Stiff Mornings
Dradgien, a young dragon that once defiled a shrine with his impetuous need to show who's boss, now finds himself at the whims of the dragon he provoked; a mature, perverted eastern dragon that offers him an irresistibly musky treat to sink in.
***This story is a trade I've done for Dradgien***
Growly greetings! I have quite a treat for those of you who like to see some fur on scales affairs. Particularly for those who also happen to like sheaths!
But before I unveil the story to you, I want to say that this whole project belongs to me as much as it belongs to Dradgien, whose concept acts as the pillars upon which this story has been built.
His idea involves a character that isn't part of his canon world and takes place in an alternate setting where his Dradgien is not quite the well mannered black dragon most people know. If you want to know how different he is in this story, well, I guess you'll just have to read to find out :D
Description: Dradgien, a young dragon that once defiled a shrine with his impetuous need to show who's boss, now finds himself at the whims of the dragon he provoked; a mature, perverted eastern dragon that offers him an irresistibly musky treat to sink in.
Story written by me
Dradgien, Shirokaze, cover art (c) to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dradmon/
*Stiff Mornings*
The heady smell of his master's musk was almost as annoying as his own leaky erection. Ever since he roused from that damnable dream where he almost, ALMOST fulfilled his kinkiest fantasy, Dradgien -a young black dragon that didn't know any better- laid tightly in the embrace of his master, unable to move a limb. Or well...one thing did move. His pesky cock. The very thing that got him into this happy accident of a situation.
It all started with a dilapidated temple and one stupid desire to leave his mark on the wrong set of belongings, for Dradgien, in his youthful haste, bothered not with the logical part of his excited mind. Instead of checking for clues in order to make sure this ruin of a temple was truly abandoned, instead of even heading the clues fed into his very core by his fine smelling nose, he crept inside the temple all cock and no brains to spray his urine all over a dragon's shrine.
And not just any dragon. Shirokaze. A furred beast of the eastern sort that, against all logic and expectations, put the youthful whelp into his rightful place. Under him. With a fat sheath to tend to and a musky ass to clean every morning. It was amusing in a way, that the dragon who peed on this holy place of worship had become himself an acolyte to a furred deity of unending lust and wrathful perversions.
And weird thing is...he liked it. Sure, there were some parts that conflicted with his draconic pride, but there was true pleasure to be had in serving another stronger, better male. Of course, Dradgien's duties extended past the cleaning of privates, as did his colorful punishments. But right now, the only punishment he suffered from was the sin of his own lust. A lust that started a long time ago, when he first set his eyes on a prize he always fought to claim, yet never succeeded.
An entry into his master's prized ass. Oh, how much he yearned to taste the puckered sphincter he polished to perfection so many times before not with his tongue, but with the tip of his own cock. To test its tight depths. To throb inside that tunnel of perfectly shaped muscles...to...to maybe even...spill his-
No. NO! Thinking of it only made his problem worse! With gritted jaws, Dradgien forced his eyes towards the chirping birds that flew about the entrance of his master's temple, chasing each other between the jaded pillars worn by rain and claw marks. So small they were. So innocent. He imagined being one of them, uninhibited by lust or responsibilities... chirping about simple things. Rising from his nest before the sky even turned blue...
Just like his tensing, throbbing cock.
"Mraahhhh!" a frustrating hiss left his throat. How could he endure this sexual torment if he couldn't even focus on a single moment of peace without his mind flying back to the base needs of his own aroused body? It was hard. So hard.
But so was the punishment that awaited him if he roused his master before he wished to. By accident or fate's blessed touch, Shirokaze squeezed him tighter than ever against his furred form. Tail coiled with his own, forelimbs placed against his scaled chest, fat sheath draped safely over his ungainly spike-less backside, Dradgien found himself pretty much trapped by the unwanted, unconscious love of his master. And as much as he contemplated the possibility of ridding himself of the bothersome itch to cum through oral means, he found no means to. None other than working himself into the very heat of a full blown orgasm with his mind alone. A feat even harder to achieve than convincing his master to peacefully raise his tail for him with no ulterior motives.
