Farm Dragon
This is a story in a pseudo-real world setting. Based on the Dragon Ranch series by Ausfer.
Our main character Dawn finds herself coming into the possession of a new home and an unexpected tenant to go with it.
This is a story inspired by Ausfer's Dragon Ranch series. You do not need to have read any of the Dragon Ranch series to enjoy this story as they are independent from each other.
If a comparison was to be made, it would be that the characters from this story could get on a plane and visit the characters in Ausfer's story if there was a reason to do so, but as it is they exist in their own country unaware of each other.
If you enjoy this story, please consider reading the series by Ausfer or if you decide to read theirs first at this point, please come back to see what you think of this one. Chapter one is here:https://www.sofurry.com/view/224981
This story is about a dragon and a woman having sexy time. If you like the idea of woman sexy dragon time then you are in the right place. If not then it appears the damn rabbit took a wrong turn at Albuquerque again and you need a duck to fix things. Why don't you read this while you wait for them to sort things out.
Dawn stood on the borderline of the property that had recently come into her name. Behind her the gate screeched to a close, had clanged shut and rattled noisily. The weather worn hinges and thick spring obviously hadn't seen a drop of oil in years. Surveying the large yard in front of her, she immediately wondered if she had bitten off more than she could chew and mentally noted that the gate might be the least of her worries, when or if she could get the place into any semblance of repair.
The yard was a muddy mire just waiting to steal the next unsuspecting person's shoe, everything in the area that wasn't mud was at least brown from it and everything that wasn't dry (which was most things) either had goose down or feathers stuck in it, on it or to it. The feathers an echo of what the farm had been used for.
Marking the northern border on her left was a mess of dead blackberry bushes or maybe one that had gone absolutely crazy in the fertile ground before strangling itself and cutting off it's own light, leaving a mess of impossibly twisted skeletal bark. Within the bush there was evidence of a wooden structure very much in a state of decay and... What Dawn could only guess as the remains of a long forgotten car stored inside.
To her right was the farmhouse, but recalling childhood memories access was on the opposite side of the building from her.
Carefully moving around the building, more memories assaulted her at the sight of an old rusted swing-set and climbing frame. Just under a month ago Dawn had been surprised to receive the letter that had led her to this point. It was from a solicitor and immediately assumed it to be some sort of “send money and discover your inheritance" scam. This type of thing amused her which earned the offending paper a read, but after an initial skim through, found the information to be more specific than expected and needed investigating further to check its legitimacy.
One lengthy phone conversation later with her Mother and it seemed that everything was accurate. The property belonged to a close friend of her Mum, thinking it better to posthumously call the friend her Aunty Ayris from now on. Dawn had met her many times growing up, being one of the few people that had remained friends with her mother from childhood. The two of them had reminisced about how Dawn would be left to play outside, only to spend all day at the top of the climbing frame being guarded by geese. She had never quite forgiven her mum or them for it and silently cursed how birds with teeth were an unholy abomination.
The property itself was a freehold, but in Dawn's eyes it had always been a farm. Aside from the geese there had been two pigs, a giant sheep called Barley, tons of turkeys, an assortment of small animals such as rabbits & guinea pigs and the horses from the neighbouring farm which belonged to Aunty Ayris's sister.
Free holdings are predetermined without a Will to pass on via blood relations which initially confused Dawn as she wasn't one. The first candidates would have been Ayris's daughter, but she had rapidly lost interest due to the investment required to see a return. There was however a Will. It was requested that the freehold continue to be worked on and Dawn had a vague recollection that Ayris's daughter was rather allergic to the concept, taken the liquid assets, sold most the items that could be converted quickly and left.
Aunty Ayris's Sister would in theory have been the next with a claim, but with the amount of bad blood between the two, it was no surprise that also included in the Will was a clause that prevented her from acquiring the property either directly or indirectly as long as it remain a free hold.
As for any other relatives, Aunty Ayris's husband and two sons had passed away long ago while Dawn was too young to remember, after two back to back tragedies claimed them. Dawn and her mother decided to take a small moment of comfort in the thought that they were all reunited again after so long, even if it was bitter sweet.
With no blood relatives for the property to pass to, Aunty Ayris had tried to give the inheritance to Dawn's Mother, but being roughly the same age, her Mum felt she was too old to take on a new venture and wasn't mobile enough. Dawn couldn't resist the chance to add “don't you mean, too bionic" as her mum had been through a number of joint replacement operations and got the desired “you bugger, you" from her. That was the last that Dawn's mother had heard about the matter from Ayris and figured that she had decided to skip to the next generation as a surprise. Surprises were something Aunty Ayris was known for as she was generous to a fault and never wanted anything in return.
