{"sf1_id":1314215,"sf2_id":"ZmM8qVre","title":"A Heart Bound a Soul Tamed","author":"Ishner","words":5175,"posted_at":"2018-03-07T02:13:00.000Z","tags":["Bestiality","Depression","Dragoness","Human","Love","Male","NSFW","Story"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1314215-a-heart-bound-a-soul-tamed","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZmM8qVre","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1314215\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"As the title implies, parts 1 and 2 of a two-part story. The first part is a SFW tale opening with debilitation depression and gradually evolving into something more positive and hopeful. (Keep in mind that \"bind\" also means \"to heal\".) The second part is a NSFW continuation of the tale. It is a story about how that loving, intimate friendship that unexpectedly turns into something more.  \n  \nIf you want to avoid all the smut and prefer a SFW, emotional tale of lost soul and its road to redemption, go here: [https://www.sofurry.com/view/1314193](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1314193)","content":"A Heart Bound a\u0026nbsp;Soul Tamed\n\nby Samuel Slater\n\n  \n\nConsciousness quietly ambushed him. One moment he was drowning blissfully in the depths of oblivion;\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe next, he felt fully aware. He found himself laying on his belly. A strange weight rested firmly\u0026nbsp;\n\non his back, pinning him to the ground. Heavy yet soft warmth enveloped his body, creating a\u0026nbsp;\n\nwonderful illusion of being tightly wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. If only the soothing\u0026nbsp;\n\nsensations could bring comfort to his tortured soul.\n\n  \n\nHe bit back a sob and felt himself break all over again. His despondent heart shattered into a\u0026nbsp;\n\nmillion tiny shards too fragmented to ever put back together. At least, it should have shattered.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAn alien force stubbornly held it firmly in place like a skin-tight barrier. The firm grip holding\u0026nbsp;\n\nhim together proved far stronger than its gentleness implied.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nAnd yet, he wished the strange force wasn't so powerful. As bad as his pain hurt, he wanted it. He\u0026nbsp;\n\nneeded it. Brokenness was all he knew. All he had. The pain didn't just encompass him, it was him.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt had become such an integral part of him that he couldn't bear to let it be taken away.\n\n  \n\nRebelliously, he fought back against the unwelcome entity keeping him alive. It had no right to\u0026nbsp;\n\ninterfere with his private misery. He wanted it gone. He pushed against its hold, harder and\u0026nbsp;\n\nharder, trying to escape its unyielding grasp. He burned through hidden reserves of energy like\u0026nbsp;\n\nfire consuming an oil spill.\n\n  \n\nRage fueled his efforts. Years of pent-up self-loathing tore free, demanding a target for their\n\ndestructive energy. He eagerly used that vast supply of hate, focusing it on the one who dared\u0026nbsp;\n\nstand in his way. No matter how much anger he burned through, there was always more on hand,\u0026nbsp;\n\nwaiting to be used.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nFury became the entirety of his existence. The volatile emotion fed off itself. Rage created even\u0026nbsp;\n\nmore violent rage in a never-ending chain reaction. He became an uncontrolled explosion of anger,\u0026nbsp;\n\nclawing for escape. And he would escape. Nothing would hold him back. He would break free and\u0026nbsp;\n\ndemolish the force holding him at bay. He would smash it for having the gall to stand up to him.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs soon as he wrestled free of its grasp, he would swarm in and destroy it utterly.\n\n  \n\nSomething inside him shifted. Something changed. The pipeline to his precious anger closed off.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe emotion sustaining him suddenly vanished. With nothing left to feed off, his rebellion flamed\u0026nbsp;\n\nout as brilliantly as it was vain.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nAnger had been his last bastion. His final desperate defense in the face of overwhelming despair.\u0026nbsp;\n\nNow stripped of his strength, he lost all sense of purpose. The ice in his heart leached warmth\u0026nbsp;\n\nfrom his bones. The darkness in his soul blotted out all memory of light.\u0026nbsp; He was lost and afraid,\u0026nbsp;\n\nweak and helpless, cold and purposeless. He was so very, very alone.