Yardwork
~ There he was. My wolf, outside working hard in the sweltering summer sun. I feel a bit guilty sitting inside enjoying the comfortable air conditioning while he is outside, slaving over a hot lawnmower, a thin layer of sweat coating his ruddy brown and grey fur, accentuating the hard earned muscles in his arms and chest, and of course the lovely round curvature of his belly that wasn't as hard for him to earn. You can see why I only felt a bit guilty with the eye candy I have. I nursed the iced tea that should have rightfully been his as I sat on the kitchen counter, my tail waving back and forth, much like how a canine would wag their tail, a behavior I got from him. He has been out there for a while and he does have a good bit of the lawn done, he deserves a break.
I leapt off the counter with as much grace as I could, on the off chance he was watching, but I ended up stumbling. I blame my tail, long and cumbersome at times but terribly useful like a third arm, and yes I use it for exactly what you're thinking too. I go the fridge and take out the huge pitcher of frosty peach sun tea, his personal favorite while I have my tail take a second glass out for him from of our rather plain cabinets, something I have been begging him to let me redo.
I'm getting off track. I take his drink out to him, the smell of the freshly cut grass bothering my sensitive nose but as I get closer to him the odor of grass quickly gets drowned out by his own. I wish I could describe it while doing it justice at the same time, but I'll do my best. He smelled strong. Not strong as in an overwhelming, strong as in earthy, solid. Ironically, he smelled the opposite of me. He caught me with that dreamy look in my eyes as I sauntered over to him.
"Hey." He said after turning off the lawn mower and leaning on it, he was visibly panting.
"You look hot." I said coolly, offering him the glass. "You also look pretty thirsty."
He chuckled and took a huge swig. "Hot, temperature wise?"
"What do you think?" I said looking up near the sun like that would solve the problem. "I don't know why you just don't let me do this, I can take the heat way better then you."
He gives me this cross look, like I just offended him. "I did it because I don't want you out here, that's why."
"I'm still part dragon and my fur isn't as thick as yours." I counter, taking a premature victory sip of tea.
"It is too." He parries, pointing to the yellow tuft poking out from my tank top before gently taking my chin in his strong paw and rubbing his thumb across the short beard that had sprouted up within the last few months. "Like here."
He was teasing me. I playfully yanked my head out of his grip. "Well my fur isn't for keeping me from freezing in the winter. And besides, I still can breath fire, I'm sure doing that regularly counts for something."
"You haven't breathed fire in years Darokko." He chuckled heartily.
"Not around you, those twenty-something's I bedded last weekend were sure impressed by it though."
"And you hate younger guys." He stood up straight and gulped down the last of his drink.
"Not hate, just avoid being around them. Look, if we are gonna' fight about this, lets at least do it inside?"
He just grinned, nodded, and followed my waving tail back in to the house.
"It feels nice in here." He said, helping himself to a second glass of tea, while I took my place back on the counter top.
"Let me do the rest of the grass, I don't want you fainting out there." I say seriously.
He tosses me another look, this time a bit more angry, before he walks over to me and places his paws on the counter on each side of me, his burly arms fencing me in.
"No. I'll do it." He states sternly, his lovely hazel eyes currently staring me down, a frown on his muzzle. I knew this treatment; he's done it many times so I know how to react. I straighten up and look back down at him, sitting on the counter was one of the few times I actually was taller then him.
"I said I would do it, I hate to see you suffering out there." I said with a slight growl.
He sighed and rolled his eyes at me before bumping his surprisingly cold nose against mine softly, that tender smile of his returning.
"Why do you have to be so stubborn huh?"
I smiled back at him and tilted my head down to press my forehead close to his own, placing my paws on top of his.
"For the same reason you are."
My vision of him was blurred but I could feel him smirking. We stayed like that for a while, I took the chance to give him a few loving nuzzles across the cheek.
"It's warm today." He said quite bluntly, stating the very obvious but for his own reasons.
"It is." I said, still caressing his cheek with my own.
"And I know how you get when it's warm." His paws moved away from my own to hold me at my sides, I easily could feel the heat radiating from his paw pads though the thin ribbed cotton of my shirt.
"Uh huh." I said stupidly, clearly distracted by him.
"And I know you well enough to know that you like a nice romp on a hot summer afternoon."
I pulled away and looked up at him, taking him by his wrists and yanking them off me. "You really think I'm that predictable do you?" I said, mustering the best hurt look I could.
He chuckled and tilted his head to the side cutely, like when does when he is confused. "So you're saying if I unzip your pants right now you're going to be soft?"
"Well, not exactly soft. Maybe just half hard?" He knew I was lying, but really anyone could tell at this point.