So there Dawn was in her new farm, a gift from her Mother's friend. Bringing herself back to reality, Dawn tore her eyes from the swing-set before heading off along to the front door. She fumbled for the keys in her satchel as she approached the front door, entering into a more enclosed area with a paved path. The yard had smelt bad, but nowhere near as awful as in the small space she was now. Involuntarily wrinkling her nose she turned from the door to try to find the source and concluded that following one of the paths up an embankment to her rear was where it was coming from.
As she travelled to the end of the path, the smell only got worse, requiring Dawn to hold the neck of her top over her face and nose. The smell had led her to a mini orchard which had a selection of different trees and all of them looked in vibrant, healthy condition. Under the trees was a different story though with the ground covered in mound after mound of pumpkin sized dung that had killed the grass causing it to rot. Dawn didn't know what animal had left all these “gifts" or if someone had left them intentionally for the trees, but she was certain she couldn't leave it in this state without feeling ill in the days to come.
After dropping off her things in the house, she spent the entire afternoon cleaning the orchard. Dawn had found an area for tools and supplies next to a weather beaten and deeply scratched walk-in freezer on the final side of the house. The job itself wasn't really the hard part as she wasn't the type of person to shy away from physical labour. What was difficult though was the distance and the amount of trips required to trudge the poo filled bins across the mud, as far away from the house as possible. Nearly all the piles had milky coloured “spined" worms on them and some of the older piles were covered in silvery threads. She hadn't seen this type of worm before, but figured that if they were breaking down this stuff, they were okay in her book. Finally with the removal of the rotten turf, Dawn scattered as much grass seed on the area as she could in the hope of restoring the area.
With a job well done and looking for some comfort, she made her way up to the main bedroom with a view to just collapse in it. She had already had the foresight on an earlier visit into the house to see if there was a bed, which there was (albeit in poor condition), changed the sheets and opened a couple of windows to air the room out. Dawn had to stop herself falling onto it after spotting herself in the dresser mirror. Dawn was covered in sweat & grime and looked utterly dishevelled. There was a muddy smudge across her forehead where she had unknowingly wiped her brow. Her shoulder length brown hair was still tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of her equally brown eyes while she had worked. It also made more sense why there were two top-loading & one front-loading washing machine in the laundry area.
Before she did anything she was going to need to draw a bath, which would have been fine if the plumbing wasn't the same as most other things on the farm. Broken, old or covered in mud. The most that the boiler could muster was lukewarm and a half flow of water which would have taken ages to fill a full bath. Somewhere downstairs there was a water pump in its death throes.
With impatience getting the better of her, she decided to use what she had gotten after roughly thirty minutes of waiting. It wasn't going to do anything for the tension in her muscles, but at least she would be clean. Pausing briefly to take in the strange headcanon she had about getting undressed in a strange house, it didn't take Dawn long to arrange her bath items ready for use. Dawn liked her towel as it depicted a rather fierce looking red dragon. She was very much a fan of the animals even if this one did look a bit angry. Normally this wouldn't be to her taste, but it wasn't until closer inspection that you would notice a baby dragon hidden away and the picture gained depth of a mother defending its young.
Discarding her clothes and stepping over the side of the bath, the water had already begun to cool down. Barely stopping a shiver running through her spine as her rear made contact with the surface, then sucked her teeth as her privates & lower back met the temperature difference. Somehow mud had even made it to her inner thigh and mentally Dawn lingered a little longer than she thought she should. Busily she lathered up her bath scrunchie with her coal tar soap, ran it across her neck & shoulders, cursed when the cold water dripped down her back. She enjoyed the natural smell, but didn't really want to spend any longer in the bath than she had to. She ran the scrunchie under her pits and round her modest breasts. Checked herself over a final time and rubbed her fingers through her lower lips to make sure everything was clean, it occurred to her how she was going to relieve that tension that had built up during the day and warm the chill that had started to creep into her from the bath.
Dawn dried herself as best as she could before creating a hair wrap from her towel. Opting to awkwardly do a nude jog back to the bedroom and feeling positively silly, she moved over to the dresser to remove the contents from her laptop bag. Dawn caught sight of herself in the mirror again and feeling a bit cheeky impulsively stuck her tongue out at the reflection. She would have done some sort of pose, but the cold managed to catch up with her to cause a shiver, plug her laptop in and head straight to the bed to spend a good ten minutes balled up under the covers letting her body heat spread out around herself into the covers.