\n\n  \n\nA sharp claw slowly trailed along his cheek and traced his jaw--a dragon's caress. An act of love\u0026nbsp;\n\nand comfort in a world of emptiness and despair. The tender affection crushed him. The walls that\u0026nbsp;\n\nhad felt so restrictive and suffocating a moment before now felt like a cavern of infinite size.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThis time he didn't stop the tears. He sobbed hysterically. He turned his head around and buried\u0026nbsp;\n\nhis face in the long neck behind him. He desperately needed something solid to hold onto. Something\u0026nbsp;\n\nto prove he wasn't utterly alone in a universe full of darkness. The physical contact helped.\n\n  \n\n\"Shhh. It's ok. I've got you.\" Her voice was a soothing balm for his withered spirit. It promised\u0026nbsp;\n\nto ease the unbearable pain tormenting his soul. It spoke directly to his mind, by-passing his\u0026nbsp;\n\nears, and the rest of the physical world, entirely.\n\n  \n\nThat voice. As benign as it sounded, he could feel the vast, fathomless power behind it. Power to\u0026nbsp;\n\nshape him as she saw fit. The power to build him up. The power to tear him down. The power to\u0026nbsp;\n\nsimply erase him and replace him with something better. It should have terrified him. It didn't.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis meaningless life was disposable, worthless even to himself. He had stopped caring about it\u0026nbsp;\n\nlong ago.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThe voice filled him not with fear, but with shame. Why him? She was strong enough to do anything\u0026nbsp;\n\nshe wanted. She could be out serving some great and wonderful cause, something worthy of her\u0026nbsp;\n\nawesome might. Or she could be off satisfying her own deepest, darkest desires. Instead, she was\u0026nbsp;\n\nhere, wasting her life, trying to rescue a pathetic excuse for a human. A man who stayed alive\u0026nbsp;\n\nonly because death was among the many things he could never achieve.\n\n  \n\nHe found himself on the brink of a terrible impasse. On the one hand, he wanted to push her away.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe didn't deserve any help. He didn't even know if he wanted it. She would be far better off if she\u0026nbsp;\n\nsimply left him alone and never looked back. On the other hand, he needed her. She was all he had.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIf she went away, he would fade until he became as lifeless as a corpse.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHe felt trapped, unable to make a decision. He wanted to reach out to her. But he dared not. To do\u0026nbsp;\n\nso would be to condemn her to a lifetime of misery and futility. He should just turn away and spare\u0026nbsp;\n\nher the pain she would inevitably suffer at his side. But he didn't have the strength to make her\u0026nbsp;\n\ngo away.\n\n  \n\nThe dragoness made the choice for him. She pulled him into her vast mind, submerging him in an\u0026nbsp;\n\nocean of aquamarine. She welcomed his spirit into herself, encouraging him to find peace in her\u0026nbsp;\n\nfathomless mind.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nAt first, he fought back. Without even trying, her amazing power could change him in ways he\u0026nbsp;\n\ncouldn't imagine. Then he remembered that he didn't care. If she wanted him, she could have him.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt wasn't like he could stop her anyway. He finally gave up trying to fight and accepted her\u0026nbsp;\n\nunconditional affection.\n\n  \n\nNow that she had bridged the gap, he was unable to stop himself from reaching out to her. Even so,\u0026nbsp;\n\nguilt still threatened to overwhelm him. What gave him the right to shove his burdens onto her? He\u0026nbsp;\n\nalmost drew back. Instead, he squirmed against her soft neck, trying to burrow his way through her\u0026nbsp;\n\nscales and lose himself in her all-consuming inner core.\n\n  \n\nThe barest contact between her curative spirit and his anguished heart left him gasping. Her touch\u0026nbsp;\n\nfelt cool and soothing like damp cloth on a fevered brow. He didn't know which hurt more: his\u0026nbsp;\n\nbitter self-condemnation or her magnanimous absolution. For now, he preferred the shocking cold of\u0026nbsp;\n\nher comfort to the searing fire of his pain.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nFor a long time, he remained trapped within her unbreakable embrace. Hot tears of guilt and\u0026nbsp;\n\nself-pity scalded his cheeks. Sometimes he clung desperately to her like a piece of driftwood in\u0026nbsp;\n\nan ocean of pain. Other times he would turn away, struggling in a futile effort to escape her\u0026nbsp;\n\nunbreakable hold. At all times, her quiet strength and gentle warmth enveloped him.