New Faces
I'm well aware this won't be everyone's cup of tea but if it is your cup of tea then hopefully you'll enjoy it. This does contain both scat and watersports as focal points so if you aren't a fan of both then it might not be advisable to keep reading.
This was mainly an experiment on my part to see if I could write a scat story, and see if I could do one this long, so comments about how I did with this would be very handy indeed~ As always comments and criticisms are welcome~
Halatir's hind leg kicked slightly in his sleep, his mind rich with foggy dreams that fluttered just behind his closed eyelids, though none of them vividly enough for him to grasp onto. The afternoon sun had captured his lazy blue hide nicely from it's position high above him and, as he rested, sleep had taken him silently. Now the air had cooled and the birds had quietened in the intoxicating light of evening twilight and the trees, which had spent the afternoon swaying and dancing with the swell of the wind, had calmed and were instead only sighing with each soft breath of air.
With a quiet groan of surrender Halatir gave up his rest and stirred, knowing that the grass would not make a suitable place to spend the night. He rolled slowly onto his back, his eyes still shut as he began to arc himself off of the floor with a sickening crack from his spine, holding the pose as the wind trickled through his soft mane and pulled the white fur back and forth with it. Partly he held the position for the euphoric feeling that came with a good stretch after such a refreshing nap, and partly he held it because the inner turmoil raged within him as to whether he stayed on the soft grass of the paddock or whether he found a more sheltered place to stay. His debate was interrupted however; there was a sense that he was being watched.
It took a few seconds for his eyes to fully adjust and focus on his surroundings; none of which seemed suspicious. The grass was certainly not long enough to hide any potential threat and was the same innocent green grass that it had been earlier; the trees were waving their branches slowly, as if tired after a day of trying to shake off their orange leaves; and, as he brought his head in a slow circle about him, there seemed to be nobody there.
That was until he caught a slight glimpse of blue at the edge of the meadow; it was an unnatural blue and it seemed to reflect the light like his own scales would. He couldn't help but stare and sure enough, after a while he saw it move.
Saphira knew she had been seen. The blue dragon was fixated on the spot where she stood. It was certainly worth her lengthy trip if she was going to bump into other dragons, especially males, and this one was definitely looked like a male as she could see his slightly toned and less curvaceous body. Her blush was uncontrollable as she couldn't help but stare at him and, knowing that she'd been spotted, she decided that there was nothing left to do but confront the dragon out of curiosity and a need to explain herself. With obvious nervousness she slowly edged her way out of the foliage towards the mystery male.
Halatir made no attempt to move from the approaching dragoness, instead becoming more and more curious about what she intended to do. She showed no signs of aggression or any hint of being threatening so he felt no need to move or ready himself for confrontation. Instead his eyes were drawn to her hide. As the dull light caught it, it erupted the world around it in it's azure sheen and momentarily left him breathless; and yet brighter still were her eyes which, contrasted by her reddening cheeks, seemed to hold him captive and render him unable to do anything but watch. Her sleek figure too left him smitten as she strode towards him purposely, coming to a pause a few meters from the reclined male.
Saphira noticed as she came closer that the male was roughly the same size as her, much the same scale colour too but he had a bright white underbelly and a neck-length mane of the same colour. She tried to hide the fact that she was keenly looking over him, her eyes scanning over his handsome body as she slowly made her way towards him. This is why she had come to this part of the forest; she'd heard that there were wild dragons here, ones without riders and, she had hoped, male ones too. With enough prompting she had convinced Eragon that she needed some time to herself and so, having reduced the connection between them, she had headed off to the further reaches of the forest. Now that she was here, she couldn't help but feel elation at having finally found a fellow dragon.
There was something else that caught Saphira's eye as she stopped in front of him. She hadn't noticed it before as the sight of him had captivated her, but now she could see that the sleep had had another effect on the male. She remembered her lessons about mating with Glaedr and how he'd repeatedly complained to her that males often suffered from "morning wood"; a situation which she could now see was true as the dragon's long pink cock lay across his belly in full view of the approaching dragoness. It seemed that he was unaware of it.
