After We Finish The Show
I groaned and rubbed my temples. I just popped two painkillers, and I was waiting for them to remove the bitch behind my eyes. I always got a headache before a gig. Nerves - that's what my band members say. What do they expect? I'm twenty two, and lead singer in a chart topping band, of course I get nervous.
'Cyris, get your ass together! We're on in five.' That was Bruce, the bassist. The sexiest Dragon I've ever seen: tall, broad, athletic and scaled a deep blue. And bends both ways, which is good for me.
'I'm a-coming!' I roared back, giving my black fur a final comb before rushing out of my changing room. A stagehand gave me my token leather coat and I frantically tugged it on as I joined the other three band members. Ari, the drummer, glowered at me (because she's a bitchy Ice Queen like that), Mike just sighed and picked up his electric guitar, but Bruce gave me a sly wink. I felt something stir in my trousers.
'Are we all ready?' Ari said, her frown deepening. I nodded, giving her a true wolfish grin.
We filed out onstage and the audience went wild. A particularly shrill band of Tigresses at the front of crowd held up a banner. The painkillers were having a dodgy effect on me and my eyesight was going a little blurry: the words on the banner turning into a dark smudge. I shook my head, grateful that I didn't really have to see anything, just sing.
When the crowd quietened down, we launched into our first song. 'Meaning of Life' by an old Human band called Disturbed. Everything was going well, until around halfway through the song.
'Wanna hear you scream, tell me to take you, screw you, fuck you, after we finish the show.' At that point, totally improvising, Bruce leapt up on one of the massive speakers and began to thrust his hips with every chord. The women, and several men, in the crowd began to roar in lust. I found it difficult to resist leaping up on the speaker too and tearing off his tight black T-shirt and trousers. I could feel my cock stir in my boxers, and desperately gripped the speaker, trying to remember my lines and keep my length inside its sheath.
It was no good. During the next few songs, all of a relatively sexual nature, Bruce continued to send the crowd into a horny frenzy. I was sure, now and then, he winked at me. It might have been the painkillers turning my brain to mush, but I hoped it wasn't. Whenever I thought he winked at me, I try to steal a glance at his trousers and noticed that they too were tented slightly.
I could hardly wait for the concert to end. I was sure, by the last song, that Bruce was acting like a bitch in heat for my benefit, and not the audience's. We finished our last song and the lights went down on us, the audience once again applauded and cheered until my ears went numb.
We walked off stage, giving each other high fives and pats on the back. As Bruce walked past me to the changing rooms, he subtly slapped then squeezed my ass. My cock jumped to attention, its foot and a half length making a very noticeable bulge. I quickly turned away from Ari and Mike, masking my embarrassment with a coughing fit. After a minute or so, it had softened enough to become unnoticeable (thank goodness I was wearing baggy jeans.)
Waiting for us in the wings were the Lionesses from the crowd, along with several male admirers. Normally, I would have leapt into either the pack of Lionesses, or if I was in the mood, the guys, and taken my pick off to my changing room. But now I was focused on something else, namely Bruce's tail hole.
I snuck away from them, leaving Mike and Ari to make their choice from the veritable harem of fans. I wound my way through the complex backstage and found Bruce waiting outside my changing room. In my mind I thanked whichever God looked after debauchery and depravity.
Walking up to him with slow steps, I placed one hand on his hips and the other on the side of his face, then drew him into our first kiss. His long, forked tongue explored deep into my mouth, running over my sharp canines, while I caressed each of his fangs. We both moaned and ground our hips together, feeling the other's bulge. My left hand slid from his cheek to behind his head, and my right went to fumble the door open.
