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This is the second day of the anniversary weekend. Same things regarding the first one in this one. As before, please comment.

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Day the Second

Angelo sighed softly as the sunlight slanted over his face, the early morning light coming in over the forest and through the skylight through some devious trick of the light. It slid over his eyes, and no matter how he adjusted himself, he couldn't get it out of his eyes. Not that he could adjust himself that much, considering his position, and who he was in bed with.

Warm, scaly arms wrapped around his chest and his belly. He could feel the broad chest of his mate pressed against him from behind, and he smiled softly at the warmth his dragon shared with him. Draconicon was so close that when he breathed, Angelo could feel it brush across the back of his neck, ruffling the fur lightly. It tickled him, just a little bit, but enough to make him squirm a little. Not enough to break the grip of the arms, but enough to make the dragon stir behind him.

He paused, wondering if Draconicon was waking up. When the dragon pulled him a little closer for a second, and relaxed his arms a second later, it was apparent that he wasn't. Sighing to himself, Angelo leaned his head back, looking up through the skylight.

It was a beautiful day, already. The morning light gleamed across the dawn sky, turning it a beautiful shade of red and orange. Bits of blue glimmered through the clouds, where the sunlight wasn't reaching just yet, and it made for a wonderful mixing of colors, reminding him of how well nature could put on a show, for those that would take the time to watch it.

Still, he wasn't sure that he wanted to stay in bed all morning. Raccy was hungry, and this was their anniversary weekend. He didn't want to spend it all sleeping. Cuddling, yes, but Draconicon was asleep! It wasn't as fun, cuddling a sleeping dragon. But...

Angelo giggled a bit as he thought of a way he could wake his master and mate up. He knew Draconicon wouldn't mind it, and he knew that he certainly would enjoy pleasuring his master that way. Squirming and wiggling his way free of the dragon's arms in a way only he could, he slunk under the blankets and made his way down, down, down.

He made his way past the dragon's crotch, past the little nubs of the balls, to the spot that he loved quite a bit. He reached out his hands, and cupped the dragon's feet, rubbing along the arch, from heel to toe, and back again. It was a little bit slick from the night's lovemaking and heated moments, and the night under the thick blankets and sheets wouldn't have helped them all that much. They would be slick, and they would need cleaning.

Tongue cleaning.

Giggling a little more as he managed to stick his head between the feet, one laying against either cheek, Angelo took a few little sniffs of his master's feet. They were quite musky, a little salty, but nothing like they had been a few weeks ago, when his mate had decided to test his stamina with foot licking. He shivered at that thought, and felt his morning wood grow a little harder, a little more eager behind the cock ring.

His eyes went wide as he thought of the cock ring on his member, and all the arousal of the previous night, all the need that had been suppressed by his sleep, came rushing back into his mind. He flinched at the need that filled his body, the desperate urge to rip the cock ring off and jerk off, or to use his master's feet to give himself relief. He almost reached down and did just that, more than willing for a moment to disobey his master's command to get pleasure, to let his swelling balls be emptied, if only for a few hours.

But he stopped himself at the last minute, grabbing his descending hand by the wrist and pulling it away. He pulled it to his mouth, and actually threatened himself with his teeth if it wouldn't behave. It worked, and it stopped trying to go down to his crotch.

Shivering, he paused before the feet of his master. That had been a close call. He hadn't needed to cum this much for a long time, a very long time. He had thought he'd be able to control himself, particularly since it was just thirty six hours that his master limited him to, but it was proving harder than he'd thought. That had been far too close for his comfort, and he would have to keep an eye out for any further urges, and make sure that they didn't get that strong again.

Taking a deep breath and filling his nose with the scent, the musk of his master's feet again, Angelo grinned. "Cock will get relief tonight," he muttered to himself, squirming forward until his nose pressed right against the ball of his master's foot, just under the toes. "Right now, Master needs to wake up so pet can get breakfast and not be cranky."

He eagerly licked his way along his master's large, scaly feet. They were squirming back and forth under the assault of his tongue, and he moaned softly as he felt his master's cock grow against his legs. Due to their height differences, his feet were against the dragon's shoulders, while his cock was against the dragon's legs, with his master's member between his thighs. Squeezing his legs together to tease the growing dragon dick between them, Angelo made sure to keep his master stimulated.

Tongue lashing against the toes and the arch, Angelo felt his master stirring more and more, slowly growing more alert, slowly pulling himself out of sleep. The more that his master stirred, the faster and more enthusiastically he licked at the feet. He licked in long, slow licks, and frantically quick ones, each and every stroke of his tongue filling his mouth with the excellent taste of his master's feet, and making him moan in return.

Before he could completely finish cleaning his master's feet, though, he felt his ankles grabbed in a firm grip. He was tugged back from the feet, pulled until he was held back from Master's feet. He whimpered a bit from his place under the blankets, trying to get back to cleaning off his master's feet.

Then he felt his master's tongue against his feet, and he stopped pulling. That flexible tongue wiggled across his feet, back and forth and up and down. The forked tip pressed against his toes, tickling in between them as it picked at the little pockets of sweat that he knew from experience were pooled there. He giggled a bit at the tickling sensation, but stayed as still as he could.

That was difficult as hell, though, considering the dragon's knowledge of just what made him tick. He shivered and giggled under the covers, sure that he looked absolutely ridiculous to his dragon master from where he lay. More than that, this was making his own arousal harder and harder to ignore, in more than one way.

Now that he was pulled up further, giving the dragon access to his feet, he felt his cock rubbing against the dragon's morning wood. Both of them were leaking a great deal of pre, and both of them were getting harder and harder, their cocks jumping against one another in eagerness for an orgasm. Angelo knew that the dragon's cock was the only one that would get relief, but he couldn't help wishing for his own cock to get the same consideration, the same relief.

Of course, that didn't happen. His cock remained throbbing, pulsing, desperately fighting against the cock ring around its base, while the dragon's member spat cum against his groin. It rubbed into his fur, making it slick and wet, and dribbled down his balls, making him shiver at the warm sensation. Instinctively, he humped down against his master's groin, against his genital slit, for stimulation, for release.

He blushed as the dragon actually had to stop him, since he couldn't control himself well enough to do that himself. Pulled by the leash from under the blankets, Angelo blushed as he looked up at his master's face. The dragon was smiling down at him, though, so that made the blush not quite as bad.

Draconicon nuzzled him lightly, kissing him on the cheek. "Thanks for waking me up, my love," Draconicon whispered to him, kissing him on the other cheek. "That was a fun thing to feel, first thing in the morning," he added, kissing him on the forehead as well. The dragon's white eyes looked down on him with so much love that Angelo thought that his blush would come rushing back in full force just from looking at his mate.

Instead, he felt the same love bubbling up in him, the same strength of passion and love, and leaned up and kissed his love on the lips. Chaste, he nevertheless pushed against his dragon's scaly lips enough to make his love clear.

After he pulled back again, he giggled lightly, and stroked his master's cheek. "I'm glad you liked that, Draconicon. I love making you happy...and I have to say, I love cleaning your feet. Never thought I would like doing that to anyone, before I met you," he said with a little giggle. "But now, there are times when I almost can't wait to get down to your feet, kissing and licking them."

