{"sf1_id":917918,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Rekindling the Passion","author":"Cheetahs","words":6682,"posted_at":"2015-10-04T18:35:00.000Z","tags":["Adult","Aroused","Character Development","Cock","Cum","Dragon","Dragoness","Ejaculation","Erection","Feet","Fellatio","Female","Feral","Friendship","Hard-on","Heat","Love","Lust","M/F","Male","Masturbation","Messy","Naughty","Non-Anthro","Oral","Pawjob","Paws","Penis","Plot Development","Pussy","Sex","Teasing","Vagina","Vaginal","Yiff","cunnilingus","female ejaculation","licking","orgasm","seed"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/917918-rekindling-the-passion","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/917918","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=917918\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\nI\nam open for COMMISSIONS! If\nyou want your own, personalized story, Click here \nWant\nto help out this writer kitty? Then head over to my Patreon account by clicking here \nIf\nyou choose to pledge and support me, not only do you get to read some of my\nfinest stories in advance, but your support contributes to the happiness of\neveryone by allowing me to commission quality artworks of my characters. It\nalso helps speed up the writing process by allowing me to focus less on\ncommissions and more on personal work. \nIf\nyou want to see more story series and novels from me, pledging something on\nPatreon is the best way to show it :) Support a cheetah and get exciting(and\nerotic!) stories, breathtaking commissioned artwork featuring my characters,\nand an awful lot of fluffy hugs in return. Please do it! \n***This story is a commission that I have written for Kyala(aka HerPurpliness)***This story is a real gem that I kinda forgot to post during August. You all know how hectic August has been for me, but it has its upsides too! For instance, this adorable purple dragoness approached me with a request to write a short story for her. After a most productive chat session shared through FA notes, we both came up with the concept for this story. Kyala's as playful as she is beautiful. You have been warned :)Doravar(c) belongs to meKyala(c) belongs to Herpurpliness: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/herpurpliness/Rekindling the passionThe mage tower looked like it did one hundred and\nthirty three years ago. Dilapidated, with half of the roof gone, the walls\nsurrounding it thick with overgrowth. The storms had chipped at the circular\nformation bit by bit, the wards protecting them long extinguished. \nCurious, how Doravar couldn't remember how it looked\nwhen he had first conquered the fjords, along with the cliff in front of him\nupon which this mage tower was erected. It must have been whole, an onyx\nformation encrusted with rune etched minerals that fueled the spells of the\nmages residing within. They had taken his mate and clutch with their vile\nmagic, so Doravar had taken their lives and territory in return. \nOne hundred and thirty three years numbed the ache\nthat settled into his stomach to a dull tingle. Once upon a time, his whole\nframe used to tremble at the sheer sight of that thrice cursed building, urging\nhim to round the tower and bask it in a sea of red flames. The magic crystals\nlying within the heart of the tower protected it from the hungry drag flames,\nas Doravar had expected, but not from the relentless storms. \nSo Doravar stopped circling the tower, and instead,\nhe watched it crumble away from atop a cliff overlooking the tower and the\nchurning sea sprawling beyond it. His expression was blank, his gaze distant\nand unfocused while he listened to the waves crash upon the bare rock\nunderneath him. The tumultuous waters always doused the fires of rage burning\nthrough him, instilling an eerie feeling of peace within him, in spite of the\ntowering structure that raised before him, taunting him with every breath he\ntook.\nThe briny scent of the ocean filled his nostrils,\nthe moisture coating his crimson scales glistening like tiny gemstones under\nthe pale moonlight. A chill permeated the winds, more intense with each passing\nnight, heralding an early winter. \n\"You're always staring at that tower. One would\nthink it's a memento from a glorious past rather than the thing it represents.\"\nDoravar's fins and crest perked at the sound of her\nsuave voice, and his tail coiled across his side as her swishing footsteps\nannounced her approach. \n\"It reminds me who I am, and what I've become,\"\nDoravar said without getting up or turning his neck around to greet Kyala. The\npurple dragoness had visited him every night while passing through his\nterritory, and grew accustomed to his aloof attitude, so why bother?\n\"It's nothing but a ruin, dull and lifeless. Why\ndoes it still have a hold over you?