The red Dragon - part 1
The red Dragon - part 1
Although it had been a long day, maybe -because- it had been a long day, Erik stood in the short queue that was lining up before the bar. He knew from experience that this might take about half an hour before he actually could undress and have his beer.
Lately he had come here more often. This ... establishment has been a friend's tip. Actually it was less of a friend and more of a fuck-buddy, but they knew each other for quite some time now and the otter knew that a tip from that guy was worth following.
After only five minutes in that bar he knew he loved it. He felt at home there and free. And a bit dirty, but he took a bath every day anyway.
That bar was - special. It was, strictly speaking, the most tolerant place he has ever been to. Everyone was welcome there and everything was allowed. Well, not as in there were no laws there, but when you went through the door, you left the world of conventions, invisible bonds and restrictions and entered the world of uninhibited freedom. The fact alone, that it was not only allowed, but encouraged to not wear any clothes, made Erik love the place.
At home, in the north, nobody really wore fashion. Of course they wore clothes, like functional wear and uniforms. But at home or in the leisure, no one ever wore clothes. Why should anyone?
Surprisingly the queue moved fast. Before long he left his clothes stuffed in a bag at the coat check and went inside.
The bar ... was actually more a whole building, consisting of many rooms and almost as many bars. The entrance room was rather big and rather empty. Just a hand full of people preferred to stay in here the whole evening, chatting. He waved his paw to a Jaguar he had met before and talked to a bit. She was rather nice, a bit cynic though. He did not see anyone he felt like talking to, so he went straight for one of the open rooms in the back, his favourite room. It had a pool.
The Otter strolled in, breathing freely again after his day. Finally he had been allowed to take his clothes off. He still was not used to wearing clothes all the time, something that he found to be a relic of days long gone. Or maybe not long gone, but ... hidden. He should know.
He eyed the crowd curiously, looking for a familiar face. Seeing none he went over to the bar, nodding to the bar-tender, an unremarkable Fox of some sort he had seen and ignored earlier, and ordered his favourite beer. This was another reason why he loved this place, they carried his favourite import, from home, the North.
Settling on a bar-stool he put his elbows on the bar, the bottle dangling idly from his left paw, wrapping his rudder around one of the legs of the stool, he sighed. Closing his eyes for a moment, he tipped that little switch in his head, switching off the day ... letting in the night.
It was not too crowded today, only about a dozen people sat and stood around, some in couples, most alone. Like himself, they sat relaxing mostly, others obviously checking out each other, trying to score. All in all, the crowd was unexciting. Erik decided to have this one beer and then leave, maybe hitting one of the clubs nearby. Once in night mode, he was more than unwilling to go to bed early.
It was quiet in the bar, the music was low, some unrecognizable electro-mix playing, adapted for canine ears, and the conversations in this place naturally whispered. Sometimes a giggle or short laughter floated through the soupy air, but generally it was quiet. Quiet enough anyway for the otter to hear the door open. He turned his head and discarded his decision to leave after the one beer at an instant.
Through the door came the impressive figure of ... Erik furrowed his brows, he had forgotten the dude's name. But he definitely remembered that guy's paws and his hole. And that, for now, was all that made him want to stay longer. He turned a bit, facing the door and just looking at the dragon. He was pure bred (the otter had a big distaste for all hybrids), stood about 1.90m tall, was very well muscled and of a bright red colour. Over the length of his body, starting at his chin, over his chest and belly, his crotch to the tip of his long, strong (very strong) tail, his scales were a pearly white, softer to the touch than the rough red scales covering the rest of his body. Though his chest muscles were toned and well developed, the dragon's best feature most definitively were his massive legs, his strong, thick tail and his huge paws. Each of them with three digits ending in deep black talons, as thick as four of the otter's claws together. His legs were solid trunks of pure muscles, ending in a magnificent, round muscled arse to die for.
Just looking at him made Erik's sheath throb, the memory of what happened last time, making it swell. He knew how delicious the spot under the dragons tail tasted, knew how these huge paws felt under his tongue and he knew what still lay hidden under the dragon's slit. His inner eye looking a week back, he involuntarily licked his muzzle.
