A Study In Scales
Commission for Tygre
Deep within the cover of night, a dragon lurked. Weaving its way through the trees, it stalked its prey, following it through the forest. It was a lone man, an adventurer, with a rucksack on his back and a pride in the way he walked, something that told the beast he was confident, perhaps even courageous. The stranger nimbly ascended slopes and made his way around trees and branches with little effort. He knew this forest.
One thing he was not, however, was good at hearing. No matter how much noise the beast made, the traveller never seemed to pause. Perhaps he was scared, and fleeing without heed. Perhaps he was leading the dragon somewhere. But what man could possibly fell a beast? None, that's who.
The dragon watched as the man weaved his way through a pair of sharp rock faces, leading into a large valley clearing between two crescent shaped rocky hills. At the bottom sat an expansive pond, rich with wildlife, with the occasional tree dotted around the edge. This would have been a dragon's paradise, had any claimed it first. But it seemed to be remarkably empty. In the moonlight, the man's figure was illuminated. His clothes were otherwise standard and thin, but his lean, orange-furred body and striped bony shoulders showed he wasn't the average strong and bulky villager who lived in the town over. The dragon climbed up the cliff to the side and watched from above as the man, though more of a bipedal tiger, wandered around the water's edge, eventually sitting down.
This was an aptly named forest known as 'The Woods that Howled'. Even on Berk, such a dangerous forest was one that many didn't so courageously venture in to. For this tiger to be out here all alone must mean he's here for something rather important. Yet, even as the dragon watched him, he did nothing but sit and sketch, pouring over a book in front of him, writing in a journal with a tiny, crude piece of granite.
The dragon's form was illuminated in the pale moonlight. Its body rippled with midnight black scales, its green irises narrowed into slits. Its front legs were bowed and arched like a cat, its large black wings blocking out all the light from behind him. He was ready to pounce at any moment. For any tribesman on Berk, this dragon was a force to be reckoned with, a creature to avoid. A Night Fury. A beast so cunning, so agile that you were lucky to leave with your life.
But for this beast, all he had was curiosity. The malice in his swagger had dissipated long ago, and he found himself utterly baffled. Night Fury's were smart, with an intelligence far beyond their years, and an understanding of the tribal language like no other dragon. So, for this creature, for a man to be out on his own was an anomaly he'd never encountered before.
Desperate to know more, he leapt down, his legs bowing and cushioning his impact as he hit the dirt at the bottom of the valley, as quiet as a mouse. The feline didn't notice him until it was too late. As the traveller poured over his book, the light darkened around him, the moonlight blocked by a mass above him. When he turned and stared, he let out a shrill screech.
The Night Fury's attack, of sorts, was instant. He landed unceremoniously atop the traveller and leant his head down, grasping the hem of the man's tunic and tossing him across the valley with book in hand. The feline landed in a heap nearby, the book falling from his hands, but the beast landed back on top of him effortlessly before he could scrabble away, placing a large forepaw on the man's chest, holding him down.
"D-Don't eat me...!" The feline squealed, flattening his ears against his head and raising his hands to cover his face. The beast stared down at him, before his gaze flicked to the book on the floor nearby and he reached over, dragging it closer, flicking it open with a claw and looking down at the contents. There were sketches of dragons, of various sizes. Some up close, some from far away, with various scribbles he couldn't recognise. Some, however, were very clear: sketches of dragons in lewder positions, on their backs, some even lowering their upper torso. Toothless's eyes were drawn to the lines that made up their lengths, each more exotic than the last.
He felt something, then, a touch against his underside that caused the dragon to pause. The black creature shifted awkwardly and lowered its head, peeking underneath and staring between the small gap between the tiger's body and his own underside. There, he spotted the tiger's knee pressing up against his underside, mere inches away from the dragon's slit. The dragon snapped his gaze to the tiger's face and saw that he looked a little bit anxious, but the hint of a grin suggested something more. Was the tiger [i]deliberately[/i] teasing him? Or perhaps it was just some ruse?
