{"sf1_id":1754703,"sf2_id":"3egQQEWn","title":"Sleep (Me/Ieesha)","author":"Coranth","words":715,"posted_at":"2021-08-21T10:22:31.000Z","tags":["Dragoness","Human","Love","M/F","WAFF","comfort"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1754703-sleep-me-ieesha","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/3egQQEWn","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1754703\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Night in the Weyr as a man and his dragoness prepare for sleep.","content":"She doesn't like it when I wear night-clothes; pyjamas, dressing-gowns, robes, or what-have-you. As I step towards the center of the room,\u0026nbsp;where she lays upon the Fleece Pile, waiting for me, one enormous, midnight-blue eye opens and she\u0026nbsp;_growls_ softly, before uttering a soft, yet still commanding\u0026nbsp;_chirrup.\u0026nbsp;_\"Do I have to?\" I ask. \"It's going to be cold tonight.\"\n\nSnorting softly, she nods sharply, then utters that commanding\u0026nbsp;_chirrup_ in her language, Hii'Kirrta. Well, I\u0026nbsp;_say_ commanding\u0026nbsp;_chirrup,_ but the sound she utters is in fact a word that roughly translates as \"[away/gone]\" as that is what she wants. Giving her a look of long-suffering - to which she snorts and rolls her eyes - I concede to her wishes.\n\nHer eyes are on me as I hastily strip down, but her gaze is neither judgemental, nor lustful; instead, her gentle eyes are\u0026nbsp;concerned as she watches the reveal of my human body; lithe, toned, littered here and there with the odd scar from combat, countless battles against the Zerg. A \"gary-stu god\" I am not. As naked as the day I was born, shivering in the coolness of the room, I step towards her, her\u0026nbsp;_amusement_ filling my thoughts as she uncurls herself just enough.\n\nStepping over her tail, I sit down against her enormous, golden-bronze body, then lay back against her side as she \"closes\" her curl and flops a wing over my body like a blanket, covering my nakedness such that only my head is visible, if at all. Now, surrounded by the warm, musty comfort of her body,\u0026nbsp;I'm no longer cold; the warmth of her higher body temperature suffuses every part of me.\n\n**_~That's better,~_** she states, quietly.\u0026nbsp;_ **~I like the feel of you against me; your skin against my hide. Why is it you still insist on wearing those garments at night? I am with you; you do not need them anymore.~** _\u0026nbsp;Due to the bond we shared - and her gradual\u0026nbsp;_attuning_ to me as time went on -\u0026nbsp;there was much she understood; or... at least, _seemed_ to understand.\n\nWhen we were around other humans, she had no quarrel with the human\u0026nbsp;concepts of privacy and modesty; she understood that she could not, for example, follow me into a toilet or a bathroom--and not just due to her size! However, for all the human - or at least human-_like_\u0026nbsp;qualities she'd gained - I was reminded often that she of course\u0026nbsp;_wasn't_ human;\u0026nbsp;there were times when she seemed utterly\u0026nbsp;_alien._\n\nShe knew about bathing, taking a bath, for example, and let me do so--but the moment we were away from other humans she would nip, softly, and persistently,\u0026nbsp;at my clothing, wanting me to strip; then when I was nude she would insist on licking me clean, bathing me with her saliva, rubbing her muzzle all over me.\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe stated it was because she didn't trust the chemically processed and filtered-clean\u0026nbsp;water of human cities; but I\u0026nbsp;suspected that it was something to do with\u0026nbsp;_scent;\u0026nbsp;_that she wanted her scent on me, perhaps to ward off other female Kirathian Dragons. When I had a quiet word to her about this, she shook her head and\u0026nbsp;laughed--but that was then. Back to now.\n\nLaying there with her, her great body curled, her wing over me, I feel her\u0026nbsp;_purr_; then I feel the dampness of her tongue as she lick-grooms my hair, licks sweat from my forehead; then the warmth of her breath washes over my head and face as she exhales. As she moves her head such that her eyes meet mine, still to this day\u0026nbsp;I wonder\u0026nbsp;_why_ she is even with me. She could just... fly away and find a\u0026nbsp;_dragon_ lifemate.\u0026nbsp;_Why_\u0026nbsp;does she stay with me? What on Earth does she see in me?\n\n_ **~Silly human~** _ she chides me, gently,\u0026nbsp; **_~we know this. My kind were\u0026nbsp;built... made... - the word you use would be \"engineered\" -\u0026nbsp;to be the companions of humans. Others, my kin, have their humans, but\u0026nbsp;_**** _I was designed for you. Engineered for you. Only for you.\u0026nbsp;My human. My lifemate. You are mine, and I am yours--and I love you so very much...~_** Drawing her head unto my body I hug\u0026nbsp;her as best I can, kiss\u0026nbsp;her muzzle gently again and again, whisper\u0026nbsp;to her that I love\u0026nbsp;and adore\u0026nbsp;her in return because it is true. Then, a soft good night, and\u0026nbsp;together, we close\u0026nbsp;our eyes and sleep.","series":{"name":"Kirathian Dragon Ieesha","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1922846-introducing-ieesha-to-earth.json"}}