Dragon's Love I
#1 of Dragon's Love
Dragon's Love, part the first, by Karai Crocuta
Warning! This piece contains wanton sexual acts between two males, one who is underage. If this is not your cup of tea, then I would suggest you instead read something else. The characters Kieran and Stormfire's Wing are copyright Karai Crocuta, and they have been mine for over six years now; I've only just recently begun to tell their story. So, if I haven't scared you off just yet, please do continue.
Far from the streets and edifices of any town--indeed, deep in the wilderness of the world they called home, there were places of great power and serenity. For millennia, each of these sacred locales had helped to spread and control the power within the crust of the lush, moisture-rich biosphere, insuring its fertility and growth. Though many of these ancient places of potence and reverence had been discovered and made into shrines, most remained hidden to all but those who wandered and sought shelter within their boundaries, sensing the invisible nodes of sentient energy which held the entire planet together.
Deep in a forest, in one of the most tropical and densely-wooded areas of the planet, a pair of figures lay, continuing to slumber regardless of the newly-rising sun's rays. From a distance, especially when looking down from above, one could easily mistake the two individuals for one, due to their proximity and the fact that one fairly dwarfed the other.
One would also wonder why anyone would stray hundreds of leagues away from even the most isolated village, where there was at least a semblance of technology and communication, not to mention convenience and, quite to the point, company.
Of course, if one knew a bit about the figures in question, there would be little else to question about the isolation of the place they chose to dwell. You see, one of them--specifically the big, red one--was a dragon.
Stormfire's Wing was his full name, though its translation into the common language of the world in question left quite a bit of meaning out of the title. It should suffice to say that the dragon was named after one of the most well-known heroes of the bygone times of his own home place (which was quite far from his current abode, indeed on the other side of a dimensional gateway).
Oh, and yes, he was indeed quite big, and rather easy to notice against the greens, browns, and rocky greys of the landscape around him. Measured from nose to tail-tip, he was around twenty feet in length (most being the tail), and six feet tall at the shoulder. He was formidable in appearance, and with his bright red scales and gold-plated underbelly, and giant claws and wings, there was no mistaking his power in a fight.
He stood upon four legs when not in flight, though he possessed the inherited ability to change his shape and size in a limited fashion. Like many of his colleagues, he had a pair of whiskers that protruded from the lower jaw of his angular snout, though the lips that lay above were scaleless and soft and had the tendency to stretch into a wide range of expressions when the dragon's emotions were properly stirred. White horns stuck out from the top of the dragon's forehead, and he had no ears, being somewhat more reptilian than some of his peers. Of course, the most striking feature of the dragon's face were his eyes. Like twin pools of liquid gold, they burned with an intensity that could turn away the gaze of any mortal save one when the wyrm was riled.
Contrastingly, his companion was quite unassuming and even tiny by comparison. The wolf wasn't much more than a mere cub, hardly a teenager at that, and he was barely visible, curled up against the dragon's back. Kieran ('little dark one') he was called, a name which supposedly told something about his nature, though it probably only referred to his dark brown fur. For his part, he was no ordinary cub, being an exceptional student possessing a sharp intellect and a hawk-like gaze. However, he was no match for the dragon in strength, despite his almost supernatural level of physical fitness. He was still a young boy, anyway.
The only weapons he possessed were his black claws (barely enough to scratch the larger being, even sans scales), and a set of sharp little white teeth. However, the boy was quite far from being what he seemed. Though the softness of his rich, brown pelt and his youthful appearance marked him otherwise, he was a lad of great potential. If one looked into his active, piercing pair of amber eyes for long enough, there could be seen something unique--something more powerful even than the dragon might suspect lay there, in the confines of the youth's psyche.
We shouldn't get ahead of ourselves, though. Young Kieran's story is quite a tale, of which what is here is but a small part. These were happy days, after the boy lost his family to the mysterious and bloodthirsty demon invaders, but before he began to battle against them with his unique powers, and garner new allies. During his adolescence, the cub and his sensei, Stormfire, shared a unique and wonderful relationship that went beyond that of teacher and student. Indeed, their bond was of such a unique and powerful nature that it could bridge the gap between universes, penetrating even through the mysterious nothingness that separated one dimension from another.
So, there they lay, great wyrm and wolf-cub, oblivious to the world. You might have guessed by now that their current camp was no ordinary place, and indeed it was a place of power, though a strange, even unique one. Briefly put, it was an oasis in the middle of a jungle-like forest that ranged thousands of miles abroad. It resembled a tiny lagoon, really. A waterfall continuously poured into a basin of rock, constantly deepening it over time, only to spill over the edges and fall into another pool that in turn fed a stream. It was one of the more relaxing and idyllic places the two had visited in their travels, and it was surrounded by the lush beauty of nature.
