Slits don't lie....or do they?
Story description: Two anthro dragon friends visit a luxurious brothel with the intent to spend quality time in the presence of females, but it turns out that not every genital slit is as hollow as it appears to be at first glance.
Cover artwork is done by The Secret Cave: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/thesecretcave/
Ferro belongs to: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ferrothedragon/
Stormy belongs to: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/totodice1/
Cryptic belongs to: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/shadowsedge/
Sylvia belongs to: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/teyano/
Story is written by me, Cheetahs
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Slits don't lie...or do they? (Illustrated Story collaboration done with The_secret_cave )
"I don't really want to be here," Ferro mouthed for what must have been the twentieth time today. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this. What sort of effed up place takes your clothes at the entrance anyway?"
"One where the ladies stand equally naked," Cryptic responded, a hint of glee coloring his tone.
Though both of them were black dragons--which, ironically, brought them together in the first place--Ferro's wings, belly and undertail scales bore a pristine white color, while Cryptic's plated neck, belly and tail scutes stood a rich, slate grey. Though his name carried an ominous air, Cryptic was the most jovial dragon one could ever meet, predisposed in equal manner to silly jokes and thought-provoking topics. His azure irises complimented the red markings under his eyes quite well, with the same crimson nuance cladding his arms and legs from shins and elbows onward, respectively. His head fins were often a great indicator of his emotional state, such as perked for obnoxiously horny male, as Ferro considered him right now.
"Get a hold of yourself. Indecisiveness is a major turnoff for pretty much everybody, and tonight's the night. Try to look the part, eh?" Cryptic advised, turning to the reception desk to offer a vibrant smile to the lioness who brimmed with anticipation at receiving new customers.
"Good afternoon, sweet dragons," she purred, honey eyes salaciously drifting between Ferro and Cryptic. "Do you have an appointment, a voucher, or is it your first time here?"
Cryptic nudged Ferro with his elbow to draw him out of the trance induced by the feline. Knowing him, he must have already mated her in his mind. Ferro always refused to acknowledge his needs as a male, but in the private confines of his mind, he was the first to fantasize about eighty percent of the attractive people he met.
His looks definitely helped, truth be told, compensating for his rather indecisive personality. His orange colored ears bestowed him with a cute look even Cryptic envied, and the elegant dashes of orange starting at the base of his horns and trailing down to the tip of his snout definitely helped as well. Horizontal stripes embellished his shoulders, biceps and thighs, creating balanced contrast with his darker scales, and his elegantly curved white horns arched at just the right angle to make him a somewhat imposing male without going overboard in either direction.
"I have a....a...right, yes, a voucher of course." Ferro slid his backpack off his shoulder, propped it between his legs and fished with fidgety, awkward fingers for the voucher that wasn't his to a place he never truly intended to visit.
The lioness sitting behind the reception desk held her hand forward, so that Ferro could hand her over the object of his torment. One furtive glance at it, and she already giggled like a schoolgirl, grinning sweetly at Ferro.
"Oh honey, that's so adorable of you. Too few males who visit our facility still indulge in the more traditional pleasures. Our ladies will make it worth your while, and the afterglow will turn you into a man to be admired by every future female."
Afterglow! Ferro liked the sound of that!
Wait...what? Did she just indirectly call him a virgin? All because of what that damned voucher had in it?
"Sir?"
The lioness' words shook Ferro back to his senses. "Yes, yes, sensational. Traditional pleasures are all I'm on the lookout for. Wouldn't expect anything less."
"Wonderful. It covers a session for two, yet since your malehood is probably of the highly receptive variety, I recommend you release your pent-up passion into your partner's mouth first before engaging in more physical activities." The lioness leaned over the desk to whisper into Ferro's ear, "All of our escorts are highly trained in the arts of foreplay, so you will be recharged in no time."
Ferro drew back a step, eying the lioness quizzically. "I'm not...this isn't my first...what are you implying?"
Cryptic rested a reassuring hand on Ferro's slumped shoulder to straighten him up. "He is positively delighted to sample pleasures of all kind, both known and unknown to him."
"That's what I like to hear." She slid a form his way, handed him a pen, and flaunted a disarming smile. "Make sure to check the box at the end."