She paused a few feet from him, her cheeks flooding a bright pink as she stared at the shaft which almost pointed directly up at her. Catching her eye Halatir looked down and couldn't help but blush himself, quickly rolling himself over to cover his malehood from her gaze, but the damage was already done.
"Er...Hi, I'm Halatir." The young male dragon said, trying to cover up his embarrassment by looking away shyly, finding a spot in the grass to focus upon.
"I'm Saphira. It's nice to meet you" She replied, extending her mind into his so that she could talk with him, "Sorry about sneaking up on you." She was afraid that she may have startled him unnecessarily and it was made worse by the fact that she'd been caught looking at his length; that long thick mast which had rested on his belly, the spaded head flared slightly as it pointed at her. She shook her head suddenly. She needed to think of something else. Having hardly met any males had left her craving their attention; at first it came in the form of pestering Glaedr and flooding him with her affection but he was in no position to return the same feelings for her. Now it seemed she had this male to focus on, and he was definitely worthy of such attentions. Her mind began to drift even more onto the sorts of things that would develop between them and before long she had closed her eyes and began fantasising.
Halatir couldn't help but feel embarrassed and shy after having exposed himself to the new female and it left him devoid of any conversation, leaving the two standing in silence for a few seconds. But something caught his attention; a faint smell that was so diluted in the air that he struggled to figure out where it was coming from. His sapphire nose lifted skyward and took a deep sniff, his eyes locking onto the dragoness as he realised where the smell was coming from and he knew what it meant.
With a wide, predatory grin he climbed slowly to his feet, approaching the stationary dragoness and, with no hint of subtlety, quickly ducked his head under her slender tail for another sniff. There was no mistaking what he smelt; she was aroused. Her pheromones rich juices lined the slim pink slit that lay between her strong hind legs, ensnaring his mind with it's powerful feminine scent. He let out a low guttural growl and smiled back at her, looking for a sign to proceed with the desperate female.
Saphira was shocked at how fast it had all moved; she had been hoping to get some relief from a male dragon but it had only been a dream at first, something that she thought would never happen. And yet here he was, his head between her legs as he waited for her response. She wouldn't refuse him, even if he had been rather brash getting under her tail, but as far as males go he was certainly mate-worthy; fairly muscular, slim, and a cock which seemed to meet her desires. It seemed like she'd found the complete package already.
She spread her legs a slightly wider to give herself a good grip on the ground and then lifted her tail upwards, letting instincts guide her as she gave her male a good view of her needy pink slit. His grin never faltered as he watched the female's tail lift and her cunny revealed itself to him, the sudden rush of her scent striking his nose and making his pink cock throb against his belly.
It was all too tantalising for him and Halatir could not resist dragging his long thick tongue against the outer folds, tasting her sweet juices and feeling her shudder above him as her body surged with a previously unknown pleasure. There was a pressure against his lips as she pushed her body backwards in an aching desire to feel more from him, her folds pressing to his lips in a wet forbidden kiss.
She shook suddenly, her legs going weak and almost making her sit back against her male suitor. It was only Halatir pressing his lips harder into her and slipping his long pink tongue inside of her opening, that made her stand back up again.
Saphira couldn't believe how fast it was occuring but she loved it. The only problem was that she desperately needed to relieve herself, but she couldn't afford to spoil the moment, could she? Not that Halatir was going to give her a chance, his tongue was pressing deeper and deeper inside of her, grinding against the sides of her walls and suddenly pushing hard against her bladder, making her 'eep' loudly and a small spurt of her briny piss to escape her.
Before she could apologise she heard a gulping sound and she felt the tongue return to her entrance with an even stronger push that she only just resisted.
"No, Halatir! I can't hold it." She panted breathlessly, trying to save her male from a mouthful of her liquid wastes; but the cry fell on deaf ears.
Halatir's tongue began to swirl slowly around inside of her, weakening her once more before he placed his front two paws on her hips and applied greater pressure to her walls, her knees going weak from the feeling. There was nothing she could do to stop him and, with a subtle moan of relief and desperation, she let loose her torrent of hot yellow urine, spraying it into the young male's open mouth. She heard the familiar splattering noise that accompanied her usual relief but this time there was a duller sound as it hit the back of the male's throat and gathered there. She also caught the occasional gulp as well and even a small moan from her male as he drunk her liquid waste.