"I know, love, I know," the dragon said, holding him tightly. "Your feet are just as much a treat to me, with their silky pads, their soft fur, and wonderful shape, with the wiggling toes and grasping toes, so eager to touch and be touched," he said with a sigh. "I can't get enough of them...but that's going to have to be for later, I think."

Draconicon pulled himself off of the bed, and threw the blankets back onto the bed, covering Angelo with them. By the time that the raccoon had squirmed out of the covers, the dragon was at the door, and he was smiling over his shoulder at Angelo, his naked body in a pose that flaunted his looks. "You stay right there, my pet. I'll be right back with breakfast."

Angelo watched the dragon walk away with a smile on his face as the dragon walked away, and let himself slip back onto the bed. "Master is so good to me," he muttered to himself, hugging himself with a wide grin and wondering what his master would feed him.

~~~

Draconicon smiled to himself as he walked down the stairs to the first floor of their little cabin, and made his way to the large grill stove that he'd installed when the cabin was built. He pulled some butter out of the refrigerator and spread it over the grill's surface. It didn't take long for the grill to heat, but he liked to have the butter or oil already on the surface as it heated up. It seemed to work a little better.

"Let's see..." he muttered as he looked up through the cupboards and through the refrigerator. He'd had them restocked last week, so everything was moderately fresh. "What would Angelo most like to eat for breakfast today, I wonder...besides fish, of course," he chuckled to himself.

As the grill heated up, he pulled out some eggs, and he pulled out some potatoes, finally getting a good idea of what would work well to feed a hungry dragon and a ravenous raccoon. At least for a while, until they were able to get to lunch. That's where the real feast would be, he knew. Chuckling to himself, the dragon pulled out a small spatula, and got to work.

The kitchen was one place where he was quite comfortable, more so than any other place save for with Angelo or in a library, or a bookstore. He loved to cook, and it was something he was good at. "Gotta be good at something, after all," he muttered to himself as he cracked six eggs over the grill, grinning at they started turning white almost instantly.

He slid over to the counter space, and started chopping the potatoes up into little bite size pieces, his tail reaching over to the spice rack a little bit above the grill. He yanked down some sage, some cayenne, and a few other spices, seasoning the potatoes as he cut them up. "Can't have bland food," he muttered. Still, he kept the flavor a little weaker than he would for himself. One firebreather in the relationship was enough, and besides, he wanted to feed his raccoon, not make him run to the river to relieve a burning mouth.

The eggs were watched from the corner of his eyes, and he was quick with his knife, so he was able to spread the cut up potatoes onto the grill just as the eggs needed to be flipped over. He examined the undersides, now the tops, and smiled as there wasn't the slightest hint of a burn on them. Perfect.

Pulling the refrigerator door open, he pulled out the hot sauce and the Worcestershire sauce. The latter was poured over the potato chunks to give them a little more flavor, while the former was put onto a tray. He quickly added a few plates to the tray, and then turned back to the eggs. They were just about...done.

He plated them up, and put them to the side. The potatoes would take a little longer, he judged, so he pulled out a few pieces of sausage from the refrigerator as well. He chuckled at their appearance, and playfully stroked a claw along one of them. "Just like little dicks. I have such a dirty mind," he muttered to himself.

Sliding them onto the grill, moving them a little closer to the potato pile, he allowed their mutual flavors to mix. The sausage flavor would keep the potatoes from becoming too bland, and the potatoes and their spices would allow the sausage to have a little bit different of a flavor. He loved differences in cooking.

Plating up the meat and potatoes a few minutes later, he grabbed a cup of water for Angelo and a bit of orange juice for himself, and walked back towards their bedroom. He paused at the staircase to slap his forehead. "Salt and pepper, can't forget that," he muttered, turning around to grab it. Taking a moment to make sure that he had everything, he counted off the stuff on the tray and compared it to a mental checklist of all the stuff that he planned to use for their meal.

Satisfied, he made his way up the stairs.

It didn't take long to get back to the bedroom, but he stopped beside the door. He had a sudden premonition of a raccoon waiting on the other side, waiting to pounce the meal that was being delivered. As much fun as a raccoon pounce could be, it wouldn't do to have the food sent flying through playfulness. Ducking down and placing the tray on the floor, Draconicon slowly pulled the door open from a crouched position. He yanked his hand back just after pulling it back about an inch.

It was just barely in time, as Angelo tackled the door. He must have expected the dragon to break his fall or something, because he looked quite surprised when he kept flying and flipped over, landing against the wall with his head on the floor and his feet in the air. He looked so confused that the dragon couldn't help chuckling at him, even as he offered a hand to help him up.

"Thought you'd practice hunting me, or were you just in a playful mood, Angelo?" Draconicon asked as he pulled his raccoon up to a more conventional vertical position.

"Bit of both, I guess," Angelo said with a shrug, and a wince, rubbing the back of his head. "Ow...couldn't you have been a cushion, just this once? That wall's hard!"

Draconicon shrugged a little bit, leaning down and picking up the tray. "I could have, I suppose," he said as he stood up again. "But if I had, what would have happened to all the food that I made for you? Flown all over the walls, and I'd have to make breakfast again. Now, I imagine you want to have a good breakfast now?" he asked, offering the tray to the raccoon, wafting the odor of the food to his nose.

He grinned at the suddenly happy look on Angelo's face, and immediately held out a hand to forestall another pounce. "Let's get back to the bed first, hmm?" he said as he picked up the leash from the floor, leading his pet back to the bed while carrying the large tray one handed.

Angelo didn't give him any trouble with that. He knew the raccoon likely wanted his food and now, but they were going to eat together, and carefully, in bed. In his head, he knew that careful eating wasn't going to happen with a ravenously hungry raccoon as your partner at a table, anywhere. Still, he wouldn't mind a little cleaning later, so long as they got to eat together.

Reaching the bed, he put the tray down in the middle, and tugged Angelo onto the bed on the opposite side of the tray. "Look good, love?" he asked, reaching down for the salt shaker, quickly sprinkling a bit of it over his food. "I hope you like it."

"Mmmm, Draconicon, it looks great!" Angelo said, rubbing his paws together and grabbing his silverware in a blur. He clicked them together a few times, and managed to say, "Itadakimasu" before lunging down and pulling the food into his mouth. Reassured by his love's enthusiasm, Draconicon followed suit, eating the food with a wide grin on his face, adding hot sauce where needed.

The two of them were silent as they enjoyed their food, the room silent as well except for the occasional moan of appreciation for the food. Both dragon and raccoon were enjoying themselves immensely with the food prepared, and neither wanted to interrupted their food experience until they were done with what they had.

That took a while, considering the sheer amount of food on their plates. Angelo was the first to finish, unsurprisingly. He leaned back on the bed, patting his belly lightly in happiness, and he looked over at the dragon in gratitude for the meal. Draconicon smiled back at his raccoon, and used his tail to rub his belly lightly as he finished up his own last few bites of food.

Food finished, Draconicon piled the plates together and pushed the tray off to the side before lowering it to the floor. He slid over the blankets to his mate, and wrapped his arms around him. They lay back against the bed, him reclining, his raccoon lying on his chest. They stroked one another, his scaly hand rubbing down Angelo's back, while Angelo's furry one stroked his chest.

He smiled softly at his beloved, and leaned down, kissing him on the forehead. "No matter how messy you eat, Angelo, it's always good to see you appreciate my cooking," he said, knowing the teasing remark would make his raccoon blush.

And blush he did, giggling a bit as well as he nuzzled his way against his scaly chest. "Well, can you blame me? I have a great cook for my mate. I'd be crazy to let it go to waste," the raccoon whispered.

"I'm glad you like it so much, my love," he whispered, leaning down and kissing him on the cheek. He leaned back again with a sigh of contentment, just allowing himself to enjoy the closeness. They cuddled a lot, but it was always something special to him. There was a passion, a love, a warmth, for lack of a better term, when they were together like this. It felt like their spirits, their souls, reached out and held one another when they were this close, and it made his heart warm with love at the thought of the two of them being so close to each other.

Slowly, Draconicon wiggled a wing out from behind his back, and wrapped it around his love. He continued stroking Angelo's back the entire time, his eyes closed to slits, as he wrapped his leathery wing around his mate. It worked like a blanket, and a curtain, giving them warmth and a semblance of privacy. What things they did behind the wings were theirs to know, and for any other to never know.

