Learning Lessons Pt. 2
#2 of Learning Lessons
Just the tip. Just the first quarter an inch was visible, just peeking under her skirt, but he'd spotted it instantly. It had swayed gently with the swing of her walk, and now hung at rest, just barely making a ridge in the front of her pure white skirt. Even soft, he thought, she was bigger than he was. He wasn't sure how it was even possible.
"Lith?" Her smooth voice was pitched to catch his attention. He jumped slightly.
"Wh-what?"
"I asked if you were thirsty, sweetie. I've got juice and milk." She smiled softly when his eyes finally met hers.
"Uh, um, sure. Please." He looked away suddenly, trying to look at anything but her. Melody giggled softly to herself and padded away. Her house was... luxurious. Thick carpeting squished under his toes. The couch sighed softly when he sat, forming to him and embracing him until he wasn't sure he wanted to, or even could, ever get up. The entire place was done up in creamy colors with splashes of warm wood. He sat across a sturdy coffee table from an intimidatingly large flat screen. His parents were decently well off, but their place was nothing like this.
A glass of milk appeared under his nose, and he jumped again. It was almost impossible to hear someone coming on this carpet. "Here you go. A little milk for the kitty." She settled beside him when he took the glass-- right beside him. Her arm slung around him, her side pressing to his. Her breast was very warm against his arm as he took a nervous sip of milk.
He swallowed. "U-um, Melody, I think you--"
"Shhh. Just watch." She tapped a few buttons on a remote, and the massive screen filled with an image that made the young tomcat cringe. To the right was the cock that haunted him, its every vein and ridge captured in high definition. Exactly as he remembered it, though it was about five times bigger than life. In a word, terrifying. To the left, a drunken feline, staring right back at that beast with his mouth hanging open. A clawed hand was embedded in his messy headfur in mid-caress.
Another tap at the remote, and the scene jumped to life, in silence. That hand combed through the young cat's hair a moment, and he looked up slowly, his clouded eyes merely confused. Lith felt the dragoness' breath roil hot over his shoulder as the cat on screen slowly blushed, his cheeks bright with embarrassment. His gaze flicked up and down several times, and he licked his lips. Lith shrank into himself, clutching his glass of milk. Why'd he do it? What could he have been thinking? Don't lick your lips like you're looking forward to it! He yelled at himself in his head, furrowing his brow. He watched his past self shift forward, and every moment seemed to drag, as though he was watching the moment of a terrible disaster, a collision of catastrophic proportions. Those moistened lips curved around the point of that monster. A kiss. His first kiss. He'd never kissed a girl, but he'd kissed a cock. He tore his eyes away to stare into his milk, taking a deep slug.
A low murr rolled in the dragoness' belly, her breath tickling over his ears. His eyes flicked up, and he flinched. It was him, his mouth stretched obscenely wide around that shaft. The feline was shaking visibly, and a black paw swiped across the scene once as he stared at that monster as if unable to believe what it was trying to do to him. Finally, his eyes fell shut, and he seemed to calm down, if slowly. Lith realized he'd stopped in the middle of taking a drink, and swallowed rather noisily. A breath of a giggle sounded over his ear.
Finally, that beast pulled back. The whole length of it didn't even fit on the screen, but it was clear he had only taken a couple inches before he'd been unable to go on. Unable by his reckoning, but that hadn't mattered much to Melody. His head tilted back, and that beast pounced like a snake. Lith shivered all over, staring as he clearly saw the sudden, massive bulge push out under his jaw as his neck swelled around that monster.
That was the last he saw of that scene, however-- the growling dragoness pushed his empty glass aside and rolled over to straddle him, and her lips pushed suddenly to his. The feline lingered in simple shock for a space of two breaths before his instincts took over, and without a thought, he joined the kiss, pushing to her lips and meeting the teasing flick of her tongue with his own. Their tongues barely touched before hers lunged forward, shoving into his muzzle and wrapping around his. Her reptile muscle was much longer, but thinner, and wrapped about his several times, squeezing teasingly as their lips interlocked sloppily. Something was most definitely shoving against his gut-- he thought he felt moisture seeping through his shirt. She took one of his paws and slowly pulled it to that creature she kept between her legs, tenderly wrapping his fingers around it near the base. His paw could only barely reach more than halfway around it. He shivered slowly.
