Fire and Water: Taken like a Female
A lonely leviathan is sent to persuade the mayor of a local town to provide support for his band of pirates. Only problem is...the mayor is gone, and in his place rules a naughty male arcanine that doesn't hesitate to show anyone who is the Alpha male around these parts.
Will our poor serpent get filled with cum like a needy female? Guess you'll have to read to find out!
Forward Note: In this collaboration project I did with TSC, a lonely leviathan is sent to persuade the mayor of a local town to provide support for his band of pirates. Only problem is...the mayor is gone, and in his place rules a naughty male arcanine that doesn't hesitate to show anyone who is the Alpha male around these parts.
Will our poor serpent get filled with cum like a needy female? Guess you'll have to read to find out!
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Story is done by me, Cheetahs
Stormy belongs to http://www.furaffinity.net/user/totodice1/
Drac belongs to http://www.furaffinity.net/user/dracwarrior/
artwork is done by http://www.furaffinity.net/user/thesecretcave/
Fire and Water: Taken like a female (collaborative Illustrated story done with The Secret Cave )
Apprehension welled within Stormy's gut as the waves of the Cerulean Sea carried him towards a dreadful beach. There were no dogs or felines in sight here on the backside of the Whale's Bone island, The crew said as much. Oh, they mentioned great deal of things about the human establishment erected on the other side of the island. How the governor strung pirates from their feet to cut them open so that all of their entrails fell in their own screaming mouths. How the people of this island were a savage bunch that ate the meat of whoever tried to conquer them. Some tales said they were pirates themselves!
But it was all stories meant to distract from the terribly boring truth.
That's what Stormy liked to believe anyway after rounded the island for a third time. Crookstone -a name that came into his mind right after he forgot the establishment's real name- was a tangled mess from afar. Worn wharfs inhabited by old sailors, few ships in the port, and a stale scent of fish guts made Stormy reconsider his task several times over. These people were not monsters, but...could they be reasoned with when a leviathan came to bear the news, out of all creatures?
Problem was, Greypaws wasn't better than the supposed mayor of Crookstone, a man who was said to abolish piracy in these seas. Though he had no scars to show on his slate grey fur for his experience, Greypaws rode the waves for a dozen years on more decks than a scatterbrained leviathan like Stormy could ever remember. Graypaws conquered islands. Put fear into the hearts of the humans. Some said he started to amass a giant fleet that would soon conquer the known world.
But that was just talk. Words spread by humans, who dabbled in all sorts of nonsensical superstitions. Stormy tried his best to stay out of their waters. Unfortunately for him, the leviathan had a curious side that often got him into trouble. His father always mentioned how disappointed he was of his firstborn son; the explorer who let the sea take him wherever it wished. That was not the way of the leviathan, to let the waters conquer your courage. Thorvar, King of Leviathans, expected a leader. A figure that the leviathans looked up to in admiration. A terror whose mere name could push the humans back to the filthy continent they emerged from.
Stormy was none of those. Even now when he looked upon Crookstone from afar he felt his flippers go numb with indecision. Ferran the quartermaster had a silver tongue, Kolam, a man-at-arms who put the sword into thousands of able hands. Why not send one of those veterans to parlay with the humans? Why did it have to be a weakling like him?
What madness drove Graypaws to entrust him with the vital task of procuring supplies?
With so many concerns flying through his head, it was a miracle Stormy even kept going with the waves instead of swimming back to his ship.
His ship. That thought, although ridiculous by leviathan standards, carried a sliver of courage along Stormy's serpentine form, giving him the strength to press on. He might have been a male unwilling to procreate for the good of his species, a coward without a territory, a failure with no future as his father decreed, but he earned his place into a crew that trusted him, fed him, tasked him. They were family, even if they happened to live on the wrong side of human law.