\"\nKyala settled on her haunches besides him, her wings\nrustling from the night's breeze. \n\"Better a ruin than the thing it used to represent,\"\nDoravar said, catching a glimpse of her inquisitive light blue eyes. He knew\nthat look, and shook his head before she could say what he already knew. \n\"But it's been abandoned for over a--\"\n\"No,\" Doravar cut her off, curling his neck to the\nright to present her with his stern gaze. \"I told you who used to inhabit that\ntower. Mages. The sort that had killed dragons like us with a word and a\nthought.\"\n\"Mages,\" Kyala drawled. \"Oh, you mean the ones who\ndied more than a century ago.\"\n\"Their magic lingers, a curse upon the land, upon any\ndragon foolish enough to brave their domain.\" Doravar switched his attention\nback to the tower, shifting his weight from side to side, his toes scratching\nat the layers of grass in irritation. \nKyala chuckled, shifted closer to Doravar and licked\nhim under his chin, making the red dragon's fins and crest shudder from that\nwarm, tickling touch. \n\"There are no curses. No mages, no magic, and nobody\nwho dares hunt us anymore. All this time spent in the presence of a barren\nruin, and a dragoness who glimpsed it in passing knows more than you do.\"\nShe certainly believed she did. Doravar couldn't\nfault her for it. Like any hatchling born after the Mage Wars, Kyala grew in a\nprosperous land with little to fear. Although most of the wards ran out,\nsomething still kept the tower from collapsing; an ancient force still lingered\nwithin those decrepit walls, reminding Doravar of who used to reside within. \n\"Why are you here, Kyala?\"\n\"Umpf, that question again.\" She snorted, then padded\nover to Doravar, rubbing her side and limbs against him, her softer purple\nscales rustling against his broader, rougher ones. \"You only ask me that every\ntime we meet, you stiff, grumpy lizard.\"\n\"It's my special form of greeting, one that you love\nenough to visit me daily instead of flying off to the Derathi Highlands.\"\n\"Hmpf!\" Kyala blew a puff of smoke in his face,\nsettled on her belly next to him, then ran her tongue along his neck to make a\npoint Doravar knew far too well. \n\"I prefer the physical sort of greeting. Words don't\nwarm me during a cold night.\"\nDoravar draped a wing over her frame, engulfing her\nsmaller, nimbler body under a crimson, living blanket. \n\"Does a wing suffice?\"\n\"Rrrr, not quite,\" she trilled, her snout prodding\nat one of his neck fins so persistently Doravar shuddered and tucked it away.\n\"Add a lick or two, and you have a purring dragoness.\"\nHer request made Doravar's tail tip swish from side\nto side. Kyala wouldn't stop after a lick or two. She would want more, and\nmore, until... \nHe decided to distract her for the time being,\ninching a forepaw closer to hers at a slow, tantalizing pace. Kyala noticed it,\ngrabbed his bigger paw with surprising ease and flaunted one of her encouraging\nsmirks. \n\"If you want something, claim it. Better ask\nforgiveness than permission, although I'm still debating whether to forgive you\nfor making me feel unwanted or not.\"\nHer high energy levels stirred Doravar's blood,\nmaking the purple tips of his crest and ears grow a shade darker from the heat\nwelling within him. He used to be like that, a dragon who had not lacked the\ncourage to lick a dear like her over the snout, rest his chin on top of her\nneck, or nibble playfully on her nicely curved ivory horns. The passing decades\nchipped at him, however, leaving him in a similar state with the tower he\nalways stared at: a ruin that didn't belong in this time and age. \n\"I'm not sorry for making you blush. At least it's\nan improvement over your morose self.\"\n\"My morose self doesn't seem to think that.\"\n\"Oh?\" Kyala arched his neck to nuzzle and lick the\nsensitive membrane of the wing sprawled across her. \"When we first met, you\nwere cold and rigid like your precious mage tower. Now we're both comfortable\nin each other's embrace, and your fins are so delightfully warm I can't help\nbut lick them.\"\nKyala always kept her word. Brash and overeager, her\nsnout advanced upon Doravar's triangular head, running across his angular chin,\nrubbing his scales with the soft ones covering her nostrils, then brushing her\npurple tongue over the lower base of a fin. \nDoravar drew back after a single stroke, his heart\npumping too hard, his muscles suddenly tight. \n\"I thought we are just keeping each other warm.\"\n\"Of course we are. I'm just helping speed things\nup.\"\nThe forepaw that gripped his tightened its grip\nwhile the other rested on top of his horns, her toes curling around the bony\nformation while her tongue switched over to his snout. Doravar held his breath\nat first, his crest erect, every scale upon his body tingling from the warm\naffection Kyala drenched him with. Her melodious purr flared to life, so rich\nand beautiful, its rumbling touch tugging at Doravar's heart. \nLick her in return? Show her that he wasn't the\nwithered husk everybody believed he became?