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nGently, she pried hate's dangerous blade from his grasp.\u0026nbsp; Gingerly, she plucked out guilt's tiny\u0026nbsp;\n\nshards. Determinedly, she stitched closed despair's gaping wounds. Patiently, she set depression's\u0026nbsp;\n\nfractures. Carefully, she wrapped shame's burns. Delicately, she smothered ointment over\u0026nbsp;\n\nloneliness's welts.\u0026nbsp; Thoughtfully, she placed a compress over pain's feverish surface. Bit by bit\u0026nbsp;\n\nshe tirelessly bound his heart as a physician might heal his body.\n\n  \n\nEventually, his emotions balanced out. For once, he felt ok. He still felt fragile, as if even the\u0026nbsp;\n\nslightest provocation would shatter him all over again. But for now, he felt ok. He took a shaky\u0026nbsp;\n\nbreath and sniffled. In his mind's eye, he saw himself as no larger than a young child. His small,\u0026nbsp;\n\nhelpless form lost within the dragon's embrace. He knew perfectly well that reality was closer to\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe opposite of his impression. His tall, lanky body dwarfed her shorter, denser one.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHowever, the spiritual world, with its ever-shifting nature, told a different story. Within that\u0026nbsp;\n\nrealm, she could easily hold him with one paw and still have room to spare. He found the comparison\u0026nbsp;\n\nreassuring. He had no faith in his ability to stay strong. But maybe, just maybe, with her there\u0026nbsp;\n\nto hold him, he might somehow make it.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nIt felt strange letting her comfort him. Had he been allowed to choose a guardian, he never would\u0026nbsp;\n\nhave even considered putting a dragon on the list. Yet now, contained within her warm embrace, it\u0026nbsp;\n\nfelt right. The weight of her small body resting solidly upon his back. The feel of her sinuous\u0026nbsp;\n\nneck outlining his head. The press of her legs pinning his arms to his sides. The gentle squeeze\u0026nbsp;\n\nof her tail as it twined around his thigh. It all seemed right. He couldn't explain it.\n\n  \n\nAgain, a sharp claw stroked his face. This time he arched into the tingling sensation, nuzzling her\n\npaw like an infant. He gave no thought to how ridiculous he might look. He felt more at peace with\u0026nbsp;\n\nhimself--more whole--than he had in a long, long time. That was what mattered.\n\n\\*\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\\*\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\\*\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\\*\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\n[i]\"Feeling better?\"[/i] The words drifted through his mind like clouds sailing across the sky.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe nodded in mute confirmation. She didn't actually need a reply. She was probably more in touch with his\n\nemotions than he was himself. Sometimes he wondered why she even bothered asking questions when she\u0026nbsp;\n\nalready knew the answers.\n\n  \n\n[i]\"To have a conversation, of course,\"[/i] she laughed good-naturedly at his obtuseness. [i]\"And to remind you of\u0026nbsp;\n\nthings you already know, but don't want to admit to yourself.[/i]\n\n  \n\nHe had to admit, she was right--on both counts. When life's storms threatened to tear him apart, her voice\u0026nbsp;\n\nshown out, a beacon of hope in a world of dark despair. Like a lighthouse, her words remained steadfast,\u0026nbsp;\n\nshowing him the way back home. She often used dialogue to deftly guide him back to calmer, safer waters.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith a contented sigh, he nestled against her soft body. He was perfectly happy to simply lay in her strong\u0026nbsp;\n\nembrace and bask in her gentle warmth. His mind idly wandered along the dragoness, mentally tracing over her\u0026nbsp;\n\nspirit the same way his hands might stroke along her lovely scales. He marveled at her near-perfection. Not\u0026nbsp;\n\nwanting to spoil the mood, he carefully avoided the dangerous thinking traps that so often left him feeling\u0026nbsp;\n\nworthless and full of hate of self-hate. Instead, he kept his thoughts off himself and focused them on the\u0026nbsp;\n\ndragon above him.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nBeneath the scales of her feral and even dangerous appearance, he could see her true self. Her fierce,\u0026nbsp;\n\nexpressionless face was soft and peaceful. Her foreign, narrow eyes were friendly and inviting. Her long,\u0026nbsp;\n\nproud neck was bowed with understanding and compassion. Her small, well-insulated body was warm and\u0026nbsp;\n\nsheltering. Her flightless wings were always ready to carry a friend in need. Her powerful legs were gentle\u0026nbsp;\n\nand patient. Her sharp, deadly claws were gentle and delicate. Her whip-like tail was playful and full of\u0026nbsp;\n\nexcited mischief.