Stormy swam alongside the beach until he reached the outskirts of the human town. He figured he would seem less of a threat if he came from the land. When the smell of fried fish and the clamor of the town center became more and more obvious, Stormy knew he came close enough. He traded the comfort of the cold water for the roughness of the sand, dragging his serpentine bulk with his clawed flippers towards the wharfs. Leviathans were often seen as the scourge of the seas by the humans, but on land, Stormy was more akin to a snail without a conch. No fishermen left their docks when they gazed upon the lazy crawler, and only a young boy's scream graced Stormy's ears. A huge dishonor to be sure. Him, the son of Thorvar the Mighty who ruled over all of the Leviathans from Storm's eye to the human continent of Erona, managed to scare a single human with his presence. And a runt at that.
Stormy tried to keep his shame to himself. He had time to get used to life as an outcast, but part of him remain anchored in the ancient traditions of his species. Leviathans smashed their way into the human coastline. They ripped whole ships apart in a matter of minutes, liberated the fish caught by the humans, danced in the waters alongside the drowning sailors to mock the humans for breaking the laws of nature. They had no business at sea, with their ill-shaped limbs and frail little bodies.
But Stormy inspired no such fear. The fishermen who first saw him -an old man of about fifty years of age- to whisper to a larger, younger lad. The closer Stormy approached the docks, the louder the two became, until a choked laughter akin to a pig's snort escaped from the pudgy man's belly.
"What's the matter, serpent?" that barrel of a man planted himself before the leviathan. He stank of ale and sweat, a combination that matched his vile barrel of a belly.
"Are you lost beastie? Ye head too drunk to make yer way back into the sea?"
"Look...ghahaha," the old fisherman pulled his rod out of the water to join in the revelry. "Look a' him crawlin. Like me focken cock along a whore's thighs he does eh?!"
Stormy tried to go past the black bearded monstrosity, but the brute vehemently refused to let him pass.
"Yer crawlin' in our town over my dead body, you focken beast. Go back into the sea before I rip your claws apart."
"Let him pass," another voice said. Deeper. More confident.
"Ghhm?"
A bare-chested man with auburn hair stepped next to the black bearded beast. "This serpent seems to have business in our town. Let 'im pass."
"What hit you in the head, Varok? He's a focken beast that-"
"I know what he is. My eyes see just fine even without your spit clouding them. Now let him pass."
The man with the black beard conceded with a mighty sigh. "Aye. You're right this time. We're better than this fockin' beast, eh? Look 'a him. So lost and confused. I say we feed him."
"Feed him lads! Feed him!" the old fisherman's frenzied shouts attracted a lot of unwanted attention.
In a few moments, a dozen men came down from the ships, from the town, from the wharfs, all angry and displeased with their new visitor. Not even the benevolent human could protect Stormy against the storm that followed. Stinky bits of sun-battered fish splattered all over his body, a rain of humiliation accompanied by a storm of words so vile they made the putrid fish smell like flowers.
And that was just the docks. When he reached the cobbled path that led the way towards the governor's mansion, Stormy was accosted by a vengeful brat who stepped on his tail and kicked at his fins. His way of extracting retribution for his fallen father who found his end inside a leviathan's belly.
The boy alone was not much of a threat.
Yet a loud mouth had a way of attracting all sorts of attention, and soon, one became many. Everywhere around Stormy a forest of legs sprouted from the ground. Above, narrowed eyes looked upon him with hatred sharper than any arrow. The leviathan had but a moment make his intentions known, but the humans didn't even allow him to speak, kicking and spiting and growling their ire for the beasts that dared to intrude in their town.
Stormy coiled into a shivering ball of fright, but that did little to protect him against the vengeful boots that stepped on his fins or kicked at every part of him. The crowd tasted the blood of a weakling, and, fueled by a hatred that spanned over generations, they avenged their fallen in the most basic way they could; with blows and rage, just like any other beast.
"Halt! HALT!"
Stormy blinked his teary eyes, his vision cloudy from the tremors of pain that still raced along his body. Even in his addled state he could make out several uniforms surrounding him. When he saw their swords, Stormy feared for the worst. He heard horror stories of guardsmen that poked captured leviathans to death with their swords.