As her hands were between her thighs already and knowing it would help warm the bed faster. Dawn placed her hand along the length of her vulva to register the sensation of foreign contact that clothes didn't provide. The short enjoyable fantasy that her hand, being the only thing stopping an invading member from pressing into her caused the early embers of arousal to flicker within her chest. She liked the pressure of having her hand there, but it wasn't going to do much for her. Dawn was going to spend some time whether she liked it or not, teasing her lust to a head and a short sharp rub without a clear fantasy wasn't going to cut it. Gently she stroked along the sides of her slit, repeating the motion similar to that used for a pet and choked back a laugh that she was stroking a pussy after all. The sensation focused her thought towards the familiar pleasure she would eventually feel from her future ministrations.
Dipping her ring finger past her outer lips towards her hole, Dawn noted that she wasn't really moist enough to begin properly pleasuring herself yet, to some very mild annoyance. The moisture she did find though she rubbed forward along her crack and flicked the nub of her cliterous as her finger left her mons. This caused a small spasm as it left and a pleasurable tingle begged her for more attention. Quickly returning to her button with her middle finger this time, Dawn gave herself a few more rubs, a sultry “mmm…" escaping her throat. With her vagina tensing around nothing, she imagined what it would be like to have something in there.
Dawn stopped herself before she could go any further and it was almost a shame however briefly it would be. Dawn righted herself, placed some pillows behind her head and pushed open her laptop. Hastily she started the mobile net and navigated the explorer using bookmarks. This method of internet was temporary as she knew how slow it could be and the frustration was already rising from how slowly the pages loaded. Dawn was torn between trying to manipulate the computer or having to return her hand to her clit to maintain her arousal. Sure she could have used her other hand, but it tended to not feel as good, distract her and occasionally cramp up. It was at this point she noticed a scratching noise coming from the direction of the window and figured that of course this place would have mice or rats.
Finally she found something that she could settle on, she was on a furry porn web-site that she visited occasionally. Dawn didn't really consider herself a furry as she had quite a few interests she indulged in before that, but really got her own appeal from it. She found it exotic, fuelled a lot of “what if?" scenarios and saw quite a bit of sensuality shown in the forms. The rate at which content was released always meant there was something fresh to motivate herself as well. Dragons had always been an attractive creature to her from an early age and remained so. It had been mentioned on a couple of forums that they also had sex for pleasure and the idea of pleasurable sex was certainly something people could relate to.
Still touching herself and using it as a gauge of which pictures she was enjoying or not. Dawn came across a comic featuring a dragonrider & her dragon. She knew it was questionable the idea of two different species, but this was what she needed to fill the fantasy gap right now. Early on, the story quickly painted enough of a picture of the world and eluded to what was going to be acted on with the promise of forbidden love. The art was good, the dragon looked handsome, while the relationship between the two main characters caused Dawn to smile. The comic was having the desired affect after some story progression and a little bit of cock had been show. Dawn was feeling warm inside & out, her liquids freely lubricated her nethers, coated her hand and her breaths shortened becoming ragged. Even the weight of the laptop on her stomach was adding to the effect as she could imagine it being a male's weight on top of her. Dawn even considered pressing her fingers into herself, but had gone this far without doing so.
It all came to an abrupt stop though when a large collision sounded outside the building… and then another. Someone was trying to break in somewhere and by the sound of it, near the tools. Pleasure had been replaced with being thoroughly annoyed and angry. Getting up and seeing the wet patch she had created meant she either needed to change the bed clothes again or coming back to a cold wet patch to sleep on, neither thought didn't do anything good for her mood. Moving to the window, she tried to see what was happening below, but by this point it was much too dark and the farm was well away from any outdoor artificial lighting. Feeling awkward she called out the window “Hey! There are people here. Go away or I'll call the police!" not knowing who's ears the message would reach. After another thump from below, she heard the culprit move away, seemingly giving up their attempt at breaking and entering.
Shaking from the adrenaline caused by the intrusion Dawn would need to check to see if there was any damage or if anything was missing. She questioned herself multiple times about actually going out and dealing with it right at that moment, but resolved to build the courage to face them head on. The person trying to break into a large metal box would have less difficulty breaking down the front door to find her naked in the bedroom. Throwing on a nightie, dressing gown, coat & boots, she began to make her way out and around to where the perpetrator had been.