"Of course. Certainly," Ferro mumbled, shifting his wrist over to that part.
His heart leapt in his chest. Three hours? He didn't know whether to grin, to gasp, or act alarmed, so he went through all three in quick succession due to nerves. The whole point of a brothel was to go in there, do the deed, get out, yet three hours...he couldn't say no to that, but at the same time, the sheer number of scenarios in which he embarrassed himself in one way or another began to nauseate Ferro.
And all of this because his horniness got the better of him. After all, who could refuse such opportunity? Nobody knew him here; if a form of awkwardness happened, then he'd bury this shameful event in a corner of his mind and never speak about it.
Ferro threw Cryptic a glare, not at all pleased to be talked into this by his best friend...again! When was the last time you ejaculated inside an actual vagina, the smug bastard had rubbed it in his face. How often did your relationships advance to the mating stage? Do you even remember how it feels to go bareback on a lady, or have condoms robbed you of that pleasure too?
Well, fuck you too, Ferro thought when faced with Cryptic's elaborate guise, that of a charming gentleman all too eager to surprise his already exquisite company.
With the last field completed, the lioness took his form, signed it, stamped it, and guided the two to a corridor on the left with her hand.
"At the end of the corridor, you will emerge into the presentation chamber. Our matron had already began preparations while we were fixing the formalities and, based on the preferences you have submitted, she has created a personalized experience for you. Enjoy!"
The lump in the back of his throat clogged his words, so Ferro offered a curt nod in return before striding straight into the corridor in question, heart racing in his chest from the thick awkwardness settling over the reception room. Why couldn't he have normal conversations like ordinary people? Or rely on a mate to further explore his sexuality? Or both, preferably?
Because you are here, Ferro thought to himself. This was where people like him came to get out of their shell with the aid of an erotic experience with a total stranger. Male, female, it didn't matter, so long as somebody else touched him down there for a change.
Just the thought of it made his tail flee between his legs, causing him to stumble forward and thank the heavens nobody witnessed him being...well...him.
Apart from Cryptic, who immediately steadied him, a barely suppressed chuckle rumbling in his throat. "Whoa, slow down. Can't be easy to keep your balance with that seed filled sack dragging you down, but it would be a bummer to crack your eggs so close to blissful release."
How utterly reassuring...
Once he reached his destination, Ferro took a deep breath, twisted the door knob, and entered the room before doubt rendered him unable to do so.
The soothing scent of vanilla incense greeted him first, subtle like the silky orange curtains draped over the windows flanking a shelf laden with eastern dragon figures separated by short, stubby candles. Their glow was the only source of light in the semi-lit room, casting the central fountain in a fiery, almost ethereal blanket.
Ferro's first question should have been: "Why on earth is there a fountain inside a room?" Its calming murmur, however, added to the ambience, to the mystic touch conjured by the surreal scents mixed with invigorating colors. A crane sat in the middle of the fountain, its beak thrust upward while a crocodile, a snake and an eastern dragon surrounded it, spewing a continuous stream of water into its makeshift pond. Shimmering patches slithered along the crystalline surface, molten motes of...
"Oil," a smooth voice, as serene as the setting itself, said from a corner. "The water cleanses, the hands mold, and the oil polishes," the melodious voice of a she-wolf sang from the left of the room, where another set of drapes separated the two males from whoever sat on the other side. Ferro heard them giggling, growling lustfully, even...moaning faintly.
"The ripe offerings of my house await your perusal. Would you like for veil to be lifted, or for the mystery to be preserved, awaiting proper opportunity for revelation?"
Ferro swallowed in distress, ears sagging from the wolf's charming voice, her body a mere contour against the swishing orange silk of the curtains. He didn't expect such vague introduction to their host and partners, and by the looks of it, neither did Cryptic.
"Let us marvel at the beauties that shame the very gods with their delightful presence."
"Very well."
Cryptic grinned, bringing his wings around his sides, propping his chin against his fist as he inspected everyone in that methodical way of his. Being the more emotional of the two, Ferro failed to restrain his gasp, the matron's flowing dress, suave features, and fiery eyes draining the very courage out of his body. He had expected a grey furred hag to flaunt her offerings, yet she posed striking resemble to elegance itself, her dark fur rippling with shades of slate grey and silver that blended in perfect harmony.
