# Callum's Encounter with a Water Dragon Author: GabrielDrake Tags: Adult, Anal, Anal Sex, Cock, Dragon, Feral, Feral_on_human, Human, Knot, M/M, Male, Male/Male, Oral, Precum, Rimming, Water Dragon, kilt, malexmale, sucking This is a rough draft of a story that I decided to throw together a couple days ago and first posted on my Inkbunny account. Please feel free to leave me some comments or suggestion. I'll upload a new version when I get around to looking over it a little more closely. Callum's Encounter with a Water Dragon Author: Gabriel DRAKE Released On: soFurry.com Legal Notice: This story contains adult content and graphic descriptions of sexual acts between a human male and a male mythical creature. This work may be classified as bestiality and may be illegal for you to read in your region. You have been warned. Please continue to read only if you are at least 18 years of age. Copyright Notice: This work is intellectual property of the author and may not be copied, redistributed, published, and/or sold without the expressed consent of the author. Authorization is given to retain a copy of this work for personal home-use only. This is the soFurry.com rough draft release and may not be posted on any other website or forum. Please contact the author at [[email protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) if you believe that a copyright infringement has been made. Copyright Date: August 4, 2012 Callum knelt at the edge of the pool, and dipped his cupped hands into the water a second time. He brought his hands to his lips and drank deeply. He didn't even mind that the water was fairly warm, his thirst overwhelming his objections. With his immediate need stated, he dipped his waterskin into the water to fill it. It was then that he spotted something that caused him to freeze in place. A feeling of unease washed over him as he peered into the set of eyes which glared back at him. His mind struggled to understand what he was looking at. The set of eyes appeared to be part of the floor of the pool nestled within the autumn leaves that collected there. They were a pale green and slitted like a cat's eye. The sounds of the forest around him faded out of his awareness. He stared intently, waiting for the realization that the orbs as he spotted were just simple stones at the bottom of the small pool of water or perhaps just the light reflecting strangly on the water. But that realization never came. He was finally broken out of his reverie when both of the eyes blinked slowly. It was not like the closing of a human lid; instead a near transparent sliver of skin slid out of the corner of the eye covering it completely, but briefly, before retracting back. Callum stood upright and shuffled backwards. Before him, out of the water, rose a scale covered creature. First, the triangular head appeared; it was broad across the top and narrowing sharply to its muzzled nose. I had no ears, just boney ridges at the sides. A sharp fin-like protrusion jutted from the center of the forehead and over the top of its head. A thick neck, as large around as Callum's thigh, followed it. What appeared to be gills lined either side, dripping water as they left the pool. Those green eyes never broke their gaze with Callum's. Both his fight and flight instincts struggled for dominance and in the end both won out. Callum's hand reached for the sword hilt at his side and at the same time, his feet began to propel him quickly backwards. The backs of his bare knees felt the scrape of the bark on the log that was lying across his path, but before Callum could register what it was he was already falling backwards. His hand struck out in attempts to catch hold of anything that would break his fall. However, they flailed in the empty air. He felt his ankle tangle on one of the branches protruding from the log and his back struck what he was sure was solid rock. The air rushed out of his lungs in a gasp. Blackness swam in from the edges of his vision. Amazingly, Callum never lost consciousness. The pain came a few heartbeats later; however, he was glad that it was the dull ache of a developing bruise and not the nauseating, lurching pain which accompanied a broken bone. He had only those few heartbeats to try and catch his breath before Callum felt the log under his knees sink under additional weight. His vision was still a bit hazy from the fall, but Callum could make out the scaled beast towering over him. He instinctively reached for the handle of his short sword again. It was then that the recognized the shape of the sword pressed into his back. It must have become twisted under him as Callum fell backwards and he had landed squarely across the steel flat of the blade. Having little hope left of escaping the maw of the monster above him, he shamefully threw up has arms in attempt to cover his face and neck. Maybe the creature would see him as weak and have pity on him. Callum new how pathetic his action was, but he had little else to go on. But the expected attack never came. There was no lunge at his upturned arms. No tearing and rending as the beast eviscerated him. Callum could hear the beast's breath, and for that matter he could feel the gentle tremor of each inhale as the log shuddered under his knees. He knew it was still there. Callum realized his own breath was caught in his chest at the anticipation of an attack that never came. He took a ragged breath, all the while trying to keep his breathing calm. And then he peered between his upturned hands. The creature was definitely still there. Callum could see it in a little better detail now. It was unlike any animal he had ever seen. Small leaf-shaped scales covered it like armor. They were nearly-black, but with a faint iridescent green that shimmered slightly when caught by the light. Its head was turned down and slightly to the side. Callum could see a small ear-hole, for lack of a better word, on the side of its head and assumed there was a matching one on the other side. Its gaze was locked on something and he was certain it eying it curiously. Callum had seen the same look on his sister's favorite mouse- catcher, an orange haired cat tomcat, when she would lure him around the cottage with a length of