The air in the cave was stale, but then she caught the unmistakable smell of sulfur, “Brimstone.” She found the Dragon’s lair. Quietly, she stripped off her clothing. An earthen jug in hand and leather satchel on her back, she ventured forward pausing only to let her eyes adjust to the abyss-like blackness.
The Dragons that lived in this glen were small, only as big as a black bear, and it was her intent to mate with one. It was the cum she sought, for Dragon seed was known for its medicinal properties. This risky business was one that the women of her family had specialized in for over three thousand years – the skills passed on from mother to daughter.
Then she heard it, the low, long breaths of a sleeping Dragon. She paused to retrieve a jar of goose fat mixed with musk from her satchel. This pungent mixture she liberally applied to her pussy and ass. Dragons had horrible aim, and taking a Dragon’s cock in the ass was a distinct possibility she had to be prepared for.
She was to entice him into mounting her, letting him fill her with his seed, and then collect it in the earthen jug as it streamed down her thighs. An ancient song, taught to her by her mother, would help make him docile. Clothing would be ripped off, so she wore none, and since Dragons belched fire when they came, she had to make sure to get out of the way.
The sleeping Dragon came into view. He had brown scales, short yellow claws, and two long yellow horns. She approached slowly, softly singing the ancient tune. The Dragon stirred. It raised its head and their eyes met. She instinctively knelt and bowed her head, showing respect to the powerful creature.
Then she turned around, and getting on all fours she offered her ass to him. She heard him move closer. Then she felt a long lick – from clit to asshole – that made her moan uncontrollably. She was not expecting such pleasure, as the snake-like tongue continued to lap at her.
JW. More: “What?”
Aristoth: “Yeah, Rawr!”
JW. More: “You sound like a hoarse cat. Go back to licking me.”
Aristoth: “Yeah, about that. I’m a bottom. Isn’t there another way you could get the seed out of me, besides me fucking you?”
JW. More: “What? You could have said something sooner. I was really getting into this scene, despite the fact you’re a costumed Furry and your lair is a blanket fort.”
Aristoth: “Yeah, but it’s a pretty sweet blanket fort.”
JW. More: “Fine. How about this?”
Suddenly the licking stopped. She braced herself, expecting to be mounted, but nothing happened. She looked over her shoulder and saw that the Dragon had curled up and gone back to sleep. Confused, she sat down facing him. Did she do something wrong? Was she not desirable?
She approached slowly. Sitting down next to him, she lightly stroked his scales. Tired of singing, she switched to humming. How could she draw the seed from this sleepy dragon? As she continued stroking, he started to purr beneath her finger tips. An idea began to form.
Coating two fingers in goose fat, she slowly brought those fingers up and under his tail. Finding his tight asshole, she began to massage it. The Dragon’s purrs grew stronger, as she slipped both fingers deep inside. Gently, she started fucking him.
Still asleep, he rolled on his back. His eyes open, but glazed over. He was completely under her spell. Still humming, she reached deeper to find that special sweet spot. His cock emerged in response, and with her free hand she placed the jug on its bulbous head.
Dipping her free hand in goose fat, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and started stroking. His purrs grew stronger and she could hear a rumbling deep in his chest. She stroked faster and faster, twisting her hand on his cock, while the fingers of her other hand tapped away at that sweet spot. The rumbling grew louder, until almost deafening.
And then it happened. His cock twitched, most violently, as flame burst forth from of his mouth. The jug was suddenly overflowing with Dragon seed. She quickly grabbed the dripping jug, and with her prize in hand started to back away.
The Dragon, now fully awake, whipped his head around in angry confusion. Blinking his eyes, he focused on her for a second, before giving a long yawn and stretch of his neck. Then he closed his eyes and curled back into a ball. Though Dragons could be difficult to read, she could swear it looked like he was smiling.
Aristoth: “Wow. That was awesome.”
JW. More: “Well, it was my first-time giving a Dragon prostate massage.”
Aristoth: “Maybe next time you can use your feet on my cock.”
JW. More: “Maybe.”
Aristoth: “Can we cuddle?”
JW. More: “Yes, Dragon. We can cuddle.”
She cuddled the dragon, until he was deep asleep. Retreating from the cave, she donned her clothes then paused looking back into the darkness. This quest was definitely one worthy of note. There is more than ONE way to get seed from a Dragon…..especially if the Dragon in question is difficult.
JW. More: “Hush. Dragons don’t talk.”
© 2017 JW. More
I’d like to thank my Furry friend, Aristoth, for being a good sport and allowing me to put him in this story.
Photograph courtesy of Aristoth.