Thief (m/m)
A quick, short - but also quite kinky - story which I dedicate to a particular red dragon, knowing he's going to enjoy it.
*** Attention, this story contains farting and sniffing.***
I know, this story would need some editorial work (English is not my native language), so, if someone would like to do some editing work on this story, please feel free to do so, I would publish the edited work (of course giving credits to the editor).
Thief
Something is wrong. He is not able to tell it exactly, but there is this feeling. And he can trust his feelings and his instincts. As he comes closer, his very sensitive nostrils actually catch a foreign scent - the scent of another dragon.
He silver scaled dragon has been out for hunting and now, approaching his lair, he is confronted with an intruder.
Not enough that every now and then a human tries to steal from his hoard, since his treasure of gold and jewellery is well know through all the country, also some dragons try to get something from his hoard, in particular a quite small, red scale one.
He has never caught this dragon in the act, but he knows exactly that this red dragon is stealing from him, due to the stuff he misses from his hoard.
And now, this very time he returns from the hunt, he actually witnesses this very dragon leaving his cave, carrying stuff between his forepaws.
Finally, finally caught in the act!
"You damn, stupid thief!"
With a deafening roar the silver dragon plunges down from the sky.
In a blur of teeth and claws, silver and red scales both dragons fight fiercely, although the red one is no match at all for the larger silver dragon.
"How dare you?" snarls the the lair's owner. "You know how much my hoard means to me. And you know that I don't tolerate any act of theft. You know the consequences."
Swiftly the silver dragon gets back on his feet, pinning his victim to the ground with one of his strong forelegs.
Being so much enraged the silver dragon even doesn't notice how easy it has been to overwhelm the red one. He even does not squirm much beneath him. Nevertheless the silver dragon steps onto the red's abdomen with his hindpaw for demonstrating his dominance and in a fluent movemenr he loweres his hips until he feels the red dragon's snouttip touch his rear.
"Sniff me", he growls with a commanding voice.
Carefully at first the smaller dragon takes a whiff and moans at the intensive scent. He sniffs more and the silverdragon's very musky, male scent consumes him.
The silverdragon notices a certain stirring between the hindlegs of his victim and snarls. "It seems that this little thief enjoys my smell? Well, let's see how much you like this."
The silverdragon presses and a very noisy, smelly fart emerges from his anus.
The dragon beneath him growls and to the siler one's astonishment that growls seems to be more playfully than otherwise. And, even more, his victim sniffs it eagerly , pulling the very thick and sharp smell through his nostrils.
"What the f...", exclaimed the silverdragon and presses another fart onto the dragonmuzzle beneath him.
A soft moaning is to be heard and the red dragon's maleness is all of a sudden erected to its full pride.
The silverdragon sighs, this has never happened to him before. He wanted to punish this thief and now this little one actually seems to enjoy that.
On the other hand, he is dominating the thief nevertheless and he enjoys the feeling of the sniffing nostrils at his rump.
The smaller dragon sniffs more eagerly for letting the powerful, virile scent of the grey dragon's tailhole fill his senses. The red dragon nuzzles tenderly at the base of that tail, admiring it and purrs quietly.
"I should return and steal from his hoard far more often", he whispers under his breath as his nose buries itself more under that tail, enjoying the penetrant smell of the larger dragon.
He takes another whiff and shudders as he inhales the earthy and musky scent.
After a few more sniffing and another fart, he can't resist any longer and gives the soft flesh above him a long lick.
"What do you think are you doing there, thief?" the silver scaled dragon protests, but his complaining changes into a lustful moan as the red dragon just purrs into the dragon's fleshy ring and starts to rub the side of his hind legs as he makes out and eats out the silver dragon's hole. His muzzle waters as he gets deeper and tastes the larger male's inside.
The smaller dragon huffs through his nostrils as his tongue slides into the tight depths and tastes the bitter iorn-like taste. He keeps licking him in and out with his wet tongue.
The silverdragon closes his eyes in delight, enjyoing that tongue inside him a big deal. Already his cock slowly slips from its sheath, rubbing against red scaled bellyscales, while he pushes hismelf greedily back against that divine feeling tongue inside him.
The red dragon rumbles at the feeling of the large cock rubbing against his belly. He pushes his tongue as deep as it goes into the larger male and massages the inner walls.
Another fart emerges and as this blast of gas again washes over his face and fills his senses,
it is too much for the smaller dragon: He writhes and wiggles weakly under the larger dragon, the heavy musk making his head spinning and without his cock even being touched he releases a large load of semen, pushing his tongue deeply back into the hole above him, eating it out.
Also the silver dragon is very close to his release, even without any further stimulation of his dragonhood.
After a few more thrusts of that wonderful tongue inside him, he rumbles and snarls in a bliss, releasing his own seed which mixes up with the fluids of the smaller dragon, soiling his scales.
The red one slowly withdraws his tongue, kissing that tight pucker a few times panting hard, his warm breath washing over it.
The silver dragon rumbles lustfully as he releases another load of his seed onto his victim, pushing firmly back against the so eager muzzle and as his climax finally fades, he leans back, still sitting on the smaller dragon's face.
"I hope, you have learned your lesson, thief."
But of course the silver dragon knows that the red one obviously has enjoyed that punishment instead of being humilated and ashamed.
Nevertheless, for pretending to have that lesson learned, the smaller dragon pants and whimpers submissively under the silver one. He kisses and breathes hard against that still intensive smelling rump and is a little bit disappointed as all ofa sudden the larger male lifts himself from the muzzle.
Without even one glance back the silver dragon disappears into his cave, taking the stolen things with him.
END.