A special kind of gift
A gift-story for a friend. =3
Friend got a cold, I was at work and he felt kinda left out from some outside more family oriented stuff, plus we were kinda hoppin' on each other... So, I pulled this pretty much out of my ass in about an hour and a half, maybe two hours? Barely checked it. Had some inspiration and rolled with it. <3
_ ~~~For those of you who don't know, Valor is the daughter of my main character, Evellyn~~~ _
--A curious, barely underage 'ness has a fantasy that requires a particularly hard sleeper...and makes her move...--
Enjoy!!! :D
((Did a bit of editing or so, cleaned up a few parts. Hopefully it's a bit easier of a read now. x3))
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Valor (c) Alathazar Sajuuk
Ramah (c) Ramah
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Quiet was key, she had to keep telling herself that. She was good at being sneaky, and he wasn't feeling well, hopefully he was a deep sleeper too or this wouldn't work in the slightest. She'd never managed to pull this off with anyone since she grew fond of such a kink, too easily aroused or too easily disturbed. It frustrated her to no end! Why weren't the males the ones who slept like a rock? Did they always have such raunchy thoughts that they were always alert, even in slumber?!
Valor was active as she stayed still, mind constantly at work at how to approach the drake. She'd been given the 'okay' by her mom but the ruby red had been stern about not waking him up and not bothering him if he weren't awake. Well... she could always blame it on him being a super light sleeper if he woke up early, right? She shook her head at the thought and just tried to calm herself. The barely 17-year old dragoness slowly rose to her feet and padded over to the edge of the bed, next to the window and just gave a pause; eyes beset upon the form she adored so.
Coated in a single contiguous glove of scales that seemed to have been molded together, giving her hide a similar appearance to that of a leathery dragon, only...shiny too. She stood about five foot two, and appeared almost identical to her mother, save for a few distinct differences. Firstly, she was a shimmering platinum dragoness and featured a set of golden eyes. Most would turn their heads in awe if she walked about in broad daylight and at night she glowed in the softer moonlight. Such attention was usually enjoyable, but only if she wasn't followed about incessantly so.
Her golden eyes scanned the bed, running her fingers over the softer, silky top, and silently thanking she barely weighed a little more than a buck twenty. The girl barely noticed a shift in the mattress, sliding her other leg up and crawling up to the slumbering giant not but a few feet from her snout. The teen felt a smile crawl across her features as she slid on up to his uncovered form. The golden drake was equally beautiful, layers of muscle rippling as his chest rose and fell, fast asleep.
Ramah was unique in her eyes. His features well rounded, plenty of muscle to go around, not quite athletic thin... perhaps that was just the dim lighting from the half moon shining through the window, but he seemed to just portray the perfect image of the powerful and mesmerizing dragon. Those golden orbs traced over his face and the blank expression he held. He was sick...and he deserved a good massage of a certain variety.
He lay on his back with his right arm up under the pillow behind his head and the other on his front, just above his sternum. Sliding further up the covers, crawling her way up to his middle, the 'ness held her breath as she prayed silently that this one wouldn't wake at the drop of a pin. He'd shown immense control earlier on, she was well versed with how well he 'performed', the thought had her blushing enough, one would've seen it even in the dark there. Her body moved to kneeling at his side, sliding her legs up from his right hip, tail swishing on the bed behind her. Her heart thumped away so fast, she swore he knew she was there. Her mind screamed at her so loud, she thought he could hear.
Valor's right hand rose and held her breath again while her glove-like metallic hide rolled over the first few scales adorning his front, right below where one's belly button would normally reside and right around his waistline. She dared tempting her luck and lowered her snout, the tapered, slightly pointed tip of her maw parted just enough to let that dexterous muscle free, giving the drake a soft, slow lick. It was meant to be just a small test, but she grew more and more daring as he remained unfazed, hands sliding over his midriff and gliding her right palm over his hip and down his thigh. The last thing she expected was to feel the dragon cough once and shiver a little, chest convulsing once before he settled down again.
The teen almost jumped had it not been for her tail keeping balance and a bit of luck, tongue withdrawing into her muzzle faster than she'd ever done so actively and her hands just hovered over his front. 'Oh please don't be waking up...' She begged in her head, waiting but a second or two longer before lowering her hands and relaxing yet again. Those dainty fingers moved in a bit more focused manner, eyes trailing their paths and leading the young lady to the slit between his legs. Her heart thumped away like a hammer trying to beat its way out of her chest. She breathed deep, inhaling that subtle scent she'd gotten used to with him. Even the slightest sniff set her off, that feral odor. Some would call it a rather unclean smell, something most would cover up with exotic perfumes... the platinum 'ness couldn't get enough of it.
Her eyes went half-lidded and she huffed once, leaning down and giving the gently parted scales there a soft kiss, tongue peeking out and worming apart the slit, delving into his most sensitive spot. She felt the shiver roll from his head to his feet and watched the scales around the bit swell, parting those protective 'lips' and slowly exposing his fair endowment. Such little stimulation was hardly enough to get more than an inch from the slumbering drake, those hands of hers resting on either side, fingers pointing inward and pulling apart the softer scales there. Her muzzle dipped right up to the tip of the peeking shaft, sliding her lips over the end and suckled oh-so gently.