It was hard as steel, surely. Even the ridges of her arteries seemed to be powerful, practically digging in against his fingerpads. He could feel her heartbeat clearly. He squeezed, and only her spongy cumvein yielded, and that reluctantly. And the heat of her... her whole body seemed to radiate heat, but he almost imagined that rod was stinging him, it was so hot. No matter how hard he squeezed, he could hardly make even the underside bend. It was... amazing.
Finally, the dragoness released his tongue, and their kiss broke quite suddenly. She drew one slow breath, but the feline was left gasping as the dragon in his lap leaned to one side to watch the tv and allow him a glimpse. Just that moment, the clawed hands wrapped around the poor skewered feline's head tightened, and a smooth set of hips plowed in to bury that beast to the very hilt in his abused face. Melody tittered as she watched herself grind into that muzzle. "You're just amazing, love. Look at you. You've hardly seen a dick before in your life, and here you are taking one that big all the way on the first try." She shook her head, smiling in admiration. Lith could see his past self twitching, his horribly stretched neck already practically doubled in size and giving a weak little flex that did little more than jostle the fat orbs just barely brushing against the nearly invisible bump of his adam's apple. Lith felt that monster throbbing steadily in his paw, and the dragoness finally rolled off him again. He barely thought to let her go in time.
As her rear hit the couch, her cock swung happily into view, its sheer mass making it sway side to side once or twice before standing stiffly at attention. Prefluids were already starting to dribble down the fold under its head and form little rivulets on either side of her cumvein. He could see it when he closed his eyes, but even now, he could hardly believe how massive it was. If he'd actually tried, he might have found pulling his eyes away to be physically impossible.
"Did you like the taste?" Her voice was ever a pleasure on his ears, but her question, in all its feigned casualness, made him quiver with embarrassment. His cheeks were already hot, he was sure he was quite the match for the red-cheeked fellow on the screen already. His mouth was most certainly not starting to water, he assured himself.
"O-of what?"
The dragoness smirked, though the feline could only glimpse it out of the corner of his eye. Rather than answering, she slipped a claw down and delicately ran it up the side of her cumvein, collecting a good-sized stain of precum on her fingertip. This, she quietly lifted and pressed to the kitty's lower lip, her claw just poked into his mouth. He didn't have to move-- even the thin, watery pre had a musk to it, and that familiar scent filled his mouth in an instant. His eyes slipped shut, and he found he was sucking on her finger, his ears slowly twitching downward. She giggled softly.
He jumped. What the hell was he doing?! He pulled back, grabbing at the armrest to get up, to get away. A hand closed on his arm, and he found he couldn't budge. He was panting softly as he looked back to her, his ears flicking all about.
"Do you want more?" Her eyes held his as she gave the slightest gesture to the beast throbbing in her lap.
Twisting his head slowly, he managed to drag his gaze away, toward the door. "I-I should g--"
A finger delicately hooked under her chin, and gently pulled his head to turn back to her. And her cock. "Do you want more?" Her voice was smooth and almost hypnotic. Dark crimson pools filled his vision.
He shook, tail lashing. "I... um..." He licked his lips, and that taste filled his mouth again. He had to hold back a soft groan.
Dark, dark, dark red. A distant, hidden fire in the blackest, the cruelest of nights. A hint of blood in the deepest waters of a storm-tossed, midnight ocean. And in the midst of it all, a voice pure and smooth but for a shadow of hunger. "Do you want more?"