The blue dragon left his mouth wide open and withdrew his tongue, letting the hot contents of Saphira's bladder empty into his muzzle and dribble out down his chin and body. The scent was intoxicating, leaving him smelling richly of feminine urine, a scent that he so rarely gained access to in all of it's glory and yet here was a dragoness with a full bladder who was willing to simply let it drain over him. He shuddered involuntarily at the thought.
Saphira couldn't explain her feelings any more; she had a mix of arousal and relief and her already tingling slit was now being teased further by her own urine. It was a sensation that she had never felt before and it acted like a constant stimulation of her nethers, leaving her gasping out of pleasure. She felt somewhat sorry for the dragon behind her, knowing that he was going to soaked by the time her bladder finally emptied and that he would require a long bath before the smell finally left his scales.
Halatir caught as much as he could, happily acting as her toilet like he had always dreamed of; so few dragoness' were willing though. Now it seemed that he had at least partly found what he was seeking, giving himself a belly full of urine as her hot flow continued to shower him and mark him. He even began to play with her as she relieved herself by pressing his fingers inside of her while she pissed, slipping them deep into her cunny and pumping them slowly.
It took around a minute for that powerful bladder to finally slow it's assault of urine on Halatir's face and muzzle. His mane was dripping wet and slightly yellow, his scales were soaked with her pungent urine and his muzzle tasted only of the bitter waste of which he had drunk many mouthfuls.
She stared at him, half torn between laughter and embarrassment and before she could even start to speak he had grabbed her sides and pushed her onto her back. Distracted by the suddenly spinning world, Saphira didn't notice what was happening until she felt something hard and warm push against her slit and saw the male dragon grinning down at her.
"You're not the only one who has to relieve themselves" He said slyly and began to treat her to the same 'shower' that he had received.
With his flared ink tip held against her smooth pink folds, he released his bladder's contents; a golden torrent that fired directly dragoness' clitoris making her toe claws curl in overwhelming ecstasy. Any nervousness or distaste that she had previously was removed from her mind as she felt the stream spraying against her cunny, sending shivers racking through her body and making her croon in pleasure. Without embarrassment Halatir watched the yellow piss splash back from her pink entrance, dribbling down the contorts of her folds and onto her striking blue scales: a picture he would never forget. He didn't give her a moment's rest though, making sure to target his stream from bottom to top, pausing at her clitoris once more to watch her face contort cutely as she fought her orgasm back.
He leant back and began to aim his urine higher up her body, the yellow arc steaming in the cool evening air before landing on the dragoness' chest. Saphira opened her eyes and watched as the flow travelled from the tip of his impressive erection and travelled towards her, small droplets scattering off of the side of the main stream, before landing in a pool on her azure chest and running down her sides and neck to the ground. She couldn't help but adore the beauty that came from the act and neither could she deny that the warmth and the distinctly briny smell were pleasant to her.
In one fluid movement she lowered her head, allowing her muzzle to be showered and Halatir made sure that he covered every single scale on her face with his musky urine. She felt her cunny becoming wetter and wetter, this time without the assistance of the male's bladder; the taboo of what she was doing was even stronger than her initial idea of a fling with a wild male. Every time she thought about what she was doing she felt a bolt of electricity travel to her loins, making her wince in delight.
Halatir watched her intently, grinning at the faces she pulled because he knew that she was becoming hooked just like him. As his stream neared it's end, he aimed at her lips and looked into her eyes, giving her a grin that she could never refuse. With an unsteady, nervous movement she opened her mouth and caught the last of his piss, the male taking care to shuffle closer and relieve every morsel into her mouth. He finished with his tip against the soft blue lips of her upturned head where he shook the last few drops from his pink shaft, gently slapping it against her chin to free them. Then, when there was none left, she swallowed the mouthful of salty waste, keeping her mouth open so he could watch it drain.