In truth, the tiger, known simply as 'Tygre' to those around him, had always found solace in dragons. The majority of his tribes-folk assumed his interest in dragons was purely from a research perspective, but it was much more than that. If they really knew how deep his interest went, they would likely shun him completely. It was to that end that he spent most of his time out in the woods when he could, always "researching" one new species after another. A Night Fury, however...such a creature was practically legendary. To see one up close without being ripped to shreds was a miracle in itself.
Toothless stared intently into the tiger's eyes, feeling the feline's knee pushing and grazing against his underside, teasing him ever so gently. Tygre was admittedly all bark and no bite: it was taking all of his willpower just to touch the creature and hopefully stall him, but he didn't think he'd have the courage to follow through. A rumble escaped the dragon's chest and warbled up to its throat and the feline tensed, sucking in a breath, his tail standing on end.
The dragon's face grew closer and closer, those wide rectangular pupils watching him intently. If there was anything going for the tiger, it was his research on dragon behaviour: pupils that were dilated often meant they were calm and harmless: it was when those pupils narrowed to slits that he had to worry. The dragon's nose drew towards his face, and he could feel the beast's hot breath on his cheek, the reptile's claws grazing his chest, threatening to shred his clothes and the malleable skin beneath.
Instead, the dragons muzzle grazed against his cheek, dragging itself lower until it was touching against the feline's neck. Its dry nose swiped against his delicate fur and the Night Fury snorted, almost sneezing as the ticklish fur poked into his nostrils. Its eyes flicked and snapped from the tiger's face down to his chest and, slowly, the front paw began to move, its weight lifting from the traveller's chest. Tygre stared with wide eyes as the head trailed lower and lower, and he relaxed his leg, for fear of catching it on the dragon's chin.
The dragon moved his snout further down until his nose touched with the tiger's crotch. Thin cloth pants were in the way, but the bulge there was prominent. A hard mass nudged against the dragon's chin, betraying Tygre's arousal, even if he looked uneasy. Toothless reached up and hooked a claw into the waistband of the pants, nicking the fabric with the sharp end of his digit. As he pulled, the fabric began to loosen before suddenly ripping from a merest of mere tugs, shredding a thin line down the tiger's clothes, along the left side of his leg. The dragon stared at the ripped cloth in surprise for a moment, before he reached his claws up and simply swiped across the tiger's crotch. Tygre let out a cry of panic and tensed up immediately, mewling quietly to himself and praying for the safety of both his innards and his private parts.
What was said about Night Furies was often true: They were cunning and [i]precise[/i], and sometimes they liked to show off. The claws hadn't even grazed the tiger's fur, light and balanced enough to catch only his garments, cutting the front of his pants into tatters and exposing him completely. Much like the rest of his tribe, Tygre sported a sheath and rather feline cock, his cone-shaped member lined with barbs along its upper half, narrowing into a pointed tip. The barbed member pulsed against his stomach and the tiger looked pale, his tail rigid. He heaved a sigh when he realised he was still intact.
This had been the dragon's plan all along, it seemed. Toothless's nose instantly pushed against the feline's cock, and the barbs flared, poking against the reptile's sharp scales. Though the barbs were at least a little pointy, they did little to dissuade the dragon from exploring the traveller's member all over, his nostrils flaring and taking in the scent of the tribesman's arousal. He could tell from the heavy musk exactly how interested the traveller was and, in all fairness, the dragon was rather interested too.
Slowly, the dragon stuck out his tongue. Unlike some dragons, his fleshy appendage wasn't thin and forked like a snake, but thick and squishy like a human tongue, with its tip forked into two wedged points with a sharp dip in the middle. The fleshy tongue squirmed like a worm underneath the tiger's cock and pulled the member into an upright position. The dexterous tongue coiled around and the dragon opened his mouth. Tygre paled at the sight of his rounded, slightly sharp teeth, but his eyes widened when he saw them suddenly retract into the reptile's gums.
"Huh. No teeth...?" Tygre seemed surprised, but intrigued. He couldn't really fathom what was happening-- it was like a dream come true! To think he was this close to a Night Fury-- no, to be [i]fornicating with one[/i]-- was utterly baffling. No-one would believe him if he told them. This was a special moment, just for him.