Dawn used the light from her phone to guide herself and keep a watchful eye out for anyone in wait for her. She had picked up a thin piece of wood to defend herself with, but it wasn't really strong enough to consider hitting anyone without it breaking. The improvised weapon was more to make up for the courage she was short of and maybe. Just maybe. If she did find someone, it would make them think twice about approacing.
Looking over the tools, everything seemed to be there from earlier in the day. Not shaking the feeling she was being watched, Dawn looked around the area which yielded nothing, but she did catch on that there were new scratches and a couple of dents in the side of the walk-in freezer. Closer inspection, Dawn realised that there hadn't been a lock to stop someone from just entering.
Readying herself, she placed a hand on the door lever, pulled it towards her and pulled the door open as quickly as she could, to find... darkness. Moving closer and feeling the inside of the door frame for a moment, Dawn managed to find a light switch. The inside was clean with white tiled flooring, along the metal walls were shelves with boxes on them labelled lamb, pork, etc and more boxes were stacked along the back wall. Thankful that there wasn't anyone inside, Dawn let out a sigh of relief and began to laugh to herself. The thing trying to get inside wasn't a someone, but a something which had obviously been scared off. Or would have been what Dawn thought if she hadn't been knocked over at that very moment into the freezer by the said “something".
All of a sudden Dawn's world was filled with sound and noise. She was winded, on the cold floor, with meat falling from a now broken shelf. Above she managed to catch a glimpse of her assailant. She picked out draconic features nosing through the meat on the floor and actively licking at the frozen product with a “gwaff" of frustration. The dragon's tongue made contact with Dawn's leg calf and both woman & dragon jumped at the contact, moving away from each other.
Dawn was against the boxes by the back wall now and looked at the dragon which seemed to be regarding her in return. It was much bigger than she expected, easily matching the size of a horse or a bit bigger. It was covered in a layer of ivory coloured fur and had a striking furry red underbelly starting at the neck, all the way to the tip of the tail which ended in a long red tuft. Also red were stripes on each upper leg, markings on its head, inner ears and characteristic ear & wing webbing. Keeping an ever-full watch, the dragon started to look comical as it tried to lick a sausage into the corner of it's mouth without looking away from her. Dawn really couldn't read what the dragon was thinking behind it's unusual piercing blue eyes. The mirth lessened when she earned herself a “growl" for trying to adjust herself, her hips uncomfortable from the position she was in. The threatening demeanour a stark reminder of how dangerous this type of creature could be. If it wanted to harm her though, it would have done so by now, so she pressed her luck and moved slowly. The Dragon allowed it, even if it vocalised disdain at the action.
Now in a more comfortable position, she watched it manage to get the sausage in it's mouth, roll it around a little with it's tongue, decide the food was the correct shape and swallow the frozen treat whole. Did this dragon not have any teeth?
The dragon started to smell around for another and Dawn realised that the door to the freezer was very slightly ajar due to the wood she had carried to defend herself earlier. If she had something to distract the dragon then maybe it would be a shot trying to get past. The box behind her and to the left was labelled “Bacon".
“Who doesn't love bacon right?". Being watched once more for any sudden movements, the dragon's eyes followed as a hand snaked under a box flap. Just as it was going to make a move though, Dawn managed to remove a single rasher from the greaseproof paper within, hold it up and gingerly throw the bacon in between them. For how cautious the dragon had been to this point, it wasted no time in licking a the food item. Dawn reached in and threw another and then another. On the fourth piece the dragon caught the bacon in the air and started to trill happily from the enjoyment it was getting from the food and the game that had started to happen. Almost forgetting the situation, Dawn found herself enjoy this side of the dragon. The fifth piece she threw for the dragon to catch, but on the sixth it was time to put her plan into action and threw the meat towards the wall to her right. The dragon moved over a little. Another few bacon throws in that direction gave a clearer view to the exit. This was going to be it, next time Dawn would throw as many bacon pieces as she could for the thing to suck and casually, but quickly leave.
Seven pieces in hand, she waited for the dragon's attention, held them all up and tossed them to the side for the dragon to get. The dragon watched the bacon be held up, remain motionless as the bacon was thrown to the side, break eye contact to follow her line of sight, flick the wood out the gap with its tail and trap both of them inside. Dawn had known dragons were smart, but didn't expect near human levels of intellect in reading a situation like this. The freaking lizard had actually cut her off.