As he again focused on the here and now, he gave a little start as he found the bulky figure standing right in front of him. Now that made the approach easier, Erik now would not have to find out whether the other wanted a second serving just as much as he wanted.
"Yo!", the dragon said.
Grinning somewhat stupidly, his throbbing sheath drawing more blood from his brain than he wanted, Erik replied: "Hey, hows you?"
"Just good, even better than before now that I see you", the reply was accompanied by a similar stupid grin. The otter's inner self just gave a little fist-pump.
The dragon continued: "I just had two bowls of fruit-pebbles, so to say I'm high on sugar and up for a night." The giggle and the dragons big fore-paw on Erik's chest gave away that sugar was not the only substance circulating his opposites blood. "I stole them from my younger sister. They were yummy."
Erik laughed: "Well that's why nobody likes dragons. Stealing kid's food. But however,"
the otter looked into the dragons eyes, a faint smile on his muzzle, "it's good to see you."
The dragon, who's name was still a mystery to Erik, churred and rubbed one of his paw over his pecs, ruffling the fur slightly with his claws and said: "Likewise you kinky thing."
The dragon showed a lot of teeth as he said so, a barely audible growl in his voice.
From the corner of his eyes Erik could see that the dragon's tail lifted a bit. Well, he thought, it's going this way. And he liked the way. Grinning at the big red male he reached around him, putting one paw on his rump, pulling him a bit closer, his paw traveling under that thick tail, fondling the sensitive parts. The dragon churred again, half-closing his eyes, and started to slowly rub against the otter's paw. His fleshy ring puckered gently against the padded paw, suggesting not very subtly what the dragon wanted.
And yes, it was that kind of place. That's why Erik loved it and ... had to take a bath after he visited. It was not a sex club, really. It was a place without inhibitions. You went to a mere sex club if you wanted to get laid. And you came here to ... do whatever you fucking pleased.
At the open display of the dragon's submission against his paw, Erik gave out a laugh, remembering that the burly "bisexual" at their first encounter had tried to seem most manly and dominant. He chuckled a bit, intensifying the rubbing of his finger-pads against the sensitive tail-hole. The sensation of the soft, vibrating flesh against his rough pad sent little shocks through his entire body, making his sheath throb and his cock swell even more. He could feel how his still sheathed member started to ooze pre into his sheath.
His palm rested on the warm, smooth cheek of the dragon. He felt the strong muscles under his elastic, bright red scales. That dude's muscles were just amazing, Erik really loved the idea of (again) using this hunk.
The attention his arse received from the otter's webbed paw made the dragon half-close his eyes and lift his tail-base even more. He smirked as he noticed Erik's glance and said, is if heaving read his mind: "I don't know, I guess I'm going through a major subby phase. And you and that thick cock of yours don't make things better."
The grin on the otter's muzzle widened, he leaned a little forward, letting his paw slide fully under the dragons thick tail-base. He mrrred at the feeling of the heat under his paws, rubbing gently along the crack before he pressed the pads of two fingers against the hole again, circling slowly.
The dragons low moan and the heat surrounding his paw was just the little more his cock needed to slide from his sheath, already glistening with pre, his musk suddenly heavy in the air. As the scent reached the dragon's big nostrils he gave another low moan and Erik could feel the sensitive flesh of the tail-hole under his pads twitch.
"You know," the big red guy said wit half-lidded eyes, "I think the subby phase was just exponentially extended." As if to prove this, Erik felt the fleshy ring pulse.
The otter, his big knob almost completely unsheathed by now, gave a short laugh. His eyes gleamed and his whiskers trembled with anticipation. His paw felt on fire, the pulsating flesh sending electric bolts through his whole body, exploding in his throbbing sheath and making him shiver all over. He pushed against the soft sport a little harder, making the big guy moan again and said with cocky grin: "Tell me what you want!"
He liked to hear it, knowing that most people, no matter how kinky, were usually very uncomfortable with actually voicing their desires. He wanted to tease the words out of this muscular red dragon. They were still standing in front of the bar, within earshot of the bar-tender, adding so Erik hoped, to the others discomfort.
The dragon churred seductively. He lowered one paw and pushed his large musky balls against his taint so that the heavy orbs rested just under his tailhole.
