Climax
Authors note: this is a story about me and my current mate, its something i wanted to do for quite a while and finally did. :) No, its not connected in any way to the "my name is midnite story" so just consider it a whole new story...series maybe.... U know the drill, under 18= dont read, blah, blah, blah, u know the rest, hop u enjoy!
Climax
By: Midnite
"Think so?" I asked smiling at him.
"Of course, the cutest ever." I couldn't help laughing at him, as he called me cute. It was a rare thing for Mordred to do, he usually played out the big tough dragon around others, but I knew that alone with me, he was so sweet at times.
"A little ole' wolf like me? Cute?" I repeated. I held his claw briefly in mine, his dragons claw so much bigger than my small gray-furred wolf paw. "Well, your cute too Mordred." I said and moved my muzzle up to kiss him, opening my mouth slightly to allow his tongue to explore my mouth.
Breaking the kiss I reached towards my bureau and opening the top drawer, I pulled out a bottle of some new lube I had purchased earlier.
I smirked at him as I held the bottle for him to see.
"Midnite, so impatient aren't you?" I giggled and put in on top of the bureau and turning to regard him again, I shoved him backward onto the bed?which took quite a bit of strength, as he was a good few inches taller than me, much bigger too than my frail wolf form.
Once he fell back I pounced him and kneeling spread-eagled over his belly I lowered my muzzle and kissed him again.
I shivered a bit as I felt his claws brush down my back and give my ass cheeks a rough squeeze
Fueled by this contact, I pressed my muzzle down harder into him, deepening the kiss passionately. At the same time I pressed my crotch down into him feeling my sheathe stir a bit through the thick fabric of my jeans.
Finally breaking the kiss, I shifted a little lower along his sexy scaled dragon body and running my wet nose along the side of his muzzle, past his cheek and stopped at his neck. I sniffed deeply, his warm scent was so enticing to me, a kind of sweetness to it that made me like it all the better like...like almonds. Opening my mouth a little, my tongue flicked out and tasted his neck. Loving his smooth taste I lowered my muzzle more and sucked lightly on his neck, here and there, working my way down to his chest I nibbled lightly on his collarbone.
He closed his eyes and a rumble seemed to emanate from deep in his chest, a type of purring. Idly squeezing and poking various spots on my ass through my jeans he relaxed his body and let his head rest on its side.
I continued my oral explorations of him, moving lower on him, I licked a long line down his neck and straight to his nipple?but stopped before touching it. Working carefully I licked with a pointed tongue around his right nipple, making circles.
He gave a small sigh and suddenly I felt his claws leave my ass. Not a second later a chill passed through my back as I felt his claws inch underneath my jeans and again resume its poking, squeezing and pinching.
Unable to resist it any longer I slowly licked the very tip of his nipple. Feeling him shiver a bit, I did it again. A third time. Then I licked it wetly without gentleness, and lowering my muzzle I gently nibbled his nipple with my teeth, feeling him shiver yet again.
Resuming my tasting of him I finally began sucking on his nipple and I felt him give my ass another squeeze.
I continued sucking his nipple for some time before getting up off the bed.
He looked at me questioningly and I smiled at him. Unbuckling my belt I removed it, allowing my jeans to fall to the floor?I had no boxers on. Once down I kicked away the heap and my eyes flicked to the floor in the corner of Mordred's room. A thick black leather leash lay there and I felt my heart give a jolt of love for Mordred. In my past I learned to be a submissive, to do nothing but pleasure my owner, my master. It was often that my first and most recent master used my rather greedily, caring only for his own pleasure, his own release. I was his tool, and he used me as such. He was the only thing I knew, having kidnapped me when I was only eleven and keeping me till just last year at fifteen when I escaped. It was this year that I met and fell in love with Mordred, wanting him to be my mate. Wanting him to be my dominant, to use me however he wanted to, it was the only type of relationship I knew; master and slave. But what made Mordred so different and special to me was the fact that he didn't. As much as he could've taken advantage of me, dominated me with all the strength and power that I admired in him, he never did. Still doesn't. When we first became mates, I viewed him as my master, yet the first thing he did was let me know that we were equal. He would treat me as I would him, with love. And I valued this in him, valued he himself more than I valued my own life. Even though he would never dominate me, I would always enjoy pleasuring him like I was doing now, without being forced, I did it because I felt he deserved so much for being so good to me. It was all I had to give him. My love.
Wrenching my emotional eyes away from the leash, I held his claw and l=pulled him to sit up on the bed, looking still up at him. His bed was pretty high up to my belly.
I knelt in front of him and watched him as he removed his jeans also, flinging it aside while still sitting with an outstretched foot. I stopped for a moment to admire him, his beauty. He was the dragon of my dreams, covered with dark velvet scales, a lighter violet along his chest, down his front and middle. His chest was toned with smooth muscle, all the way down to his perfect abs. His flaccid cock lay before me and I knew that when hard, he had an immense twelve inches of length?a whole foot and it was about 2 in a half inches thick. His cock was almost pitch black in color and hanging underneath were his ample-sized balls, they too were immense in comparison to mine. I had about eight inches of cock myself, only an inch or so thick, my cock however was pink as it rested within a sheathe. Dragons don't have sheathes.