The dragon gave a warble as it turned back to face her. The first readable expression to her of smugness painted all over it's muzzle as it approached her position. Dawn froze having been outfoxed and didn't know what to do as the dragon started to sniff along her body. The moment it started to invade her personal space, she instinctively reached out to try and push their nose away. The dragon stopped, took a deep smell of her hand and get a far away look in it's eyes like it had discovered a new wonder. Dawn's hand received a sloppy lick. She tried to recoil her arm, but the dragon's nose & tongue pursued it and resulted in her wrist being gripped by a strong forepaw. From her vantage point she could definitely see that her captor was male due to the gradually protruding erection growing between his leg. His arousal fuelled by the scent of her hand that she had used to pleasure herself with.
The dragon had practically started to fellate her fingers as it licked and sucked on them. “This is g-getting silly now" feeling rather nervous at where this was most likely going to end up. Dawn felt silly for trying to initiate a one-way conversation, but just maybe he had some sort of understanding of language. If he did, the dragon didn't show it as it began to make a purring noise. The vibration began to have an affect on Dawn and thoughts of the comic from earlier began pervading her thoughts. There was a difference between fantasy and reality, did she really want to cross that line. There were moral and ethical issues and fantasy was one thing, but... The dragon in the comic had looked handsome to her and now that she had one here with her, the appeal was still there. More in fact. He seemed powerful… regal even. She was at his whim, she couldn't fight back if she wanted to and his grip was rock solid without causing any discomfort.
As if sensing the shift in her thoughts the dragon let go with paw and mouth. Cold air assaulted her wet hand and for the first time realised that she could see both her & the dragon's breath in the air. Dawn felt that she could just bury herself in the warm looking red chest fur in front of her. The dragon began puffing warm air from his nostrils as he began scenting across Dawn's body once again. Finally resting and nuzzling against her privates, taking a deep breath as if confirming the source of the initial feminine smell he had found on her hand before.
Unexpectedly the dragon moved away from her and waited to see what she did. It was clear that the beast was in discomfort from the protrusion it was sporting from the way he was padding his paw on the tiles and shaking from the effort to hold itself back. A myriad of warbles and trills encouraging Dawn to do… something? With the change in behaviour she even thought it might be possible to leave if she wanted to, but leaving him here in this condition almost seemed cruel even if it was her last chance. “I guess you've won me over" answered with a long pleading “cooo".
Moving toward the dragon, Dawn went to initiate, but received a “growl" and cuff for all her trouble. The blow stunned and confused her for a moment. The resistance flared her temper “Isn't that what you wanted?". Another “warble" and the dragon took to watching her again. “Warble yourself!", but Dawn couldn't remain annoyed as the dragon tilted its head trying to understand. “That was just too damn cute, I don't know what you want either" She was right, something wasn't working here and then it clicked.
Lifting the front of her nightie she exposed her wet cleft for the dragon to see. The effect was immediate and if she hadn't been on the floor already, would have been bowled over in excitement. The dragon's face was straight between her legs and a gasp once again claimed the air in her lungs. It was too much too quickly. His malleable tongue licked quickly and deeply between her lips and punish her clit. The feeling caused her to double over at the treatment and grip at the dragon's head, there were no horns to grab hold of and she had to resort to gripping the top of the base of his ears instead.
Getting a little more control of the situation, Dawn put pressure away from her slit and the dragon read that he should slow down. It did however start to purr, the vibrations reaching deep into her and bringing a new pleasure to the old. She was already close to cumming from the initial trade off. Next time she would go a little slower, but with all the stopping and starting, she didn't realise how much she needed this first impending orgasm. Dawn released her grip to rub at her engorged cliterous, giving a “moan" of satisfaction, only to have her hand moved for her. The tongue paying all of its attention to her button. She couldn't keep from crying out. Something unknown to her when she pleasured herself. All of her focus was now on one point as she reached the horizon of her orgasm and let it crash down and out with her fluids and thoughts. Her inner muscles spasmed rhythmically and the tongue just didn't stop as it lapped up her taste. The feeling milked out longer than anything Dawn was used to. Her body shook. Breath only being taken in short bursts. She loved the feeling of cuddling against the something that had done this to her and for a moment she was blissful.
The dragon lifted its head to look into her eyes, maybe to see if Dawn was okay or read if it had done a good job. Placing her hands along the dragon's jaw bone and giving a small chin scratch (That the dragon seemed to like), Dawn placed a kiss on the dragon's nose which tasted of herself. “I really need to give you a name". Letting out a trill at the comment the dragon pressed out of her hands and back to her snatch. “oh! hey!" Not expecting it to be interpreted as an invitation for round two.
