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Under African Skies (Cheetah-Hunt)

A lustful grumble could be heard in the early morning hours as the stars over the African skies slowly faded.

For the dragon it was the state he enjoyed most: not yet fully awake, not quite sleeping, leaving his whole body very sensitive to touch.

This morning the feel of the smooth, skilled tongue was particularly intense as it buried inside him. The familiar scent of his lover, a graceful gazelle, seemed to be amazingly powerful after a long night of restful sleep and the dragon flared his nostrils to catch as much of the arousing smell as he could.

The tongue fathomed every hidden corner deep inside the dragon's anus, exploring him and making the dragon shiver in deep lust, slowly waking him up. Of course, his impressive dragonhood was already fully visible, protruding out from between the dragon's muscular hind legs.

The weight of the gazelle's head on the scaled belly slightly shifted as he slowly withdrew his slippery tongue, wrapping it around the proudly erected cock moments later.

"That's so wonderful", hissed the dragon as he leaned forward to caress the gazelle's face.

Over the past ten years, the gazelle had learned to please the dragonmaster properly. This included being able to take the whole dragonmember into his muzzle, among other things.

The dragon's breathing soon became rapid and short. The sensation of the warm, wet mouth around his cock, the bobbing head and the velvet tongue caressing him brought him very close to his climax instantly. He was not able to hold himself back any longer, and roared in release as he ejaculated load after load of his sticky semen inside the gazelle's muzzle.

Literally milking the dragoncock with the tongue, the gazelle gulped down everything that came out, making sure not to spoil even one drop of the dragon's precious gift of love. Eventually, the cock slipped out of the soft maw and got licked perfectly clean.

In this moment the dragon sighed deeply, knowing far too well that this would be the last time this gazelle would bring him such a wonderful release. The last time he would feed his semen to that so skilled lover.

He viewed the gazelle over, taken aback by the animal's grace and beauty, as he so often was. Their gazes met and those brown eyes, full of sorrow and longing, pierced deep into his heart.

"You know", he whispered, "if you want to stay, you..."

"You know, I can not", was the firm reply. Nevertheless. the gazelle's voice was shaky. "We both know it. It is written in the stars."

"Damn the stars", rumbled the dragon. "I love you, you love me; so why shouldn't you stay?"

"Because I grow old and weak and will die, leaving you behind", the gazelle said simply.

"When I came to you, I was afraid of you. But, you soon became my teacher... my friend... my lover. But we both knew from the very beginning that it could only last for a decade."

The dragon brought his muzzle close to the gazelle's face and gently licked across the velvet muzzletip, tasting a bit of himself. Then he sniffed the gazelle all over, savouring the smell, the smell which has become so familiar and comforting to him after all those years.

"I will never forget you, my friend", he said as he watched the gazelle leaving into the African morning, "and you are under my protection until the end of your days!"

He still stood and stared into the distance until the gazelle was long gone. He felt empty. He felt lonely. But it was not new to him, every ten years he had to say Goodbye, every ten years there was a new beginning. It always was that way; it always will be that way. It was a timeless law. And timeless is the dragon.

The dragon ever was and always will be. He was as old as the stars, as old as this land and as old as this world. He never was a hatchling, he will never die - he simply exists. Just as the loneliness that comes after every decade, until he found another companion. That was the way of the world. Since the dragon never dies there was no other dragon in this part of the world. He didn't know if there were other dragons, somewhere in the world, but it didn't matter as he was bound to this land. But ancient Gods - were they Gods after all? - had mercy and so he was allowed to have companions for each decade. Sometimes those companions he chose by himself, sometimes they were brought to him as sacrifice (particularly the humans tended to sacrifice someone) and sometimes they came by themselves simply because they decided to devote their lives to the dragon. But after one full decade every companion had to leave again... For the animals he was simply the dragon, the true ruler of all creatures. Only the humans, who tend to name everything in this world, call him Mokole Mbembe.

The rising sun warmed his grey-green scales as he slowly turned towards the waterhole.

