# My Mate IV: Panacea (His Warmth) Author: CaptainMemes Tags: Anal, Anal Sex, Anus, Ass, Bed, Bedroom, Butt, Dragon, Gay, Gay Relationships, Gay sex, Homosexual, Human, Inserting, Insertion, Interspecies, Licking, Lubrication, M/M, Modern, NSFW, Non-Anthro, Oral, Penetration, Penis, Realistic, Rimming, Romance, Sex, Tongue, anilingus "...Gentle hands that promise me..." "...Comfort through the years..." Oh. Oh God. He… H-H-He… H-He needed to… Lord Above. Well… If one were to really think about it, it was John's fault that, well, this _had _to happen. _I really should've bought some_ lube_..._ No, he wasn't the one to blame at the same time. They were so enveloped in their relationship, that such a thing slipped his mind, and Marlo of course wouldn't even know the existence of such a thing. _Hell_, the idea of mating to a _man _was unheard of. As such, there was only one possibility. Marlo had to…_lick _his entrance… To be rather blunt, both were…_apprehensive _about this. For John, it was forcing the drake to put his mouth and tongue against…_him _in that way, which even saying it made it…_unsavory_, and all for his sake. All just so he wouldn't feel as much pain when he later started to mate him. All just to cushion the blow, but at what cost? The drake's _dignity_? For Marlo, it was abundantly obvious that he _dreaded _this a bit. Now, he knew humans and even _dragons _felt something like a _dragonesshood_ during their lives, but _this_? Bahamut. He had to lubricate where all matter of creatures'…uh…_their_… _Ugh_! It was just… It… It didn't…seem right. Him? Putting his draconic _mouth _on where they all…? No, it… Ugh… No. He had to do it. He knew that their mating would hurt in the end, even though his brain tried to tell him that it wasn't. It was because a dragon never wanted pain to befall their mate, even if it was necessary. How? How could he avoid such a situation? No. There was no solution. There was only a remedy, and it seemed not only ludicrous, but…_dirty _as well. However, thoughts came back to John. There was no other way. As much as he and the dragon wanted to avoid it like the plaque, it just kept coming back. He just hoped that it wasn't too terrible on the drake. “Uh…_o-okay_." John said apprehensively, looking to the right before finishing the sentence with hat reassuring gaze of his. Bahamut. Even John didn't want this possibility. It was all too much. No, their love was stronger! He had to push through! _Bahamut give me courage…_ The drake gave a hesitant nod and even gained a little bit a…_regretful _look on his face. Then… _Bahamut help me, what am I doing?_ Oof… And with that, they sought to continue the night's events. Marlo crawled backwards with his paws compacting the sheets, untangling from his beloved, John watching him the whole time. Well, this was it. Not there yet, but the first…_touch_… Once Marlo's chest plates were not hovering over his front anymore, he began to shift. God… What… No, stop. You should've known that this would happen. It's the only way. He balanced on his left elbow as balanced his weight over there, twisting upon his position until he was stomach down into the bed, arms now balancing on the softness and his arms pressuring the pillows. His elbows were now in a bit of a plank position, holding his upper half a little. His face was hot and sweating already. His heart jumped up to his throat. Now, his _rear _was… Marlo saw the transition as he sat on the bed, seeing his mate curl around himself to where Marlo could…_y'know_… Marlo still had that face on his maw that denoted being _worried sick_. Bahamut… Then, the man lifted his rump a little in the air upon his knees stiffening somewhat. It… It was the position that John assumed in order to have _Marlo_… The drake's mind began to drift away from constant nervousness as he saw them. Those flabby mounds of flesh that made up the man's _behind_. Marlo began to blush _mad_. This… John was presenting himself, becoming open…for _him_, and for him _only_. Then, a _spark_. This was finally happening. Then, like he was possessed, he let everything go. With his psychic powers, he felt John's _buttocks_, feeling how smooth they were, warranting a gasp from John, as he never allowed another grab him in this way. Then, with his invisible paws, after drifting across his rump for only a few moments, the ghostly forces finally went into the split, and, with one swift movement, separated the crack wide open. “_Uh!