twine. He followed its gaze downward and embarrassingly realized what it had spotted. In the fall, Callum's kilt had upended. His family colors seemly abandoning his little warrior to fend for itself. He instinctively tried to pull his knees up to cover himself, still not quite ready to lower his arms. However, he found one leg still tangled in the tree branch and his other grazed scaled flesh before he dropped it back down. The creature brought his snout closer to Callum's exposed flesh and inhaled deeply. The intake of breath caused a rush of cold air the grazed across his balls before bringing his scent to the creature's nostrils. He looked on in fear as he watched the creature's tongue slide across its jaws in the universal symbol of hunger. For the first time the monster's menacing set of teeth was exposed; a thousand serrated little daggers. Determined to not lose his manhood, Callum decided he'd rather lose a hand than lose that other precious part of himself. Strange, considering the first thirteen years of his life he was indifferent to it, but in these last four years it he had done much to make up for those years of neglect. He quickly moved his hands to cover himself. He was just in time get his hands cupped over his meat, when he felt the beast's tongue on his knuckles. Callum's eyes had snapped shut on their own accord as he was sure he was about to become the monster's next meal. He didn't feel the sharp dagger-teeth rending his skin, instead the wet and slightly chilly tongue continued its assault against the wall his hands formed before it. His defenses failed to hold, however, and Callum felt the tongue rake across his left testicle. He couldn't help but gasp, and not just because of the cold, wet organ across his skin, but in the sheer pleasure of it. He felt his dick rising. It had turned traitor and was attempting to escape Callum's sheltering palms. As it grew, the beast's tongue found its target more and more often. His hands were becoming slick with not only the creature's saliva, but his own precum as well. He gave up trying to resist and let his hands fall to his sides and opened his eyes. He gave the beast complete access to his now rigid cock and he heard what he could only describe as a purr emanating from its throat. Its tongue wound itself around Callum's member, feeling like a slick hand. It had even begun to warm up, most likely do the heat radiating from Callum's body. It felt amazing as it pulsed around Callum's shaft. Pulling gently on his foreskin and sliding it back and forth over the sensitive head. Callum was practically panting in ecstasy. The pain is his back nearly forgotten; fading into mere discomfort. The creature released Callum's cock as it carefully over the log, careful not to step on Callum's prone body. It turned its head back to his dripping cock. This time it slipped its tongue under the hood of Callum's foreskin and lapped at the precum pooled there. Callum almost exploded when he felt the tip of the tongue tickling his piss-slit, but the creature must have realized this and concentrated instead on lapping at Callum's balls again. Between waves of pleasure that left him temporarily stupefied, Callum observed the creature beside him. The fin-like protrusion which started in the center of its forehead, ran along the beast's spine, down its back, before merging with its tail. In total, it was actually slightly smaller than he had thought before; maybe 8 feet long from nose to hindquarters. Its tapered tail, which seems to be quivering on the forest floor in excitement, was another 6 feet long. Nestled between its hind legs, which Callum also couldn't help notice ended in webbed claws, he spied a slit in the beast's scales. It was surrounded by a slight mound of softer flesh. Tentatively, he reached out a hand and gently slid it over the scales on the creatures side. They felt rough and hard; he doubted his touch was even felt. But as he guided his hand under the creatures belly and further back, the scales were finer, thinner. He strained to reach his goal, the fleshy mound but it was just out of reach. His touch there, however, was clearly felt as he felt the absence of a tongue on his stones. He looked down to see the creature looking back at him with those startling cat-like eyes. It moved a little closer, and Callum felt the dripping slit under his fingers. He brought his wet fingers to his mouth. He breathed in the somewhat musky smell, before tentatively tasting the liquid on his fingers. It was amazing. Slightly slimy but tasting both slightly salty and sweet at the same time. He ran his fingers of the whole length of the slightly parted mound, gathered more, and brought it back to his tongue. It was intoxicating and he needed more, he wanted to taste it directly from the source. Callum propped himself, upon on his elbows and slowly pulled his legs free of the tree limbs and fallen trunk. He groaned a bit as he rolled himself over on to his hand and knees and turned to face the creature. "You certainly are a horny lass aren't you." Callum was surprised at how gruff and throaty his voice sounded. The creature seemed to know exactly what he wanted, and it rolled over onto its side. It wasn't quite on its back, but Callum now had free access to the delicious honeypot before him. He had listened raptly to his older brother's stories of nightly conquests with the village chieftain's daughter and new kind of what to expect. Still he suspected this was a larger slit than his brother ever came across. He was still on his knees, but now with an arm propped across the creature's belly for support. He gently guided his tongue over the glistening mound before him. He was in heaven as he attempted to drink down as much of this sweet nectar as possible. He felt that his kilt was raised and the now all too familiar tongue lapping at his dangling balls. This goaded him on further and he pressed his tongue directly into the slit before him. He started massaging at the mound coaxing more of the sweet liquid onto his waiting tongue. But then he felt something strange. Something had moved within the mound and pressed against his tongue: something smooth and fleshy. He kept working the mound under his fingers. When