"Feast your eyes on these most willing escorts, all too eager to satisfy your deepest, most intimate of fantasies." The claws of her bare paws clattered on the marble as she strolled over to a white tigress to bury her snout in her neck fluff and lick along her cheek.
"The softness of Samantha's paws is only outmatched by the silky touch of her fur, bearing the scent of winter itself. But do not let the cold climate of her country deceive you, for warmth is to be found, if one but knows where to look for..." the wolf's voice progressively softened as she slipped her fingers under her dress and between her legs, causing the tigress' eyes to narrow, a salacious snarl marring her muzzle.
"It will be hard to walk to our room with so many lovely escorts." Cryptic's dry humor attracted soft giggles, gentle croons, as well as an excited trill from a black, quadrupedal dragoness who lowered herself on her haunches to nibble on the spaded, leathery tip of her tail as she stared at Cryptic intently.
Ferro's attention fell on the serpentine creature on the far left, equipped with large fins tipped by somewhat soft claws, its coils tangled as if seized by momentary panic. Unlike her companions, she didn't join the mirthful chorus, golden eyes skipping around, wondering--hoping--that others would get picked.
"Will you share the room, or separate, each to enjoy intimacy the way it is supposed to be sampled?" The wolf's harmonious voice beckoned as she approached a most curious bipedal creature.
"Together."
"Separate."
Ferro's eyes, wide with desperation, met Cryptic's azure, devious ones, his playful confidence freezing Ferro in place, making him doubt himself for a second. He didn't want to openly go against his best friend in public, but neither did he wish to surrender to his carnal needs when somebody else other than his partner was around. He wouldn't even be able to get it up due to stress!
"What my friend here means is that we'll obviously do our thing on separate sides of the bed, so please make sure it is wide enough to accommodate the frolic of four."
Ferro paled. He opened his mouth to speak, but Cryptic's palm fell upon his nape, caressing him soothingly. "He's still new at this. Please don't hold this against him."
"On the contrary," the wolfess said, rubbing herself against the diamond-clad arms of a silver eyed dragoness whose menacing features contrasted with her elegant, attractive smile. "Sylvia is one of our most experienced hostesses, one who taught many a male the virtues of a prolonged orgasm. Do not mind the claws," she crooned, allowed Sylvia to comb through the fur lining the back of her neck, "What looks dangerous can become tender if handled properly."
Cryptic's eyes never left Sylvia after the wolfess introduced the other options at company, males and females alike. The two practically smooched with their very gaze, something that made Ferro's stomach tighten and knot into a mess of doubt, cowardice, fear, and above all, self-consciousness. What was he thinking?! Everybody here had had dozens of partners, well versed in techniques and methods Ferro had only read in fictional works. How could he not disappoint--or better yet, even perform--when this establishment had already set the bar sky high?
Ferro's only hope rested with the jittery serpent, whose tail swished back and forth, pupils bloated with fright. Though Ferro felt bad about her being a new addition to the team, the proverbial boulder settled over his heart immediately vanished the moment the two made eye contact, each of them equally terrified and displaced in this surreal scenario.
"And lastly, we have Stormy, a volunteer who--"
"She is beautiful," Ferro spoke out of turn, slapping his muzzle shut the moment the wolfess' muzzle turned towards him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."
Her features softened into a mask of unblemished friendliness. "Enthusiasm is to be encouraged, not smothered. If Stormy is your chosen one, then she will certainly do her utmost to see you satisfied."
A curt, almost pleading yipp fled the serpent's maw. He tried to push himself forward with his oversized fins, but the wolfess placated him with a delicate touch on his brow, fondling his salmon colored horn. "First time nerves. Stormy had never performed here before. She is unaccustomed to frippery, the silk of the sheets and the caress of plump pillows foreign upon her meandering body, yet let not frivolities fool you. Once her coils engulf you, the only way out of them is to dab at the right spot."
With that said, she favored Ferro an emboldening wink, patted Stormy's neck and whispered something into his twitching ear, all while her entrancing smile never left Ferro.
"She is female, yes?" Ferro gulped audibly when every pair of eyes settled on him, Cryptic's doubtful, awkward one included. "Not to say that males aren't high up my preference list, but Cryptic and I--" he pointed at his friend with a gnarled, trembling finger, "we agreed to lay with females tonight, and such pacts are not to be taken lightly."