~~~

Angelo smiled softly as he wiggled himself free from his spot under the wings, shivering a little bit at the light breeze that filled the house. It was more than a little warm under the dragon's wings, and returning to room temperature was always a bracing experience. It hadn't helped that they had made love in there, as well, making it all the hotter.

His dragon grabbed him by the tail before he could get off the bed. Turning with a lifted eyebrow, Angelo cocked his head to the side. All Draconicon did was point under his tail.

Looking down, Angelo blushed a little bit. His tailhole was still leaking dragon cum, a lot of it. "Well, aren't you a top producer, Draconicon," he muttered, leaning down and rubbing his hole a bit. Some of the cum leaked out onto his hands, and he wiped it off on one of the blankets. It would be going to the laundry later, anyway, so that wouldn't hurt it a bit.

"Better, Draconicon?" he asked, spreading his legs a little bit to show off his hole. He felt the bed shift a little bit as the dragon moved forward, and he half expected a finger to rub along his hole, like a rubber glove was rubbed along a table during inspection.

Instead, Angelo felt his dragon's lips, then his tongue against his hole. He nearly jumped out of his skin, but Draconicon's hands around his hips kept him from pulling back. The insistent pull back was a not so subtle encouragement to stay right where he was, as well.

That forked tongue slid up his hole like a tentacle, slipping around and stroking along his insides like nothing else that he could have imagined. Slumping forward, keeping his rear in the air, Angelo moaned to the heavens, his tongue slipping from his mouth as he drooled slightly. He panted softly, pushing his butt back against the dragon's face, pushing him to use more of his tongue inside of his rear.

Seconds later, that forked tip found his prostate. The raccoon's eyes went wide as his prostate was fondled, touched, stroked by that tongue. It was making his cock harder and harder, something he didn't think was possible after last night and what they had just done. His cock ring was bulging around his cock, making it almost painful at the base. His cock screamed for release each time that tongue rubbed against the sensitive little knot of nerves in his hole, begging for the release that it needed. Each touch made its screaming louder and louder, harder and harder to ignore. He needed release, needed it so badly.

His master gave him no mercy. Each touch continued as if the raccoon was doing nothing, as if he wasn't whimpering in the most desperate of need. It seemed like the licks would continue until he went mad, until he was driven to insanity from the pleasure building up inside of him.

Either his master had mercy on him, or he was finally clean enough back there for the dragon to be satisfied with, all the cum either eaten or drained away. The slim, limber tongue slowly made its way out of his chunky butt, the tip sliding over his balls before pulling back into the dragon's mouth. His master chuckled softly, and finally let him go.

Jumping down to the floor, Angelo slowly turned back to his master and offered the end of the leash to his dragon. "Will you walk me along, master?" he asked, shaking the end of the leash around a little bit.

"Of course, my pet," Draconicon said with a small smile. He took the leash with a small smile of his own, stepping off of the bed. He only stopped to grab a robe from the closet on the other side of the room, not bothering to grab any clothes for Angelo. That didn't bother him a bit. If master said that he would walk around naked, then he would do that, even if it embarrassed the heck out of him. He blushed a bit at the thought of going out into the forest like this, but if that was what master wanted...

He followed his master down the halls and then down the stairs. They walked across the divided first floor, with the paper walls assembled so that they resembled a hall from the stairs to the door, leaving most of the rest of the space covered. He guessed that his master had done something earlier, something that would be a surprise until later, and that thought made him grin. Angelo almost stopped to look inside one of the rooms, but he was tugged along before he could get any sort of look into it.

His master halted just in front of the front door, and Angelo had to stop himself before he accidently walked into his master from behind. The way his cock was so hard, he could have accidently penetrated his master if he hadn't. Not that it would have been a bad thing, but there was a time for everything.

"Angelo," the dragon said after a moment. He turned and held out something small, something pink. It was a thong, Angelo saw after a moment, and he blushed softly at the frilly look of it. It was lacy, very lacy, and feminine to the extreme, even discounting the fact that it was a thong. "Angelo," the dragon repeated, pushing the thong towards him. "Wear this, and then we'll go on our walk."

The raccoon hesitated for a moment, but only for a moment. His master was commanding him to do something, and he would do it. Slowly, he pulled the lacy piece of underwear on. The stringy bit on the back dug into the crevice between his buttcheeks almost immediately, and the almost see-through front revealed his cock quite well, particularly as it got soaked with his pre and started looking more transparent than anything. It was almost worse than being naked. Almost.

Looking up at his dragon, Angelo ran a hand over his body. "Is...is this enough?" he asked.

He was very conscious of the dragon's eyes running up and down his body. His balls spilled out to the sides of the thong, and their weight, their sheer size, would prevent them from sliding back into it. They were the size of grapefruits by now, for crying out loud. His cock tip peaked over the top of the skimpy little underthing, and leaked pre almost constantly from his level of arousal. The dragon's eyes saw all of this, and it made him both blush and feel himself grow harder, if that were possible.

"That will do," the dragon said with a single nod of approval. He pulled on the leash once, and opened the door, leading him out along with his master.

The morning air, still carrying a bit of the chill that filled the pre-dawn hours, would have made Angelo shiver if he hadn't carried around such a thick fur coat. The sun above glimmered, though it wasn't at noon height just yet. It seemed they had spent more time than he had thought together, in bed, if it was already that close to noon, though.

He didn't have a chance to look at the sun for long, though, with the dragon pulling him down the stairs. His master moved faster than before, so there wasn't any chance of pausing to kiss him or anything today. All he could do was keep moving and hope that he didn't fall over.

It was a real risk, at the speed the dragon was moving. He was almost running, and definitely jogging. Angelo stumbled on a few branches as they left the cabin stairs and driveway and crossed onto a forest path, but managed to keep from falling on his face, if only barely.

"Master, why are we running?" he asked, panting softly. "What's the hurry?"

"There's something I want you to see, and someplace I want us to spend some time," the dragon said, turning and flashing a small smile. "It's best to get there before noon, because there's something really cool that happens at noon. I want you to see it, if you can."

