Like a Glove
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Natasha let out a low yawn as she walked through the street, heading home after a quick trip to the market that lay down the street from her family's inn. The streets were mostly empty, only the normal sounds of the night mixing with the light tinkling sound as the female's three earrings tapped each other. Sure, waiting on tables, fetching drinks, and cleaning up rooms wasn't the most glamorous of things she could be doing, but it made her family money. It was much better than working in a factory or mine. Or selling her body, she thought to herself as she glanced down an alley, seeing a female with her skirts hiked up, moaning quietly as a male pumped at her. Biting back a little giggle, she hurried past the alley towards her home, basket swinging from her grip.
The nineteen year-old darted through the gate leading to the rear of the Gold Rodent Inn and headed right for the well. Setting her basket on the ground, she picked up a bucket and hooked it to the rope before lowering it down. Within seconds, she heard the soft thump as it hit the water and watched the rope go slack. Whistling softly to herself, she watched as the rope slowly tightened up as the bucket took in water. Lowering the rope a little more, the ratonga teen began to reel it back up. This was the only bad part about fetching water, it was a pain in the tail to pull the bucket back up.
In moments she was panting as she held tight to the crank and turned it slowly, having to reach above her head when the crank went up. Natasha's grumbled curses and the sound of the crank's ratchet filled the air, mixing with the muffled sounds of talking and music coming from inside the inn. Just as she was getting ready to take a breather, it felt like the weight of the bucket suddenly left the rope. Panicked, she looked to see if the rope had snapped, but a smile graced her muzzle when she saw her pet holding the rope with his fore claws The blue-colored dragon was standing on his hind paws and was pulling the rope up, helping her. He looked over and purred at her, his tail waving. "Good boy, Clan." The dragon purred louder at her and heaved as she turned the crank as fast as she could.
When the bucket got high enough, she reached out and grabbed it, unhooking the handle and pulling it towards her. Nodding her head towards the basket she asked, "Can you grab that?" The feral dragon let out a croaking noise and scampered past her, bumping her thigh with his sides playfully. Grabbing onto the basket's handle with his teeth, the male lifted his head and pranced behind Natasha as they went in the open back door.
The kitchen was busy, preparing meals and drink for the travelers that were staying the night and the workers that were passing through on their way home. Clan slipped past her and stood on his hind legs, depositing the basket on the counter as the teen called out, "I got the stuff you wanted, Mom. Do you need anything else?"
A brown female standing near one of the stoves turned her head, "No, that's all for now. Francisco, get that platter out there now, not tomorrow! Where are you heading with that bucket of water?"
Natasha wasn't thrown off the least by her mother's sudden shift in attention, it was something that happened constantly and it wasn't uncommon for the older ratonga to address a half-dozen people at once. "Ol Gim spilled some ale on me earlier and I'm feeling rather sticky, so I was going to go wash up before turning in early."
Her mother waved a ladle, "Okay, but be careful if Clan follows you, you know what they say."
She was already across the kitchen and heading up the narrow stairs to her family's area of the inn, "I know, Mother, I'm soft and fit like a glove." Her voice dropped to a soft mutter, "Whatever that means."
Stopping at the top of the stairs, she waited for her eyes to adjust to the light coming in from the opened window at the end of the hall. After just a moment, she continued down the hall, bucket in hand, until she reached her door. Hitting the latch with her thumb, she opened up the door and stepped inside, keeping the door open for now. Putting the bucket on the table, she reached into a container and picked out a reed before returning to the kitchen. Weaving among the few people there, she took her reed and stuck it in the fire for a second. When the end caught flame, she cupped her hand around it and scurried back to her room, shutting the door behind her this time. Using the reed, she lit her lantern and twisted the dial a little to make the flame grow larger.
Blowing out the reed, she stuck it on the table for now and stretched her back out, glancing around the room now that she had some light. The room only had one bed, since she was the only one that stayed here. Well, just her and Clan, but he liked to sleep with her or curled up in a little nest she made for him. She had gotten the dragon from her father as a present, something from one of his adventuring buddies, when the drake had been fairly young. That had been ages ago, and the creature had been her friend and companion ever since. Thinking of adventuring led her to wonder about her brother and how he was doing. That was the real reason she had a room to herself, since her brother left to see the world it granted her the small luxury of a private room.