\n\n  \n\nShe laughed at his blind adoration, but he held his ground. She was the most amazing creature he'd ever met\u0026nbsp;\n\nand he refused to let her convince him otherwise. Nothing else was even good enough for a comparison. He'd\u0026nbsp;\n\ndo anything for her.\n\n  \n\n[i]\"Anything?\"[/i] she asked, coyly. She batted her non-existant eyelashes in a jester's attempt to garner his affection.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe ploy, as playful as it was,\u0026nbsp; might well have succeeded she had not already won his heart.\n\n  \n\n\"Anything,\" he whispered solemnly without hesitation. His life belonged to her. Without her, he would have\u0026nbsp;\n\nceased to exist long ago. Anything he owned, any part of him, belonged to her by right. At least, he tried\u0026nbsp;\n\nto believe it. That had to count for something, right?\n\n  \n\nHe'd barely finished the thought when she got up and walked away. Her unexpected departure sent lance of ice\u0026nbsp;\n\nthrough his heart. Suddenly, he once again felt vulnerable and afraid. His guiding light had disappeared and\u0026nbsp;\n\nhe could not navigate the darkness on his own. He could sense the storms lurking in the shadows, waiting for\u0026nbsp;\n\nthat one inevitable slip so they could rush in and tear him to pieces.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nShe hadn't even truly left yet and already he was falling apart. He practically begged her to return.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Where are you going?\"\n\n  \n\n[i]\"Nowhere,\"[/i] her calm voice and simple answer quelled his rising fears. [i]\"Why don't you see for yourself?\"[/i]\n\n  \n\nHe rolled over and looked. The sight of her took his breath away. There stood the beautiful dragoness, in\u0026nbsp;\n\nall her infinite glory. Her back faced him as she stared at rising the sun, greeting its majestic arrival.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer neck stretched forward, as if trying to reach out to the limitless horizon. Her delicate wings rested\u0026nbsp;\n\nin their customary position, folded tightly along her back. The early morning light glittered off her\u0026nbsp;\n\ndazzling scales like so many facets in an expertly cut gem. At the base of her spine, her tail stood erect,\u0026nbsp;\n\nstretching toward the sky before arching gracefully to the side.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThe enticing appendage drew his eye. Slowly, he inspected the exotic limb. Beginning with its pointy tip,\u0026nbsp;\n\nhe traveled up her tail until he reached its peak. After crossing the apex, his eyes hugged that curve\u0026nbsp;\n\nall the way to its end. Finally, he arrived at the thick base where her tail attached itself to the rest\u0026nbsp;\n\nof her body.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nWithout thinking, his gazed darted lower to find the glorious little mound just below that junction. Her\u0026nbsp;\n\nrear paws were planted wide, giving him an unobstructed view of that wonderful piece of female anatomy.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe seam in her cleft funneled his vision into its delightful depths, sucking him in like the event horizon\u0026nbsp;\n\nof a black hole. A hole he happily allowed himself to fall into. Unable to look away, and too enthralled to\u0026nbsp;\n\ntry, he studied the dragoness's slit with rapt fascination.\n\n  \n\n[i]\"See something you like?\"[/i]\n\n  \n\nHis heart skipped a beat. Startled free from the mesmerizing grip of her sex, he looked up and lost himself\u0026nbsp;\n\nin her just-as-compelling eyes. She had turned around while he was busy staring at her backside. \"Yes,\" he\u0026nbsp;\n\nconfessed his accidental indiscretion. Even if she hadn't caught him red-handed, it would have been\u0026nbsp;\n\npointless to pretend otherwise. She would sense his lie before it even reached his lips.\n\n  \n\nAlthough she had already called him out on ogling her privates, she curiously chose not to chastise him any\n\nfurther. Instead, she merely smirked with amusement while her eyes twinkled with mischievous satisfaction.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe noted how her pupils resembled the shape of her beautiful slit. The comparison made him uncomfortable,\u0026nbsp;\n\nbut once he discovered it, he couldn't unmake the connection. Embarrassed, he tried to look away, but her\u0026nbsp;\n\neyes pinned his gaze just as easily as her paws had restrained his body.