Early Morning Wake-Up Calls
A story I wrote based on a dream I had, in which my beloved mate gave me a very lovely way to wake up in the morning.
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Tresh sighed with a soft quiet lonely sound, her tails swishing behind her with slight agitation as she padded quietly to the kitchen, her footsteps as silent as possible, so as not to wake her mate. She hadn't been able to sleep well, it was still too new to her...this living with one's mate, being away from home. To be honest, she was a bit homesick...missing her family, despite the fact that they were more often than not assholes. She still missed them, and it made her restless.
With another soft sigh, she opened the fridge, her eyes scanning the food. She was eating healthy now, so what she found was not much...some eggs, a bit of cheese and some ketchup. She figured...despite the early hour, she would make an omelet. Cooking food was always a pleasant thing to wake up to. Maybe her snoring mate would wake up and banish the blues from her heart. She didn't want to wake him...work would come soon enough, and he needed the rest. Afterall, he kept her awake most nights with their "getting to know each other better" activities.
She smirked, thinking about this, her beloved mate knew how to please her, and had taught her so many new things. She chuckled softly, looking down to see that her nipples, still sore and red from her mate and his fascination with them, were hard and poking through the thin fabric of her silk nightgown, the cloth making her body shiver as it rubbed against their sensitive peaks. Tresh purred softly...thinking...with it just being her awake...why not remove her nightgown? She chuckled, shucking the clothing to stand gloriously naked in the kitchen, her long ruby hair her only covering, her hands reaching to encircle her breasts, fingers lightly stroking the so-sensitive nipples.
She chirped softly at herself, shaking her head, smiling as she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. COOKING. Not fondling herself as she thought of her mate and what he could do to her. Mmmmm....how she loved his strong body pressed close to her, his hands stroking her body, fingers stroking inside her...his kisses and tongue licking her soft skin...everything about him made her weak in the knees and wet and tingly in the deepest parts of her body.
Quietly she dug for the skillet, turning the stove on, adding a pat of butter to the pan to melt as she started cracking the eggs. As the smell of cooking food rose into the air, she idly stroked her sex, fingers sliding ever so slowly up and down the lips of her sex, teasing herself with the gentle arousal that was already starting to build within her, a slow throbbing that matched the throbbing heat of her nipples. She started to purr, one hand stirring the eggs, the other hand delicately moving between her folds, the warm liquid of her arousal scenting the air with the smell of a dragoness in need.
As she stood there, back to the doorway, humming a soft song, she didn't hear her mate when he entered the room, his solid form as silent as a cat as he moved across the floor. With a soft growl, he pinned her against the counter, away from the stove, his body pressed against hers, her stomache against the edge of the counter. She could feel the hard length of his member, hot and throbbing against her, covered only by the thin layer of cotton known as boxers. She murred softly, letting him dominate her, her hand moving away from her sex to lay on the counter in front of her, her other hand laying the spatula down, turning the burner down, her tails curling around his legs with a slow sensual movement, sliding the twin tailtips up and down his scaly body, lightly stroking between his legs, pulling his shorts with them as they moved back down.
He purred softly down at her, his tall strong body pressed tight to hers, his member sliding against the hot wet dampness of her sex, his hands reaching to hold hers on the counter, his body aggressively pressing against her. He leaned his head down, his teeth closing on the soft curve of her ear, his tongue rasping against the skin. He whispered softly at her,
"I see someone is awake early. And very ready for a mate to claim her..."
Tresh shivered, her back arching against him, the feeling of his powerful presense making her even more aroused, the feeling of his large member so hot and full against her sex, she whimpered softly, wanting him so bad, her breakfast long forgotten now, her desire only to have her mate take her and claim her once more as his, to banish the blues from her heart.
Raziel growled softly, his hips moving as he lowered his head, kissing down her neck, rubbing his cock back and forth against her wet sex, his touch gentle and all-too-infuriating to the horny dragoness. He chuckled as he felt her body arching against him, eager little moans coming from her. With a rumble, he closed his teeth on the arch of her neck, a firm claiming bite as the head of his member found her entrance and slid into her hot wet depths, sliding deep into her body as his tongue lapped at the trickle of blood that slid down her neck. He leaned over her, his hips firmly connected to hers, his cock eagerly throbbing inside of her.
The heat of his body against her, the coolness of the countertop, the firm masterful possessiveness he showed, all of this made Tresh rumble with pleasure, her body firmly claimed by the dragon she called her mate. His hard dominating presense, that's what she desired, to be taken as his, to be rutted with. She growled low in her throat, letting him know how deeply pleasurable it felt to her, to have him within her.
