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Keeping Herself Entertained

"Whatcha doin'?"

Tango paused as he held the strip of metal over the fire, suddenly distracted not just by the question, but by the light weight of the little wyvern who had just landed atop his head and was now peering down, face inverted with regard to his own, at his green scaled features.

"Work, Erna. You know, that thing I do so we can participate in society. Buy things and live in a house."

The silver scaled wyvern giggled and nodded as though deeply enthralled and intrigued by his answer, and then immediately asked another question as though she hadn't taken his answer in even slightly.

"Mmhmm. Mmhmm, right. Sooo... do you wanna have sex?"

Tango snorted with laughter.

"Do I want to? Yes. I think by now you'd know Erna that when you are concerned, there are very few times when the answer to that question is anything other than yes."

The wyvern's eyes twinkled in glee, only for a pout to cross her scaled snout when Tango continued to speak just a moment later.

"But am I going to? Not right now, no. Because I'm working. You know, that thing I do so we can participate in society. That thing which is really hard to accomplish doing when I'm on my back with my familiar riding me, or even afterwards while my brain is still putting itself back together again."

Erna considered this for a moment, her pout fading as still peering down over Tango's head, still regarding him effectively upside-down, she seemed to sink into deep and meditative thought.

"Uh huh, uh huh, yeah. I hear you. I understand what you are saying. But... how about this for an alternative. Just once? One quick fuck?"

Tango sighed.

"Erna. You know how we talked about respecting boundaries? About how no means no, and that you shouldn't keep trying to push the issue?"

The wyvern nodded. Tango shook his head, a gesture somewhat less effective given that when his head moved the woman he was doing it towards moved with it.

"No, Erna. Right now, while I'm working and for the rest of the work day, I cannot have sex with you, and I would like you to stop asking. If you want to cum, go and masturbate. After work, we can lie down in bed together, or the shower, or anywhere you like in the house, and I promise I will have sex with you. But until then? You need to either let it go, or just take care of things yourself, okay?"

Once again the wyvern pouted, but she nodded her head curtly just a few seconds later and flitted away from the top of Tango's head, calling out after him as she sailed over the fire, the heat lifting her higher on its thermal currents, and drifted to a large, currently empty work bench on the far side of the smithy.

"Fine."

She called back to Tango.

"I'll take care of it all myself. Me, me, me! No need to worry about you, no need to think about trying to make someone else feel good. I won't ask, won't push, won't even let you think about touching me until the work day is done."

Tango rolled his eyes and began to get back to work, preparing to lower the metal he was carefully holding into the fire below it so he could soften it for working at the anvil. Before he could do so though, he tensed up as he heard something. A loud, rather unabashed slurping sound, followed by a giggle and not long after that by a moan of pleasure. His eyes widened, and in aghast frustration he glowered back across the room to the work bench upon which Erna had landed. The bench that he had assumed she was going to sit on and pout and sulk for a while to try and make him feel guilty, but which apparently she had other plans for. The micro sized wyvern wasn't sitting, but rather she was lying down on her back with wings spread out to support herself. Her back was curved, lifting her hindquarters up off the bench, and in a feat of dexterity that was both impressive and undeniably erotic all at once, she had her tail curled around her long, sleek neck, allowing her to hold herself in that arched position as she buried her face between her own legs and began to do precisely as she had claimed she would.

Before Tango's eyes, shamelessly and without the slightest reservation, Erna began to loudly, lewdly lick and slurp at her own pussy. To eat herself out, and to take care of whatever desire she had wished for the dragon to help her deal with all on her own. Tango watched, indeed he found himself helplessly staring at her as Erna's tongue flicked out and rapidly grazed itself back and forth over her tiny but perfectly formed, plump and exposed clitoris, before delving deep into her pussy as she pressed her muzzle tight against her crotch. He saw her eyes roll back, and another loud burst of slurping escaped her as she sealed her lips around her pussy, suckling at her clitoris and lapping up the juices that were rather rapidly beginning to dribble forth from between her legs as a result of her rather urgent, unabashedly eager actions.

Of course there was a part of Tango that was frustrated at Erna. Angry at the micro wyvern for her immaturity, for her inability to properly respect his request. He knew she understood precisely what he'd meant by asking her to go and take care of herself, the implication having obviously been somewhere out of sight and out of mind, but for all the intellect and wisdom that the magical wyvern was capable of displaying, it was matched by her impetuousness and her sheer wilful ability to be stubborn above all other concerns. As deeply annoyed by her behaviour as he was though, Tango's authority and thus his ability to chide her for what she was doing was undeniably undermined by one simple fact. Even now, as he watched the wyvern eat herself out with unrelenting desire and delight, he was turned on. Not just a little excited by what he was seeing, but so very intensely worked up and aroused by the wild and reckless action the wyvern had taken to try and both receive some of the pleasure she obviously craved and to make him regret his choice to spurn her. Actions which, with each passing second, were growing ever more successful on both counts.

"Dammit, Erna..."