She was still rather sensitive and having a sinuous tongue once again at her clit, sent twitches through her abdomen. This dragon really wasn't going to let her recover, Dawn attempted to muse as she tried to move the dragon's head away from her nub. Without much thought and following Dawn's taste, the dragon drove his pleasuring tool of choice up inside her. At this moment Dawn knew she had over compensated.
The initial discomfort at being spread with penetration, this slick appendage moved inside her. At once Dawn clamped the dragon's mouth shut around it's tongue, causing a startled, but muffled cry from the creature. The dragon attempted to pull out, but in a snap decision Dawn held fast and in a calming voice “Shhh, don't move… please" this catching the dragon's eyes to look up at her “I… I've got to get used to this". The two of them remained motionless for a time as Dawn tried to think out the next move. Again this mighty creature looking rather silly to her as it looked rather forlornly up at her. The initial shock had gone at least and it felt… nice to have her gap filled like this. The lingering feeling from the orgasm before was helping she thought. It felt best just inside herself, but was aware of how deep the penetration went.
Lessening her grip it almost seemed like she was releasing a still frame on a video. The dragon's tongue slowly began to move once more. The movement was controlled, deliberate as it looked up at her. She was spread repeatedly from the tapered tool and she could feel the beginnings of what deeper penetration could do for her. The tip of the tongue explored and seemed to be tracing the lines of her inner wall. Dawn could almost feel the analytical mind of the dragon working as it did, attempting to route out the best way to bring her to her next climax. Occasionally the dragon would catch against a spot near the top of her tunnel, causing Dawn to elicit a sharp “gasp" and it is this action that eventually broke through her resolve to remain at a steady pace.
Letting go, Dawn watched as her lover closed his eyes and really begin to enjoy himself with her treasure. She felt guilty at the treatment she had given him and felt at fault for not being able to handle his passion. “One day…" a gasp interrupting her from her thoughts. The dragon had increased in tempo with a distinct head-bob forming. His nose brushing bluntly against her. Dawn was steadily leaking lubricant, which was mingling with the dragon's saliva and spreading across his taste buds. Cause and effect at play as one fuelled the other. Dawn's orgasm was now pending release and almost triggered as he began a low purr. The vibration absorbed into her mons, distributing it through her lower body and also along his tongue into her core. Dawn was a mess as her eyes failed to focus on anything, she was torn between a state of trying to hold her breath in to counter the intrusion and moaning, gasping & having her cries ring out against the metal walls of the container in an attempt to release the energy built up by the action. “Why did this feel so good?" A single thought managing to bubble through her lust addled mind, before being swept away by the arrival of her second orgasm.
Dawn couldn't stop herself from spasming around the dragon's head and letting out a continuous moan. This time the dragon had stopped its action to savour the drenching his tongue was getting and in spite of this, Dawn didn't have an ounce of control over her body. Hands gripped and regripped at the dragon's neck fur, tears had escaped the corners of her eyes and ripple after ripple of her inner walls rolled along the appendage that had bought her to this state.
Thinking the highest peak was over with and riding the remainder down, Dawn tried to gaze down at her lover's face. What she was met with she felt, was an awfully suspicious look from the face gazing back at her. No sooner than she made eye contact, that the dragon's tongue had pressed and was moving against the most pleasurable point within her. Her second orgasm had only just that second stopped and with that one targeted deadly assault, Dawn's third crashed from her. Instinctively feeling how short lived it was going to be, her fingers flew down to her cliterous to draw the climax out for as long as she could. With the double stimulation, it felt like a nice glow had deeply settled in her pubic mound. As tired as she was there was one more round that needed to be done to make this meeting complete. This time it wasn't going to be a tongue either.
The dragon withdrew itself from her, sat away from her and started grooming himself, much like an overgrown cat on a wet day. It occurred to her that the lack of something inside her was as uncomfortable as when his tongue had first been inserted at this point. Dawn had to think about the best way to get that breeding rod inside herself. Trying to appeal to the dragon's bestial nature, she positioned herself on all fours to encourage him to mount her. Although he looked interested for a moment, the dragon went immediately back to grooming himself and found the most interesting speck of dust on one of his paw pads. Even shaking her rear for a couple of seconds couldn't persuade him otherwise, much to her frustration.