She had never felt so exhilarated as when she swallowed that mouthful for him; the flavour wasn't even very strong but the knowledge of the filthy act she had done, something that she knew would be frowned upon, but she adored it and that made it all the better to experience it. That salty, slightly bitter liquid tasted little different from warm seawater but, to her it was ambrosia.
Halatir flashed her yet another playful grin, his tail flicking back and forth excitedly. "You're enjoying yourself almost more than I am; it's rare to find someone so willing to enjoy that with."
"Well you didn't exactly give me a choice," she reminded him, licking at her lips slowly, teasing him as she lapped up a few golden droplets that remained, "And I'm glad that you didn't~" He gave her a soft nuzzle to her cheek but in return, he felt his feet rolling from under him and, as fast as he had done to her, she was stood over him.
He stared blankly at her almost maniacal grin. "I've got more to release than just that, Halatir." The implications were lost on the male for a few moments but, as she began to turn around, he realised her intent and blushed profusely. He hadn't even planned on trying this with another dragon before now, almost sure that he would be rejected if he had mentioned it; but now it seemed that Saphira had developed her own lust and she wasn't going to be denied it.
He watched as her beautiful blue rump turned to face him and lowered slowly over his chest, her tail curling upwards gracefully as she presented herself in a slow pleasing manner that ensured his full attention. He couldn't resist the sight of her and, as she squatted, he began to run his paws over her firm backside, massaging her perk curves with his gentle paws. Although she was becoming increasingly desperate, Saphira composed herself making sure to slow her movements and tease her male into a frenzy. She wasn't sure whether he'd like what she was about to do, but all the signs so far proved that he would and, if she aroused him enough, she was sure that he'd at least try it.
She knew that -she'd- love it though; from the moment that she had relieved her bladder over him she had felt the pressure in her rump adding to her total arousal and now she wanted nothing more than to release it here. Her sapphire paws slowly traced small circles on his belly, watching as he flexed his stomach involuntarily at her touches. She was ready.
Saphira's tail twitched slightly in the air and lifted a little at it's base, her stance widened and she wriggled her claws in preparation. Halatir's eyes went wide and he lowered his head inquisitively to see under her tail and watch her pretty pink pucker as it flexed and quivered. The realisation of what he was doing hit him in full force but there was no stopping Saphira now, she was much too involved to stop and he quickly realised that didn't want to stop her. She leant herself back a little so that he had a good view of her underside and then began to push.
Halatir noticed that her face was beautiful even in such a private act; her muzzle remained graceful and her cheeks didn't screw up uncomfortably; nor did she grunt or pant, but instead she simply let her body act at it's own pace. It was as though she was perfectly happy in this state and was in no rush to finish. Every few seconds her tailhole opened, revealing a dark pink interior that Halatir could hardly make out, but it would shut quickly afterwards to the male's distress. But finally, after a minute or so of teasing, Saphira finally took mercy on her worked-up male and gave him her prize.
This time when the pucker opened up, the tip of a light brown log began to poke out from it, the smell quickly reaching the male's nose and stirring a low rumble from his chest. He watched as it slid agonisingly slowly from her tailhole, his eyes never leaving it as the long slab of dung began to form in front of his eyes. It had a beautiful golden-brown colour and a healthy pungent smell to accompany it and, much like the urine had, it steamed in front of him enticingly.
He leant a little closer and his lip quivered a little, his eyes starting to draw little details such as the imperfect shape it had, it's ridged edges and tapered point. His cock throbbed simply looking at it while it hung there like a forbidden fruit just in front of him. The smell too was much stronger this close and it grabbed his mind and made him long for eternity to pass just like this, with the rich, earthy aroma that came from it wafting up his nose, a spicy flare accompanying it. It was perfect to the finest detail.
After a few inches, it began to curl back underneath her in a slow graceful arch and then, inevitably, it broke off and landed in the middle of his chest with a dull thud. It was fairly long; longer than he'd first thought as he looked down over it's crescent shape, admiring the size of the fresh stool. It's softer end had left a smear on his white underside but he didn't mind at all. His eyes had locked back onto her rear and he had watched as her tailhole once again clamped shut only to spring open once again as another, much softer looking log began to slide out.