"Hrrfff." Drad settled his head back on the scraped pillow just below Shiro's snoozing snout. Embers of the erotic dream that pushed him into such frenzy of copulation -an even better replica of last night's insidious deeds- soared through his mind, inviting him back into that realm of endless of possibilities. A realm where the great Shirokaze spread his own tail in invitation, beckoning him with his tail to draw closer, not just to look or lick at his deliciously spread butthole, but plough him nice and deep like an...equal.
Are-Are you sure? Dradgien would ask with a look of utter shock on his drooling, mesmerized face. You want me to...mount YOU?
Put before the very tip of the situation, Shirokaze would flop on his back and invite him on top of him with a beckoning paw. Of course, as long as you are a good whelp and swallow everything I spurt...just...as you cum...he would grin mischievously with his snout pointed in the direction of his own dripping erection.
To both cum in him and savor the taste of his exotic semen...it seemed all too great. Too good, in fact. For before he even felt the heat of his rim press against the tip of his leaky erection, Dradgien's perfect dream gave way to the chirps of those randy birds and the imperfect truth of his current life. He was no alpha. He wasn't even the next best thing, to sample such forbidden delights. No.
He was a servant. A cock licker. A polisher of asses and groomer of balls and paws, unfit for the honor of staining his master's tail with his weak, impotent seed.
But even servants had their needs. It only took Dradgien a few hundreds more throbs to realize how much he preferred the risk of an unfortunate discovery over fantasizing about what could be, or pondering upon what an impotent male he was. At least if he got punished, he would suffer with a big cock lodged inside his tail!
Worming his way out of his master's embrace little by little, Dradgien managed to pry off his limbs without waking him up. Once free, he celebrated his achievement by stretching his stiff, spike-devoid back. First, a bow on the front legs. Then, a good stretch of those tense thighs, followed by a flare of his wings and a tail raised so high he could feel the relief of his stiff muscles rejoicing in a great deal of freedom. Only problem was...freedom was not the only thing that rushed over his shuddering body, but heat. Sharp, intense heat that corrupted his graceful morning stretch with an instinctive, primal, powerful thrust of the hips that bent his spine into an arched disgrace and made him look more like a desperate wolf with his meat hanging out.
"Mraaaahhhh...Noooo." Dradgien's throat sizzled not with the bliss of emptying his cock of a sliver of his pent-up lusts, but the regret of pelting his master's pillows with the sort of fluid he expressly forbade...multiple times, in fact. And it wasn't just once, but thrice, every one of them driving a spear into his scared little heart.
I'm fucked. I'm so fucked. Dradgien rushed to lap up his leak, only to end up face to face with Shiro's snarly snout.
"Is that what I think it is?" his sniffs confirmed his suspicions before any string of words could convince him otherwise. "Have I not shown you what happens when unworthy whelps plaster their impotent essence all over my belongings without my express permission?"
"You...rammed that point nice and deep the first twenty or so times, master." Dradgien settled on his haunches, head bowed, tail sneaking between his forelegs to block the embarrassing sight of his much too eager erection. "I shall clean my traces better than I polished your privates last night. Or better!" He sprang joyously over to the unimpressed dragon's hind side. "I will pick off all the remnants of last night's activities from your resplendent fur, so you can greet a new day pristine and white as the sun itself!"
"That..." Shirokaze's chest puffed out with what appeared to be a growl, yet what came out of his threatening maw was a long, lazy sigh, much to Dradgien's relief, "sounds like a lot of work for no discernable gain." He rolled on his back, with his legs spread far to the sides. "Engage in whatever pampering you deem necessary. Both outside as well as inside." He empathized that last word with a mischievous flash of his fangs. "Deeply so. I feel the stir of a few remnants that are...as you cleverly put it, unfit of my resplendent form."