That was good enough for him. Putting on a bit more speed, and keeping his eyes peeled for any more branches, Angelo ran along with his master. They passed by large and beautiful trees, small but no less wondrous flower beds, and other parts of the forest that showed nature's beauty in some of its rawest, most pure forms. It was all beautiful, but the dragon led him past such things at a breakneck pace, never sparing the time to see what the forest had to show them.

With his lungs burning with each breath that he took, Angelo starting thinking that whatever Draconicon wanted to show him better be pretty spectacular to make up for this hurry.

Finally, after another near ten minutes of running, the panting pair of them broke through the foliage in front of them, and looked down from a small outcropping. About ten feet down was the shore of a lake, a wide, broad lake that stretched out for hundreds, perhaps a thousand feet from where they stood. It was a beautiful shade of blue, but nothing all that different from what they might see at another lake.

Angelo turned to look at his master, intending to ask what was going to happen, but all Draconicon did was put a finger to his lips, and sat down. He tugged on the leash until he pulled him down as well. Letting his feet dangle off the edge of the little outcropping, he looked out at the lake as the sun slowly crept up towards noon.

As the sun struck noon, the entire lake seemed to glow. Angelo stared with mouth agape as the blue water seemed to turn gold under the sun's glimmering rays. The aquatic life, fishes, frogs, and whatever else lived in the water slowly came to the surface, all of them basking in the warmth of the sun, and all of them taking on the same golden hue as the water. It was like they had been turned into the golden light of the sun.

"Look at yourself," Draconicon whispered, "and look at me."

Angelo turned his eyes to his belly, and his fur, and felt his eyes go wide. He was turning the same shade of gold as the water down in the lake, as the creatures that lived in it. A flick of his eyes to the side confirmed that his mate was doing the same. The both of them shined, looking for all the world like angels.

His dragon reached out and pulled him close, his arm around his shoulders, pulling his head against the scaly side of his mate. "I found out about this when I came up here a couple weeks ago," Draconicon explained, laying his head against the raccoon's head. "I thought, this is so beautiful, and that this was something you just had to see, something that I just had to show you."

Shaking his head a few times, Angelo looked out over the lake in pure amazement. It was like heaven had descended down to the world, if only for a few minutes, and made everything look like they had turned into an angel, or something that belonged to heaven.

The glow of gold continued for minute after minute, everything completely still around them. The lake's glow emanated all the way out to the forest around it, lighting up the trees with the golden glint that filled the area. It was like the forest and the lake had been transplanted to the golden city of El Dorado, filling it with the illusion of wealth and worth. It was so shiny, so wonderful, and Angelo kept from saying a single thing. There was nothing that he could say that would do justice to the beautiful sight.

The two of them snuggled together, just watching the sight like the angels of heaven watched earth, or so Angelo imagined. Nevertheless, they held one another, just watching the lake and the forest glow, and enjoying the warmth of each other and the sun beating down on them.

Slowly, the sun passed the angle that allowed this miraculous glow, and the lake and its surroundings turned back to normal. Leaves turned green, the lake turned blue, and every living thing returned to its normal, earthly color. His fur no longer looked like it belonged on an angel, though he still felt that his dragon could fit into the heavenly ranks without much effort. It happened gradually, the golden color leeching from their bodies and the lake before them slowly, disappearing just as it had come.

Leaning against his dragon's side, Angelo slowly lifted his gaze from the golden lake to his master's face. He stretched out lightly, and pressed his lips to the dragon's cheek with a smile. "Thank you for this, master," he whispered, wrapping his arm a little tighter around the scaly. "This was...this was amazing. There's no other word for it. Thank you for showing this to me."

"You're welcome, Angelo, my love, my mate," his dragon whispered to him in return. He could feel that scaly hand moving down his back, but it halted above his tail. "I wanted you to see the one thing I've found on earth that has a beauty, a wonder, that's equal to what I see in you every single day."

The dragon made him blush again! How did he manage to do that without even trying like that? Shivering a little bit, Angelo nuzzled his master's neck, trying to hide his blush and failing. It was just spreading, growing hotter as it covered his cheeks and most of the rest of his face.

"Big disadvantage of fur," he muttered to himself, lifting a hand to his face and rubbing his cheeks. "It makes the blushes all that much hotter."

"It also makes them really, really cute," Draconicon said, chuckling lightly. Pressing his scaly hand over his furry one, the dragon turned his face until he was looking up at his master again. "When your fur glows red, it seems...more sincere of a blush than what can appear on other's faces. Same goes when you get your...spanking punishments...I love how the glow filters through the fur back there. Makes you look like a giant sized firefly with your butt glowing like that."

That just made the blush worse, and it didn't help with the still throbbing shaft between his legs. Just the mention of spanking got him excited, and in this situation, so close to his master, with that large hand so close to his backside, with the other right over his face, rubbing him, it made it all the more tormenting, even though it was loving too.

At least his master let go before he completely lost control of himself. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last, with this cock ring around his member, holding him back from complete release. He did it all the time, when he was alone, but with Draconicon around, it added a whole new element of difficulty.

Slowly, the two of them stood up, looking out at the lake for another minute before turning back to the forest. It was dim, with little beams of light sticking through the branches here and there. It was beautiful, for what it was, but without the golden glint that had briefly transformed it to heaven on earth, there was something missing. It was as if one had loved something all their life, but only experienced half of it. For a brief moment, that person had gotten to experience it fully, and then was dropped back to the half experience. It was no less than what they had before, but it still felt less, weaker.

Still, it didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy the forest, particularly with his mate beside him for every step of the way. He clung to the dragon's arm, holding it tight as they walked along. The forest was still around them, save for the occasional birdcall that echoed among the branches.

Other than that, they were completely alone with each other.

It was lovely, for Angelo. He sighed lightly to himself in happiness, their slow pace perfect for a loving walk through the woods. Their bare feet made almost no sound on the ground as they walked along, the dirt path under them solid and smooth of painful protrusions. It allowed them to walk with their eyes on each other, rather than on anything else. Angelo smiled the whole way home.

Still, it wasn't making it easy on him. Walking around in a thong and a collar was something that was difficult for him to deal with, considering he couldn't satisfy himself. Doing it here, out in the open, even if there wasn't anyone to see but his master, was a lot more difficult, even if it made him harder than he could remember in recent memory. He wasn't sure if he wanted to run back to the cabin to get back to privacy, or if he wanted to run there to try and paw off before his master was able to catch up with him.

Either way, he wanted to run ahead, but when he looked forward along the path, and loosened his grip on his master's arm, the dragon reached over and grabbed him tighter. "Ah ah ah, love," he whispered, rubbing a claw down his arm. "No running ahead. No pawwing off, no orgasms until tonight, beloved, none, none," he muttered teasingly.

Draconicon's commands were something that he considered inviolate, but it was getting harder and harder to deal with the urges rushing through him. He panted heavily to himself as they walked along, particularly as Draconicon teased him more and more.

"Yes, love, I know it's hard. I know this is hard for you, but I bet your cock is harder still," the dragon whispered in his ear. "I can see it bulging through your thong, the tip pressed up and out through the top. I bet you want to cum so bad, don't you? Your balls are leaking drop after drop of pre, but it's not enough, not nearly enough. You need to push it right out of your balls, you need to jerk off, you need to have master's hand on your cock, or his prick up your hole, don't you?"