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nShe was searching him for something. Her anxious excitement and strange hunger made him nervous. At some\u0026nbsp;\n\ndeep level, far below conscious thought, she tried to reassure him even as her predatory eyes studied him\u0026nbsp;\n\nlike potential prey.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nSlowly assembling clues like pieces of a puzzle, he gradually realized that she had been presenting herself\u0026nbsp;\n\nto him. She wasn't upset by his inadvertent peeping. She wanted him to look. No, her Need was too great for\u0026nbsp;\n\n'want'. She ached for his attention.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n[i]Heat.[/i] The word rose unbidden to his mind. The term instantly explained her unusual, frisky behavior.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe had a clinical understanding of Heat, and knew in a general, abstract sense that she went through periods\u0026nbsp;\n\nof sexual excitement and receptivity. However, he'd never actually witnessed it, and had no clue what actually\u0026nbsp;\n\nhappened--beyond the obvious. \"How long have you been--\" the impetuousness of his question hit him. He suddenly\u0026nbsp;\n\nfelt shy and awkward, discussing her sexuality so openly. But he had started the question, and forcing her to\u0026nbsp;\n\nfinish it for him would be even ruder. \"How long?\"\n\n  \n\nThe dragoness giggled at his discomfort. It was only Heat, after all. Mating was a just as natural as eating\u0026nbsp;\n\nor drinking. She wasn't the least bit uncomfortable with discussing it, or acting on it, whenever the occasion\u0026nbsp;\n\narose. [i]\"Just a minute ago. Didn't you notice the smell?\"[/i]\n\n  \n\nCompelled by the force of unspoken suggestion, he closed eyes and inhaled deeply. At the far edges of his\u0026nbsp;\n\nsense of smell, he thought he could detect something. He sniffed again. Yes, there it was. A faint, tangy\u0026nbsp;\n\nodor. He continued to breathe it in. Now that he had picked it out, the smell became easier to sense.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe savored the invigorating scent, trying to catalogue it in his mental list of smells.\n\n  \n\nHeat. Smell. It finally sank in. He was smelling dragoness musk. His cheeks burned and he knew they had\u0026nbsp;\n\nturned bright red. He kept waiting for a good-natured quip or at least an amused chuckle, but it never\u0026nbsp;\n\ncame. Instead, he only sensed her squirming with a sizzling itch that she couldn't scratch.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nConfused by the rapidly changing events and uncertain about what he should do, he opened his eyes and looked\u0026nbsp;\n\nat her. Her twitching tail signaled his attention like a pennant snapping in the wind. His gaze swept down\u0026nbsp;\n\nher restless tail, bounced off the ground, and climbed back up her toned legs and firm hips. Together they\u0026nbsp;\n\ncreated a lovely frame, displaying her beautiful nether regions to anyone who wished to admire them.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThe three-sided chasm of enticing flesh gently and irresistibly guided his attention to those sacred\u0026nbsp;\n\nlocations. His gaze found her asshole and lingered for a moment. The tight orifice tempted him to stop\u0026nbsp;\n\nand savor its exotic recesses, but he refused.\n\n  \n\nMindful of their goal, his eyes moved on, roaming along the fascinating little strip of flesh between her\u0026nbsp;\n\ntwo holes. Although the scales here were quite pretty and more than a little erotic, they were not his\u0026nbsp;\n\nfinal destination. So he journeyed on, in search of her hallowed mound.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThere! At the base of her torso, he found the object of his desire. Like weary travelers at the end of a\u0026nbsp;\n\nlong pilgrimage, his eyes rejoiced in finding her enchanting cleft. They danced up and down that glorious\u0026nbsp;\n\nslit in jubilation. Eagerly they took in every little detail, committing it all to memory. At the far end\u0026nbsp;\n\nof her sacred valley, they worshiped at the altar of her clit, paying devout homage to the shy nub as it\u0026nbsp;\n\npeeked out and blessed with the world with its presence.