Chapter 10: No Words
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...