Secret Sanctuary Fun
In a hidden cave, a dragon and his secretary bird lover found a secluded sanctuary. One day, they decided to explore their affection in the most delightful way.
This story is a work of imagination. None of the characters are based on real people. All characters are of legal age and consent to the sexual activities depicted in this story.
A dragon could be seen soaring through the raging storm, his powerful black wings beating against the gale-force winds. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, but the dragon remained undeterred. He was on a mission to find shelter, and he would not rest until he did.
Suddenly, the dragon spotted a small opening on the side of a cliff. He swooped down and landed inside, grateful for the respite from the storm. The cave was dark and damp at first, but the dragon could see that it opened up into a larger chamber ahead.
Curiosity getting the better of him, the ebony dragon ventured further in. As he rounded a bend, his eyes widened in surprise. Before him stretched a vast, dome-shaped chamber, bathed in the gentle glow of sunlight streaming through a hole at the apex. In the center of the chamber was a serene lake, its crystal-clear waters reflecting the sun's golden rays.
The dragon had never seen anything so beautiful. He descended to the lake's edge and took a sip of the water. It was pure and refreshing, like nothing it had ever tasted before. The dragon knew immediately that this was a special place, a sanctuary where he could come to rest and recharge.
Recognizing the cave's potential as a haven far removed from prying eyes, the dragon wasted no time in sharing this newfound treasure with his avian companion, a secretary bird. The dragon showed the bird the hidden chamber and the lake. The bird's eyes widened in awe, as he knew that the dragon had found a precious treasure.
From that day on, the cave became the dragon and the bird's cherished retreat. They would escape to its tranquil embrace whenever they needed a break from the demands of their daily lives. They would picnic on the cave's shores, swim in the lake's cool waters, and bask in the sunlight that streamed through the hole in the ceiling.
The cave was their sanctuary, a place where they could be themselves and enjoy each other's company without the prying eyes of the world.
On a warm summer day, the dragon and the bird decided that a dip was in order. And what better locale to indulge in their aquatic desires than the beloved cave?
"I dare say it's time for another adventure beneath the waves, don't you think?" The dragon said to the bird, nudging the avian's shoulder as he repositioned his backpack.
"Absolutely! Our cave is like our secret underwater paradise." Replied the bird, his white feathers fluttering with excitement.
Preparing for more than just a fleeting visit, they gathered supplies for an extended stay. Arriving at their sanctuary, they wasted no time arranging their belongings, eager to immerse themselves in the water's cool embrace.
Once they arrived in the private confines of the cave, it took no time for them to strip off their clothes with giddy excitement. They leaped into the sparkling depths, laughter echoing off the chamber walls like the chorus of lifelong companions.
The dragon unfurled his broad black wings, flapping them to jump exceptionally high before splashing onto the body of water. "Ahh, the water feels amazing! This is exactly what we needed."
"I had a hunch," The bird giggles as he watches his dragon mate splashing onto the water like a big rock. The avian himself started unfurling his feather wings, flapping them to launch him into the sky before diving gracefully. "Ahhh... I could do this all day."
Their playful banter and the sound of splashing water filled the cave as they enjoyed their day, their bond growing stronger with each shared moment.
But in this state of uninhibited vulnerability, the absence of clothing offered no veil for the dragon's eyes to wander and admire the bird's exquisite, feathered form. The allure of enticing poses and teasing gazes stirred a flame within the dragon's loins, kindling a passionate arousal that could no longer be suppressed.
Unleashing a surge of desire, his dual flesh rods started to emerge from the confines of his genital sheaths. Long, throbbing, dual flesh rods, endowed even for the standard of his species. The dragon rumbled deeply as he continued to ogle at his avian mate, and with one hand, grabbed one of his pleasure rods that were still submerged and hidden under the water, giving it a small rub as a hint of preseed started to form on its tips before the transparent and viscous fluid was dragged away by the water.