He could smell her juices. His eyes were not his own. They flicked around in confusion, and down to that beast, still standing at its preposterous height, throbbing with desire. Drooling. He could only just see the glisten of the fluids trailing down one side-- but at the bottom. Cupped in the cleavage of her broad orbs, in the little hollow of her sack between her shaft and that prodigious pair was a tiny puddle of juices, filling to the point that the slightest twitch of her cock pushed one edge precariously close to overflowing down the side of her sack. A shadow cast over the pool, and he did not have the presence of mind to realize it was his head getting in the light. His tongue flicked out, and he lapped gingerly at the little trove of juices, the fur on his cheek only barely tickling that broad cumvein. Even the gentlest flick of his tongue was too much, however-- the pool overflowed, and juices started pouring down one side. Mewling in dismay, the feline nuzzled in against the dragoness' thigh, grabbing the other for support as his tongue lunged to catch the runaway rivulet, lapping rapidly at the juices and working back up to the pool, which he practically slurped up in an instant lest he lose any more. That warmth again. He could feel just a hint of it inside him as he swallowed one decent gulp of prefluids.
The pool was already starting to fill again, though. His tongue mopped up quickly, and greedily followed the flow, taking quick laps at one side, then the other, his head swaying side to side to get at either side of that thick cumvein. It looked like terribly precarious work, but he slurped his way up both little rivers at the same time until he was lapping delicately up the narrowest fold of that cumvein to where it folded under the head of the beast. His first lap at that tender spot earned a soft moan tickling at his ears and a sudden gush that hit him in the nose. He mmrewled in dismay and licked his nose clean as best he could while keeping up with the monster's almost constant drooling.
Finally, he pressed his lips around that tiny hole to drink of it directly. The tip dug at his lip, though, so he shifted up to capture the tip entirely, his lips suckling slowly along the broad but relatively small chunk of cock he'd claimed. Purrs threaded in his throat as he drank of her steadily, and he found that the more his lips drew up and down his little piece of her, the more she throbbed. And the more she throbbed, the more she drooled. He pressed against her firmly, stroking over her with his lips as they were slowly pressed wider and wider apart. His tongue teased and lapped at the productive little slit, which sent a soft shiver through the thighs pressing to his sides. Ever the greedy feline, he opened his mouth wider and wider without thinking, stroking along the brunt of that beast until his lips finally curled around the very top of her crown. His jaw was stretched to the point it ached softly, and he found it a little difficult to breathe, but he found the behemoth cockhead a relatively comfortable suckletoy, and he couldn't have said how long he sat there on his knees, suckling on that beast, slowly dragging his lips off that crown and down her brunt a ways before pushing back on up again. Hands stroked over his cheek and head gently, and he purred steadily, though occasionally pausing to give a moist swallow.
Finally, the hands stroking over his head firmed and drew him slowly off that mass of dragon flesh, soft slurping noises and distressed little mewls leaking from between the beast and those puckered kitty lips. His eyes were open but rather glazed, searching nothing as he licked his lips a moment and gave a soft mew of confusion. Chuckling slowly, she pulled him up into her lap. He wasn't terribly coordinated, but she practically hauled him up altogether on her own, settling his denim-clad rear snug against that beast at the base as she drew his lips to hers once again. Their mouths barely touched before that greedy tongue dove into his muzzle, lapping and scraping at the feline's. Hands rubbed up and down his back, dragging up his ruffled shirt as the dazed feline murred into the sloppy kiss, purrs rattling in and out of his throat. One hand slid down to wrap firmly around his rear end, giving it a squeeze through the jeans. He squeaked softly-- and shivered as the other hand slid right into his underwear to give his unattended cheek a firm groping. He mewled softly against the dragoness' lips as his jeans started riding down in the back.
Cool air rolled over his cheeks as they slid slowly free of pants and briefs, his fur bristling slightly, only for the dragon's hands to rub it down again. Two greedy hands were grabbing and groping at his hind end, setting the kitty shivering at the odd and unfamiliar sensation. He'd given his own rear a squeeze now and then, often frowning at it for being disproportionately large on his skinny little form, but never had that rear end received such lavishing attention. Claws dragged gently over his hide as her fingers spread and grabbed and pulled gently at his flesh, rolling his hind end up and down, open and closed. A fresh shiver broke from the kitty's lips in a shaky mewl as a cool draft nipped at his pucker thanks to the dragoness' hands spreading him wide open. Melody's soft chuckles made his lips tingle softly as her arms drew tighter around him, her hands kneading deep into that butt and working fingers inward. He couldn't have said when he'd started rolling his hips and pushing back into those hands, but he only realized it when he felt himself grinding against that black beast below through the crumpled layers of denim, a wet spot forming in his briefs.