"Yes, I know I'm right, I know I'm right. I can feel you shivering, your whole body, trembling at my touch," the dragon continued, his tail rubbing around the raccoon's back, pressing against his spine and wiggling down into the back of the thong he wore. "Oh, my, what's this? Do I feel a tight little hole puckering against my tail? Do I feel you begging for me to take you back there, yes, I think I do. I think I feel a raccoon's great to be taken, to be sexed up, to be his master's toy."

Angelo panted hard at every word. If it hadn't been for the cock ring around the base of his cock, he would have broken already, shooting without the slightest touch. The more his master teased him, the more he worried that it would happen regardless of what he wanted. He very well might cum despite the cock ring, considering how aroused he was.

And the dragon still wasn't done teasing him. That tail slid around inside of the thong, pushing between his legs and wiggling under his balls. "Oh, my, they are so full, aren't they, my love?" Draconicon whispered, the tail pushing at the little divide between the testicles. "I bet that they weigh a lot more than they did last week, so much more. Oooh, warm, marinating in their cum load. I bet that they'd shoot so much, if I let you cum now, don't you? Ah, but you can't, can't touch yourself without my permission, can't shoot without my hand allowing your release. Mmm, but what a load it would be, what a load. I'm almost tempted to let you go early, just to see how much you'd shoot by this point."

Panting, the raccoon could only barely keep himself from humping air. He needed this, needed his release, and the dragon's words were piling on more and more arousal to deal with. His balls were so swollen, and his cock was so hard. Even if the dragon stopped right now, his arousal would keep burning at this level, the cock ring holding him right at this point.

"Oh, but I did say tonight, didn't I?" the dragon said, his tail curling lightly around the base of the raccoon's member. It tapped the ring slightly, pulling it up and down just a bit. "That's staying right there, Angelo, until tonight. I want you so hard, so eager, that you'll do whatever I say tonight. You think you're at that point now, but you're not. You only think you are. I'll make you so eager that you'll cum from the slightest touch, just from the removal of the ring. But I'll use you, love you, take you again and again and again before that. I'll take you until you're a mess of shivery, squirming fur, and then take off the ring. Then, and only then, you'll cum. You'll shoot shot after shot of cum, cover yourself, and be catatonic until morning."

Angelo shrieked in arousal, collapsing against his master. He was muttering something, he wasn't sure what, but all of his mind was focused on his pulsating, aching, needy cock. He needed his master to let him cum, or he would go crazy, he was sure.

Something snapped in his mind. He knew that his master had forbidden him climax. He knew that his master had forbidden him to jerk off without his permission. His body, however, no longer cared. His mind did, his soul did, but his body could no longer take the pressure that his balls were putting on him. He needed to get back to the cabin, and get release.

Jerking away from his master as hard as he could, Angelo ran for the cabin. He rushed as quickly as he could, expecting with each second for the dragon to grab him and pull him back, to feel that strong hand at his leash again. There couldn't be any way to escape his master, but somehow...there was.

He ran, and ran, and ran, his feet slapping down on the ground hard, propelling him through the forest at a breakneck pace. His tail swished behind him, and he had to yank it past some stubborn branches more than once in his mad dash through the woods.

Still, he made it to the cabin before his master, and that was all that mattered. Now that he was here, he could give himself some relief.

Rushing up the stairs, Angelo stopped at the front door only long enough to yank it open and slip through. He didn't bother shutting it, nor locking it. He was behind the walls of the cabin, in privacy, and that was all that he needed. Reaching down to the cock ring that covered the base of his member, he yanked it off, throwing the silver ring off to the side and watching it clink lightly.

All he needed was the slight touch of his hand to his cock, and he went off. The arousal that had tormented him for hours, for the last day, exploded into a climax that momentarily blinded him, almost blacking out from the sheer pleasure that he went through. His cock was pulsing, he could feel that, but everything else was blocked out by the pleasure rushing through his mind. He couldn't process anything else, nothing existing for him except for the slowly lightening balls that hung between his legs and his cock that sprayed its load on the floor, on his belly, everywhere.

Throughout the orgasm, no matter how high the pleasure got, no matter how strong, there was a single question that glinted in his mind. He barely recognized it as a question until the end, but as the orgasm started winding down, it pushed itself to the fore.