Nervous, forced, and enthusiastic chuckles alike blended in Ferro's ears, causing their inner surface to turn purple from the heated blood rushing through them. He did it; once again, Cryptic had to dip his head in shame while he made a fool of himself.
"Stormy is all that you want her to be, and more." The wolfess' riddle didn't reassure Ferro one bit, and neither did her fingers that slid along Stormy's soft, feminine jaw, as if seeking to soothe a turmoil that ached her. "One thing you need to know about her is that she understands language, but cannot form words. All you have to do is command her around. Males with initiative have always been...euphoric to Stormy, so seize her coils and make her yours, dragon." Her voice morphed into the sexiest growl Ferro had ever heard, every single scales rattling in blissful shock.
"Grah!" He yelped when something touched his shoulder, whirling to the left to growl at Cryptic's beaming expression.
"It's settled then. Sylvia for me, Stormy for you, and our cum for them both," he whispered, holding his fist forward to bump it with Ferro. He did so reticently, half distracted by the one too many things the wolfess dumped into Stormy's straight, perfectly erect ear, her barely suppressed dread quite noticeable in the way her claws and tail swished along the marbled floor.
Once Stormy finished hearing all of her tips on how to best pleasure Ferro, undoubtedly, Sylvia led them into a painfully dull room occupied by an enormous, king sized bed. Above the numerous pink pillows piled at the head of the bed was a single painting, done in the abstract contemporary style, with dots and random dashes of color that represented a severe lack of vision on the part of the artist. But who was he to judge? After all, the less attention people paid to their surroundings, the better they could focus on their partners.
Cryptic didn't take long to make himself at home. He flung himself onto the bed, treating Sylvia to his fabled massage while they stroke pleasant but cliché conversation. Stormy wriggled into the bed by herself at Sylvia's behest, forcing Ferro to follow, lest he remained the last on the sidelines.
"I prefer to finish inside my females, but if that makes you uncomfortable, let me know and I'll--"
Cryptic's words came to an abrupt stop as Sylvia seized his shoulders and dragged his muzzle an inch from hers. "I'm not that type of female, lover. I am guaranteed two orgasms; one when you enter me, the other when you cum, and I want them both."
Cryptic snorted in amusement, grinning from ear to ear as he eased her onto his back to lick her neck and align their hips together. "I live to serve."
Ferro turned his back to them, unwilling to see that debauchery unfold, but still cursed to hear Sylvia's barely suppressed moan as she kept her word on the speed of her first orgasm. That was Cryptic to...well, every lady. Always the charmer whose magical cock found water in the driest of environments.
"Irrr?" Stormy bumped her snout against his hand, curious as to what Ferro had in mind. He pushed her away the first time, the second time, the third time. By the fourth time, the serpent became so persistent, Ferro simply sighed and copied Cryptic's massaging technique, using it more as an excuse to explore Stormy's exquisite anatomy.
He had never been with a serpentine creature before. He might not have understood the necessity of the fins, the purpose of the somewhat soft claws, and the presence of tail fins located on the lower parts of her body, but all of these elements contributed to the eroticism of this experience. By the time Ferro discovered Stormy's pussy, a thin slit lodged right between her tail fins, his cock was rock hard due to the preconceived fantasies of being inside such a creature.
"Don't think too hard about it. Sex is about release, not philosophical debates." Cryptic grabbed Sylvia's right leg, hoisting it over a shoulder to gain better access to her soaked pussy, ramming his red, bulbous, engorged knot against her folds. Wet, audible squelches permeated the air, already heavy with a blend of draconic musk and sweet, female fragrance.
"Don't keep a lady wanting," Cryptic urged with a hiss, snarling with the toll of pleasure. The ridged surface of his shaft repeatedly fled and drove into Sylvia's passage, spaded tip spreading her to her limits, causing her tongue to loll on the size of her muzzle from the hefty pounding. Her toe claws flexed and twitched above Cryptic's wing, caressing its frame with the subtlest, most gentle of touches.
