Antok's Night Time Fun
First M/solo story I've ever written...Hope it isn't that bad
Antok is www.furaffinity.net/user/antok
Hope you guys like how I threw one of my characters in there
Antok's Night Time Fun
The night sky was black as the shadow of the dragon flying this night. His name was Antok. It has been a few days since his mate had left him for a business thing in a few villages over. A few days too many for a young male barely into his prime. Tonight, he would relieve the stirrings in his body himself.
Antok was a pure white dragon. His frill plating started from his head and got smaller as it went down his back to the tip of his tail. His horns and talons were the only other color on him, a pure black. His eyes, strange as they were black with a gold iris, his pupil a black slit, looked down upon the terrain, looking for his special place.
The warm thermals let him rest his wings and just glide among them. The green foliage was dark at this time, but it was just as beautiful as if it was full day. Angling down, the wyvern descended before spreading his wings and pumping. His hind feet touched down before he stopped his wings and fell onto his fore paws. Looking around, he smiled as he saw the place.
It was a small clearing, hidden by thick tree trunks with green sprouting everywhere. The grass waved lightly from a gust of wind, as did the leaves. The center, however, is what captured the dragon's attention. A strange rock, rounded with ridges at the edges, like some old column, was broken in a way that looked like it was sliced by a giant sword. It lied at an angle that many would find nice to lay at.
Antok's muzzle was still split in a grin as he approached the rock. Moving to the extreme right edge of the object, he crawled up onto it. His slit slid against the stone and he shuddered at the pleasure that shot up his spine. Continuing on, he perched before he heaved with his bent legs and flipped onto his back, wings spread out to keep them out of the way. Laying his head back, he let his mind wander into the natural area of young males.
Soon, though, he shivered and opened his eyes, looking down at himself. His cheeks tinted a bit gray as he watched his cock throb in the air. He watched as a bit of clear blue pre appeared at the tapered tip, and as it slowly slid down the black head of his cock as it changed to a deep, dark blue at the base. The base bulged a bit, showing a knot that would appear when he was finished.
Rumbling in his chest, he let one of his clawed wings move down towards his erect member. The top curve of the talon ran up the underside of his cock and he let out a deep moan. Another drop of pre formed and dripped as he started up a rhythm up and down. Antok let out a few growls as his excitement grew.
He wanted more than just a claw. He was bending his neck down when a flash of bright color from the corner of his eye went by. Looking over quickly, he only saw a bush rustling in the wind. With narrowed eyes, he shook his head and continued bending until his muzzle met his aching erection. His body shuddered at the contact. Letting his tongue out, he let the rough appendage lap from base to tip a bit before he opened his maw and closed it around his tip.
It had been quite some time since he did this himself. Antok rumbled in his chest as he slowly suckled the head, letting his tongue travel down and lather his cock with his saliva. Soon his own lust drove him to push his head down onto the dark shaft. A spurt of pre squirted onto his tongue and he swallowed it, enjoying his own taste. The wyvern finally hit his growing bulge near his base.
He lifted his head up to the tip again before plunging back down, tongue wrapping around his knot. Sucking as pre spurt more and more from his cock hear, the dragon sped up his ministrations. Up and down, up and down, his knot growing more and more as he throbbed in his own muzzle. He felt his climax approaching faster and faster.
Antok's eyes opened as his orgasm hit him. His seed squirted right into his waiting maw, where I pooled. It would have been swallowed on the spot had the dragon not seen he was being watched. A gryphon sat on the ground near a tree, his head a fiery red, fading to an orange before changing again to a yellow half way to his knee joint. His ear tufts were perked, with one having a emerald green piercing as his forest green eyes watched. Between his forelegs, Antok could see the avain's maroon, bulbed member throbbing and leaking pre. Rolling over, the wyvern looked over to the gryphon embarrassed and worried what would happen next. The bird had a smirk on his beak as he stood and walked slowly over to the dragon.