This one formed much faster than the last and, as it reached around the same length as the first, it too began to fall. The sinews at it's end stretched and broke apart from the rest of the mass that remained inside of her tailhole. He watched it slap down next to the other log on his chest, sticking to him almost instantly as it's texture moulded with the impact and almost certainly left another long mark down his chest.
While he watched it settle, a stream of almost continuous logs began to drop, smaller than the first few but forming much faster as the increasingly softening waste began to fall without resistance. Halatir's eyes remained at the forming pile now, seeing it grow into a small, brown, heated mountain on his torso, just inches from his muzzle. Each burst of soft dung became more and more pungent and, in turn, made him more and more aroused.
It was horrific for him to watch as her logs rapidly slowed and soon, she dropped nothing more onto him. She paused for a moment so that he could admire her blue rump which was now rather discoloured by her browned pucker, and then she stepped back and cheekily bumped her messy tailhole against his unaware muzzle. He was almost paralysed as she back against him and wiped herself against his nose, leaving him with a very noticeable brown streak from his top lip to the tip of his nose and gave him a much more powerful smell of her waste.
Saphira turned to examine her pile and the muzzle of the other dragon, giving a grin that could only show her self-satisfaction. However it was not to last as Halatir, feeling playfully challenged by the smile, wrapped his paws around her back and pulled her down on top of him. Her chest pressed against his, squashing the pile of hot dung between them both audibly until their scales brushed against one another.
She gasped loudly as she stumbled onto the pile, grimacing a little at first but then breaking out into a soft chuckle, lifting herself to examine the muddy brown paste that was now covering both of their torsos. From this close she certainly realised how strong the smell actually was.
"Goodness! You've made a total mess of my scales, Halatir." She joked, giving his cheek a kind lick.
"-I- made the mess?!" He exclaimed, giving a sly lick at her receding tongue which succeeded in bringing a blush from her. "I think you owe me a little something back after that." Halatir crooned and he began to grind his pink cock against her opening, holding her on top of him so that he was in control.
Saphira let out a shocked yelp as his hot erection came into contact with her sensitive dripping sex, making it tingle irritatingly. She was already so aroused that she could almost feel herself tipping over the edge already, it was almost as though she was in heat. Still, it was Halatir who was in control as he had her sides gripped in his strong paws, holding her against his messy torso as he started to grind his tip against her folds.
Halatir felt much the same, he was already getting close but he was unwilling to stop and rest, lest he ruin the mood that had built up between them over the past few minutes. With his shaft aligned with her opening he began to gently force his tip inside of her, the spaded head flaring at the warm rhythmic squeezing of her tight opening. Together they let out a series of gasps and moans, exchanging a few nuzzles and kisses as Halatir's length began to sink further into his mate.
Saphira had never felt like this before; sure she'd experimented with her fingers and tail but neither compared to the feeling of a -real- cock. The heat that it gave off only made her more lusty and made her pulse race as it slid deeper still. It's thickness pressed roughly against her walls so that she could feel every single throb, every heartbeat, every spurt of pre that dribbled from the flared head of his dragonhood. She panted and clawed lightly at his chest, the potent scent of lust and pheromones began to mix with those of the warm scat that stained their chests, creating an intoxicating cocktail that drove her almost feral.
She began to rock back against his thrusts, clenching against him every few seconds as instinct drove her to milk her male for all that he could give. The effect was obvious as Halatir lay his head back on the ground and shut his eyes, struggling to keep himself from finishing straight away. His effort was valiant and he managed to buy a few more seconds with which Saphira, driven to the very edge by her first mating, slammed herself back down on his length, enveloping almost all of his sizeable length.
The suddenness of this was too much and Halatir roared his orgasm to the surrounding forest. He clenched his jaw and gripped Saphira's back with his front paws, pinning her down against his messy chest as his cock twitched and began to fire streaks of sticky white cum inside of her. Feeling it spray into her was just enough to send the azure dragoness over the edge with him. She shivered on top of him as her sex began to convulse around Halatir's cock and dribble her warm female juices down onto his crotch. Both were in ecstasy as they felt the other finish and it only helped in prolonging the unbeatable feeling.
