exactly, but the signs were unmistakable. She was actually going to do this, and the thought made her stomach flutter.

The dragon's breaths were deep and panting now, and he was making low growls and rumbles, the sound resonating through her. His tail was gripping her tightly, pulling her up against his leg, her side pressing against the warm, firm muscles of his thigh.

The girl's own breathing was quick and light as she worked her hands up and down the dragon's thrusting shaft, a certain throbbing sensation deep inside her core that almost seemed in time with her motions. Without meaning to, she found herself squeezing her thighs together, her skin feeling hot and tingly all over.

In the midst of an arousal that she, frankly, didn't know what to do about, she found herself imagining the dragon's dream, wondering what he was picturing. He must be imagining a female dragon, a gorgeous, strong, confident dragoness, with scales like rubies and gold. Did he imagine her powerful body atop his, riding him? Was he thrusting up into her, claws resting against his chest and a look of pure bliss on her regal muzzle as he prepared to spill his precious essence into her welcoming depths?

Her heart thudded and her eyes fluttered as her imagination conjured such images. The girl laid her hot cheek against the warm scales of his lower belly, right next to the spot where his male slit parted around the thick base of his organ. She could feel the heat, the tension in his muscles and the subtle motions and vibrations of the dragon's growl.

"T-that's it," she breathed, nose almost touching his straining organ. "Give your dragoness what she wants..."

She heard the dragon give a low, shuddering growl, and her breath hitched in her throat as the first pulse of his climax flowed through his length.

The dragon's member bucked in her grasp, powerful jets of milky-white seed spurting out and splattering across his broad chest scales. The girl gasped at the sight, a fresh wave of heat washing over her, her heart thudding and her core aching with a strange need as her dragon shot rope after rope of his essence across his belly and chest.

Wide-eyed and with his tail almost painfully holding her against his body, she was treated to a front-row seat for his release. There was just so much of it and she could not just feel but even see each pulse travel up his twitching length.

It was mesmerizing, and she could only imagine the theoretical dragoness in his dreams whining and growling in pleasure as she was filled. The thought made her shiver and gasp for breath.

After what seemed like forever, the dragon's orgasm tapered off and his member twitched a few final times, the girl's hands finally stilling and just holding him. With a last huff of breath, the dragon's frame seemed to deflate as the tension melted from his muscles, leaving him lying bonelessly on his back, panting softly.

His release was... a lot. More than she would have expected, even accounting for his size. It was amazing to think that all this was there inside him just waiting to come out!

Nelliane watched the rise and fall of his chest, feeling the heat of his body against her cheek, and the warmth of his tail around her leg. The fire had burned low and the light was dim, but there was more than enough to see Kel's body by. His chest scales and belly were painted white, streaks and splatters of his seed standing out starkly against his red-orange coloration.

Slowly, she released her grip on the dragon's shaft, her fingers far slicker with his actual release than they ever were with just his pre-seed. It was impossible to ignore that unlike the earlier emissions, his seed most certainly had a scent! It was... a bit odd. Musky, but not in an unpleasant way, and it was thick in the air. It seemed to get into her nose and settle into her lungs, filling her head with a warm, pleasant haze.

Unbidden, her hand lifted and her eyes fixed on her fingers, the tips dripping with her dragon's pearlescent seed. Her breath caught and her heart pounded in her ears, and yet, despite that, or perhaps because of it, she found herself bringing her lightly trembling fingers to her lips.

The taste was strong and rich: a little bitter, a little sweet, and little bit salty. Almost metallic? Not quite like any other thing she's tasted, that's for certain but somehow... appealing.

It wasn't the taste of it, not really. It was that it was the essence of her dragon. A piece of him. Something uniquely his, brought out through pleasure. It was special and she was the one to bring it out, to coax it from his body--even if he was unware of it.

She looked across to her dragon, laying on his back and rumbling a deeply contented sound. Her dragon. He was the sweetest, gentlest, most wonderful dragon in the world and she had touched him, had helped him find the release that his body demanded.

There was a sense of satisfaction and pride that she could give all this to him but... also an icy shard of worry that cut through all the warm feelings she was floating in a haze of.

