Chapter 10: No Words

Story by Andre Valias on SoFurry

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Akalgan pushed the door open to his room with a big yawn. He

shut the door behind him and turned to his bed, but stopped in his tracks

suddenly. There before him stood Brendas, amongst a tiny pile consisting of the

clothes he wore for the night.

"I-I... Know I'm not

exactly a... M-Masseur, and..." He stammered as he clutched his tunic close to

cover himself a little, feeling really modest about his unclad and slender

form. "A-And--Well I--I have never done

this before..." Brendas murmured. Akalgan instead stepped forward with swift

steps and held Brendas in his embrace. The timid boy hushed himself as soon as

he felt Akalgan's muscular scaly arms against his warming bare skin, and the

piercing gaze of his amber eyes shining through his own soft scarlet eyes.

"I thought you left.

Why would you stay?" Akalgan asked. Brendas bit his lip nervously.

"I--uhm... I don't...

Know..." Brendas stammered. "I just

wanted... To stay with you..." He answered genuinely. Akalgan tilted his head

slightly, and the candle light shimmered in his golden stare.

"And why would you

want to be with somebody like me?" He asked once more. Brendas blinked and

took a short breath.

"I want to see the

world that you see... And I will do whatever--Whatever you want me to do--I just..." He

answered, going on and on.

But the answer was satisfactory enough. Akalgan leaned in

and locked lips with Brendas, for only a second that felt as though it lasted

an era. For some reason--For once in almost seven decades, the wandering

Dragonian vagabond wanted nothing more than to be frozen in this timeless

moment until the demons broke free of their bonds. It was almost just as uneasy

a feeling for him as it was for Brendas, and although Akalgan did not show it,

he did not know what to do. This was very different to any escapade he had at

all the brothels he had ever been to. Because he only knew that he just wanted

Brendas, and so did Brendas know that he wanted Akalgan.

That feeling somehow become longing the moment their lips

parted. Brendas felt all the heat in his face suddenly flush through his limbs

like a fire in his blood.

"Akalgan--I..." He

began nervously once again. But Akalgan hushed him softly.

"No words..." He

whispered into Brendas' ears. "Only

heartbeats..." Akalgan then lowered himself slowly, kissing Brendas' neck and

descending down his chest with gentle pecks. As he did so, Akalgan's wings

fluttered--Quivered with eagerness, but Brendas' eyes were closed as he bit his

lower lip whilst he felt lost in the feeling of Akalgan touching his body. He

got down to his knees and pulled away the shirt that Brendas was so modestly

holding to his naked form, revealing an impressive piece of dark elfhood that

pleasantly surprised the unsuspecting Dragonian. It may have been Akalgan's

being of a bigger race that lead to him always expecting the 'smaller races' to

be also small in 'other areas'.

But nonetheless, Akalgan let his tongue run slowly over

Brendas' soft yet thick cock. The wet warmth pleasured the boy's sensitive

elfhood as made evident by his soft moaning. Akalgan smiled at the sound as he

curled his tongue over and around once or twice to garner the same reaction

again and again. Once Akalgan was satisfied, he stood up and started to undo

the buckles and fittings on his cuirass. Brendas stepped forward and stopped

him, and started undoing the buckles himself. Akalgan instead stood still and

let the boy take off his armour. Brendas unclasped the cuirass and dropped it

on the floor gently, exposing Akalgan's muscular torso, the rippling abs of his

soft underbelly that was often said to be the weak spot of any Dragonkin. Brendas

softly rubbed his hands over the hardened muscles of Akalgan's chest, caressing

the greater being in front of him as he knelt down and brought his hands over

Akalgan's fastening for his hide loin cloth.

The tapering dropped to the floor upon undoing the belt,

exposing Akalgan's staggering dragonhood. Brendas was wide-eyed just by taking

it all in visually. Although it was only at half-mast, the Dragonian's

impressive 'tail' was almost as long as Brendas' forearms, and with an

identical girth as well. Brendas was so stunned and awed as Akalgan's

dragontail dripped a little with seeming excitement. His curiosity overcame his

timidity as he took the huge member in his hand, unable to cup his hand around

it totally, and stroked the hardening dragontail slowly. As he did, he looked

up at Akalgan, once again biting his lower lip and very uncertain as to what he

was supposed to be doing. Akalgan smiled, taking pleasure in the innocent look

that no masseur nor wench could possibly replicate. He gently cradled the back

of Brendas' head in his hand and pulled it close to his dragontail with strong

suggestion. Brendas gulped and opened his mouth, doing as Akalgan had done to

him moments before and pleasured the Dragonian with his tongue.

The vast difference in size between his licking and

Akalgan's own was possibly more exhilarating in the Dragonian's favour. He

closed his eyes as he absorbed the teasing feeling of the Dark Elf's

comparatively small tongue lashing delightfully against his sensitive member.

To Brendas, it was a strange taste he had never experienced before. In any

other situation, it might have been a little repulsive to the senses, but at

that moment, Brendas only wanted to be able to taste all of Akalgan's

breath-taking dragontail. Every sense had become pleasure for him, as taste was

to member, smell was to Akalgan's musky scent, and vision was to his

aesthetically pleasing and muscular form. Akalgan slowly dragged his dripping

member down over Brendas' mouth, until the tip prodded at his lips and gave

Brendas a proper taste of the precum that dripped profusely from the throbbing

cock. Brendas pulled away shyly at the strange sensation on his tongue, a web

of pre cum spanning between his parted lips and the tip of Akalgan's

full-masted dragontail as he looked up at his master and lover with an

uncertain but wanting look. Akalgan could not bear such an unintentional yet

devilishly enticing look.   

