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bladesparkThis was the first commission I ever took! I believe there were other chapters by other authors, but this was the only piece I did. I do not know what ended up happening with the rest of the story, sorry, this is just a bit of an artifact that I felt like finally uploading, since I'm uploading some misc. old stories. :3
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A slice of life furry story about Ruth the dragon and his dominant lady-love
M/F, straight, golden showers (yes this means PEE), light D/s, breeding/impregnation, fluffy loving relationships.
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Ruth opened his eyes with a feeling of excitement. For a moment he couldn't quite remember why he was so excited. Then as his sleep-fogged brain cleared he knew. Today was the first day of his vacation! He sat up in bed and looked over at his mate. Jessica was still asleep. The soft, early-morning sunlight gleamed off her emerald scales. It played over the gentle curves of her face, and over her sweet, sexy body. She had thrown off some of the blankets during the night. And she had slept nude, as they both usually did. So he had a very good view.
He felt a stirring as he looked at her, and knew if he looked down at himself that the tip of his member would be peeking from his vent.
Jessica made a soft, sleepy sound, and opened her eyes. She stretched, and Ruth found himself licking his lips. The gesture emphasized the pert roundness of her breasts. He couldn't resist reaching out and cupping a hand over one, kneading gently.
"Mmm. Are you trying to start something?"
Ruth grinned. "Maybe."
"And here I thought you didn't like sex in the morning."
"No, I don't like sex before work. But today..."
"Today you're on vacation!" Jessica grinned back at him, then reached up and pulled him down into a hotly passionate kiss. Their muzzles met, and their tongues twisted eagerly together. Ruth couldn't bite back a soft moan of pleasure.
Eventually they came up for air, and Jessica winked impishly at Ruth. Ruth though was thinking of the reservations he'd made, and the long flight they had ahead of them. "Maybe we should get going," he said.
"What's the hurry?"
"It's a long flight to the coast. And we need to have breakfast and get dressed..."
"Nobody will mind if we're an hour late to the hotel. They're open all night you know, love. And now that you've started something, I think you're obligated to finish it."
Ruth laughed, unable to resist her. He kissed her again, and let his hands roam over her. Their bodies twined together, and as he cupped his hands under her butt and pressed her hips against his he could feel the damp warmth of her against him. That was enough to make his member emerge fully from its slit. It pressed against Jessica's stomach, and she reached between them to caress its hot hardness.
He let out a groan of pleasure, and rolled over, pulling her on top of him. She immediately positioned herself over him so that the tip of his cock was against her pussy. He eagerly pushed up as she sank down, and soon he was buried fully within her. The feeling of her hot, wet tightness around him was wonderful, and he groaned again as she squeezed and rocked her hips against him. He reached up to fondle and caress her breasts. His thumb rubbed over one nipple, and she let out a little moan of pleasure. He slid his hand down her stomach, and she sat back, still riding him, and gave him better access to her clit.
She moaned loudly when he rubbed it. He could feel her shudder around his member. He remembered what had happened the other day, when he'd rubbed just a little lower. And maybe Jessica was remembering too, for she suddenly lifted up off of him, and repositioned herself with her tailhole against his tip. "I want you to fuck me all over, Ruth," she said breathlessly, and she sank down again, moaning loudly as his throbbing maleness filled her.
He thrust up into her, and she clenched around his shaft, squeezing it tightly. He kept rubbing her clit, making her moan and writhe above him, but he finally couldn't resist the urge to slide his finger down to probe at her urethra. The tone of Jessica's moans changed, became louder, more eager, and as his finger continued to massage and probe at her he was suddenly rewarded with a hot, yellow flow across his stomach. He moaned eagerly himself, and for a moment he took his hands from her to rub her urine over his chest.
Jessica leaned over him, putting her own hand in the damp puddle. She rocked her hips against Ruth, riding his shaft, as she lifted her hand and put her dampened fingers against his lips. With a moan that was almost a whimper Ruth licked her fingers, tasting her. It was electrifying, and he moaned again. She rode him faster as he lapped at her fingers, and he couldn't hold back for long.
"Ah yes!" With a cry he came hard, shooting his load deeply into Jessica's tight tailhole.
"Oh Ruth," she moaned as she felt the heat of his seed in her.