Now he was alone again and he wondered who his next companion would be. Mostly his companions were animals, hyenas, lions, the last ten years the gazelle; once or twice even humans, but he preferred the company of animals. Well, not all animals. Apes he found disgusting and would never have accepted any ape for a companion. That's why he wasn't into humans either; after all, humans were simply naked apes...

For him it wasn't important if his company was female or male, since of course he would never be able to reproduce.

He waded into the brackish water until his whole body was engulfed by the not-so-refreshing liquid. As numerous animals like zebras or elephants would soon arrive for their daily drink and bath, he didn't intend to stay here for long - no one ever should witness the daily miracle.

It's another enigma of Mokole Mbembe's existence: Every time the dragon has finished his bath and stepped out of the waterhole, the water is fresh and clean again like fountain water from high in the mountains. Even rivers which had been polluted by humans' poisonous stupidity became pure again when Mokole Mbembe bathed in it.

Without looking back, he left this place, preparing himself for the hunt. It was strange to go out for hunt, again having to feed only one hungry maw. Of course Mokole Mbembe took care of his companions; sometimes for him it was quite difficult to bring back the proper food. Sometimes there was also a moral conflict, due to his prey and his current companion--how to enjoy a tasty gazelle without any hint of guilt while having a gazelle as your companion...

He spread his wings and leapt into the air. He was really hungry now and hoped for a wildebeest at least.

*****

The hunt was very successful. Avariciously he tore large pieces from the carcass and swallowed them nearly without chewing.

Of course there were those scavengers out there watching him enviously... but no vulture, no hyena nor any other creature would have dared to claim the dragon's prey.

There actually wasn't any real need for Mokole Mbembe to devour his breakfast in such a barbarian style; he had all the time of the world, after all. But he didn't mind his manners when he was alone, and so both blood and dirt stained his muzzle and his paws, with their razor-sharp talons lurking within.

Suddenly he felt a bolting pain in his head and he knew instantly that there was something wrong with his latest companion.

Having been Mokole Mbembe's companion for the past decade, the gazelle was still under the dragon's protection, which was another of those mysteries concerning these companionships; the moment Mokole Mbembe chooses his companion, he establishes a lifelong mental connection with each chosen one. A visible sign of that connection is a scar-like mark that everyone can see; no predator would ever dare to hunt down such a marked animal. Of course, from time to time some individuals were stupid enough to ignore the mark, but they all paid for those sacrileges with their puny lives.

Mokole Mbembe took no time to clean himself and leapt into the air. Flapping his enormous wings he propelled himself higher and higher and watched out for his former companion. He knew the right direction immediately and he only hoped that he would not be too late. It was obvious that the gazelle was either trapped somewhere or hunted by a leopard or lion foolish enough to ignore the mark. Already as cubs or whelps all predators learned the meaning of those marks; the knowledge is passed from generation to generation. So there was no excuse at all for ignoring the mark.

"A cheetah", growled Mokole Mbembe as he discovered his former companion beneath him, shrouded by a cloud of dust. Already the cheetah was leaping for the final stroke...

With a deafening roar Mokole Mbembe plunged down from the sky.

In a blur of tooth and claws, scales and fur, hunter and dragon fought fiercely--although the cheetah was no match at all for the dragon.

The gazelle stood frozen by terror and exhaustion.

"How dare you, cheetah?" snarled Mokole Mbembe, "this gazelle is marked by my sign. He is under my protection and no one must ever harm it. You know the consequences."

Before the feline was able to react, Mokole Mbembe got back on his feet, pinning the cheetah to the ground with one of his strong forelegs.

Though overwhelmed by the dragon, rage burnt in the feline's eyes as he glared at his captor, who loomed above him.

"My belly is empty. I don't care for any marks when I am starving, I just care for my survival", the cheetah snarled.

"Really, now!" Mokole Mbembe snarled back, his hot breath washing over the cheetah's face.