What was its power? Well, perhaps that particular bit of information might be better left a mystery for now. Besides, it might become apparent quite soon as things unfold. Also, I'm sure you would not want to miss what comes next. It concerns certain interesting events of a rare nature. After all, there was only one dragon dwelling on this particular world, and anything he did was quite rare and engaging by definition.
The young wolf stirred, opening his eyes slowly. They beheld the bright light of morning, but found it a bit intense, so they flickered closed again. The boy took a moment to decide whether or not he should rise. He could hear the dragon slumbering behind him, so he decided to wait after a brief contemplation. Sensei always rose early, anyway. What was the point in getting up before him? Actually, both dragon and cub usually rose before sunrise, so it was currently a bit late, even though the bright orb in the sky was just now showing through the trees.
Kieran's wait was short. Soon, the wyrm himself began to wake, with a small rustle of scales.
Stormfire inhaled sharply, savoring the clean, wonderful morning air. He rose rather quietly for a being of his size, wasting no time with things like grogginess or yawning. Though he was rumored to weigh at least six tons, his movements were silent enough that anyone without especially good hearing wouldn't even notice the sound of his footfalls as he made his way carefully around the body of the young wolf. It was time for his morning swim--something he quite enjoyed, and he knew that it would be prudent not to wake the boy. The dragon would have to do some explaining if he was caught.
Kieran slowly re-opened one eye. It wasn't often he woke up before his mentor, and he was curious. He knew that the dragon always tried to camp near a lake, or pond, and that Sensei was quite fond of swimming. He merely had never seen Stormfire awake before the dragon's morning swim. So, he watched the wyrm's huge front legs step around him, followed by the rest of the golden and red-scaled body
The cub always found himself admiring how those scales reflected sunlight. He also knew that the dragon's body was capable of unleashing incredible power in a fight--something that the young wolf could only look up to and admire until he met his own potential. Kieran watched the heavy, muscular chest pass along overhead next.
Then, however, he saw something completely unexpected...
He saw a smooth, red pole jutting out from between the powerful hind legs. It bobbed, glistening, and it was huge. Kieran was used to occasionally seeing the dragon's large testes, and they were still there, swaying below the shaft, but this was a different thing entirely. Both of the young cub's eyes opened; he was mystified. It was so big. He had never known that his sensei had a 'thing' that large, let alone that his teacher actually had erections. Kieran had recently begun to have 'stiffies' once in a while. Actually, they had started almost a year ago. But the pole swaying between his master's legs was enormous!
Stormfire stopped at the edge of the water, stretching his wings for a moment or two. He let the exquisite feeling of anticipation wash over his body. He always enjoyed a good swim, followed by some underwater masturbation. It was a guilty pleasure of his--one that he didn't feel quite comfortable discussing with his young charge. After all, Kieran was probably still too young to...
Stormfire's eye-ridges furrowed, as he realized that his 'cub' had already reached thirteen seasons. That meant that unless the boy was a 'late-bloomer', he was probably close to sexual maturation. The wyrm resolved to speak to the boy about his body later today, perhaps after lunch. He did not notice his young student lying there with wide eyes that followed every movement of his erect penis.
Kieran watched the organ bob as the dragon dove into the water. He hardly noticed the fact that his master hadn't made any sort of splash, despite the dragon's enormous bulk. He realized that his mouth was open, so he closed it. Then, he couldn't help thinking about
what he had just witnessed. He was suddenly filled with an urge to see it again.
Not thinking about what he was actually doing, he rose quickly, and ran to the edge of the water. As he kneeled down, he was conscious of how nervous he was. His paws were practically shaking with something. Was it excitement? He leaned over the edge of the shore, staring down into the surprisingly-clear depths as he felt his entire body tense with anticipation. Why was Sensei so aroused? Why did the sight of the dragon's penis stir him so? These questions and more ran through Kieran's mind, mixing with a rush of adrenaline that was making his head swim.
He easily located his master's energy signature, though it was darting to and fro in the enormous pool. The dragon was an incredible swimmer--that fact was apparent in how fast he could change direction. He could move like a lightning bolt back and forth, and around the circular pool with ease. After a few more laps, the wyrm slowed, his eyes closing. Kieran noticed that the dragon's member was still every bit as erect as it was just a minute ago, and before the cub's eyes, the organ was slowly taken in a claw and stroked.
Kieran gasped softly as he watched the dragon-cock pulsate. What was sensei doing? Then, the wyrm's body began to curl up, his long neck arching down until his snout reached his erection. The boy watched, transfixed, as his master's thick tongue slid out, slowly wrapped around the bulbous cock head, and began stroking and winding up and down. Stormfire was lying on the pool bottom, propped up by his wings as he took his huge dick into his mouth, lips wrapping around the flaring glans as he began sucking and bobbing his head on his own pulsating member.
Kieran couldn't stop his paw as it reached down underneath him to touch the bulge in his pants. The cub was too busy watching the dragon autofellating himself to even realize what he was doing. He quickly freed his erection, sliding his pair of black trousers--his only article of clothing--down to his knees. He found his cock harder now than it had ever been, and began stroking the shaft rhythm with the dragon's movements, gasping at how intense the sensation was turning out to be..