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nAt some point, his lungs reminded him that they still needed oxygen. He took a deep breath, inhaling more\u0026nbsp;\n\nof her lovely Scent. The intoxicating smell of her lust further captivated his attention, ensuring that he\n\nremained completely focused on her mesmerizing presentation. Like a delicate flower, her pussy bloomed in\u0026nbsp;\n\nits season. Her swollen petals offered a marvelous view of tender, pink flesh. Further and further they\u0026nbsp;\n\nlured him in, deeper and deeper, until he was drowning those soft folds. Beads of moisture dripped from\u0026nbsp;\n\nher tantalizing blossom, glistening like morning dew--or perhaps sweet nectar.\n\n  \n\n[i]\"I think you're ready.\"[/i]\n\n  \n\nThe words managed to cut through the mental fugue and bring him back to reality. He managed, barely, to peel\u0026nbsp;\n\nhis eyes away from her fragrant flower, although her pervasive Scent continued to tempt him. His cock throbbed\u0026nbsp;\n\npainfully. He didn't need to look down to know it was straining at his pants in an obvious attempt to escape.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis cracked lips needed water, and his mouth felt as if it were filled with cotton. \"Ready for what?\" he\u0026nbsp;\n\ncroaked.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\n[i]\"To mate, of course.\"[/i] Her answer was so matter-of-fact, so obvious, that it took a moment to process\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe information. The sexual haze clouding his mind certainly didn't help matters.\n\n  \n\nOnce her words registered, he suddenly realized why she had been studying him so intently. She had been\u0026nbsp;\n\nsizing him up as a potential mate. Except, she seemed to have missed the fact that he wasn't a dragon. \"But,\u0026nbsp;\n\nuh...but I'm a human,\" he stammered, struggling to find his voice in the wake of her staggering revelation,\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"We're not, you know, not the same species.\"\n\n  \n\n[i]\"I'm a dragoness in heat,\"[/i] she announced defiantly, as if that simple fact was explination enough. [i]\"There\u0026nbsp;\n\naren't any drakes around, so I have to find another male to satisfy me. You'll do just fine.\" [/i]\n\n  \n\nHe tried to follow her logic, but his mind couldn't keep up with her words. He gave up and allowed her\u0026nbsp;\n\nconfidence to wrap him in a cocoon of love and reassurance.\n\n  \n\n[i]\"Besides,\"[/i] she added with a smirk. [i]\"I like you. I've been waiting to share this moment with you for so long.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd now we're both finally ready.\"[/i] Her voice shivered with excitement.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThe blast from her bombshell managed to jostle his brain back into some semblance of thought. However, it\u0026nbsp;\n\nmoved sluggishly, overloaded by her shocking confession. He had no idea she felt that way about him. He knew\u0026nbsp;\n\nshe'd always liked him--for whatever reason--but he never imagined she wanted to- to have sex with him. [i]To\n\nmate with him,[/i] he felt her subtle corretion. He searched his feelings for her, trying to find out if he felt\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe same way. Almost since they first met he had loved her and treasured her presence. He valued her than life\u0026nbsp;\n\nitself. But he had never once thought of having sex- of mating with her. She was his dearest friend, his\u0026nbsp;\n\nfaithful companion, his glorious savior. Did he really want to risk it all and add \"mate\" to the list?\n\n  \n\nMeanwhile, the dragoness had run out of patience. Under normal circumstances, she would have patiently waited\u0026nbsp;\n\nfor him to sort things out. However, her biological clock waited for no one--human or dragon. She took matters\u0026nbsp;\n\ninto her own paws and showed him his answer. [i]\"Don't tell me you can say 'no' to this.\"[/i] Her tail flicked\u0026nbsp;\n\nrestlessly while her hips rocked from side to side, underscoring her meaning.\n\n  \n\nThe movement drew him in like a moth to flame. His eyes regained their lock on her bewitching pussy. Her\u0026nbsp;\n\npuffy lips beckoned urgently, weeping tears of wanton desire, silently pleading for his intervention. How\u0026nbsp;\n\ncould he bear to just sit there and watch her writhing in Need and not go over to help? Her musk made him\u0026nbsp;\n\nlightheaded. He couldn't stop sniffing the air, sampling ever-stronger doses of her addictive Scent. Too\u0026nbsp;\n\nsmall to see, her pheromones worked their exquisite magic within his bloodstream, turning his mind into\u0026nbsp;\n\nputty and his cock into iron.\n\n  \n\nHe had pulled off his clothes without even realizing it. His mind might still have reservations about his\n\nimpending, but his body certainly didn't. His cock stood proudly at attention. His swollen member bobbed up\u0026nbsp;\n\nand down in time with his movements, waving to the dragoness. It had received her cries for help and was on\u0026nbsp;\n\nits way to quench the fire in her loins. He stumbled forward drunkenly, operating more on biological\u0026nbsp;\n\nimperatives than higher cognitive function. Lust and primitive instinct drove him on, shepherding him\u0026nbsp;\n\ntoward her inviting embrace.