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Between a wyvern's folds
🕑 Added 2019-06-07 15:25:46 +0000 UTC
“I should have hatched as a wyvern,” Mazrogal said, his laughter blending with her softer, increasingly nervous purr. From the way her wings twitched and her toes clenched, he knew the wyverness’ thoughts fled to the possibility of sharing a life together. However improbable, and despite the pressing truth where they knew precious little about each other, neither could deny the attraction they felt for each other, as well as the innate instinct to make the other theirs and never risk having another steal it from them.
“But then you wouldn’t have licked my paws and…mrr…down there, for I wouldn’t have allowed you.”
“You wouldn’t have been able to stop me either,” Mazrogal said, trailing his tongue over her cleft a second time, then a third, and a fourth. Every stroke deepened the creases on his snarling snout and forced Asharya’s eyelids closer to the bottom of her eyes, until they finally shuttered, defeated by the waves of pleasure coursing through her.
She had such a soft and beautiful sex! The roughness of her plates contrasted with the smooth, heated surface of her lips in the most wonderful of ways, and their puffiness made them a joy for his tongue to explore, especially when the spreading of her legs partially opened her canal to him. At first, Mazrogal remained on the surface, using the thicker middle of his tongue to scoop her juices and stimulate the least sensitive part of her slit.
Or so he thought, for as he prepared for a fifth lick after tasting and swallowing her zesty nectar, the wyverness’ paws latched onto his horns as they did before, forcing his snout against her wildly quivering entrance. Before he had the chance to release as much as a surprised whimper, Mazrogal’s mouth and nostrils filled with her more viscous, stronger, and infinitely more arousing climax.
The wyverness kept him pressed against her while she yowled and growled her ecstasy, each of her sharp cries accompanied by a contraction of her strong muscles that forced more of her pent-up essence to the surface. Mazrogal tried his best to slurp and swallow it, but its wild, untamed taste, together with the sheer warmth of her flesh, brought him dangerously close to the verge of ejaculation.
Instead of giving him the chance to tame his fire and recover, Asharya kept him pinned against her, rubbing herself against the sensitive, pebbly scales of his nostrils and forcing him to inhale the spicy, fecund scent that she wished no wyvern, no dragon but him to savor. Together with the increased temperature of her nether flesh and the potent state of a climax delayed for too long, this experience overloaded the young male’s senses and imagination, causing his cock to throb and lurch with the inevitable motions of his own orgasm.
Too far away, and trapped into a mighty improper position to somehow find his way inside her, Mazrogal pressed his snout against her and whimpered in defeat as his seed burst out of him far stronger than he anticipated. Devoid of proper hilting, his shaft bobbed up and down erratically, sending ropes of thick, pent-up ejaculate flying into the air, painting his forelimbs, chest, chin and the wyverness’ underbelly with gooey, ivory strings. Every time his sensitive spade connected with his plates, his whines grew harsher, until they mellowed into a constant, fulfilled mewl as a tight presence wrapped itself around his knot, squeezing it in a comfortable, reassuring grip that elevated his orgasm to much greater heights.
Thanks to their small and soft surface, the fine scales lining Asharya’s tail tip felt as good around him as the tip of his snout must’ve caressed her flesh, their pebbly texture adding just the right amount of friction to enrich and prolong the unexpected but mutual elation coursing through them.
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I hope you enjoyed this lewd descriptive passage that accompanies this lovely artwork! If you wish to read the full story of how Mazrogal's snout ends up finding its way in such privileged position, you can find it here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/27459439
Asharya(C) is my character
Mazrogal(C) belongs to: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/mazrogal/
Artwork done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/journals/styxandstoned/
Comments
cheetahs
Lots of practice I guess. The more comfortable you get with writing, the more confident you feel about exploring more exotic topics, such as the one that I portrayed here. I know some people might find Asharya's stronger and more prominent scent off-putting, but I like the idea where dragonesses taste more mellow and wyvernesses stronger. Or it could be the other way around depending on who writes this theme, or they can all smell and taste the same. But I like keeping things more diverse, otherwise it just gets boring if every female tastes sweet, like I see it happening in most other cunnilingus stories I read. Sure I like that, but if everybody writes the same safe topic, things can get boring :D
yui_olp
How are you so good at this :p
