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The Weeping Willow had been one of the vixen's more favored watering holes. She didn't mind the usual sort of clientele it attracted or the manner in which they behaved. The drinks and food weren't amazing. The owner was gruff and often rude. The notion of leaving with one's coin purse a bit lighter than it was upon entering, in spite of not ordering anything, was not above reproach. Cleanliness wasn't a terribly large concern, nor was personal hygiene. It was a proper hole in the wall with virtually no redeeming features. Still, Poojawa enjoyed it a great deal. She sat at the bar, sipping on a less than spectacular stein of ale as the usual souls went about their carousing. Thankfully, they left her alone. Most of them.

A violet ear twitched and she spun about, her knife slashing through the air, aimed at the figure she was certain was behind her. When all she found was empty space, she blinked and began to lower her arm. She was certain something had been there, standing over her.

"You're getting sloppy," A voice came from just down the mostly empty counter joined with the sound of coins wrapped in leather being tossed into the air and caught over and over, "I could have taken this off you, gotten comfortable at a table, and gotten halfway through a drink before you even noticed."

The purple lady narrowed her eyes at the sound of that voice, standing and making her way down the few stools to the azure scaled fellow in possession of her money, "You've got some nerve."

"So do you. Call it payback for the net in the woods." The winged reptile grinned as he leaned against the counter, keeping the fox's purse just out of reach.

"No, that's not what I would call payback. I'd call that a childish prank played by one who is feeble-minded. This on the other hand-" The vixen pressed in quickly, slipping her arms around the dragon's sides and mashing her lips to his in a sudden, passionate kiss. The blue brought his arms around her in a similarly affectionate fashion, holding her close as they enjoyed the moment of intimate contact. Eventually she had to surface for air and pulled away only a short distance, "That you could call payback. I'd prefer to call it a thank you."

The dragon rumbled away quietly as he held his vulpine acquaintance against him, not daring to let her get away, "A thank you for letting you hunt me down, catch me, have your way with me, and then stuff me in that tight little belly of yours?" He eyed her with those coy emerald pools of his, watching her return his smirk as if to say 'what else did you think I meant?', "I think I can't accept that. I think I'll need a bit more than a simple thank you." He recalled that afternoon rather fondly. It was a shock initially, the traveling bard finding himself suddenly pinned to the ground and trapped. At first he thought he was being robbed. Then along came the familiar touch of the lady he had encountered so many times before in their separate, lone travels. His thrum of delight grew stronger upon further recall.

"And what can a humble ranger such as me offer you in recompense?"

"I was thinking perhaps it might be my turn? I managed to secure a room upstairs if you're interested in being stolen away from such a... lugubrious... environment. Such a place has no business trying oh so desperately to cater to the refined, discerning sensibilities of a lady as fair and noble such as yourself. I feel it is my responsibility, nay my duty... to provide you with the luxury you deserve." True to his profession, the dragon had quite the silver tongue.

Poojawa smirked as she scooted closer, no longer terribly concerned about the dragon pilfering her purse, "I think I could permit you to steal me away. This place does have the distinct ability to depress one's good spirits, until you arrive."

That seemed to make the dragon beam softly with pride. It was a credit to his skill in his profession, "You flatter my m'lady," He stood and bowed softly to the violet vixen, holding out his hand for her to take, "Shall we retire then?"

The fox took Smokey's hand and stood, finding her palm pressed against the inside crook of his elbow. He was flexing his chivalrous muscle and she adored it. Such formalities were a rarity it seemed. A few coins were pulled from the lifted pouch and dropped on the counter to pay for the lady's drink before the pair took their leave, headed up to the next floor. The dragon's reserved room welcomed them with its Spartan decor. All they needed was a comfortable place to lounge, and the simple bed would suffice.

"How long has it been since last we met?" The violet lady began to set her things aside, slipping out of her outermost layer of clothing while the blue did the same.

"Almost a month. Too long in my estimation." A red garment fell to the floor, the last of the dragon's clothing. All that remained was a necklace hanging about his shoulders. Poojawa grinned as she gazed over his nude form, letting the last of her own clothing drop away. With the two of them undressed, the vixen stepped in close and slipped her arms around his waist.

"Too long in mine as well. But here we are, together again. How might I pay my debt to you?"