"Well, as it seems, this gazelle hasn't guaranteed your life. Everyone knows the price for ignoring that mark." Mokole Mbembe waved a clawed paw at the gazelle before he addressed his former companion, "You are safe now. Live long and prosper, my dear friend."

He then brought his attention back towards the squirming cheetah beneath him. To further establish his dominance over the cheetah, he stepped onto the feline's abdomen with his hindpaw.

"Where was I?" Mokole Mbembe mumbled. "Ah, yes, talking about punishment. Well, as I said, for you, there will be a price to pay."

The cheetah moaned in agony as the paw and its sharp clawtips dug through his soft bellyfur.

"Did you say something?"

"Damn dragon... I...I..."

"Yes?" Mokole Mbembe moved his paw a few inches further towards the cheetah's crotch.

"You will die soon", the dragon rumbled. "It depends, however, on yourself, how painful it will be for you. You are a far too handsome kitty to be wasted on simply killing."

The cheetah's eyes snapped wide open in terror: "What...what do you mean... please..."

"Is it really so difficult for you to understand? Your life is no longer yours now and only I decide how and when you will die today. So, be a good kitty and please me properly, and then perhaps I will show you some mercy."

"I'll die in agony and pain before I comply a dragon, may it be a sort of divinity or not. I will..."

"Only shut up!" With a swift movement Mokole Mbembe brought his hindpaw onto the cheetah's face, smothering his captive.

"Smell my feet, kitty."

He began rubbing his dirty paw all over his victim's face.

"This is the first lesson I am going to teach you today, kitty."

Beneath him, the cheetah was helplessly whimpering and squirming under the dragon's foot. The smell of dried blood, dust and death was overwhelming. After rubbing his paw in the cheetah's face for a few minutes, he withdrew it, only to step down with the other foot. Then he changed again, applying some pressure. Not enough to hurt the feline, but enough to make the cheetah whimper and squirm.

Suddenly Mokole Mbembe's nostrils flared as the distinctive smell of arousal reached them. But it wasn't the dragon's musky scent which filled the air... rather, a strong feline odour.

"You seem to enjoy my feet, kitty", rumbled the dragon as he kept rubbing his feet against the cheetah's face. Without any warning he stepped down harder, causing his victim to cry in pain.

To the cheetah's horror and shame this pain made way for a feeling of a strange pleasure, and the feline's member started to harden.

The cheetah moaned and wriggled desperately under those feet, barely able to breathe.

"Still sure you don't want it make it easier for yourself? Obviously you like to be beneath someone who's larger and stronger than you."

The dragon lifted a paw a little bit for giving the cheetah a chance to answer.

"Never. I will never..."

"Oh, come on", the dragon interrupted, "you feel humiliated because you are a proud hunter, and you have become the hunted. But the worst part for you is the fact that you enjoy this humiliation. You enjoy being at my mercy, don't you?"

Mokole Mbembe pushed his foot firmly back into the cheetah's face, causing him to whimper in pain and obvious arousal.

"I know you better than you know yourself, kitty", the dragon said calmly, lifting his foot again.

"And now, kiss it."

"Please, I beg you, don't humiliate me further", the spotted cat whimpered.

"Shut up and kiss my feet", the dragon repeated the command, wiggling his talons in the cheetah's face.

The cheetah did as he was said and placed an elusive kiss on the bottom of the foot.

"Well, that's barely a kiss", Mokole Mbembe complained, "Let's try it again."

The dragon offered the other foot, and this time the kiss felt far more intense.

"Yes", rumbled the dragon. "Now you start to understand. And now, lick. You interrupted my meal and I was not able to clean myself after my feast. So, it is only fair if you do this little favour for me."

For emphasizing his words, Mokole Mbembe applied again some pressure on the cheetah's face. But it wasn't necessary any more, as the spotted cat was beyond the point of resisting.

"How much more humiliating could it become?" mumbled under his breath before tentatively licking at the dirty bottom of the dragon's foot that was presented to his face. Mokole Mbembe lifted it slightly to give the cheetah better access to the sensitive pad. The cat's cheeks burned with shameful desire and he carefully licked off the dried blood, dust and dirt.