_", John let out up the drake widening the bumps of his rear end. However, he could do nothing but await what would happen next Then, Marlo's eyes widened to _dinner plates_ as he saw it. It… I-It was… It was John's _anus_. His target. It was pinkish _orifice _that kept puckering with the man's breaths and heartrate, all scrunched up into a _hole_. It didn't resemble a dragon's _tailhole _at all. For starters, no pieces of fat on their back ends, and secondly, the entrance into their gut was hidden until needed, and even then, it was still surrounded by scales. But _this_? This was the _definition _of _open_. The only thing that covered it was those mounds of adipose tissue and clothes. No wonder humans wore stuff all the time. However, he needed to get back to the task at paw here. He saw it, and yet, just sat there on his haunches. He thought about what he was about to do. Bahamut, how did his life come to this? Look what he was about to do! He was… Bahamut. He was about to…_to_… H-He was about to lick another's place where they… He was going to put his tongue on…_into_…_there_. But a few minutes of waiting were not going to change anything. _Marlo, Bahamut, get yourself together. Get your mind out of the clouds! You have to do this! You don't want John to hurt as much, do you? Well?_ No, it _had _to be done. It was for his mate. He just hoped that he wouldn't have to _vomit _first. Marlo's eyes were glued to his prize as he held it open with his mental powers. He took out his tongue out of his mouth as he rubbed it along the outside off his teeth and mouth in a warmup, like a lollypop, before what he was about to do with it. _Let's…l-let's get this over with…_ Marlo slowly pushed his face towards John's hole, and just outside the when the pieces of flabby human flesh connected to his behind. Then…he exhaled…_heavily_. John let out another gasp upon the moisture from the dragon's breath being felt on the subject of today's events. It was the first time he _felt _anything from another soul in his entire life there. Even as John's body flinched a bit at the gust on his rear, Marlo noted it, but it was of little importance as he drew his head back and got his tongue ready for it. It was a straight shot, but Marlo hesitated. _Bahamut preserve me…_ _Marlo, just don't look. Get it over with. It's like peeling a scale off. Do it quickly to not dwell on it._ He began to have second thoughts, but they were overshadowed by his love for the man. This was for him. With Bahamut by his side, he would do anything for his mate. As such, this was _trivial _compared to eternal pain. He recoiled his head to the side for an inch before he closed his eyes tight. _Go for it._ Then… Marlo got his appendage out of his cage of teeth and… And… He aimed a bit lower, but then… Contact. The slather from under his entrance to above it went by under a second before the drake pulled back. “ **_UH!_**" John's back angled up as he lost composure upon the drake licking him, his hands now scrambling for grip on the sheets. Marlo, tongue still out, waited for several seconds before he slowly opened his left eye. It… It… It…wasn't _bad_? He expected to have disgust on his taste buds, but…this…wasn't the worst thing in the world? Granted, it wasn't…_good_, but it wasn't outright _bad _either. Just… Did… Was this not as bad as…? Well, he was just placed his tongue on another's _entrance_, so that was…_something _he did, he supposed. And so, he thought to continue. He peeled open his eyelids as he began to open as he sought to make another lick. He did the same as before. Begin just under, and then go above and beyond. And so, that is just what Marlo did. He whipped his tissue up and over John's _hole _is another quick bout, creating another sheen of his saliva before it dissipated, earning another gasp of surprise from the recipient. Again, not amazing, but at the same time, it wasn't terrible. With the fluid from his mouth leading to nothing, he had to get more…_deliberate_. Marlo shut his eyes. Why? Only to _feel_… He repeated it, but with one key difference. He was as _strong _and _slow _as possible. Marlo sluggishly went far below his entrance and slowly _crawled _his way up to the fragile pink muscle before going over to the tailbone. “U- **_UH_!