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This story was written for Day #16 of Kinktober 2017! Today's theme is Lingerie/Swimwear, and the story was written for Kio Redsen. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults. :3

Picture Perfect

A low growl escaped the deep grey scaled snout of the dragon as he glanced towards the drawers beside his bed. He forced himself to look away, instead turning to the mirror before him and smoothing his hands down the front of the checked shirt adorning his strong figure. His wings shuddered slightly behind him, unfurling a little before pinning themselves tight to his back once more, and again his head turned and his gaze drifted back to the contents of the beside cabinet. With a growl of frustration, he left the mirror and moved towards the bed. He sat himself down upon one edge of the double mattress, the metal frame constructed and welded by his own hands creaking with a familiarity he found comforting. His hands shook a little as they reached out to grasp at the drawer's handle, and another growl escaped his lips as he pulled it open.

Pulling out the wooden box that lay within, a metal clasp holding it shut and rich blue velvet cloth visible on the interior as be began to lift the lid, Torkel felt his tail twitch sharply behind him as he regarded what lay within. He hadn't even reached in and lifted out the uppermost picture, but already he could feel his cheeks burning beneath his ashen scales. Already he could feel his dark trousers beginning to tent around the crotch, just thinking about, just knowing what the images in that box contained. He smiled as he lifted the first of the pictures free, reading the small, hand-written message on the back of the Polaroid with the same rapt anticipation as he had when he first received it many months before.

'I think I'll look good in this one. But maybe you'd prefer me as I am now?'

Torkel couldn't help but love this image for rather obvious, shamelessly physical reasons. It wasn't the first that Galvenia had ever sent him after their initial meeting, surprising him not just with a sweet and tender letter that spoke of how much she missed him, how much she'd been thinking of him, but also with a picture of her blowing a kiss to him while modelling a beautiful red satin sarong. It wasn't the most recent, either, the letter talking of how much she was looking forward to seeing him again and the picture a rather stunningly intimate shot of her lying upon a bed in negligee which, like all the images she sent were clothing items of her own design. This image however remained Torkel's most frequently admired, and rested within easy reach of his bed for undeniably personal, very intimate reasons indeed.

The image showed a mannequin draped with the tightest looking pair of boxer-brief style women's underwear, a sleek bra made to match, and a lacy black waistcoat. A similarly lace skirt lay on a small table to one side of the image, but the majority of the foreground was taken up by Galvenia's body, her hand outstretched and obviously holding the camera so she could take the image herself without requiring anyone else's aid. And of course, the reason for her modesty was obvious to behold. She was naked, and although the angle at which her body was photographed hid all truly intimate flesh from view, the arm outstretched crossing her chest and one leg arched forward so her thigh covered her crotch, at the same time she was absolutely and unabashedly putting herself on display.

Never in his life had Torkel seen something that beautiful, that sexy. And even now, months after having received the picture, he still couldn't look at it without feeling the undeniable compulsion to do as he had done the very first time he set eyes upon it, and almost every occasion since then. His free hand, the one not holding the picture before his eyes, drifted over the now intensely swollen and stretched out fabric of her crotch, and he groaned desperately.

A loud rapping echoed through the house and into the bedroom, and Torkel's hand sprang from his crotch like he was fourteen and being called downstairs for dinner. He cursed under his breath as he rapidly but carefully placed the photo back into its box with the others, slid the box back into the drawer, closed it and only then rose to his feet. He stared in horror down at his still tented crotch, but could only pray that it would conceal itself as he began to rush towards the sound of the knocking, knowing precisely who it was and why they were here. Perhaps however, in some small way him getting caught out in that moment was a good thing. It meant he was too on edge from his pre-masturbatory interruption to remember how terrified he had been just ten minutes ago, how certain he had been that the chemistry from their first meeting and the intimacy they had forged through their letters was going to be gone, and that when he and Galvenia reunited it would be an awkward, tense few hours before they parted ways and agreed that terrible as it was for them to have wasted their time, it would be for the best if they just called off the rest of this visit.