Dradgien felt most relieved to be given such a chance...and more than a little bit aroused by the prospect of burying his snout in his master's fat monster of a sheath. He started from the front, as wisdom dictated, painstakingly licking or picking away at the stains of cum trapped in in his fur. How annoying, to find them in various states of crystallization. From thicker globs that stuck to his teeth with their jelly-like consistency to fully dried drops which required a much softer touch if he wished to avoid pulling his master's fur strings along with the mess, he all but hated this time consuming task.
Yet the further he went down the eastern's body, the better he felt. Drad's excitement peeked in rhythm with the throbs of his cock, until he found himself snout to face with the fleshy hollow that led deep into the still dripping cock home of his master.
"Hrrrffff..." the black dragon throbbed so hard his phallus ached when it slammed against his belly in a spectacle of dripping desire. He was here. Finally. One tongue slip away from entering it. His lips shuddered with bliss from the very first inhalation of that strong, masculine musk that mingled with a healthy dose of leftover cum, natural secretions, and...something spicier still. Something that made his mouth water like a starved hound facing a feast after weeks of famine.
Without reprieve, his tongue snuck out of his slavering maw. As soon as it made contact with the wet ring of Shiro's sheath entrance, he began licking and lapping at and about its entrance like an excited pup, whining out his peeking, all too obvious enjoyment. It tasted so good...
Closing his eyes as if he lost himself in a perfect dream, Drad allowed his tongue to finally sink deeper within those soft, malleable walls after about a minute of polishing the entrance. He burshed past fluids of various thicknesses. Even hardened chunks of bunched up semen rolled along his tongue until he kissed the tip of his master's dormant cock. He went around it after he briefly tapped his tip to find even greater treasures hiding within the depths of that loose, unexplored tunnel, pushing on and on until his tongue ached to bathe all the scents it collected into the sea of saliva pooling within his maw and his nostrils burned with the smells of sharp scent of his master's superior masculinity.
"Mraahh, mraaawwrr, awwrr." Drad's face contorted with blissful arousal, his full array of olfactive senses overwhelmed by the concoction of resident smegma, cum, and natural lubrication that suddenly flooded his senses.
More. He needed more!
Burying his snout right back in, Drad started to attack in a frenzy of snarls, not disgusted or resentful of this seemingly distasteful task, as one might think, but eager and needy for the bounty of tastes that hid within. He all but made out with Shiro's sheath instead of merely cleaning it, the quick jabs of his tongue scooping up every bit of fluids he could get his tip on. And as he feasted, the thought of braving the same wet shelter with another part of his body hardened within his mind like the sturdy frame of his spitting cock.
"Mmm-master," he stuttered, blinking fast, shaking his head as he dislodged from Shiro's sheath. His maw found it difficult to pronounce the proper words with the dazing miasma of all he had swallowed still fresh upon his tongue. "Could I...inside?"
Shirokaze didn't even pick his head up, lazying about in the same spread eagled position as if his sheath wasn't even tingled. "Count it on my pesky servant to bother me with such trifles so early in the day. If it was anyone but you dirtying my ears with such a mumbling, incoherent jumble of a request, I would throw them out of my temple in an instant." He regarded Dradgien's gaze with an opened eye at that. "But since you've performed admirably in your duties...duties that I have postponed for too long already, as the scents that still put that sour look on your face tell me, I shall grant you permission."
"R-really?"
"Don't take it as a kindness, whelp." Shiro's muzzle creased with a fierce snarl. "I just find this alternative option less annoying than the rain which keeps pouring from that worm of a cock you carry between your legs. Why don't you just bury it in my sheath? See how a real dragon's cock feels like. Just don't make a bigger mess than the one you cleaned. Or else, we shall have words."
With his piece said, Shiro once again closed his eyes, motioning for Dradgien to get whatever perversion he planned over and done with.