\nHe certainly tried, but his jaws refused to part,\nand instead of a pleasant hum, he released an uncertain growl, which only\nserved to stoke Kyala's mirth. \nThe dragoness stopped her gentle ministrations with\na giggle, fondling his crest between two dexterous toes while her warm eyes\nbore into his golden ones. \n\"For such an old dragon who is no stranger to a\ndragoness' caress, you certainly sound like a panicked hatchling who is about\nto mate for the first time.\" Her crest shuddered with pent-up excitement as\nthat one word left her tongue. Her head tilted to the side a little, her\nfeatures brightening all of a sudden. \n\"Oh. Maybe that's what you need. To mate. Only the\ngods know how long it has been since you last released your unexpressed\nfrustrations into a paw, mouth, or a female's tight and slick sanctuary.\"\nDoravar's heart lodged within his throat. His wing\nretreated from Kyala's frame, fleeing to his side as warm snakes slithered down\nhis spine. To mate? With her? \nKyala must have found his puzzled expression\nadorable, for she rolled onto her side, her head rested on top of Doravar's\nforepaws, snout close enough to his own to plant a few licks between his\nnostrils. \nDoravar retreated, his growl thin, laced with panic.\nHe never considered mating Kyala. She was such a lean beauty, with soft\nfeatures emphasized by her slender crest, fins and delicate pair of horns that\ncurved across the back of her skull slightly. Her belly scutes brought out her\ngorgeous eyes, and Doravar never dared peak under her tail, for fear of\ntriggering those suppressed instincts he buried at the back of his mind. \nNo--he couldn't mate her. He wanted to protect her,\nlove her, treasure her. He was too old, a relic of the past, unable to provide\nher with what she sought.\n\"That look again, grarrrr,\" Kyala growled, her jaws\nlatching upon his neck, applying slight pressure that made Doravar yelp. \"Don't\ndeny me this, Doravar,\" she half said, half hissed before releasing him to balm\nthe ache with soothing tongue strokes. \"Don't dare turn me down.\"\nShe was so cute when she wanted something, even more\nso when she switched upon her side to grip his neck with her forepaws while one\nof her hinds disappeared under his belly. Doravar's muscles tensed, her touch\nurging him to lean onto his side, one hind paw aloft, her caress too delightful\nto his hard but sensitive belly scutes. \n\"Kyala, I don't know what you see in me, but I'm not\nwhat you seek. Something broke within me, a piece that has long drowned into\nthe sea of time.\"\n\"Let's see if we can find it.\"\nHer hind paw connected with his aloft one, her\nslender toes slipping between his, embracing it in a fierce grip. The other one\ncontinued to slither across his stomach, between his haunches, eliciting soft\ngrowls and shudders from Doravar, whose crest swayed with visible nerves. \n\"This is foolish. You'll find nothing but\ndisappointment down there.\"\nKyala didn't reply. Her hind tightened around him\nwhile the white claws of her forepaws bit into the hard scales of his neck,\ndragging him close enough to press her nostrils against his in a short but\nlovely kiss before she sealed the deal with a slow, tantalizing lick. \nDoravar practically simmered by now. Following\nKyala's cue meant reverting back to the dragon he used to be, a dragon that had\nbeen gone for the past century. \n\"I--I can't Kyala, I'm hrrrrrrrrrrrr,\" he growled as\nher hind paw discovered his slit. \n\"You're what, Doravar? Please tell me.\"\nHow could he speak, when his rich hum permeated the\nair around them? Her toes slid across his slit with expert grace, the perfect\ncombination of smooth scales and tantalizing claw tips brushing over an area\nturned overly sensitive by the passing of time. It was no wonder that the\nflowing caress of her toes triggered a visible spasm that traveled through\nDoravar's underbelly, urging his member to poke out and greet her expecting\ndigits. She cupped his tapered tip right away, his hardening meat already\ncoated with the sharp scented moisture ever present within his slit. \nDoravar's wings trembled in their sockets, his lips\npulling back into a faint snarl at the smooth, kneading motion around his shaft\nthat urged him to grow bigger and stiffer. \n\"I'm--I am....grarrrrrrr!\"\n\"You are hard. That's what you are. And more eager\nthan I ever anticipated. I can just keep my toes still while your throbs do the\nrest, rrrrrrrrrr?\" \nWith his malehood filling Kyala's paw with every\ncurt throb, something snapped within Doravar. A sudden urge claimed his senses,\nforcing his snout to rub against Kyala's, his tongue to slide over her neck, up\nto her crest, and between her horns, a deep, affectionate growl rippling\nthrough his throat.\nThat took the dragoness by surprise, her purr\ngrowing to a higher pitch as she clenched harder around Doravar's hind and\nshaft. \n\"Now be honest,\" she said, guiding his tip between\nher toes, stroking him once, then curling them inwards to massage the rest of\nhis shaft. \"How long has it been since your last release?