For a few seconds both of them remained motionless as they rode out their orgasms, the sound of panting was the only noise that filled the air besides the occasional burst of song from a forest bird. Exhausted from the efforts, Saphira rolled over onto her back next to Halatir and shut her eyes for a minute while she rested.
"That was wonderful, Halatir." she crooned quietly.
She heard the male next to her moving but dismissed it; he was probably just getting comfortable. It was only when she sensed him no longer next to her that she opened her eyes. She had been correct.
Halatir was no longer next to her, instead he was squatting above her, grinning down at her evilly as he took a low squat over her belly. She didn't even have a chance to respond as he began to grunt and his tail lifted in front of her. She watched his puckered tailhole begin to spread and the pink ring began to give way to a much darker brown.
The male made no attempt to slow the process as he casually let his soft load drop onto Saphira's belly as though the dragoness was not there. Each log hit with a satisfying wet slap as it struck her hide and formed a roughly pyramidal pile of healthy dung. He sighed a little as it passed from him and felt himself grow steadily lighter; he'd been holding it in for much too long now. Looking down through his legs at where the fresh pile lay, Halatir had to admit that Saphira looked even better with steaming droppings on her slender belly and a thick cloying mass of her own dung on her usually blue chest. He continued looking over her until he noticed that she was staring back at him, an amused smile on her face, and he couldn't help but grin back at her innocently. There was no doubt that he was falling for her.
Saphira had been so eager to relieve herself playfully upon Halatir that she'd had no thoughts as to what it would be like on the receiving end. But there was something satisfying about having her partner relaxed enough to behave like this around her, to see him in such a private and usually embarrassing act; and there was something that stirred inside of her each time she felt a hot fresh log drop onto her scales and warm her. Everything about it seemed to entice her and, what was once a menial and private act, was now bringing her closer to this strange and wonderful male.
Halatir noticed that his waste was much softer than hers, a darker brown too. He could smell that it was more pungent as well, not that either of them minded at all. In fact, staring through his legs once again he could see his dragoness' nostrils flare as she grabbed at his scent hungrily, her neck craning forwards somewhat to try and get nearer to the source. Unfortunately, it didn't last long and, a few seconds later, the last soft log dropped from his tailhole and landed on the top of the pile which now stretched a good length across her belly.
Once he was done he took a step or two back so that he stood directly over her, shedding some sunlight on the pile so he could admire it fully. She took no notice of it and just smirked at him, her tail flicking back and forth slowly as she looked up between his legs at his still-prominent erection.
"Okay. I deserved that~" she chirped, rubbing one of her forepaws against the back of his nearest foreleg.
"Yes you did! And you deserve this too!" Halatir called back playfully.
His azure paw hung over his dung for a brief moment as he considered the extent of his plan. Quickly, however, he shrugged off any thought for it and simply went with whatever he currently felt like doing. He brought his foot down gently, a soft squelching noise following as it sunk into the sticky coil on her belly, smearing it against her bright blue hide unforgivably. He began to grind the messy paste around her scales to the sound of her surprised gasps and indeterminable curses, a grin escaping him as he began to slip his paw lower down her body to the untouched scales around her crotch. Without consideration he rubbed the steaming waste into her beautiful scales and continued to coat her until eventually he rubbed over the top of her clitoris and into her pink folds.
The pink sensitive flesh quickly stained a dirty brown as Halatir's finger wriggled back and forth and massaged more of his warm waste onto her. She was speechless. The act had completely surprised her and the pleasure that came from it was so paralysing that, for the first few moments, she couldn't move against him; and Halatir capitalised on that. His paw began to rub slow circular strokes around her cunny to ensure that she was as messy as she could be, a few satisfied chuckles escaping him as he worked to hide any hint of pink still there.
Saphira though, was not to be beaten. She scraped some of the still-warm dung off of her chest and reached up with both paws to wrap them around her male's exposed length. With a playful rebellion in her actions she began to stroke his length back and forth over and over to cover it with her own mess. Neither of them would relent at first as the two blue dragons slowly turned slowly closer to brown dragons.
