Family II: Breakfast
#2 of Family
Murry perked awake, noticing that his dad wasn't with him, though the elder dragon was fatherly enough to make sure Murry was warm and comfortable by draping a soft comfortor over him and had an equally soft pillow under his head.
As the young dragon woke up, he realized that his member was throbbing solidly, each throb causing his shaft to rub up against the comfortor. When Murry sensed this, he moaned with pleasure, even moreso as, when he shifted, he felt his dad's cum from last night slosh around in him.
He grunted, almost automatically curling a paw around his rigid cock, stroking himself, murring in helpless glee.
Suddenly, he heard his father call him. "Murry! It's time for breakfast!"
Murry meeped in protest, wanting release, but his tummy also spoke to him in a rather loud voice. He sighed, then told himself that there was plenty of time for release after he ate. So, he uncovered himself, and padded into the cave that served as the kitchen and dining area for him and his dad.
When he padded in, his dad welcomed him with a smile and a hug.
"Good morning, Son," the elder dragon greeted him. "How are you this morning?"
Murry licked his dad's muzzle affectionately. "Oh, Dad, I'm just fine." He pRrrRRRRred almost seductively, still very concious of his hardon. "How are you?"
Murry's dad rubbed the side of his muzzle against the side of Murry's. "I'm good, Son. He nibbled Murry's cheek, causing the younger dragon's member to throb more. "Are you hungry?"
The scent of fried bacon and eggs assaulted Murry's nose, and his tummy grumbled again. "Yeah, Dad."
The elder dragon somewhat reluctantly released his son from the hug, then led Murry over to a table that was so obviously designed for a four-legged dragon. Murry situated himself at one end of the table and his dad on the other. Almost immediately, he started to dig in, his father watching with amusement.
"Wow, you are hungry, Son," said the older dragon as he himself started to eat. "Do you need anything?"
Murry looked at his dad, about to reply, but the reply stuck in his throat. His dad, when he asked that, had reached up with a hindpaw to scritch behind his head, exposing his wonderfully full sheath and balls. Murry's muzzle hung, a bit of chewed up egg and bacon falling out as the younger dragon gazed at the beautiful sight before him. Finally, he managed an answer, "Well....a bit of cream and sausage would be nice..." This time, Murry's purring was most definitely seductive.
Murry's father blinked a couple of times, obviously caught off guard by Murry's tone and purrs. Then, he followed his son's gaze, watching his own sheath twitch and start to grow at Murry's innuendos. After recovering from his surprise, Murry's dad said, "Oh, you mean some of this?" Knowing it was going to drive his son wild, he bent a little lower, nuzzling his collar's sheath, licking a little at it.
As predicted, Murry's reaction was a bit wild. He growled loudly, his attention fixated on the swelling sheath of his father, his own member throbbing painfully once again. Murry shifted on his paws, fighting the urge to leap over the table and pounce his dad and burying the older dragon's sheath in his muzzle. Murry licked his lips, realizing that he'd been drooling.
Murry's dad chuckled, eyeing his son out of the corner of his eye, watching his reactions as he moved further down his sheath with his lickings, then nosing his balls. His attentions against himself caused his member to slide out, almost immediately throbbing rigidly against his chin. With some effort, Murry's dad pulled himself away from his attentions, turning, padding away from the table a bit. He turned to face his son. "Well, come and get your sausage and cream, Murry."
Murry nearly knocked over the table as he bounded toward his dad. At the last possible instant, Murry flipped himself on his back, then squirmed his way under his dad, immediately starting to lick between his father's legs.
Murry moaned, starting at the tip of his father's rock hard shaft, dancing the forked tips of his tongue against the pre-dribbling tip, moaning again as the taste cascaded over his tongue. Then, he curled his tongue around the rigid cock, squeezing it, drawing his ring of tongue down his father's member to the collar. Then, the younger dragon uncoiled his tongue, starting to nibble at the collar of the elder dragon's sheath, his dad hissing and moaning at the contact. Heartened, Murry proceeded to wetly lap at the full sheath, then the balls containing his dad's sweet semen.