**", John let out once more. He never expected such…_such_… However, it didn't stop. Marlo just kept going and going, repeating the same pattern. The next phase has begun. Marlo lathered John's hole in a thick stripe of glossiness over his entrance, tasting him over and over again on the surface. Bahamut… It came naturally. It was like some sort of instinct locked away in his mind being awakened. Was he… Was he always meant to do this? Lick this man's _behind_? But it was for a good cause, so he obliged, and it wasn't as horrible as he envisioned. John must be surprised that he engaged in this act. He…well, he kept on releasing those gasps of surprise, only for them to wither into deepened breaths. For him, Marlo kept on folding his skin upwards as his tongue was as slow and sluggish like _molasses _and was surprisingly _wide_, dragging it up his backdoor like it was _sandpaper_. He felt each and every one of his journeys up his crack and over his sensitive spot in the center of it all, only for the drake to restart and make him feel that shockingly enjoyable strip of flexible muscle again, over and over. He… H-He was letting a dragon _lick _him, to feel this way. But… Dear Lord, did he love this. Granted, there was but the slightest _pang _of extreme sensations in the middle, his entrance, which wasn't too surprising. Such a pressure point would have the most pleasure, but it was also an image for things to come, the target of the drake in today's session. Still, it was nice to say the least, so he felt more confident inside despite the fact that he was new to intimacy, but regardless, _this _was good. It was a while that Marlo swept his flattened appendage up and up the man's crack repeatedly. He knew that he was causing his beloved some positive feelings from his light moans. The dragon never knew that a male could be pleased this way, and despite his initial reservations, the experience wasn't terrible, even if it sounded _abhorrent _on paper. However, despite pleasuring his mate this way, his inner and deeper draconic beast wanted _more_. Yes, he was preparing his mate already, but it wanted to evolve this method in prepping by taking it to the next level. Marlo couldn't exactly hold himself, as it was almost second nature to him. And in the end, it was the only way to go. Marlo, at the end of one of his many licks up John's _ass _that tilted him on edge, drew back his maw instead of restarting the act. He slightly opened his eyes a bit, tongue still out. But this was only for but a second. Why? Because Marlo dived and _struck_, like a _cougar _on a _doe_. In a flash, he shut his eyes and _plunged_, plunged right into his rear with a primal _growl_. Marlo's draconic tongue dove into John's entrance, easily slipping its way into his sacred flesh and breaching him, his maw in contact with the fragile skin on the outside. “Ah- **_AH_****!**", John let out, curling his spin on itself upwards upon the sudden inserting of the dragon's wettened muscle inside him. His hole burned a bit. Again, a clear description of the future, and it surprised him above all else, but… He began sweating profusely, whether it was from the pleasure he was receiving, or the bite that was slowly subsiding. Oh…oh Lord! Marlo, with his exhaling snout in between his cheeks, _stuffed _his mouth on his already lathered door, and slithered his tongue deeper into his lover, growling as he greedily _ate _him out. It was long and cavernous as Marlo opened him up in preparation for the main event, swiping his tongue around and about in his rectum and slightly beyond, but a limitation of the length of the flesh from his mouth. As he continually explored him, eyes randomly becoming half-lidded before closing once again, drunk on _need_, he _tasted _him over and _over_. It was… Well, at least his tongue, or his primitive side for that matter, didn't find this…_too _awful. Some stupid drakes in his previous community sometimes were braggart, telling stories of how their mate's _dragonesshood_ tasted of most _sweet _of _saccharine apples_, of the most _sugary_ of _wines_, of the utmost _delectable spectrum _of tastes characteristic of a _female_. No, it didn't taste like that, not at all. This was no female, so instead of feeling _syrup _upon his tongue, John tasted incredibly _bitter _with the slightest hint of _tanginess_. It… It wasn't…_dreadful_? No. Honestly, either it wasn't horrible, or his beastly side had him so _blown_ out on instincts focused on preparing him for the mating. If there was a comparison, it would be _berries_, and not the sweet ones that all the hatchlings snuck out from some bushes, but those that made you suck in your