A sigh escaped Tygre's lips as the dragon pushed his head down, the soft gums pressing around his twitching member, the barbs flaring and poking at the dragon's mildly sensitive tongue. The reptile pushed his mouth down and widened its eyes, marvelling at both the texture and the way it throbbed around his tongue, each twitch pulsing from base to tip. He could taste the sweet, mildly salty nectar of precum against his tongue, and his tongue briefly recoiled inside of his mouth, uncurling from the member to rest along the underside of the pulsing length, letting the tip ooze directly onto his tongue.
Tygre gulped nervously and reached out, wondering if he might be overstepping his boundaries. He placed his hand against Toothless's head, feeling the rough, coarse scales. The dragon snapped its head up and snarled briefly, keeping its teeth retracted. Tygre pulled his hand back and anxiously grinned, meeting the dragon's gaze. That penetrating stare made his fur bristle.
Slowly, the dragon pulled back. At first, Tygre felt a little crestfallen. He thought that he might have scared the dragon off, but when the dragon rose and stepped over him, he soon realised the creature had other ideas in mind.
For a brief moment, all he could see the the dragon's thick tail waving about in front of him, with brief glimpses of the moon overhead. Then, finally, the dragon moved above him completely and darkened his vision. He reached up and felt his hands touching with the same scales as before, though these felt a lot softer than the last. He looked between his legs to see the dragon's head lowering between his feet and staring at him, its head upside down. He soon realised that it was that dragon's hind end that loomed over him, and that his muzzle was likely inches from the dragon's haunches, perhaps more.
He soon found his hands roaming and touching, his curiosity getting the better of him. The gentle croons from the dragon guided him, sort of: Where the croons grew intense, he knew he was nearing somewhere important. When they died down, he knew he was moving further away. Tygre's attention ears flicked and twitched, twisted to listen to those sounds. Eventually, his hands touched with a strange piece of flesh, a taught tightness that clenched against his fingertip. A snarl escaped the dragon's lips and Tygre quickly retracted his touch, for fear of the repercussions. He could only assume he'd touched the 'wrong hole', as it were. So, instead, he moved his hands further along.
It was at that point that he found it, the thin line of the dragon's slit. It was slender and taut and difficult to feel, but the dragon's croons and the slight quivering of the creature's lower body told him he was in the right place. He pressed both hands to the sensitive spot as he felt a warmth around his member again. he looked down to see the dragon's mouth once again on his member, slathering around his barbed cock and coating it on heavy spittle.
Tygre gulped nervously, suddenly feeling on the spot. A [i]need[/i] to perform well, or face the dragon's 'wrath', as it were. He pressed his fingers to the outline of the slit again, feeling just how long it was, and guessed it to be about 6 or so inches. He pushed a finger against the taut flesh and found it to be surprisingly tight, resisting his advances. The more he toyed with the entrance, the lower the dragon's hips seemed to go, until Tygre found himself almost touching it with his muzzle. He couldn't think of anywhere he'd rather be. Licking his lips, he raised his head and got started.
Toothless's eyes widened and pleasure washed over him as Tygre's tongue met with his slit. The intoxicating pleasure was something that he rarely experienced on his own; it was true when they said that it felt a lot better when it was something else doing it. He'd spent many nights on his own pleasuring himself, but to feel another male's tongue against his slit was something else. Tygre's rough tongue added a whole other depth of sensations that made Toothless briefly tremble, digging his toes and claws into the dirt beneath them.
Toothless slid his mouth up and pushed down, curling his tongue around the member again, feeling every warm throb in his mouth. The tiger's purr amidst his tongue sliding against the dragon's slit told Toothless he was doing a good job, and Tygre's constant squirms and the scuffing of his heels said showed just how close he was already.