"What is the meaning of this? Are you going to get in the way of our vengeance? I thought the governor is a better man than that." the angry mob shouted at the wall of guards.
"Rules are rules, lads. No matter how much the serpents grieved us, we cannot slay every ambassador they send to our shores. This one came alone. He poses no danger to either of you."
"Crone's tits he doesn't," a hulking beast of a man spat in Stormy's eye. "Beasts like him kill dozens of us on the sea. Why shouldn't we flay this runt alive?"
"Because that is what our law says," the captain of the guards said. "Now lay down, all of you, unless you want the governor to know how you brought a defenseless ambassador to the brink of death."
Stormy found his head cupped into a pair of warm hands. The man that spoke before crouched in front of him, his green eyes kind, almost sympathetic for the pain he endured.
"Are you still able to move, serpent?"
"Bloody stupid question of you to ask, Gerthart." Another guard said. "Would one of us be able to even stand after all that beating? Look at him. Poor thing's shivering like a leaf."
"Be that as it may, even the six of us cannot carry him all the way to the mansion."
Stormy gently poked one of the humans. The men understood what he said when he pointed his nose towards the tall building rising at the end of the path.
"We'll make this right, serpent. You have our word."
Gerthart kept his word. As soon as they reached the mansion, four servants took Stormy towards the bathing chambers where they cleaned his scales with warm water and soothed his aching flesh with gentle massage. A little kindness felt so good after all that abuse. Stormy tried to thank the servants before they left, but his recent experiences made him feel too drained to even utter a single word. Gerthart -the head of the guards that delivered him to safety- returned a few minutes later dressed in a normal attire. Stormy took the opportunity to offer his heartfelt gratitude by pushing his head into the man's belly, an unexpected action that made Gerthart stumble his way back a few steps.
"You really are unlike any of the leviathans we've ever had in these waters." Gerthart crouched next to Stormy's head to stroke along the leviathan's jaw. "I am so sorry for the pain you had to endure. I'm sure you know by now that the men on these shores have been battered by pain. You've demonstrated a significant sense of control back there on the streets. Any other leviathan would've tore that mob to shreds, but instead, you endured...May I ask why?"
"I'm..." Stormy growled softly as he found himself at a loss of words. The human's touch also felt much better than he expected. "I'm not like the others..."
"I can see that," the man spoke calmly. He too was an odd human. His pockmarked face and the white fur he sprouted on the top of his head -hair, as humans called it- gave him the grizzled look of a war veteran. However, he was not jaded by loss, nor bent under the weight of his age. He was kind, and good, traits not often shared by many humans.
"There, there. Don't get too soft on me. My spine cannot bear the strain it once did," Gerthart said as he stood up. "I will have the servants return if you desire comfort. It is unfortunate that our governor is out on errands. We expect him to return after the sun sets, but with these recent attacks on merchant ships we cannot be sure of anything. You can rest here meanwhile. I will have a cook bring you something from the kitchen. Is it fish you prefer to eat, or...?"
Stormy shook his head.
"Not hungry, eh? I can't blame you, lad. The journey here must've been a breeze compared to what you endured on the way to the mansion."
"I'm not tired. Please, if there is anyone I can talk to besides the governor...it's important."
The human stroke his chin, a thoughtful look about himself. "I can give you a few names if you tell me the purpose of your visit."
Stormy closed his eyes, struggling to remember all the relevant details. The beating, the angry shouts, the faces of those rabid men...they all felt like a curtain of smoke that strangled his memories.
"My ship...it's...we've narrowly escaped from an encounter with pirates, and we carry a cargo of vital importance for the prince."
The human's expression immediately changed after hearing that word. "The prince? I did not know leviathans mingle in such complicated affairs. Come. I will show you to the governor's office. There is someone with enough authority there to grant you whatever you may need, serpent."
"Thank you," Stormy bowed his head.
The human laughed. "No need to thank me, scaly one. Anyone who survives through a pirate attack is a hero around these parts."