Sylvia leaned further back, surrendering herself to Cryptic, arms encasing Stormy's neck in an attempt to massage the rigidity out of him. "Come on darling," she cooed. "Loosen your coils. Give poor Ferro something to work with."
The glint in her metallic eyes nudged Ferro the wrong way. It wasn't just condescending, but a direct challenge to his masculinity, another drop in a bucket already overflowing with Cryptic's friendly teases.
Stormy's unusual scent no longer mattered to Ferro that much. His sparkling eyes bearing the color of old gold no longer projected innocence, but an innate stubbornness--a refusal that denied Ferro his rightful release.
This isn't me, Ferro thought, horrified with the intensity of his instincts, amplified by the quaking throbs rushing through his indigo meat and ever inflating knot. It's not right. I can't...shouldn't...
But when did logic win in bed while caught between two gorgeous females? To his left, Sylvia's eyelids fluttered from Cryptic's terse pounding, her juices dribbling down her lips, slithering down her thighs, clear as liquid diamonds and just as glossy. Try as he might to keep his breaths shallow, the potent aroma laden with pheromones found its way into Ferro's nostrils, triggering a primal, guttural, involuntary growl that flattened Stormy's coils into submission due to its pitch.
In that moment, he didn't think. Instinct urged him to seize the serpent's generous tail and sling it over his shoulder to mirror Cryptic. Instinct guided his hips closer to the warm, pale, smooth underbelly scales of the serpent, and it was also instinct which jerked his erection forward, straight through the taut vent and into that overwhelmingly hot, fleshy and soppy canal.
"Arrrhhh," Ferro cried out, lurching forward from the paralyzing pleasure that suddenly fettered his senses. He slammed his free hand against Stormy's chest for balance, claws digging between his soft scales for purchase. Stormy whipped his head back, whining in submission, jaw hanging agape at being penetrated in such surprising fashion.
"Harrrr, you're finally inside, you rascal." Cryptic tapped Ferro's hand, the one holding onto Stormy's tail as if his very life depended on keeping it aloft. "Give her a good pounding. Make her lips quiver and weep for your touch."
"You better relax, my love," Sylvia murmured, tongue drifting along the inside of his ear. "He's already inside. The battle is lost. All you can do is let in the pleasure and expel the tension. Relax...relax..."
Her hands dutifully rubbed at his neck and chest while their necks grinded together affectionately. Stormy paused every now and then to swallow back his nervousness, while Sylvia completely disregarded her panting, at utmost ease with the side effects of pleasure.
"I never rammed so deep...grrhh....and so fast....arrrrr...into a female that is so tight and wet..." Cryptic mumbled between exhausted huffs, his crown frills expanded to their limit, ears and wing membranes flushed from effort.
Ferro paused inside Stormy for a second, eyes wide at how Cryptic's knot slapped Sylvia's swollen lips. He tensed up at every smack of balls hitting her shuddering tailhole, enraptured by both Cryptic's and Sylvia's stamina. Unlike Stormy, whose insides knotted and tightened around Ferro, her entire body trembling from the foreign presence inside her slit, Sylvia handled her pleasure with maximum grace. When the pressure became too unbearable, all she did was scrunch her eyes shut, whimper, squirt a wave of translucent juices over Cryptic's knot, and daringly nod at him to goad him on.
It wasn't just a challenge to test Cryptic's virility, or a flirtatious ploy. Sylvia might have skipped the occasional glance at Stormy, but for most of the time, her attention dwelled on Cryptic, eyes worshipping--not just studying--him. She didn't fake or exaggerate her pleasure, and neither did she seek to stoke Cryptic's already inflated ego. What Sylvia did was make Cryptic feel good in his scales, to flare his confidence and to give him that which every male hungered for: The need to have his seed desired.
But Stormy...Stormy barely regarded Ferro. Ever since he lodged himself inside her for what must have been a few minutes already, she did naught but share furtive glances with Ferro, always seeking Sylvia for reassurance. Outside of this chamber, Ferro would have felt great sympathy for the serpent's plight, but in here, he was a male, and Stormy, his intended.
With an audacious thrust most uncharacteristic to him, Ferro gritted his teeth and buried himself knot deep inside Stormy's generous vent, half whimpering, half growling from the sheer pressure the serpent's muscles exerted upon his member. They contracted and kneaded at every inch of his knot and cock head; caressed every ridge underlining the base of his erect shaft. Though the serpent herself seemed less enthusiastic about this mating, her insides practically begged to be spread and explored to their fullest, her clit most of all.