The effort that Tygre was putting into trying to pleasure the dragon was beginning to bear fruit. A thick, warm mass pushed against his mouth and he slid his head back, glancing down as he saw a thick, pink tip sliding from the slit, steadily growing in length and size. Tygre's tongue toyed with the slit, sliding against the sensitive flesh. As the slit parted, he tried his best to probe his tongue deeper, to get into the more sensitive areas. The more his tongue wiggled and squirmed, the more erect the dragon's cock seemed to get. Soon enough, the tip of the member was prodding his chest, sliding against the cloth tunic and weakly pulsing against his body. It was hard to see in the dim light, but Tygre already knew the cock was huge. He'd seen bigger, but it was still impressive.
The tiger felt a familiar pressure in his loins, quickly growing, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Tygre's hand descended and touched against the dragon's length, pressing against the sensitive flesh. It was incredibly warm, almost to the point of scalding, and even his bare touch made the cock violently throb and twitch against his fingers. Either the dragon was pent up and needy, or just inexperienced with being "handled" this way. Either way, he was delightfully sensitive.
The pressure was becoming too much. Tygre's heels scraped against the dirt until he managed to plant his feet on the ground, his muscles tensing. A groan escaped his lips as he pressed his mouth against the base of the dragon's cock, his hand gliding towards a thick, growing, bulbous knot that formed at the base of the member, feeling it throb against his palm. He pressed his knees together and pushed his hips up, gauging whether the dragon would complain about his thrust or not. When he heard a quiet rumble and a vibration around his cock, he sensed that it was agreeable. The tiger pulled his hips back and thrust again, beginning in on a quick and rapid rhythm, teetering himself over the edge with the aid of the dragon's warm, lovely tongue.
His body tensed, his breath hitching in his throat. In an instant, he orgasmed. His legs pressed against the dragon's wedged, oval-like head and he heard the creature rumble appreciatively from his climax. Thick spurts of cum shot from the end of his member, his ample-sized balls tucking up against his body, his cock convulsing with each thick throb. Rope after rope of cum shot into the dragon's mouth, where the creature's muzzled greedily flexed to swallow what shot against the back of his throat. Tygre's manhood seemed to be remarkably productive, for each spurt offered as much as volume as the last, pooling into the dragon's mouth. The lack of any dexterous lips made it difficult for Toothless to seal in what he could and some of that gooey nectar pooled down and dribbled down the tiger's cock.
Tygre rolled his head back and panted harshly, his hands still firmly clutching the dragon's member, feeling it twitch in his hand. A warmth spread across his stomach and he quickly equated it to heavy pre-cum, enough to soak his clothes and seep against the fabric of his tunic. It didn't bother him in the slightest: In that post-orgasmic glow, he found himself quietly staring up at the slit and tight asshole above him, lost in bliss, half-focusing on the warm feeling around his own cock.
Suddenly, above him, the dragon shifted and moved. Instead of clambering off of him or moving entirely, the creature instead pushed back, descending its behind over his body whilst dragging his cock along the tiger's chest. Tygre reached his hands up and pressed his grip on the base of the dragon's tail, unsure what the beast had in mind. It was only when Tygre found himself face to face with the dragon's quivering rump did he realise what the creature was asking. A smile played on his lips as he lifted his head, pressing his muzzle to the dragon's puckering asshole.
A growl escaped the dragon's mouth, but it wasn't one of anger or alarm, but of sexual frustration, with a hint of teasing in his tone. The dragon wriggled its hips as Tygre stuck out his tongue, circling the sensitive flesh with his scraping, feline appendage, smearing spit on the scales and flesh. The tongue around his cock rapidly coiled and uncoiled, and his sensitive post-climax member cried out for mercy, making him squirm and mewl just a little. After a moment, the dragon seemed to understand his plight and pulled his head back, releasing his half-hard member to avoid him any further discomfort. Still, Tygre persisted, tonguing at the dragon's asshole and threatening to push in at any moment.
Toothless rocked his hips down and sighed harshly through his nostrils, digging his claws into the dirt. The pleasure was intense. His cock ached for attention, but he wanted to last longer, to feel more. To that end, he was using the tiger for his own gain, but it was obviously the traveller was enjoying himself, his tongue probing and slathering against the beast's ass without a care in the world. Soon enough, Toothless began to feel Tygre getting more handsy, gripping onto his scales and prying his flesh apart as best as he could, spreading the dragon's tight ring and pushing his tongue deeper.
