Dragon Ride
Authors Note: This is pt 3 in me and Mordreds series. Pt 1 was "Climax", pt2 was "Gym Class" and pt 3 is this one, they were done by both me and my Love--Mordred. I'd like to thank all the ppl who mail me, 'cause its you who gave me the fuel to wirte...and about the "my name is Midnite" series, I'm really getting great feedback on it, so done be down. It's kinda hard 'cause I got 2 different stories to keep up with so bear with me ok people? Thank you and enjoy the story!
Dragon Ride
By:Midnite
"Bye Mid'!" the small raccoon waved, and with a smile turned to leave.
I waved back and shifting on the stone bench, made myself more comfy. All about me furs were talking, running, walking, laughing, and everything else that can be good-naturedly done when school finished. I turned my attention to my bag, and hefting it beside my lap, I pulled out my sketchbook. Easing it gently out, I placed my bag aside and admired it, its leather-hard-cover, and blue with a pair of strings to close it. It was a special thing to me; I loved drawing a lot and have always drawn since I was six. Currently I had gotten into a single, specific aspect of art. The body. It intrigued me. The body of all species was something that made me think, making up almost all of thinking time. I wasn't one to talk a lot, usually quiet and called shy around others, but I never really thought of myself as shy. I could talk. A lot. But only when I really felt comfortable, and got into the conversation--then I could ramble. However, I did enjoy the idea of just 'thinking' from time to time. You can call it a hobby of mine, maybe even a curse. I thought a lot, and I knew at times, I thought a little too much. But (like I said before), enough rambling. I liked the body.
Opening the leather cover of the pad, I turned past pages and pages of art I had long since done. Most of them were objects like soda bottles, chairs, and other various objects. Others still were of faces, expressions, clichéd images of poses where furs were running, jumping, standing, sitting...but recently I had been delving into a slightly different aspect. More defined poses, body and muscle, sketches, erotic and normal type poses, nudity...and u can call it coincidence, but my last sixteen sketches had found their pages loaded with nude dragons in the most erotic, and most arousing of poses veeery similar to Mordred's body, done in ebony and charcoal pencil, even a negative effect done on black paper with white charcoal bits.
A slight smile fixed on my muzzle as my most recent sketch fell into view.
It was Mordred, sitting on the couch, casually watching TV. I was walking into his living room the day before, but stopping myself, I decided to peek in at him first in secret. I watched him from off to his right side, peeking around the doorway. I noticed that we wasn't watching TV, but sleeping, having slipped into a light doze. He was slumping slightly into the back of the couch, head lolled to the side, one arm draped over the chair arm, his other lying limply at his side. His left leg was straight forward and down to the floor, whereas his right leg was spread slightly then his knee tilted as it came down at an angle, his foot on its side, toes curled almost on top of his other foot. Even as he slept, I still felt it more than heard it as his chest rumbled in his sleep, felt his strength, felt him so intimidating, so powerful even in his slumber. I never have, or don't think I'll ever know why I viewed him this way, but I did. He was so much greater than me, so much stronger, and sometimes I felt bad. Felt that maybe I wasn't enough for him, feared the chance that I might not be able to love him as much as he needed. He deserved so much...and I had so little to give. And so, watching him sleep lightly, I sketched his beauty, first in light pencil, then moved to heavy ebony, adding shadow, form.
I smiled wider, remembering every sense of feeling as I had watched him yesterday, almost as though I was there at this very moment.
"Midnite!" I was jerked out of my reverie as I saw him, my one true love striding towards me from the school building. Putting my sketchbook carefully back into my bag I stood, and letting my bag slump back to the floor, I was already walking towards him.
Like fluid wrapped around my waist as his muzzle seemingly flowed directly into mine, my heart giving a jolt as our physical contact triggered relief. Relief that he was still here. Relief that he wasn't a dream. Relief that Mordred hasn't been a dream since countless days and weeks ago. It was pure relief, pure love that coursed through my body as I tightened my arms around him, kissing him even deeper. But it wasn't nearly long enough, not even in the least as we broke the kiss.
"Wow, you're in a good mood." Mordred chuckled at me.
"Been thinking of u a lot." I smiled lovingly, looking up at him, I could feel his love, feel it course into me through his strong arms, his claws gripping me close to my rear firmly.
Holding me by the waist, we walked back to the bench and retrieved my bag, then made our way into the school parking lot and to Mordred's car.