The first touch of a fingertip to the feline's tailhole popped a yelp from the feline's throat as he managed to half-break from the kiss, mewling and gasping a bare moment before she seized his lips again. That probing fingertip slowly rubbed over him, working over that tight, quivering pucker in patient little strokes up and down. His muscles flexed and rolled under the firm pressing, and the quivering feline was soon absorbed in the odd feeling of that tiny passageway twisting a little one way, then the other under her pressure. As she worked into a firm, circular motion, he started to pant softly. At first, he couldn't tell whether the impatient twitching he felt between his legs was his own rock hard arousal or the beast below-- until he felt the flare of her crown nestle against the lowest cleft of his cheeks, throbbing viciously against him. A bare breath of a mewl slipped from him.
The kiss broke. Lith gasped suddenly, panting several times and working his eyes open. He barely glimpsed the smile on Melody's face. Wide and hungry. Then the world rolled, and a massive armrest thrust up into his belly. The feline landed with a breathless merf, clinging to the armrest before he fell over. It was easily large enough to support him, though his head hung over the side. He yelped as he was pushed further over-- by two firm hands on his backside. Claws scrabbled at the fabric, but he soon found himself anchored again-- his head was hanging down now, and his rear was high in the air. The dragoness gave a slow murr of approval. Lith craned his head around, panting softly, and he could only see as low as Melody's breasts, framed elegantly in a cream-colored top chased up both sides with lace. She was drawing closer, a dark smile on her face as she inspected the rear spread before her.
That first touch jolted through the kitty's body, his fur fluffing slightly, his tail giving a lash, and his ears flicking to points. Not only had that massive cock poked at him, but the pointed tip had kissed him right on that little bud-- leaving a wet spot that quickly chilled. Shivering slowly, the feline leaned to press just a hint back against that hot tip, nestling it firmly into the tiny valley that was his tailhole. A low murr, tinged with a growl, rolled from the dragoness as her hands slid up the kitty's back. A long, slow lean ground her tight to his backside, the broad mass of cockflesh that was her head alone burrowing firmly between the kitty's plush cheeks to root in at his hole. She was, quite simply, far too large for him.
The pointed tip gave a gentle poking, to be sure, but the insurmountable girth of Melody's cockhead hardly fit between his cheeks, let alone into the tight-wound little pucker she was beginning to drool against. Not only was he a virgin back there, but he had a tiny hole-- one might have compared it to the cumslit that was grinding against it in scope. The very idea of this beast entering him was preposterous, as far as Lith could reckon. The deeper Melody ground against him, the more sure he became-- his hole had worked open just a hint around that tip, enough to set his muscles to twitching and seizing tight, but it was clear she'd be going no further. A slow breath rolled out of the feline. Whether from relief or disappointment, even he couldn't say. Either way, he found that he was trying to stuff a paw down between his legs, where his shaft throbbed steadily and ground against the armrest pinning it down there.
Melody, however, did not seem to be dissuaded by the obvious, or the basic laws of physics. Her hips pushed in with a growing hunger, and her hands slowly climbed her would-be mount's back. The feline yelped softly as an especially hard buck shoved him over the armrest a hint, interrupting his little attempt at attending to himself, before her hands seized into his sides and dragged him back for another shove. Soft mewls and whines started leaking out of the anxious kitty as it grew apparent the dragoness was only getting started-- he didn't know how she thought it was going to work, but remembering how obscenely hard she'd been, he could guess which of them would break first.
A toned but soft, bare belly slowly curled over his lower back, and two firm weights blossomed on the kitty's back as he panted softly. Melody's arms wrapped around him as she cooed softly over his head, feeding soft murrs and whispers into his ears even as her ram battered against his backdoor with growing intensity. The wedged tip was steadily forcing her juices into his pucker with each throb, though most of them spilled out again to dribble down his taint and his taut little sack before dripping off the tip of his own twitchy little cock. Just a fraction of her juices, however, were working their way inside him, slowly soaking into his every nook and cranny throughout and on the other side of that tight boundary. Lith whimpered softly, biting his lip as he just barely picked up that familiar warmth seeping in at a new place. He drew a deep, deep breath, and let it go in a long, winding sigh.