"I wonder how Will is doing," she asked herself as she stepped towards the bed. Reaching behind her body, she tugged at the ties that held her simple dress up, feeling it loosen the second the bow came undone. Uttering a silent prayer for him, she rolled her shoulders and let the linen gown slip down her body to pool at her feet, leaving her in just her tan blouse. Bending over, she gathered up the dress, revealing the fact that she wore no under garments to no one but the door. Standing up, she folded the dress over the back of a chair neatly, letting it air out till she could wash it in the morning.
Reaching to the bottom edge of her blouse, she gripped it and began to pull it up. Just as her breasts were about to be released into the cool night air, the latch of her door rattled then opened with a click. Natasha squeaked and spun around, her shirt falling to hide her shame as she confronted whoever was entering her room. A light blue head poked around the door and Clan croaked at her, grinning. "You gave me such a fright!" The dragon let out a whimper and lowered his head some, knowing that scolding tone of voice all too well. Dropping down to a crouch, she wiggled her fingers, "I didn't mean it like that, come on on, that's a good boy." Her voice dropped to a soft whisper, coaxing the dragon in. Extending his head out, he licked at her fingers, nuzzling them. "You just startled me is all, now be a dear and shut the door." Perking up, the dragon turned and nudged the door closed until it latched.
Taking off her top, she draped it over the same chair that held her dress. At nineteen years old, the ratonga was almost fully grown and developed, her breasts of moderate size. The majority of her pelt was the same, rich brown as her mother, but she also had a creamy white patch that ran from her crotch, up her belly, and the lower half of her face. Taking the basin off her dresser, Natasha set it on her table and poured the water from her bucket into it. Clan's head popped up to look over the table, the dragon meeping some as she dipped a cloth into the water. "Do you want a rub-down as well?"
The dragon perked up and came around the table, looking up at her as his tail wagged. Despite still being a young drake, he still stood at almost her height, his nose at the same level as her breasts. Which wasn't that impressive to most, considering that her people were far shorter than most. Squeezing most of the water out of the rag, she knelt and began to rub it across his neck and face, drawing soft purrs from the blue dragon as she cleaned him. There was one thing about cleaning up her pet, his leathery scales didn't hold onto dirt and other things as well as her own fur did. It didn't take more than a minute before she finished his upper half and the dragon dropped down to the floor, rolling over to expose his belly. Natasha smiles and gave his belly a tickle, drawing a chuffing noise from Clan before she started to rub his underside.
As she cleaned him, she couldn't help but glance between his legs and look at his slit. It looked similar to hers, except for the bumps at the bottom edge that she knew was his testes. She had always found that vent to be intriguing, even when she was younger. She had seen her father and brothers naked, so she knew that males of her species had sheathes and their balls on the outside, which made Clan all that much more exotic. As she cleaned him, the dragon began to purr deeper as the cloth drew nearer and nearer to his privates. When she ran the damp rag across his opening, she could almost swear that it was bulging a little. Must be the light, she told herself as she cleaned the dragon's tail. "There you go, nice and clean." The drake let out a noise that almost sounded disappointed, but rolled over onto all fours. He stretched out and wiggled his wings before walking over to the large basket she turned into his nest. Hopping inside, Clan curled up to watch her, eyes sparkling.
Wringing out the cloth, she dipped it in the cool water again. Sitting on the edge of her bed, Natasha started to lightly rub it over her fur. She wasn't wanting to to get a full bath, just enough to get the ale out of her fur. As she rubbed the cloth over her body, the ratonga grumbled about some of the patrons. Most of them would just get drunk and spill things on accident, but there were those, mostly travelers, that would spill things on her and the other servers in hopes of getting a glimpse of something through the wet fabric. Then there were the truly disgusting ones that wanted to pay her to lay with them, as of yet she had yet to find herself desperate enough to do so.
As she thought of laying with the patrons, a memory came up, as they were want to do. There had been a minstrel a few years back that came and spend the winter season at their inn. He had plied his trade each night, drawing more customers with his music and stories, and sharing his earnings with her family. In return, he got a warm bed and hearty meals for free. She had been the object of his attention, earning some flirtatious advances that eventually led to them sharing her bed. On several occasions. Letting her hand slide down to her thigh, Natasha let out a little sigh and smiled as she thought about Erin. Oh, she now knew that she was little more than a fling for him, and that he had never truly been in love with her. But the memories of their passionate nights together were far too sweet to forget.
Just thinking about the ratonga male brought a blush to her cheeks. Trying to move her mind away form it, Natasha began to rub at her thighs with the moistened cloth. Her mind drifted back to Erin again as her eyes drifted slowly closed, dropping the cloth to the floor. She could remember their evenings together as clear as if they had happened just the night before. The way his hand brushed her legs and traced up her thigh, his nails gliding through her short pelt to trace over her flesh. As she recalled the memory, her hand mirrored what his had done. Fingers danced towards her privates, following a little tune he hummed in her ear as he kissed it.