\n\n  \n\nFinally, he reached the eager dragoness. He looked down, admiring her glittering scales while he grappled\u0026nbsp;\n\nwith the problem of their significant height difference. After a moment, his lust-fogged mind found the\u0026nbsp;\n\nobvious solution. He dropped to his knees and shuffled forward until he was between her widespread legs.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe was so close. He swore he could feel heat radiating off her engorged lips. He reached down and gingerly\u0026nbsp;\n\ngrasped his stiff member, lining it up with her quivering entrance. He eased himself forward, guiding his\u0026nbsp;\n\nhard meat into her hungry pussy.\n\n  \n\nThe press her warm flesh against his sensitive head snapped him out of his trance. He was standing at the\u0026nbsp;\n\nedge of a precipice. If he stepped over the edge, he would be a changed man, possibly forever. The sobering\u0026nbsp;\n\nthought made him pause. \"Are- Are you sure about this?\" he asked, more for himself than for her.\n\n  \n\nHe felt her eyes roll in exasperation. Her reply was quick and decisive. She threw her hips back, gobbling\n\nhis manhood like a ravenous best. Ready or not, he was sliding down her tight passage. For an instant, he\u0026nbsp;\n\nregistered shocked surprise at her unexpected reaction. Then pleasure cascaded over him and he was lost.\u0026nbsp;\n\nLost in a primal world of carnal bliss. With a brutish grunt, he surged forward and eagerly thrust himself\u0026nbsp;\n\ndeeper into her welcoming hole.\n\n  \n\nHer pussy clenched around him and the rest of the world melted away. No longer in control of his actions,\u0026nbsp;\n\nhe reared back and slammed his hips back into hers. Her sigh of pleasure fell on deaf ears. He was too\u0026nbsp;\n\nfocused on plowing his tool through her velvety furrows. Like an animal operating on blind instinct, he\u0026nbsp;\n\nfucked the dragoness with wild abandon.\n\n  \n\nHis cock joyously burrowed into its new-found home. Her warm tunnel had instantly become its favorite\u0026nbsp;\n\nplace and it wanted to never leave. Every scrap of friction sent jolts of ecstasy along his entire being.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe rippling muscles encasing his member drove him drove him mad with excitement. Every pulse of her\u0026nbsp;\n\nsatisfaction, every appreciative squeeze, demanded a response. And how he responded. With each twitch he\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nthrew himself at her, bucking in uncontrollable passion.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nIn and out, in and out, in and out, he pistoned through her well-lubricated passage. He was barely aware of\u0026nbsp;\n\nher cries of delight or his own ragged gasps. His muscles burned with fatigue, but he felt too good to stop.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis cock raced through her tunnel like a runaway train with no chance of slowing down.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nWithout warning, her pussy began to spasm. Her firm grip became a hardened vise as she clenched around his\u0026nbsp;\n\nmember. Heedless of his intentions, her muscles pulled him in, demanding that he explore the full length of\u0026nbsp;\n\nher sensual passage.\n\n  \n\nHe happily acquiesced to her demands and rammed his cock as far into her as he could. He ground his pelvis\u0026nbsp;\n\nagainst her hips, trying desperately to wriggle his way deeper. That last, frantic thrust proved to be one\u0026nbsp;\n\ntoo many. The rippling sensations along his tingling cock overwhelmed him and he lost all control. The\u0026nbsp;\n\nmounting pressure inside him reached its peak and he exploded. Hot semen erupted from his tip and splashed\u0026nbsp;\n\ninto her welcoming chamber.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThe exhilarating experience was too much for his equilibrium. He lost his balance and fell forward. His\u0026nbsp;\n\narms twined themselves around her shoulders. He groaned in satisfaction, enjoying a sensual world rich in\u0026nbsp;\n\nstimulation as he pumped her full of his seed.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nLost in his own world of orgasmic bliss, he felt more than heard her roar of pure delight. The muscles that\u0026nbsp;\n\nhad just begun to relax pulsed with renewed vigor. Once more, they his seized his cock, urging him to find\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe bottom of her endless depths. The silken walls of her canal guided his sperm forward, propelling it all\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe way to her receptive womb.