A Day at the Park
Lucas had gotten to the park early to reserve a nice shady spot. Being an eight foot tall dragon had its advantages. All that was required was a stern glare, and even the obnoxious soccer players, kicking their ball like hyperactive children, steered clear of him. Lucas was a large dragon, with green scales and some blue over his paws and face and ears. He was a on the pudgy side, although that's how dragons usually were: brimming with bulk and power. "Large and in charge," as his mate, Telima, often said. Still, even if he gave a couple glares to the soccer players, a few growls and snarls, he would never actually hurt them. He was a gentle soul, but he didn't complain when the entire section of park he was occupying slowly emptied out, leaving him alone with the warm breeze and the shade of a tree, just waiting for his mate to come along with her arms filled with delicious treats.
Lucas had actually fallen asleep in the autumn air, but woke when his nostrils twitched and he smelled something delicious. If it could believed, it wasn't the aroma of hotdogs and pie that caught his nose, but the scent of Telima, carried over the winds. Because while picnic food was generic and common, Telima's scent was indescribably unique, and even as he groggily woke, his tongue slipped out and licked over his lips, purely by instinct.
Telima was a hybrid, a dragon-cat mix, boasting traits and oddities from both species. Her fur was a rich, regal purple, while locks of auburn hair sat atop her crown. Her belly and underside was black and scaly, and her wings were leathery black with a purple frame. Her unique physical anatomy gave her such a unique scent; Lucas could always smell her coming a mile away. Although tall among other felines, she did not inherit a dragon's size, and so was quite small when beside her mate. Small enough, in fact, she could lie down rather comfortably on his chest, which was exactly what she did before he had a chance to wake up fully.
"You picked a good spot," she said, her chin resting on his solar plexus, their groin's pressed together. The warmth of Telima's nethers could be felt, even through the thick fabric of their pants. "I'm surprised there is no one else here. You didn't eat anyone, did you? I would be upset if I learned that your appetite had been spoiled on a couple coyotes, after I spent so long slaving away in front of a hot barbeque."
Lucas' hands slowly lifted, and he gently took hold of Telima under the arms. He drew her over his front and brought her before his muzzle, before slipping out his tongue and giving her several affectionate strokes over the face. "I am quite hungry. I got a feeling that, one way or another; you'll end up inside me before the day is through."
The hybrid smiled, and returned the licks of affection. "Not right now, hotshot."
With distinctly feline grace, Telima slid herself back, slipping over the curve of Lucas' groin and coming to stand between his legs. Then, stepping over one of his thick thighs, she squatted down before the cardboard box that carried all their treats, and set about placing the Tupperware container over the grass. Hotdogs, hamburgers, potato chips, egg salad. Lucas was a big dragon, after all, and he needed a lot to fill his belly.
Telima gathered three hotdogs in hand, one with ketchup, one with mustard, and one with relish. She carefully crawled onto Lucas' belly, straddling the curve, before leaning forward to place the hotdogs before his lips. Her cleavage filled his view, making him wiggle anxiously, as the hotdogs slowly filled his mouth. He swallowed hastily, as Telima retrieved another bath. This time when she sat on his chest, she scooted closer, sitting so her groin was close to his nose. Again, he had to struggle to maintain his composure, and gulped the hotdogs down all at once, this time four in total.
"It never takes much to get you worked up," Telima muttered, stroking his face very softly. "I was going to drag this on a little longer, but I fear you just might pop." She looked over her shoulder, once more confirming that they were alone in this section of the park, before reaching for the rim of her shirt. She pulled her T-shirt off slowly, revealing the polished, ebony scales over her underside, what seemed like one scale at a time. It was agonizing for Lucas, whose heart fluttered when the red nipples that dotted her black breasts came into his view. She pulled the shirt off fully, throwing it aside, and then stood up. It was far from easy to stand on Lucas' stomach. His belly was squishy, and he was breathing so hard, the "ground" was shaking. But she had a feline's grace and balance, and was able to keep herself up as she unbuttoned her pants. To be coy, she turned around slowly, so her backside was facing him. As she bent over, stepping out of her pants, her shapely curves gradually came into vision. At last, she stood, and turned around, revealing her fully body to him.