He couldn't get very far, but he knew the dragon needed a least a little preparation before the main event, even if he worried he might be getting a little head of himself. The dragon crooned in delight as the tongue stuffed deeper, but snorted in frustration when it couldn't muster past a couple of inches. Even so, Tygre was relentless, his tongue lashing around and smearing spittle at every angle, desperate to coat the dragon's inner walls with whatever drool he could manage.
After a few moments of heavy rimming and the sounds of the tiger's purrs and fervent lapping, the dragon deemed his work satisfactory and shifted off of him. The beast teetered and moved to the side, giving Tygre the clear view of the moon above. He turned his head to watch the dragon and stared as the towering, black-scaled creature stepped around the clearing until he was standing by the tiger's feet, his eyes wide and curious. His cock hung between his legs, swaying back and forth with enough rigidity to keep it off the ground, its tip occasionally leaking fluids. Tygre grinned anxiously, reaching down to grasp his still-hard cock and expectantly waggle it in the dragon's direction. If he was trying to tease the dragon, it looked as if it was working.
The creature stepped forwards over him, towering over his smaller frame until the dragon's front paws planted themselves either side of Tygre's head, effectively leaving him nowhere to turn. The dragon shuffled on his hind legs and angled his head down, looking once more between his body. It was much like the position they had been in before, only this time, Tygre was met with the tip of the dragon's twitching, aching cock. It idly throbbed in his direction and for a moment, Tygre was worried the dragon expected him to take it. There was no way he could fit something that big!
Luckily for him, Toothless had other plans. The dragon lowered himself down, bottom-end first, watching intently with his bright green eyes until Tygre's cock disappeared behind the reptile's large member, obscuring their vision. Tygre assumed fairly quickly what the dragon wanted. He slid a hand down and grasped the base of his member once more, angling it awkwardly and probing around, metaphorically in the dark, until his tip met with the familiar pink ring he'd been licking mere moments ago. When the tip of his cock touched with the dragon's pucker, Toothless let out a long sigh through his nostrils, his tail thumping against the ground. Despite his aversion to it when they first met, it was clear the dragon enjoyed all manner of things to do with his behind. Without warning, Toothless pushed his hips down.
Slowly, Tygre's cock sank into the dragon's behind, inch by inch. Tygre could already feel how tight Toothless was: it felt less like a one-in-a-lifetime experience, and more like uncharted territory. Had the dragon done this sort of thing before? Tygre couldn't be certain of that, but he was sure of one thing: the dragon's muscles were clenching down hard around his cock, milking him as much as they could. The tiger's barbs flared up against the sensitive flesh and prodded against Toothless's inner walls, but that only seemed to turn the dragon on more, who huffed through his nostrils and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations. Tygre reached his hands out and grasped at Toothless's legs, hoping to get some bearings and thrust up against him.
However, when his hands touched the scales, Toothless snapped his eyes open and pushed a front paw down against the tiger's chest, holding him down firmly. A snarl escaped the dragon's throat, his pupils narrowing for just a moment, before he closed his eyes again and returned to the same sensations. Tygre quickly understood that he had no active part to play in this: The pacing was out of his control. That was down to the towering, dangerous dragon above him.
Toothless rolled his hips and sunk himself down against the tiger's cock, until every inch of the barbed member was inside of him. His tail happily thumped against the dirt and grass, flinging dust and pebbles around the valley clearing. Slowly, the dragon raised his hips and slid off of the member, briefly halting when the barbs harshly pricked at his spasming inner walls, before he lowered himself and began a steady rhythm. He rode the tiger's cock, pleasured himself with the cock of a tribal man, his own twitching member pooling pre-cum against Tygre's chest, soaking through his clothes and into his fur.