\"\n\"A...very long while,\" Doravar muttered, his voice\nshaking in unison with the throbs wracking his malehood. \n\"I can tell,\" Kyala said, a lewd smile spreading\nacross her face. \"You're the first male whose ridges flared seconds after I\ngrabbed you in my hind.\"\nShe teased the shallow ridges lined along his base,\nrunning the tips of her toes along their length, kissing them briefly with the\ntips of her claws before wrapping her paw around his shaft in a tight enough\ngrasp to draw a muffled growl from the male.\n\"I'm your friend now, Doravar. It's my responsibility\nto look after your needs, and a bit of affection and physical contact is\nexactly what you need after being on your own for so long.\"\nHard to disagree with that. Doravar had to\ndisentangle from her hind and shift onto his fours, his jaws tight against one\nanother as his hips bucked out of their own accord, driving his member through\nKyala's lean toes. Every trace of logic vanished from his mind, drowned by the\njolts of electrifying pleasure spiking through him whenever he pushed his girth\nforward.\nIt had been so long. Too long since his crest\ntrembled and swayed. Too long since his fins turned a deep purple from the fire\nwelling within them. Too long since his member pulsated with such vigor inside\nthe tight confines of a paw. Kyala's grip felt surprisingly good to him, her\nsmaller, softer scales much more pleasurable to his receptive shaft than his\nown. \nThe dragoness trilled with excitement, her tail\ncoiling around Doravar's while her other hind paw curled around his thigh, claw\ntips pushing against the layers of durable crimson scales. Her toes clenched\naround Doravar every time he grinded against her paw or speared through a pair\nof toes glued tight to one another, his tapered tip serving its purpose more\nthan well.\nShe liked this. Almost as much as he did. It made\nhis heart soar, to notice her snarl of bliss at mating her paw, to listen to\nher pleasant trill. Kyala now sprawled upon her back, her trembling slit all\ntoo visible to Doravar, already moist and puffed up with genuine excitement. It\noozed the thick, earthy scent of arousal, so intoxicating to a dragon who\nhadn't felt its touch in so long. \nDoravar lifted his head, holding his breath to block\nit, least his passion spilled forth. His eyes half lidded with the effort to\nfight back the demanding surges of pleasure rippling through the ridged base of\nhis shaft, his tail stood on end, and he began to push harder and faster\nagainst her paw, his desire to breed surfacing at last. \nIn an attempt to distract himself from the all too\nconsuming pressure that threatened to overtake him, Doravar's eyes shifted to\nKyala's paw upon his thigh, then to her drooping jaw. The dragoness panted and\nhissed with obvious lust from his wild strokes, her purple tongue darting\nacross her flared nostrils that picked up the scent of their combined arousal.\n\"Yes, that's it. Remember, Doravar. Remember how\ngood it feels to mate.\" Her voice was barely a whisper, thin, ephemeral. It\nquickly dispersed into Doravar's rougher purr, the male entirely focused on the\nabrupt swings of his hips as he sought to work himself up to completion. \n \"You're\ngetting closer now. I can feel it, rrrrr!\"\nShe emphasized that by gripping his shaft tighter,\neliciting a muffled roar from Doravar. His thrusts became erratic as Doravar's\nforepaws fell on either side of Kyala, his wings unfurled to shield her from\nthe light drizzle that began to fall. \nIt felt so good. Every fiber within Doravar's frame\nquaked from the deeper, slower, more fulfilling strokes his hips acquired,\nintent on prolonging the bliss. His mind clouded by the instinct to breed,\nDoravar pushed harder and deeper between Kyala's toes, forcing his ridges\nthrough her wiggling digits, growling every time he did. \n\"Kyala, I don't...don't know how long--\"\n\"Grrr, don't speak,\" Kyala urged, switching her free\nhind paw over to his snout, toes latching around it from all sides. \nTrapped in his blissful state, Doravar's first\ninstinct was to poke out his tongue and slide it across the middle of her paw.\nKyala shuddered at that, her grip lessening with each subsequent stroke, until\nshe retracted her paw a few inches away to allow Doravar complete access over\nit. \nDoravar closed his eyes, surrendering to the immense\npleasure coursing through him. It was all brought by Kyala's wonderfully\ndexterous toes, and the vast amounts of pre he spurted into her paw made that\ntight sanctuary the perfect place to thrust into. Kyala helped as well,\nshifting her toes around him, kneading at his girth, sometimes thrusting her\npaw against his member in between Doravar's own strokes. \nThat drove the male wild with lust, enough for his\nhindquarters to lower a tad as that demanding fire smoldering within his\nunderbelly threatened to spill forth. Doravar contained it a moment longer\nwhile his tongue traveled across each of Kyala's digits that tempted him with\nplayful wiggling motions, caressing them in the most intimate of ways before\ncurling his tongue around a pair that he dragged into his maw. The brief\nsuckling upon those delightful digits sent visible ripples through Kyala's\nlimbs and belly, her sharp growl twining with Doravar's rougher one. \n\"You deserve this. Deserve this moment of relief.