As the bird conveyed his intentions to prepare the meal, he gracefully emerged from the lake, each droplet of water clinging to his pristine white feathers like liquid diamonds. There was a calculated mischief in his demeanor, and, with a subtle yet deliberate motion, he lifted his tail feathers, revealing a flash of vivid pink under said tail--a tantalizing glimpse that left the black reptile momentarily stunned.
Undeterred by the two spears jutting proudly from his crotch, the dragon, with a dignified air, stepped out of the water. He watched the bird's departure with a quiet intensity, biding his time and concealing a smoldering desire beneath the surface.
As the bird turned to beckon his mate, a hushed moment enveloped the surroundings, as though the very air held its breath in anticipation. Then, as if teasingly scripted by fate itself, a mischievous grin slowly crept across the bird's beak, transforming his countenance into a portrait of playful desire. His half-lidded eyes, glistening like pools of sapphire, were now fixed upon his draconic companion, casting a magnetic enchantment.
The dragon, standing there with a regal bearing, appeared as if chiseled from the finest of ancient stones, a sculpted masterpiece brought to life. Rugged jawline and formidable spikes adorned his frame, bestowing upon him an irresistible aura of strength and masculinity. Every inch of his tall, lean form seemed to have been honed by the very elements themselves, sculpting a physique that stirred the deepest passions within the avian's soul.
But it was those arms and torso, sinuous and rippled with powerful muscles, that held a particularly irresistible allure. They were a testament to the dragon's prowess, a visual symphony of masculinity that never failed to ignite an inferno of desire within the bird's chest. And then there were his legs, sturdy and draconic in nature, perfectly designed to anchor him during the most fervent and intense of mating rituals. Every detail, every curve and contour, was accentuated by a cascade of glistening water droplets, enhancing the dragon's allure to an almost otherworldly level.
Yet, amidst this breathtaking display of draconic magnificence, there was a particular region that commanded the bird's most fervent attention - the dragon's nether regions, to be precise. With a gaze that could only be described as hunger, the avian's eyes fixated upon the treasure nestled at the dragon's groin. Not one, but a pair of alluring draconic appendages beckoned, framed by the dragon's powerful thighs.
At their base, the bird's eyes could discern the dragon's own cloaca slit, stretched to its fullest to accommodate the girth of these two impressive shafts. Speaking of the shafts, they were a vivid, pinkish-red hue, their tapered tips exuding an air of primal male virility. Each member mirrored the other in both form and stature, standing rigid and unwavering, throbbing in rhythm with the dragon's pulsating heart. A subtle sheen of water droplets adorned portions of their length, adding a tantalizing shimmer to the dragon's dual weapons. Yet, it was the natural lubricants, secreted from the depths of the dragon's vent, that coated most of the shafts, rendering them slick and inviting.
As if in response to the bird's unspoken desires, beads of preseed began to form at the tips of the dragon's virile members, their slow descent tracing delicate pathways along the underside of both lengths. The sight was nothing short of mesmerizing, a tantalizing display of arousal that sent shivers down the bird's spine. He could feel the primal stirrings within his own cloaca, a pulsating anticipation that mirrored the dragon's own arousal.
At that moment, amidst the glistening allure of water-slickened scales and the intoxicating scent of desire, the avian found himself enraptured by the irresistible temptation that stood before him, his own desires aching and undeniable.
The bird continued to ogle at his dragon while, with a languid pace, the avian strolled towards a formation of rocks, his tail feathers swaying provocatively. The dragon remained motionless, his eyes locked onto the bird, a predator patiently awaiting the perfect moment to pounce.
Leaning against the rock, the bird unfurled his wings above his head, thighs invitingly parted to showcase an equally eager cloaca. "Come on~ your food's waiting~," in a seductive cadence, he called out to the dragon like a siren would to a sailor, whose every step exuded unbridled lust. His wings expanded like a threat display, spears pulsating with a fervent desire to claim his avian companion.
