Learning to Fly
#6 of The Perfect Harmony
Hello again! I've decided to follow up the longest chapter so far with the shortest. It's not like I'm getting lazy, it's just that this chapter needed to be short. Enjoy the Yiff session, and brace yourself for chapter VII...This is where things get interesting! :D
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The Perfect Harmony Chapter VI: Learning to Fly
The next morning, I woke up rather violently. The vision of those crystal blue eyes burned on the inside of my eyelids. Eddy was already awake and dressed...I guess I had overslept.
"Good morning Frankenstein." He said jokingly. I giggled a bit and went to get out of bed.
"Wait! Don't move! I'm gonna go grab some breakfast, and then afterward, we can have a little....you know!" I giggled once more, blushing like a little girl. He disappeared out the front door, and I sat there. I turned the TV on and watched my favorite show: Family Guy. I was surprised that it was on in the morning. I sat in complete silence except for the TV and my occasional snigger at the witty comments, when there came a knock at the door.
"It's open." I said dismissively, I don't know why Eddy was even bothering. However, it wasn't Eddy that entered the room. The haunting crystal blue eyes entered, followed by the rest of Drake's body. I sat up immediately, caught off guard, and confused.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were Ed" But before I could finish, Drake cut me off. He wordlessly smiled, and crossed over to me. As he drew closer, I could see the bulge in his pants. I held my breath. I knew what I wanted to have happen...but I wasn't sure it was the best thing TO happen. Drake stood next to the bed, his delicious bulge mere inches from my face. I wasn't sure if he was trying to initiate anything, but I took the chance and unbuttoned his jeans. He seemed to purr as I rubbed his cock through his boxers.
"Mmmmm...I'm glad I came over..." He whispered as I pulled down his boxers, revealing his beautiful, glistening dragon cock. I hardly took the time to admire it, though, as it was instantly in my mouth. I buried Drake's hard cock all the way up to the sheath in my throat, managing to do so without the gag reflex in place. I sucked on it and worked my tongue over the head, enjoying his scent and the taste. Every once in a while, his cock would spurt precum, which I happily lapped up. I was like a kid in a candy store, completely content and occupied. As I worked on his cock, I felt the covers slip off of my body, and my hard cock being grabbed by Drake's smooth hands. He rubbed my cock for a while, but later he hopped on the bed with me, in the 69 position, and sucked my cock into his mouth. We sucked each other off nice and slow for a while...occasionally one of us would slip a finger into the other's puckered tailhole, or even sneak a tongue in there. After what seemed like hours, Drake got up, and we kissed, nice, slow, and passionate as hell. Our kiss started on the bed, but later we were on the floor, at which point I had stripped all of Drake's clothing off, then we were in the leather office chair provided by the hotel, then the couch, and finally, the floor in front of the open window. We stood up, leaning on the window sill, still sucking face. I ripped off the cord tying my wings back, and noticed that Drake's wings were tied back as well. I helped him take his cord off too, and we embraced each other even more. I was surprised one of us hadn't needed to come up for air yet.
I eyeballed the window. It was open all the way, and only the screen was between us and Manhattan airspace. I remembered what my parents had always told me:
"You'll never be able to use those for anything other than attracting attention" I had always been upset that I couldn't actually fly like actual dragons, but then again, I had never tried. Now was the time to try. I spun Drake around, and my cock instantly found his waiting tailhole. His face was inches away from the screen, looking down on the busy street below. I could see faces of other people in windows on buildings across from ours. There was something that turned me on even more about being able to be seen by others. I smiled and waved as my cock pounded in and out of Drake's tight ass.
"Do you trust me?" I whispered in Drake's ear. He leaned backward and kissed me.
"Of course I do."
That was my cue. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and prepared myself, as this would probably hurt a little. I buried my cock deep in Drake's ass, so it wouldn't fall out, and lifted him off of his feet, utilizing the muscles that I was naturally gifted with. I took careful aim, and charged both of us directly at the window screen, jumping to clear the sill. We crashed through the screen, blowing it out of the wall, and plummeted towards the street below.
Instinct took over from there. Though I had never used my wings before, they knew to stretch out to catch the oncoming air, and just like that, Drake and I were airborne...sort of. Initially, our flying was quite awkward, as I was trying to position myself over Drake and fly at the same time, but pretty soon, we both got the hang of it and managed to get our wings to beat in synch. We soared over busy streets, like some kind of superheroes that you see in comic books. I needed only think about increasing altitude, and my body knew what to do. Drake and I angled our wings so that the hot air emanating from the Earth would propel us upward. It felt like being on a roller coaster, with the wind whipping our faces. We cleared the Empire State Building, and from there, it was a state of bliss. We were actually flying above Manhattan Island, my cock still buried in Drake's tailhole. I took in the view, and moved my hips in and out. It felt very awkward to be fucking Drake thousands of feet off the ground, but that added to the libido on both sides. After about an hour of me trying awkwardly to find a position that worked for us both, I finally managed to find it. I would lie on my back, with Drake's back on my chest. From there, we could both flap our wings lazily, while I rocked my hips up and down, driving my cock into his luscious tailhole. I couldn't stand the idea of fucking and flying at the same time, and felt my orgasm coming. I sped up my pumping, and loaded Drake's ass with my seed, while my hand reached around his waist, pumping his cock as well.
My cum splashing against Drake's prostate seemed to get him going as well, as he was soon moaning and shooting his load all over his chest and my hand. The wind, however, picked up, and blew most of his seed elsewhere. I felt sorry for the poor citizen who would get dragon cum splashed on his face from walking at the wrong place at the wrong time...or the right place at the right time...depending on how you looked at it. I leaned my head backwards and enjoyed the scene upside-down. I was in heaven...there was no explanation for it. However, when I tilted my head back upwards to kiss Drake again, it wasn't Drake that was there.
I awoke with a start from the most wonderful dream of my life. I was greatly disappointed to find that I was still in the hotel room. Eddy continued to snore next to me, and the window screen was still in place. My boxers and the sheets on my side of the bed were absolutely filthy. The ejaculation that had occurred in my sleep had shot clean through my boxers, getting my draconic cum everywhere. I slipped out of the bed, and into the shower, where I soaked away all of the signs of my shame.
"You're loyal to Eddy" I thought.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't rid my mind of the accursed blue eyes. The eyes that were quickly becoming the source of my pleasure, and my pain. My joy and my discontent. My pleasure and my torture. All in all...it was just another movement of the perfect harmony.