It was more than enough to bring the drake to full mast. His form shuddered and writhed under her treatment, the girl only half-caring if he'd awoken and rising up with his rapidly swelling spire. Her lips suckled on barely more than an inch, the very tip, and pulled off with a huff, a single trail of her saliva still connecting the bit with her muzzle. Those shimmering eyes moved all over his clear arousal, loving his own 'design'. He was tapered at the tip, but had a head, and after only thickened a little more as she followed him further south. One such huff, following her adoration, managed to expose the impressive bit on the underside of this masterpiece. A set of thick ridges lay flush with the bottom of his piece, every inch from just beneath his head to the base, growing with size as one got further down. While he had no knot, those beautiful bits would swell and cling to her insides, digging into her soft walls and tie her in a far more intimate way.
Dipping her snout again, her tongue slipped free and nuzzled the base, dragging the muscle up the side in one long, slow lick, feeling him throb hard at that, watching those ridges rising and falling as if his spire were alive. Those hands came back into the fray, one giving the head a squeeze and the other gently tickling and playing with the little bumps about each ridge, watching him tense as each of his little 'spots' were stimulated. Her teasing was short, wanting him to feel relaxed again, but wanting this fantasy of hers to ride out for as long as she could manage. Her head snapped to as she saw his hand move, sliding off his chest and gently gripping the bedding to the side of him, that left hand shaking lightly-so. It had her smiling.
Valor's tongue was relentless as she flicked up from the base to the tip, up under each ridge, feeling him shiver each time, going as far as suckling on the lowest fleshy bit. His toes curled and uncurled at such relentless sensations, even gasping softly when her tongue parted the little bit at the very tip of his spire, lips following. Her muzzle slid over each inch with decent triumph, arching her back down and straightening her neck out as she edged further and further down, eyes squinting shut. The dragoness felt each ridge tickle the back of her tongue, well into her throat, having witness her own mother pull this one on him; she knew she had to top it.
She didn't know how big he was, but a good foot wouldn't be a bad guess. Her muzzled stretched a fair bit, feeling an equally fair bit of precum drooling into her gullet and just savoring every drop. Feeling her snout suddenly touch scales had the 'ness open her eyes in disbelief and would've gasped had she been able. Her throat bulged outward slightly and the girl instinctively swallowed, feeling Ramah tense and hearing him gasp, panting in his sleep. She only wondered how that must feel...so she did it again, and the effect was twofold the last; he gave a grunt and his free had on his chest gripped the scales there, that pulsing log of flesh giving a deeper rooted throb. Her preparations weren't the best however, vision growing blurry from the lack of air and her lungs screaming at her shortly thereafter. She found herself quickly pulling up and off his flared ridges and popping off the drooling tip with squelch and a following gasp, immediately panting herself. Valor sat there for a solid few seconds, gulping once and running a hand over her cleared throat. She knew what she needed to do, but couldn't match her mother's more matured talents. The teen smiled. She always loved improvising.
Once more, her tongue guided his head into her muzzle and the slicked shaft was so much easier to work with, despite his flaring and pulsing ridges. Her right fingers wrapped around the base while her muzzle dropped down to his seventh ridge, touching the back of her throat, those fingers timing just right when she pulled back and flicking upwards, feeling the drake convulse once, gasping again. 'Oh god...I...this is so hot...' came her thoughts again, slurping up and down his ridged girth, feeling him tense hard again, the golden drake gasping and giving a light grunt for a third...or was that a fourth time by now? Little did the teen know, she was denying him the orgasm he so needed and had done so, in actuality, almost five times now! Such a naughty girl, her left hand merely rested just above his slit and kept pace with her bobbing, working him oh-so nicely. She found herself enjoying his taste, that feral essence, far more than the idea of her gift, such primal thoughts being the core drive for her blowjob. Her own slit drooled away onto the bed. A dull throb down in her nethers had the poor thing wishing he were awake then, and would just flip her about and rail her silly.
He stopped the slight shivers and gasps when suddenly his ridges flared up fully, the platinum 'ness knowing instantly what was coming within half a heartbeat. Her excitement great and pushed down down down, taking a deep breath as she dropped her muzzle onto him, mashing her snout to his groin and following her instincts and swallowing him whole. Her throat only had time to roll down that engorged spire but once, the drake grunting hard and even whimpering a little as her throat suddenly bulged with a fair torrent of his cum, making the dragoness push and whimper against his lap. She yanked her head back with all she could muster, wanting a taste of his full flavor so badly, those flared parts not making it easy. She only caught the last few globs, cheeks bulging around his tip, feeling those flared bits softening immediately after his orgasm died down.
The teen just sat there, mouth full of this dragon's cum, letting it slosh about in her muzzle and taking only little sips through little muffled moans. The moment she swallowed the last savory drop, the dragoness just slid to his side and noted on the mess between his legs; she hadn't caught all of him in her maw when she pulled up and off, leaving a great deal of 'evidence' there. So utterly exhausted from her little workout, she couldn't even keep her eyes open, laying her head on his chest. She cared not if he was sick. Would just mean she got to spend more time with him.
That thought was at the back of her mind as the snuggly form on his side felt her edges soften, sleep overtaking her equally gorgeous form in less than a minute. The last thing to be heard from the purring girl was but a whisper...
"I love you Ramah~"
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