Tango watched as the wyvern's toes curled, as her eyes widened only to grow heavy lidded some moments later, and he stared helplessly, unable to turn away as a flood of juices sprayed out across his familiar's muzzle while a strained, strangled and gurgling cry erupted from her as the silver wyvern's orgasm crashed over her. Within his britches Tango's own cock strained, it throbbed, helplessly erect as he stood by the smithy's forge, and yet as much as he wanted to rush over there, drop his trousers and press his cock into the still convulsing depths of the tiny dragoness just as he knew she'd want him to, he couldn't. He wouldn't. For he too was stubborn, and that stubbornness prevented him from either going over and proving her right, just as it kept him from telling her to leave. After all, if he demanded she leave it would be as good as telling her that she was too distracting, that he desired her too much to focus. And if that was the case, his argument for concentrating on his work and not fucking her quickly right there and then if only just to get his mind off things was entirely moot.

Perhaps some men might have breathed a sigh of relief at that point, considering that as frustrating and arousing as the sight before them had been to watch without acting, at least it was over now. But if those men had thought that, they clearly didn't known Erna. Tango did, however, and that was why he wasn't surprised in the slightest when just a few moments after the wyvern's head parted from her pussy and spent a couple of seconds catching her breath, panting, huffing, chin dribbling with her glistening arousal, she didn't fall limp upon the bench or flutter off to relax elsewhere, but tightened her tail's grip on her neck and pulled her head right back down into hungry contact with her pussy.

The wyvern's toes curled again, her wings fluttered and in just a matter of minutes she was shrieking, wailing, her cries muffled by her own wet, gushing pussy as she climaxed all over again while Tango continued to stand and watch in paralysed desperation. That time she didn't even stop, and barely a minute after her second squirting, convulsing orgasmic release, she roared and doused her face with a third, the strongest and most deliriously delectable to behold yet.

That was when Tango knew he couldn't resist any more. As he watched his beloved familiar shuddering, thrashing, roaring and soaking her own face with that third climax, and knew deep down that it was far from the last Erna would want to or would be able to grant herself before she was even close to being done, he knew he'd been an idiot for ever turning her away. He could have spared five minutes. Hell, he could have spared half an hour and just worked a little later, or eaten a little more swiftly over the course of his lunch. But instead he found himself having to swallow his pride as he set down his unfinished work, knowing that he might have to start all over with a fresh piece of metal given how warped that unfinished, un-tempered piece he had been working with was likely to end up. He strode over to the bench upon which Erna was lying, lapping at herself a little more gently but still gradually already beginning to work herself towards a fourth peak, and knelt down to eye level with the needy, self-stimulating wyvern.

"I... if you want, Erna? If you really would like me to? I'll do it. I... I'll fuck you."

Erna immediately lifted her head away from her pussy, tongue still extended for a moment, mouth still open, dripping saliva and arousal back down onto her glistening lower body. She closed her mouth, swallowed, considered the offer for a moment, then smiled at Tango and shook her head.

"No, that's okay."

A moment later she was tonguing herself again, teasing her clit and growling, moaning in bliss as more liquid lust dribbled forth in response to her eager stimulation. Tango's eyes bulged and he gave a growl of confusion, of frustrated desire of his very own as his cock throbbed and ached for stimulation within his britches.

"What? Erna, look, I know I was a bit hasty earlier, but... c'mon, I didn't want you to think I didn't want you. I didn't mean to suggest that I didn't care, I just..."

The wyvern raised her head again, shaking it from side to side and cutting the larger dragon off.

"I know that. But, you were right too. I should have taken no for an answer the first time. I should have just done this from the start and not bothered you. It was wrong. So, I'm okay on my own, thanks. I don't wanna disturb you."

She lowered her head back down towards her pussy, but didn't even manage to bring her tongue into contact with her dripping, eager nether regions before she saw the frantic, longing look in Tango's eyes, and lifted her neck again before nodding back to the forge.

"C'mon, Tango. You've still got like six hours of work. Then maybe we can fuck, if I'm not too tired out by then."

The wyvern began to lick herself again, shuddering, growling under her breath, wriggling on the spot as her tongue probed deeper and deeper into her pussy once again. But after just another ten or fifteen seconds she stopped, sighed, and looked back up to where Tango was still staring at her in a mixture of pleading desire and frustration at her for teasing him like this, waiting for the moment when she dropped the act and magically unfastened the belt of his britches to reveal him to her in all his glory. Instead though she raised her head, pouted, and scrambled up onto shaky legs once more.

"Well if you're just gonna stare..."

She murmured, Tango's eyes widening hopefully as he anticipated a playfully uninterested offer of sex.

"...I guess I'll go eat myself out in the bedroom, instead. Don't wanna be accused of distracting you."

The wyvern flapped her wings and fluttered up to Tango's shoulder, landing close enough to his flushed face that he could smell her copious arousal clinging to her scales. He shivered in excitement as her damp muzzle kissed him on the side of his own, and he groaned in anguished longing as she whispered to him, giggling as she did so in a way that finally betrayed her truly evil, teasing intent.

"Don't worry, I'll keep myself entertained until you're done with your oh so important work. Even if I get tired of my muzzle, there's my toys, my tail, any number of other ways to get myself off. And as for you, Tango... well, you have your work to do. Your fulfilling, satisfying, stimulating work. So, better get back to it quickly. I know I will."

A moment later she was flapping away once again before Tango could utter a single word, and as the dragon stood there in the smithy with his britches tented and a growing dark patch in the front of them, he could only groan and sag against the bench before him in desperation, and swear to himself in that moment that no matter what he was doing or how inconvenient it seemed in the moment... he would never, never be such a colossal idiot as to turn Erna down like that again.

By Jeeves