"Everything you got, man", he said with a toothy grin, the tip of his big, fleshy tongue showing.
The otter furrowed his brow a bit from disappointment. He carefully extracted his claws, scratching along the crack and over the dragon's balls. Making him tense and shiver as the claws ran over the sensitive flesh of his puckered hole.
Erik took a step sidewards, standing behind the dragon now, his oozing knob just touching the dragons big, cum-filled balls, smearing the thin, soft scales with pre. His claws still running up and down the crack before him, he waited -
"Oh - you, you want me to be specific, huh?" The dragon grunted. He constantly moaned softly, the tip of his tongue hanging from the corner of his maw. The scratching of the otter's claws, that hot sticky pre on his nuts made him more aroused, his hard, knotted cock soon dripping steadily.
"W-welll ... you know a - a lot of my kinks ..."
The otter let his paw rest between the muscular cheeks, the pads of two fingers pushing against the meaty hole. With his other paw he reached around the dragon, putting it on the fat knob and gave it a squeeze. The dragon moaned loudly, his cock spurting a big wad of pre that ran down the glistening shaft.
He bucked back involuntarily. This moment the otter shoved his two fingers into the dragons hole, his rough pads rubbing over the soft, velvety walls of the male's insides.
Again the dragon moaned, moving his hips forward, pressing his sensitive knot against the otter's paw.
Erik just grinned, his now fully unsheathed, rock hard cock leaking a constant stream of pre onto the dragons balls, wetting and cooling them.
He said: "Yes, but I want to hear it."
The dragon was overwhelmed with pleasurable sensations and nearly collapsed from them. His knees wobbled and he churred loudly, his long, big tongue (-everything- about this fucking dragon was huge) hanging from his maw as he panted softly: "W-well, for starters ... hmmng ... don't you dare to stop with those paws ..." He took another moment to moan and and shudder from the cool wetness on his balls and the paw on his cock. "Se-secondly ... please fuck me ... please!"
Erik murred, squeezing the knot and drumming the knuckles of the fingers inside the dragons arse against his prostate, sending ripples of lust trough the muscular body before him.
"That's what I wanted to hear, boy", the sensations alone made the otters head spin with desire. But this strong, big male submitting to him, begging him to stuff him with otter-cock made him want more of this game than only this.
He leaned forward, his leaking cock resting against the dragons balls, gently humping against those heavy orbs. His paw on the cock slowly rubbing up and down the shaft, paying special attention to the knot, squeezing it, pumping more pre out of the rod (he knew that the other was a bitch for knot-rubbing. Whenever it was touched, a huge amount of pre ran down the shaft, wetting the otter's paw).
He withdrew his fingers from out of the dragon's tail-hole almost completely, only the tips remaining inside. Slowly but forcefully he started to pull the sphincter down. The otter's big arms bulging as he stretched the pearly white ring, forcing the hole open.
He lowered himself on his knees behind the dragon, his paw still around the cock, opening the lusty arse before him. As the otter's muzzle was just inches away from the dragon's quivering hole he blew against the opening, causing the dragon to moan and lean forward on trembling legs, pushing his rump back, spreading his cheeks further.
With a big grin on his broad muzzle Erik locked it over the dragons open hole, pulling his fingers further down and darted his tongue int the soft flesh of the dragon's insides.
He circled his his tongue lewdly over the open muscle-ring and the soft walls.
The dragon growled, half in pleasure and half in excitement since the otter seemed very willing to comply his request.
The growl was extended into a muffled groan as soon as he felt his hole being spread forcefully and a tongue poking inside of it. It felt amazing. The pain from being stretched subsided by the otter's awesome tongue.
"F-fuck .. you must like ... a wide asshole ..."
Erik laughed softly, his breath, cool against the muscle-ring, his tongue still circling it and tapping against the inside, made the hole quiver and clench, but the otter's strong paw still held him open. The other paw massaging the knotted cock slowly but hard, smearing the rich pre all over it and his paw.
"Indeed I do. But I have not yet decided whether to fuck you or not." He chuckled a bit, also panting lightly, his cock throbbing so hard it almost hurt. Slowly he let a third finger glide into that spit coated hole before him, steadily pulling and forcing his muzzle deeper against the dragon's arse.