His pucker relaxed a hint, and half an inch of dragon cock greedily sunk home. His muscles seized down again as he choked out a yelp, but Melody just grinned over him, holding her very tip tightly buried in that hole, positively pouring juices inside him. For a moment, she just let that panicking ring of muscle strangle her rock hard tip jealously, the dragoness giggling softly into his ear as his body instinctually strained to crush her. When the squeezing slowed out of exhaustion, she promptly rolled her hips to one side, down, over, and up. Holding tight to his hole, she slowly swung herself around, swaying in a circular motion. It was only barely noticeable at first, but as she worked her way around, the motions started levering her in a hair at a time in little twitches of flesh against flesh. Each little shift brought a twitch from the kitty as he felt himself squeezing a hint wider. All that prefluid was starting to smooth the way, and Lith whined out in a mixture of disbelief, panic, and ecstasy as he realized that his hole was already stretching much further than he would have ever thought possible-- already, perhaps a third of that immense cockhead had managed to work its way into his virgin hole.
Lith couldn't say that it didn't hurt. He was straining and stretching in a way he'd never expected to stretch, and with each moment, he was forced wider. But the pain was odd-- it tickled at the back of his mind, and when he opened his mouth to cry out, a moan burst from him instead. Each time his muscles struggled in vain to close the breach again, his shaft gave a firm throb below, his own pre mixing with the last bits of the dragoness' fluids dripping from his tip. The closest thing he'd ever experienced to this pain was when he pulled off a scab-- a pain that seemed to melt into pleasure. A pain that scratched an itch he didn't know he had. The feline's mouth hung open, his tongue slowly sliding out as he panted and moaned.
At least half of that beastly, hauntingly smooth head was buried in his taut tailhole, and Melody was growing impatient with lust. The smooth rotations had gradually worked into a rhythmic shoving, her hips barely suggesting a motion up as she eased off a hint, and down just before she ground in tight, her efforts often spoiled by the plump, hungry throbs of her cockhead at the bottom of each shove. The underside of that knob had already managed to slip inside, and Lith could feel her cumvein throbbing against his abused ring. With every throb, a fresh gush of juices washed into his bowels-- he was starting to feel like he might slosh if he managed to straighten. If she got what she wanted, though, he wasn't sure even that would be enough to smooth the way.
Hot flesh touched to his inner walls, and the kitty gasped and mewled out, whimpering as his legs trembled and tried to spread wider. His tailhole was strained obscenely wide, and his insides had spread open along with it-- the actual press of her dick to his depths came later than it would have for any sensibly sized creature. Her presence was suddenly very palpably there-- inside him. Shivers ran up and down his spine as he felt her press against the insides of his guts, beginning the inevitable stretching.
He could clearly feel every detail of her cock as it slid through his backdoor, and his fur stood on end as he realized-- the twin ridges that seemed to be traveling up either side of her were the sides of her crown. The purring, growling dragon was moments from being inside him proper. She only had to stretch him a tiny bit wider...
Impossible. That's what it had been. Lith could only stare in disbelief at nothing, trying to even comprehend the fact that that monster was sliding in. He had passed the brunt. He had consumed it. And... and...
Half a squeak died in his throat. His eyes glazed. The broad, cruelly massive, flared crown of the colossus that was Melody's boi-skewering cock finally popped inside him. Locked together. That head alone seemed to fill him completely-- his insides were strained to bursting, and the knot of pure heat that was her head seemed to consume him, to dominate the entirety of that skinny, trembling, taut-muscled body that was wrapped around it. Her slit was jammed against his g-spot.
There were already cum stains on the sofa. But the first gush of pre set him off hard, and his back arched as best it could pinned under the dragoness. A beat, and the kitty found his voice, a desperate yowl winding out of his belly as his hips gave weak little humps, his legs whipping a bit further apart in time with his firm spurts. Splashing noises were just barely audible below them.