He arrived at the doorway and saw the figure beyond it through the stained glass panels set into its wooden structure, tall and enchanting, every bit as beautiful as he remembered even in silhouette. His hand trembled as he grasped the handle of the door, and he swallowed thickly, trying to steady himself as best he could and failing miserably as he pulled the front door of his hand-built wooden home open. Beyond, standing upon the porch with the late afternoon sunlight streaming in through the forest trees, was Galvenia. The dragoness he had only met once for a single day of friendship that had rapidly become something so much more, and who through letters and those Polaroid pictures had come to occupy more and more of his thoughts, more and more of his heart over the last few months than anyone else Torkel had ever known.

She was smiling shyly as she regarded him, and as he regarded her. She was silent, just standing there, shifting bashfully from foot to foot upon the wooden porch, and though Torkel wanted to invite her inside he could feel his throat tensing up, contracting and denying him the ability to make even a single sound. A moment passed. And another. Torkel felt himself beginning to panic. He knew he had to do something. To break this building, all consuming tension that was whirling around them. If he didn't, if one of them didn't do something, this could all come crashing down even faster than he had imagined.

Then, before the grey scaled dragon could say or do or even think of anything to attempt, Galvenia saved him. She kept him from having to talk, not his greatest strength by any means, by removing all need for words in that moment. She stepped inside of her own volition, dropped her bag from her hands, and wrapped her arms around his neck. The dragoness pulled him closer to her as her own head leaned forward, and as she rose up on her tiptoes to bring herself level with the slightly taller male, she pressed her lips tenderly to his own.

"I missed you, Torkel."

She whispered as their scaled snouts parted for just a moment to catch their breath some time later, before sinking right back into another long, lingering, giddy smooch. And long after that, in a whirl of embraces, of touching lips and deep, eager, passionate stares, finally the dragon found the words he needed to share with this incredible woman.

"From the moment you stepped out of my house the last time you were here, it's felt empty. Now... it feels complete again. It feels like home."

They sat down upon Torkel's couch, and for more than an hour they spoke while resting in one another's arms. They talked, they kissed, they never let go of one another. Both their faces remained almost constantly flushed beneath their scales as their hands touched and entwined, as their eyes drifted over one another's bodies. Torkel drank in the beauty not only of Galvenia's very presence, but also the gorgeous and no doubt self-designed outfit she was wearing, a loose, flowing silky blouse and an blue-green skirt that seemed to shimmer like ocean water. He felt her trembling within his arms as another burst of conversation gave way to another bout of deep, giddy kisses, and as she straddled his lap, as she settled down just before his crotch, he swore he felt her tense up, and saw her eyes flash as the fabric of his trousers shifted alongside the renewed arousal tenting and tugging at it from within.

"I..."

He growled softly as their lips parted once more, both breathing heavily even though that particular kiss hadn't been overly long or draining of oxygen.

"I... h-have a gift for you. It's in my bedroom."

He saw the dragoness' eyes widen, and his own bulged in horror as he realised how that sounded.

"Oh god, I... I d-didn't mean... I mean, I w-would, but... I can go and get it. I just..."

Galvenia giggled and cut off his stammering attempt at explaining himself with yet another kiss, one to which the male all too eagerly responded if it meant being able to shut the hell up again. It was the dragoness who spoke when they separated once more.

"I have a gift for you too, Torkel. But... it'll take me a few minutes to prepare it. Why don't you go wait for me in your bedroom. I'll get my gift together, I might use the bathroom to prepare if that's okay with you? And I'll meet you in the bedroom when I'm ready?"

Without waiting for a response, Galvenia lifted herself from the male's lap and moved back towards the door, plucking her bag from the floor before sweeping back towards the couch to steal one final kiss from the male still just sitting there, staring wide eyed and open mouthed at her. She pecked him on the lips, and as she pulled away for that second time her left hand just barely grazed the crotch of his trousers, tented, swollen, twitching urgently at the brief, gentle but definite contact. Torkel groaned. Galvenia giggled. Then she was gone from view, the bathroom door closing to but not all the way, leaving the tiniest sliver through which Torkel could so easily have looked, just like when he had offered Galvenia a chance to shower and clean up after he'd taken her in during the storm that had pre-empted their first meeting.

Slowly, Torkel rose from his seat and wandered in an almost zombie-like state to the bedroom. He opened up the same drawer containing his photo-box, but further this time, pulling it all the way out and plucking a much smaller wooden box from behind the larger one. Upon the box itself, details intricately burned into the wood that had been varnished since then, an ornate and cursive 'G' was visible. The clasp upon the box was golden in hue and indeed comprised of that most precious metal, and took the shape of a heart in the form of two dragon's tails.