Akalgan took Brendas in his arms to the bed, and placed him

down upon the linen sheets. Brendas watched and anxiously awaited Akalgan as he

slipped off his leather gauntlets and unclasped his studded greaves. He then

pushed Brendas over gently and spread his legs apart.

"A-Akalgan..." Brendas

whimpered quietly. But Akalgan only rubbed his soft yet shapely Dark Elven

behind.

"Shhh..." He

hushed, before leaning in and passionately assaulting Brendas' backdoor with

his tongue. The boy's eyes widened instantly as he let out a wet moan, whilst

Akalgan lashed his sensitive pucker with sensual attacks. Harder and harder

became the tonguing that Akalgan soon pushed his tongue just inside Brendas'

suddenly lubricated hole. Brendas cried out softly like a helpless dog as his

master and lover had his way with him.

Soon after, Akalgan figured that Brendas was well prepared.

He ceased his assault with his tongue and instead sat on the bed behind

Brendas, spitting on his hand and rubbing his saliva over his rock-hard cock.

There was no word of warning from Akalgan when he started to push himself

inside of Brendas, the tip of his dragonhood already starting to stretch the

boy's sensitive pucker. The tightness was, in a word, exhilarating for Akalgan.

Brendas bit the pillow, as his rear was in pain with each small centimetre of

length that Akalgan slowly slid in. He then cried out once again, this time

more alike to a dog in pain. Akalgan sensed the agony in his voice, and

stopped. He then carefully pulled out what little more than an inch of his

dragonhood out from Brendas.

"I am sorry about

that. I suppose I was too eager." Akalgan apologised.

There were a few moments of silence, spare the bare pants of

Brendas. Akalgan sighed.

"Don't worry about

it, let's just get some-." He began.

"N-No... Pl-ease..." Brendas

murmured. Akalgan stopped and saw the gleam of his eye peeping over the back of

his shoulder. "I... Want you in-side... Me..."

He whispered. Akalgan thought about it, and then nodded.

"As you wish..." He

answered.

Once more, Akalgan began to slide his great dragonhood into

Brendas, slowly and carefully. The tightness of Brendas' hole was unchanged and

just as exhilarating for Akalgan as it was before. This time at least, the

entry was better received by Brendas. Although he had braced himself for pain,

he felt nothing but pleasure as his lover's hot meat slid fluidly between his

cheeks. Brendas rolled his gaze to the sky outside the window and moaned to his

ancestors with a pleasure he had never known before. Akalgan, too, moaned to

dragonkin ancestors as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to be lost in the

feeling. Soon enough, Akalgan was balls deep inside his lover, and Brendas

could feel it. Akalgan started to thrust back and forth, lightly at first, allowing

Brendas to experience further this whole new world he had just discovered.

The hot thick dragonhood that throbbed within brought

intense pleasure and heat to Brendas as Akalgan moved inside him. He could

think of nothing else in the world, nothing at all than the here and now of the

situation; that at that moment all Brendas could understand was that he was

unearthing an obscured side to himself. It was a side that wished for the

sensations to never end, and if they should still finish and cease to his disappointment,

that he would do it again and again. And only with Akalgan. As for the muscular

Dragonian, his tail flicked with glee as he thrusted faster with every minute

that passed. Akalgan then thought of something that made him slow to a stop,

before deciding to gently pull out of Brendas.

The boy was shocked, as the hedonistic side of him cried out

over its worst fear being realised. Brendas was about to turn to look at

Akalgan to see what was going on, when he was picked up suddenly and moved about.

Akalgan took the boy's place, instead lying on his wings with his tail between

his legs and still-throbbing dragonhood fully erected to the heavens. He waited

for the boy to get the hint, but smirked when he did not have to wait for long.

Brendas' newly-found primal urges took over as he shifted and positioned

himself over Akalgan's mighty spear, and lowered himself onto it. As the hot,

wet spear easily pierced his welcoming pucker, Brendas moaned loudly and

continued the thrusting motion for Akalgan. His dark indulgence was sated once

more with each sliding hilt of his behind meeting Akalgan's well-toned thighs.

As for the Dragonian, he laid his head back, letting Brendas

do all the work for him. Akalgan could definitely feel himself getting closer

and closer to climax, and certainly feeling more than pleased that he won't be

collapsing his well-built form over his lover once they were done. Brendas

rolled his hips suddenly, and the pure and surprising satisfaction for the both

of them was twicefold. Akalgan was so close, he groaned as his balls begged for

release. As their chorus of moans heightened, his pulsing member rubbed up

intensely against a special spot inside Brendas. His eyes widened upon feeling

the first time, and upon the second he immediately felt a hot-blooded sensation

rush to his own solid member. Without warning, Brendas let out a lusty cry as

his elfhood let out a gushing drizzle of cum over his lover's abdomen and

chest. Akalgan suddenly felt the boy's pucker tighten more and more around his

fervent dragonhood, until he could not hold out any longer.

With a concupiscent roar, Akalgan pulled Brendas down one

final time in an impulsive moment, and began to pump out a torrid load of cum

inside of his libidinous lover. For a few seconds, his cock pulsed as it

continued to fill Brendas with his seed. When it was finally over, Brendas

collapsed over Akalgan, and they laid together huffing and panting in their

ecstasy for a few moments. Then, with Akalgan still inside him, Brendas moved a

little so he could hold Akalgan's head toward his own. The two passionately

locked lips once again, curling their tongues around one another's and holding

their kiss for as long as they could with deep breaths in their lungs. Once

they could no longer hold it, their tongues and lips parted and they once again

laid together breathless, and unmoving. At that point, both Brendas and Akalgan

wanted to make the very same confession to one another, but the fatigue took

both their voices, and they slowly faded away into a deep sleep.

No words... Only heartbeats...