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A Wyvern's Hoard

"Mmnh..."

Tango awoke to a muffled moan and an undeniably pleasant feeling. Lips, soft lips around his cock. He groaned happily as he lifted the bedding to peer bleary-eyed at the source of the stimulation, and smirked as he saw the bright eyes and the silvery grey scales of his wyvern familiar latched onto the head of his own draconic shaft.

"Morning, Erna."

The size-shifting dragoness, currently just big enough to wrap her open muzzle around the girth of Tango's erection, gurgled and waved a wing at the larger male as she continued to work. It was less a wave of greeting though and more one of playful, chiding frustration. Very much a quiet, I'm busy type of wave. The larger dragon smirked, shrugged, and set the blanket back down again. He folded his arms beneath his head against the soft pillow, and just lay there as the early morning sun shone through the window of his little home behind the smithy. He made no effort to urge the wyvern on faster or harder, but growled approvingly as much to himself as to her as Erna bobbed, slurped and seemed to give her all in not just teasing him, but driving his morning wood towards release.

How long exactly the micro wyvern had been working his cock before he woke up Tango couldn't have said, but from the speed at which he felt himself rising to orgasm it seemed likely that he had slept through a not insignificant proportion of Erna's blowjob. His hips shifted and shuffled beneath the bedding, and though he tried not to thrust amidst the twitching and throbbing of his cock, not to mention the feeling of the wyvern's hind-legs caressing his aching balls with her feet, it wasn't long before he found himself lifting the sheets again and gasping down at Erna while he watched his hips rising from the bed and straining skyward, lifting the wyvern up with him.

"E-Erna. Heads up, I'm... a-ahhhh... can't hold back."

It wasn't that his familiar didn't like swallowing, but when she was as small as she was the relative scale of his load meant Tango always tried to give her a little notice just in case she wasn't ready, or in the mood to guzzle down practically a whole bellyful of his seed. Sure enough her eyes sparkled with glee and gratitude at his comment, and this time as she grunted and waved her wings at him there was much more pleasant excitement behind the motion. Not merely an acknowledgement, but an encouragement too, bidding him to do what he said he was going to do faster, as soon as possible in fact.

Her forked tongue flicked out, and Tango snarled in ecstasy as its tiny, dextrous length teased at the opening of his dripping, drooling urethra. Erna's feet squeezed a little harder at his heavy, swollen balls, and with his hands suddenly gripping tightly at the pillow beneath his head Tango arched his head back in a roar of pure rapture. He heard the dragoness whine in lustful triumph astride him as his cock strained and flared within her maw, and a moment later he was pouring thick ropes of cum down Erna's throat. Draining himself into her with thrust after thrust and slurp after slurp from her hungrily working maw. The wyvern didn't spill a drop, and indeed she was still suckling, still squeezing at his balls when finally Tango growled in satisfaction and over-stimulation, having to reach down and coax her off him once more before her continued attempts to draw forth another few drops of seed grew too much for him to bear.

By the time she relented at his insistence, the wyvern seemed breathless as she pulled back from him. She panted heavily, and yet there was a definite rosy glow of pride beneath her silver cheeks as she licked her lips and beamed up at Tango, crawling up and curling into a ball on his belly, her own stomach tangibly plump against his smooth scales with the volume of cum she had greedily guzzled down.

"So, what did I do to deserve that?"

Tango growled softly, rather drained from the intensity of that orgasm and now noticing just how faint the morning light was, thus how early it still must have been. Erna glanced up at him, giggled, and shrugged.

"You had wood. I took care of it. No biggie. Go back to sleep, Tango."

The dragon chuckled, but yawned just a few seconds later, and grinned as he saw the infectious nature of his fatigue draw a similar yawn from the muzzle that had been gulping down his cum just a short while earlier. He sank back down to his pillow, and murmured softly as he settled the sheets back into place over him and his familiar.

"Well, thank you. And... yeah, back to sleep. Sweet dreams, Erna."

A gentle growl of contentment escaped through the sheets as Tango caressed the lump of his familiar through them, and with his hand still resting upon her while she lay upon his belly, the dragon was asleep again just minutes later.

