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Light was just starting to leak through the rather loose doors of the hay barn Kalinth and Amoux slept in. If that hadn't been enough to wake them the cock that had been crowing since far too early that morning started up his song again. That was enough to help Amoux open his eyes and make Kalinth stir. Her long tail uncurled from around them, stretching out as much as it could in the limited space of the barn and she yawned. Wings shifted and she twisted her body carefully to avoid rolling onto her rider. For his part Amoux didn't help at all. As soon as his eyes had opened they closed again and he tried to snuggle up closer to the blue scaled dragoness's side.

“It's too early," he complained to her. The human was hardly an early riser at the best of times and after having gotten to their makeshift quarters late the night before didn't make it easier for him to rise. It was warm next to her and he did not fancy the thought of the walk out through the snow to thank the farmer for the use of his barn. Hay and straw might not have been the most comfortable bedding, but the familiar poking was far better than being out in the snow. Let alone the cold flight the rest of the way home. He shivered at the thought!

“It really doesn't matter if you think it is early," she said softly. Though the way she started to coil herself back around him after she stretched didn't lend as much weight to her words as perhaps they should have had. “The worst of the wind blew itself out last night, the hop home from here won't be bad," she added. Neither of them were quite sure which of them she was trying to convince there though.

“Another little bit won't hurt, you know the farmer already thinks we are lay-abouts. I'm sure he's been up since before that damned bird was," he said and the rooster crowed again illustrating his point. He started to squirm out of his sleeping roll though. Only to find Kalinth still curling back up around him. Her nose nuzzled him. “You and right dear," he said, “We should get going. His arms wrapped around her muzzle though and he gave a long hug. Then his fingers gently started to massage behind her horns.

Her head more than filled his lap as she settled into his attention. What little desire there had been for getting underway was slipping away. After some time her chin came to rest on his lap and when it did it was rather hard to ignore his morning wood. She didn't bother making any attempt either.

“We really aren't in that big a hurry," she said and she nuzzled the bulge in his thin undergarments.

“Mmmph... We aren't, but we shouldn't, not here," he said as his fingers continued to dance over her fine soft scale. He made no move to shift her muzzle away from the tent of thin fabric either.

“It's not like it takes long and it'll get you moving," she teased as her nose pushed the tent in his pants back and forth.

“The farmer could come check when he is getting his barn back anytime," Amoux said, “Anyway, we could stop at that little hot spring on the trip home if we hurry."

“I could have you finished in no time," she replied, “And you'd be more awake." It was all he could do not to squirm when she licked his tip through his pants. A dragon's tongue was hot and she left a slick wet spot that soaked through to his skin immediately.

“Not fair," he protested, “I can hardly return the favor here." The mess of helping her would no doubt leave the barn and her rider smelling of just that.

“We'll spend longer arguing about it doing it," Kalinth said and her wing shifted to hide them from the barn's door.

The wet spot on his pants was just starting to cool off as he reached down and untied the drawstring of his pants. She certainly could have ripped it and it the past had, but too many ripped pants were hard to replace. So she waited, nuzzling his chest until the knot came loose and he slid the cloth down just under his package.

The human's shaft stood hard, almost painfully hard after her teasing, in the cool morning air. She cooed softly, a pleased noise that came from deep in her chest. He leaned back against her. Feeling the quiet noise more than hearing it. Her hot breath washed over him. It felt so much closer and more intimate now that it was hard to believe that only a layer of cloth had separated them before.

“Well?" He asked with a grin while she only looked at him for a moment.

“Well, I am just admiring," she said, matching him with the twist of a draconic smile.

“Well..." he said, trailing off as his fingers pulled back his foreskin. Slowly his head emerged and he wiggled it at her. A little squeeze of his cock formed a bead of pre on his tip for a moment before it started to drip down his shaft. “You get me quite excited dear." He said putting on the show he knew she enjoyed. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. Scale smooth under his lips.

“I can see that," she said. Her muzzle came up to return his kiss. Once he had thought that kissing would be difficult as different as they were, but he had been very wrong. Their lips formed together easily and if her tongue was far larger he made up for it by being just as eager. His mouth opened wide as hers slightly parted. Their tongues moved together as easily as any dancers.

One of his hands cupped her jaw, holding her gently as he would any lover. Having to hold his arm out rather close was the only change. The tip of her tongue was thin enough to venture into his mouth as nimble as a maiden's, but like all of her body warmer. As they kissed he slowly stroked his shaft. As much as he might want to draw out this pleasure this was hardly the place to take their time.

More pre had dripped down his shaft by the time their kiss parted. Her twist of a grin returned as she looked down at his hand still slowly stroking himself. “Getting ahead of me?" She asked. He didn't reply. Just leaned forward and kissed her forehead as she lowered her muzzle to his lap. Her tongue flicked out over the head of his cock. This time he shivered as her slick saliva joined his pre. As the familiar taste of his excitement spread on her tongue.