The lie felt like a bitter substance that gnawed into his gut like a gastropod's abrasive radula. Stormy managed to keep his composure up until the governor's office. Only after he saw himself inside the chamber safely secluded behind the closed doors he allowed his pained hiss to rush forth. He did what he had to for his crew, but it felt so wrong to take advantage of the only man who cared about him in this forsaken town.
After his pain diminished, Stormy focused on his surroundings. The room was eerily quiet. A large set of windows allowed the sun's fading light to pour onto a large mahogany desk. The chair was empty. A good number of scrolls covered the desk. The governor must've left in quite a hurry to leave such a mess behind. The smell of books was most intriguing. It mixed with the fragrance of aged wood into a pleasantly foreign concoction, if not a bit spicy, like the smell of an animal. Stormy looked around the room. He had a vague feeling he was being watched, and sure enough, a strange creature stood at the foot of one of the two tall bookcases that occupied the chamber. Stormy's first impression was that of a dog, but the more he stared at the creature's lush, sandy mane, and the intricate black markings on his haunches, the more he realized this was a unique species entirely. What was this specimen? Stormy never heard of anything that looked like a lion and a dog. The animal just stood there, a silent sentinel that only breathed and waited, his eyes as calm as the animal's demeanor. Perhaps this was the governor's pet. Stormy didn't care, nor mind. In fact, he was about to approach the desk when his eyes slipped between the creature's legs. Down there, poking from a sheath adorned with a golden ring nestled the creature's gender, a fat, black sheath that allowed a sliver pink out in the open.
It was so pointy. So...wet. Stormy shuddered all over when a heftier dose of scent hit his nostrils. He realized why the room smelled the way it did, and he immediately looked away before he had the chance to make another embarrassing discovery.
To keep himself distracted from the pestering musk, Stormy moved around the spacious chamber. He knew he wasn't the first feral creature that stepped through those doors. The room was too big. Too spacious for a single human to use.
Stormy dragged himself towards the desk, careful not to get the carpet tangled in his claws. He was quite curious to see what the mayor had been working on. His father taught him the words of the humans just for this occasion, when a leviathan could turn the enemy's knowledge against them.
"Harrrrrr!"
Stormy's heart skipped a beat at the dreadful growl that came from behind. The creature turned from guardian to punisher in the blink of an eye, and Stormy's first instinct was to flee. Leave this beast behind before it extracted his retribution. Only problem was...human doors were not exactly made with leviathans in mind. No matter how much he bit or grabbed the door's handle, Stormy couldn't get the damn thing opened by himself.
"Stop," a voice said from behind.
Did the creature just speak? Stormy turned around to see the male resume his initial position by the foot of the bookcase.
"My master does not favor scratches on his door. The wood alone is far older than a serpent would expect."
"Can you...talk?"
The dog pawed at the collar around his neck. "A clever spell allows me to translate my thoughts into words. See? I don't even have to open my mouth like the rest of you."
Stormy felt a bit offended by that last remark. "At least I can speak without the use of enchantments."
"Fair enough, serpent." The dog got up. "Tell me who you are, and in return, I will reveal my purpose here."
Stormy recounted the relevant parts of his life: how he fled from his father's home, how he roamed the seas without a clear purpose in mind, but he kept the crew out for now.
"I expected a more exciting tale," the creature leaped on the empty chair. "I am Drac, left arm of Romak, the governor who rules over this town. You don't have to speak. I can see it in your eyes. The same question that occurs to any new face that stumbles into this office. What need does the mayor have of a dog? Why is a dog sitting on this chair? What does a dog know of reading?" Drac swiped the scroll aside with a paw. "I am a lot more than just a simple pet, and from one creature to another, I find these false assumptions make the revelation all the sweeter."
"What...are you?"
"That, my friend, is a very complicated matter to discuss. Let us talk more about you." Drac leaped from his seat, his paws barely making a sound on the floorboards. "Your reason to be here, your needs, your desires...Romak invested me with his trust, and I will not have him betrayed by a dragon clad in a serpent's scales. Tell me, what wind brought you to our shores?"