*********

"Oh god, Erna... a-again?"

Tango growled as he felt warmth scrambling and sliding its way up his leg, peering down through the shower's flowing water to see his familiar climbing up him and beginning to rub herself over his crotch, the water rendering their scales even more smooth and allowing her to rather rapidly begin to coax forth his slumbering arousal. It had only been a couple of hours since he'd awoken to feel her maw around his cock, but as Erna stared up the length of his body and pouted, the fire in her eyes made it looked like it had been years.

"No, not again Tango. You came earlier. I didn't. So now you're gonna make me cum, too."

The dragon blushed. That was true, and he had been so worn out after his earlier orgasm that to his shame he hadn't even offered to return the favour, not that Erna had seemed particularly insistent about it at the time.

"You're right, I didn't."

He bowed his head in apology, running a hand down the micro wyvern's spine before cupping it and sweeping down around the base of her tail, caressing the already slick, warm slit of her nether regions as she teased him back to full hardness. To Tango's surprise though Erna pulled away from his touch and hissed softly, not in anger or embarrassment at his touch, but in fevered desire.

"N-no. Not your fingers. Not your tongue. Your cock. I... I need your cock. Your cum inside me."

Tango didn't even have a chance to answer before Erna made that fact perfectly clear, scaling her way a little further up his body with wings and claws gripping at the tiny gaps between his own scales. He gasped as her hot pussy rubbed itself back and forth against his now swollen erection a handful of times, and shuddered as just a few seconds later the wyvern barely bigger than his head not only slipped the tip of his cock inside of her, but hurriedly and gleefully sank herself down onto him from tip to base, engulfing every last inch of Tango within walls that were even hotter and wetter than he had expected to find them. She really, really did seem to need this, and as she began to push off and drag herself back down against him with her clawed feet, the look of bliss and hunger on her face betrayed that fact in even less uncertain terms.

Settling down in one corner of the shower with the hot water raining down over them, Tango just cradled Erna against him and allowed her to do the work. She seemed more than happy that way, indeed he got the distinct impression that had he tried to intervene and take even the slightest control he would have received some chiding words for his troubles. Her body rocked and bounced against his until with a shuddering cry the wyvern climaxed, tossing back her head and whining happily as Tango stroked her neck while she spasmed and quivered around him. No sooner was she done though, panting and nuzzling gently against the male's own scaled chest, she resumed her riding again with every big as much vigour.

By the time Tango roared and unloaded in her for the second time that day, Erna had just reached her third quaking, writhing orgasmic high. She shrieked and roared right along with him as a gush of hot fluids added to the warm water raining down over them, and just like that morning Tango watched the little wyvern take in every last drop he had to offer, writhing and bucking upon his cock until it was tender and drained to the very last once more.

"Feel better now?"

He stroked along her spine once again, chuckling as she sagged against him, cock still lodged inside her. Like that morning he could feel her rounded, now slightly distended midsection jiggling against his body, holding not one but two ample loads in its micro-sized form, and he laughed as she blushed and nodded, but met his gaze with eyes that betrayed a lingering expression of desire even now.

"Horny little wyrm..."

He chuckled and scratched her under the chin, smirking as she tried to pout playfully even as her eyes rolled back at the tender, loving touch.

"C'mon now. Let's get cleaned up. I actually have stuff to do today, and you... well, you're probably gonna need another nap, after that."

They washed themselves, dried off and began their morning routine more or less as normal after that, but the day didn't remain normal for too long. Tango had barely been at work in the smithy for an hour when he stepped into the furnace room to stoke it a little, only to feel a little wyvern unfastening the belt of his britches before he could stop her. He groaned and told her he had work to do, but that was little consolation when she started to lick and nuzzle at his once more swelling cock, and only ten minutes later did he emerge again, scales glistening primarily from the heat, but somewhat from the exertion of fucking the now even more rounded-bellied wyvern within that scorching warmth.

Over lunch he found Erna sitting in his lap to nibble on his sandwich crusts, and it wasn't long before her wriggling and squirming had managed to elicit a response which of course the wyvern felt obligated to deal with even as Tango grunted, gasped and continued to enjoy his meal.