The air crackled with anticipation as the dragon closed the distance, his eyes ablaze with primal hunger. The dragon's wings unfolded in a rapid, commanding display in an electrifying burst of energy, he lunged forward, enveloping and ensnaring the avian with astonishing speed. The dragon's lips met those of the bird's beak in a fiery, insatiable kiss--a conflagration of lust that ignited their very souls.
Their embrace was not so much a tender caress as a voracious consumption. The dragon, with a feverish hunger, laid claim to the bird's essence, its actions more akin to an act of voracious possession. The bird found himself ensnared in an irresistible web of desire. Helpless and unable to resist, he surrendered to the overpowering presence of the enigmatic ebony reptile before him.
The bird's voice reverberated through the eerie stillness around them as he emitted plaintive groans, a poignant symphony of longing, designed to captivate the dragon's attention. Powerful, muscular hands firmly grasped his delicate, white feathered arms, rendering him immobile. The dragon, a creature of dark allure, continued to kiss and suck the bird's life out of his mouth, their connection intense and undeniable.
As moments stretched into eternity, the dragon's cavernous maw, never parting from the avian's, embarked on a sensual journey. His wide reptilian tongue, a languid explorer, traced a path from the bird's beak down to the vulnerable expanse of his neck. "Hahh... fuck...," released from his initial confinement, the bird's mouth became a vessel for fervent curses and gasps. Ecstasy enveloped the bird as the dragon's voracious appetite consumed his essence with each tender caress.
With predatory eyes locked upon the bird's rapturous countenance, the dragon's forked tongue embarked on its next venture. It ventured forth, tracing the contours of a wingpit, the bird's favorite pleasure point. The dragon's eyes fluttered closed once more as his tongue made languorous progress, bestowing an agonizingly slow, lascivious coating of saliva upon the bird's outstretched arm.
The dragon's devotion to his insatiable feast persisted, each movement a deliberate act of seduction. He also lavished attention upon the bird's feathered breast, his attentions alternating between fervent licks, longing sucks, and tantalizing nibbles. A symphony of pleasure and desire emanated from the bird, his beak agape, a gateway for a chorus of moans and groans that mirrored the dragon's insatiable appetite. As the dragon slobbered over his prey, the bird's chest heaved in tandem with the tumultuous waves of pleasure that surged through him, rendering him utterly and irresistibly lost in the throes of ecstasy.
The intensity of their desire reaches its peak as the bird's heaving breaths and unrestrained moans fill the air. His beak remains wide open, allowing the dragon to savor every sound of pleasure. The bird's chest rises and falls with each desperate gasp, a clear testament to the overwhelming passion between them.
In this heated moment, the dragon's dual spears exerted a steady, tantalizing pressure against the bird's exquisitely sensitive crotch. The avian's own cloaca, now flushed with anticipation, pulsated and quivered in readiness, ready to be engulfed by the dragon's fiery spears. The dragon's hips, ablaze with uncontained lust, began a slow, sensuous dance against the bird's vulnerable crotch. Each thrust of the dragon's hips sent his twin spears sliding and plunging up and down against the avian's drenched feathered crotch, creating a scintillating friction that set their bodies aflame.
Precum, a clear manifestation of the dragon's heightened arousal, flowed incessantly from the glistening tips of his spears. It cascaded in thick, translucent rivulets, bathing the avian's sensitive crotch in their combined essence. The ground beneath them became a gleaming canvas of their shared passion, the very earth drenched and saturated in the molten elixir of their unquenchable desire.
Sensing the bird's unspoken desire, the dragon seizes his lean waist and guides his head lower, descending to the bird's moist, eagerly awaiting flowers. Their eyes lock, a silent agreement passing between them. The dragon, captivated by the lust-filled gaze, draws his snout closer to the bird's throbbing center, taking in a deep, sensual whiff. The intoxicating aroma only serves to fuel his desire further.
Without further hesitation, the dragon's tongue explores the bird's wet snatch, swirling and tasting the mingling juices of both partners. As their fluids intermingle, their connection deepens, and the dragon succumbs to his primal instincts, enveloping the bird's cloaca with his eager mouth, delivering the ultimate pleasure they both crave.