The huge dragon-dick was pulled from the snout, and a white, cloudy substance suddenly shot from its tip. Stormfire nuzzled his titanic shaft, then swallowed it again. The sight made Kieran stroke faster, reaching down with his other paw to free his knot from his sheath with a grunt. The dragon was making the whole dick disappear into his mouth, and Kieran could see the bulge it made in the dragon's throat. Both teacher and pupil began thrusting and stroking faster and faster, their passions fueled by forces they could not understand.
Throwing his head back and stroking his huge maleness furiously with both claws, Stormfire let loose, his loud roar of pleasure sending powerful vibrations all the way to the surface of the deep pool. His cock jumped upward as first one, then many jets of hot semen shot through the water.
Kieran, through his own climax, watched in wonder as the fluid blasted out, causing ripples in the water to form and travel outward from the pearly strands. He hardly realized that he was also cumming until he collapsed, one paw instinctively gripping below his knot around that sensitive bundle of nerves, the other stroking and squeezing his shaft, a thumb pressing down on the tip as the rest of his creamy load exploded out of it.
He lay there, panting, for what he imagined was way too long. His body was suddenly a little weary, and pleasure was slowly spreading to every corner of his nervous system. He
remembered thinking to himself, 'So this is what that's like,' before he came to his senses. He cleaned up quickly, hiding the evidence in the water below so that his master wouldn't
find out about his actions. When he looked back down into the top pool, though, the dragon was still there, relaxing with his eyes half-closed, his penis having receded back into its pouch-like sheath.
The cub sat down in the 'lotus' position, deciding to see if he could get some brownie points before breakfast. Perhaps sensei would be especially glad to see the cub meditating, and would start cleaning up camp and let him be. The odd, relaxed feeling from jacking off helped, and the young wolf was still amazed at how it had felt. As he pretended to meditate, he found himself wondering: Did it feel better when your cock was absolutely huge?
After a few minutes, the dragon finally emerged from the water, climbing onto dry land and stretching to his full length while spreading his magnificent wings out to dry. He smiled placidly, seeing that his charge had already started on the morning exercises. 'A perfect morning, indeed,' he thought. His session had been much better than usual, and now the boy was meditating on his own.
"...Kieran," the dragon said aloud after thinking for a moment, "You started to meditate without me having to order you to. This is your least favorite part of our daily routine. Is there something you should tell me, hmm?"
Kieran's ears flattened. His sensei knew him too well. He did feel guilty about eavesdropping on what was obviously a private activity. He opened his eyes, and made himself look up at the dragon. Deep down, he loved his sensei. It was the dragon who had saved him after the demon attack that had cost him the only family he had. It was the dragon who was teaching him the skills he needed to stop the attacks--to stop the pain and suffering of his whole world once and for all.
The lad sighed, and gazed up at the dragon's perfect features. He owed the wyrm his life--he may as well be honest, to himself and to his master. So, he spoke. "Sensei...I woke up early today. I...saw you get up, and...I watched you underwater. I couldn't help it...you have such a big...you know..."
Stormfire blinked, visibly surprised for a rare second. He could see that his student was flushing with embarrassment, but if dragons could blush, Stormfire would be turning redder as well. 'So,' he thought, 'Kieran likes males. The cub likes to watch his master jerking off, in fact.' Though Stormfire didn't know how to feel about these facts, he knew that the poor wolf-cub felt bad for spying on his mentor so brazenly. So he lay a claw gently on the boy's shoulder.
"I don't mind, Kieran. You are like family to me, and I shouldn't feel embarrassed in front of you, no matter what..state I'm in. Don't worry about it. You are at the age where...well, your body is going through changes, and you may feel...certain urges...urges that even...I still feel."
The boy lifted his head. Stormfire would always remember that look of relief, with the morning sunlight shining on the deep brown muzzle, those amber eyes lighting up from their previous look of guilt. Kieran felt so much better. He even initiated a hug, knowing deep down how much his master missed them.
Their embrace seemed to last forever. Stormfire found himself closing his eyes. He loved the boy with all of his heart, and he knew how much it would hurt if he lost the trust of his young charge. Then, finally, they parted, Kieran smiling, because he felt better, but also because he had made his sensei feel good. They continued with their daily routine after that, Kieran performing his physical and mental exercises.
The boy was still improving in leaps and bounds, his potential still so far from being realized. Stormfire had always marveled at the cub's progress, but now the dragon was downright amazed. They both decided to stay another night at the waterfall, and both began gathering food for the evening meal. Kieran found himself thinking back to the events of the morning, and he knew that there were still questions to be asked, though he could not form them quite yet. He decided to wait until after the meal to speak to his mentor.
///Final Draft (tentative) completed August 15, 1:21 AM. Minor changes to syntax, and more grammar corrections.