The blue dragon rumbled away deeply as he shared the fox's embrace. His claws ran up through her fur, grazing ever so softly across her skin. It was a sensation he knew she rather enjoyed and her vocalization proved just that, "Last time, you had your way with me. I think this time, I should get to have my way with you."

Immediately the vixen arched her back, hanging in his grasp, limp and powerless to stop him. A hand rose to rest the back of her palm against her forehead, "Oh no! Whatever shall I do? The monstrous dragon has caught me and means to ravage me against my will! Somebody save me!" Her false protestations were quickly silenced as Smokey hoisted the violet woman back into an upright posture, and directly into a passionate kiss. She didn't dare to squirm or struggle to get away. Instead, she melted into the lovely sign of affection.

The dragon's feet carried the two of them to the bed where the lady found herself on her back in short order. Down pressed the azure-scaled bard, keeping his lover-in-passing pinned comfortably. A pair of purple legs rose up around the winged creature's waist, locking ankles just above the base of his tail; an attempt to cling to him and press their bodies together tightly. A familiar swell made itself known between Poojawa's thighs, stealing her breath away as it began to gradually sink its way softly into her delicate petals.

There were no words shared between them at this point. Only the touch of one another was needed to say all that need be said. A blue and grey hand cupped against the lady's thigh, stroking and squeezing as he sank his way deeper into her womanly cleft. The scent of their love-making hung heavy in the air, growing thicker as they pressed on. A soft gasp came as a gentle twitch struck a neglected crevice deep inside. He twisted again to press against it, changing his lover's gasp to a moan. Another turn brought his length's attention to another relatively unused fold, renewing the vixen's gentle cries of passion. Again and again he did this, leaving her to writhe under him. She was useless to the rest of the world now, unable to think of anything but the fullness between her legs.

That fullness faded, leaving her to groan wantonly, scooting her rump down along the bed to keep him from pulling away. Just as she felt she couldn't stand it any further, the fullness returned and she sighed blissfully in satisfaction. The great pendulum continued, swinging towards the realm of unfulfilled lust only to sway back to the other side into the world of unparalleled intimate contact. The rocking of their bodies jostled the bed ever so softly, creating a soft creek and the unmistakable sound of wood sliding against wood. No one walking by would question what was occurring behind the locked door. If they did, the cries of passion making their way into the hall would remove any remaining doubt.

The same glorious heat both had grown to adore in one another welled up between them, made all the more intense as their movement shifted to a glide. The lady's fragrant honey coated the intruding flesh, removing resistance and providing incentive to plunge deeper with each thrust. It was warmer inside, and moisture in the open air left exposed flesh cold. Strength and stamina were consumed as the pair drove themselves towards climax, drawing out the building moment to try and create a more powerful explosion. They knew one another's limits so well they could sense when to make the final move and when to only tease.

Then, the world froze and everything fell away. All that existed was the pair. Their bodies tensed and flexed against one another, clinging tightly as they were suddenly awash with the sensation of orgasm. The first wave crashed down upon them ferociously, then dragged itself back across them. Just as it felt as though they could move again, they were taken by another crest that consumed them. A powerful surge ran through the pair, from dragon to kitsune, and pounded down upon them over and over again. Cries of lust mingled with the squeaks of the bed as their throes of passion reached a crescendo. And just as quickly as it began, it came to an end. The world returned, though different. Everything seemed further away, as if just the idea of walking to the door was a journey that would take ages. Both fought to catch their breath, unsure how long it had taken them to finally reach their goal. Somehow, that didn't matter.

"My lady... to know such splendor with you... it is as though the gods themselves have blessed me." Even while struggling to regain his composure, the dragon's silver tongue remained just as skilled as ever.

"It's a shame I can't speak like you. I simply can't do it justice."

"You don't need to," Smokey pressed his lips to the vixen's cheek and held there, letting his eyes slip shut, "Your eyes say everything that need be said."

She blushed and stroked along the back of her partner's neck, finally feeling less out of breath, but not entirely rested yet. The world shifted as the blue moved to roll onto his side, pulling her with him. As he did, two large wings made powerful through flight under the water wrapped about the lady in a living cocoon, shielding her from the harsh world outside. They were content. With such a peaceful moment now shared between them, there was only one thing that could shatter it; one thing that they would permit to do so. The dragon's stomach growled.

"Well, that didn't last long." Poojawa giggled, and offered her companion's jaw a soft lick.