\"\nHer alluring words, coupled with the increasingly\ntighter and faster massage around his shaft, broke through Doravar's\nconviction. The red dragon's crest splayed across his skull, his fins tucked\nagainst his cheeks as he buried his snout deep into Kyala's paw, relishing her\nwarm grip and the way it muffled his sporadic roar. \nAfter one last thrust through her toes, Kyala\nshifted her attention to his ridged base, weaving her toes around them, holding\nhim so tight Doravar had no choice but to unleash his fiery essence upon her\npurple scales. \nHis lips nibbled at one of Kyala's toes as his\ntapered tip spurted ropes of ivory essence upon Kyala's haunches and belly\nscutes, some of them landing upon her dainty slit, making Kyala shudder and\ntrill her delight. Midway through Doravar's orgasm, her hind paw shifted over\nto his tip, cupping it within the confines of her paw to feel his rhythmical\nthrobs, along with the might of those rich, ivory lances that splattered upon\nthe surface of her paw and clenched toes. \nDoravar's focus dwindled for a moment, colored dots\nspeckling his whirling vision. The surges of pleasure slithering through his\npulsating meat overpowered his senses, smothered them, left him vulnerable to\nthe waves of constant bliss assaulting his frame. His wings still tensed in\ntheir joints, his tail jerking to the side every time he loosened a delayed\nspurt into Kyala's shuddering paw. Her digits wiggled around him, milking his\ntapered tip, stroking it a few times to strengthen Doravar's faltering growls.\n\"Keep going,\" she cooed. \"I want you utterly spent.\"\nAs he tapered off within the protective grip of her\npaw, Doravar's breath returned to him, hard and ragged. He gave Kyala's slack\npaw a few more licks, then thrust into her seed drenched hind a couple more\ntimes, spreading his creamy essence evenly across her purple scales. \n\"I'm--I'm done,\" he said, blinking his eyes to clear\nthe sudden drowsiness that fell upon him. \n\"I can tell. You had so much inside you,\" Kyala\ncrooned, her dreamy gaze making Doravar feel suddenly self-conscious. He\ntarnished her beautiful body with his essence, the musky stripes dashing along\nher belly and wings oozing a sharp fragrance that brought a snarl upon Kyala's\nface. \n\"And your seed has quite the exquisite scent. You\nknow what they say about things that get better with age, right?\" She reached\nout with a forepaw towards her messy hind, scooping a line of seed with a\nstretched claw, then brought it back to her snout, her nostrils widening as she\nsniffed it before her tongue wiped her claw clean of Doravar's seed. \nDoravar's heart skipped a beat when she did that.\nHis mate had never favored the taste of seed, whereas Kyala trilled from its\nexotic touch, her tongue dashing across her snout in quite the lewd fashion.\n\"Very savory. You've been feasting on young does,\nhaven't you? That's why your seed is so creamy.\"\nHe dipped his head in approval before his eyes\ndarted left and right, uncertain of how to proceed from now on, his fin tips\npurple from the embarrassment coursing through them. Kyala's seed stained paw made\nthe choice for him as she waved it back and forth, stretching and tucking her\ntoes expectantly.\n\"It's your doing, Doravar, and you know how I love a\nthorough grooming session.\"\nDoravar reached for her messy hind and licked it\nclean, each tongue stroke making Kyala's breath shudder and hitch in her throat\noccasionally. Her toes flexed under the caress of his tongue, fanning out to\nallow him complete access over her hind. The poor thing was so worked up from\nher paw ministrations that her whole frame stiffened, and her wings splayed\nacross the ground to expose their lighter shade. \nWatching a dragoness expose the light blue of her\nbelly for him sent warm tingles through Doravar's limbs. Most males in his\nposition would have had eyes for her purple slit only, coated with layers of\nboth seed and female arousal, the puffy lips standing out amidst her belly\nscutes. Doravar, however, found his gaze drifting towards her eyes, so warm and\nfull of unbridled passion. \nAfter he licked a shivering toe one more time, he\npadded over to her, nuzzling her crest and neck, humming at her lightly as he\nnudged her chin. \n\"Kyala, I'm very--\"\nHer forepaw covered his snout in an instant. \n\"I seduced you, haven't I? Whatever you have to say\ncan wait. Let's not break the immersion of this moment.\"\nDoravar teased her with a dash of his tongue across\nher snout. When the dragoness leaned her head back and purred suggestively, he\ncontinued along her neck, lathering her purple scales with a layer of saliva\nthat made them glisten under the moon's suave caress. \n\"Mrrr, you're so skilled with your tongue,\" Kyala\npurred, her eyes closed while she basked in his pleasant treatment. \"I feel\nsorry for all of the dragonesses that tried to grab your attention and failed.