The avian's world was set ablaze with desire as the dragon's velvety tongue made contact with the exquisitely sensitive core of his being. Every nerve ending ignited in an electrifying symphony of sensations, causing the bird to gasp in sheer astonishment. When the dragon's oral exploration ventured deeper, feasting on the bird's most intimate sanctuary, the avian couldn't help but erupt into a crescendo of ecstatic screams and moans. He clutched the dragon's scaled head, feathered fingers entwined with the intricate patterns of his scales as if seeking an anchor in the storm of pleasure. The bird's entire body tingled with waves of ecstasy, each caress and movement causing his back to arch gracefully. While their liaison was far from being their first, the bird still marveled at how his dragon possessed an unparalleled skill for pleasuring him like no other.
The dragon was entirely engrossed in this passionate act, his devotion fueled by the symphony of pleasure-filled sounds that the avian produced. With an almost otherworldly skill, the dragon drew the bird's life force through the delicate channel with a mesmerizing combination of slurping, sucking, teasing pokes, and languorous licks from his agile, reptilian tongue. His teeth, agile and careful, grazed the tender flesh surrounding the sacred opening, adding a delicious edge to the experience.
Overwhelmed by an intense surge of desire, the dragon's hips moved as if possessed, each twitch and thrust a testament to the primal fervor coursing through his powerful frame. His dual appendages throbbed with unbridled energy, their tips shimmering with the dragon's own secretions, further enhancing the sensuous slickness that enveloped them. The moisture pooled beneath them, steadily growing into a substantial, glistening testament to the fiery union consuming them both.
After savoring the bird's exquisite essence for a few tantalizing minutes, the dragon slowly withdrew his maw from the avian's crotch, leaving behind a prominent trail of glistening draconic saliva on the now flushed and puckered opening. His reptilian forked tongue, moist with the bird's essence, delivered one final teasing, sensuous lick to the bird's swollen, crimson cloaca. Gazing up at the avian with an insatiable hunger in his predatory eyes, the dragon silently beseeched for permission to consummate their union.
The bird, his eyes fluttering open as the dragon ceased his intimate attentions, met the dragon's gaze. The dragon's piercing look, one that only a ravenous predator could possess, locked onto the avian. In a breathless whisper, the bird finally voiced his consent to the ebony dragon before him, surrendering to the irresistible allure that bound them.
"Go on... take me," the bird murmured, giving his heartfelt permission.
With his avian's heartfelt consent in hand, the dragon's towering form rose to its full glory, the dominance in his every movement palpable. Gently cradling the avian by his thighs, the dragon aligned their yearning centers, the tension between them electric. One of the dragon's powerful hands left the avian's body, reaching for his two glistening spears, now slick with his own pre-essence, shimmering enticingly in the dim light. With a deliberate and sensual touch, the dragon pressed his twin tools together, their lengths perfectly aligned with the avian's eager and receptive sanctuary. As their snouts and beaks met in a deep, passionate kiss, the dragon's dual tips embarked on their slow descent into the avian's quivering core.
A guttural groan escaped the avian's lips, the kiss providing a soothing release from the initial pressure as he felt both hot spears impale him. Pleasure swiftly overcame the initial sensation, causing the avian to release a long, sensual moan. He instinctively clenched around the throbbing and twitching spears within him, their rhythm in perfect harmony with his own sensitive womb, setting the stage for an intense and electrifying encounter.
In a matter of heartbeats, the dragon slipped deeper within the avian, their crotches pressing tightly together, feathers meeting scales in a fiery embrace, slit-deep. A resonant moan escaped the avian's beak, the sensation of the dragon's twin shafts throbbing inside of him sending ripples of ecstasy through his every fiber. The two mighty breeding tools fit snugly within the confines of his womb, filling his insides to their limits, their hot pulsations akin to molten lava coursing through him. Another throaty moan escaped the avian as his stretched womb responded with an affectionate squeeze around the fiery shafts, conveying his profound appreciation for the dragon's ministrations.