Clambering upon his master's body with the same starry look of bliss on his face, Dradgien started to jab his eager cock in the direction of the sheath's entrance before he even reached the proper position. He thrust, moved, thrust, crouched, thrust...dripping...throbbing...thoughts filled with nothing but the heat of his enveloping seed washing over his master's sleeping cock, until the coldness of the temple gave way to heat that matched his deliriously perfect fantasies.
He froze. From the moment his tip sunk into that delightfully moist flesh-cave, Drad trembled with the eagerness to pierce deeper. He wanted to, with all his heart...but he knew much too well what sort of punishment this sort of thoughtless action attracted. No. His master's kindness towards good deeds and wrath towards rushed decisions had been conditioned too well into his mind to give himself to his instinctual drive...
And so he paced himself by entering as slowly as possible. Throb by throb, little by little, limbs trembling, claws scrapping against the stone. Each push increasing the size of the bulge that formed along the furred shelther as more of his cock sunk inside, until...
"Is that how sharp the tip of your flesh-spear is?" Shiro brushed his bushy tail tip along the ground, shifting his position a bit, the insides of his filled sheath squelching in the process. "You've throbbed harder to thoughts of what could be when you were outside. This pussyfooting is putting me back to sleep. Perform. Or do you expect me to do your work for you?"
Drad had a good idea what that meant once his playful tail wrapped around neck and his haunches started pushing back in his direction. The fucker wanted a good filling after all. Mounting a few eager thrusts that showed but a sliver of his passion, Drad was treated to something even better when Shiro's balls started dancing before his very eyes. He looked back for approval...and once he got a lazy nod from his dozing master, he hesitated only for a moment so he could find his proper balance on three legs before his fourth reached out, eager fingers capturing the playfulness of those fat spheres inside a tight, clawed embrace.
This was true heaven. Not only was the sloppy, drippy shelter of his master's sheath a true pleasure to fuck, but so were his large balls a treasure to fondle, to sniff, to even lick if he lowered his serpentine neck far enough to manage that.
Yet there was something greater hiding beneath their perfectly round shape. A puckered tunnel of black flesh that emanated scents beyond even the wildness of his smegma.
Letting go of his balls, Drad craned his neck towards Shiro's butthole, the musk seeping deep into his hungry nostrils, Drad licked his snout with lust at the mere sight of it. So round, so...perfect. It could of course be the wetness of the sheath wrapped around his cock that fueled such mad drive to taste his master's pucker...
But to him, braving that place with more than just tongue pulled him right back into the fantasy of his dreams. Tight, warm, beautiful dreams that tested the speed of his animalistic thrusts and his ability to withhold his seed to the greatest limits, for the desire to be in there, to feel his master's tight walls clamp down around him with need, to plough him just a bit further as they ascended together towards the peaks of their greatest pleasure was what he wanted. What he needed.
Thrusting, fucking, enduring the sizzling tide of pleasure until drops trickled down his cock, heralding the coming of the most intense, fulfilling fit of ejaculation he would ever unleash inside the greatest, most perfect-
"Will you just cum already?" A fluffy slap from the tail wrapped around his neck took him out of his perfect dreams. "Your pathetic whimpering starts to remind me of all the wretches I fucked before I burdened myself with yet another whining mess of a servant. Are you a dragon, or a cunt of a woman, crying at the mere sight of a cock?"
"I'm sorry, master. I'll...finish as soon as I can."
"No, you'll finish whenever I decide!"
So he said, yet the incessant rocking of his haunches hinted at some deeper desires. The way his sheath squelched as it embraced his cock from tip to base. The ample lubrication stored within...it didn't fully belong to the dragon he so rudely addressed. Shiro added his own contributions to the juices that kept his pet going.
Contributions that rocked his need to spill a step higher.
If a fucking was what he wanted, then one he was about to receive!