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHe clutched her tightly, trying to find leverage as he poured his precious essence into her holiest of holies.\u0026nbsp;\n\nBeneath him, the dragoness writhed in ecstasy. She took everything he had to offer and asked for more. Even\u0026nbsp;\n\nwhen he was utterly spent, she continued to suck at him, milking his cock for sperm he no longer had.\n\n  \n\nRelaxing drowsily, in sweet afterglow he almost missed it. So much of his presence had already entered her\u0026nbsp;\n\nheavenly tunnel, that he hardly noticed when the rest of himself began to follow. He was too caught up in\u0026nbsp;\n\nbasking in her delicious warmth to worry about why he was leaving himself. It was far easier to just allow\u0026nbsp;\n\nher to coax him further along her wonderful passage.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nShe was so gentle, so warm, so inviting, that he never questioned her insistent pull until it was almost too\u0026nbsp;\n\nlate. He was already completely out of his body, luxuriating in her wonderful massage when he noticed what\u0026nbsp;\n\nwas happening. Finished with his body, the dragoness was now sucking greedily at his soul. Tender as always,\u0026nbsp;\n\nshe was dragging him irresistibly deeper and deeper into herself, into her very Core. A place so steeped in\u0026nbsp;\n\nher powerful self, it would wipe him away and consume him without any conscious effort.\n\n  \n\nHe panicked. For a moment, instinct took over and he tried to pull away. Then he remembered who he was\u0026nbsp;\n\nfighting. More important, he remembered that she was only taking what was already hers by rights. Her\u0026nbsp;\n\nlove and persistence had already tamed his self-destructive spirit. This was only a formalized ceramony,\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe fulfillment of something that had already happened. If she wanted to Claim him, he would stand aside\n\nand let her take him. All of him. He reigned in the impulse to fight back and allowed her to bind him.\u0026nbsp;\n\nMind. Body. And now soul. A sense of peace and serenity enveloped him as he crossed the blinding threshold\u0026nbsp;\n\nand disappeared into her very being.\n\n\\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\\*\u0026nbsp; \\*\n\nHe was tired, so very tired, although he couldn't remember why. He didn't know where he was. But that could\u0026nbsp;\n\nwait. Right now, he needed rest. Sweet sleep. He just wanted to curl up and let unconsciousness carry him\u0026nbsp;\n\nblissfully away.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nA great weight tumbled off his aching back. Then a jolt of disorientation hit him as he felt his body hit\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe ground. He shook his head weakly, a vain attempt to dispell incongruent sensation of simultaneously\u0026nbsp;\n\nstanding up and laying down. He whimpered pitifully in confusion. He was too tired for puzzles. He just\u0026nbsp;\n\nwanted to sleep.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nWith eyes other than his own, he watch his body--that was his body, wasn't it?--curl into a ball. The\u0026nbsp;\n\nperplexing sight wasn't helping. Why couldn't he close his eyes? Nothing made sense. And he was so exhausted.\n\nWhen would he be able to sleep? At last, the image blurred and dimmed out. That was better. Darkness was\u0026nbsp;\n\ngood for sleeping.\n\n  \n\nHe could feel sleep slowly creeping up on him, which suited him just fine. Ah, beautiful slumber. Like an\u0026nbsp;\n\nold lover, he relished its approach. Its soothing embrace would conceal his problems, if only for the\n\nmoment, just as it always did.\n\n  \n\nHe felt himself wrap a wing about his bare shoulders. His bleary mind didn't even bother protesting the\n\nimpossibility of the event. He just accepted it. In a moment, it wouldn't matter. He would be asleep and it\u0026nbsp;\n\nwould all make sense when he woke up. He nuzzled the top of his head with the side of his face. Such a nice\u0026nbsp;\n\nway to drift off.\n\n  \n\nHe slipped over the edge of consciousness and plunged into the soothing lands of slumber. His senses darkened,\u0026nbsp;\n\nfading out one by one. As he blacked out, he felt her omnipresent voice welling up from the depths of their\u0026nbsp;\n\nheart. \"I love you.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;","series":{"name":"The Dragon and the human","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1314193-a-heart-bound.json"}}