The dragon's lips lingered upon his bird's, allowing him to adjust to the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body. As their mouths finally parted, the dragon's eyes, burning with lust, roved over the avian's quivering form, adorned in a glistening sheen of their mingled saliva and fluids. In that charged moment, a deep, rumbling growl emerged from the dragon's chest, an auditory testament to his overwhelming primal instincts.
With a vice-like grip on both of the bird's arms, the dragon embarked on a relentless and powerful pursuit of pleasure. His thrusts were like a rhythmic storm, each movement showcasing the dragon's insatiable desire to conquer and claim his avian partner. The impact of their collisions resonated with an urgency that left no room for restraint. The dragon's hips were a force of nature, forging a connection of lust and dominance as they met the bird's quivering body.
"Oohh!!~" The avian's breath was stolen from him with each forceful penetration, and his voice filled the room with a symphony of passion. Moans, cries, and incoherent exclamations escaped his beak, his body moving in perfect harmony with the dragon's relentless pounding. His senses were overwhelmed by an unrelenting cascade of pleasure, each wave pushing him closer to the precipice of ecstasy.
"Divines... fuuck... ahhhhh... oooohhhhh... shiit..." The bird's voice quivered with raw pleasure as he surrendered to the intoxicating sensations coursing through him. His body trembled and convulsed in response to the dragon's powerful and unrelenting assault.
For the rutting reptile, this was a realm of pure hedonistic bliss. He reveled in the sensation of his bird's velvety walls constricting around both of his throbbing flesh spears, and the enchanting crescendo of the bird's passionate cries that filled the air. His once-focused mind had succumbed to the intoxication of desire, reducing itself to a singular purpose--to possess and conquer the avian with unbridled intensity, to fill him with his essence.
"Fa... ahhh... faster...!~" The bird's desperate plea reverberated through the dragon's lust-clouded mind, fueling his passion. Without a moment's hesitation, the dragon heeded the avian's urgent request. Spreading his sturdy and draconic legs and with a powerful surge of strength drawn from his very core, he escalated their tempo, his intent unwavering. The dragon's twin spears increased their preseed production, creating an intoxicating symphony of passion as their forceful thrusts produced an insistent, wet squelching sound. The cacophonous echoes reverberated through the cave, casting a rhythmic backdrop to their fervent union.
As their unbridled, lust-fueled movements continued, the bird's already-filled womb strained to accommodate the frenetic rhythm. The dragon's translucent and sticky pre-essence surged forth like molten silver, tracing a scorching path down their intertwined bodies. It flew, splattered, and clung to their bellies and legs like liquid desire, glistening their feathers and scales in the dim light of the cave, a shimmering testament to their shared passion. Puddles of the dragon's pre-essence formed beneath them, collecting in silvery pools, a tangible sign of the intensity of their union.
The bird was lost in the throes of ecstasy, teetering on the precipice of his own climax, his consciousness barely holding on. He clung to the dragon for dear life as his lover continued to pound him with reckless abandon, each thrust spreading him wider and deeper, their senses overwhelmed by the tidal wave of pleasure. His body quivered as the dragon's twin spears, expertly aimed and relentlessly in motion, brushed against his most sensitive spots, setting his nerves aflame with unadulterated bliss.
Then, with a sudden and unexpected move, the dragon seized the bird's white feathered thighs, parting them wide, and lifted the avian's clawed legs to rest upon his broad shoulders. His grip on the avian's thighs was unyielding as he continued to pound his partner with the same, if not greater, fervor. This new position allowed the dragon unrestricted access to the most intimate depths of the bird's flower, enabling his twin spears to penetrate the avian's womb even more deeply. The avian's cries reached higher octaves, their resonance echoing louder within the cave as the dragon's relentless thrusts drove them both to new heights of pleasure.