I took a deep sniff of his hot, thick, and masculine scent...it was... indescribable, being so masculine in nature, yet with something more that just made my head spin, my senses to confuse themselves.
I gripped his knees and spread them moving closer to him.
My tongue flicked out across his cock-head extracting a shiver from Mordred. I licked again, ran my tongue along the length, tasting his powerful maleness, feeling as though by tasting it, his...his ?essence' (in a manner of speaking) entered me, spread throughout my body, my very soul.
I inched my tongue underneath his cock-head, lifting up his limp cock and poked that special spot directly underneath the head gently.
The reaction was immediate. His cock gave a jolt and started to grow extending outward.
I ran my tongue directly over his piss-slit and then back to that special spot again, poking upward into it with my tongue, watching it harden and lengthen.
I reached my right paw off his knee and gently brushed his ample sac, running a single claw across the center and down the middle, tickling the bottom of each hanging orb, flicking the skin gently.
Protruding outward finally at twelve inches pronounced that Mordred was indeed hard. I took in the sight of his huge maleness, admiring its beauty, its girth. Once again the hot scent of his arousal spun my mind, and unable to resist I opened my mouth and took it in, but only the head. I wrapped my lips so gently around the head and gave it a slight suck while at the same time gripping his huge sac and giving it a brief squeeze. I felt him sigh and relax himself and I continued to lightly suck the head, massaging his balls, rolling the orbs in my paw.
I continued this for a couple minutes, then opening my mouth more I held it so that his pole stood in my mouth yet without touching anything, just held partially encompassed in my mouth. Allowing his growing climax to recede, I breathed deeply onto his cock, allowing my hot breath to wash over his tip, then with my tongue pointed, I again touched that special spot, not pushing into it, just touched it moving the very tip of my tongue up and down over this spot, feeling him tense at the teasing.
After I felt he had enough I pushed my tongue tip forcefully into the spot, and massaged that very spot vigorously, pressing and poking into it while at the same time, I also massaged his sac with more vigor, eager to get the energy of his balls pent up.
A single drop of pre oozed out of his wavering piss-slit and onto my poking, prodding tongue and once I tasted this, I lowered my muzzle down onto his cock before he could react and down six inches onto his thick pole. Once on, I closed my muzzle over his dragon-pride and sucked powerfully, closing my muzzle slightly and briefly to squeeze his cock, a few more drops of pre my reward.
Even though it was only half?six inches, my muzzle was already full, my jaw already straining a bit on his thick girth.
My paw sped up its massaging and fondling of his balls and I began a slow process of pulling my muzzle off his maleness, until I had only the head again, then suprising him yet again I drove my muzzle down onto his member, past the six inches and down to eight.
I gave a slight shiver as I felt his hand on the back of my head, just resting there. I knew this symbol, I knew that it meant he was close.
Massaging his now swollen sac with a little more energy I closed my eyes, savoring the flavor, taking a deep breath through my nose of his powerful scent...then I drove his entire member down my throat.
Hilting him completely, my throat contracted once, twice, but I held it, was used to it by now.
I paused for a moment, feeling his amazingly massive member completely fill my throat, then I started bobbing my head, sucking powerfully on his entire cock. Again and again it was thrust into my mouth, down my throat, over and over again.
His claw gripped my head-fur a little and started applying its own pressure, helping to thrust the cock down my throat. I kept up this act, my lungs slowly starting to burn from the lack of oxygen. But I chose right then to pull off suddenly, his shoving claw on the back of my head resisted and I looked at him.
He was gasping slightly, his other claw gripping the edge of the bed powerfully, then he looked at me.
"W--*pant*--what's wrong Midnite?"
I smiled at him, licking my lips wetly. I got up and gripped his claw in mine, pulling him to stand up. He complied with a degree of reluctance still panting from his diminishing climax.
Making my way around him, I laid on the bed where he recently was, my butt hanging off the edge of the bed and my legs spread. I let my tail fall down limply so that my tight anus was visible just under my balls and smiled up at him.
He looked at me, a grin breaking across his face as he reached an idle claw towards his bureau and took the bottle of lube. He took a step closer to me.
Squeezing a good amount on his finger he grinned at me again, reaching his claw down towards my rear.
I shivered again as I felt his finger brush my tight pucker, slowly rubbing the lube onto it...into it. His claw smoothly entered me and I looked up at him and gave a sharp gasp, relaxing my tense anal muscles as he inserted a second finger lubed up more, into my ass.
Smoothly pushing all the way into me and pulling slowly out of my ass, he removed his fingers altogether and started lubing up his own cock.
Once lubed, he stepped closer to me, gripping my waist, he positioned me lifting me slightly as though I was as light as a feather, his powerful arms flexing as he positioned his cock-tip to my boy-cunt. He looked at me again, not smiling, but with a look of reassurance, of love.