What was his master going to do to punish him?

~~~

Draconicon walked through the forest with a sigh, keeping his pace to a walk. Angelo was long out of sight, the horny little raccoon. He had to force himself to keep to a walk, when he ran off like that, even though he knew what his pet was rushing off to do. He would find Angelo at the cabin, pawwing off desperately. Probably getting himself off with the first touch, considering how the cock ring had kept the little raccoon hard so long, and needing attention for so long.

In the back of his head, he wondered why he was letting Angelo get away with this. After all, he had promised his pet stimulation tonight, an orgasm. He'd been looking forward to the raccoon's balls giving a spectacular show, something that would stick to his memory for a long time. Why was he letting Angelo just run off and defy him?

It was easy to answer that. The raccoon was breaking his commands, and that meant a punishment for him. Punishment time was almost as good, and he knew that Angelo loved it just as much as he loved being denied his pleasure. At the very least, it was a close thing.

Besides, they weren't just master and pet. That was something that so many didn't understand. Just because they called each other that didn't mean that it was all there was to the two of them. They loved each other, him to Angelo and Angelo to him. They shared one another's hearts, loyalty, and spirits. No matter what came between them, they would always continue loving each other. The relationship of master and pet was nothing compared to that. Nothing. Lovers, husbands, friends, boyfriends; they were all of that, and they forgave one another their mistakes. That was all this was, and he would forgive the raccoon. After he punished him, of course.

He made sure that he stepped down heavily on the steps of the cabin, making sure that his pet could hear him coming up the steps. He knew Angelo wouldn't take any steps to hide his guilt, but it was good to show his pet that he would likewise not sneak up on him about this. His toe claws clicked on the wood, and he sighed softly as he saw the door was left wide open. Angelo had certainly been desperate, that was for sure.

Step after step brought him into the cabin, and at the third step, his foot landed in a small pool of gathering semen. He stood there, not minding the warm feeling of the fluid under his foot, and looked to his right. Leaning against the wall, still panting, was his pet. The raccoon's cock was still hard, though softening, and his balls were noticeably smaller from all the cum that had come out. It was interesting to see his pet with smaller balls like that, considering how large they usually were, swaying back and forth with their payload. Now, rather than the size of oranges, they were closer to the size of golf balls. Definitely a large load lost.

He shifted his eyes from the raccoon's groin to his face, and chuckled a bit at the foolish, giddy grin on the raccoon's face. It was a perfect orgasm face, and it was more than evident that his pet was still rolling along on his golden after orgasm high. "Well, I suppose you deserve that much," Draconicon muttered softly, patting his raccoon on the head.

Slipping back out the front door as he waited for his pet to wake up, Draconicon hustled down to the car. He opened the trunk and pulled out two more of the black boxes inside, and carried them back up the stairs. Their weight wasn't much, and he carried them both past the recovering raccoon, up to the bedroom. He popped them open, but didn't take out their contents. Leaving them there, he walked back downstairs.

By now, Angelo was starting to come out of his little trance, and was blushing like crazy. As soon as he turned and saw him coming down from the stairway, the raccoon fell to his knees and bowed his head, blushing brighter and brighter the closer Draconicon came.

"Forgive me, master," Angelo whispered, his face lowered. Draconicon shook his head a bit as he walked closer, stopping when he was standing right in front of the raccoon. "Please, master, forgive me. I didn't mean to break your command. I just...I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to cum. You teased me, and teased me, and my cock and balls needed to shoot so bad-"

"Stop." That was all Draconicon needed to say, and Angelo ceased talking. His head didn't come up, though, and that bothered him. Reaching down, he clasped Angelo's chin in his hand, and pulled it up until his pet was looking him in the eyes. He looked down in his mate's eyes, into the eyes of the one he loved more than anyone else, and he smiled.

"You did a good job, for a while, Angelo. You don't need to apologize for that. But master did give you a command, and you broke it. That means that you have to be...disciplined...punished..." he whispered. He saw the glint of recognition in the raccoon's eyes, and his smile very nearly turned into laughter, only barely held in. "I have the tools to punish you up in the bedroom, right now. I need you to do what I say, and keep quiet for as long as you possibly can."

As usual, the response from the raccoon was as amazing as it was predictable. The blush disappeared, replaced by a wide grin. He turned into a blur of speed as he rushed up the stairs, heading to the bedroom, and Draconicon chuckled even as he added a few more parts to the punishment, just for the eagerness.

Walking up after the raccoon, the dragon forced himself to walk slowly, quietly, so that his pet would have time to see into the black boxes, and perhaps enjoy a few thoughts of what awaited him. Something he'd planned for a while, this punishment was, and he had only been waiting for an excuse to put it into existence. Now, Angelo had given him that excuse. He grinned at that thought.

As he reached the second floor, he heard several excited whimpers and yelps from the bedroom, and suppressed a few chuckles. He knew what Angelo was thinking about the boxes, and he knew just how much his pet was looking forward to this.

As he stepped into the room, he was pounced on by his pet, hugged tightly. He looked down with a smile at his raccoon, at the way his pet was smiling up at him. Such joy, such happiness in those eyes. It made him grin in return as he walked around his pet to the boxes waiting for the two of them.

One box opened to a set of paddles and straps, as well as a few other things that he hadn't tried using on his pet yet. The other had a lot of different pieces in it, but it was covered with a sheet of paper that had the picture of a set of stocks on it. It was quite apparent what it was, and he knew that was a good bit of Angelo's excitement, right there. That little guy definitely loved to be tied down.

Pulling out the various pieces of wood from the second box, Draconicon pointed to the bed. "Sit there, while I put this together," he said as he pulled out a few tools from the box, putting the pieces of wood together, fitting them to the proper slots. This wouldn't take all that long, in reality, but he would have to be careful not to screw up, because that would just make it take longer. More to the point, he wanted to heat up that bouncy butt, make it bright red and ready for sex later.

He felt Angelo's eyes on him as he put the thing together. It wasn't that difficult, but he liked being watched while he was working on something. It made him feel like everything was a little more appreciated. He smiled to himself as he leaned the part of the stocks back that would slam down on the raccoon's wrists and neck, holding him down.

"That seems to do it," he muttered softly, stepping back from the stocks and looking at his raccoon. Angelo's cock was still sticking out of his thong, just a little. It wasn't nearly as hard as it had been, but it was definitely still out, in comparison to what it was like in a resting state.

"I see my little chubby boi is ready for it, too," Draconicon muttered to himself, chuckling a bit. "Go on, love, get in the stocks. I want to get your punishment in and still have time for a meal later, considering how long this is going to take."

His raccoon almost leaped off of the bed in his urge to get to the stocks. Angelo didn't even bother waiting for him to pull down the top of the stocks, just yanking them down himself. The little masked eyes were staring up at him with eagerness, and Draconicon couldn't help reaching down and patting his raccoon's head. "Good boy, good boy," he whispered.

Patting his raccoon's head a few more times, the dragon started pulling out paddle after paddle, setting it down just inside of Angelo's field of vision. He wanted the little bandit to see what he'd be punished with. There were flat, plain paddles. There were paddles with holes in them to make them move faster. There were paddles with lines of indentations on them, to spread the discomfort, to isolate the heat of the spanking to a certain part of the raccoon's butt cheeks. There were even paddles with words put on them, words that would be branded into the soon to be heated cheeks.

In short, there was every kind of paddle for spanking that one could imagine, set out and ready to make the raccoon's butt scream for mercy, and the dragon would grant not the slightest speck of it.

He could hear his pet's whimpering growing louder and louder with each new paddle laid out, and the dragon grinned to himself at the reactions he was pulling from his pet. Just a little longer, now, but there was something else he needed to do. "I think I need to make sure you can't get loose, little one," Draconicon said, pulling one more thing out of a box.

Flashing the little lock he pulled out in front of his pet's eyes, he slapped the padlock down on the slot for it in the stocks. It was a strong one, and even if the lockpicking little bandit in the stocks could have reached it, he would have needed a lot of time, undistracted, to get it undone.

As his pet struggled against the new bindings, testing out the limits that he was under, Draconicon started choosing the paddle he would like to start with. There were a lot of choices, after all, and he wanted to get Angelo with just the right one.

He finally settled on the plain paddle, thinking that it would be a good one to warm up with. After all, it had none of the modifications that the other one did, and it would make sure that his pet enjoyed the overall sensation the way he always did. It wouldn't lose the sensation the way that the holed paddle would do, and it wouldn't focus on certain spots the way the others would. IT was the perfect starting paddle, good, thick, and powerful.

Slowly, he rubbed the thin edge of it along his pet's buttcheeks, as if he were writing with the little tip of it, writing little words into his pet's rear. He smiled as he watched the little shivers that ran through his pet's body, knowing he was building his pet's anticipation, his eagerness, his sheer arousal. The musky smell of raccoon arousal began to fill the room, and his own arousal wasn't so far behind. He didn't mind being spanked, but he had learned to really enjoy dishing out the spanking.

Panting softly, Draconicon pulled the paddle away from the raccoon's rear. The striped tail went up, obediently exposing his backside, his tailhole, everything that was to be spanked and punished. The slowly re-filling balls drooped between the raccoon's legs, still hanging low and heavy. They pulsed lightly, as if they wanted to release again. Well, considering his mate's fetish for bondage and spanking, he was likely to do that.

The paddle came down with a whistle and a slap, the stout wood slapping against the raccoon's rear, slapping the plump flesh and causing it to bounce, almost to ripple for a second. He grinned to himself as Angelo yelped from the spank, jumping, jerking slightly in the stocks. A small red mark burned under the fur, but it was already starting to fade. "Oh, I can't have that red fading already," he muttered softly, pulling his arm back for another spank.

"Yes, let's make this chubby butt burn," Draconicon whispered, his arm coming down with a spank every other second, interrupting his words, making them pause, each time it connected. "Let's make it turn bright red, turn you into my little red-butted firefly. Turn your butt into a bright red beacon for my cock. Let's make it shine, make it hot, make it sexy red," he whispered, making sure that his raccoon heard every word of it, making sure that the spanking never halted, and making sure that the raccoon's cock never got too excited.

Each time Angelo's cock started looking a little too hard, or when he saw the balls starting to rise up a little bit, he paused the spanking, holding a cock ring in front of Angelo's face. The sight of the cock ring, the threat of being made to keep from climaxing with that, held Angelo back from cumming, or so it seemed. He became less eager, at least.

Draconicon didn't bother leashing his cock, not with his own cock so hard as it was. He grinned with each spank that he gave his pet. He panted, his cock hard and pulsing from disciplining his pet. His free hand stroked up and down his length as he watched the increasingly red cheeks of his pet bounce this way and that as they were slapped with the paddle, bouncing, rippling, the chubby curves dancing to his paddling beat.

It almost entranced him, but there was another step to this. He set down the paddle, the plain paddle, and picked up two of the ones marked with words. He had to let go of his cock to do that, but it didn't bother him. He was getting too close as it was.

Chuckling to himself, he picked up two paddles, each one with a different set of words on them. He waved them in his hands, flourishing them like they were the guns of a western gunslinger in a western movie. He held them out, letting Angelo read the words that were printed on them, and soon to be emblazoned on his butt. They seemed to glow a bit, pushed out so that they were dig lightly into the flesh, to pound into the tender flesh the way a meat hammer pounded into a waiting steak.

The words read, "This Butt" on one, and "Is My Master's Property" on the other. Of course, the writing on the second was a little smaller, but it was still readable, and it would make sure that the words would be quite ingrained on the plump buttocks.

Rubbing the edges against his raccoon's rear, Draconicon set to work.

Each spank brought a louder yelp from his little pet than he thought possible, but it was always a happy yelp. He could see the happiness in his pet's eyes each time he brought the paddle down, he could feel the happy shivers going through him. More to the point, each time he paused, Angelo pushed his rear back, begging for more, for his rear to take more punishment.

He could already see the words forming, dull blue against the bright red glow of the raccoon's rear. It made him smile softly to himself, feeling the heat burning off of the raccoon's rear, warm against his hand. Delicious, truly delicious feeling.

Slowly, the words started to become completely clear on Angelo's rear, a branding brought about by spanking. It gleamed in the bedroom light, standing out among the burning red cheeks of his raccoon. The words were easily legible, and Draconicon slowly pulled the paddles away to examine his handiwork.

The raccoon's butt was a piece of art to start with. Now, it had a signature to it, his signature. Beautiful, it was. It was good to mark his pet with his status, this way. It always faded, so there was no permanent embarrassment for his raccoon, but it was clear enough, painful enough of a punishment that it would remain in Angelo's mind for a while.

He stroked his scaly hand along the new words printed on Angelo's rear, remembering all the other brands he had put there over the years. It was delicious, really, remembering all that he and Angelo had done over their two years of being mates. "Two whole years," he muttered softly to himself, sighing with a smile on his face. "Two years where we've loved, made love, made lust, and enjoyed one another to the very limits of our stamina, and beyond."

Angelo didn't seem to hear him, which wasn't so much of a surprise. Considering he had laced the spanking with dirty talk here and there, it was lucky the raccoon was still conscious and in the real world. If he was still dizzy from the long spanking session, it was alright.

"Time to wake up, little raccoon," Draconicon whispered, leaning in and kissing his mate on the neck. He slowly kissed further up, moving around the stocks so he could kiss along the raccoon's jawline, slowly moving down his pet's fuzzy face. He made his way to the lips, and pressed home again. "Come back to reality, little one. We're just getting to the fun part."