For a long moment Ruth just lay there, panting hard and enjoying the afterglow. Jessica smiled down at him. "That was fun," she said with a chuckle.
He grinned up at her. "Yes it was."
"We should go clean up," she added, looking down at his yellow-smeared scales.
Ruth laughed. "Yeah."
They both got into the shower together. It wasn't a particularly large shower, but there was just room enough. They laughed, and scrubbed each other, getting suds everywhere.
"We should do this more often," said Ruth with a grin.
Jessica smiled at him, and put her arms around him, the warm water pouring down around them both. "Yes we should," she said. Her smile was a little bit sad, and Ruth immediately felt guilty. How many potential moments like this had he missed because he was at work?
"I'm sorry I don't spend more time at home," he said.
Jessica squeezed him. "It's okay."
"I want to provide for you. I want us to have everything we ever dreamed of. I want to succeed, and I want to have enough money that we never have to worry about anything."
"I know," said Jessica softly. "It's one of the things I love about you. But..."
He nodded. "But what good is giving you everything if I'm not here with you to share it?"
"Yes."
"I'll stay late less often. I'll take more vacations. I'll make sure there's time for us. I promise."
Jessica smiled, and kissed his cheek. He smiled back and kissed her forehead lovingly.
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An hour later they'd both had breakfast, and were on their way to the coast. They'd shipped their luggage to the hotel a few days previous, so they wouldn't be burdened by heavy suitcases. So now they flew easily together, soaring through a beautiful summer morning.
Ruth enjoyed the view, the trees and houses and fields passing below him, the sky brilliant blue all around, dotted with a handful of fluffy white clouds. Though he had to admit the best part of the view was when he slipped back a bit and admired his mate from behind. She was wearing a skirt again, and there was plenty for him to admire.
The view put in him a rather horny mood, so much so that he had to restrain himself from pouncing on her and doing something very indecent in public when they landed in front of the hotel where he'd made reservations.
He managed to keep control of his hormones while they checked in and claimed their luggage. But as soon as the door of their suite closed behind them he swept up his mate in his arms and kissed her hard. She laughed and kissed him back.
"Does flying make you horny, love?"
He grinned. "Flying with you does, you little temptress."
"Perhaps we should go inspect the bed then," she said, grinning back.
He laughed, and let her grab his hand and drag him through the living room of the suite, into the bedroom. The windows looked out onto the beach far below where the hotel perched on a seaside cliff. The bed wasn't the usual plain hotel bed, this was an iron-framed four-poster.
"Ooo," said Jessica, her grin turning wicked. "This has all sorts of possibilities."
Ruth chuckled. His mate was more than a little kinky, but he didn't mind that one bit.
They peered into the bathroom, to find it was equally lavish, with a large tiled shower and a huge jacuzzi. "I like it," said Jessica.
"Someday we're going to have a place with a bathroom like this," said Ruth.
"That's a goal I can approve of," said Jessica. She smiled at him. "But remember your promise. I'd rather have you with me in our little tub at home than be alone in a jacuzzi."
He smiled lovingly back. "I remember."
They went back into the bedroom, and soon were kissing heatedly once more. "Why don't we try out the bed?" said Jessica when they came up for air.
"Sounds good to me," said Ruth.
Jessica laughed. "Say that again when you see what I have in mind and I'll believe you."
"Oh?"
"Let me get a few things and I'll show you."
Jessica had packed two bags, rather than Ruth's one. The second now proved to be full of all kinds of interesting things, and she pulled out a coil of rope from the pile of various toys. "Be a good boy and go lie on the bed, Ruth," she said.
"If you insist," he said with a smile.
Jessica picked up a short, multi-tailed whip from the pile and snapped it at him in playful threat. "Say 'Yes Mistress,' tonight, or else!"
A little pleasant shiver went through Ruth at her kinky suggestion. "Yes Mistress," he said, and went over to lie on the bed.
"Take your clothes off," she said, standing next to the bed and idly flicking the whip against her hand.
"Yes Mistress," he said with a smile, and stripped off the jeans and shirt he'd worn.
"Very good," said Jessica.
She put down the whip and picked up the rope. Soon she'd tied Ruth's hands to the bed frame. She tied his feet to it as well, making certain the knots were snug, but not tight enough to be uncomfortable. "There. Can't let you escape," she said, and she kissed the tip of his muzzle with a smile. He smiled up at her. This was going to be a very interesting evening.
