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Thorough cleaning
🕑 Added 2020-04-19 23:13:30 +0000 UTCDescription: After a hefty meal, two wyverns engage in a silly game that ends on a surprisingly pleasurable note.
Tawyr(c) belongs to: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tastywyrm/
Asharya(c) belongs to me
Artwork done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/anastasiyavb/
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Asharya did not expect the young and untested male to hunt her such a rich meal, let alone lick her clean like a submissive dog. Wyverns had their pride, but he seemed eager to indulge her with frivolities other males undoubtedly considered demeaning. It was intriguing, albeit excessive, and far too good of an opportunity to test his boundaries.
“No, you are not finished,” she said to him when he pulled back from her the fleck of blood staining her jawline, his tongue retreating into his mouth to swallow the last trails of the sumptuous meal that still marred the inaccessible reaches of her snout. “I did not eat solely with my muzzle now, did I?”
Much to his bewilderment, Asharya leaned onto her side and flexed her talons in front of him, spreading her toes to show him that his work was far from complete. Instead of backing away from the belittling task that only mates undertook for the pleasure of their loved ones, Tawyr licked his muzzle in anticipation and approached one of her aloft feet, nuzzling its soft underside and dragging his tongue along the soft-scaled surface, causing her to jerk her foot back.
“Difficult to clean you there if you are so skittish,” he said, barely able to hold back his smirk.
Skittish, was it?
To prove him just how wrong he was, Asharya grabbed the tip of his muzzle into her paw, dragging him down to her level. Surprisingly, Tawyr accepted her invitation into that silliest of hatchling games, where both wyverns had to subdue the other solely with their paws, so that their wings never came in harm’s way. As adults, they both had long, strong wings bearing a thicker and more resilient membrane, but why fight him for real and end it too quick when she could test him in other, far more exciting ways? If he did not get discouraged, she might even allow him to stay in her territory a while longer.
Since Tawyr gave her the courtesy to start, Asharya began by latching her toes around the base of his right paw, to control and immobilize his main way of subduing her. Then, she brought her free paw around to grasp his snout and hold it in place with the aid of her dew claw, but Tawyr elegantly swung his head out of her reach, grinning at her.
“Perhaps it would be easier if you stay put. Otherwise, I can’t—”
“You talk too much,” asharya said, now that his snout was in the grasp of the paw that previously held Tawyr’s right foot at bay. “If you focused more on the fight, you wouldn’t be so easily subdued like the runt you are.”
“Mhhhmmm,” Tawyr hummed in the hold of her paw, his feet relaxed and tucked together instead of tense and ready for battle. He had slim and long toes, a joy to shake off and bite, had she the chance to do so. However, the male seemed perfectly content to give up without a fight, taking pride in the belittlement of having his muzzle shut by a female.
Or so Asharya thought, for when she least expected, Tawyr lashed out with a paw strike aimed at her neck. He hesitated, however, just like any young male in his position would, and the slower, more careful speed meant not to hurt her allowed her to trap the only paw that could reach her between her jaws.
“Rrrh,” she growled her demand for his surrender. It was over. There was nothing more he could do with that entrapped snout of his.
Aside from…licking her?
Rather than concede to his better, Tawyr began to poke the tip of his tongue against the soft, pebbly scales lining the smoother bottom of her paw. When Asharya’s toes instinctively shuddered and relaxed a little, his strokes became longer, broader, encouraging her to give him more and more leeway so that he could continue those warm, wet, pleasant licks.
That was most foul, to free himself of her clutch in such devious way, but since she already had hold on his paw, Asharya chose to play his game instead of hers. When she pulled back her foot from his snout, Tawyr’s tongue followed. It slid across the length of her paw; it circled her sole to leave no scales unattended, and infiltrated between each toe to bathe the leathery surface there in his slimy affection.
And it did not stop there. Asharya’s very body trembled as his tongue coiled around one of her toes like a slimy serpent, slowly and carefully guiding it into her maw to better clean it with the heftier, meatier base of his tongue. He did that for all three of her toes, including her fourth, smaller one, taking pleasure not only in cleaning her, but providing her with an exotic pleasure only her mate would otherwise.
The wet sounds of his ministrations, together with the surprising attention he granted to a part of her wyverns rarely paid attention to, sent a swarm of warm tingles flowing through her, relaxing her to the point where she abandoned his paw to lounge back and enjoy this most pleasant treatment.
“I think that is enough for this one,” Asharya said even as her toes involuntarily fanned out to welcome his tongue between them. “In fact, it is better to stop here before you humiliate yourself too much.”
Any more of his licks, and the shudders coursing through her underbelly would simmer out of control until her liquid lust manifested on the surface between her legs.
“You asked me to clean you, and that is what I plan to do,” Tawyr said, eying her underbelly and undoubtedly noticing the soft quivers rushing through her muscles.
She wanted him to lick her there. Perhaps too much, and definitely too soon.
To abolish that irrational and lustful thought, Asharya presented him with her other paw, settling her clean one on top of his.
“Fine, so long as you are perfectly aware of who won today.”