~~~

Angelo panted softly, wiggling his rear side to side as the burning heat in his buttcheeks settled into the flesh and tissue below. He groaned softly into the kiss on his lips, pressing back as best as the stocks would allow. Everything was dizzying, good, hot, sensitive; he couldn't think straight, but he wasn't sure he wanted to.

The scaly lips pulled back from his own, and he slowly realized that his master was walking back behind him again. Those sharp claws rubbed down his sides, stroking themselves through his fur on their way to their final destination. They pressed against his backside for a moment, their cooler temperature a salve to the heat rushing through his bubble butt.

"You know, Angelo," Draconicon whispered over the stocks, "when you're like this, it's very hard to resist taking you. Your butt is at the perfect height for a good mating session, and you're completely helpless. You couldn't stop me if you wanted to. Seeing you like this, just laid out for me...mmm, it makes me hard and wanting, and I think that I'll take my pleasure now."

He could feel the dragon's paws kneading his sensitive rear, rubbing against the burning flesh. Each time a finger or a claw pressed against a letter from the second set of spanking, he almost leaped out of his skin. That flesh was so sensitive, so tender, that the slightest touch felt like another spank. He panted softly to himself as he felt the claws and fingers rub his backside, groping and stroking it with each movement that those hands made. It was like the dragon wanted to drive him mad with teasing before they actually started having fun with one another.

If that was what he wanted, Angelo would go along with it. He liked being teased that much, after all, even if it sometimes made him go just a little crazy.

The dragon didn't seem to have that in mind, however. He stepped back from Angelo's rear. Angelo heard the sound of another box snapping open, followed by the sound of a bottle being opened, snapped open. He wanted to look at what was happening, but he was completely pinned by the stocks around him. He couldn't have moved more than an inch or two in any direction if he wanted to.

The dragon's footsteps brought him closer, and the raccoon would have jumped if he could have. The dragon had dropped his dick onto his fuzzy butt, like it was a hand spanking him. Slowly, he felt his master's dick being adjusted, slipping between his buttcheeks until it was hotdogged between his burning butt cheeks. He shifted slightly, making his buttocks rub against his master's member.

Liquid poured down on his butt and on master's cock. The slick feeling to it made him think of lube, and he muttered a silent prayer of relief for that. Dragon pre was quite slick, but it was always good to get real lube from time to time.

Draconicon started humping him, rubbing that massive, foot long length of his between his buttcheeks. His plump buttcheeks covered that dick so well, covered it, that he knew his master would cum before long. They'd done this before, mostly on a laugh, but it had been good enough for the dragon that he had continued doing it from time to time.

It didn't seem that this was what he hungered for this time, though. He pulled back, dragging the tip of his dragon dick along the valley between his buttcheeks. The thick tip rubbed against the mostly untouched flesh between his buttcheeks until it stopped, resting against his tailhole.

More lube dripped and dropped down onto the prick waiting between his buttcheeks and onto his tailhole. The scent of it rose to his sensitive nose. It was sweet, gentle, almost a lavender scent, except that Draconicon didn't bother with lavender, or other, softer scents like that. He must have made an exception for tonight. Or maybe he was in a hurry. It just wasn't a scent that he normally used.

Slowly, he felt the lube sink around his hole, and even drip into it. The oil was warm, gentle, like a lover's touch, and that was like Draconicon. Angelo smiled to himself at the warmth of the oil inside of his hole, knowing what was coming, what he was going to feel in just a few short seconds.

