A Break From War
I'm back! It's been ages since I've written anything. I hope by putting three new stories will appease my watchers. Sorry it took so long. This story is my favorite one of the three. Happy Valentine's day!
The tent ripped open. Two soldiers carried their wounded comrade into the medical wing. The dragon lying on a bad quality stretcher held a bandage around his arm. While on the front lines, he got shot by the enemy. The dragon rolled his eyes. Even though he was conscious and could barely feel any pain, however, they still wanted to check up on him. Just give me a strong drink and I'll be fine, he thought.
"Who is this?" A nurse pointed to the dragon.
The soldier answered her, "Drake, he's a part of the first infantry; shot in the bicep, no exit wound."
She nodded, "Send him to Nurse Fluorine; room 69."
So Drake's friends carried him to the mentioned room. Drake got up and laid down on the make shift bed. From behind a curtain, he heard a yell, "I'll be right there!"
A sting jolted from his arm, and he wrapped his paws around the wound. It's just in your head, he thought. The dragon had always hated the doctors. His eyelids closed and he tried to relax on the aged cot. Sweat ran down his body from anxiousness and the war wound. The fear of doctors rather than the fear of death stuck out more in his mind. Heat started to bother him, so he took off his shirt. It was probably for the best as the doctor would have to see his wound anyways.
The curtain shifted a bit, and the eye of a jaguar nurse peered in to see her patent. The sides of her face widened into a wicked smile. Her tongue licked the side of her muzzle. She saw his eyes closed, so she could gaze at his body for the mean time. Sweat gleamed down his body. Being in a war zone, so was used to seeing soldiers both male and female covered in sweat. However, none of them had a body as chiseled as this draconian.
His scales glimmered in the room. Whether he polished them regularly or it was from the sweat, or many even a combination of both, the jaguar couldn't tell. At the top of his head, two golden horns protruded. His well managed pectorals rose and fell as deep breaths panted out of his lungs. The dragon kept his army pants on. Even from a distance, she could see the outline of his cup, larger than any she has ever seen.
From his muzzle, a sigh came out. He placed his paw on his forehead, revealing the bandage to the attendant. Coming back from her senses, she realized what she was here for. A mirror was next to her, and she quickly checked her reflection to see if there were any features to make her seem unattractive to the patient, there weren't any. Nurse Fluorine pulled back the curtain, which captured the attention of Drake. The jaguar smiled, "So what happened to you cutie?"
He rolled his eyes, there's no way this is for real. "Got shot," he answered as he pointed to his bandage. Even when his bicep wasn't flexed, Fluorine could see his strong muscle bulging out his arms. Her eyes traced his pectorals, which connected perfectly in sync with her patient's arms, as if his body was perfectly sculpted by a master craftsman.
Fluorine carefully cut a slit on the fabric and unwrapped the blood soaked bandage. Underneath, she noticed that most of the bleeding had stopped, giving her a bleak view of the bullet wound. His red muscle fibers were shredded along the straight well. Fluorine shined a light into the hole, so she could see the depth of the bullet. It was about an inch deep. It hadn't penetrated the bone, or else Drake would be in immense pain.
She switched off the flashlight and walked over to one of the cabinets. Inside was a small metal looking box. When she turned it on, the word "charging" was lit up. As she walked back to Drake, she asked, "You don't have any metal in your arm other than that bullet, do you?"
The Dragon shook his head, "Nope."
He felt a cold sensation as the metal box was pressed against his wound. "This is gonna hurt," he was told. The nurse pressed a button and the bullet was pulled straight out from the wound in which it entered his arm. Drake gritted his teeth, and grabbed the nearest object to his paw. He squeezed a metal bar on the cot with all of his might, to distract himself from the pain in his bicep. All of his muscles flexed as he squeezed the bar.
The jag watched as his muscles contracted and relaxed, as he panted. She could feel a wet spot forming on her panties. Her knees grew weak from observing this spectacle. As the pain slowly subsided, his grip on the bar loosened. Fluorine pulled the metal box up, and saw the bullet was attached to the box as it were attracted to a magnet. Blood started to flow again from his wound, and his nurse wrapped his arm up in a new clean bandage.
Drake leaned his head back and sighed. He let his tongue hang out of his muzzle. Nurse Fluorine looked at it with curiosity. Just like a regular dragon's tongue, it was narrow and long. It wobbled as Drake breathed. Fluorine licked her chops again. She could feel her panties getting soaked. It has been so long since she had gotten any action. Her war nurse occupation has overtaken her life.
She placed a paw on his abs. Drake opened his eyes to see what she was doing. Fluorine traced her paw upwards. Once she got to his massive pecs, she circled a claw around his nipple, "So how long have you been without pussy?" She pushed off the bed and straddled his chest. Back and forth she rocked and rubbed her juices across his pectorals.
The dragon just looked at her neither lips as it gave off a sensual aroma, "Too long," he answered.
Fluorine moved her pussy up to his muzzle, "Well eat up."
Two paws grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled her towards his awaiting tongue. Drake didn't bother to tease her; he could tell his nurse had naughty thoughts about him ever since she walked into the room. Her pheromones gave it away. Drake jammed his tongue straight into her sex. The tip pushed against a side of the walls to allow more of her cum to drip down and into his maw. Just a few drops of it fully motivated him. His tongue drove deeper into her depths. The draconian shape of his organ allowed him to push farther than any other animal could. The smell alone overwhelmed him with arousal. His cock slowly grew erect and pressed against his military cup.