"Uh huh." He said unconvinced. His paws were already sliding downward, brushing against that spot near my hip that was terribly ticklish, causing me to twitch and giggle until he moved on. I was caught by surprise when his broad tongue lapped over the end of my snout, his scent temporarily drowned out by the sweet smell of peaches and sugar but not long afterward is came rushing back. When we first started dating, I thought all this actions, even the little things like licking my nose, were carefully thought out and calculated just to fuel my enjoyment of him, It took several years for me to discover that I just learned to love everything he did. Sounds sweet right?
I felt that surprising shiver run down my tail, like it always did when he got close to touching my member, which at this point was well out of it's sheath and throbbing with my steady heartbeat to full hardness. I told him I was half hard. With a hungry, near predatory look in his eyes, he groped me, hard. I was further astonished by him, gasping sharply as he held me though the rough fabric of my jeans. My amazement was quickly taken over by a hot feeling of raw and restless lust for this male, returning his rapacious gaze.
"Would you look at that? Seems you are that predictable, love." I heard him say, but I wasn't sure, I could barely hear him over the sound of his smugness.
"Fine." I say gruffly, I know where this is headed so I can't be mad but, I can fake it. "Seeing as that is yours, what are you going to do about it?"
He says nothing, just squeezes me hard enough to make me flinch. I love when he does that. Wordlessly, he loosens his hold on me enough to expose my zipper, now bulging out with the pulsing erection trying to free itself by sheer force, and with a painful slowness only he could ever muster, drags my zipper down with a single claw tip. I could feel the tension slowly relieve with each sharp sheering sound as the teeth separated. Not enough to satisfy the ache though.
"Damnit Ssssander." I couldn't help but hiss as I lean my head back, mentally begging him to move faster, mentally because he does the begging, not me.
"What was that?" He stopped.
"What?!" I almost wanted to whimper.
"You can't hiss "X." He said with a big dumb grin on his muzzle.
"You know I can't." I glare at him. He teases me with this constantly, being half dragon has its befits and drawbacks.
"Say my name."
I growl at him loudly, well as loudly as one can when being held by his upside down balls anyway.
"Okay fine, fine." His grin is less dumb but just as big. The wolf finally finds it in his heart to let me go, running the cool tip of his nose up though the small tuff of fur that peeked out over the top of my A-shirt, until his head rested under my chin.
"I'm sorry, forgive me?" He asked sweetly. It was difficult to really stay mad at him, and I'm not just saying that because of the loss of blood to my brain. We stay like that for a while longer, his forehead nuzzling along my jaw line tenderly, before I give him my answer.
"Yeah, I guess I can." A fucking romantic, me. He just chuckled and lifted his head away, that same hungry look is his eyes.
"Enough teasing." I state firmly, we both liked to take our time, but I was way too turned on to stick with the tried and true. As gracefully as a roogan of my stature and arousal could, I tossed myself off the counter again and snatched up my wolf. As hard as it is to believe, yes, I can carry a man that's at least three times my weight over my shoulder, granted I could carry a lot more in my younger days but I won't get into that now.
"Oh, hasty today." He says casually, I can feel him staring a hole into the rear of my jeans.
I say nothing as I haul him up the stairs, pass our home gym, office, and quite gayly decorated restroom to the master bedroom, our master bedroom.
I lay him down on our bed a bit roughly, he was right though, I was being hasty. I stand up proudly and strip off my shirt revealing my monotone fur, flexing my well earned chest and arms unnecessarily. That thin canine tongue of his slides over his lips hungrily before he sits up and goes right for his favorite spot.
"You're hopeless." I chuckle while he hugs my belly, lapping at my treasure trail as his tail wags excitedly.
"Shush. I love your belly, and I love it even more since I helped make it." He nuzzles over my belly button with that cold nose, causing me to shudder. He was referring to the subtle roundness that years of his cooking has done to my once toned stomach.
"How about you hold me a bit lower love."
He did just that, loosening his grip only to slide down my torso, stopping when he was cheek to sheath with me. A short, rumbling growl escaped me when I felt his strong paws move to the front of my pants, groping my swollen bulge gently.
"How's this?" He asked with a toothy grin.
I couldn't respond, most of my higher brain functions ceased while the more primal ones fought about what I should do next. Thankfully, my old wolf decided for me. His paw undid my pants with the greatest of ease, letting my painfully stuff roohood spring free and flop over his muzzle. The wolf chuckled and smiled innocently up at me, as innocently as one can look with a cock laying on part of their face anyway. I couldn't help myself, I shuddered when I looked back down at him, I'm normally the insatiable one but the look in those beautiful eyes of his easily put me to shame.
