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You find yourself sitting on a park bench just off the trail to read in private. The trail is behind you with a line of trees blocking you from view. A narrow path winds between the trees from the main trail to the bench. In front of you is a small half-circle clearing with its radius about 15 feet around you. There are small patches of wild flowers dotted here and there amidst the mossy ground. It's a fairly quiet day, the only sounds are the birds in the trees, and the gentle babble of a small brook that runs just out of view from where you sit. Now and again you might hear the steps of others jogging by, but it's too early for anyone but the morning joggers to be out so you are left undisturbed. Absolutely perfect time and place for a quiet read.

You are so engrossed in your book that you fail to notice you have company until you hear a rustling of leaves in front of you. Since there is no wind, you lower your book to see who has encroached upon your space and find yourself face to face with a forest dragon. The creature isn't very large; you'd guess it's about the size of a great dane. Its glossy scales are predominantly green, with darker patches of green, grey, and yellow tinting its scales in a perfect camoflage pattern. Fairly docile creatures, they normally keep away from others, but that doesn't make them any less dangerous. Attacks are very rare, but they do happen. You don't move, fearfully hoping it will get bored and go away.

It moves closer, resting its forepaws on the bench on either side of you, silver eyes gazing into yours. Its muzzle is mere inches from your face, its warm breath filling your nostrils with a scent of smoked hickory. Your heart is racing; your mind playing all kinds of scenarios in your head, each one more grizzly than the last. It takes every bit of effort to not jump as it brushes its cheek against yours affectionately. Before it pulls away, it whispers softly into your ear in a sweet sounding voice. You have no idea what it said, but you know it spoke. There was no growls, no grunts, no chirps; an honest to goodness spoken language, even if it was not in any language you've ever heard. You didn't even realize they could speak. The way it speaks makes you tingle all over. A gentle nip and lick of your earlobe only makes it worse.

Suddenly you feel it fumbling with your belt buckle, claws working on undoing your pants with a grace only experienced digits can manage. Too scared to stop it and too aroused to say anything, you nervously look around while praying that nobody sees this. It would just be your luck to have someone waltz in while this beast worked on exposing you, and god knows what else. Even worse if a youngling caught you. You don't really have time to think of it as the creature soon has your erection exposed to the cool spring air, its tongue slowly curling around and snaking its way down your length. Just as you work up the courage to say something, your penis is engulfed in its warm moist maw, the soft scaled lips pressed firmly against your crotch. Its tongue constantly teases your flesh as it begins to suck gently.

You are appalled at this beastly blowjob. It's unnatural! You don't dare try to stop it however; you caught a damn good glimpse of those pearly white, needle sharp teeth surrounding your delicates. One wrong move, and you're suddenly a eunuch. You try very hard to seem disinterested, going back to your reading, hoping it will take the hint and go away, but your body betrays you anyway, your throbbing cock oozing a steady stream of pre, your balls aching for the sweet release this creature is promising. All you can really do is lay back as the dragon draws you closer to orgasm, its head slowly bobbing, paws tenderly caressing your hips. You stifle a gasp as you feel it swirl its tongue around your shaft, the long appendage snaking out from between its lips to brush over your sac, making you buck against the dragon's hungry muzzle.

Try as you might, it becomes harder and harder to ignore as the beast does more intricate things with that skilled tongue that make you want to just grab it by the horns and fuck that sweet muzzle hard and fast. Book forgotten, you close your eyes and just concentrate on doing just the opposite of what you'd like to do. God this creature knew how to suck. Slow and steady, keeping up a gentle rhythm, sucking and licking... it's so wrong... but.. it feels so... right.

Though it feels like forever, it doesn't take the dragon long to get you right at the brink. Any second now you'll cum and this will be all over but no, the bastard expertly keeps you there, wanting to draw this out as long as it can. Minute after agonizing minute passes, the dragon continuing to tease your throbbing cock until your balls almost hurt from the need to climax, that tongue sloooowly rubbing against your slick member, lips ever so gently brushing along your flesh. You want to just finish it so badly, but you absolutely refuse to beg this creature for it. You instead try to thrust against that delicious maw, but find the damnable dragon is using its powerful paws to keep you from doing just that. You make a move to grab at its horns, but flexing claws pressing against your delicate skin and a low growl warn you against that. No matter what you do, this thing isn't going to let you cum.

You soon break, unable to take any more as you beg the creature for relief. As if it were waiting for that moment, it gives the underside of your member a firm lick from base to head, making sure that the entire length of its tongue rubbed right at the glans, giving you an overload of pleasure. You grab it by the horns and press it firmly against your crotch; to hell with the claws. You need this. Doubling over in agonizing bliss, trapping the dragon's head between your belly and legs, thick ropes of cum shoot deep into its maw, making you shudder and groan loudly. The dragon thrums happily as it greedily laps at your tip, bringing painful pleasure with each lick at the oversensitive head as cum splashes messily against its tongue, every brush of the tongue eliciting another shudder and moan.

After what feels like an eternity you collapse against the dragon, completely drained and thoroughly exhausted. You remain like this for at least a minute as the beast revels in your afterglow. You can feel the gentle vibrations from its throat as it purrs, and you can swear you feel it swishing your cum around in its muzzle the entire time, as if it were trying to coat its entire tongue with the thick fluid. Eventually you can feel it swallow, a single gulp, and then it pushes you back gently, pulling off of your cock. You gasp as the cool air hits your drool-coated flesh, a bit of a shock after being inside such a warm muzzle. Your balls and underwear are fairly soaked in dragon drool, but are fairly clean all the same. Seems the greedy thing didn't let a single drop of your cum escape.

The dragon licks its lips a bit, then pushes itself forward and up so that it brushes its muzzle against your cheek again, whispering something else in your ear. You still have no idea what it's saying, but you can guess as it pulls back, gives your nose a quick lick, and winks at you. At least you think it winked at you. You're pretty sure it did. It then turns around and walks away, tail swishing behind it in a very satisfied manner, leaving you exhausted and exposed to anyone who decided to go to your little clearing. As you shakily get up and zip up, you can't help but wonder if this could wind up being a regular thing. You are surprised to find yourself making sure your schedule is clear for another early morning "read" tomorrow...