“Mmmmmph... Kalinth..." he said softly as her tongue swirled around his head. His hand stroked up his shaft and she felt the slick spurt of another bit of pre pushed from his shaft. Her tongue chased his hand in it's down stroke. Then slipped under his fingers. His grip loosened and then came free as her tongue folded around his cock. Her muzzle followed it and a moment later her soft scaled lips pressed to his crotch. Balls rested against her chin.

One of his hands still cradled her jaw while the other, wet with a mix of their fluids, rubbed her snout. It left shiny lines of pre over the dragon's nose Her nose flared and her eyes rolled up to look at him. There was a sparkle in them and he knew it would be more to clean up later, but she didn't mind. Both her nose and mouth felt full of her rider.

Her head started to pull back up along his shaft, her tongue toyed with his foreskin as her muzzle lifted. Her tongue stayed tight to the head of his shaft as her lips pulled sensitive skin back over both of them. Amoux squirmed and said, “You must not want me to last long at all." The rumble she replied with was noncommittal, but seemed to travel into his body in waves of pleasure.

“Gods..." he muttered as her muzzle sank back down his shaft. He wiped his slick hand on his pants and then both of his hands rubbed up her jawline. Then traced the lines along her cheeks as she found her rhythm. Her head slowly rose and fell on his cock. Eyes closed as her focus lay with her tongue. He knew he wouldn't last long. They both did. Soon his fingers were rubbing at the base of her horns again.

If they had more time she might have teased and explored his body. Taken her time to run her tongue around his balls. Bring him close to the edge and back down again. There would be time for that later. Instead his shaft got all of her attention with only the goal of helping him finish. It wasn't a difficult task. Just the velvet touch of her tongue would have been enough in short order, but instead she made art of it. Feeling each of his shifts, each throb of his cock, she tuned her motions. Her tongue gripped and squeezed him much like a talented hand, but with the soft, wet, warmth of an eager maw.

As he came closer the way he squirmed changed. It wasn't much, but more than enough for her to feel. The dragoness's tongue eased it's dance around his shaft and folded around him. Slick with a mix of her saliva and his pre. Tight around his shaft. There was a time for art and a time for raw pleasure. His hips started to thrust against the rise and fall of her head. Hands that had been caressing her wrapped around her horns. The movement of his hips increased as her head stilled. Held in place by her rider

Thrusts became faster. Had either of them been thinking of it they would have hoped that no one was outside the door. The sound of his shaft plunging in and out of her mouth was unmistakably obscene. He pulled himself close to her with his tight grip on the dragon's horns. He breathlessly whispered, “I am... I..." She gave her ascent with the slight nod of her head and his body tensed.

The man's cock pushed deep into his mount's muzzle. As deep as he could. His balls pressed snuggly between her snout and his body as he reached his peak. At first it was just thin pre that pumped into her. Then after a couple of pulses the thicker feeling of seed joined it. Amoux held himself tight to her as he came. Slightly lifting himself off the ground to keep himself full inside her. Quiet fell back over the pair, the obscene squelches of their play fading into the soft grunts of pleasure as her man came. Those lasted for some moments. Each “Uhhh..." he uttered shot another spurt of seed to coat her tongue.

As his climax waned she lowered him down. Still he held close to her though the tight grip on her horns became a soft embrace of her muzzle. Kalinth's tongue ran lightly along the bottom of his shaft. Teasing out the last of his seed as he slowly softened in her maw. Once she was satisfied he was spent she let his shaft slip from her lips, tilted her head back, and swallowed his seed.

“Gods.... Kalinth..." he murmured as her head came back down to nuzzle his chest. If she was also wiped off the pre that had gotten on her nose he could hardly complain. His arms wrapped around her. “I think we might need to stop somewhere more private on the flight home." He said with a grin and added, “I think I owe you now."

“Without a doubt and I can think of quite a few ways you could repay that debt." She said, a deep and pleased rumble in her soft tone. Her tongue flicked out and over his now soft package.

“Oh?" he asked, but got no answer beyond a shake of her head and a twist of a dragon's smile.

“We really should get moving or we will be lay-abouts," she chided as she rose to stretch and get into her harness. Leaving him sitting on the barn floor, cock still out, wearing a wide grin. He rose after her a moment later to tie up his pants and pack his things.

Helping her with the harness took far more time than putting together his own bedroll. Though that was in part due to the amount of time the straps around her hind legs took to place properly. Some of them could be quite tricky after all. And if she looked a tiny bit flushed when they walked out of the barn and thanked the farmer for his hospitality it was probably just the brisk morning. It surely has nothing to do with thoughts of those straps coming off at a peaceful little hot spring they planned to rest at.