Getting into the car we proceeded to driving to his house. I looked out the windows idly, watching the passing buildings, I felt his claw rest gently on my leg. "Yes love?" I asked.
"I know you wanted to drop by ASU to stock up on your art supplies, but mind if we do it tomorrow?"
I nodded and replied with a smile. "Ok."
He chuckled and I looked at him, my head tilted questioningly.
"Why do you do that Midnite?"
I blinked, completely unsure of what he was talking about. He looked at my confusion, pulling the car over to the side, and with another chuckle, continued.
"Why do you just agree? Don't you want to at least know why were doing it tomorrow?"
I just realized what he was talking about, knowing exactly where the conversation was going. I couldn't blame him, he'd notice it sooner or later. At first it made my heart jolt when he'd repeatedly tell me that we were equals, I didn't always have to do what he said. And when I heard this, I cried a lot soon after, never having felt such love, such caring from anyone before, and I tried to be equal. But lately, I came to realize a truth about myself. You can call it fate, or say it's a decision I made way back in my mind, but I soon realized that I just couldn't be equal. At least not in -every- aspect of things. Sure, I'd make decisions on my own, but only sometimes. I liked the fact that he told me what to do, told me how and when to do things. I realized that I liked it better as his submissive--even though he wouldn't allow me to be. God knows that I'd do absolutely ANYTHING for him. But I knew still that he'd never take advantage of me, never use me wrong. But still, whenever I had the chance, I'd be his submissive, allow him to give me orders, even though he'd constantly tell me to decide for myself, ask me what 'my' opinion is. And so I just looked at him, smiling innocently, knowing that if I told him of how I felt ok with him being my dominant--he'd just try to convince me otherwise.
He continued, "We -could- go today, it's just that I forgot the money, and to go home, get the money, and then back to ASU would take long. If you want, we could go today Midnite. You don't always have to say 'yes' just because I decided something. You can say 'no' once in a while, it's ok if you don't feel like doing certain things."
I just smiled again. "But it's ok if we go tomorrow love, I'm fine." I placed my paw on his claw encouragingly. He looked at me, his gray eyes looking so deep into me, penetrating my soul. He gave a sigh as if losing an argument then leaned forward to kiss me, his lips brushing mine gently. He looked at me again with a small smile. "Never mind sweetheart. C'mon, lets go home so we can eat already, that school lunch is arsenic, I swear it..."
I smiled and squeezed his claw thinking to myself. [Him and his elements again...]
***
The rest of the ride was very relaxed, I even went as far as to doze for a moment, my paw having found its way to Mordred's crotch, rubbing the bump through the cloth idly. We had made our way inside the house and I turned to lock the door. Clicking the lock into place I turned and yipped in surprise as Mordred practically made me jump out my skin, pouncing me into the door. His paw came up to caress my cheek, and once again we flowed into another smooth kiss, his long forked tongue rubbing past my lips, around my own tongue and into the back of my mouth, my throat. Lost in the kiss, he moved closer, stood over me, my head arched up as he extended his tongue deeper. My eyes closed and I opened my muzzle further, not doing much myself but relaxing my mouth as his tongue went farther. Suddenly he moved his muzzle away, his tongue sucked back out of my throat and I licked at it as it came out.
I opened my eyes slowly, looking in front of me, his muscles still visible through his tight black tee. His chest was perfect and my paw came up, eased underneath his shirt, and I caressed his smooth scales, felt the rumble in his chest. He was so beautiful.
Waking me up from my silence, he caressed my cheek again and I looked up at him.
"C'mon wolfie." He said sweetly. "Let's go eat."
We made our way to the kitchen, and having decided on something fast and easy, (he decided, I just smiled and nodded) we called for a pizza instead. Ten minutes later an extra-large, with extra-cheese, pepperoni, green peppers, and black olives arrived at out door, him making me decide the toppings by the way.
Bringing it to his living room, I saw him plopped down on the couch, and making my way towards him, I bent to put the pizza on the small table in front of the couch. He suddenly seized me by the waist and pulled me down onto his lap, with me yipping in surprise as I tried desperately not to overturn the pizza.
"You little rat!" I said giggling.
"Me? A little rat?" he took the pizza from my paws and barely reaching forward, placed it easily on the table, then he wrapped his arms around me tightly, snuggling me and nuzzled my neck. He licked at my fur and whispered, blowing his hot breath onto my neck. "Mmmm, you smell good Midnite." I giggled and wiggled my rump purposefully into his crotch. He nuzzled me more and chuckled, kissing my fuzzy cheek, he let me go and ruffled my head-fur.