"What can I say? Being with you works up quite the appetite. However, if you're not quite ready, I'm perfectly able to ignore it until you are."

"How selfless of you, to ignore a starving belly to provide a lady with whatever comforts she might desire. Fortunately for you, the comfort I'm interested in doesn't require such selflessness. I can't think of any other place I'd rather be right now than to hide myself curled up under your scales." A violet hand caressed over Smokey's trim abdomen, able to make out the faint impression of muscle just below the surface.

"If that is your wish my dear... then I shall tuck you into bed at once. Though, I do believe I would like to take my time in doing so."

"Go as slow as you like." She was silenced by another kiss. With a deft roll and tuck, the dragon moved to sit himself up against the headboard, keeping his violet lover right where she was under his wings. She didn't fight, even while knowing full well she was about to be eaten. She relished the notion. A gentle squeeze around the scaled fellow's manhood showed her interest. Pleasant though it was, the moment had to end. Smoke's lips withdrew, leaving Poojawa seated straddling his hips, eyes closed and a delicate purr-like noise in her throat. As she slowly lifted the veil on her sight, she bore witness to a set of jaws stretched open before her. She knew them well. A smile spread across her muzzle and she leaned in, pressing her chin softly against the fleshy 'carpet' of the cave moving to surround her. Darkness claimed her vision once again, accompanied by a soft rush of warm dragon's breath. The maw closed about her and she felt the drake's lips purse softly around her neck.

It had started. The first swallow came, but not until he had offered the lady an affectionate licking along her cheeks. She giggled and pressed into the slick tongue, wiggling to urge him onward. The gullet ahead of her opened and she was drawn into a close-fitting embrace of muscle. It undulated and rippled away, trying to drag her further in, but her progress was dependant entirely on Smokey's willingness to move forward at the moment. The pursing about her neck vanished as she felt her shoulders enter the humid environment of the dragon's mouth. Again she felt his tongue explore her form, taking great care to feel about every curve and crevice it could locate. As he held her in place, she began to picture what he must look like, a great swell in his neck, cheeks stretched around her, hands stroking over the purple form diving down his throat. It made her grin. A soft kiss was placed on the slick flesh hugging about her. A rumble of satisfaction rose up around her. He had felt it and knew what it was.

A rumble rose up from deep below as the dragon's stomach complained that he was taking so long. It amused both predator and prey but it did not hasten the lady's progress. Smokey was determined to go about his meal in a relaxed pace. When he felt it appropriate, he gulped again; a soft, small swallow that afforded him only a few more inches. But it was enough. Two lovely swells pressed down against his jaw, filling his mouth with the womanly curves he had come to appreciate beyond the simple idea of erotic thought. A moan gave his neck cause to tremble as he lapped at the supple mounds, adoring his beloved's taste and how she arched her back when he tended to her in such a fashion. The dragon held his fox firmly in his grasp as he sampled her with meticulous strokes of the oral organ pressed into her pelt. The vixen wiggled her shoulders as she tried to grind her chest down against his exploration, eager to let him take as long as he felt necessary to savor her breasts. Round and round he swirled his tongue, caressing the delicate flesh and all its glorious presence. Eventually though, his throat would not let him hold her still much longer and he fought the urge to swallow as long as he could. It was a losing battle, and he had to bid her marvelous chest goodbye as it slipped out of reach, swelling out his neck just as her head had.

A powerful thump filled the vixen's ears; steady, rhythmic, and rather soothing. A new smile passed over her lips as she nuzzled against the corridor of muscle surrounding and holding her. She had grown rather fond of the sound of his heartbeat, just as she was sure he had of hers. A gentle press in the right direction gave it gentle skip, causing the blue to twitch gently. He chuckled around his dish and began to straighten himself up. With such progress having been made, he had hunched forward to keep Poojawa seated comfortably atop his length. He could not hold her there any longer without hurting himself. Up she slid off his spire, making her whimper and shift about, desperate to hold onto it for just a bit longer. The blue dragon could not oblige her unfortunately. As he sat up, she was pulled with him, her trim abdomen ringed in his lips just as her neck had been. Gravity would now be a factor. His arms and wings released her as his hands moved to grasp the pair of hips nearing his jaws. He would slow her descent as best he could.