Already her heart was starting to beat faster, as it had so many nights ago, anticipation filling her body as her fingers tapped out a jig against her flesh. She found herself humming softly as she leaned back, holding herself up with one hand as the other continued the sultry samba. After what seemed far too long, the digits found their way to her slit, drawing a gasp from her as she slid her finger pads across the outer lips. Her mons was already puffy, swollen with blood at the memory of her Erin. Resting her hand on her labia, she let her middle finger rub up and down her lips a moment, finding the moisture that was already starting to gather there. A soft pant broke free of her lips as she lifted her body up, shuffling back onto the bed a little. Scooting higher onto the bed, she let her head fall back onto the pillow with a huff.
Lifting her other hand to her breasts, Natasha gently rolled one of her nipples between her finger and thumb. The flesh rose to a peak quickly, sending little shivers of pleasure racing through her body as she continued to toy with her own teat. Down below, that single digit that was rubbing against her body slipped forward, dipping into her body and making her shiver lightly. Hooking her finger up, she rubbed against a little hood, coaxing out her pearl with some gentle stroking. As she rubbed, the urge to pleasure herself grew more. Lifting her knees up, she bit her lip to hold back a gasp as she continued to finger herself. The scent of her feminine juice slowly filled the air, mixed with the growing scent of her arousal and sweat.
Rolling over onto her belly, Natasha rose up onto her knees, hiking her rear up into the air. Her bare tail lifted up and curled to the side, exposing herself to the memory-lover. Withdrawing her finger for a moment, she held her breath as she fantasized Erin moving over her and kneeling between her legs before pushing forward. At the same time he entered her, she drove two fingers into her body, making her spine arch with a soft gasp. Grabbing a handful of the sheets in front of her, she began to pant louder as she worked those fingers in and out of herself at a frantic pace. That was one advantage the memory had over the real Erin, with the memory he could last long enough to truly please her. It wouldn't take long tonight, since it had been a while since she could take a private moment to herself. Already she could feel it building up in the pit of her stomach, churning and building up.
Natasha began to breathe heavily, her thighs and tail trembling as she worked her fingers faster. She could feel it, her climax, circling her like a beast in the dark. Just waiting to pounce and render her helpless to it's desires. All it would take to trigger her peak was a little touch to a certain spot inside of her body that she found some time ago during one of her play sessions. Panting, she grabbed at the bedding with her hand as her rear lifted higher, her juices coating her fingers as they slipped in and out of her tunnel faster. Just a little more...
A chirping noise from the dragon penetrated the haze of her pleasure, but didn't quite throw her out of the mood. "Not right now, Clan." The sound of claws scrabbling followed by the creaking of the bed made her withdraw her hand from her privates, placing it on the bed as she started to sit up more. "I'll play with you in a..." she didn't get to finish the sentence as the dragon reared up, planting his forepaws on her rear. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but the scent, sight, and sound of her playing had aroused her companion. Now, he was erect and ready for his first mating session. Holding onto Natasha's rear, he took a blind stab, guided by nothing more than instinct. His first thrust was too high, his cock pressing against her flesh then sliding up between her ass checks.
The feeling of that hot, erect flesh sliding against her fur made her still for a moment. Without even thinking, she arched her back more as he pulled back, lifting her rear for the dragon. Clan's next thrust was a hair too low, rubbing against her labia. A slight shift of her hips and a step forward from him was all it took for the next push to find it's mark. His cock slipped into her body, spreading her tunnel open far better than her fingers ever could. Thanks to the angle that she had assumed, the blunt tip of his spear grazed across that spot as it slipped deeper into her body.
Grabbing onto the sheets, she held on tight as her knees slipped back, a gasp tearing itself from her mouth as the feral made her orgasm. As she peaked, he pushed forward until his body thumped against hers solidly, the dragon purring in delight as his mouth dropped open. Stepping forward, he let his legs press against the outside of her thighs as he hunched over her rear. Gripping her hips with his paws, Clan jerked his body backwards until just the tip was resting inside her. The next thrust felt even better, and so did the one after that. Each time he dipped his wick into her, it felt even better than the last, it was simply wonderful. Purring louder, he rocked his body quickly, sliding his pole in and out of her body with a lewd, wet noise.