She kissed him again, muzzle to muzzle, and he kissed back. Their tongues twined together, and Ruth's heart raced faster, passion rising in him.
Other things were rising as well, his cock reacting to his arousal, slowly emerging and coming erect. Jessican glanced down at it when she broke off the kiss, and grinned wickedly. "My, what a nice, big, handsome toy I see." She trailed her hand down his chest, and Ruth tensed in anticipation of her touch. But her fingers stopped just short of him, rubbing at his lower stomach, just an inch away from the base of his cock. He squirmed, and Jessica giggled. She moved her hand down, but only to slide it aside and caress down his thigh.
Then she slid her hand back up again, but once more only teased, her fingers tracing up his skin, her hand close enough he could feel its heat, but never actually touching. He squirmed again, tugging at the ropes that held him. The teasing was driving him crazy, and she'd hardly started! Her hand circled slowly, sometimes close, sometimes further away, but never touching. After a while she cupped his balls, rolling and squeezing them gently, and he moaned. It felt so good, but if she would just touch his member it would be so much better! He moaned again, squirming harder, when she lifted her hand away entirely. "Jessica..."
"Mistress, remember?" she said, still grinning.
"Mistress," he said.
"Do you want something?"
"You know what I want!" he said, half mad with desire and frustration.
"Ask me nicely then," was her laughing reply.
He blushed, but the kinky humiliation of having to beg was nearly as arousing as the teasing had been. "Please," he said. "Please fuck me!"
"Well... I might," she said with a smile. And then her hand was on him at last, her fingers curled around his cock. She stroked it, and bent her muzzle to it. He moaned loudly when her tongue, moist and warm and wonderful, lapped at his tip. She licked down the length of him, caressing him skillfully, and her lips followed after her tongue until his cock was entirely within her muzzle.
"Oh Jessica," he moaned.
She chuckled, a muffled sound he could feel as much as hear, and started to bob her head up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Her talented tongue caressed him as she did so, squeezing and massaging him until he couldn't hold back any longer, and he came hard, shooting his load into her mouth. She drank it down, swallowing every drop as his member twitched and throbbed in her mouth. When he was done she sat back and licked her lips. "Good boy," she said with a giggle. "Now say 'Thank you Mistress.'"
"Thank you Mistress," he managed through the warm haze of the afterglow.
She stroked his scales warmly, letting him enjoy the moment. Eventually, though, she said, "I think it's my turn."
"All right," Ruth replied, expecting that she would untie him so he could attend to her pleasure. But she made no move to remove the ropes. She laughed again, that wicked little sound that meant she was thinking of something kinky, and got up off the bed. While Ruth watched, unable to do anything about it, she stripped slowly, making every motion a tease, every inch of skin bared with slow eroticism. Finally she she was done she came back to the bed. But still she didn't release Ruth. Instead she positioned herself kneeling over his face, the invitation, or perhaps demand, very obvious.
Ruth nuzzled between her legs, at the ready, eager dampness of her slit, and then began to lick at her, caressing her with his tongue. Her musky, female scent filled his nostrils, her taste filled his mouth, and he closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating only on the sensation and taste of her as his tongue lapped at her lips. She moaned above him. The sound encouraged him, and he opened his eyes again and set about doing all he could to please her. He pushed his tongue into her, lapping at her inner walls, and she moaned every louder. He used his tongue-tip to probe at her clitoris, massaging that most sensitive spot, and she writhed and let out a cry of pleasure.
Eventually he could not resist pushing his tongue-tip against her urethra as well. Jessica moaned at that, and said, breathlessly, interrupted by a low moan, "Careful. You know... Ooo, you know what that does to me."
But that didn't stop him from probing again, and again. His tongue was insistent, and the thought of what might possibly result was making him aroused again.
"Oh Ruth," moaned Jessica, and suddenly a squirt of hot yellow fluid spurted into Ruth's mouth. He swallowed it, tasting the sharp, and until now largely unfamiliar flavor of his mate's urine. This was a far more intense experience than the brief taste he'd had that morning. More followed it, covering his muzzle and dribbling from the corners of his mouth, and he drank of her as eagerly as she had earlier drunk of him.