For fear of what might happen, Tygre kept his hands off of the Dragon's body, making sure they were firmly by his side. A moan or two escaped his lips, and the dragon met them in kind with his own gentle croons of pleasure. His hips were slow and methodical, growing used to the feline's barbs and enjoying the pleasurable sensations, before he began to speed up, moving faster and faster. Eventually, his ass was meeting harshly with the feline's pelvis, making the tiger groan out in pleasure. Tygre's cock was being delightfully milked by the dragon's insides, each squeeze grasping every inch of his member, each quiver and tremble felt throughout the dragon's entire body.
The pressure began to rise again. Tygre wished he could last longer, but in such a thrilling and exhilarating situation, it was hard to perform to his usual standards. His breathing grew heavy and his eyelids fluttered, a breathy sigh escaping his lips as the pressure grew almost too much to bear. The dragon snorted and rode him like a carnal animal, giving into the sensations of lust and pleasure, its cock twitching violently against the tiger's chest. Clearly, the dragon had more stamina than him.
Suddenly, the pressure loosened, and the pleasure reached its peak. Tygre groaned out and reached up to place his hands on the dragon's knees. At that point, Toothless didn't care where the tiger's hands were: He pushed his hips down and rocked them back and forth, trying desperately to match Tygre's orgasm as his insides clenched and squeezed. The feral beast snorted in frustration as the tiger's climax, whimpering down at his own arching cock. Tygre knew immediately what to do: He reached down, clasping the pulsing member in his hands and firmly squeezing the tip. Pre-cum oozed from the end like a leaky faucet, and he scooped some up, sliding it across the dragon's throbbing member.
Toothless bowed his head down, the top of his head meeting with Tygre's own as the traveller furiously stroked the dragon's cock, feeling each powerful pulse that flexed the member from base the tip, watching the member swell to bursting. He knew that, like him, the dragon could take no more. He slid his hands down and gripped his fingers around the knot, giving it a firm squeeze. That was enough to send the dragon over the edge. Toothless froze like a statue, and his cock pulsed, his climax rolling over him.
Thick ropes of cum shot from the end of his knotted member, splattering across Tygre's face and dribbling down onto his neck and chest. Stray arcs of cum shot in all manner of directions, some of them missing the tiger completely and cascading down onto the rocks and grass behind them. Others simply dribbled and pooled down the dragon's cock, dripping onto the tiger's chest and around his hands. By the time the dragon was finished, Tygre looked thoroughly messy. He knew he'd have to wash himself clean later.
Toothless panted harshly, surprisingly out of breath for an in-shape dragon. His member's convulsions subsided and his half-limp cock flopped against Tygre's chest, smearing it with the leftover pre-cum and seed. The tiger rolled his head back and a sigh escaped his lips, taken by surprise by that sudden orgasm. He looked between them to admire the sticky situation that clung in strings between their bodies. Slowly, the dragon rose up and teetered off of him, sliding off of his member as the creature rolled over onto his back, his cock limp against his underbelly.
Tygre grinned and rolled onto his side, admiring the creature. Toothless met his gaze with innocent, wide pupils, and the tiger crawled onto all fours, shuffling across the grass closer to him. Toothless followed him with his eyes, watching as Tygre clambered over his tail and straddled it.
The feline slowly bowed his head and pressed his mouth to the dragon's used orifice, licking at his pucker once again. Toothless's eyes lidded over and he purred gently to himself, the tip of his tail wagging as the tiger admired his asshole and spread it with his thumbs, able to see a lot better with the moonlight above him illuminating the dragon's underside. He watched as dribbles of cum leaked from the dragon's behind, and he brought his tongue to the used hole, scooping up the cum and gulping it down. He sealed his lips around the puckering asshole and lapped at it with his tongue, slurping up whatever remnants of his own orgasm were found inside. The dragon seemed to appreciate the attention he was receiving, his breathing heavy.
It didn't take long for Tygre to clean the dragon up. By the time he was finished, the creature's behind was thoroughly clean, and the dragon's cock was blatantly asking for more attention. Tygre grinned awkwardly and was about to reach for it, but instead, the Dragon rolled over, letting his cock flop unceremoniously to the side. He hooked the man's tunic with a claw and yanked him upwards, against the dragon's chest. Tygre could feel the thick pulsing of the beast's cock against his back, but Toothless made no movements to have his way with the man, at least not in that moment. Instead, a wing swept over them, covering both their bodies and shielding the moonlight from them, like a shade. The warmth of the dragon against him was nice.