\"\n\"There have been no dragonesses,\" Doravar confessed,\nswitching over to a forepaw, climbing his way slowly to her fanned digits.\n\"Only me and this tower.\"\n\"Mmm, now it is me, you, and the tower. Careful how\nattentive you are with us two. One is bound to get upset if the other tugs at\nyour attention much too often.\"\nDoravar's crest burned with a fierce blush, like it always\ndid when Kyala made a move on him. He churned with the urge to ask her why. Why\nhim? A dragoness like her could have had any male she wanted at the tip of her\nclaws, and yet, she chose him. \nRather than dwelling on that matter, Doravar's snout\ncontinued its meandering path along her body, his tongue leaving no patch of\nscales untouched. For an already moist and horny female, that proved almost too\nmuch, her toes curling inwards every time a shudder heralded her want for\nrelief. \n\"Make sure to clean every trace of your mess. I'm\nway too relaxed to do it myself.\"\nWay too aroused, she meant. A foreign touch always\nfelt better than your own, and Kyala knew exactly how to get under Doravar's\nscales. \nOnce he reached her hindquarters, Doravar pinned her\ntail down with his own, sat on his haunches to free his forepaws, and grased\nher left hind paw with a fore, allowing his digits to slide between her toes so\nthat their paws locked together. Then, he slowly dragged it to the side while\nhe ran his tongue down her inner thigh, licking away traces of dust and globs\nof seed on his way towards her exposed slit. \nKyala's frame tensed, her tail tip twitching with\nimpatience, her wriggling toes mirroring it. With his senses still dull from\nhis orgasm, Doravar felt unusually brave, enough to blow a puff of warm air\nupon her slit before switching to the other thigh. His free forepaw caressed\nher taut muscle, groping it with soft, tantalizing embraces, the pressure of\nclaws exerted upon her hide eliciting weak growls from Kyala.\nDoravar's own hum returned to his throat, pleased\nwith her reactions, until her snort of irritation urged him to disentangle his\nsnout from between her toes and face her. \n\"When I made my request, I hardly expected you to be\nso methodical.\" Her hind paw clamped down upon his fore, squeezing him hard\nenough to get her point across.\n\"That is one side of me you will have to get used\nto,\" Doravar added, offering her a meek smile as he teased her wiggling toes\nwith a nuzzle. A few licks over them got Kyala purring. The nibble that\nfollowed drew a surprised gasp from her, the dragoness hardly expecting\nDoravar's teeth to caress those tiny and rather soft scales. She pulled her paw\nback, but Doravar's snout followed suit, licking away her apparent discomfort. \n\"Grah, that tickled,\" she said, but her fleeting\ngaze that ran to her slit suggested just how much Doravar's little trick\nexcited her. He played along, letting her toes guide his tongue along them,\nbetween them, her paw turning and grasping at his snout and fins in the most\nsurprising of ways. \n\"There. Have I made amends?\" Doravar asked.\nKyala's hind paw latched around his left horn,\nguiding him towards her slit. \"Hardly. For a dragon who aims to lick my belly\nclean, you sure left quite a few spots in the middle.\"\nDoravar did that on purpose, and the way his seed\nlanded upon her slit made that all the more fulfilling. Rather than starting\nwith the obvious, his tongue flowed across her belly, wiping away those ivory\nstripes, and moving inwards once her scales regained their purple luster.\nWhen he reached her sex, Doravar slowed down with\nhis licks, circling her slit with his snout, and only poking his tongue out to\nbrush away the droplets of seed marring her belly scutes. Although the\nplate-like formations were meant to block every blade in existence and lacked\nsensitiveness, the mere thought of that tongue advancing upon her exposed lips\nmade Kyala's breath grow labored and her crest flatten along her spine in\nanticipation. \nHer reaction fueled Doravar's conviction to give\nKyala a memorable experience. Ever since they met, she nurtured that dying\nspark within him, stoking it, flaring it bit by bit, until its warmth seeped\ninto Doravar's mind, melting away that crippling doubt which kept him from\npursuing happiness. \nBecause of that, he rounded her slit with short,\ncareful tongue strokes, slurping away the arousal that leaked from her puffy\nvent in tiny rivulets. Thin yet slimy, it bore a smooth, earthy fragrance, its\ntaste stirring Doravar's blood, making him crave for more of that delicious\nfemale nectar. \n\"You're snarling. How cute!\" Kyala's mirthful voice\nfelt weak, slightly diluted against the torrent raging within Doravar's mind.