He sat on the edge of his bed and held that box tightly in his hands, occasionally glancing back to the door but mostly just staring down at the box itself. A few times he opened it, as though terrified that what lay within would have been suddenly spirited away by some force desperate to torment him, or that by closing the box the last time around he would somehow have damaged the piece he had spent so long crafting just for this moment.

After an eternity, an eternity that lasted the best part of about five minutes, Torkel jumped as he heard a gentle knock at the bedroom door.

"C-come in..."

He gasped, face flushing crimson beneath his scales a moment later as he realised that the gentlemanly thing to do would probably have been to go and open the door for Galvenia himself. When the door did open however, he was glad that he had remained seating. If he hadn't, he probably would have fallen to his knees at the sight that greeted him now.

Galvenia was dressed in what was unmistakably another outfit of her own design, but this one was less a full ensemble and more something he would have seen in one of her playful, undeniably sexy pictures to him. Though, as beautiful as many of the garments she had shared with him thus far were, this bikini style piece put all of them to shame.

The upper portion of the two-piece garment was comprised of a golden fabric from which other strands of silver, of copper, and of further gold hung in a variety of tightly curled twists. The cut of the fabric cupped the dragoness' large breasts with the perfect amount of lift, but while it most certainly left plenty of her beautiful cleavage on show it was by no means as exposing as many of the other garments that Torkel had seen her wearing for him. What made it stand out as a fashion item though, rather than simply the gorgeous piece of attire even a layman like Torkel could appreciate the appeal of, was the back of the shiny-strapped piece. Before his eyes Galvenia turned on the spot, and as she did so he realised that the straps of this bikini top didn't simply wrap around her back and over or under the base of her wings, but they curled and twisted around the wing-bases and continued to spiral up and around Galvenia's tightly furled wings, binding them closed and holding them to her back.

The lower garment held her buttocks every bit as gorgeously in their fabric embrace as the upper portion held her breasts, and similar spiralling twists of fabric ran up the length of Galvenia's tail all the way to the ridges near its tip. A soft groan of pure, undeniable longing escaped Torkel as the dragoness turned to face him once more with a playful wiggle of her ass, and he could only stare at her in wonder, only sit there with wide eyed and gormless delight as she stepped towards him across the room and spoke in a sultry murmur.

"When I designed this piece, I called it... wish you were here. But now that I am here, I'm thinking it needs a different name. Some might look at this and see it as restrictive. Binding. Keeping my wings locked and holding me back. But... the truth? The reason I designed it this way, Torkel... I wanted to show you how I feel when I think of you. How I felt even that first and only day we spent together months ago. I was grounded by the storm for that night, and by the time the sky cleared the next day... I wished the rain had kept falling. I wished the wind had kept howling. I... I never wanted the storm to stop, because then I'd never be able to fly away. That's what this outfit says. That's what it promises to you. W-what I promise to you. I chose to wear this today because, if I had the choice, I would gladly bind my wings like this for the rest of my days, if it meant I got to stay in your company for just a little longer."

Galvenia sat down on the bed beside Torkel, blushing and smiling as he just stared at her, meeting her gaze and peering deep into her eyes with absolute and abject joy. They sat in silence for several minutes, until finally Torkel felt a soft, scaled hand brush over his own, and heard Galvenia giggle softly.

"N-not to be impatient, but... is that for me?"

She nodded down at the small, 'G' inlaid box within the dragon's grasp. He growled in humiliation, nodding and silently offering it to her. Galvenia beamed, and slowly, carefully opened up the clasp, giggling as she noticed the design of it and purposefully drifted her tail across the bed so that it crossed and rubbed against the male's own. She opened the box up, and gasped in joy at what she saw within.

"O-oh... Torkel. It's beautiful."

He smiled. His work was one of the few things in this world he would allow himself to be openly proud of, and of all the things he had created in his life including the very home in which they were sitting now, this was amongst his most prized achievements of his craft.