After a long moment, during which Ruth fully enjoyed the new tastes and sensations, Jessica shifted atop him, wordlessly reminding him that he was not done yet. He returned his attention to pleasing her, working his tongue against her most sensitive parts, until at last she tensed and shuddered above him and with a cry of pleasure she reached her climax. And as much as he'd enjoyed the pleasure she'd given him, as much as he'd loved the kinky thrill of tasting her urine, it was just as good to hear her cry out and know that he'd given his love, his mate, such pleasure.
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Much later, after she had untied him, and after they had thoroughly enjoyed the spacious shower together, they lay in bed together, holding each other. "That was pretty fun," said Ruth drowsily.
Jessica smiled. "Yes it was. Maybe next time you can tie me up, and we can try it the other way around."
"Sounds good to me."
He yawned, and a moment later had drifted off to sleep.
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He stood in a bare room. It might have been his old dorm room, just after he'd packed up to move out. Or perhaps it was the bedroom, empty as it had been when he and Jessica had moved in. But where were the boxes? He went out into the hall, looking for them. All their things were in the boxes, they were important. Where were they? The hall was barren too, no boxes there. He strode down it, but it grew longer as he walked, stretching out in front of him. He started to jog, then to run, but no matter how fast he went, the hall just got longer and longer, he could never reach the end.
He could see it, distantly. A shadow moved across the doorway there at the end of the hall. It was a familiar shadow, that curve of hip and arch of tail unmistakably his mate's. That was what he was missing! Not the boxes, Jessica! He ran even faster, trying to reach her. Then the floor dropped from under his feet and he was falling. He spread his wings, trying to fly. After a crazy tumble he managed to straighten himself and soar forward, but now the hall was gone, and the light at the end of it, and Jessica too. He was flying in darkness, alone. He called out, but only his own voice echoed back to him. He dove through the air, trying to find her, to find anything. Suddenly he was in the room again, where he had begun.
"Jessica!" he called out.
"Ruth!" came her voice from the hall outside. He stepped into the hall... but she wasn't there. He saw the door at the end of the hall move, swing closed. He raced towards it. The running took an eternity, and when he finally reach it the door wouldn't open. He beat on it, slamming his fists into the door over and over, but it wouldn't budge.
"Jessica!" he cried again, but there was no answer, and he knew she was no longer there. He had lost her.
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Ruth woke with a gasp. For a moment the horror of loss was clear in his mind. But then Jessica stirred drowsily next to him. He rolled over and hugged her to him, making certain she was real. The dream began to fade from his mind, as dreams do, and a moment later he could hardly recall what had happened, only that he had had some kind of upsetting nightmare. Still, the feeling of utter loss that he had woken with clung to him. He held Jessica more tightly, and she roused enough to cuddle close to him and drape an arm over him.
The light that seeped through the imperfectly drawn drapes was indistinct, the light just before dawn. It was very early, but Ruth knew he wouldn't be able to sleep again. Jessica lay still, breathing slowly in his arms. He just held her as the dream faded further and further, and he began to slowly relax.
"Ruth?" murmured Jessica sleepily.
"Yes?"
"Is something wrong?"
"...nothing. Just a nightmare."
She turned in his arms and tucked her head under his chin. "Okay."
He kissed the top of her head, and she made a little sound of pleasure, and nuzzled against his chest. A moment later she lifted her head and kissed him on the muzzle. He kissed back, passion suddenly surging in him. Their kissing grew swiftly in intensity, tongues probing and bodies pressing together. There was no clothing to remove, for neither had dressed before coming to bed the night before. So only moments later Ruth's swelling erection pressed against Jessica's damp slit, and she rolled over willingly, pulling him atop her and spreading her legs to him. He took the invitation with nearly rough passion, thrusting hard and deep. She cried out beneath him, her claws digging into his scales as she gripped him tightly.
Their coupling was swift, passionate, and intense, much more so than usual. There were no words as they joined, only the sound of panting, punctuated with wordless, gasping cries, which grew in intensity towards the inevitable conclusion. At last Jessica cried out once more, shuddering beneath Ruth. And moments later he cried out as well, and spilled his seed deeply into her.
He lay, panting, atop her, and found himself wondering at the intensity of their lovemaking. They usually played games, flirted, and had plenty of foreplay. At the very least there would be a bit of teasing or friendly banter. This had been different, and he couldn't help but wonder if the fear of his nightmare had driven him to such passion. But if fear of losing her had driven him, what had driven Jessica? She had responded with an animal passion that matched his own.