"Yes, that's good, my little kitty. Oh, and don't forget the talons of course. Lick them shiny black, I want them to gleam under the sun."

The cheetah's ears flattened with humiliation, but he kept licking, causing the dragon to rumble in pleasure. The intensity of the licking increased as the cat took care of the other foot, as did the whimpering and moaning.

It wasn't the pain anymore, as Mokole Mbembe wasn't touching the cheetah with his paws at all at that moment. Rather, it was a growing pleasure to serve the dragon in this intimate manner. The pointed shape of a barbed feline cock was clearly visible.

The dragon sniffed the air, taking in the smell of arousal and smiling to himself. Obviously this cheetah enjoyed licking... and of course, Mokole Mbembe had some more tasks in mind for the cat's rough tongue.

So far, this exercise was only for humiliating the cheetah. But now it was time to take care of the lusting dragon's real needs.

"Here, there are still some remains of the bowels of my prey."

The dragon pointed at a soiled spot between two talons. The cheetah sighed and wrinkled his nose, but nevertheless he pressed his tongue against the spot and carefully licked it clean.

When all four dragonpaws were taken care of, Mokole Mbembe rumbled gently, "Well, I think that should be enough. Well done, kitty."

The cheetah looked up at the dragon, his tail twitching a bit. Was it really a sort of smile to be seen on the dragon's muzzle?

Mistaking the gesture as a sort of praise and discharge, with a swift movement the cheetah tried to get back on his feet.

"I didn't say you could leave!" the dragon roared in a sudden outburst of rage. Mokole Mbembe's paw yanked the cheetah down again.

"Keep licking, kitty!"

"What?"

But instead of an answer, the dragon brought his muzzle down, levelling with the cheetah's face and locking eyes with the spotted cat.

"You will keep licking until I give you another order and you will lick everything that I tell you to lick. Is that understood?"

A fearful shiver ran though the cheetah's body. He was pinned down on his back by the dragon's powerful hold, unable to move a muscle. Suddenly, a piercing, burning pain passed through the cheetah's left buttock.

"I asked if that is understood!"

"Yes", the cheetah whimpered, expecting more pain. He yelped in surprise as the dragon's slick and somewhat raspy tongue licked his cheeks, caressing his jawline.

The cheetah didn't dare to move as the tongue wandered over his throat and down his furred chest and belly, towards his crotch. Mokole Mbembe gently exhaled his warm breath against the cheetah's still-aroused cock and flared his nostrils as he took in its musky scent.

The cat's heart raced. What did this dragon have in mind? Would there be another blow of agony? On the other hand, the feeling of the warm dragonbreath and the licking tongue was so intense and wonderful that at first he didn't notice the dragon moving forwards... until his nether regions were right above the cheetah's face, just inches away from the cat's nose.

The thick, musky dragonsmell brought the cheetah back to reality. The only thing he could sense was this dragon. The massive body above and all around him, the heat it emitted, the sound of the dragon's breath and above all its musky, male scent consumed him.

Mokole Mbembe stopped. Although he liked the thought that his victim seemed to enjoy these lessons so far, he wasn't inclined to do the feline any favours at the moment. On the contrary, he wanted the cheetah to do the pleasing, and there was one way of pleasing that he liked the most. If he intended to keep and to train this handsome, spotted cat as his new companion, this would be the most important lesson for the cat to learn.

He rumbled at that thought only now realising that he had unknowingly chosen his new companion.

He lowered his hips until he felt the cheetah's muzzletip touch his rear.

"Sniff it!" he growled. As nothing happened he repeated the command, pressing his rear against the cheetah's nose, forcing him to breathe in the sharp smell. The cat was torn between disgust and a strange sort of excitement. At least the dragon seemed to be an interesting creature. On the other hand, it was far more humiliating than licking the dragon's feet...

Carefully the cheetah took a whiff and moaned at the intensive scent.