Whether due to her mixed heritage or a twist of nature, Telima possessed both sets of genitals. Her blue cock: covered in ridges and boasting a large knot at the base, was already dribbling white cream eagerly, as were the red lips between her legs. It was a heavenly sight, one that Lucas would have stared at for hours if he were allowed, but Telima was already backing off him.
She settled between his legs, as she had before, and reached for his shirt. He was wearing a button shirt, and it seemed she could not be bothered undoing every individual one. Her claws cut through the string that kept the buttons intact, and although Lucas was not happy about losing a shirt, it was a small price to pay to be free of it. His pants came next. This time she undid the button, and then pulled down the zipper, one tooth at a time. She did this both to prolong their foreplay, and for a practical reason. Lucas was already fully erect, and aware he did not often wear boxers or briefs, she did not want the sharp teeth to nick his prides.
It was not uncommon for a dragon to boast two erections, a trait inherited from their snake cousins. Although much more common among the serpentine breeds of dragons, Lucas was special in that way, and when the pants were off and pulled to his knees, both erections; iron black and dribbling translucent white, were free to breathe. The pants were actually sticky from how much profusely Lucas had been leaking. Telima threw them aside, as they were not important and, truth be told, she found them a little disgusting.
Although she had been playing it cool for most of the game, leaving Lucas to whine and groan and grumble like a child, the sight of the two massive shafts, throbbing and filling the air with heavenly musk, she was starting to quake. She could feel a fire building in her belly, and her erection and vagina both were leaking wetness onto the grass. She dropped to her knees, before bracing herself on Lucas' thighs and leaning closer to the two girths. She nuzzled the underside of the lower erection, nose bumping on the many ridges that lined it, and then moved to the glans to softly kiss and lick. She moved to the higher erection, coiling her long tongue around it and squeezing, before moving higher still.
When not erect or urinating, Lucas' two shafts were housed in an internal pouch, subtle against the curve of his crotch. An untrained eye might pass the fleshy opening as just part of the sheathe, but Telima knew better, and nuzzled at a sweet spot between Lucas' upper shaft and his belly, earning growls and soft groans from the dragon. Telima had found his vagina.
Steady streams of pre oozed out of Lucas' and Telima's respective genitals, making the air so thick and musky. In the back of his mind, Lucas wondered if some hiker or park goer might be hiding just out of sight, watching the entire spectacle. Such a fantasy did nothing but turn him on more, as he felt soft licks over his shaft, Telima drinking down the pre like a kitten would milk. Lucas was in a state of bliss, judging by the tongue rolled out of his lips, and Telima was happy about that. She only worked hard to pleasure her partner, while struggling to alleviate her own lust with a pair of fingers. She rubbed her erection softly, squeezing around the base and humping into her hand. She plunged two fingers between her drooling lips and spread them suddenly, but no matter what she tried, the fire in her belly continued to burn. She needed something, something more, and looked Lucas.
When the soft licks ceased, Lucas sat up, lips quivering. He met Telima's eyes, and nodded softly, before laying back down. Like a prowling jungle cat, Telima crawled forward onto Lucas' belly. She turned in a tight circle, so she was facing his large penises, and Lucas' muzzle was only inches from her sweet nethers. Her breasts rested upon his belly and her knees on his chest, her tail occasionally batting him in the face.
Telima leaned her head forward and puckered her lips against the glans of his first erection (it was the only one she could reach.) She licked first, softly, although was too eager to prolong the foreplay. Instead, she took hold of the erection with her right hand, and braced herself on the belly with her other. Opening her mouth wide, she slowly drew the erection in, guiding its path with her outstretched tongue. Her cheeks started to bulge as the girth of the head came to sit past her lips. As well, steady trickles of pre were oozing into her mouth faster than she could gulp them down. Her teeth hooked on the glans, keeping her secure. This was not the first time she had done this, and was aware that the first few bursts of seed had the potential to knock her back, unless she was firmly braced.