He lifted the silver chain from the box and growled happily when Galvenia extended her neck, lifting her head so that he could put it on her. He did so, linking the delicate ends of the chain with a surprisingly dextrous touch from his large, strong hands, before allowing his fingers to trace down its length to the pendant now resting just over where the curve of her breasts began to rise. The silver here was a long, single strand twisted and turning over itself in an intricate pattern. Not just once, not just twice, but so many times it was impossible to keep track. As he lifted it though, and as Galvenia peered down at it alongside him, he could see her eyes widening as she recognised what made this piece of craftsmanship so intricate.

"It's... it's all once piece of silver? Oh my god, Torkel. H-how long did it take, how delicate must it have been to... t-to twist it, to shape it like this without breaking. The strands are so thin, b-but..."

She reached out to touch it delicately, as though terrified it would break beneath her touch. Her fingertip's worth of pressure affected no change though, and Torkel spoke softly in response.

"The strings of fate that hold the world together, that bind the things which truly matter, don't have to be thick to be strong enough to stand up to even the most disruptive forces."

He smiled as he saw Galvenia's eyes continuing to drift over it, looking for the end, for the point where the two ends of this string of silver connected as the silver chain looped through it.

"And these strings aren't just long, reaching from one end of time to the other. They're eternal. They start and end everywhere and nowhere. Maybe with the birth of a dragoness who brings beauty to everything she touches, or a dragon who desired to remain out on his own, dependant only on himself. Or maybe it begins with the day they met. A storm. A wet, shivering woman in need of help. A single home out in the middle of nowhere to offer her shelter. Or... maybe it begins today. In a bedroom that has never slept two bodies. W-with a dragoness so beautiful the man sitting with her cannot believe even now that he could possibly be this lucky..."

His words were cut short by a soft, almost sobbing whimper from Galvenia, and the feel of her hands upon his face. Her voice cracked with emotion as she pulled his face close to hers, lips brushing together though not actively kissing as she spoke.

"With a dragon so sweet... and... o-oh god, so trusting, to let this woman be the first to ever share his bedroom. His bed. A dragon so caring and kind, he makes the woman who loves him feel like she never has to wear another stitch of clothing. Because when he looks at her... through her, into her very heart, s-she's never felt so adored. So special. So... needed."

Galvenia's hands left Torkel's face, but slid down his neck and to his chest, gently pushing him backwards. He let her move him, gasping, blushing, wide eyed as he heard her say that she loved him. Even as she laid him out flat upon his bed and began to pluck at the buttons of the top of his trousers, he growled back at her.

"The threads of fate stretch through eternity, Galvenia. A-and... my love for you reaches further still."

He gasped as she pulled his member free, rampant and swollen, ready for her. He shuddered as she scrambled up onto him, as she loomed over him, her beautiful figure still adorned by the garment of her own design and his never-ending swirl of a silver necklace. Torkel watched one of her hands lacing through the fingers of his own as he felt her tail and his writhing and twisting tenderly around one another, then turned his gaze to her other hand, groaning in wonder as he saw her fingers teasing the fabric of her bikini's lower garment aside, revealing to him the warm, pink, flushed outer lips of her nether regions for the first time. The first of any woman he had ever witnessed in person.

Galvenia grasped his erection again, holding it firmly upright as she guided herself over it. She threw back her head in a strained, stifled roar as she felt his tip graze against her nether regions, and Torkel could do absolutely nothing to hold back his own desperate cry of her name as he felt the same thing from his own perspective. Before she sank down upon him properly though, before she claimed the virginity that he was so eager, so willing to grant to her and her alone though many women had asked and been denied, the dragoness released her hand from his member and sought out his remaining free hand. She clasped at it tightly, fingers entwining yet again, and stared deep into Torkel's eyes as their hands squeezed at one another, shaking with passion, with nerves, with overwhelming anticipation.

"Eternity..."

Torkel gasped breathlessly as he looked at the woman whom in that moment, just as he had hoped and suspected from their very first meeting, he knew was going to be his wife.

"...eternity with you, m-my love... just wouldn't be long enough."

And as Galvenia flung herself forward to kiss him in response, whimpering, beaming, blushing as their lips pressed feverishly together, she drove herself down around his straining member until there was nothing else in this world or beyond that could have brought them physically closer together.

"Then... aahh... aahhyes... T-Torkel. Then... if we only have a fleeting eternity together... let's make sure we make the most of every last moment of it."

By Jeeves

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