Morning Hunger
The morning was early and warm. My body did not want to move. Even as I felt Ryuu, my baby-blue anthro-dragon lover, roll out of our nest of pillows and blankets, I still did not want to move. Perhaps my swelling stomach, slightly rounded with the proof of my fertility, had something to do with it; it probably took a lot of energy, especially for a human woman, to create a ready-to-lay egg.
Burying further under the thin blanket I had slept under, I listened to the sounds of my mate moving about. The popping of his joints as he stretched, the whoosh of his wings as he opened them briefly, the growling yawn and heavy steps on the stone floor as he walked off, probably to relieve himself. His warm, leathery scent was still heavy on his side of the nest, and I could not help but breathe it deeply and happily.
"Yasha, aijin, ohayou." Ryuu had returned to wish me good morning. Pulling the blanket from my head, knowing my dark auburn hair was probably wild and tangled, I looked at him tiredly. He stood at the end of the nest, one clawed foot resting on the raised stone platform. He had only lit one candle, and he carried it, lighting his draconic face; yet I could still make out the shadowed silhouette of his morning erection rising out of his sheath. He apparently noticed where my gaze wandered. "Hungry?" he asked with a sexy smirk.
"Tired," I replied through a yawn, turning away so I would not encourage him. I sensed rather than heard him approach until his fiery warmth radiated onto me. The flesh of his palms brushed the blanket from my body before he attempted to slip his hands under my bare body. Slowly, I lifted up to allow it, though my body felt even heavier when I did so; it felt like he would not be able to fight whatever force pulled me down. He did lift me, though, and I rolled in his arms toward his body, nuzzling between my hands into his scaled chest.
I realized he was taking me outside the cave when the world beyond my eyelids grew lighter. Groaning a protest, I turned my face closer to his body and curled up in his arms. I could feel the sunlight against my skin when we reached the entrance, but his body was still warmer. The flexing of his shoulders and the familiar sound of his wings unfurling warned me before he leapt from the cliff. I felt his chest tremble with his laughter when I whimpered and dug my fingers into his shoulders; I had a fear of heights and hated it when he took me flying, but I usually went along to prove my trust.
I lost track of how far he took me since I refused to even attempt to look; for all I knew, he could have been flying circles for a few minutes. Eventually, he did head down. The further down we went, the more forest soundsâ€"such as the birds singing and the rustling of leavesâ€"I could hear. I also heard the rushing of water, a sound that became a roar as he landed and carried me.
Curious, I opened my eyes, first seeing his determined profile and the leafy treetops above and then seeing the trunks and heavy ground brush of an old growth forest. I had to turn away from him to see where he carried me, slowly realizing that we were going up a slope. The plants were collecting moisture, but it was too warm for dew. The air was becoming misty, and the sound was getting louder. It was not until he cleared the top of the slope that I could see the narrow, tall waterfall spilling into a mountain pond.
The pond had to be terribly deep to accept the waterfall, because the width was the same as the communal baths in the village, no more than a spring that could hold a few tens of people. However, there was a place where I could see the sloping bottom in the clear water, where it curved around the fall's cliff to flow down into the valleys as a mountain stream. Clean and crisp easily described the water, so much so that it looked cold and made me reluctant to be lowered in.
I did not have the choice though. Ryuu was already carrying me into the shallowness until the water came up to his hips and lightly splashed up onto my ass. I squealed at the jolt of cold and clung tighter to him, earning his chuckle. He walked deeper so that I was shivering in his arms, my body slow to adjust. Finally the water was tolerable, and I wiggled my legs, letting Ryuu know he could let me down. He lowered my legs, sliding me down his body; the feel of his scales sent shivers of pleasure down my spine and tightened my tender nipples. He did not let my feet touch ground, to my surprise. Instead, he held my hips and kept me balanced over his arousal so that it was nuzzled between my cheeks, forcing me to wrap my legs around him to help support.
That's when it hit meâ€"water equals floating; I was not feeling heavy from exhaustion. Releasing his shoulders, I laid back on the water with a sigh, the cold water actually feeling exciting along my back and through my thick hair. One hand still holding me up at my lower back, Ryuu touched my rounded stomach. "My child," he whispered, apparently still awed that my body had taken his seed so readily; it really was a wonder that magical aid had yet to be needed.