Lucas lifted his large hands, and took firm hold of Telima's shapely buttocks. Despite their large size, they were toned and muscular, and delightful under his exploring fingers. He moved his hands up, now resting his fingertips on her lower back and flanks, and used his thumbs to pry her cheeks apart. A musky aroma swept over him, making him spurt another blob of pre. He leaned into her, breathing softly through his snout, and kissing her nethers with his scaly lips.
By far, this was their favorite position, of all the many they had tried. There was something mutually loving about this: Telima servicing and suckling on the drool cock, and Lucas slipping his impossibly long tongue inside the warm pussy. Telima's erection rubbed against the soft scales of Lucas' belly as she began to grind and shift herself, purring all the while. Lucas pulled his tongue out, and Telima slid her lips off the erection. And then, in unison, they both plunged hard upon their mate, Telima's mouth suddenly filled with the throbbing shaft, and the full length of Lucas' tongue buried between her legs. It was an unspoken contest, but they were always curious who would cum first.
And as usual, it was Telima. With a gasp and shudder, Telima felt her body tense into one large muscle. A moment later, there was warmth on her belly as her penis, sandwiched between two sets of scales, began to spurt white, sticky cream. Her vagina released a long held climax as well, gushes of juice oozing out and dribbling onto Lucas' tongue. Lucas lapped happily, feeling his own erections bulge and grow fat, and then his own spurts release out of him. Telima was a pro at gulping down, having serviced her dragon a hundred nights before, and not a drop that spurted from his first erection escaped the suction of her lips. His second erection, however, had nothing to hold it, and was releasing white cream like an unmanned fire hose. Several large blotches hit Telima's face, but she simply closed her eyes and continued gulping down the tasty nectar, that seemed to have no end.
Even when his erection ran dry, Telima suckled, trying to steal one last drop. Lucas pulled his muzzle back, away from her fleshy lips, though kept hold of her buttocks. Very gently he massaged the skin and scales, toyed with her pucker, as she worked feverishly at his shaft. At last, she pulled her lips back, her teeth dragging over the tight skin, grumbling she wouldn't get one last drop. She kissed him one last time, before lowering her head, resting her cheek on his warm vagina.
For a long time, they just lay there, blissful in the shared afterglow. The autumn breeze was warm and the sun was still high in its afternoon spot, baking them both. Sometimes the wind was too strong and blew the dead leaves off the trees, which only made the day more magical to share. Oh, it had been too long since they had done this: made love to one another, taking the time to feel every scale as it ground against their loving mate. Cuddling late at night or an afternoon quickie couldn't compare to the sheer bliss of a day like this.
Telima decided she did not want it to end, at least not yet. She carefully spun around until she was face to face with her dragon. A smile spread across his lips as he stared into her eyes, and a deep, purring chuckled escaped him as she gave him a lick. She licked again, at his muzzle, and then under his chin and kissed at his throat. She moved down slowly, tasting each of his scales, and then went back up, and over the ones she had already sampled. When at last she had returned to his muzzle, she wrapped her arms around his neck and took him in a deep, long, wet kiss.
Having just released an impressive load, one would think Lucas' erections would be limp and tired. Quite the contrary, in fact; the soft kisses that Telima had offered had stirred his groin back to a painful tenseness. His erections were already full and throbbing, his heart pounding faster as Telima took hold of him, causing his cocks to bob and throb visible. He stared at Telima, as she gave him one last kiss, whispered her love, and then began to back away. She was already hard as well, and dragging her drooling penis over the scales left a snail's trail of glistening white.