Dawn got up and moved over to the dragon. For the second time she attempted to get to his member, but to no avail. At least she didn't get a cuff this time for her trouble, simply being pushed away with the super interesting paw. Dawn tried a few more times to bridge the gap, but with the same result. The dragon seemed to be enjoying himself immensely at the newly created game and letting out happy trilling sound. “Ha ha, lizard!".
In a last ditch effort Dawn jumped at the neck of the dragon startling it and managed to wrap her arms around him. The dragon attempted to nudge her away, only to find her attached, so as a reward, he gave her a couple of face licks. Coughing and pleading Dawn asked “Please, Why won't you fuck me?". As she did, Dawn kept one arm hooked around his neck and her other reached down managing to touch the prize she was after. Once contact was made though Dawn immediately regretted the act, as the dragon tried to get away with a panicked “wail". It collided with the furthest wall from Dawn dragging her with him and ejected her off soon after.
For a time Dawn feared for her safety as he thrashed about at the opposite end of the room. When he stopped, she wasn't sure she was safe. A dark cloud had descended on the creature and expression unreadable once more. When it advanced on her the very next breath, she could be forgiven for thinking she was prey, in the same way an owl would descend on a field mouse. Instead of a rending strike, the dragon reared up and pushed her to the floor with her shoulders, the strong weight landing on her smaller frame pinned her lengthways to the floor. Unburying her face from the red chest fur to at least breath, she was met with a growl.
When nothing further happened, Dawn could only assume that being sat on must have been her punishment. Remaining motionless she mused that this was the warmest she had been in the freezer, even if it was a little bit difficult to breath. He had a pleasant earthy musky smell and felt it would be nice to cuddle against at another time. Thoughts of sex had been left by the wayside after what had happened. She was going to need to get into his good graces if she wanted to leave. It was very late after all and chances were, she would be waking up in the early afternoon.
The best Dawn could come up with was to stroke the dragon like the big furry creature he was. He gave a quizzical look at her at first, but seemed to be enjoying the treatment. Running her hands along the dragon's sides, it was remarkable how soft (all be it dirty) his fur was and working her fingers deeper, she found a tough, but malleable hide hidden beneath. She also felt his ribs and wondered when he had last had a decent meal. Dawn traced circles with her fingertips and massaged as best she could from the position she was in. It was nice to be able to repay the dragon, even a little as he gave out a contented “sigh" and shift his weight on top of her to allow better access to his haunch. Dawn suspected that like many animals he would enjoy the base of his tail to be scratched and worked her way upward to be as close to that goal as her arms would reach.
Without thinking the dragon bought it's hips forward in one fluid motion to give that tail-base access to her as well and Dawn gave out a shocked “gasp". Since the beginning of the sexual encounter he had remained fully erect and hadn't totally lost the erection during the panic episode that lead to them being here like this. Realising what had happened, he immediately tried to withdrawn, but found Dawn held fast against him. “No, I want this" she called and did her best to make calming noises for the dragon that he had used earlier on her. Looking down at her once again, the dragon made a whole array of incomprehensible sounds to her and a very strange wide eyed look painted across his features. Dawn would have tried her best to figure out what he was attempting to tell her, but with the mess of thoughts the dragon seemed to have, she was sure he didn't know either. Watching the dragon gradually calm down, Dawn imagined the cogs in his mind resetting themselves to the here and now. The returning arousal stirring to press deeper into her tunnel.
The feeling of having his member swell within her was a strange and daunting one. It was hard to imagine what it was like to have an organ that inflates itself the way that a cock does and as it did, the edge of worry crept in about the possibility of him being too big to be in her. Dawn had briefly seen his member long enough to confirm he was a male and register that he was a big boy compared to a human. With his cock fully hard again however, she discovered that she was nicely stuffed without discomfort or pain. The uniformity of his breeding tool was much nicer than the tapered appendage he had used earlier to pleasure her and touched almost all the nicest places at once.
The dragon was looking around the enclosure fairly erratically and his breathing was pretty irregular and Dawn reassured him again with a flank rub “It's okay. We aren't hurting each other". Moving her hips managed to catch the dragon's attention enough to make him “warble" and start to move within her. First drawing out and pressing back to her. He also removed some weight as he began to support himself more. The slickened friction was delicious and the way the flesh connecting them and matched in temperature, made it feel like a true melding of being. Dawn finally got why people said you could forget where one person ends and the other begins.