The avian, aware that his release was imminent, began to salivate in anticipation. The muscles of his womb throbbed and heated with a burning intensity as they inched closer to the climax. The pressure within him built like a simmering storm, and as it reached a crescendo, the bird lifted his head and opened his beak wide. He screamed in a symphony of ecstasy, his body arching as his locked muscles constricted in a rapturous embrace. The bird's release was a cataclysm of pleasure, his own seed gushing forth in copious quantities, mingling with the dragon's pre-essence. It lubricated their connection further, some of it spilling out of the avian's snatch like a cascading, white, sticky waterfall, adding to the palpable intensity of their union.
The dragon immediately sensed the bird's impending climax, feeling the avian's inner walls tightening around his shafts as they were bathed in the avian's essence. The sensation of the avian's warm seeds running down his shafts was an electric charge that coursed through his body, igniting a fiery intensity, causing a sudden and irresistible force that surged within the dragon's loins, and he responded with a vigorous and primal fervor. With each powerful thrust, the dragon's dual spears relentlessly speared the bird's womb. After a series of potent thrusts, culminating in a colossal, unyielding push, he drove both of his knots into the bird's snatch. With a resounding pop, the knots secured themselves within the avian, binding them together and unleashing a shared roar of pleasure.
The bird's ecstatic scream reverberated through the cave, its echoes a testament to the intensity of their passion. His body arched and quivered as the massive knots locked inside his womb stretched him to the very limits of pleasure. Sensations surged through his every fiber as the dragon's powerful members rhythmically expanded and contracted within him, unleashing unrelenting waves of unbridled pleasure that coursed through his very core. In a heartbeat, the dragon's rock-hard spears unleashed their first, colossal spurts of draconic virile seeds from both tips, visibly distending the avian's abdomen. Each pulsation sent exquisite surges of fervor rippling through him, a testament to the dragon's unrestrained release.
The two shafts wasted no time in firing successive shots, spewing out more and more thick ropes of white one after the other, filling the bird's womb in an unending cascade of the thick, dragon's essence. The bird's stretched snatch could barely contain the deluge, and within seconds, it succumbed to the torrent. A surge of sticky white fluids poured from their joined hips, inundating the already messy ground below in a glistening sea of their shared climax.
Amidst the fervent climax, the two lovers continued to vocalize their pleasure in a symphony of long, impassioned moans. The dragon's spears continued to spew their immense loads, each shot a testament to the dragon's virility, his draconic testes hidden inside his scaly loins eagerly emptying themselves. The bird, consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of the dragon's climax, experienced a second release, his own avian seeds mingling with the dragon's essence, creating an even messier amalgamation between their joined crotches.
The bird and dragon remained locked in their intimate embrace, the knotted connection intensifying their bond. Time seemed to lose meaning as the dragon's twin spears gradually ceased their continuous spurts of seed, yet he was confident that they would continue to discharge more intermittently, further securing their post-coital connection. A contented sigh escaped the dragon as he cast his gaze downward, taking in the aftermath of their union. Their bellies and thighs glistened with a thick, sticky layer of transparent fluids, a tangible testament to the fervor of their passion. The ground beneath them had transformed into a chaotic landscape, blanketed by a dense and pearly white layer of their combined emissions. A deep and satisfied chuckle rumbled from the dragon as he marveled at the spectacle before him, but soon, his attention turned to the bird nestled in his lap.
The bird had surrendered to the overwhelming intensity of their climax, his body limp and spent, a contented expression gracing his features. With tender care, the dragon cradled the avian's form even closer, ensuring that his knots remained securely fastened. He shifted his position, turned around, and carefully settled onto the cum-covered ground, his back resting against the same rock that had silently observed their passionate union. Looking down at the bird in his lap, the dragon couldn't help but smile fondly, understanding that his bird had succumbed to their shared ecstasy. His rough tongue began to lap gently at the bird's feathered form, a gesture of affection as he patiently awaited his beloved's awakening.
I would like to thank two amazing friends of mine: Thewhitedragon_ (do check out his SF account here: https://thewhitedragon.sofurry.com/)__ and my other friend (who wish to not be mentioned, but I'll mention them anyway), who are beta readers of this story for their invaluable insights and suggestions._