He wasn't sure what the dragon was planning at first, but he soon found out. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together: his long, deep breaths and his still movements quickly told Tygre the whole story: the dragon had fallen asleep! The tiger scoffed, but he didn't want to complain about it. Not many people got the opportunity to 'sleep' with a dragon. Instead, he closed his eyes and nestled against him. He hated to admit it, but his body was aching for sleep, too. Before he knew it, his breathing was matching the dragon's own, and sleep took him.
Tygre awoke to a warm feeling between his legs.
He stirred and blearily opened his eyes, blinded by the sun. He groaned and shielded his eyes, and a mass swept over the top of him, blocking out the light. He moved his hand away from his face and looked between his legs, his eyes widening at the sight.
There sat the dragon he'd met last night, in all his glory. In the sun, his black scales were magnificent, each one reflecting the sun above in its own unique way. What surprised him more than that, and more than the fact that it stayed with him, was its head wedged between his legs, and its thick, wet tongue sliding against his behind.
Tygre wasn't complaining, of course: that dexterous tongue was hitting all of his weak points, prodding and poking at every right angle, sliding into his behind with ease, but only by a few inches. The pleasure had already stiffened his member in his sleep and he found himself giddy with lust and desire. He reached a hand down to idly stroke himself, and a sigh escaped his lips.
Rather abruptly, the dragon pulled its head back, apparently surprised that he was now fully awake. Tygre grinned awkwardly and then looked down at himself, quickly realising he was still wearing his stained, tattered clothes. It would be impossible to return to the village like this, not unless he had a good reason for having ripped clothes and being covered in cum. The clothes he could explain well enough, but the dragon seed? That was a different matter entirely.
A croon snapped him back to reality, and Tygre watched as the dragon reached his head out and grazed against his cheek, nuzzling him a little. A chuckle escaped the tiger's lips and he reached up to press a hand to the dragon's neck, stroking along his scales. Maybe he could stay here for a little bit longer.
As if the beast had ready his mind, Toothless grasped the back of the tiger's tunic, dragging him across the valley clearing and into the shallow water. It was warm from the sunlight, but the sudden wetness, for a feline, was not a welcome experience. Tygre mewled in protest, and Toothless dropped him in surprise. Tygre's ass hit the bottom of the shallow water and his head remained above water, a pout spreading across the tiger's lips.
"Fine, I'll clean up." He complained, shrugging off his clothes and letting them float in the water and he quickly washed himself. Without any sort of soap or scrubber, it'd be hard to clear out the crusty stains in his fur, but a bit of soaking would soften them up. When the clumps of crust grew softer, he raked his hands through them to dislodge them and washed his fur, before lapping at it with his sandpaper-esque tongue in a very feline way.
By the time he was finished, he saw the dragon at the far side of the valley, staring down at something. Tygre wandered over, leaving his clothes to dry nearby.
"Whatcha got?" Tygre asked quietly and looked down to find his journal sitting open on a page about dragons. He crouched down, picking up the book and the piece of granite that sat nearby. He glanced over at Toothless and flicked to a blank page, scribbling. Toothless watched as the tiger drew out something that looked remarkably like him.
"How's that?" Tygre showed him the picture, and Toothless stared, wide-eyed, at the visual representation of himself, thoroughly bent over and displaying his cock. Tygre seemed fairly talented at translating his memories to paper, for the detail and shape of the cock was almost identical to the real thing. A rumble escaped his throat and he sat on his haunches, apparently rather pleased. Tygre shut the book tight and stretched his back.
"I should be heading back..." He muttered, wondering what the others might ask of him. If he could sneak into the village without being noticed, then he'd be fine, but...
He felt a warm sensation again, and looked down to see Toothless's head against his crotch again, lapping obediently at his sheath and plump balls. He paused when he caught sight of Tygre's gaze, his tongue mid-lick. A grin spread across the tiger's face.
"I guess I could stay for a little longer."