Focusing on the cock rubbing against her insides so well, she was becoming aware of the differences, beyond the obvious, of the dragon's dick first hand. The sides must have been ridged or something as a lot of pleasure was being caused in that area. Also something else was different at the deepest part into her, although she couldn't tell what exactly, the shape rubbed and stirred her depths with each glide. At the same time and the best Dawn could describe, was that the head touched rather than pressed like she thought it would. The final thing to note was the way that the base of the shaft appeared to spread her pussy lips wider on each thrust into her, like there was a large increase in girth at his base outside of her.
The combination of these features served to moisten her further and a single shudder ran down around the invader inside of her.
The last reservations about the sex were gradually slipping away from the dragon as he began to up the tempo. It seemed he had proceeded at a methodical pace in a bid to get used to the tightness surrounding his member and it must have been difficult to get used to the missionary position because of the unnaturalness of having his hips so close to the ground. The two found the best way that seemed to work was for the dragon to remain in a sitting position and for Dawn to be pistoned into. The dragon towered above her like this, but allowed Dawn to watch every muscle of his mighty form move in harmony and motion while he peered at her with impassion.
Altering her own position very slightly, she looked down at the meat being driven into herself. The motion was hypnotising to her. It was like a connection between the layers of her senses shook with one another. Smell, sight, taste, sound, feeling, especially feeling, told her 'This is what is happening to my body and it feels amazing'. The dragon's dick twitched inside her and Dawn hoped the dragon wasn't as close to cumming as he seemed. It was a the back of her mind that she would like to be able to orgasm at the same moment as him despite being a good distance from her own climax.
A few more minute passed and a front paw found it's way around her hips, easily lifting them upwards for the best access for speeding up. Both sensed that this would be the final rhythm to bring him over the edge. Her walls tensed as she questioned what it would be like to have the beast erupt his seed into her. Wanting to catch up, Dawn bought her fingers between her legs to play with her button again. The double stimulation bringing her along leaps and bounds, causing herself to stifle a cry before it could leave her chest, that her other hand was now resting on.
Before Dawn knew what had happened, the dragon fell back against her. With two or three weak lasting thrusts all she could do was remain pinned. After the first spasm and a rolling growl of release from him, she was flooded with his viscous fluid. It was warm and slick. It forced itself strongly from his tip past her depths. Dawn moved her kegel muscles in an attempt to continue his high for as long as possible. She hadn't managed her goal this time of releasing together, but she was tantalizingly close.
With the dragon's extended orgasm, Dawn's finally crashed down around his shaft. A “coo" reverberated from above her as she rippled. The waves rolled against the solid tool inside her with intensity. A trickle of their combined love-making somehow finding its way back out, down her skin and onto the ground. It was the finale she needed after all the ups and downs along the way.
Even after the dragon finished his orgasm he didn't move out of her and remained hard. It wasn't until her own had finished and he still hadn't moved that she had to take matters into her own hands. With a little coaxing it seemed she had redeemed herself and was allowed to move freely once more. Touching the bulbous part of his cock she unsheathed herself from the dragon. As Dawn stood, the dragon was about to begin to clean their juices from himself, but instead pulled into a cuddle around his neck and quiet “Thank you" given. Around her the light was blocked as two fur-trimmed leathery wings wrapped around her and melodious “Coo" answered in return.
To be Continued...
This has been interesting to write to say the least. I've not really wrote smut before and I've only ever been interested in writing high fantasy/sci-fi. Ausfer paints good worlds and I've really enjoyed breaking out of my comfort area. This wouldn't exist without them. Another person it wouldn't exist without is my partners who also helped inspire me and told me to upload it here. I would like to thank both of them for encouraging me. (I'd only intended this to be a stand alone story, but there is more already)
As a personal critique I know my writing isn't the strongest and my main problem tends to be tensing. I tried hard to counter it this time around, but it did interfere with the flow of my writing. Next time around I aim to enjoy myself more even if it does suffer a little. I've tried to fix it for over 15 years now, I doubt it'll be something I truly solve.
I've also never really been comfortable with dialogue, but intend not to shy away from it how I have in the past and experiment.
A weird thing I found was that even though I was putting down what I hoped is really erotic. How unaroused I have been through the whole process. I was a little bit worried that it would get in the way for the process, but it has helped get it done. On the other hand though I haven't been able to enjoy it erotically even after rereading it. It simply doesn't occupy that headspace for me. The way I have been thinking about it though is what variables and actors I can come up with. There isn't just the two characters as actors, but the environment as well.
Finally thank you for reading. ^.=.^