She hissed when she felt one of the erections touch against her shapely cheeks, and looked back over her shoulder. Lucas' claws gouged handfuls of dirt, his legs tensed and his tail thumped the ground, forming a small dent. He was baffled and desperate for what would come next, and when Telima backed up again, allowing the glans to settle between her cheeks, his heart almost leapt out of his chest. Telima carefully pushed off the ground, and fell back, more or less sitting on the wide shaft. She looked down to make sure she had sat on his lower erection, before reaching between her legs and taking hold of it. Gripping her buttock with her other hand, she pried her cheeks apart, and worked on slowly, slowly sitting down upon the enormous girth. Even if they had been of more equal size, this would not be easy. Rarely had Telima put more than a finger's girth under her tail. But she wanted to try this. She wanted to make this day extra special, and leaned forward to brace herself on Luca's middle. Lucas' other erection was suddenly rubbing against the slit of Telima's vagina, giving her a tantalizing idea.
When his lower erection was past her tightly clenching rim, she groped between her legs for his second erection, at last wrapping her fingers around it. Holding it tight, she rubbed the glans against her nether lips, trying to open herself up. By bending forward, she was just able to slip it inside, although she nearly collapsed from the jolt of lightning that ran through her senses. With the two dribbling, throbbing bulks within her, she began to buck and convulse wildly, lifting her hips only to bring them slamming down upon his groin, forcing the girths farther inside. Every inch felt like it would be the last, like her body could not possibly stretch any more, but she worked and wiggled, putting her puckered anus and madly clenching nethers over every ridge that lined the godly shafts.
Lucas' reactions to the stimulation were quite different. He managed to keep his arms up, his claws tightly gripping Telima's cheeks, but other than that he lay there, as if he had expired. Never before had he received such pleasure on both his erections. Telima was the sweetest mate he could imagine, but she only had one mouth and one vagina, and he assumed there was simply no way for both his shafts to be worked on at once. The pleasure of every blissful gift she had ever given him was suddenly doubled, all the pleasure and sweetness surging through him. Occasionally he found his strength and drove himself up, shoving his cocks deeper into her, until he felt himself hilt fully in both her holes. Telima collapsed forward, resting against him, hugging him, kissing his chest as every throb of his heart made his penises grow larger and thicker and take up more space within.
The roar she let out when he came; both cocks blasting her at once, was heard throughout the park. Birds took to the sky and leaves rippled off the trees as she rode him, bouncing up and down. She squeezed her erection tight, rubbing herself, struggling to reach her blissful climax. Pump after pump of Lucas' cream gushed inside her, his erections working in tandem to release another load. The fuller she felt, the more she needed to release her own seed, and with another roar, she hit a peak like she had never known before.
Spurts of white shot out of her penis like a geyser, going as far as Lucas' lips and face. Splash after splash exploded, painting the scales beneath her. No longer able to hold herself up, she plopped forward, and landed on Lucas' chest, her erection still going mad but now embraced on all sides by smooth scales. Lucas continued to release as well, mouth open, tongue out, drool pouring over his lips.
Breathing heavy, Lucas managed to sit up. A hand on Telima's back kept her from rolling away, and he took her under the arms to lift her. She stirred to life, hissing and mewing, but he continued to ease her off his cocks. His erection was lined with ridges and knots, each poking and prodding against Telima. After she was already so tuckered out, the hammering bliss the ridges caused her head to tilt back and drool. He was almost worried it might be too much for her, that her heart might give out from all the bliss that was running through her, lighting her senses on fire. At last he managed to extract her, and carefully set her down on the ground as he got to his feet.
"I don't think I can walk," Telima said. She could not even lift her head, and was speaking to the ground.
"I'll carry you," Lucas said kindly.
"You gotta carry all the picnic stuff. You can't just leave it. That's like... twenty dollars worth of Tupperware and fried chicken."
Lucas chuckled, aware of where this was heading but he played along. He slowly sat back down. "Hmm... so I need my hands, but I need to carry you as well... whatever can I do...?"