"Penny for your thoughts?" said Jessica, smiling up at him.
He rolled off of her, to lie beside her. Staring up at the ceiling, still only dimly lit by the early morning light that seeped in around the drawn curtains, he finally said, "I was just thinking that I couldn't live without you. Though sometimes I think you'd do fine without me."
Jessica shook her head, looking over at him with a frown. "I'd survive, I suppose, but I don't want to be without you. You're my mate. I'd be horribly lonely if you weren't here."
"I guess I'm glad to hear it. I'd be lonely without you too."
Jessica turned to lie on her side, and draped an arm over Ruth's chest, pressing against his side. "I love you."
"I love you too," he said softly.
"I was thinking..." Jessica hesitated, then sighed. "Never mind."
"What is it?"
"Have you thought about us having children?"
Ruth blinked, surprised by the sudden change of topic. Or was it a change? "Children? I thought you didn't want... I mean, you're taking pills..."
"Yes. I didn't want children. I wanted to have time with you, time for us to just be the two of us, mates together with nothing between us. But we've had time. We've had years. And thinking about being without you... if we had children, even if something happened to you, I'd have something of you... I don't know if that makes sense. But if you don't want children..."
"I do want children!" said Ruth. "I didn't want them at first either, I want to be able to provide for them, and back then we were just students. But now we have enough money, and enough space. But what I want most of all is for you to be happy. And if you want children too..."
"I need to think about it some more. But I think probably I do."
Ruth turned his head and kissed her gently. "Think as long as you need to. I'll be happy either way, so long as I can be with you."
Jessica kissed him back softly, and then rested her head on his chest.
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After a long, pleasant moment just cuddled together, they both rose and dressed for the day. The summer sun was warm, though the breeze off the ocean was chilly. This was not a tropical beach. But it was a beautiful day all the same, and soon they were both frolicking in the sand. Ruth let Jessica bury him in the sand. Then they both built a sand castle together. Before the incoming tide could wash it away, Jessica tromped through it, yelling "Rar! I'm Godzilla," which for some reason struck Ruth as hysterically funny, and he laughed until his stomach ached from it.
A group of teenagers started a game of beach volleyball nearby, and Jessica joined them. Ruth opted to sit the game out and simply watched, particularly enjoying his wife's athletic form as she ran and jumped. Her bathing suit flattered her, and the sun on her emerald scales made them sparkle. Lying in the sun, watching his mate, Ruth felt perfectly content.
Later, when the sun began to sink into the sea, they went back to their room. They showered together, with much teasing and splashing and scrubbing each other's backs. Ruth sprawled on the couch, while Jessica lingered in the bathroom, primping in front of the mirror with a bit of justifiable vanity. Although she seemed to be taking longer than usual that evening. When she emerged, scales once more polished smooth, shining softly in the low lights, Ruth couldn't help but smile. She was so beautiful. He was the luckiest dragon in the world, to have such a mate as her. They cuddled on the couch, watching out the window as the sunset colors faded gradually to indigo-black and the stars came out.
"We should probably go to bed," said Ruth eventually.
Jessica kissed his cheek. "I suppose so." She got to her feet, and Ruth rose as well.
"I just need to brush my teeth," he said. "I forgot to earlier."
"I'll be waiting," said Jessica with a wink.
Ruth smiled, anticipating what that wink might mean. Going to bed didn't necessarily mean going to sleep, after all.
In the bathroom he dutifully went through the necessary hygenic ritual. Teeth brushed, he went to turn out the lights, when he noticed something. The trash can was nearly empty, the maids emptied it every day, after all. But there was a little packet in it, which he thought he recognized.
After a moment's contemplation he switched off the lights and emerged into the darkened bedroom. Jessica lay on the bed. Starlight glinted gently off of her scales, and the darkness hid little, for she had stripped her clothing off entirely.
Ruth began to undress himself. As he stripped he said, "Jessica... I saw your pills in the trash..."
"Yes."
"Then...."
"I've decided. It's time for our family to grow."
Ruth felt a jump in his chest. How could his life possibly be any better than this? To be with his mate, who he loved, and to build a future, a family with her... that was the best thing he could imagine.