"You want it bad huh?"
He nodded his answer, his tongue slipping from his lips to lap the underside of my length, dragging it forward and flicking the head a bit roughly. I instantly went weak in my knees, which is really hard to do. I felt even weaker when he slid my shaft past his thin, black lips, the head of my cock sinking right into his throat. I had to prop myself up on my thick tail just to keep from falling over.
"S-shit." I gasped under my breath as my wolf engulfed my entire length in one hungry gulp, the feeling of his silky smooth muzzle hugging against my most sensitive parts instantly made me start leaking pre cum profusely, like I always did. Quiet murrs of pleasure spilled out around my cock as he slid up my shaft while his tongue pressed and rolled along the thick vein along it's underside. My long ears were pinned back and my mouth was agape as I watched him go down again, his cool nose touching my furry sac when he wrapped his lips around the base, nudging my sheath back and out of the way.
His eyes were closed in concentration but his tail was wagging wildly and he smiled a bit every time he managed to draw a growl or moan from me, which was often. He was enjoying this as much as I was. An idea formed in my murky, sex hazed mind, something I knew we both would enjoy a lot more then just a simple, albeit heavenly blow job. I took him by the ear as he was in the middle of slowly pulling his muzzle up my heavy shaft, tugging him off me a bit reluctantly. He had other ideas it seems. The wolf only regarded my paw on his head as a minor annoyance as he tugged himself back down on to me, catching my throbbing member between his lips and surrounding it once more with his warm, moist muzzle.
I growled out loud and long. I wanted to ask him to stop for a moment, I wanted to tell him to listen to me, but all that came out was a growl, a deep, feral, untamed growl. He reached up and grasped my rear, kneading gently with his strong paws while he pulled me deeper into his muzzle. I gathered myself once more in an effort to pull him away from my now badly leaking cock and once again he simply tucked my violet hued manhood back into its rightful place.
Any ideas I had were long gone by now, my entire world shrinking down to the love of my life on his knees before me. My breath was starting to become shallow and I could hear my heart beat pound in my head. Oh sweet mercy I was getting close, I could feel that powerful tingling sensation when your about to let loose everything you could possibly give and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. I gritted my teeth and bared my fangs, bracing myself for what could have been the best orgasm of my life. The way his broad tongue glided from head to root so effortlessly, how wet and warm his muzzle was around me, the subtle vibrations from his murring and how they reverberated though my body. It was perfect.
Then I wanted to cry. Not because it was such a tender moment, but because he stopped. I looked down at him, my muzzle agape as I watched him lick his lips clean of my pre.
"Wha-Why did y-." I stuttered, my ears fell as he stood back up, stretching his legs a little.
"You were about to cum, I couldn't have that now could I?" He said with an awful grin.
"But-"
"Shh love, don't worry. I have much something better then just my muzzle."
I watch my wolf slowly unbutton his pants and let them fall to the floor, he thankfully went commando today. His thick and woefully unattended member stood rock hard and pointing right up at me as he sat back down on our bed. I quickly shucked my own pants off clumsily and climbed next to him.
"How badly do you want it?" He whispered to me, taking me by my chin and pulling me into a passionate kiss.
"So bad." I huffed when he allowed me to speak again. It felt like I was going to cum again even though he just asked a simple question, it might have been the intensity of his words or it could have just been I was so bloody turned on. I didn't care really, I just wanted him more then anything and I wasn't going to wait any longer.
I leapt on top of him, forcing him onto his back a rather roughly, I am still considerably smaller then him so I'm sure it didn't cause any harm. I instinctually went for his neck, lapping over the fur to flatten it down so that I could nip at the tender and sensitive skin underneath. He let out a low, submissive whine in response to my treatment, his own body flexing and arching under mine. The tip of his member brushed though my coarse belly fur during one of those sexy back arches, leaving a trail of slick pre cum against my skin. It was like a trigger I didn't know I had.
I took him by his wrists and pinned them over his head leaving him helpless, or at least I like to think he is. Remember my awfully useful tail? It tends to come in handy in these times. Without looking, I reach back with it and take the bottle that I know was sitting on out bedside table, to the right of the lamp and laying in front of our alarm clock. I take both of his wrists in my left hand to free up my right, he'll struggle a bit but never enough to actually free himself. With a small click and I wide grin I let the clear lubricate spill into my paw until I have nice puddle of the viscous liquid in my cupped paw. I glance up at him before I spread the cool lube over my hot shaft, he doesn't have to give me the "go-ahead" anymore but, I do always like to check just to make sure.