Anchoring his claws into the cracks that were once the perfect smoothened floor of this ruined temple, Drad started to plough his master's sheath harder than ever before. In and out his big cock went, filling and drilling Shiro's sloppy cunt of a sheath. With every shove of his body, his bestial thrusts pushed the white dragon's body backwards bit by bit.
"Hrrrhh...aren't you an eager pet today?" Shiro's forelegs grappled around Drad's haunches so that he could keep himself from sliding too far down with the rocking motion of his pet's incessant thrusts. "Go on. Keep on pushing yourself to the limit. I'm eager to see how little of your pathetically thin seed leaks once you fill these walls with your bitchy screams."
Drad barely paid attention to his words in the frenzy of fluids and heat that enveloped his entire body. In the butting of heads his penis did with Shirokaze's sleeping cock. Many times their tips kissed one another...and just as many times his shaft slipped past Shiro's, further accentuating the bulge that made his sheath such a swollen spectacle to look at. Between his winking ass, his bouncing balls, and his unnaturally engorged mess of a sheath, Dradgien had so many reasons to let his seed unravel, though a small part of his logical mind did feel the warmth of pads as well as the sting of claws finding purchase on his hind legs...and once he figured out the master he was fucking, the proud dragon that spoke all these lofty words had just as good of a view of his tense, sexy ass as Dradgien himself did, the black dragon's ability to hold his cum back all but evaporated in the sea of stimuli barraging his all too aroused senses.
"Hrahhh!" Something sharp and hot escaped with Shiro's growl. Something he never expected to sample from the words of his stoic master.
A flurry of pre...and a throb to match it.
"Mrraaaaahhh!" The tide of cum that followed in the wake of Dradgien's potent roar quickly filled the sheath he buried himself down to his base to the brim, hitting the deepest reaches of Shiro's cock home...bathing his entire shaft in a sea of heat too enticing for his growing cock to remain indifferent to.
He throbbed once, a second, sharper hissing escaping his barred teeth. He picked his horned head up to look upon his once proud cock-home leaking with abundant strings of thick ivory fluids, so stretched and bloated around the throbbing, spurting, rock hard mess of a cock his pet lodged inside him. Even buried down to his metaphorical balls, Dradgien's girth was unable to hold the fierce quantity of cum from spewing outwards, flowing down onto white, clean fur like a bubbling river of condensed lusts. It might have been its thick, pearlescent quality. Or perhaps its fresh, taunting smell.
One thing was certain. Shortly after cum started to cover the black nipples of his lower belly in a sea of white, Shiro started throbbing again and again, each jerk of his hardening cock harder than the last. It took him five to push the whimpering black dragon out of his shelter but that did him little favors as the freely freed cock launched four of its remaining ropes straight across his balls and tailbase.
"That...felt so good..." Panting, with his bobbing cock dribbling its last reserves on his master's coat, Dradgien pointed a claw at the hefty mess that expanded over Shiro's once clean underside...and the black cock that peeked out of its home. "Seems my weak essence did manage to stir you, after all. Quite a bit too."
"As if it's abnormal for any male to harden in the presence of heat." Shiro scoffed. "You overvalue your uses, pet. Should I ask for your opinion, you will know, but for now that maw is better suited around my cock, swallowing the mess you unleashed."
"All of it?" Drad flopped down on his body, taking the entirety of Shiro's erection within his maw before the noodle could even affirm his stance on the situation.
"All...all of it...yessss, like...exactly like that..." Lowering his head back on his pillows, Shiro gently kicked his paws at the air. He hissed and growled softly as his paws twitched and his tail brushed over the ground, no doubt stirred by the winking of his anal muscles.
As he suckled the tasty juices from his master's blessed cock, Drad pondered upon his next conquest. How could he possibly buy himself a way inside that winking black ass? It was a tough dilemma to be sure.
A problem that could wait a bit longer. For now, he was happy to reward his master for his benevolence. To serve him, as was his purpose, like a resplendent dragon like him rightfully deserved.
***THE END***
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