Mokole Mbembe shivered in lust as he felt the warm breath wash over his awaiting opening.

"And now, kitty", he whispered, "lick it."

He heard a muffled answer and since he didn't feel a tongue against his anus, he took it for a "no". Which was, of course, the wrong answer and could not be tolerated.

"I said, lick me there, kitty."

He pressed himself further against the cheetah's muzzle so there was nothing left for the cat to breath but dragonsmell. At first, this was his only issue, but as his face was pressed harder and harder into the dragon's rear his supply of oxygen was cut off. Again the cheetah was squirming beneath the dragon, who seemed to enjoy it a great deal, rubbing his rear even further into the cheetah's face. Soon the cat's lungs began to burn for fresh air to breathe. With a paw he reached out, tapping the scaled inner thigh next to him.

Mokole Mbembe bent his head down to look at the cheetah, displaying a wide grin across his muzzle. "Enjoying yourself? At least your cock seems to get rock hard due to my dragonsmell."

He teasingly rubbed the cheetah's cock with a gentle paw but he did not allow his victim to get any fresh air.

"You know", he said in a casual tone, "the African air is so fresh during this hour of the day. Full of mother earth's beautiful smells. The smell of sand, the smell of prey, of dry grass and so on... Don't you miss it?"

He pushed down further, totally sealing the feline's maw and nose with his rear.

The cheetah's tapping became more intense and urgent.

"Well, it is so easy to breath in fresh air. All the kitty has to do is to be a good kitty and lick the dragon wherever it is ordered."

"Hmmpfff...hmmpfff" came the desperate reply.

"I am sorry, I don't speak kitty. I can't understand what you are telling me."

After what felt like hours for the cheetah, but was in reality only a few seconds for the dragon, Mokole Mbembe continued, "Oh, I've got an idea. If you accept my offer, then kiss my rear and tap my thigh three times. Understood?"

For the first few moments, nothing happened and the cheetah simply lied beneath the dragon. Then, the dragon felt some demanding tapping and a desperate attempt at a kiss. At this very moment the cheetah's cock spurted a jet of sticky semen even though no one had touched it.

Slowly the dragon lifted his rear just a little bit to let the cheetah breathe.

"You've had your fun, kitty. Now it is time for my turn. Lick me, as deep as you can."

After a few moments, the cheetah placed his paws on the dragon's hindquarters, pulling him closer to his face again. Using his talons, he spread Mokole Mbembe's anus wide open and stuck his tongue right into it, which was answered by an encouraging rumble.

The spotted cat continued to lick, obviously never having done this before, and he just tried different combinations of moves with his tongue in order to pleasure the dragon above him.

The cheetah gripped onto the hindquarters of the dragon more firmly, stuck his tongue out as long and straight as he could, and repeatedly buried his tongue deep inside the dragon.

After a while Mokole Mbembe's jaws parted, tongue lolling out of the side of his maw as he growled in pleasure. "Oohh... that feels so good!"

He already felt a familiar stirring in his sheath. His hardening member quickly emerged, throbbing excitedly.

Of course the cheetah noticed the dragon's growing arousal and his senses were filled by heavy dragonmusk. But as soon as he stopped his efforts, an angry growl brought him back to his task at hand. "I didn't say you could stop! Keep licking!"

The cheetah began again, flicking his tongue, sticking it in and out, and tracing circles around the larger male's daunting opening. The dragon became more and more aroused and pushed his rear back against the cat's tongue. Again, he forced his tongue as deep into the dragon as it would go, and felt the dragon tense up in response. He then withdrew his tongue and gave one long lick all the way from the bottom to the top of the dragon's ass. The dragon's whole body seemed to twitch and seize up in bliss, and the cheetah felt something warm and sticky drip onto his bellyfur.

Mokole Mbembe rumbled in pleasure, savouring the fantastic feeling of the rough cat tongue probing in and out of his anus. He rubbed the tip of his cock into the cheetah's bellyfur and slowly pulled his hips backward, dislodging the cheetah from his ass. He pushed his member down and pulled its entire length over the cheetah's head, leaving a thick streak of clear pre behind.