She had done something incredibly, irrevocably intimate, and without any sort of permission. Surely his body had no complaints about her explorations and attentions but he was far more than just a collection of unconscious instincts!

A wave of guilt crashed down on her and she shivered. And besides, even if they were the closest of friends and had been since before she even had coherent memories, that didn't change the fact that he was a dragon! Even in her own fanciful version of his dreams it was another dragon pleasuring him, not a human!

What had she done? What would he think of her if he woke up and found her touching him? Touching him there?

It was all well and good to justify the act itself to herself when her curiosity and... other things had a hold of her but now her conscience was making its thoughts perfectly clear. The faint remaining tingles of fluttery warmth that remained in her body just made it all the more clear that the way she was feeling was not right!

Maybe, she could just... pretend that none of it happened?

The idea felt very wrong to her as she'd never kept anything from him before especially not something like this! But... the alternative was to face the dragon's possible reaction. What would he think of her if he knew that she had touched him like this? Would he hate her? Be disgusted by her?

Kel was the only person--er, dragon, she had, and she didn't want to lose him! She just had to act normal and it would all be fine. Right?

She looked across the dragon's slumbering form, scales coated with his cooling seed and his maleness only just now softening and withdrawing into its hiding place.

With a frown, she blinked away the threat of confusing tears and set about trying to free her leg from his tail as gently as possible. After some wiggling, his grip loosened and she was able to extract herself without disturbing him, though his tail tip curled around and tried to grab hold again which almost led to her being trapped all over again.

It just didn't feel right to leave him coated in his own mess like that... a mess that wouldn't have existed without her inappropriate actions, she was reminded, but just as she was considering getting a cloth to try and clean him up, a break in the dragon's previously steady rumbling made her freeze.

Her eyes widened as the dragon yawned widely and stretched his limbs out, his back arching before he rolled onto his side. He was waking up!

No, no, no, not now! As quickly and quietly as she could, she darted off to nearly jump into her bed, yanking the covers up and over her head. Her heart was racing at the idea of being found out, but she willed herself to be as still as possible so that if the dragon were to look, she would seem to be asleep.

She couldn't see Kel from beneath her blankets, and sounds were muffled. After an excruciating bit of silence, she could very faintly hear the dragon mutter something to himself, then the sounds of his claws on the floor. The soft sounds of his wings brushing against the door which had at one point grown a little tight for him to fit through comfortably. He must be going outside.

There was no way that he couldn't have noticed the large amount of fluid all over his scales, she thought with a flush of heat that was at least half embarrassment and half something else. He must have gone to wash up. Easy enough since it was still raining outside. Kel usually preferred a more thorough washing and scale-scrubbing but she wouldn't imagine he'd go through the whole process in the middle of the night.

A minute or two later, the dragon's footsteps returned and the girl's heart hammered as she waited to see if he would check in on her. She waited there, hidden beneath her blanket and listening intently and trying to keep her breathing slow and steady despite the thumping in her chest. She had no idea what she would say to him if he came over to her bed. What if he knew? What if he demanded answers? She wasn't sure she even could manage to lie to her lifelong friend at all, let alone on the spot!

It seemed luck was on her side however, the dragon not checking on her and instead moving over to his own bed. After a minute, she heard his usual rhythmic rumbling of snores.

Nelliane let out a long breath and slowly lowered her blanket. Sure enough, the dragon was lying down in his own bed--really more a collection of soft furs than a bed--seemingly asleep.

A relieved sigh and she settled into her own bed more normally. Okay, so maybe everything was going to be alright after all? Maybe she could just forget about the whole thing.

She did her best to fall asleep but it wasn't easy. She was very aware of her own body and her heart kept racing despite herself every time she thought of what she'd just done with--or rather to--her dragon. The lingering smell of his essence in the air and on her fingers certainly didn't help!

Despite the worry and the frustrating, persistent warmth in her body, she did eventually manage to fall asleep though her dreams proved to be... interesting.

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As the hearth cooled, a small draft from the rainy weather outside slipped in, bringing with it a chill. It was just enough to rustle the pages of the girl's sketchbook which lay where she left it, incriminating page held open by a charcoal pencil.