He came to bed, and once more they made love. But where that morning they had met with animal passion, now they were sweet and tender, and when the final, blissful climax thrilled through him, he whispered, "I love you Jessica."
And she answered, "I love you Ruth," back.
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The next morning Ruth had just risen, leaving a drowsy Jessica still lazing in bed, when a knock came on the hotel room door.
He opened it to find a familiar lapine figure standing there, clutching a folder in one hand.
"Amy?"
"Uh. Hello Mr. Ruatha."
"What on earth are you doing here?"
"Felix sent me. He said that this was too important to wait until you get back. You just have to read through this and fax him a response." She shifted nervously, and he realized that she was once again dressed in a too-short skirt and a low-cut blouse.
"I see. Well, come in and I'll have a look at them," he said.
Amy stepped into the room.
"Ruth?" Ruth looked over to see Jessica, still entirely nude and quite unashamed of it, standing in the bedroom door. He glanced between her and Amy, and he couldn't help but think that his vacation was about to get even more interesting...
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If you enjoyed that, you might like a few of my more recent stories. You can find them for sale in various places, on patreon, on AO3, or just here on DW.
P.S. I still don't have strawberry cider! :( Maybe tomorrow.
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A slice of life furry story about Ruth the dragon and his dominant lady-love
M/F, straight, golden showers (yes this means PEE), light D/s, breeding/impregnation, fluffy loving relationships.
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Ruth opened his eyes with a feeling of excitement. For a moment he couldn't quite remember why he was so excited. Then as his sleep-fogged brain cleared he knew. Today was the first day of his vacation! He sat up in bed and looked over at his mate. Jessica was still asleep. The soft, early-morning sunlight gleamed off her emerald scales. It played over the gentle curves of her face, and over her sweet, sexy body. She had thrown off some of the blankets during the night. And she had slept nude, as they both usually did. So he had a very good view.
He felt a stirring as he looked at her, and knew if he looked down at himself that the tip of his member would be peeking from his vent.
Jessica made a soft, sleepy sound, and opened her eyes. She stretched, and Ruth found himself licking his lips. The gesture emphasized the pert roundness of her breasts. He couldn't resist reaching out and cupping a hand over one, kneading gently.
"Mmm. Are you trying to start something?"
Ruth grinned. "Maybe."
"And here I thought you didn't like sex in the morning."
"No, I don't like sex before work. But today..."
"Today you're on vacation!" Jessica grinned back at him, then reached up and pulled him down into a hotly passionate kiss. Their muzzles met, and their tongues twisted eagerly together. Ruth couldn't bite back a soft moan of pleasure.
Eventually they came up for air, and Jessica winked impishly at Ruth. Ruth though was thinking of the reservations he'd made, and the long flight they had ahead of them. "Maybe we should get going," he said.
"What's the hurry?"
"It's a long flight to the coast. And we need to have breakfast and get dressed..."
"Nobody will mind if we're an hour late to the hotel. They're open all night you know, love. And now that you've started something, I think you're obligated to finish it."
Ruth laughed, unable to resist her. He kissed her again, and let his hands roam over her. Their bodies twined together, and as he cupped his hands under her butt and pressed her hips against his he could feel the damp warmth of her against him. That was enough to make his member emerge fully from its slit. It pressed against Jessica's stomach, and she reached between them to caress its hot hardness.
He let out a groan of pleasure, and rolled over, pulling her on top of him. She immediately positioned herself over him so that the tip of his cock was against her pussy. He eagerly pushed up as she sank down, and soon he was buried fully within her. The feeling of her hot, wet tightness around him was wonderful, and he groaned again as she squeezed and rocked her hips against him. He reached up to fondle and caress her breasts. His thumb rubbed over one nipple, and she let out a little moan of pleasure. He slid his hand down her stomach, and she sat back, still riding him, and gave him better access to her clit.
She moaned loudly when he rubbed it. He could feel her shudder around his member. He remembered what had happened the other day, when he'd rubbed just a little lower. And maybe Jessica was remembering too, for she suddenly lifted up off of him, and repositioned herself with her tailhole against his tip. "I want you to fuck me all over, Ruth," she said breathlessly, and she sank down again, moaning loudly as his throbbing maleness filled her.