"Well, I think it is now time for the next lesson. You should get to know another one of my tastes."

The cheetah stared at Mokole Mbembe's dragonhood, which was now proudly erect and looming before his face. Its musky smell filled the air, and there was no doubt about what the dragon wanted from him.

So, when the dragon very assertively ordered for him to "Open!", the spotted cat quickly complied. The dragon shoved his cock right into the feline's gaping mouth, rumbling with satisfaction as the cheetah's jaws quite obviously overexpanded from trying to accommodate his meat. But the cheetah didn't dare to complain, since he had learned by now that any denial would not be tolerated by the mighty creature. Besides, if he gave the dragon's cock a good sucking, as humiliating as it was, the dragon might be pleased and let him go eventually.

Mokole Mbembe casually gripped the cheetah's head with both paws, as if he were about to rape his muzzle. However, the cat's eyes widened in alarm as he heard the dragon rumble to him: "You have done a wonderful job so far, and your efforts deserve to be rewarded. What greater reward is there than the gold of a dragon?"

"Mppff!" was all the cheetah was able to stumble, paralyzed in shock as he realized what those words meant. In that very moment he felt his mouth filling with a warm, very bitter and somewhat spicy liquid. He immediately tried to spit it out along with the cock, but the dragon gripped him strongly by the jaw and stared down at him.

"Don't you dare! I want you to taste all of me, as a lesson about hunting down things which are under my protection. So drink it, kitty!"

The way Mokole Mbembe gripped the cheetah's jaw was actually stopping him from spitting out the liquid dragongold or leaking member. Despite his struggling and retching, his maw filled quickly, and he was soon faced with the choice of either swallowing the disgusting liquid or allowing it to leak all over his face.

"If you spill one drop of my precious gold, if even the slightest amount is permitted to hit the ground, you'll wish you had never been born! Now swallow it!"

Seeing no other choice, the cheetah forced down as much of the liquid as he could, nearly gagging on it in the process. It tasted just as disgusting as he would have imagined. It was difficult to swallow around the large member in his mouth, and he had to fight his own body's desire to vomit.

This was definitely the ultimate humiliation, and the cat stared up in mere disbelief, his tail thrashing anxiously. He never would have thought that a dragon would go so far. Of course, there were rumours out there that dragons are very lascivious, demanding and even kinky creatures, but the cheetah had always imagined a dragon to be noble enough to respect other predators.

On the other hand, this dragon may have if it hadn't been that particular gazelle that he had hunted down. In deep submission and ruefulness he flattened his ears and did as he was told. It would taste nasty but it at least it certainly would not hurt or kill him.

Mokole Mbembe, by contrast, seemed very pleased, not only by the sudden devotion, but also by the simple relief.

"This is so relaxing..." the dragon commented, sighing with pleasure as the stream finally faded.

Satisfied, the dragon pulled his cock out and wiped it on the cheetah's face, looking down at him. He was more than surprised to notice the cat's own member being hard like a rock again.

"You are still enjoying it, aren't you, kitty? You may try to deny it but your boner is throbbing in need. You know you want it and I have found out that you want it. So be a good kitty and do what you are meant to do. Then I will let you go."

"How do I know that you will keep your promise?" the cheetah asked with a shaky voice. His cheeks flushed red hot underneath his fur in stinging shame. He hated the dragon, and much more, he hated himself and his own body for showing signs of arousal by being dominated and humiliated this way.

"It's a dragon's word", was the calm reply. "And not just any dragon's, that is. It is Mokole Mbembe who's word is given."

The cheetah brought his muzzle close to the dragon's crotch, almost worshipfully, inhaling the strong musk. Ears laid back, he shut his eyes - Mokole Mbembe wondered if it was in shame or simply for concentration - and began to tongue the offered member.