\nPrimal lust filled his senses, made stronger by the passing of time. Even after\nreleasing his burdening seed moments ago, a female's arousal still drove\nDoravar crazy with lust. \nForeplay all but forgotten to him, Doravar sought to\nclench his thirst by dipping his snout into Kyala's heated folds, taking a deep\nwhiff laden with her scent, then slurping the nectar off her shuddering lips,\nreleasing a feral growl as he pulled back, staring at Kyala while her juices\ndribbled down his soggy chin. \n\"I've seen males give in to their feral side after a\nsingle slurp, but none was as voracious for my sex as you are. Rraaarrr, tuck\nin,\" Kyala growled back at him, swatting his inner thigh with her tail, her\nhinds clenching around his forepaw and horn. \"Show me how an old, cranky, and\nmore than horny dragon treats the first female that exposed her belly to him in\nmore than a century.\"\nHis female. That struck a chord with Doravar, who\ntowered above her splayed body, her slit at the mercy of his snout. Although he\ntried taking deep breaths to suppress that wild side of him and calm down his\nracing heart, the aftertaste of her juices lingered upon his tongue, fettering\nhis senses, urging his snout lower, lower, right upon those dainty lips. \nDoravar kissed them briefly, unable to contain his\nurge to nibble upon them with his scaly lips. Kyala loosened a trill from this\nunexpected turn of events, the pressure exerted upon her already swollen folds\nso blissful the dragoness' toes stretched briefly, only to clamp down upon his\nforepaw. \n\"Keep going. Don't hold back,\" she said\nbreathlessly, shudders rippling through her haunches and slit. \nDoravar gave her no moment of respite, lapping away\nat her folds with broad, sweeping strokes of his tongue. He didn't pierce her\nyet, intent on slurping every single droplet of arousal off her belly scutes and\nlips before resting his snout upon her vent, inhaling her exquisite aroma, then\nexhaling warm puffs of air upon her lips, making Kyala giddy with excitement. \nShe licked her snout in anticipation, swiping away\nsome of the nervousness welled within her. She had probably thought of this\nmoment multiple times, playing it over in her head, wondering how Doravar's\ntongue or member would feel inside her. \nNow, she had the chance to find out. \nAfter taking a deep breath, Doravar parted her\nheated, trembling folds with his long tongue. Thinner at the tip, and thicker\nand barbed towards the middle, his flexible appendage put an end to Kyala's\npurr, replacing it with a thinning growl that grew in intensity the deeper he\nsank into her nether depths. Her muscles contracted around him, pulling him in\nwith those rhythmical throbs, Kyala's shuddering moans, swaying hips and\nclenching toes only serving to emphasize her need. \nMore of Doravar's tongue followed, his barbed half\ndisappearing into the moist, purple vent. The soft protrusions caressed Kyala's\nlips in all the right ways, shattering her moan into a deepening growl. \nToo much. Too deep. Too fast. \nDoravar swirled his tongue inside her, collecting as\nmuch of her earthy juices off those smooth, muscular walls as possible before\nretreating to swallow and rub her lips with the soft scales of his nostrils to\nkeep her on the edge. \n\"Hrrr, I almost--almost came,\" Kyala stuttered\nthrough the panting breaths she took. \"I didn't know you had a barbed tongue!\"\n\"Now you do,\" Doravar replied, an elegant smirk\netched upon his face as his forepaw grasped her hind in a tight embrace. The\nfirm touch of paw upon paw added to Kyala's pleasure, her toes stretching and\ncurling inwards constantly, emphasizing her impatience at getting off from\nDoravar's tongue. \nHe pressed his snout tighter against her slit,\nsqueezing those swollen lips, the texture of his scales flaring Kyala's\npleasure. Her tail wrapped around one of his hind legs, squeezing at him\npersistently, just like the muscles of her vent did.\nHis barbs followed shortly after, brushing against\nher slit, then slipping into her trembling passage, all too eager to receive\nsomething tight, muscular and flexible within its sensitive confines. Doravar\nkept his tongue rigid while stretching her, getting Kyala accustomed to his\ngirth, allowing her to mold around him before twisting his tongue tip this way\nand that to further spread her apart. \nRather than pulling out of her, Doravar remained\ninside, advancing upon her cervix bit by bit. The deeper his tongue slithered,\nthe tighter Kyala became, and the louder her growls, hisses and moans grew. The\nspasms rushing through her insides picked up in intensity as well, drenching\nDoravar with fresh waves of arousal. With extra lubrication to ease his\npassage, he had no trouble pushing most of his tongue inside Kyala, teasing\nthat tight ring of flesh with the swirling tip of his tongue over and over\nagain, her moaning growls music to his ears. \nPushed so close to her orgasm, Kyala sought to\naugment her bliss by thrusting her hips against Doravar's snout, the cream\ncolored horn protruding from the tip of his snout almost disappearing into her\ndelicate depths during a harder and more satisfying