Stormy felt a bit cornered to be circled around like a prey animal, but he gave no sign of submission. He couldn't appear weak. Not before fulfilling his task, so he weaved an even better lie. That of a crew trapped between the greed of a pirate and the wrath of a merchant.
"What is your ship's name again?" Drac asked.
"The TideRunner," Stormy said.
"The TideRunner," Drac repeated thoughtfully. "I cannot say I heard this name before. That silk merchant you mentioned, Gawayn...I know for certain he only employs experienced crews, and your name does not inspire a lot of trust."
Stormy froze as the dog pressed his nose against his, the coldness of the ring just as chilling as those huge, bared fangs. "Is there a dragon waiting in there, serpent? A trickster that yearns for the opportunity to turn me into his prey?"
"I'm sure it's there in the books...if you don't mind checking it out of course," Stormy stuttered.
The pitiful approach worked for now. "Let us see if the words written in my master's tome lie better than you."
Stormy felt relieved when the big male made his way back to the desk. He picked a heavy tome in his mouth, placed it on the desk, but his clear, menacing eyes still remained fixed on the serpent rather than the book.
"Well? Are you going to stick your nose in or what?"
"I don't know how to read human language," Stormy lied.
"A shame. Come near me. Sit or coil next to my side. Whatever you prefer. I want to make sure you don't try anything funny while I check the ship docking logs."
Stormy crawled over to Drac's side and coiled in a relaxed position that almost lulled him to sleep. Drac flipped one page, then another, and another, the sound calm and nice, just like the male's spicy scent. Stormy paid no attention to the creature's gender for quite a while, but Drac was really taking his time, and, with nothing better to do, the serpent continued to admire this fascinating creature's form. Drac was so...fluffy! He had a bushy tail to envy, his mane rippled like a cloud wrapped around his proud neck, and his paws were big and cute, topped with black pads underneath each toe. Only now Stormy noticed that the black bindings weren't part of the creature's natural markings. Like the humans he served, Drac liked to adorn himself with trinkets: Bracelets on his feet, a ring on his nose...and another where no metal should ever be. It was hard for Stormy to imagine what madness prompted this peculiar male to get his maleness pierced, as leviathans vehemently forbid anything strapped or placed on their bodies that didn't belong to nature's grand design.
Still, ring or not, Stormy had to admit an embarrassing truth. Drac was a well endowed male, with a fat sheath and a pair of stones to match that plumpness. While Drac flipped through his tome, Stormy pushed his snout just a bit closer to the source of that mesmerizing scent. Though Drac's tip remained inside the sheath this time, the entrance remained moist, and Stormy's eyelids fluttered with perverse glee when a drop of translucent honey slithered along the golden ring to lazily drip on the ground. Oh, how sweet must've that nectar tasted. Drac surely had a lot to give judging by the size of his balls, and Stormy felt warm when he imagined himself sheathing the creature's bloated cock inside his mouth, sucking onto that hard rod of aching flesh, and licking and slurping tasty gulps of pre-seed until Drac, with a final, writhing growl, released his fertile semen to feed the serpent's hunger.
"It's not here."
Stormy shuddered back to awareness when Drac's heavy paws fell back on the ground. "Wh...what?" he flustered as he pushed his vent deeper into his coils. By now his scent must've filtered through the room, and Stormy was terrified to have his dirty little secret discovered.
"Your ship. This TideRunner is not listed under the name of any merchant. I will give you a single chance to explain yourself, and if you fail to convince me you are not the scurvy urchin I think you are, I will have you incarcerated in the tightest cell of our dungeon."
"I...I'm...I..." Stormy stuttered as the imposing male lowered into a crouching, predatory position. He must've enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, as his pink tip poked out to wet the ground with another drop of spicy-smelling scent.
"Yes?" Drac's lips trembled with irritation. "Anything you want to say in your defense, serpent?"