"Mmmm, now let's see if that pizza tastes as good as you smell.
Leaning forward I started easing two slices out of the box as he turned on the TV with the remote. Passing him back a slice, I took my own and snuggled back into him. I shifted, draping both my legs over his left thigh and snuggled into his warm, welcoming chest. He wrapped his right arm around me, hugging me close as gunshots and screams suddenly issued from the TV.
"All that's on is Terminator two, wanna watch the last part of it? Its finishing in an hour or so anyway."
I snuggled closer, signifying a 'yes' as I turned my attention towards the TV. A large green dragon posed as The Terminator, no emotion whatsoever on his face as he shot police cars full of explosives, the wolves, bears and foxes, all clad in uniform running away in fear.
I took a bite of the pizza, strings of gooey cheese bridging from my muzzle and a little steam coming off the hot pizza. It was good, a little thick and with tons of cheese, a slightly crisp crust and lots of sauce. My favorite part was the sauce. A pizza's just not pizza without hot, hearty sauce! I took another bite and snuggled comfortably into Mordred's strong chest.
An hour later the movie finished, I having eaten only three slices, Mordred on the other hand ate five! The credits started playing, and shutting off the TV we stood and stretched. Again as I stretched, he grabbed me from behind and nibbled affectionately at my ear. I shoved at him playfully. "Get off you... you rat!"
"Oooh, calling me a rat again huh?" He chuckled mischievously and took a step back. Before I could react, he extended a single arm, a single hand, a single claw and scratched oh-so-gently behind my ears. The affect was instantaneous.
I moaned loudly, my paws coming up to stop his scratching--but both my paws stopped in midair resisting my will as I gasped. "Ahh, ah, s...ah...stop! Th-that's, ah, that's cheatingggg..." I moaned in some unknown ecstasy as my knees went weak. I fell to my knees as he kept scratching behind my ears. I moaned in pleasure, not in sexual pleasure, but pleasure none-the-less and I gasped, my leg twitching. Mordred stopped finally with a loud laugh.
"Awww, no scratchy for the puppy?" I gasped, trying to catch my breath again and regain my composure. Turning suddenly, I attempted to pounce him, but he dodged me and watched as I slumped ineffectually onto the couch, belly-down. Before I could get up, he sat on my back and I growled playfully. "Argh, Get off you barbarian!"
"Oooh, what's this?" He gently took hold of my flailing tail and pulling it towards him, peeked underneath my tail. I couldn't see what he was doing, but recognized with a shiver when he reached a claw in, brushing across my tail-hole. And I could only assume by his fidgeting that he was stretching the tail-hole of my jeans more open. I felt him shift on my back, his weight going more towards my rear.
A loud gasp escaped my lips as I felt something wet brush my tail-hole, rubbing around it in circles. Just as the object poked slightly into me, I realized that it was his tongue. I had stopped struggling and instead concentrated all my attention on his actions, feeling his wet tongue-tip prod at my hole, but not entering, just teasing mercilessly. I shifted my body, anticipation practically killing me when he finally shoved into me, I felt his hot breath flow between my cheeks, his wet tongue penetrate me and I moaned loudly, my own cock painfully hard while compressed down so much. His tongue slid deeper into me, wiggling all around like a writhing snake and my muzzle fixed a content smile, eyes half-closed as I moaned in the pleasure. His tongue continued its penetration, I don't know how deep exactly, but I knew during kissing it could go about five or six inches outward. I felt the wet movement, his tongue-tip barely touching my prostate, rubbing it... but then he pulled out and stood up. Allowing a deeply disappointed sigh out of myself, I sat up in the couch and looked to him questioningly. He smiled at me, quickly removing his clothes. I followed suit and removed my own, placing lastly my sock on his small table.
He turned sexily and gestured for me to follow him with a finger, and I did. But halfway out the living room, we passed his second PC--he keeps one in his room and another here. I rushed forward and gripped his balanced tail. He turned and looked on confusedly s I indicated the CP chair. I yanked his tail again and he reluctantly sat in the chair.
I made my way behind him and as he turned to look at me, I kissed him and rolled the chair into an empty space beside his couch. Swiveling him to face me I fell immediately to my knees and licked gently at his semi-hard cock. Usually I'd tease him, but I was a bit eager today, so skipping the teasing, I took his flaccid head into my lips, parting my jaw as it went in and immediately I wrapped my lips around it, suckling it like a baby-bottle.