Ferro held tight onto her tail, spreading his wings for necessary balance as he withdrew his glossy member for a short-lived respite for Stormy, only to bury himself knot deep inside her a second time. His tapered tip nudged that sweet, engorged clit of hers, rewarding him with a soft whimper from the serpent.
"That's the spot, isn't it," Ferro whispered over Stormy's disconcerting hum. "If you would just...loosen up a bit I could...tease that lovely clitoris of yours in...every way that you want me to."
Sylvia chuckled, continuing to massage Stormy's chest. She lifted her other leg as well to rest it on Cryptic's shoulder, inviting the dragon's body to drape over hers, so that he could hump her at full velocity. His friend slowed down, however, regarding Ferro with a strained, wrinkled muzzle.
"Race you to the finish?"
Ferro gulped down his apprehension, nodded, and dared to smile for the first time this evening. "Though your cock drowns in Sylvia's female cum, she doesn't have Stormy's ripe, oversized clitoris."
"Then you better poke and prod it till it swells even more, eh?" Cryptic smiles at Ferro as he runs a hand up Sylvia's thigh. Stormy's ears flattened across the back of his neck, the serpent looking positively mortified.
"I'm not one of those males who lose themselves in the frenzy of mating," Ferro spoke softly, nuzzling her tail, gently groping at her pebbly chest scales. "If pleasure becomes pain, let me know and I will immediately stop. Besides..." Ferro's smile blossomed into a grin. "I haven't been with a female in so long, I will finish rather fast. But don't worry. I won't focus solely on my pleasure. Your clitoris will definitely be properly stimulated."
He had the tendency to blabber on when nervous, but Stormy's anxiety lessened somewhat, the serpent giving him a weak nod to proceed while under Sylvia's guidance.
"I'm proud of you." Sylvia kissed his cheek, nibbling on her ear playfully while comforting her to the best of her abilities. "Now close your eyes. You know how loud and rowdy you get during penetration unless you channel that stimulation in a positive direction and don't let it control you."
"Erk..." Stormy uttered, uncertainty threading his voice.
Ferro faltered for a moment as well, uneasy with Sylvia's counsel. That didn't sound flirtatious nor romantic; in fact, it had a rather ominous tint. However, the noticeable weight of Stormy's tail drew Ferro back to the present, together with the sudden spasm that traversed Stormy's cavernous depths, inflating her clit a notch.
That definitely meant she was ready.
Just like Stormy, Ferro shuttered his eyes, clenched his teeth, and allowed his hips to dictate the pace of the mating, preferring to immerse himself in the smoothness of flesh gliding along his shaft, guiding his tip an inch to the left and up with every stroke, always aiming for Stormy's clitoris.
"So soft, so nice, so malleable," Ferro blurted out between pleasured moans, hugging Stormy's tail with both arms, pressing its wan underside tighter against his crotch to have better access to her sloppy pussy. "I never hugged such snug coils, or dabbed at a clitoris as prominent as yours, hnhhhhhhhhh!"
His words faltered the closer his release loomed. Ferro's wings began to shudder in their sockets, and his nostrils flared to suck in deep, greedy breaths meant to fuel the undulating motion of his body. Thanks to Stormy's wide vent, Ferro experienced the rare and electrifying pleasure of fully plunging his knot inside a female--knot included--thus sinking every inch of his rigid meat into those soggy, taut depths.
Cryptic didn't have that luxury, but neither did he seemed to mind. With his knot engorged to full width, Sylvia's overly stretched pussy no longer accommodated him, forcing Cryptic to rely solely on ridge and cock tip stimulation to get off. Given how fast he plowed Sylvia whose legs arched over his shoulders, Cryptic wouldn't last for another ten strokes, so Ferro took a deep breath of rich, fertile female pheromones and held it in his breast.
Nothing else enkindled his senses such. That single whiff hardened his member into a steely rod, every ridge taut with purpose, his knot impossibly sensitive when swollen into two ripe, indigo spheres. Generous spurts of precum heralded Ferro's impending release, the striped dragon using the last of his faltering strength to hammer Stormy's clitoris, sharp whimpers fleeing him due to how good it felt to poke that half-erect flesh with his highly receptive cock head.