He did. He felt it. The tip of his masters-no, his mate's- member sliding into his hole. He panted softly, his head hanging in the stocks not from pain or anything of the sort, but joy at feeling his master's touch again. He panted softly as the dragon behind him used his cock to start stretching him out, the rounded tip pressing against his rim, opening him, forcing him to accept the cock into him, but never at a pace faster than he could take. The width, the full three inches of width, forced his rim open, and forced his passage open, widening him as it pressed in further and further, the oil and warmth of flesh combining to make him moan softly.

The cock pushed further and further into him, inch after inch shoved into his tailhole. He felt his hole stretching, even after this morning's fun. It was impossible for his hole to ever fully get used to such a massive thing, but it was good that it didn't. He loved the feeling of being stretched out each time. He panted softly to himself, and tried to press his backside against his master's cock, tried to pull more of that wonderful cock into his rear, pull it in, pull more and more of it in.

Draconicon didn't let him. Those clawed hands held his hips tightly, keeping the mating to the speed and level that the dragon wanted. No matter how much Angelo squirmed, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't get himself free, and he most certainly couldn't control how he was taken by the dragon.

His mate pushed into him, slowly. The progress of his cock into the raccoon's rear was slow, but inexorable, impossible to stop, impossible to slow, like a force of nature. He paused only when the ridges along the lower half of his cock pressed against the hole, but that was only to gather more force to pop the first one in. The shove, the thrust that carried it in shoved the underside of the dragon's cock against Angelo's prostate, forcing a moan from his lips as he felt it.

"Oh, Draconicon...you know I love those..." Angelo managed to whisper, panting and gasping for breath through the pleasure of his hole being taken like this. He squirmed, tightened himself, anything that might make his master enjoy this more than he already was. "Yes...take me...take your pet...claim your naughty little raccoon...make me scream your name when I cum!" he pleaded.

He felt his master, his mate, his love, press down onto his back. He felt the scaly chest of his dragon against his back, pressing down on him as his cock worked further and further into his rear. The ridges spread his hole wider and wider, like a set of anal beads, growing slowly as they went further down the cock. Just as the final ridge entered his hole, plugging him, he felt his master's warm breath against his ear. The dragon's tongue stroked his ear tip, and he heard his master's whispered words.

"Mmm, I'm claiming you now, little one...not just as my pet...not just as a lover...but as my love, my mate...my beloved...my sparkling treasure...The one and only love for me...My precious, cunning bandit...the one that has stolen away my heart and love...forever," the dragon whispered into his ear, and he blushed. There was so much love, so much passion in his mate's voice that, even though he knew all of that, he felt his heart swell with more love for his master.

Slowly, his master's cock pulled out of his rear, pulling back from his hole until only the tip was left. Then it pushed in again, just as slow as the first time, just as teasing. He felt the tip tap his prostate, and he felt himself panting immediately as the rest of the cock's length followed, rubbing his most sensitive spot back there. His cock was so hard, leaking already. If his master didn't take him harder, if he just kept up the teasing, then he'd be cumming inside of three minutes, and probably again at the end of their lovemaking.

But his mate didn't do anything of the sort. He moved slowly, in and out, rubbing his cock's length against his prostate with each thrust. Each thrust took almost a full ten seconds to fully execute, for the dragon to fully sheath his cock into his tailhole. It was plain amazing how good the dragon was making him feel, particularly with such gentle thrusts.

Slowly, Draconicon started speeding up, his cock moving in and out faster and faster, the ridges pulling and pushing at the rim of Angelo's hole. The raccoon moaned softly, his cock hardening and throbbing against his belly from the pleasure rushing through his body. He tightened his hole, making it more difficult, and more pleasurable for his mate.

Draconicon didn't seem to care. He just kept moving, panting, his hot breath playing over the back of Angelo's neck. He was panting in turn, his entire body burning with his all consuming arousal. Draconicon's scaly chest pressed against his back so hard, and his hips were held so tightly in the dragon's paws, that he felt like they were one creature. They were not Draconicon here, and Angelo there. They were one. Draconicon. Angelo. Dragon. Raccoon. Together. As. One.

He chirred out as his orgasm rushed over him, his entire body shaking and spasming from the massive outpouring of good feelings. Fur standing on end, he hissed Draconicon's name under his breath as he came, his cum dribbling against his belly and against the floor of the room, some of it even slipping down his cock and running over his balls, much to his pleasure.

Then Draconicon came, and his pleasure tripled.

The dragon's cock pressed against his prostate, forcing his eyes to go wide as the cumshot from the dragon exploded against that most sensitive gland. The hot cum, warmer than the flesh around it, warmer than the oil earlier, filled his hole and made him howl. His rear clamped down hard on the cock inside, and his balls forced out another climax's worth of cum. Angelo couldn't believe it, double climaxing in one session of lovemaking. He panted softly just at the thought of it.

Slowly, the flow of cum from both their cocks trickled to a stop. They still lay together, with Angelo in the stocks and the dragon on top of him. Both panted, both were silent otherwise. They couldn't bring themselves to move and end this moment, or at least, Angelo couldn't. They just lay together that way, joined at the hip with one another, panting in the pleasure of the moment.

But all good moments had to end eventually. Slowly, Draconicon pulled himself out of Angelo's rear, his thick, slick cock slapping against the little brands on the raccoon's rear. The little touch awakened the heat in his rear, the heat that had been dormant just a few seconds ago, and Angelo moaned softly at the mix of heat and pain in his rear.

"Don't worry, love," Draconicon whispered to him. "It will fade. It always does. It was your punishment, after all...and don't tell me that you didn't enjoy it. I know you, Angelo," he whispered with a smile crossing his face.

He blushed softly to himself. It was true, he did enjoy his spankings, even if his rear hurt and glowed from them later. Still, he wouldn't give them up, not if his master would consent to using them as punishments for as long as he could. "Um," Angelo muttered, pointing with one hand towards the lock that held the stocks closed. "Um, could you let me out? I want to cuddle."

"Hehehe, of course," his mate said. He pulled out a little key from one of the boxes, and the lock was quickly removed. Just as quickly, Angelo leaped out of the stocks, and jumped onto the dragon, pouncing him in the way that he couldn't earlier. He grinned to himself, and started planting little kisses all over the dragon's face, squirming in a way that forced him backwards, towards the bed.

Only when Draconicon slipped backwards and fell on the bed did Angelo pull back from his master, laying down on the sheets with him. "I had to get you, you know," Angelo said, stroking his master's chest lightly. "You dodged me earlier."

"Just because I was carrying some food, little one," the dragon said, smiling at him. He reached out and stroked his master's scaly arm, and his chest. He loved the feel of those smooth scales, loved how his master felt to cuddle with. It just...it felt right. That was it. It felt right, in a way that nothing else could match. Angelo leaned down, and snuggled his body up against his master. He lay half on the bed, half on his master, but the dragon didn't protest. Angelo hadn't thought he would.

"Early night, master?" he whispered. It would be a bit early, considering that there was still sunlight on the horizon, seen through the window of the bedroom. "Raccy tired."

"Sure, little one." Draconicon nodded a bit at him. He wrapped an arm around the raccoon, pulling him closer into the cuddle pile they made. His tail pulled the sheets up, and one of the blankets, and he wrapped it around the two of them. "Sure."

Together, they cuddled, as the sun made its way over the sky, and then sunk below the horizon. Its slow path carried them along, and when the sun sleptbeyond the horizon, so did they.