His mouth is agape and he is panting hard as he nods to me. I growl in response and take my other paw away from his wrists, placing them both on his chubby waist. I carefully move myself forward until the head of my member is right over his tail, between those two soft mounds of muscle and fur pressing, and spreading a combination of pre cum and lube over his tight ring. He whined loudly, a sign that I was taking my sweet time.
I grunted hard when I sunk my member into his tightly clenched tail hole. After twenty years of being matted to each other, he still felt just a tight as the first time I ever took him. He was right, his muzzle was heavenly don't get me wrong but, but being inside him in this way was sinfully good. I watched his expression change as I slid myself into the tight ring, his eyes closed tightly as if trying to shut out anything that could interfere with this moment, his lips parted and moving with nothing but formless sounds of pleasure spilling out, his ears tilted forward to listen to my own lust filled panting. After what seemed like hours but truth was only a minute or so, my entire cock was deep within my wolf. We both looked at each other, not saying or motioning to anything, just enjoying the feel of each other for the moment. This moment of course didn't last long when I griped him around his waist and pulled my hips away from his, then watched my violet cock slip back inside it's rightful place.
Honestly, sex with each other felt much better now then when we were younger. Instead of two nervous kids trying to impress each other, it was two mature adults just simply enjoying the sensations and emotions that sex brought out. Plus its helps that the years of experience has helped us learn exactly what the other likes. It caused our love making sessions to be a bit shorter by comparison but much more pleasurable and frequent.
Where was I? Oh right, I had my wolf by his waist, holding his spongy middle as I took him. I found the right pace for my thrusts, fast and a little brutish to be honest. He never complained though, just moaned and whined for me. We went like this for a while, me pounding him hard enough so that my hips and his rump made a dull but loud thump when I thrusted in. I couldn't help feeling a little bad for him though, his woefully unattended cock stood hard, pulsing with his heartbeat and dripping beads of pre. I didn't touch him though, I had a good feeling about today. I let go of his sides and placed my paws on his shoulders, pushing what I though was my going to be my limit. Then new angle gave me much better leverage and allowed me to make my rough thrusts even rougher.
I mentioned he was tight but going at it like we are now always made it more apparent. That warm tunnel hugging my member tightly, his slight muscle contractions seemingly caressing my shaft in all the right places as it was incessantly being used like a battering ram against his prostate. I knew where his was by heart after all these years.
"Fuck" I muttered, leaning my head back and growling ferally. I didn't even notice I was this close. I had so much more to say too. I huffed as I cursed my own restrictions as a male. I started to fuck him as fast as my body would allow me to, if I was going to cum soon then so would he.
I gripped his shoulders tighter, my claws biting into his flesh as I struggled to bring him to climax as I tried to temper my own. I growled again and positioned my legs to let me get a bit more force behind those humps. Genetics and evolution has been kind to me when it comes to sex. My eyes were shut by this time but I knew what was happening just by the sounds he made and the way he gripped my forearms and held on for dear life. His groans of joy easily drowned out my more quite and growl like ones as his knot began to swell. I focused my thrusts right along that bundle of nerves inside his rump, pushing him closer and closer to his peak, I planned having quite the mess to clean up afterward too.
I snorted and laid my ears back, I had ignored my own approaching orgasm for the sake of his but like he said, I was stubborn. Wispy tendrils of black smoke started to rise from my nose and muzzle as I hit the point of no return. I grunted and shoved the head of cock against his prostate as I started to burst as a last ditch effort to make my love climax along side me.
I was reduced to that simple, reptilian part of my brain and I let out a soulful roar as I came. Hard. I clawed his is shoulders as I shot a thick payload of hot kangaroogan seed inside him, spraying hard enough to make him reach his peak as well. With a primal howl of his own, my wolf lurched forward and shot his cum wildly, most of it making a mess on my chest fur, a few jets even making it to my chin. We shared this orgasm like many others before it, with tired smiles and hard panting. I groaned as my climax tapered off first, the remainder of my seed dribbling form my softening member and into him. He followed suit, his member still knotted and hard but no longer spraying his cum on me.
We were both tried and sweaty, but as happy as could be. I pulled myself out of him before flopping to his side, my chest messy from his cum but I didn't care right now.
"How do yo-" I cut him off by kissing him, words would ruin the moment right now. When I pulled back again he was smiling, he understood what I meant and was more then happy just to lay in silence next to me. Nothing needed to be said at this point. The roogan loves his wolf and the wolf loves his roogan, it was a simple concept but that's the way we both like it.
"Hey sweet heart?" He pants to me.
"Yeah?"
"Maybe you should finish up the lawn."~