Murry's dad gasped, kneading his son's thighs, "Very good, Son..." Soon, Murry's attentions got to be too much for his dad, and the elder dragon slowly sprawled out on his son, the younger one squirming and emmiting a squeel of delight. Murry's dad groaned when his son suddenly slipped his hot muzzle around his shaft and started to suck on the length, then squirmed with helpless gasps when Murry rubbed a warm paw against his nuts and sheath. Dazedly, Murry's dad became aware of his son's hard cock poking against his chest, as well as his son's widely spread hindlegs. Realizing this, Murry's dad shifted a bit, licking up one of Murry's thighs while at the same time curling his paw around Murry's hard shaft, slowly stroking him.
Murry trembled ecstatically from the feel of his shaft being taken in his dad's warm paw. He could feel his pre dribbling out onto his belly scales and he'd jerk a bit when his dad's paw would rub around the slit in his shaft's tip, soaking his paw in Murry's pre. Murry continued to tremble as he felt his dad's expert tongue gliding up and down his thigh, but moreso from the feel of his father's slick shaft throbbing in his muzzle, the scent of his dad's crotch filling his nostrils. Murry groaned happily, pulling his muzzle from his dad's cock to lick and suck at the tip, using one of his paws to stroke along the shaft as he concentrated on the pre oozing tip. Then, after a moment, Murry would shove the cock into his muzzle again, his stroking paw moving to stroke the sheath and nutsack of his beloved father. He continued this action, repeating it over and over, matching his movements with his father's hips when they started to hump against his muzzle, Murry's own hips copying the movements against his dad's paw.
Murry's dad groaned loudly, the combined feel of his son's actions against his member, sheath, and balls, as well as his son's throbbing, wet shaft moving through his paw and the taste of Murry's scales against his tongue pushing him closer to his eruption. His lickings against Murry's leg moved further up until he reached a hindpaw and, without missing a beat, Murry's dad nuzzled at it, licking softly at the appendage, slipping the forks of his tongue between the pawdigits, wriggling the tips delightedly, causing Murry to groan and Murry's shaft to throb jerkingly. The older dragon could tell that Murry's ejaculation was near, so he drew the middle pawdigit into his muzzle, sucking on it and squeezing his son's dick in his paw. Sure enough, that was all Murry needed, as his cock jerked and spasmed, shooting wads of thick, creamy dragon cum all over his belly scales and coating his own chest scales in the hot wetness, the younger dragon squirming and groaning under him. Murry's dad purred to himself, still stroking his son's shaft with his now-cum slickened paw, gasping slightly at a particularly hard suck from his son. Murry's dad felt as though one more stimulation was going to set him off. He humped his son's muzzle faster, feeling his climax nearing, moaning out, "Son...Son...stick...a...pawdigit in...in my...tailhole."
Murry groaned around his father's full cock as it pumped in and out of his muzzle, recovering from his climax against his dad's chest and against his own belly scales, moaning again from the continued strokings of his shaft by his dad's wet paw and sucking of his hindpaw's digit. He sensed that his dad had reached a plateau of pleasure and heard his dad's panting voice. Wanting to pleasure his dad as much as he could, Murry did as he was told, shoving his middle pawdigit into the hot confines of his dad's tailhole. To Murry's delight, this was what his dad needed, for, as soon as he did so, his dad's cock jerked, spurting out his father's hot seed and coating Murry's muzzle before the younger dragon could shove the hot prick into his muzzle again. Murry moaned again as he tasted his dad's sweet, sweet offering, strands of the wonderful seed firing rapidly down his throat.
Murry's dad moaned happily as he came in his son's hot muzzle, pleasure tearing through his system like a tornado. He jerked a couple of times as Murry squirmed his pawdigit in his tailhole, writhing ontop of his son's body. After a few moments of enjoying the afterglow, he got up off his son, his cock making a loud slurping noise as Murry tried to keep it in his muzzle by sucking on it more, the younger dragon whimpering in protest. "Daaaaad!" he whined.
Murry's father turned around, standing over his son, his cock dangling against his son's rod. He licked at his son's muzzletip. "Son, let's finish breakfast, shall we? Then we'll have the whole day for fun."
Murry shivered when his cock contacted his dad's, pushing his hips up to grind them together. He licked back at his dad's licking tongue, curling his tongue around the older dragon's, sucking it into his muzzle for a moment before letting go. He purred seductively, replying, "Okay, Dad. Sounds good to me."