Catching me by surprise, he thrust into me.
My head fell back as I opened my mouth slightly, feeling his brutally thick cock force its way into me, going against my tightness. I could've screamed with the initial pain, could've just cried full-out as my ass was stretched far beyond its normal limit, but thank God that this wasn't my first time. My eyes still teared with pain though, yet it wasn't something I was unable to handle. The burning was immense however, even with all the lube, the sheer girth of his cock combined with my tightness created a friction theat burned my insides, my anal muscles contracting uncontrollably.
His muscles flexed as he shoved into me...nine, ten, eleven inches...finally coming to the end of its penetration at a foot into me. I groaned a bit, trying desperately to stop my anal muscles from twitching, and it was working, but slowly.
Mordred sighed, feeling my tightness, my twitching muscles right before he began to pullout.
I squeezed my eyes shut tight, and finally got control over my twitching ass, moaning loudly as he pulled out all the way to the cock-head. He seemed to have noticed my maon of pain and looked at me.
"Are you ok Midnite? Should we stop?" I looked at him, lifting my head and saw the worry on his face, making me so happy inside that he actually cared, something my past mate would've never done.
"Please Mordred... Don't stop, I'm fine." He seemed relieved of my answer and was about to push into me again when he blinked. Smiling mischievously, he looked into my eyes again.
"Well...what exactly do you want me to do to you Midnite?" I looked up at him and smiled inwardly. He loved the dirty talk. Putting on a face of helpless-need, I replied.
"Please Mordred. Please shove all twelve inches of that cock into me...please make me yours. Make me your wolf-bitch."
He grinned at my reply and without wasting a single second he shoved into me again. My head fell back once more, this time in full control of my ass I relaxed myself as best I could, feeling his thickness push into me, rubbing my prostate. The pain had receded a bit, and once in, he pulled back out and began to fuck me slowly, the pleasure building, quickly replacing the pain.
I reached both my arms to either side of the bed and gripped the edges, closing my eyes in ecstasy.
He continued to pound me, his cock thumping my prostate over and over again. My cock stood painfully erect pouring out pre as he pummeled me, the burning pleasure of him filling me completely drawing me closer and closer.
He absent-mindedly gripped my left leg and swung it over his shoulder, thrusting into my now-loose entrance again and again.
For about ten minutes he kept this up, accelerating his pace by the minute, his scales glistening with sweat. His hot overused body creating a more thick scent that threatened to engulf my mind in nothing but pleasure.
My mouth opened, wanting to scream, to let out the pleasure I felt, but my own member couldn't, it stuck up like a pole, shining with pre and bouncing every time he hilted himself into me. My swollen balls begged for release, sending pulses of pure aching to my tormented mind, unable to release, the pleasure/pain almost making me pass out as he thrust into me, his knot banging into me, I couldn't handle it, tears flowing down my face as I moaned longingly. I gripped the side of the bed, tearing into the fabric as I moaned/screamed loudly.
Mordred pulled out to the very tip, and thrusting as deeply as he could, his knot popped into me, tying me finally as he angled his snout up to the ceiling and roared.
The entire room seemed to tremble as he held his cock, shoving still into me powerfully, his cock suddenly pulsing, filling me up with his huge load.
I could've passed out then, a warm wave spreading through my body as the feeling of him pumping into me, filling me up to my limit was unbearable. But Mordred chose that moment to end my torment, reaching out, still humping through his orgasm and pumping my own member at super-speed. And I came.
I felt within me a snap. It was like a string was being stretched, like a rope was being stretched taught and finally it snapped and my senses went on hold. The feeling of orgasm was the most powerful this day than ever before and my hearing seemed to shut down, my eyes closed, and I arched my back powerfully, my arms flexing as I shoved my body towards him with all my might, trying to shove his cock as deep into myself as possible, feeling him?STILL in orgasm start to buck into me. I clenched my whole body and tore the edges of the bed as I howled loudly.
"Oooh Mordreeeeeeeeeeeeed..." I howled as my seed started shooting out all over my own face and chest, some even in my own mouth. My seed arched in the air out of my waving cock landing on the floor.
Tears flowed down the sides of my face, my fur soaked with sweat. My body fell limp, my breathing ragged, my ass still clenched tightly around his cock, not allowing so much as a drop to leak out... and I felt like I was going to explode. I barely felt it through my misted mind as he collapsed on me finally, unable to support his own weight from the absolute height of his climax, panting heavily over my sweat-soaked and heaving chest.
My arms were so weak, my vision blurred, but I lifted anyway, using all the strength I could possibly muster and hugged him, my legs wrapped around his waist. It briefly flashed through my mind how bitch-like I must literally look, but I didn't care. I hugged him tightly and unable to keep my mind awake, I fell asleep?but not before I looked into his eyes, lifting my own head and whispering "I love you Mordred." Then all went dark and I slept...
End note: All characters in this story are copyright to Midnite (me) please send all questions and/or comments to: [email protected]
Mordred is a real person and is not fictional btw--just thought readers should know that. This the end?.......dont bet on it!