Soft giggles tickled the kitty's ear just before teeth closed around it in a gentle nibble. He gasped for breath and panted unabashedly, giving weak twitches and mewling piteously as the nibbles solicited sudden, fresh hardness from a certain overstimulated little kittycock. "Somebody's enjoying himself, hmmm?" Her voice was low and playfully secretive.
Like lighting a match, bright red heat flared in the kitty's face in an instant. His ears pinned back, but he just mewled on, a slow roll of his body giving one firm, if ineffective push of his rear back against that skewer.
A prompt answer shoved the air from the kitty's lungs. One solid, hungry push slid that mass of meat perhaps two inches deeper all at once-- stretching out fresh tracts of his bowels for their new resident. More jarring than anything else had been the bizarre feeling of her suddenly moving-- in the time she'd rest just inside him, he'd managed to grow used to her enough that her sudden shift felt like half his gut had up and decided to move upwards. Flesh on flesh, he could fool himself in moments of stillness into believing this was truly part of him-- that the two were, in fact, joined together. But her hungry shoves for more of his deflowered backside jogged him from that illusion every time as the furiously steeled, throbbing, vein-webbed beast forged its way deeper inside him.
The sensations surging through the young cat now were revolutionary-- he'd never known he could feel half as much of what was going on inside him. His guts were his guts. But Melody was burrowing right down the middle-- stretching him into a glove around her beast, and firmly pushing aside his insides as she pushed deeper still. Nerves he'd never known he'd had were on fire, pushed to their limit in every way. The pressure, the heat, the seductive slickness of the lake of juices she poured into him to smooth the way, it all seared and tantalized his insides, sending his body into simultaneous orgasmic shivers and panicking trembles to the point of seizing up. His fur fluffed, his hide prickling as the sensations seemed to overflow into the rest of him. His mouth hung open, working and forcing out sounds that might have been meant to be words. Pleas. He couldn't make anything coherent anymore.
Firm, driven with a bottomless hunger, the dragoness' strokes pounded in methodically. Each gained her perhaps half an inch now, having to work against the friction that even her copious prefluids could not exorcise. The long, throbbing drive into the feline's core seemed to encompass all of time itself for the poor kitty, but Melody was simply humming softly, enjoying herself thoroughly and without rushing.
Soft yelps rose in the room as the Dragoness neared the halfway point-- Lith hardly even recognized his own voice anymore, laden with a desperate need, a beseeching, shamelessly seductive ring tuned to beg for more with his every gasp and moan. The plump swell of her shaft, when it pushed to its thickest girth, demanded he stretch and accept her every inch at the tightest strain possible. As that swell passed, like the slow ebb of the tide, he could only feel... accomplished as the very heart of the beast throbbed inside him. Some small mercy allowed him a hint of slack as she narrowed subtly toward the base, the steel-hard shaft rooting impatiently into his ring to bury her every inch, thick or thicker.
The last few inches came in a rush. It might have been momentum, it might have been the narrowing of her shaft, or it might have simply been Melody's self-control slipping as she drew so close to hilting her sweet little boy toy. That ebon spear lunged through Lith's deepest reaches aggressively, stabbing into his gut so suddenly, only a soft, wet noise escaped him, his expression frozen a moment. Two heavy, broadly rounded orbs were planted against his thighs. The dragoness' belly pressed firm to his back, now running smoothly all the way down to the hipbones digging slowly at his cheeks. Claws raked across his chest as a deep, barely audible growl rolled past his ear. The rod itself was giving fat and steady throbs, making his hole pulse around it. Lith rasped out a soft breath, his tongue hanging from his mouth with a string of drool slowly dripping off it. His vision was hazy. All that was clear to him now was that throbbing, searing mass of cock filling his core, its every pulse clear to him as it surged from that tapered steel base to the broad, flaring head. He could feel the heat of it seeping into his flesh, his body warming between her cock and her belly. His thighs were twitching fitfully, he realized, and he suspected the mess against the armrest was growing larger.