"My fault, I'll fix it though!"

And during the middle of the afternoon, just as Tango was wondering if the wyvern might actually be in heat, unlike the last time when she had simply tricked him into thinking she was so he'd spend a whole day pleasuring her, he found himself faced with even more evidence in that regard as Erna fluttered up onto his head and began to whisper in his earns as he worked, her by now bulging belly jiggling and rippling against his scales.

"O-one more? Please, Tango. Pleeeeease. J-just one more fuck, I swear."

To Tango's surprise though, that supposed one last fuck did seem to do the job. He snarled and shuddered as he felt a wave of the wyvern's magic surge through him as he climaxed, feeling his balls swelling and unleashing themselves like he had been holding back for days rather than having drained himself dry five times since dawn. He watched Erna lying on her back on the bench before him, writhing, curling her toes and screeching in orgasmic bliss as her lower torso stretched and grew visibly before his eyes, and then... then as he pulled out of her and watched a dribble of over-flowing cum begin to ooze out of the stretched out micro's pussy before her walls seemed to clamp down and lock the rest inside, he saw Erna look down at her vast belly, giggle, and smile up at him with sincere gratitude and glee.

A moment or two later she was flapping away, exerting a little more effort than normal in her flight as she carried her cum-filled self away, and as Tango zipped up yet again and got back to work, he saw nothing more of her until the last of his tasks at the forge were done.

Only when he returned into the house at the rear of the smithy that evening did Tango find Erna, and even then it wasn't because she sought him out for yet more sex. In truth he was seeking her out, dinner almost being ready and the wyvern often making her presence known by then as the scent of cooking meat and rich gravy flowed through their home. The lack of her buzzing around demanding to know how many more minutes it would be down to the nearest second made him curious, especially since sex tended to make Erna even more hungry than normal. Thus he wandered into the bedroom in search of her, and sure enough found the wyvern resting upon a small table at the far end of the room.

Though, in truth, perhaps resting wasn't the best description of what she was doing.

"Mmnnhh... aahhh..."

With her bulging belly sticking up into the air, Erna lay primarily flat on her back with her tail buried in her pussy, working itself rather feverishly in and out while her neck craned around one hundred and eighty degrees so that she could read the large book propped open in front of her. She didn't stop even as Tango's shadow fell over her, but simply glanced his way with a bashful, needy giggle, then a moan as she looked back at the book. The larger dragon's own eyes fell to the page that she was reading, and he smiled as he read over a few lines himself. It wasn't an erotic novel, it wasn't anything remotely saucy by that measure. In fact, the book was a history book. A history book about dragonkind, and their ancient past.

"T-the book says... oooh... the book says that the most powerful dragons in the world claimed vast hoards of treasure."

Erna whimpered gleefully to Tango as she continued to fuck herself with her tail, that fifth limb slick with her juices for most of its length, and her crotch absolutely soaked as though indicating the orgasm towards which she was working herself was anything but her first.

"Hoards m-made from... mmhh, aa-aaah yesssss... f-from whatever they valued most in all the world."

Curling her own wings in against herself, Erna gurgled happily, lustily as she rubbed them over her huge, cum-swollen belly.

"That means... a-aahh... that means right now, I... I must be one of the most powerful dragons in the world, right? My hoard is... ooohh, it's huge and... a-and... there's nothing I can think of that I'd want more! So, I'm powerful, right? So... s-so.... aaahyessss... so powerful!"

Tango grinned as he watched the wyvern begin to writhe, to thrash, and to cum hard before his eyes as she masturbated herself. He reached down and stroked her huge, rounded belly, before letting a few fingers of that same hand drift down over the curve of her stomach to where her tail was still feverishly working in and out, and caressing her sensitive clit to further heighten the pleasure. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, and as the wyvern shrieked in ear-splitting, mind-numbing pleasure, Tango leaned over and kissed her atop her roaring, thrashing little head.

"Of course you are, Erna. In fact as far as I'm concerned, there's no other dragon in this world or beyond that can even come close."

By Jeeve