The terror he felt earlier, the shouts of the mob, the surges of pain inflicted by their savage kicks. All of those dreadful moments returned like a storm that obliterated every coherent thought in the serpent's terrified mind. Stormy rolled over on his back, exposing his neck, his belly, even his wet, tender vent to his captor's satisfied gaze.
"How intriguing. You must be one of the worst liars I've met to believe you can tempt me with your cunt."
"Don-don't sentence me. Please. I'm- I'm not a pirate. We're just reclaimers who plunder the ships of distasteful nobles. Corrupt figures which grieve your noble empire just as much!"
Drac bared his lips in irritation. "Is that what those stinky pirates told you, serpent? That what they do is just?"
"I don't know!" Stormy moaned. "Please, please, let me earn your forgiveness. I'll-I'll suck your cock if that's what it takes to-"
Drac slammed a heavy paw on the ground. "Enough! I won't waste my time on the pathetic pleas of a pirate...although it is amusing to think of a mighty leviathan degrading himself to the level of a breeding female. You know...there is something I enjoy doing in my spare time. Care to take a guess what?" Drac said as he sat on his haunches, his forelegs spread apart purposefully to offer a teasingly good view of his heavy balls and his wet, fleshy cockhead.
Stormy shook his scaly head, dazed by the dog's intense musk.
"I breed females. Stretch their fleshy insides close to the limit before I burst into them. Mrrr, canines are my favorite. How they sing at the peak of their pleasure, how eagerly they milk the seed out of my cock. It is an experience a runt like you will never taste unless I can do something about that."
Stormy shuddered as Drac's warm tongue slithered across the length of his vent to brush away every trace of arousal that smeared the leviathan's sensitive flesh.
Drac closed his eyes for a moment, his fur spiking along his body as he savored the taste of his prey. "Harrr, I think..." he paused to lick his muzzle clean. "I think I can see myself sheathed into your little vent just fine. Roll back on your belly and lift your tail for me, serpent. I'd rather not gaze upon your distasteful face when I relieve myself inside you. That's what you are to me. A wet hole to spill my seed into."
Stormy simmered with arousal when he felt that juicy tip poking at his folds. He fantasized about that big, perfect cock lodged inside his other, tighter hole, but he was still afraid for his future, still embarrassed to play the role of a female for this stronger male. He felt Drac's heavy paws wrap tighter around his tail. With a single jerk, the dog hilted himself down to his underdeveloped knot, uttering a moan of pleasure as the serpent's fleshy muscles sucked his entire cock in just like a female's needy folds.
"Graawwwrrrr, you are so wet, little serpent. So eager, and so much tighter than I expected," Drac's thoughts spilled across the room from his enchanted collar, mixing with the panting sounds of his breath and the wet slaps of his sack pummeling the entrance to the serpent's sanctuary as he continued to breed the serpent with utter eagerness.
Stormy gritted his jaws. He barely suppressed the moans of pleasure that rushed over his shivering body every time Drac throbbed inside him. The dog grew harder, bigger. Throb by throb, spitting lances of hot precum left the canine's tip to ram against serpent's cock, a blanket of sweet, heated arousal that aroused Stormy to no end. Back on the other end of his slit, Drac's inflated knot pressed against the walls like a boulder to fill every available space in the serpent's slit. Stormy never felt anything so intense before. Barely any seconds passed since Drac entered his slit, merely a few thrusts into this mating, and Stormy already felt his seed churn into the depths of his cock.
Drac was too big. Too warm. Too eager to breed. Even when his cock engorged itself with warm blood, the virile male still slammed himself inside as eagerly as he did back at the start. He did not know it now, but his cock was not poking past any cervix. It wasn't impregnating any female.
It was ramming and rubbing against the serpent's sleeping cock in a most perverse dance of pure pleasure, and Stormy just couldn't subdue his instincts anymore.
His cock bloated with hot seed from the very first throb. Such a quick, intense sensation barely allowed the serpent a chance to harden. Stormy's eyes fluttered with pleasure, his entire body trembled with climactic might.