He chuckled softly against her, his hands reaching to cup her breasts and tease her nipples with hard little pinches as his hips moved against her, her tails curling around his legs and brushing their fire and ice tips up and down his legs. He leaned over her, his body a hard pressure against her, making her lean over the counter, deepening his contact with her, his member sliding deep in the delicious warmth of her sex, making her moan with each thrust.
Tresh rawred like a cat, her claws digging into the countertop as his masterful thrusts hit against her. When he pulled away from her, his member sliding from her depths with a wet sound, dripping with her juices, she yowled in a feral cat scream, not yet fully satisfied, wanting more of her mate. He shook his head at her, then slid to his knees, turning her so that she faced him, his head level with her crotch.
He grinned up at her, then with a strong push of his muzzle, buried his tongue between her folds, his long dragon tongue snaking through her sex, lapping greedily at her arousal, the tip of his tongue curling around the nub of her clit as he sucked and nibbled at her, his finger stroking her thighs, curling around her legs, touching her soft damp fur with ever-increasing arousal, his cock throbbing with desire.
Tresh knew that her mate always desired to bring her pleasure before he would accept his own, this was one of his quirks. Ooooh, but it felt good to have that powerful dragon on his knees, pleasuring her as only he could, his tongue a slick warm presense sliding across her sex, lapping at her sex while she could only groan with pleasure.
When her climax came, it was nearly an explosion, her sex tightening with a fierceness she seldom felt, the muscles clamping around his tongue, her juices flowing thick and hot against his tongue. He licked and licked, cleaning her, keeping her aroused, her body shivering with each flick of his tongue, a soft purr rumbling from her.
She smiled down at him, her tails swishing against his body, stroking up and down his scales, flicking across his member, lightly stroking him, teasing his body as he had teased hers. He groaned, his eyes closing as a shiver ran through him, his cock tensing as the silky heat and ice of her tails caressed him.
He stood again, a soft rumbling growl coming from him as he pushed Tresh back against the kitchen counter, his fingers sliding into her sex, rubbing the soft wet interior as he positioned himself once more, his body nearly shaking with the desire to take his mate.
Tresh looked at him, a quirked smile on her face, her soft eyes glowing a deep deep amber, a color they only turned when she was incredibly aroused, and with a sibilant hiss, she showed her mate a smile full of newly-grown saberfangs and sharp teeth, her body shifting into her larger saber-kitty form, her tails pulling him closer, pressing his body against hers, her fur now long and silky, her breasts growing to their D-cup size, her wings dissapearing. She chuckled softly at her mate and turned him around so that his back was against the counter, her stronger heavier form suiting her perfectly for claiming her mate.
She growled softly, her fangs making soft indents in the scales of his neck as her tongue rasped across his throat. She reached down slowly, her fingers curling around the hard length of his member, stroking ever so gently, making him groan as her long slender fingers worked. She hissed a soft feral sound as she felt him shuddering under her, soft moans his only noises. With a slight chuckle, she slid downwards, her fangs nipping softly down his body until she reached his hips. She nipped gently just above his member, making him arch his back and moan, then very very carefully, she slid her long serpentine tongue down his member, tracing the hard shaft slowly, up and down as her clawed hands slid up and down his body, her nails a slight pressure against his scales.
Raziel tried to move as he felt himself getting close, the gentle rasp of her serpentine cat tongue making him shiver with each stroke, his body tense and shivering in the state of arousal he was in. When her mouth closed around the head of his cock and slowly slid down it, engulfing his length in her warm throat, he knew he was too close to stop. He hissed sharply, his fingers clenching in her hair, his body arching against hers, and with a loud rumbling growl of his own, his climax hit him, filling her mouth with his seed.
She only purred, eagerly lapping at his member, enjoying the taste of her mate, her tongue lapping against him, only further stimulating his arousal. When he gradually started to relax against hte countertop, she just murred, her tongue slowly cleaning him of the last traces of his seed, her eyes looking up at him as she licked the last drops from her muzzle.
When she stood, she slid her soft sleek body across his, up his body until she was face to face with him. She nuzzled against his neck, her purr a constant rumble as she licked his neck, barely letting him relax as she licked his scales, not a word spoken, just hot little flashes of her eyes as she groomed his scales.
Eventually, she looked back up at him and smiled, showing her sabers again. She quirked an eyebrow at him, her tails curling idly around them both.
"Mmmmm...I love you, my mate. Even if you did spoil my breakfast..."
Raziel laughed at her and hugged her against him, a soft chuckle his only sound as he held her close to him in the early morning dawn light.