He heard a gasp over him, as her muscles squeezed around his tongue. The jaguar placed her hands on the back of his head to support it so he could eat her out longer. Fluorine grinded against his skillful tongue. The cots slight bounce turned her on more. I wish I could have video taped this, she thought. The dragon's paws squeezed her ass to get her to lean farther onto his muzzle.
She felt him encompass her sex with his lips. Drake sucked at her to get more of her luscious sap. His tongue bent and flexed against her walls to pleasure his healer more. Fluorine moaned and pulled her partner's horns toward her pussy. Her orgasm felt so good after all those years. The feline's feminine cum splashed Drake in the face, taking him by surprise. He left his tongue in her cunny and continued to suck so her sex juices would fire out and hit the back of his throat.
The jag lean over and put her paws on the edge of the cot to support herself as she was in her blissful orgasmic state. The dragon continued at lap at her soaked pussy to taste every bit of her feminine cum. After she recovered, she slid down Drake's body and pulled his head towards her. Her pussy ran down his chest, smearing her cum on his scale plated chest. When her bottom sat on his lap, Fluorine smiled.
She pulled the dragon's head closer to her their eyes closed and their muzzles connected. The feline slid her tongue into her pet's maw. She played with his dragon teeth, feeling their sharpness. Drake leaned back on his paws and let the jaguar do all the work. She snaked her tongue further into his mouth, and rubbed his tongue with hers. Remnants of her sweet nectar clung in his maw, as they shared the taste in with each other. They sucked at the other, giving both pleasure. Drake felt a paw reach down to his pants and unzipped the zipper. Underneath it was cup Fluorine had seen earlier. She used her hind paws to pull it and his cargo pants down to his knees, revealing the erect cock beneath. The head was covered by his pre, showing his arousal during it's time in the cup. The jaguar led the dragon onto the floor, where they could further indulge in their pleasures.
They assumed the same position as before, Drake kneeled on the floor, and Fluorine sat on his lap. The feline's paw grabbed his pre cum wet shaft, and placed the tip at her moist entrance. Her body gently lowered itself onto her little toy. Drake groaned as the head penetrated her neither lips. Her muscles spread to accommodate his huge dragonhood. Unlike the scales on the rest of his body, the scales on his dick were smooth, allowing it to glide gently into her depths. Even so, the nurse felt every scale and vein as it inched further into her channel.
It has been a long time for both of them. Fluorine's tunnel hasn't been spread for ages. She only got halfway down his rod under gravity alone. Drake clinched his teeth, because of her almost unbearable tightness. He noticed that her breasts were right in front of him. His neck craned licked his tongue over Fluorine's nipple.
The feline opened her muzzle and purred, "Oh! Drake! That's the spot." She arched her chest while she placed a paw on the back of his head for motivation. Her legs wrapped around his back as she pushed herself further down her tunnel.
Drake placed his paws on her hips and pushed down. The dragon started to lift his hips into her pussy. He separated from her nipple, leaving a trail of saliva. His teeth gritted as her inner walls constricted around his malehood, even with the jaguar's cum as lube, it was tight. Being a dragon, he had a pointed tip, allowing his head to spread her muscles apart easier. Pre shot from the soldier's rod, allowing him to pump faster and harder into her depths. With each penetration he entered further into her tunnel. Being on his knees, Drake squeezed his ass for his thrusts.
Fluorine's insides were on fire, surrounding the dragon's member in an extreme heat, "Ah! You're so hot down there!" he growled with his eyes closed.
He felt paws on the side of his head, so he opened his eyes. The jaguar had a wicked smile on her face, "So are you."
She opened her muzzle, and connected with his. Their tongues met, and twisted against each other. They sucked at each other, drinking up as much paradise as they could. Drake picked up his speed, this time he used his ass and his paws to pierce into her flower.
Fluorine moaned into his maw each time he pressed into her. She could feel the tip force at her cervix, trying to break through, jetting pre to help aid his blissful effort. Her walls seeped even more of her honey down his cock. When her tunnel filled, it leaked out onto his furry balls, bathing them in all of its much deserved glory, and onto the floor. With every thrust, the puddle of pre and fem cum grew, marking their tryst.
Damn she's tight, he thought as her drenched walls milked at his member. The jaguar broke the kiss and moaned into the air. To keep his muzzle busy, Drake slurped at the female's neck. Fluorine's body convulsed as she hung on the dragon for dear life. Her body sat completely onto his lap, stuffing her insides with dragon meat. The tip rammed past her cervix and into her fertile womb. Her muscles clamped down onto Drake cock, begging for its prolific gift.
Drake groaned into her neck. He felt his own orgasm as he lifted his lower half deeper into the jaguar. His balls contracted as cum fired into her womb, slowly filling it with his dragon cream. The feline's walls and the reptile's cock pulsated in alternative rhythms squeezing his dragon cock, giving them both extended orgasmic states. Drake felt a paw on the back of his head, telling him to keep his muzzle working. As Fluorine's tunnel filled, a mixture of think cream and lucid nectar leaked out, following the previous path, and flowed onto the dragon's balls.
Their panting slowed down, and they were feeling the after effects of their tryst. Drake kissed her once more. Their tongues instantly intertwined, tasting the other's sweetness. When they detached, a string of saliva still connected their maws. Fluorine could still feel Drake's cock stiff against her insides.
"So you ready to go back to the battlefield soldier?" the nurse asked.
Drake smiled, "I don't think my arm feels better yet. I think I need more treatment."
Unfortunately, I will be absent for a while, due to specific reasons. So, it might be a while for other stories to come out. Hopefully not as long as my last absence.