His seed welled up within his cock like lava inside a volcano, and with a sharp burst of agonizing pleasure, Stormy's cock erupted. A wave of sticky seed exploded out of his slit, drowning the dog's cock in a blanket of messy male cum.
Drac mistook it as female release. He remained hilted inside all the way to the balls, whimpering as he throbbed long and hard from the bursts of added heat that engulfed his cock.
But that bliss did not last for long. Stormy's growing erection pushed Drac back towards the exit, and the arcanine found himself forced out of those spasming folds by a big, sticky eel that spat repeated waves of pearlescent cum all over the mayor's precious carpet.
"What in the...you're a male?!" Drac's muzzle wrinkled as he sniffed the distasteful smell of male cum. "Why didn't you tell me, you dirty little gnat?"
Stormy splayed on his side, tongue lolling from his panting mouth. "I...I tried to," he strained to speak as his member emptied down to the last few feeble spurts.
"Tried to? As if this isn't an obvious issue," Drac cringed at the puddle of cum that formed below the serpent's wet cock "I should have you punished for luring me with false promises, but part of the blame lies with me. I never...anticipated you might be anything else than a female. I mean, you talk like a female, you smell like a female..."
Stormy shuddered as the dog flicked his tongue over his cock tip a few times to taste his nectar.
"You even taste like a female. Go on. Don't stare at me. Clean your own mess before it soaks into my master's carpet!"
Drac watched with perverse satisfaction how the serpent feasted on his own seed. "Good, good. Lick every blob, every patch, every strand of your own, diluted seed. I might have an idea about your redemption. Yes...that long mouth of yours will make a fine replacement for your deceitful male-cunt."
After the serpent finished cleaning his own mess, he crawled over to a cleaner part of the room to tend to Drac's needs. With a hind leg lifted in the air, the arcanine splayed on his back, exposing his wet tip to the serpent's inquisitive sniffs.
"Don't lick my cock yet. I want a belly massage before we get down to business."
Stormy rubbed his snout into the silky thickness of the arcanine's belly. His scent became a lot more intense close to his privates. Stormy tried to keep himself focused on just the rubs and the pleasant feel of the arcanine's fluffy fur, but the seeping musk oozing from that exposed cock often had his tongue venture out for a quick taste.
The eagerness to feast on his cock surprised the dog. Drac lifted his leg even higher to allow Stormy broader access to his equipment, even starting to thrust mockingly at the serpent's frisky snout.
"I see there is no way for you to keep your lust in check. Fine then. I shall allow you to feast on my seed. Perhaps my taste will wash down the cloudy female-water you ingested earlier."
Drac flopped back on his fours, his half-aroused cock jutting eagerly against his belly. The bulge between his balls and his cock enthralled the serpent, for he knew what kind of treat hid inside that bloated part of the sheath.
"How do you want to swallow my cock, serpent? Should I let you taste it slowly, like I treat my females? Or do you want me to breed your maw just like I pounded your soaked vent?"
"Rough," Stormy shamefully bowed his head. "I'd like you...to treat me like one of your females."
Drac smiled wickedly. "Naughty. I like that." A heavy paw pushed Stormy's head against the ground, and next thing he knew, the dog's engorged cock spat its fluids over his nose like heated rain. Stormy opened his mouth to take the treat in. However, he hadn't expected Drac to shove himself into his maw like an enraged beast. The whole cock unraveled in his mouth: the knot pressed between his jaws, the tip squirted pre into his throat, and even Drac's balls sought the warm embrace of Stormy's tongue.
The serpent tried his best not to choke on all the hard meat that suddenly filled his mouth. He sucked the rich taste as best as he could, the spicy, salty aroma a delight upon the serpent's aroused tongue.
"So warm..." Drac pulled himself back to give Stormy a breather. "I don't know...how long I'll last...if you keep feasting on me like that."