As the sounds of her lover's body filled her ears, the destination she sought drew nearer with each passing moment. Her neck was forced to compress softly as she felt she could go no further, a tightly bound knot of muscle blocking the way. With a soft nosing, it began to relax and spread over her muzzle, welcoming her to the chamber she would call her bed for the night. One of the blue's hands moved immediately to his belly, pressing affectionately against the bulge that had formed. Her head was in and the rest of her would follow soon. Before he forgot why he was holding her hips, she inched in further, her womanly cleft landing against his tongue. Her thighs were grasped and her entry was stopped. This was something he was eager to spend time on.

A gasp rose from under his scales as he pressed his curious pink probe between the lovely folds ahead. A sweet, rarified flavor immediately filled his mouth and a tremor passed through the lady captured in his gullet. She was enjoying this; that much was clear. Cautiously, he swept about between her legs, tracing across the walls beyond those inviting lips. Every inch within received some sort of attention, be it light or firm. Back lifted the dragon's head to ensure anything he might force her to spill out would not be wasted. Moans of delight and desire rumbled away in his gut, growing all the louder as he drank of his beloved's flower. The vixen shivered as she was molested in so thorough a manner. Silver-tongued indeed. She would have to get him to teach her a thing or two, if only to return the favor.

As he continued to explore her depths, he found what he was eagerly hunting for. It was right where he expected it to be; well back inside and a little tricky to reach, but it was there. When he only just touched it, the legs protruding from his mouth went rigid, squeezing around his lower jaw as if she had been shocked. A stunned cry filled his belly just before she relaxed again. He grinned and pressed against the firm patch of flesh, eliciting a second shocked reaction. From there, his teasings grew bolder. It was less a tender mission of exploration, now more an assault behind enemy lines. The fox cried out unable to withstand such an attack, squirming and fighting against the tongue trapped between her legs. Instead of trying to pull away, she only shoved herself against him more firmly, needing what he offered. In almost no time at all, a scream filled the fleshy world she was disappearing into and a splash of warm nectar filled her lover's mouth. He gulped hard once more, not letting a single drop fall from his lips. Her thighs came to rest against the very tongue now free of her folds as she began to settle, panting heavily out of breath.

A hand moved to cup over her womanhood, a finger slowly stroking across the petals that he had just violated. She cooed through her gasps, beginning to turn around inside her scaled companion. Another gulp dragged her knees to his lips. Progress was picking up speed now. With the majority of her inside of him, it would be hard to keep her entry slow. Those luxurious tails of hers would help, but only so much. Instinctively, Poojawa drew herself deeper, tugging her calves into Smokey's maw. He caressed over her ankles and feet tenderly, drawing away the last of what he could get from her before she was completely gone, his belly surging outward with each swallow and shuffle from within. At long last, he felt the end come, no more of his lover left to feel cross his threshold, and his lips sealed around her feet. The last gulp sent them into his throat and he opened his maw again to sigh blissfully. Both hands rest atop his hugely gravid dome, patting and stroking the enormous bulge lovingly. Inside, he could feel his vixen settling into her home for the night. The same ring of muscle that had permitted her access squeezed tightly behind her toes once they passed through, and she was sealed away. A deep thrum surrounded her as her dragon savored the sensation of such a full stomach.

"Thank you for that my dear. You were delicious as always." He sighed again and gazed down lovingly at his swollen abdomen. Her movements brought an unearthly pleasure that he simply could not get any other way.

"And you're just as skilled with your tongue as ever... why do we wait so long between meetings?" She closed her eyes and sighed as well, drinking in the sensation of being claimed completely, hidden away from the world as nothing more than fat on a dragon's gut. Very animated fat, but nothing more than a meal none the less to unwitting onlookers. He didn't quite see it that way.

"I don't know. We should try to find one another more often. Sleep well my love. Until we meet again."

When the morning came, the blue rose, still quite plump about the middle. He slipped his clothing on, much of it not fitting or even coming close to covering the hefty bulge. Every now and again, he felt a stirring under his skin, making him smile. He reached into the vixen's purse and pulled a few coins which he handed over to the innkeeper. The sight of a blue dragon with a bulbous gut, carrying the clothing of the lady he had disappeared with the night before was no doubt a curious thing indeed. As the open road stretched out before him, he gave his belly a pat, relishing not needing to eat again for a while. He licked his lips, able to taste a few hints of the vixen. He would have to let her have a turn before he could do this again. That was something he looked forward to.