When the molten waves of pleasure became too daunting, Ferro slammed Stormy's tail against his crotch and sank balls-deep inside her, pouring his creamy, liquid lust inside her spurt by erupting spurt.
"Iiiiiiiiirkkkkkkk," Stormy cried out, squirming against Ferro, rubbing her coils against his tense pouch. The wave-like motions caressed Ferro in quite the surprising ways, prolonging his orgasm and increasing the potency of his throbs, each quaking motion threatening to make the striped dragon pass out from how great it felt.
When the tremors wracking his cock began to subside, Ferro blinked his tear-drenched eyes, watching Cryptic taper out inside Sylvia, remaining inside her even as his seed overflowed down her thighs and tailhole. The two nestled together like two lovebirds, rubbing their snouts, licking their faces, grinding their hips together over their softening growls of delight.
Ferro considered doing that with Stormy as well, but her clit grew, and grew, and grew in width and length and girth until it pressed against Ferro's cock, slowly but surely pushing him out.
Ferro froze, petrified by this uncanny development. How...what..why would...? Shocked beyond belief, Ferro's jaw slackened, his eyes wide as saucers while he watched his knot literally being popped out with a wet sound, along with a river of cum, by the pink, tapered, wriggly appendage.
"That's a cock!" Ferro shouted-- or screeched, more like. "Me female has a fookin' cock!"
His manners dwarfed by this shocking revelation, his accent in tatters due to the rampant emotions surging through him, Ferro poured all of his confusion out into the open, demanding answers from Cryptic, begging Sylvia to explain, and ultimately, meeting Stormy's equally terrified gaze.
"You've a cock! You're a fookin' male! Been a fookin' male all along!"
Ferro looked at his cock, still half buried into Stormy's slit, overshadowed by his smooth, pink cock. Then, he glanced at Stormy, growled, glared at his and Stormy's cocks, all snug together in the same slit, whimpered, then hissed back at Stormy.
What was he to do, when faced with such vile deception? What would anyone do when trapped in this surreal situation?
Ferro broke into jarring laughter, tainted by desperation at first, but slowly deviating towards a humorous touch, until everyone but Stormy joined the din.
"I can't...can't believe you did this to me," Ferro said breathlessly as he slapped the serpent's tail. "Led me to believe that's a clitoris, that you are a female."
"We do what is asked of us in this establishment," Sylvia explained in Stormy's stead, placing herself between Ferro and the serpent, as if to incur his wrath. "Stormy tried to unveil the truth, yet I stopped him. If you seek to blame somebody, then I should be the target."
"O...oy...." Cryptic muttered, grabbing Ferro's shoulder. "There has been an obvious misunderstanding at play, and who is to say if it has been for the better or for the worse? I mean..." he paused to chuckle softly, "he had you fooled. Colored your ordinary night into a damn fine encounter."
Ferro dipped his head, suddenly ashamed with his self-conscious outburst. He might have hurt Stormy in his ignorance, and now, he couldn't even bring himself to form a coherent apology.
"I...enjoyed you."
Ferro gasped, and Cryptic flaunted a jovial smirk at the soft, almost feminine sound of the serpent's voice. Stormy's tail wrapped around Ferro's middle, pulling him closer to his snout, so that he could lick along his brow. "I enjoyed you very much and I..." he looked away, his cheeks flushed, gaze downcast. "I wouldn't mind if we mate a second time."
"A...second time?" Ferro asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"After my erection goes away..." Stormy continued, still unable to look Ferro in the eye.
The way he said it melted Ferro's heart. He pulled at Stormy's coils to free himself, flowed down his body, and grabbed the serpent's tapered length between his hands, muzzle sitting mere inches from his musky shaft, bearing the humid scent of brine. Stormy gasped and shuddered, but other than that, he did nothing to protect his member, leaving himself exposed, completely at Ferro's mercy.
"Your erection will go away..." Ferro said, licking along Stormy's bare flesh, enjoying his stifled whimpers of pleasure. "Once I suck every drop of seed out of it."
** ***THE END*****
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