Callum pulled back to catch his breath he noticed a little black nub poking out of the slit before him. His brother never mentioned anything like this before. He watched in amazement as the black nub poked out a little further. Pushing its way out of the slit was a thick black cock. There was no foreskin covering its tip, but its shape was still unmistakable. The head was ringed with three slight ridges which were mirrored by three additional ridges near the base of the shaft. Or at least Callum hoped it was the base of the shaft. What was visible was already pretty massive, measuring half again the length of his own cock and much thicker. The tip glistened with a pearl of precum that dribbled down to slip between the ridges. The musky smell was overpowering and overrode any doubts Callum had about what he was about to do. He traced his tongue along the ridges, sought out that rivulet of pre- cum, and gulped it up. Then he traced its path back to the source and guided the tip of the monster cock into his mouth. He began sucking the delicious liquid directly from the source. He tried to force as much of the dragon meat into his mouth as he could while pumping the shaft with his free hand eager to taste more of the delicious liquid. The assault on his dangling nuts had ceased and the tongue now moved upwards to Callum's exposed pucker. He groaned around the massive cock in his mouth when the tongue gently writhed at the entrance to his ass. Callum could feel it slowly working its way into him. He never imagined that he could feel anything so amazing. His virgin asshole was gently stretched open to accompany the invading tongue. The sensation of it writhing within him was indescribable. Unable to concentrate on the cock, which was dribbling precum directly down his throat, Callum released his grip on the shaft and reached back to pull his kilt higher and to spread his ass wider. He was only half-heartedly slurping on the dragon meat in his mouth, and it slipped out slapping wetly on the creature's belly. The tongue ticking his inner recesses was wonderful, but now Callum wanted, no needed, something more to fill him. The very idea forming in his mind was terrifying, but he was already beyond that now. He eyed the phallus in front of front of him, swallowed and pulled himself forward. The tongue pulled out of his backside as he moved out of range of the creature's mouth. He swung his leg over the beast's midsection. Callum's foot couldn't quite reach the ground on the other side and still keep his right foot on the ground, but he was sure that it could hold his weight. He didn't dare give himself time to change his mind and guided the pole to his already slippery hole. Callum looked down at the face of the monster beneath him. I may be on top, though Callum, but I've definitely become his bitch. And he knows it too. A throaty version of a laugh emanated from the creature's throat as if to confirm it as Callum eased himself down onto the throbbing cock beneath him. The tongue bath he had just received had left his asshole wet with saliva and the copious precum that the beast was producing made the initial entry fairly easy. And when each of the three little ridges slipped past his pucker ring, Callum let out a gasp. He gritted his teeth expecting pain as he eased himself further down shaft, but none came, just a sense of fullness and pleasure as he could feel the ridges rubbing his insides. He pressed his hands, fingers splayed, on the chest of the dragon beneath him. The scales felt cold beneath his palms, but he could also feel the pounding its heart and the rush of air with every intake of breath. He adjusted to the fullness within him and slowly began to rise back up, and then plunge back down. He was overwhelmed by the sensations within him. Callum started panting and bucking himself wildly. He felt the beasts tail encircle his waist, it guided his movements: helped steady Callum when he rose up, and pulled him quickly down again. Callum could feel the first of the lower cock ridges now each time he plunged down. He whimpered; he wanted it inside him so badly. On the next downward motion he felt the tail tighten and pull him further down. The first ridge popped in and Callum gasped again. he moved to rise up again, but the tail kept pulling him down. Callum's eyes meet the green eyes of the dragon in front of him. When the second ridge popped in, he stiffled a yell. And when the third and final slide into him he gave a gutteral, animal-like shout of pleasure. He attempted to push himself back up again, to feel those rings of pleasure entering him again, but his was pulled down again by the tail around his waist. And then he felt the pressure building inside him. The cock buried deep in his ass was expanding. And soon he didn't need the tail to limit him to short little bounces, he couldn't pulled the cock out of his ass ring if he wanted to. "Fuck.... Ass.... Cock." A stream of words started pouring out of his mouth punctuated by sharp intakes of breath, as he was struggling to verbally describe what he was feeling. The knot forming within him was pressing against something deep inside that was driving him crazy. Each little bounce drove the ridges running its girth, over an intense pleasure point beneath the base of Callum's own cock. Soon the words were overtaken but incoherent noises. Callum could feel the rumbling roar building deep in the dragon's chest, before it was released. And with it came the torrent of cum deep within his body. This only hastened his own orgasm, which came not in the jerky spurts he was accustomed to when he brought them on with his hand. Instead it came in waves and so did him cum. It was like it was being forced out of him with every little thrust of the ridges across the pleasure spot within. His cum collected on the inside of his kilt, and although he was curious, he was far to exhausted to see how much of it he had produced. Instead he tilted forward, splayed across the creature's chest. His arms unconsciously reached up to encircle its neck for support. He felt two strong arms cradling him back and the wetness of a tongue licking at his face. Then, sleep claimed him. Source: https://sofurry.com/s/lmXr6AN1