They both adored the sensations and it quickly changed from a battle to a sensual act. Saphira stopped smearing Halatir's impressive cock with her dung and instead started to paw her male slowly using the lukewarm manure as a messy but enjoyable lube; and Halatir stopped aiming to cover her sex with his waste but began to pump his fingers slowly in and out of her to tease his mate as much as he could.
Soon though, most of the dung had been spread and Halatir knew that it would ruin the fun if it were to dry out and begin to chafe.
"Alright, alright," he said, calling a halt on her actions as he stopped his own, "I think we've both made our point. But I think it's about time we cleaned up."
"Well, I suppose you're right," Saphira sighed a little, she hadn't wanted it to end, "I saw a small lake nearby, we can clean up there." Halatir just smirked.
"Oh, I have no intention of going to a lake." He rumbled.
The blue and white male lowered himself next to her and leant his head over her messy slit. He pressed his warm lips against her pink opening and began to gently suckle against it, his thick tongue making slow laps from top to bottom over her exposed cunny. The sweet feminine nectar now had a bitter twist to it, he noticed, as his pink tongue cleaned her insides from the soft dung that stuck to it. He couldn't help but let out a low rumble of pleasure as he tasted her arousal mixing with his fresh waste and he couldn't help but tease her as he felt her shake underneath him, his tongue prodding deeper with each passing second.
Saphira's claws were digging deep grooves into the ground as she tried to hold some composure; what she needed was something to occupy her mind. She nuzzled roughly at his hind leg and, taking the hint, he lifted it up and out of the way for her so that she could slip underneath him and lock her lips to his dirty cock. She had already tried so many new, exotic things today that tasting her own dung didn't even worry her any more. Instead, she eagerly wrapped her muzzle around his pink throbbing shaft and began to drag her agile tongue over it's girth to wipe the dung clean from it. As the dung fell into the back of her mouth, she swallowed it down, getting a sick thrill from the knowledge of what was now resting in her belly.
Both of them were at the edge of their stamina already; the aromas in the air, the new exciting tastes and the powerful sense of being at ease sexually all added up together and left them both about to blow. Saphira bobbed her head faster and faster, her inexperienced body simply resorting to a reasonable guess at what might be most effective and so she squeezed her lips a little tighter and suckled harder. Halatir however had some experience and he concentrated his efforts at the top of her opening, his tongue assaulting her clitoris, pressing against it roughly as he suckled on the pink bud. Both of them stiffened.
Saphira locked her lips tightly just behind the flared head of Halatir's cock as she felt her opening quake and contract and force thin juices to flow over Halatir's lips and muzzle. Halatir pressed his lips to her entrance, letting the warm slick juices flood into his swallowing mouth and cover his tongue as he tipped over the edge. His cock twitched twice, giving nothing at first but the erupting powerfully on the second go, spraying hot strings of cum into the back of Saphira's throat. She was forced to swallow but not before it mixed with the scat in her mouth and formed a cocktail so rich that she moaned at it's taste. She didn't want to swallow but as the next wave of seed flooded into her mouth and overflowed down her chin, she realised that she had to.
There were a few seconds that passed like hours as they felt each other's bodies flex and convulse slightly during orgasm. The tastes and smell all built up around them and only helped to intensify their orgasm. For those 'hours' Saphira was sure that she didn't even breathe, her lips locked around the tip of his cock and her throat too occupied with swallowing the enormous load of seed that her mate gave her. She wasn't entirely successful as streaks of pearly white still dribbled down her chin but she was happy. Finally happy.
As they both came down from their high, they began to settle, pulling their lips from each other's organs and trying to catch their breath. Slowly, Halatir lifted himself and turned to face Saphira once more, a smile on his muzzle as he rested his nose against hers. They stared into each other's eyes and slowly brought their lips together, mixing and sharing everything they had tasted in the last few minutes as their tongues gently wrestled each other.
After a few minutes of this silent bliss, they drew apart.
"Same time next week?" Halatir asked playfully.
"What about if you came and stayed with me?" She pleaded more than asked.
Halatir rested his head back on the grass and chuckled quietly to himself. He knew that there was no way that he wasn't going with her.