"B-but ... !" The dragon exclaimed, but was interrupted by his own moaning. He panted hotly and gulped strongly, trying to fight his approaching climax. It was proving very difficult. The otter was doing wonderful things to his tail-hole and that knot-massage was about to make him blow. What really got him though, was the feeling of a sloppy cock all over his low-hanging balls.
"Oh come on, man ... ng! Please? I want that cock ... You can do anything else, but I ... mmnnn ... need that in me!"
The otter grinned, now they were getting somewhere.
He removed his paw from the throbbing cock and put it on the dragons thick tail that rested over his shoulder, massaging it, feeling it's strong muscles. He didn't want him to cum just yet.
He lifted his muzzle from the open tail-hole, looking at the pearly-white ring with the pink center winking at him. Somewhat pulling himself up with the fingers that still stretched the dragon open, causing him to growl loudly in pain and ecstasy, he got on his paws again, his gooey cock rubbing against the dragons thigh, the red tail now pressed against the otter's chest.
Standing close behind the brawny stud, his cock coating the heavy, scaled balls with a fresh layer of pre, he shoved two fingers of his other paw next to the others.
He pulled his paws apart, the massive muscles of his arms bulging. Forcing the hole open wider, pulling the rump against him.
He then drew his hips back and placed the fat knob of his cock against the open hole, moaning lowly as he felt the soft insides trying to suck him in deeper. Remaining still for a second, head leaned back with closed eyes as he felt the dragon's fire kiss his cock.
With still closed eyes he asked: "So you want me to shove it in?"
The dragon, finding himself in a position he was not at all used to, was thoroughly embarrassed, feeling the otter's strong paws but also some gazes on him. But he was equally aroused, he felt as if his red cheeks might even show a deeper shade. He was panting heavily by that time he was presented with that question, his tongue out, it's pointy tip dripping with spit. His arse was so stimulated that he thought of nothing else but being fucked by the otter.
"Yessss .. Please! Hard!" He grunted and groaned again, feeling that cock resting against his gaping arse-hole, feeling the otter's pre leaking into him. He had been stretched before, but by a cock, he had never felt someones paws on and inside him this intensely.
By now the otter also was hardly able to speak. He just shoved his cock into the dragon to the hilt with one forceful thrust. Past his fingers he drilled his pole deep into dat ass, forcing the hugging walls apart. His moan was almost a scream, feeling his cock on fire, a fire of lust, hot, wet and tight around his flesh, accepting him, needing him.
Just for the fraction of a second his hips remained fixed in that position before he slowly pulled out again, feeling the chute close as he withdrew. He pulled out completely, a trail of pre hanging between the open hole and his tip.
After half a second he slammed back on, starting to fuck the dragon with long, hard strokes. The dragon was forced into submission by this, if not by the previous treatments. He moaned loudly as that shaft filled him - stuffed him - again and again. He had never made so much noise as from this long-dicking! His eyes were so narrow, they were nearly closed and his breath was heavy and hot. His whole body was racked with sensations and his cock couldn't fight anymore.
After only a few minutes of feeling that cock penetrating him, rubbing against his prostate, pushing against that spot deep inside him so hard, it almost hurt he ... - ... climaxed.
Every firm tap to his prostate pumped out a massive rope of cum until there was a large gooey puddle on the floor between his huge paws and he stood immobilized.
"F-fffffuuuuuuuck! Keep .. keep going ..." he barely managed to say.
Without missing a beat with his pistoning cock into that hole before him Erik pulled back one paw, just to let the other slide in completely at the same time. The well-fucked, pre-lubed hole accepted it greedily, soon the fur of the otter's wrist tickled the stretched tail-hole. It was now forced apart and held open my a hammering, thick otter-cock as well as a strong wrist, the permissive insides of the big dragon hugging his paw as well as his cock.
Slowly the speed of the fucking decreased, the dragon hanging off the cock and paw half-conscious, still twitching and moaning from his heavy orgasm. His hole clenching around the otter with each spasm, trying to close.