shove of her hips. Doravar\nshifted his snout to the side just in time to avoid hurting Kyala, his tongue\ntwisting and turning inside, allowing his barbs to stimulate her past the point\nof no return while his tongue tip relentlessly rammed at her tight cervix, one\nof the most sensitive regions that a long, serpentine tongue like his could\ntease. \nKyala's response was immediate. Her hips shoved hard\nagainst his snout, her slit slamming upon his sensitive nostrils, making\nDoravar snort and push his tongue deeper inside Kyala. That triggered the\nunrelenting clenches of her tightening depths, the flowing motion meant to\nsuckle the seed out of a male's member. And she had such a strong grip! Almost\nas hard as the pressure her toes exerted upon his forepaw when they curled\ninwards from the too demanding pleasure flooding Kyala's body. \nAfter she fluttered her wings a few times and rolled\nfrom side to side, Kyala's frame fell limp, her eyes scrunched tight as her\nroar burst out of the depths of her chest. Shudders marred its rich tone, and\nit quickly faltered into whimpering moans as strength fled from Kyala's frame\nin the form of thin rivulets of savory female cum. \nHer shuddering insides splashed them against\nDoravar's snout with unrelenting spurts, each richer than the last. He flinched\nas they splattered all over his face, some of it sneaking its way into his\nnostrils, filling them with the most pleasant scent Doravar ever inhaled. \nOnce her tremors died down and her walls loosened\nenough around Doravar to retreat his tongue, the red dragon began slurping her\nexcess juices, lapping at her folds with an eagerness that surprised even\nhimself. He felt like a hatchling who pleasured his first female, so addicted\nto her nectar that he had to drink in every drop. \n\"Weeeell,\" Kyala drawled as she exhaled her pent-up\nsigh. \"Your tongue rivals the mating abilities of other males for sure. Maybe I\nshould rely more on it and less on what sprouts from between your haunches,\nrrr?\" she growled playfully, bumping Doravar's slick snout with the tip of a\nhind toe. \nDoravar gave it a brief lick, then retreated a few\nsteps from Kyala's slit, staggering onto his fours from the intoxicating haze\nof bliss that weighed upon his mind. Mate her. That was what he wanted the\nmost. To mate the female whose scent and taste filled his mouth and nostrils.\nHis member poked from his slit as well, encouraged by the lewd thoughts\nswirling through Doravar's lust addled mind. \nBefore it had the chance to grow, Doravar settled\nonto his belly, his jaws clenched to suppress a growl of discomfort at\nsmothering his untimely erection. \n\"Oh, come on! I wasn't serious!\" Kyala strode over\nto him, flopping onto her back to knead at his shoulders with her forepaws.\n\"Unless you think more of your tongue and less of your member.\"\nHer giggle made Doravar feel more conflicted than\never. Here he was, entertaining a dragoness who had one of her most fulfilling\norgasms. Because of that, her expectations of him grew, leaving him in a\nperpetual state of self-doubt that battled with the eagerness to be the friend\nKyala wanted him to be and mate her whenever she wanted to mate. \nShe\nwould be my first, Doravar realized. The first after my mate.\nOne hundred and thirty three years, and he still\nfound it difficult to go ahead with something more than paw and tongue\nfrolicking. \nNoticing his pensive mood, Kyala shifted onto her\nbelly, placing her forepaws on top of Doravar's while she rubbed her cheek\nagainst his chest, her soft purrs dispersing through his scales. \n\"You think too much and barely mate. What are you, a\nhuman philosopher?\" \nIn another life, Doravar would have laughed. This\ntime, he only licked Kyala's crest, the underside of her fins and the\nresponsive areas around her horns, urging her to lower her head upon his\nforepaws and enjoy the grooming. \nKyala did just that, unable to resist the\naffectionate strokes of a tongue after such a draining orgasm. \"We're friends,\nDoravar. That means we look after each other.\"\nHer words warmed Doravar, and the reassuring weight\nof a dragoness resting in his embrace reminded him, for just a brief moment,\nabout how it felt to have a mate.  ***THE END*** This is the first but not the last appearance of Doravar. You will see him around in the future. That, I guarantee.  \nYou know what else makes this kitty extremely happy? The\nincreasingly bigger crowd of people who are Supporting me on Patreon. If you want\nto become a part of them and read quality stories well in advance of the other\nfurry sites where I submit them. To support me, simply head over to this link\nand choose your pledge level: https://www.patreon.com/cheetahs?ty=h\nEvery month brings with it two to three stories, plus a\n\"Where Snow Never Melts\" chapter and even artwork that I commission!\nIf you're interested in a story shaped\nto match your own tastes and interests, Click here\nto commission me and start your own adventure. \n\n\n"}