Greedily Mokole Mbembe pushed his cocktip against the rough tongue. The cheetah obediently lapped up and down the throbbing shaft, as well as caressing the moist cocktip. Moments later, he opened his maw after hearing a demanding rumble above him. Instantly the dragon shoved his large member into the warm, moist opening, forcing it wide open again. The cheetah grunted in his struggle to take the foreign breeding tool into his maw, but obviously the dragon wanted much more from the cat.

Mokole Mbembe purred in delight as he watched the first inches of his shaft pushing into the feline maw. "Enjoy it, kitty. It is said the first cock always tastes best. But don't you dare bite me, or you will suffer beyond your imagination!"

The cheetah choked unintentionally as he sucked on the dragon's swelling member.

"Use your tongue as well, kitty," Mokole Mbembe commanded, followed by a hiss of delight as the cheetah's rough tongue swirled around his shaft. "There you are, such a skilled kitty."

Mokole Mbembe waited until the cheetah had been able to adjust somewhat to his size. Then he rocked his hips in silent demand, holding the feline's head with his forepaws. More of Mokole Mbembe's large dragonhood stuffed the gaping maw as the dragon's paws angled the cheetah's neck to such a degree that the cocktip was pressing against the tightness of the back of his throat.

"Relax, my little friend," advised the dragon while mercilessly pushing deeper. Soon, he fell into a steady rhythm of mouthraping the cheetah. With each thrust, he slowly withdrew, only to force his dragonhood back into the maw with almost brutal lust.

Before long the dragon felt like some sort of liquid fire had built up deep inside his loins. The cheetah whimpered in pain as he felt the dragon's cock twitching deep in his throat. The cat's throat muscles still worked, simultaneously gagging and trying to swallow, which was arousing Mokole Mbembe to no end. Suddenly, Mokole Mbembe roared out in lust as his orgasm erupted, and took a half step backwards, pulling his spasming cock from the cheetah's throat and back into his maw.

A creamy, salty taste immediately filled the cheetah's mouth. The cock throbbed powerfully in his maw as it continued filling him with the dragon's seed.

But this was not the only climax to be had. The dragon's nostrils caught scent of the cheetah's semen as well, despite the fact that the cat's cock had never been touched by anyone.

Mokole Mbembe sighed with satisfaction and withdrew.

"Thanks, kitty. I hope you have learned your lessons. From what I could smell, at least you obviously enjoyed them. You can leave now."

"What? That's all? After all that humiliation you simply tell me to leave?"

"What else should I say?" the dragon wanted to know. "I promised you that I would let you go after the lessons. So, here you go. Unless, of course, you wish to become my new companion. Thinking about it, you would be handsome and skilled enough for such a position."

"I hate you, damn dragon", the cheetah snarled. "I hate you with every fibre of my heart, with every fibre of my muscles. I never will be anyone's companion and above all never yours!"

"Well, to hate someone, that's the best way to start a relationship with them", replied Mokole Mbembe. But the spotted cat had already left without another word or look.

*****

The stars over the African skies were beginning to fade as Mokole Mbembe was slowly woken up by a welcome yet definitely unexpected sensation. His nostrils caught a foreign but somehow familiar scent; however, he did not want to open his eyes yet.

For the dragon it was the state he enjoyed most: not yet fully awake, but also not quite sleeping, leaving his whole body sensitive to touch and scent.

This morning he felt a rough, skilled tongue inside of him. The tongue fathomed every hidden corner deep inside the dragon's anus, exploring him and making the dragon shiver in deep lust, slowly waking him up. Of course, the impressive dragonhood was already fully visible. Some weight shifted on the scaled belly as the tongue was pulled out slowly and almost instantly became wrapped around the proudly erected cock.

"That's so wonderful" hissed the dragon, who leaned forward and was not surprised to caress a cheetah's face. He opened his eyes and looked deep into a pair of amber eyes.

"Good morning. What about a breakfast for a hungry kitty? I would like to have some milk... perhaps some dragonmilk. I hope you will be able to procure it sufficiently during the next ten years."

Casually, the cheetah turned his head and started to lick a certain spot on the left buttock.

END.