Her sudden draw jarred the feline-- after the constant, unrelenting drive of that dick ever deeper into his body, it was as though gravity had suddenly reversed. His insides were suddenly hollow, if only for a few inches. She promptly drove forward, however, and the wave of relief washing through the skewered feline set his cheeks burning fitfully. He moaned out haggardly, only to find his breath reversing as she pulled-- her draw dragged air into his lungs before shoving it out in an abrupt cry. The dragoness was plumbing his depths with that beast in powerful thrusts and draws, and he found that lying there, trapped between creamy upholstery and smooth, black flesh, he had little control over his own breathing. His head swam as his tail end twitched and spasmed around that beast taking full claim of him, stretching as she drew and tightening as she plunged home. He clung to her helplessly with each draw, but that only set her purring as she slammed home again.
She. He still didn't understand it-- the sexiest girl at his school was on top of him. He'd masturbated to the thought of her a few times. When he saw her in the hallways, he looked down out of habit. He'd shared a class with her once, and when he sat further back than her, he'd liked to watch her. Just... look at her. He'd taken a guilty pleasure in admiring her beauty when he thought that she couldn't see. He'd never considered so much as actually touching her. The mere thought of what her tits looked like had been enough for him to come the first time. But... she was... intimidating. He'd stopped, because the image of her smoky smile brought him to feel like he'd never be worthy, even in fantasy. But now... now she was on top. She was the one with the tool, and he was the one bent over. And she was loving it.
Every stroke rolled through the both of them-- besides the roll of his body under the power of each thrust, he could feel her body flexing against him in rhythm with the strokes, her belly muscles steadily rolling into each thrust as her breasts heaved against his back, two firm tips sliding under his fur to tickle his hide. He could feel her low growls and murrs as she took his virginity. He could not only hear the pleasure she drew from him, but feel it. His belly was already full of her hot love, and she was stirring it around so much that it was starting to wash down his sack again-- dragged out around her shaft and slowly moistening scales and fur alike until her balls were slapping noisily against his thighs. His claws dug in and kneaded at the side of the couch, his fractured breaths coming and going in mewls and moans.
The idea of pleasure coming from his tailhole was foreign to Lith. All his life, that hole had had precisely one purpose. But the stretch... when he felt his flesh working wider, straining to contain this beast, he couldn't say why, but the tingle was seductive. Addictive. And the warmth... life was pushing into him, life itself, the love and lust of a beautiful woman. He felt heat spreading in his belly, and in his heart, and when he was in the throes of this strange and perverse act, he could not refuse the feelings surging throughout him. He could not say that this was anything wrong or disgusting. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he groaned out, uncaring for who might have heard.
Churning. Already he could feel those great orbs churning against him, in the half a heartbeat they would slap against him before jerking back again. They were drawing up until they pushed snug against the underside of his cheeks, curve to curve, and he could feel the pressure building, the ominous sloshing of juices in preparation. A shiver ran through the impaled feline at the thought. She was pounding home harder with each moment, her shaft throbbing thick and hungry as her cruelly flared head only swelled wider, raking up and down his bowels with her thrusts. Her breath came in low hisses, singing the tip of his ear as her arms drew tighter and tighter around him. The thought filled his mind, and he found himself weakly pushing back.
Cum, he thought. At once, he was desperately wishing, screaming silently, for her to pump him full, while he reeled in wonder at himself underneath, frightened of this sudden welling of thoughts and emotions he'd never known. Just the thought of her filling him had him dangerously close to the edge himself, and his frail, abused form was throwing itself back as best it could to meet every powerful thrust. Whimpers and mewls poured out of him as he took the dragoness' tense rutting, trembling with desire while what was left of his sensibilities cried out, terrified of the silent surge of pure lust that was filling his mind. He needed it. He'd tasted her warmth once, and he needed it again, he needed her to fill him with everything that she had, everything that she was. The pure and brutal honesty of this moment in his mind, the clarity of it, sent his conscience fleeing to some dark corner. His mouth worked, and between gasps, he managed to squeeze out the ragged words, "f-fuck me..." All he could think of, to mimic a slutty porn star.
The soft, musical giggle that tickled his ear made him feel small. Thundering strokes pounded against his ass, plastering his cheeks to her hips and sending them jiggling in the split second she drew before slamming home again. She nailed him to the curved armrest with a barrage of brutal blows, driving that pucker poker to the absolute hilt without hesitation or mercy, even as the first churn made her cumvein bulge inside him.