We fell inside, still locked together, one of his hands squeezing my ass while the other rubbed my crotch. I kicked the door shut and grabbed him by the shoulders, pinning him against the wall and began to kiss down his neck. My claws came out and I slashed his tight t-shirt into ribbons, grazing his hard chest scales in the process. He gave a lusty murr as I reached the top of his trouser, which I practically ripped off. I'd only ever been with a male Dragon once before, and I have to admit he was a little disappointing. Fellow Wolves had knots, Horses had huge cocks and came in bucket loads, but the last Dragon was of average length, and had no redeeming features.
Not Bruce. Two fucking feet long and pointy at the end, he made me feel comparatively inferior. That was a new thing for me: women usually marvelled at my foot and a half wonder, and I was always bigger than any guy I was with. I mentally shrugged, and wondered why I was complaining.
My hands glided over it, almost reverently, before cupping his balls as I took the tip in my mouth.
'Fuck sake, Cyris, it isn't made of glass,' Bruce growled, grabbing my mane hair and thrusting into my mouth. Thankfully for both of us, I had never had a very good gag reflex, so his cock slid easily down my throat. He drew out, only leaving the tip in, and began to skullfuck me.
I felt his tail slipping my coat from my shoulders, before winding down the collar of my T-shirt and then tearing through the material. As he continued to pound into my mouth, his tail worked its way into my trousers and wrapped itself around my member. Slowly it began to give me a paw job, or in this case a tail job. I groaned around his cock, sending vibrations right to the base and making him groan in turn. 'Fuck... gonna... fucking... cum...' He ground out, ramming himself down my throat. He roared as he orgasmed, spurting his seed down my throat. Even though he was buried deep inside, his cum began to dribble from the side of my mouth, staining the carpet. Not that I cared at that point: I was too far gone in lust.
I stood and grinned at him, making a show of licking the remaining cum from my muzzle. Panting, he grinned at me, his tail tightening around my cock and pulling me into another kiss. 'Damn,' he muttered when we surfaced for air. 'I taste good.' His tail released my cock and undid the zipper on my jeans. They dropped down of their own will, followed shortly by my boxers which Bruce's tail tugged down.
'Is there nothing you can't do with that?' I grinned.
'Nope,' he laughed, coiling it around on leg and thrusting the tip up my tail hole. I gasped, my legs weakening slightly as he thrust a little more up. 'Alright, Brucy, you asked for it.' I spun him around and he bent over, bracing himself. I could see, at the corner of his mouth, a grin widening. I frowned and was going to ask what the fuck he was smiling about.
I never got the chance. I was impaled by his tail, driving in as deep as my stomach. 'Holy shit! Any deeper and it'll be hanging out my mouth.'
'Don't say you don't love it.'
I didn't answer. Instead I positioned myself at his tail hole and rammed in. Now it was his turn to gasp and moan. I drew out completely and knelt down, pressing my muzzle between his cheeks. I began to lick around his puckered hole, once or twice probing in. Now that he was lubed up enough, I stood back up and once again pushed in, a little more gentle this time. His tail shuddered inside me and I slid a foot of my cock up his hole. The remaining six inches were taken up by my steadily growing knot, the rough size of a melon.
We quickly worked out a rhythm. I thrust in sharply before slowly drawing out, while he would wriggle his tail around in me. Every now and then I gave his cock a good squeeze, just enough to make him moan my name in pleasure.
The more animal side of my brain began to take over: with every thrust my need to tie with Bruce grew until it became almost unbearable. Drawing entirely out, I roared as I slammed my hips forward, burying myself inside Bruce. My knot popped in and swelled even more as I jetted my seed right into Bruce's bowels. He also climaxed, his sphincter spasming and milking my cock for all it was worth.
Still joined together, we dropped into a couch. Due to the huge appendage lodged inside him, Bruce was forced to sit in my lap. I ran a finger along his flaccid cock and put it to my lips.
'Can't get enough?' We both smiled.
'I've just realised. I never got you to scream...' I said as he struggled off me, my knot now small enough to be removed. He straddled me, our cocks rubbing together, and his tongue slithered part way down my throat.
'Well, we've got the rest of the night for that.'