He arched his back slightly in the chair and I made it a point to salivate as much as possible, letting some saliva drip down his shaft until he was at a full and impressive twelve inches of thick, pitch-black cock. Again rushing things, I eased his maleness into my throat, down my throat, fighting off the gag-reflex until its entire mass was swallowed. I held it for a moment, watching a single drop of saliva run down his base and along his the side of his sac, disappearing from view before I started bobbing my head. A rumble once again emanated from his chest as I did this. I started off slow, thrusting his massive member down my throat, then back up to the head...and down again. I kept this up feeling his gaze on my muzzle as his thick length disappeared repeatedly into the grey fur and black-nosed tip of my muzzle time and time again. It was like this that I kept deep-throating him for about ten minutes, but when I felt his claw grip my head-fur, I knew it was time.
I eased off his cock finally, saliva bridging from my lips to his cock head as I released his member. He had a pained look on his face and I just smiled at him, showing my bright teeth as I went to his left side. It was as I brought my leg up and over his lap, around to his other side, still facing him when utter understanding dawned on his face. I stood over him, both my legs on either side of his lap. I had to tippy toe just to keep from sitting on his member, yet I felt his tip poking my thigh. I kissed him again, tasting his tongue, feeling his warmth. I gave a shiver as he wrapped one arm around me, the other brushed past my furry thigh and positioned his saliva-drenched cock to my boy-cunt.
I broke the kiss and chose that moment to lower myself, mounting Mordred, feeling his slick tip easily spread my cheeks and slide smoothly into my tight ring. Instinctively I closed my eyes, my jaw ajar as I moaned in ecstasy. My waist and crotch at an angle towards Mordred, I shoved down, letting my own weight drive the burning member seven inches, eight, nine, eleven, twelve inches into me.
A violent shiver passed through me and I let out a shaky breath. Then with Mordred gripping my waist I began to move my body up and back all the way to his tip only, then down and slightly forward to hilt him. Again to his slick tip, then driving his slick member back into me, rocking slowly on his length. And it was like this that I rode Mordred, groaning in pleasure each and every time his pole was thrust into my prostate. For fifteen minutes I kept this up, moaning loudly as Mordred began to thrust his hips up also, impaling me, the chair squeaking in time with his thrusts
I sped up, faster and faster, moaning/yelling in pure ecstasy, feeling my prostate get thoroughly massaged, banged, prodded and shoved into, it was too much and I thrust down hard at the same time that Mordred thrust up powerfully, arching his neck upward. I too arched my back forward, my legs pulling up in orgasm as I came, spraying my load between us, squeezing my eyes even tighter, making myself cum even harder as I felt him cum into me more than ever before.
We held each other, riding out our orgasms in eachothers arms, and when we were done, we -still- held each other until Mordred licked down at my ears. I twitched them, unable to do much more in response and moaned softly. "I love u..." I whispered. I never felt so close to any living thing before, never felt as close as I did then to Mordred ever in my life.
Yet it was short-lived as I cuddled in his strong arms, into his chest heavy with his thick scent. He licked my ears again and I looked up at him weakly.
"C'mon love, your exhausted." He cradled me in his arms and making me moan again, pulled his softening cock out of me. Then holding me like a baby, he set me on the couch and I felt the exhaustion in my body--he was right.
He plumped right next to me and immediately lifted me onto his lap to cuddle, yet it was then I noticed the blood on his shoulder. "Mordred! Oh god, I... I didn't mean to bite you... I wasn't paying attention."
He chuckled at me. "I'm fine." He said. But I started getting up anyway. "Where do you keep the medicine? Maybe if we put some cream--"
"I'm fine Midnite."
"--No, but I don't want you to get an infec--" I was silenced suddenly as he kissed me deeply, then slowly parting the kiss, he idly rubbed the pinpricks on his shoulder.
"I'm ok, don't make such a big deal about it." I felt bad... I didn't mean to cut him, but he hugged and kissed me again, and I felt somewhat better, maybe even a little giddy. I wiggled my rump in his lap. "You felt great Mordred. But..."
"But what?" he asked curiously.
I laughed a little. "Well, what do we do now?"
End Note: This story will hopefully continue, the next part by Mordred hopefully, and I hope u all like it so far. To send feedback on it, mail me at: [email protected] --all questions, comments, and criticism are welcome. Midnite is copyright to me! Actually....it IS me. Mordred is MORDRED.