Erik cupped his paw inside the dragon's rear and grabbed his cock, moaning loudly as his rough pads added to the hot wetness of the dragon around his meat. His hips still bucking he started to fuck his own paw inside the dragons arse.
His balls slamming heavily against the pearly-whites as his panting increased, the tight, well-fucked and pre-lubed chute wrapped around his paw and his cock. He clenched his paw harder around his dick, feeling it swell even more. He fucked faster and faster again, his tongue hanging out, his eyes staring unseeing at the hole that had swallowed his paw as well as his cock. Slurping, wet noises that drew the attention of everyone in the room accompanying his hard thrusts. He fucked into that hot opening, grabbing his shaft hard until .... with a moan that was almost a roar he started blow his load.
Holding his throbbing meat in his paw he blew wad after wad of rich, thick otter-juice into the dragon. His mind ablaze, drooling, moaning and grunting he filled that arse with his seed, fucked it deeper and deeper, bloating the stretched walls even more as he bred the red male - again.
Everything inside was soaked in cum. As he finally withdrew his cock, cum trickled out of the stretched ring, running down the dragon's heavy balls, dripped on the floor.
In a state of blissful shock the big red male shivered in the aftermath of that experience. All at once he'd been fisted for the first time and, if he wasn't mistaken, jerked off into as well.
It was unmistakeably though, for he felt all of that hot gooey otter-cum leaking out of his gaping rear.
"Y ... y ...!" ..... "You ... " he managed to say, and then gave up and churred, clenching his hole as hard as he could. He loved the full feeling, the resistance.
Erik, his body still twitching and spasming from that orgasm, felt the dragon's clenching, his legs trembled, his knees were weak. Barely was he able to keep himself standing. He moaned and a wide, happy grin spread on his muzzle.
"WOAH!!" he exclaimed loudly, almost screaming.
He started to gently turn his paw inside the dragon, massaging his cum into the velvety walls. Folding his wrist, stroking the dragon with his furred paw he spread the hole a bit wider again as he leaned forward, rubbing his still dripping cock against the dragon's balls and mrrrred softly as he felt his own cum flow from the hole, along the shaft of his cock, over the heavy sack. He tugged gently, caressing, not to hurt the other and leaned forward more, against the thick tail, kissing it, nibbling on it. Carefully he pulled his paw out, stroking the sides and finally gently rubbed over the slowly closing flesh.
"I what?" he asked.
The big male before him sighed as his hole finally closed up, painless thanks to the gentle massaging. He glanced back at the otter and hugged him tightly with his tail. He laughed, his voice still trembling, and said teasingly:
"You're GAY."
The otter grinned and hugged the dragon from behind, his tail still around his waist. He stroked the broad chest with a cum-smeared paw and chuckled: "I know, and I just fisted you. What does that make you then? - You were awesome my scaled friend."
"Yeah, yeah ... just make sure, you use your hind-paw next time. And then we can snuggle into a hug all gay-like", he replied, indeed churring and snuggling into the otter's hug.
Erik bit the dragons neck with his short but sharp fangs and growled: "Dude, careful with your stereotypes. If you prefer, I can now just leave and the next thing I say to you is, spread your legs!"
He leaned back again, smiling again and let go of the dragon's neck. He slapped his arse hard and walked to a nearby couch, throwing his spent self into the cushions, sighed and said:
"You don't know many gays, do you? And ... what exactly do you mean with 'using my hind-paw'? You know, I have a dirty mind and don't want to ... do anything wrong with my paws."
The dragon shook himself, suddenly feeling cold on his rump and his back as the otter was gone. He strolled over, a marvellous sight, his chest smeared with glistening cum, his cock almost but not completely hidden again. Fucking gleaming red and white scales with cum. Fuck hot.
"I know many gays. I'm just trying to press your buttons", he laughed softly as the otter gave a snort. "Well, obviously I have hit the right ones."
He sat himself in the otter's lap, his knees next to his thighs, his rump on his knees. Chuckling softly, his tail flicking back to hug and massage one of the otter's webbed hind-paws he said:
"And you know exactly what i meant. It's impossible to do something wrong with hind-paws. He punctuated his statement by poking Erik's broad nose softly.
End of part 1