Heat stabbed into him, and seeped into his flesh. Thick, drilling jets flooded him almost instantly, yet she pounded and pounded away, lining his passage with her thick cream and fucking right through it. He was growing slicker than ever, and she took full advantage, her pace only building as she growled. Thick rivulets of seed ran down between his thighs to coat his own firing kitty dick, their juices mingling in the crevices of the couch as she pumped him full.
The heat blossomed deep in his gut and steadily spread throughout him. His eyes slipped shut, and Lith lay in a trembling mess, his hole seizing tight around that shaft even as it pounded and pounded until she finally worked down into a deep, hungry grinding, blasting away at his insides.
When things finally rolled to a stop, Lith felt... wet. The insides of his thighs --and the backs, and the fronts, and his balls and cock and lower belly and most of his calves-- were plastered with sex juices, a mixture of thick seed running through the thinner pre. Where he wasn't plastered with cockdrool, sweat had seeped into his fur. His cheeks were wet and his eyes were starting to crust with drying tears. Saliva trailed down his chin. The very air seemed to be steaming around them. The slow, gentle press of belly and breasts to his back assured him that Melody was finally relaxed atop him-- though he could feel her giving a plump throb inside him every time he so much as twitched. For now, he struggled simply to breathe himself-- quietly.
A murr and a stir, and Melody slowly straightened to stretch. The feline's back was chilled at once. "Aw, poor kitty..." The dragoness ran a hand up one cheek of his rear, where the juices had managed to wash up a little. "I think we could use a shower."
"Mmrew?" The sound startled him in his own throat. She pulled, and he gasped, clamping down. He couldn't have said why, but his instincts drove him to hold tight to that beast, and each time she tried to draw out, he clung to that cock with what control he could still manage over his muscles.
Finally, the dragoness giggled softly and murred, "have it your way, then."
Whimpering, shaking at the knees, Lith found himself half walking to the bathroom, half keeping his balance as the rod buried in his gut guided him forward. The two walked together, the dragoness' arms firm around him as he stumbled and mewled. His belly was swollen and wobbling with his beleaguered steps. When they finally made it to the bathtub, Melody simply took up his legs and carried him in, flicking the curtain closed before the water came down.
The surge of warmth over the kitty's stained hide sent a shock through him, seeming so familiar, then he relaxed. Groaning softly, he slumped back against the dragoness as water coursed over him, fur and scales clinging together. He only realized she was easing out when her head caught at his pucker-- earning a high gasp from the feline as she popped free. A thick splatter sounded below them as her cream poured forth from his depths, the kitty crumpling against his host as his legs gave way. It poured out of him until he felt cold inside, and he whimpered into her breasts as she held him.
Hands stroked down his back, and soon, she was soaping him up. Soft coos rolled in his ears as he was groomed, and she giggled softly when he finally rolled into a purr. Hands scrubbed gently up and own his back, his sides, his hips, firmly cupping and sliding over those plump cheeks before she turned him around to set her soapy back against him. He whimpered softly at the touch to his pink tips, his cheeks heating as she took the invitation to tease them nice and clean. By the time her hands combed through the fluff of his lower belly, he was hard yet again, and her fingers were much too smooth and soft around him... he was just about to embarrass himself again in a panting mess when her fingers finally slipped away. His cheeks spread, and he moaned slowly as soapy fingers slipped inside him. By the time something larger nestled against his cheek, he was pushing back with soft, urgent mewls. One high yowl surged from the bathroom as steam began to fog the mirrors.
When the two finally managed to get clean and emerge from the shower, even Melody had a sleepy set to her eyes. The day had proved long and exhausting. Lith was practically asleep on his feet. He hadn't the energy to so much as mentally protest when Melody guided him to lay in his bed. He lost some time, but when the dragoness joined him, he felt a silk nightie nestle against his back, though he could easily feel two familiar tips press to his fur. She snuggled him up like her favorite teddy, the fat, slack log of meat between her legs firmly nuzzling up between his cheeks as she settled with her arms around him. The sleepy kitty rolled into slow, deep purrs, never quite cracking his eyes open.
"Sleep tight, cutie."