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Down the Throat of the Macro Stud

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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Layne gasped, the micro dragon squirming as his normal-sized partner, a drake with an easy, wide grin, parted his maw for him.

"I think you know where you're going tonight..."

He'd been sprawled across Julian's pillow, a spread that was large enough for him to use as bed - too big, even - when his partner had caught him, snatching up his sparkling green-scaled body as if he was a precious gemstone. The horns on his head and light spikes on his back would not dissuade Julian, however, with the much larger dragon's cock rising, stroked by one, languid paw as if arousal, even then, was something of an afterthought to him.

Where Julian, a standard black dragon with white plate-scales on his belly stretching up his neck, was normal, his partner was only three inches tall: the perfect size for teasing, especially when his micro cock was so hard. With the two of them naked, perfectly so, they could take their passion as they pleased, Layne whimpering cutely as he was dangled over Julian's maw.

He could have said no, but he didn't want to, groaning as the larger dragon taunted him. He'd only ever trust Julian to treat him in such a way, and only him, only with their consent. It was a risky kind of play that could go wrong without a touch of magic, yet there was more than enough in their draconic bodies to ensure that they would be safe, from their wings right down to the tips of their tails.

Thus, Layne exhaled, nodding his consent, his cock aching, hardening too quickly, dripping with pre-cum. He was always "too obvious" when he was aroused, allowing his partner to, in a way, take advantage of him, but that dripping maw, wet with saliva was not something that he ever wanted to ease away from.

No, all Layne wanted was to descend down and down and down into that delicious wetness, to feel, yet again, the slickness of Julian's pink tongue curling and slapping up and around him. He may have whimpered and squirmed but his panting maw and shining eyes answered the question that could not be heard through his huffed words.

"Oh... Yes... Gods..."

Julian chuckled good-naturedly, too bright to act the part of the big, bad, wicked dragon for too long, as much as Layne enjoyed it too. Not quite him, but there were still more to come as the small dragon was enveloped in his maw, squirming and wriggling, turning over and over in the scope of the larger drake's jaws. There was plenty of space in there for him between the sharp teeth, Julian rumbling a luxurious growl that sent rippling tremors through Layne's entire body.

"Yes... Ohhh..."

He didn't have to hold back, but it was all that Layne could do right then and there not to lose himself to climax so quickly, squirming on that tongue, so thick and fleshy even though it boasted that forked tip that some dragon's had too. It flickered back and forth as the micro tried to grab and latch onto it, soaked in spit, though not caring at all about that. He was right where he wanted to be, rubbing his tiny dick into the giant tongue, though the darkness at the back of Julian's maw was as alluring as anything else.

Soon...

Maybe sooner than he thought...

There were passions, after all, to be taken regardless of anything else and they both lusted for one another, even as Julian sat on the edge of the bed, tipping his head back slowly, so slowly. The slip of Layne in his mouth could have been put down to something else, if they had not been paying attention to what was going on, but his cock was in paw, stroking luxuriously. There was no rush, but Layne's wriggling humps sent him further and further back in the macro's muzzle, the comparative giant to him who could, quite literally, swallow him whole.

It had been done before between them, the magic in their bodies protecting the two of them, and Layne gasped as gravity took effect, dragging him further and further back towards Julian's throat. The uvula dangled, but would not cause him any trouble as his feat eased back, trying, even then, to not kick his lover accidentally, for that would have spoiled the experience for both of them. Chuckling throatily, Julian swallowed and opened up the passage for Layne, pushing his lover further and further back even as Layne howled and spent a tiny load of cum on the giant drake's tongue.

Even with that orgasm, there was only one place for him to go and that was feet first down his lover's throat. The pull of his throat called him on as he disappeared, each gulping swallow sending him further and further down until even the dragon's throat closed over his head, encasing him in Julian's throat.

Julian rubbed his throat, smirking as he helped his partner down, Layne squirming, a bulge that needed more than a few gulps to get him down, safe and sound, into the pit of his stomach. That was all well and good, however, as long as Layne was safe, Julian finally laying back across the bed as his lover made his way down his oesophagus, his cock in paw, stroking and stroking, the tip bubbling with that tantalising prelude of cum.

Close... Layne would know when the tremors of his partner's body reached that fever pitch that he was climaxing too, though the micro dragon had already had his fill, tucked away safe and warm in the pit of the macro's belly. Well, Julian might have been a regular sized dragon to others, but he was a macro to a micro, the two of them coming together perfectly, as they always did.

As Julian shuddered and tensed around him, the walls of his stomach pulsing and rippling lightly, Layne smiled, breathing easily, the magic shared between them keeping him safe until it was time to, once again, leave his lover's stomach. But it was where he wanted to be, even more so in that moment, the weight of him pleasing his partner, sending him into fits of a high, again and again, from the mere act of swallowing him.

Was there anything more intimate that they could share? If so, they had not found it yet.

And, so, they stayed.