He thrust up into her, and she clenched around his shaft, squeezing it tightly. He kept rubbing her clit, making her moan and writhe above him, but he finally couldn't resist the urge to slide his finger down to probe at her urethra. The tone of Jessica's moans changed, became louder, more eager, and as his finger continued to massage and probe at her he was suddenly rewarded with a hot, yellow flow across his stomach. He moaned eagerly himself, and for a moment he took his hands from her to rub her urine over his chest.
Jessica leaned over him, putting her own hand in the damp puddle. She rocked her hips against Ruth, riding his shaft, as she lifted her hand and put her dampened fingers against his lips. With a moan that was almost a whimper Ruth licked her fingers, tasting her. It was electrifying, and he moaned again. She rode him faster as he lapped at her fingers, and he couldn't hold back for long.
"Ah yes!" With a cry he came hard, shooting his load deeply into Jessica's tight tailhole.
"Oh Ruth," she moaned as she felt the heat of his seed in her.
For a long moment Ruth just lay there, panting hard and enjoying the afterglow. Jessica smiled down at him. "That was fun," she said with a chuckle.
He grinned up at her. "Yes it was."
"We should go clean up," she added, looking down at his yellow-smeared scales.
Ruth laughed. "Yeah."
They both got into the shower together. It wasn't a particularly large shower, but there was just room enough. They laughed, and scrubbed each other, getting suds everywhere.
"We should do this more often," said Ruth with a grin.
Jessica smiled at him, and put her arms around him, the warm water pouring down around them both. "Yes we should," she said. Her smile was a little bit sad, and Ruth immediately felt guilty. How many potential moments like this had he missed because he was at work?
"I'm sorry I don't spend more time at home," he said.
Jessica squeezed him. "It's okay."
"I want to provide for you. I want us to have everything we ever dreamed of. I want to succeed, and I want to have enough money that we never have to worry about anything."
"I know," said Jessica softly. "It's one of the things I love about you. But..."
He nodded. "But what good is giving you everything if I'm not here with you to share it?"
"Yes."
"I'll stay late less often. I'll take more vacations. I'll make sure there's time for us. I promise."
Jessica smiled, and kissed his cheek. He smiled back and kissed her forehead lovingly.
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An hour later they'd both had breakfast, and were on their way to the coast. They'd shipped their luggage to the hotel a few days previous, so they wouldn't be burdened by heavy suitcases. So now they flew easily together, soaring through a beautiful summer morning.
Ruth enjoyed the view, the trees and houses and fields passing below him, the sky brilliant blue all around, dotted with a handful of fluffy white clouds. Though he had to admit the best part of the view was when he slipped back a bit and admired his mate from behind. She was wearing a skirt again, and there was plenty for him to admire.
The view put in him a rather horny mood, so much so that he had to restrain himself from pouncing on her and doing something very indecent in public when they landed in front of the hotel where he'd made reservations.
He managed to keep control of his hormones while they checked in and claimed their luggage. But as soon as the door of their suite closed behind them he swept up his mate in his arms and kissed her hard. She laughed and kissed him back.
"Does flying make you horny, love?"
He grinned. "Flying with you does, you little temptress."
"Perhaps we should go inspect the bed then," she said, grinning back.
He laughed, and let her grab his hand and drag him through the living room of the suite, into the bedroom. The windows looked out onto the beach far below where the hotel perched on a seaside cliff. The bed wasn't the usual plain hotel bed, this was an iron-framed four-poster.
"Ooo," said Jessica, her grin turning wicked. "This has all sorts of possibilities."
Ruth chuckled. His mate was more than a little kinky, but he didn't mind that one bit.
They peered into the bathroom, to find it was equally lavish, with a large tiled shower and a huge jacuzzi. "I like it," said Jessica.
"Someday we're going to have a place with a bathroom like this," said Ruth.
"That's a goal I can approve of," said Jessica. She smiled at him. "But remember your promise. I'd rather have you with me in our little tub at home than be alone in a jacuzzi."
He smiled lovingly back. "I remember."
They went back into the bedroom, and soon were kissing heatedly once more. "Why don't we try out the bed?" said Jessica when they came up for air.
"Sounds good to me," said Ruth.
Jessica laughed. "Say that again when you see what I have in mind and I'll believe you."
"Oh?"
"Let me get a few things and I'll show you."