mouth with sharp and off-putting flavor, but the more you ate, the more you got used to it, becoming an acquired sensation. Such was the case with _John_. It wasn't, well, _good_, but it wasn't bad either, no, not bad at _all_. Afterall, he _wanted _to do this, he _chose _to do this, to lick, suckle on, and open up John, both his tongue and his awaiting drakehood now aroused more than ever. So far, this mating he wasn't used to was great even now, but this was only to get better. Marlo's mouth-tethered strip went around, feeling him within on the other side of the entrance. It couldn't go super far, but it felt just enough to get a feeling of his beginning, or, well, the _end _of his gut. Yes… He would feel this _later_… The tongue was so _sensitive_, the widest part being _folded_ a bit by John's ring of muscles trying to close around his appendage and tasting folds and crevices inside of him, _savoring_ the sensation of his mate on his mouth. Bahamut… _Ohhhhhhh…_ John was going _crazy_, and they haven't even started yet. Marlo, a _dragon_, was eating him out. He let a dragon _eat him out_. Oh, oh God! “_F- **Fuck** _ **_!_**" For the first time this night, he felt something inside of him, and it opened him up quite a bit. He felt Marlo's hot and _wet _tongue lapping in him out and about and each and every bump of the slimy tool in rear end, his nostrils and maw wedged between his gluts letting out puffs as he growled constantly, as if his rump was some sort of prize for his inner dragon. God… It touched several nervous sensors, leading to such pleasure ramming into him like a _freight train_ and the start of many groans of the night as Marlo covered his rump and filled his insides with his _spit_. He let it happen. He let a dragon tongue come inside of him this way. But by God, this was _beautiful_. _Marlo _was beautiful. He didn't care what everyone thought. He enjoyed this. Yes, he did… How long was it? Five minutes? Maybe ten? It didn't matter, as both got a _taste _of what was to come next. After a long while, Marlo, after time of pushing his maw against John's rump, slowly retracted, his tongue sliding out of the now slightly deeper pink pucker. He slowly opened his eyes at his work, like an artist would their creation, tongue hanging out before retracting back in, the last he would taste of John tonight. John's complete back side was covered with his gleaming _saliva_, shining in the moonlight with even a tiny drop or two slipping out of the orifice. Yes…he prepared John quite well. The experience likely wouldn't be like tasting the _folds_ of a _dragonesshood_, but his man's entrance was nevertheless satisfying to conquer, and something he would master over time. He saw John's legs buckle after a long time of groaning from his tongue gracing his _ass_, head on its side and covered in sweat, greasing up his hair. Such pleasurable experience warranted such exertion, letting a dragon open you up from the inside with their prehensile _wetness _from in between their jaws. He opened him up for the first time in his life, and he had no doubt that it shocked him to no end that such a creature was capable of such a thing. But Marlo wasn't just any creature. He was the one that John loved, and Marlo him. The experience was once again pretty good, but it was an _appetizer _compared to the _main course_. John, breathing heavily, slid his frame around until his was on his back, looking to the side. What… W-What just happened? It was too much, and such things were minor in the true test of their love coming up. Because now, John was prepared. There was only one thing to do next. Both regained their breath, their lungs settling down from Marlo's oral treatment. Then, the dragon whose scales glittered like amethyst gemstones, crawled over, leading to the human to instinctively spread his legs to allow his drakefriend to come over him. The drake lifted his forepaws, the right one before the left, standing on both sides of his soon-to-be-mate. The blue eyes of the ocean flashed before John's pine tree-colored ones, staring and drowning in each other's gaze. Marlo's face softened and gained the visage of supreme nervousness. It was now time. Source: https://sofurry.com/s/lmX7av0e Part of the series The Purple Phoenix Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2240568-my-mate-iii-no-one-at-the-bridge-his-touch.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2244496-my-mate-v-bacchus-plateau-his-heart.md