With a heavy grunt, Telima managed to lift to herself to her hands and knees. She looked to Lucas, lip quivering as if he might say no to this next request. "Can I-"
"Of course."
"You... you're not too tir-"
"No, I'm fine. Come on."
As fast as her tired body could manage, Telima approached the dragon, who settled fuller onto his back. His erections were still fully engorged, but as strange as it may sound, they presently bore no interest to Telima. She had had her fill of seed, and felt the lustful fires inside her belly sated. She just wanted someplace warm and safe to curl up and rest. When she was resting alongside Lucas, she rested her cheek down on his belly. She could feel his heart off in the distance, and hear the gurgles of his stomach. She nosed at where his navel would be, if he had one, and then moved her affection lower, to the start of the pouch that housed his genitals. Although she was not interested in his penises, she gave them both a kiss to thank them for sharing their home with her, before she pressed her nose right against his vagina, which had been virtually untouched throughout their games. She applied pressure, until at last the slit yielded wide, sliding wetly over her nose. The scent was delightful, as was the warmth, even if it was only on her nose.
Telima pulled back, and slid her body over him, so she was resting on his chest in much the same position as when they had started. She took a deep breath, before once more pressing against his slit. This time she applied the pressure, full and hard, even as the warmth slid smoothly over her face. Her eyes were closed, so only her sense of touch told her that her entire head had been buried inside the warm cavern. She pressed farther still; until the rim of his vagina was against her shoulders, trying to yield to provide her entrance.
She felt a strong hand on her ribs, those of Lucas gently holding her. Another hand found its way to her rump, and he gripped the buttock tightly. He was in no rush to force her inside him. His pussy was starving for a treat or kindness, and having his mate stretch him like this was nothing short of breathtaking. And when her head finally passed the warm, pulsating cavern and emerged in his womb, he knew she would be fine. She gulped down a breath of musky air, and then began to wiggle and squirm, working herself inside slowly but steadily, the pressure of Lucas' hands always accompanying her and helping her in her travel.
Her chest was destined to be the hardest part. Her large, plump breasts widened her torso enough she could not simply slip inside. Her wings, as well, made that one area hard. Lucas reached forward, taking hold of her boobs with a hand each. He began to knead the flesh like fine dough, working it slowly and carefully, until the pockets of fat could slide past his tight lips. Gradually, he managed to work her torso into him, and then placed a hand on her crotch to push her inside. He gasped heavily as her hips, another particularly wide part of her, forced his nether lips to stretch. He was almost ashamed to say he held her tail so she might remain in that one spot just a little longer.
The more of her body that fit inside the womb, the tighter Telima curled. As her hips slipped through the threshold, and made their slow travel through the silky tunnel, Telima pulled her legs close. Her knees rested right up against her chest, and she wrapped her arms and wings around her slowly, setting her head down. Inside Lucas like this, it was dark and the air was stale and it was a little scary, but also so warm and cozy and safe. And after such a long day, so much energy spent, she curled up and closed her eyes, slipping into an easy sleep.
Lucas spent a long time sitting there, rubbing his larger belly. He braced himself against a tree as he got to his feet, careful not to shift too much and force poor Telima to roll about. Pulling his pants on proved another problem, but eventually he managed, even though they no longer quite fit. He tugged his shirt on, and after a fruitless try at closing it, he settled for having his belly exposed. He was just going back home, after all. He gathered the remaining food and Telima's clothing, and put them into the box, before putting it under his arm.
What a wonderful day it had been: a fully belly, a full womb, and having cum twice (well, four times if one counted each of his erections separately.) As he strolled out of the park, the way he had come, he could have sworn he heard a couple giggles emerge from a bush. He was going to investigate further, but right now he just wanted to get home so he could sleep, along with Telima. Besides, it didn't matter. He just hoped, whoever had been watching, they had enjoyed the show.