I closed my eyes and relaxed, dozing as he touched me. I gasped the first time he splashed water over my chest and nearly upset my floating, but he calmed me and continued to rinse me. When his hand moved higher up my back, I took the hint and struggled to sit back up. He ended up having to walk deeper, my body too weak and swollen to make sit-ups easy.
He carried me back to shallow water that I could stand in, but instead of standing, he had me kneel. The water came up just under my breasts, lifting them as if offering them, and played with the ends of my hair. I could feel his claws tenderly scratching my scalp, but my attention was on his still hard cock before me. The pale blue flesh was thick and just long enough to be exciting but not intimidating; I had seen more than him in my life, but his was the only one that could draw me with watering mouth.
He leaned me back to wet my hair again, keeping me from indulging in temptation. When he helped me sit up again, I ran my hands up his legs. I leaned in to kiss and lick at the insides of his knees and up his inner thighs. He was gasping, his hold on my hair tightening, but by then I was well into my hunger. My mouth sought out that smooth, sensitive spot just behind his sheath as I inhaled his musk. My tongue teased the sensitive, vulnerable stretch of flesh. He moaned above me, and his thighs tensed under my hands. His tail wrapped around me, stroking my back with its smooth spade tip. His claws pushed through the curling strands of my hair, encouraging me.
His cock bobbed above me, flexing in its begging way. I appeased it willingly by teasing up his sheath and slit with the tip of my tongue. I just could not resist the column of flesh, though. It felt too good under my soft lips, so hot and hard. I craved every moan he gave, wanted to hear that final, loud one he always gave when he sprayed. I longed to taste his bitter-minty seed.
Wrapping my fingers around his thick base, by forefinger and thumb just touching, I rose up off my calves and kissed up to that cut strip, so sensitive and responsive. Kissing, licking, and nibbling, I moaned with how much doing this excited me, could feel the familiar ache in my petals. I licked at his tip, kissed it softly, and then pressed my lips down around it, loving the way he could part my mouth. Sucking on just that hot, weeping head, I slowly stroked his silky shaft. It had been a month since that had last been deep in me, but I could still remember how good it felt to be stretched.
Moaning around him, I settled for having him deep in my mouth. His tip brushed against the roof of my mouth, tickling me, before my lips met my fingers; he was long enough that for me to cover him completely with my mouth, I always had to swallow him. Eating only the first half of him, I began to slide my mouth over him, in and out. My lips quickly became wet, my mouth watering from how good he tasted, so meaty and smooth. He was so good to me, not forcing me but letting me taste as I pleased.
I had to move faster, had to taste more. His claws in my hair had me shivering. His tail rubbing my back was sweet. I paused in my movements and looked up, his head still between my lips. He was watching me with those bright blue eyes, panting with pleasure. Releasing him with my hand, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I slowly pushed him to the back of my mouth and into my throat. I gag once and had to try again, but finally my throat welcomed him with a caressing swallow. He flexed, forcing me to pull back before gagging again, but I knew it was because he was close.
My mouth sore, I leaned back. He smiled down at me and took hold of himself. At first his strokes were slow as he continued to admire me, but then I handled my own breasts, which were grown heavy with milk. That pushed him, and he began handling himself harder and faster. The look of pleasure on his face was amazing and distracted me enough that I almost missed my opportunity. He groaned, "Now," and pulled me forward with his other hand. I closed my mouth around him just in time to catch the first spray. With a moan I swallowed and licked, feeling him pulse between my lips and tremble under my hands as I leaned against his legs. His taste and load were overwhelming, and I just could not keep it all. Nevertheless, no embarrassment bothered me when I felt his juices escape my lips and slide down my chin.
Finally, he was empty. My lips and chin was sticky with his white fluid, but that did not keep him from kneeling down in front of me and kissing me deeply. His hands practically worshiped my body as his serpentine tongue cleaned my face. Then he helped me to the bank of the pond, laying with me with our heads on the sandy shore and the water lapping at our bodies.
"I love you," I heard him sigh as he rubbed my rounded belly. I just licked my lips and kissed his cheek before cuddling into him. My head on his shoulder, my arm across his chest, his tail wrapped around my hipsâ€"I fell back to sleep, amusedly wondering if "morning hunger" was similar to morning sickness.