Stormy licked the canine's tip four times before Drac thrust himself back in. He set himself a slow pace at the start to get used to the serpent's slavering maw. Strands of saliva dribbled onto the floorboards from the serpent's jaw, accompanied by thick squelching sounds. Inside, a sea of saliva mixed with precum threatened to drown Stormy's throat. He barely had time to swallow between the sharp thrusts, the slickness making the experience all the better for the naughty dog.
"Hawwrrrr, this feels even wetter than a female at the peak of her heat!" Drac scratched the floor with his claws, whimpering with pure pleasure. "Prepare your maw, serpent. I want you to squeeze your jaws shut when I tell you."
Stormy nodded his head, taking the canine's cock up his throat a few more times before Drac uttered his desperate command.
Stormy clamped his jaws shut as tightly and carefully as he could, wrapping the cock in his velvety tongue, sheltering the knot with his teeth.
"Tiiiiight!" Drac howled. His cock bloated with the weight of finality, and Stormy closed his eyes, trembling with glee as a powerful blast of cum emptied down his throat. He had no need to swallow. Drac sheltered himself so deep that his seed automatically flowed down the serpent's throat for five, maybe six potent blasts. After that, he pulled himself back to wet the serpent's tongue with whatever remained of his potent seed. Stormy enjoyed the creamy treat a lot. Drac's essence had a sweet tinge to it along with salty and spicy undertones. The mere pleasure of swallowing the product of this powerful male's balls made Stormy shiver with arousal, his own cock splattering a dozen lines of precum on the ground.
Drac dismounted with a pleased growl, his eyes covered in a film of tears. "That...felt a lot better than I expected," he started licking the ivory icicles from the serpent's messy jaw, an unexpected treat that made Stormy quite embarrassed. "Don't be so stiff, serpent. I am perfectly able to clean my own mess even if it resides in the mouth of another male. May I?"
Stormy shyly recoiled from the canine's tongue. "I'm...it's fine. You don't have to."
"Oh, but I want to," Drac padded over to sniff at the serpent's soaked erection. "You tasted me. It's only fair I return the favor."
"N-no, please, you don't have to-" Stormy's words degenerated into guttural growls as he found his cock taken into a heaven of heat and saliva. He barely lasted ten throbs before his seed rushed forth prematurely into Drac's suckling jaws. The dog leaned down, stimulating the base of the serpent's convulsing slit with a warm padded paw while his tongue brushed around the spewing cock. His experience became obviously clear to Stormy. This canine welcomed many cocks inside his mouth to drain Stormy the way he did. His slit ached, his cock felt utterly spent, and Drac barely spilled any drops on the ground.
"That was fast! Have you enjoyed me so thoroughly, little serpent?"
Stormy gave a shy nod. Drac moved over next to him, making himself comfortable against the serpent's belly. "You are an interesting specimen. Perhaps I was too swift to pass judgement. Any male that spills himself within seconds cannot be the scourge of the seas we imagined. You shall have anything you need, as long as you find the words to state your request."
"Thank...thank you. I am most humbled by your benevolence."
The arcanine licked the leviathan's cock back inside the slit before he shared the taste with Stormy, who got all shy from the warm feeling of the canine's invasive tongue.
"I treated you unfairly. We both know that, even if you lack the courage to admit the truth. Supplies is all I can offer you for now, but if you find yourself back on our shores again, I will take another step towards earning your forgiveness."
Stormy blushed with embarrassment. His flustered mind found no words to speak, so he squeezed the fluffy male against him. Stormy knew his time here was at an end, but he wanted to enjoy that delightful smell for a few more precious moments before he delved back into the familiar waters of the sea. In that moment, with his tail wrapped around the fluffy male's body, Stormy wondered.
Would he ever return to this town again? Was the enmity of the humans worth a moment of pleasure?
Drac's slick tongue nudged him towards an appropriate answer. Closing his eyes, Stormy surrendered to the canine's affections. There were a lot more things to enjoy about this peculiar creature, but for now, he was pleased to rest after a most surprising turn of events.
** ***THE END*****
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