Dragon roleplay
I wanted to do something for Pride month, so I'll be uploading stories weekly. I plan on uploading four barely edited smuts by the end of the month, this being the second. They may not be good but I'm making them because it's pride month, and they're what I do instead of holding up a rainbow banner.
"Oh dear prince you are so cute, almost as valuable to me as the ransom."
"Foolish dragon you are, you expect my brothers to give into thine demands with narry an ounce of resistance? Ha, I say to you, you shall feel the spear of justice pierce you before you touch a single coin." John spoke from the closet
"Mwehehehe." Handril chuckled evilly. "Long has my hoard been built up upon the surrender kings and princes. Many more have claimed the same yet wills always break before mine. You shall be no exception."
"Foul being, if you are so eager to break me, take me to your bedchambers, that our swords may cross." John suggested.
"If that wouldst convince the worm to quiet down, I will allow it." Handril said as he opened the closet door, and John stepped out into their bedroom.
The two stood across from eachother bare naked, the dragon smirking as he rubbed his sheath, John not smiling as much.
"You, uh, wish to do battle without armor?" John spoke less confidently than he had before.
"What need has a dragon for armor, as these scales are more protection than any metal I... could..." Handril slowed down, John was looking at him with puppy eyes.
"C'mon, we've got some serious momentum." Handril broke character to say quietly.
"Plleeeaaassseee." John begged.
"Alright, give me five minutes." Handril gave in.
"Eeeeeee~" John squealed.
Handril did get dressed in "armor".
Latex stockings that zipped shut from ankle to upper thigh.
"Is it inside out again?"
"I don't think so"
Black latex gloves.
"Where's the other one?"
And a collar clasped in his gloves.
Handril looked John in the eye as he spoke. "Do not put that on until it's a good time." He spoke clearly and evenly, making it clear that it was not going on for a while.
"Okay." John said happily, he had gotten what he wanted, and was eating up the image of his lover's cerulian scales with the shiny black latex accessorising him.
"Okay now back in character." John said closing his eyes as his expression shifted. Looking at the dragon before him he had a look of defiance upon his face, teeth gritted and eyes glaring. "You have your armor but what of mine?"
Handril didn't respond but leveled a stare a John.
"Where are the condoms?" John hissed out.
Handril lit up in understanding. "You can find armor of those who came before you in the upper left drawer."
"You are ignoble, dragon, but you have some semblance of honor at least." John said as he looked around the drawer before taking a packet out. "Now we may do battle."
"Draw thine blade prince." Handsil said as his shaft hit half mast.
"It is bared dragon." John said, his shaft drawn from the sheath by the latex dragon before him.
"Then we will do battle now." Handsil said as he stepped to the smaller canine.
"Clang clang." Handsil sounded as he tapped their dicks together.
"You force me back dragon, but I shall not be defeated so easily." John said as he sank to his knees. "I shall catch thine blade with mine teeth before it may pierce my flesh."
"Teeth are fine but cannot sink into my sword." Handsil stated, hoping John wouldn't take the teeth thing too far.
"We shall see." With that John took the drakes member within his mouth, hands reaching down to stroke his own cock.
Handsil reached down and ruffled the fur on his boyfriend's head as began sinking onto the draconic shaft.
"Oooohhh yeah." Handsil moaned as felt the warm muzzle envelope half the shaft. "Prince you always feel so good."
John paused, wanting to continue thier dialogue, but decided to just keep blowing. He lapped at the shaft and suckled on the head, tasting mostly clean musk.
"Prince John, you're so nice, seriously so nice. Your people love you so much that they would pay any price to have you return." Handsil heaped praise upon his lover.
John's ears perked up, he looked up at the scaly chin of Handsil, he could only see the drake's muzzle but knew what those eyes must have looked like, half lidded or closed, lips smiling, nostrils flared. That image, the words he heard, the hand that had moved to rub his shoulder, it all warmed John's heart.
John continued down the phallus before him till it hit the back of his throat. Swollowing he continued, throating the last two inches before the base. All the while humping his own hands to not fall too far behind.
"Oooooh John, yes, I love you my prince." Handsil muttered soon before cumming.
"Gunna cum maaan." Handsil moaned out.
John pulled back so the cock wasn't in his throat anymore, which was good because he was low on air. Moving the tip to the side of his mouth John used his hand to jack the base of Handsil.
Handsil did cum into his lover's mouth, who was keeping his tongue as far away as he could.
John quickly moved over to the nightstand tissues and spat into one. He loved Handsil, but the taste of cum was just the worst.
"Hey want me to help ya finish?" Handsil said, his scaled hand wrapping around John's dick and letting his real accent out.
"Sure." John said.
Handsil wasn't very good at handjobs, but John still leaned into the drake simply from affection. "Getting close." He said.
Handsil moved a little and John's head came to be cradled between shoulder and neck.
John did cum, it was cleaned up, and they spent the night cuddling.