The feeling of the scaled hide slapping against her own short fur was exotic, even if the reckless abandon with which she was fucked was all-too familiar. Almost every time Erin took her, he would just push in and start pounding away like this. It felt good, but maybe she could train Clan to take his time. Her cheeks flushed bright red under her fur as she realized she was thinking of letting the dragon mount her again. It was starting to feel good again though, since he hadn't let up after sending her over the edge. He felt so good inside of her, stretching her in just the right ways to make her squirm on her bedding. Natasha's jaws quivered as she let out a soft moan, her head swimming as she let the dragon do what came naturally.
Clan whined happily over the female, his body slapping against hers as his tail rubbed the sheets. He had never felt anything this good before in his life, and he wanted to feel so much more. Each of his thrusts pushed his young prick as deep as it could go into the female's warm embrace. He felt a strange tightness forming in his belly and uttered a low whine as his body rapped against her rear faster. His wings began to to pump, causing him to drive forward into her harder, lifting her rear a little. Opening his mouth, he began to huff louder, small bits of flame trickling from his nostrils and mouth. The knot in his stomach grew tighter and tighter, making him shorten his thrusts. Within seconds he was barely moving, his body just rocking against hers as fast as it could, then it hit him. Shoving forward, he let out a deep purr as his balls twitched, unleashing his first load of cream into the ratonga's belly. The young drake shifted his hips a little, gasping as his overly sensitive cock rubbed her insides before falling out. It gave a few last spurts, spraying his seed over her thighs, rear, and onto her bed.
Natasha's blushed darkened when she felt her pet cram his cock into her and start to cum. Her eyes had just began to drift closed when she felt him slip out and splatter her with some of his seed. It felt hot, far hotter than Erin's had been. The teen felt dirty in more ways than one, having just let her pet dragon rut her. Not just that, but also having him spill his seed onto her thighs. Clan shifted off her and sat back on his haunches, panting heavily as he looked over the female. Feeling him move off her body, she rolled over onto her back, laying with her legs spread on either side of the drake. Looking down, she could see that semi-erect cock of his resting between his legs. Lifting her head up some, she examined the mess he had made and panted; "I hope you plan on cleaning this up," she scolded playfully.
With the energy of youth, the dragon let out a little barking noise and dropped onto his belly. Lifting his paws to her legs, he held onto her limb and began to lick at her fur, cleaning it with long sweeps of his tongue. Natasha couldn't help but giggle at the dragon, laying her head back with a soft huff. His warm, velvety tongue slid over her body, lapping up his seed and the traces of her juice that had run down her thighs. Curious, she reached down and rubbed around her outer lips, gathering up some of the mess he had made on her fingers.
Lifting the digits, she looked at them and sniffed slowly. The dragon's cum was thick and had a bluish tint to it. Curious, she licked along her fingers slowly, tasting his seed. She had tasted a male's cum before, but this was different. The flavor was stronger, but she couldn't quite place what it tasted like. It was good though, maybe later she'd roll Clan onto his back and give him a little blow job, get some right from the source. It was strange, but she was already getting more comfortable with the idea of having sex with her pet and friend.
The dragon's bright eyes watched as she took some of the mess and tasted it herself, his tail waving slowly behind him. Clan had always liked the taste of Natasha, a nice mix of drinks, food, sweat, and her own personal flavor. Tonight, she tasted much better. The saltiness of her sweat, the tempting flavor of those juices that came from her hole, everything was just much better. Finishing his work on her thighs, the dragon wiggled his body up between her legs, feeling her limbs parting for his head. Bringing his muzzle up close to her pussy, he sniffed at it for a moment. This was the source of the scent that had aroused him, even now he could feel his blood starting to heat up again. His tongue flicked out of his maw, flicking across her privates briefly. The taste was incredible!
Opening his maw up, he dove forward, pressing his lips to hers. A deep purr rattled up through the male as his tongue snaked out of his mouth and wormed its way into her body. He could taste himself inside her, but as his tongue lapped up his cream, he began to taste more of her flower's nectar and his heart began to beat faster. Up above, he could hear a soft complaint from the ratonga, but he didn't pay it any heed. He knew what he wanted, and it was right in front of him. Pursing his lips, he pressed them against her entrance and suckled on it softly, his tongue continuing to dance around her insides. Her thighs pressed against his body, urging him onwards, squeezing him gently. Opening his lips again, he looked at the strange, little pink thing between her folds. Closing his lips around it, he began to slurp on it, thinking it to be a teat where he could get more of that juice.
Natasha was taken by surprise when the dragon began to eat her out, "Clan, what are you do..oooOOhhh..." her voice trailed off mid-way through her token complaint. Pressing her legs together a little, she let out a breathy sigh as his maw began to work at her faster. Then, he began to suckle on her clit. Oh gods that felt so good! Grabbing onto the bed, she began to pant louder, her hips undulating up against his maw as her pleasure soared. Down below, Clan popped his lips off her clit and sniffed it before nuzzling it some, drawing little gasps and jerks from the female.
Looking up at her, he opens his maw wide then closes it around her body. Rubbing his canines against her clit lightly, he let his tongue slide into her and twirled it. This made her twitch again and he was rewarded with a fresh surge of her juices. He purred happily, sending low vibrations into her body, as his tongue swept around her insides. Already he could feel her starting to contract around his tongue and quiver under his actions. Purring louder, he wiggled his maw against her pussy, his tongue stroking along the upper side of her vagina. This got a different reaction from her. She tensed up and let out a deep groan, her body jerking rhythmically as she arched her back off the bed. Pulling his head back, he let out a curious chirp, wondering if he'd hurt her.
Oh great gods above, she couldn't believe that he made her cum so fast or so hard. Laying there on the bed and panting, she couldn't begin to think of the last time she had felt something so good. Looking down at him, she smiled and gave her belly a pat, "That's a good boy, come on up here." Purring at her, the dragon wiggled his body up over hers, pressing his belly to hers. Wiggling his muzzle under her chin, he nuzzled into her neck and purred deeply, his tail wagging behind him. Natasha giggled a bit, but couldn't hide the blush as his eager wiggling rubbed his once-more erect pole against her thigh. Sliding a hand down, she moved it between their bodies. Clan rolled to the side a little, meeping at her. Gripping his cock, she rubbed it with her hand for a second. The dragon let out a groan and hunched his hips forward, thrusting into her hand. Angling him down a little, she rubbed his tip around her entrance before pushing him in a little.
The second she pulled her hand away, the dragon shoved back into her with a groan, his tail twitching behind him. She let out a pleased sigh as he filled her once more, getting deeper into her body this time. He powered forward, pushing deeper into her than any male had been, not stopping until his male slit was pressed against hers. Natasha let out short, lusty gasps for air as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto the dragon as he began to thrust against her. So this was what they meant when they talked about fitting like a glove. It felt like his cock was filling every inch of her nook, simply glorious.
Clan grabbed onto the blanket as his body thumped against the ratonga's form, his scaled sac slapping softly against the base of her tail. This felt even better than last time, she was so warm and inviting around his member. Not to mention the feeling of her arms wrapped around his neck and her breasts pressing against his chest, but there was something poking against him. Sitting up a little, he craned his head down and sniffed at her breasts, looking at the dark nipples. Flicking his tongue across one, he was rewarded with a sharp gasp from Natasha and feeling her rub his head and moan at him. Nuzzling into the mounds, he decided that he should explore them later, when he had less pressing matters to attend to.
Laying on top of her, he began to thrust faster, feeling her soft pelt rub against his scales. Closing his eyes most of the way, the young drake pumped against her quickly. She was so very warm and inviting, that fleshy tunnel squeezing at him and inviting him deeper into her. The bed began to creak, the ropes that held up her crude mattress rocking slightly as he picked up the pace. Neither of them paid it any mind, instead focusing on the carnal dance they were engaged in. Natasha's hand ran over his neck and back as she moaned wordless sounds of encouragement. What he lacked in skill and experience, the young drake made up for in vigor and sheer energy. Given some time, he could become quite the lover, far better than her fingers and fantasies.
Grabbing onto her hips with his paws, the drake lifted her rear up, letting him get just that little bit deeper. A needful whine broke free of his muzzle as his wings began to pump above them again, stirring the air around. She gasped and curled her legs around his waist, squeezing the drake and working to urge him onward with soft moans and pants. His fingers dug into her flesh, trimmed claws prodding at her rear as that whine built up in his throat. Once more, inexperience won out fairly quickly, and less than a minute after he started, the dragon pushed forward and shivered as he began to cum. His wings gave a few last little twitches as he emptied his sac into her, a look of bliss on his muzzle.
In seconds, he was done and they both fell back to the mattress. Clan let out a low huff as he snuggled down on top of the female rodent as her hands rubbed his back. "Sleepy time for the dragon," she crooned, smiling as he chirped softly and snuggled against her. Natasha lay her head back with a soft pant, smiling at him. They had both gotten two climaxes out of the evening's fun, so they were even. She just wondered how much better he would get as he got older.