Jessica had packed two bags, rather than Ruth's one. The second now proved to be full of all kinds of interesting things, and she pulled out a coil of rope from the pile of various toys. "Be a good boy and go lie on the bed, Ruth," she said.
"If you insist," he said with a smile.
Jessica picked up a short, multi-tailed whip from the pile and snapped it at him in playful threat. "Say 'Yes Mistress,' tonight, or else!"
A little pleasant shiver went through Ruth at her kinky suggestion. "Yes Mistress," he said, and went over to lie on the bed.
"Take your clothes off," she said, standing next to the bed and idly flicking the whip against her hand.
"Yes Mistress," he said with a smile, and stripped off the jeans and shirt he'd worn.
"Very good," said Jessica.
She put down the whip and picked up the rope. Soon she'd tied Ruth's hands to the bed frame. She tied his feet to it as well, making certain the knots were snug, but not tight enough to be uncomfortable. "There. Can't let you escape," she said, and she kissed the tip of his muzzle with a smile. He smiled up at her. This was going to be a very interesting evening.
She kissed him again, muzzle to muzzle, and he kissed back. Their tongues twined together, and Ruth's heart raced faster, passion rising in him.
Other things were rising as well, his cock reacting to his arousal, slowly emerging and coming erect. Jessican glanced down at it when she broke off the kiss, and grinned wickedly. "My, what a nice, big, handsome toy I see." She trailed her hand down his chest, and Ruth tensed in anticipation of her touch. But her fingers stopped just short of him, rubbing at his lower stomach, just an inch away from the base of his cock. He squirmed, and Jessica giggled. She moved her hand down, but only to slide it aside and caress down his thigh.
Then she slid her hand back up again, but once more only teased, her fingers tracing up his skin, her hand close enough he could feel its heat, but never actually touching. He squirmed again, tugging at the ropes that held him. The teasing was driving him crazy, and she'd hardly started! Her hand circled slowly, sometimes close, sometimes further away, but never touching. After a while she cupped his balls, rolling and squeezing them gently, and he moaned. It felt so good, but if she would just touch his member it would be so much better! He moaned again, squirming harder, when she lifted her hand away entirely. "Jessica..."
"Mistress, remember?" she said, still grinning.
"Mistress," he said.
"Do you want something?"
"You know what I want!" he said, half mad with desire and frustration.
"Ask me nicely then," was her laughing reply.
He blushed, but the kinky humiliation of having to beg was nearly as arousing as the teasing had been. "Please," he said. "Please fuck me!"
"Well... I might," she said with a smile. And then her hand was on him at last, her fingers curled around his cock. She stroked it, and bent her muzzle to it. He moaned loudly when her tongue, moist and warm and wonderful, lapped at his tip. She licked down the length of him, caressing him skillfully, and her lips followed after her tongue until his cock was entirely within her muzzle.
"Oh Jessica," he moaned.
She chuckled, a muffled sound he could feel as much as hear, and started to bob her head up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Her talented tongue caressed him as she did so, squeezing and massaging him until he couldn't hold back any longer, and he came hard, shooting his load into her mouth. She drank it down, swallowing every drop as his member twitched and throbbed in her mouth. When he was done she sat back and licked her lips. "Good boy," she said with a giggle. "Now say 'Thank you Mistress.'"
"Thank you Mistress," he managed through the warm haze of the afterglow.
She stroked his scales warmly, letting him enjoy the moment. Eventually, though, she said, "I think it's my turn."
"All right," Ruth replied, expecting that she would untie him so he could attend to her pleasure. But she made no move to remove the ropes. She laughed again, that wicked little sound that meant she was thinking of something kinky, and got up off the bed. While Ruth watched, unable to do anything about it, she stripped slowly, making every motion a tease, every inch of skin bared with slow eroticism. Finally she she was done she came back to the bed. But still she didn't release Ruth. Instead she positioned herself kneeling over his face, the invitation, or perhaps demand, very obvious.
Ruth nuzzled between her legs, at the ready, eager dampness of her slit, and then began to lick at her, caressing her with his tongue. Her musky, female scent filled his nostrils, her taste filled his mouth, and he closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating only on the sensation and taste of her as his tongue lapped at her lips. She moaned above him. The sound encouraged him, and he opened his eyes again and set about doing all he could to please her. He pushed his tongue into her, lapping at her inner walls, and she moaned every louder. He used his tongue-tip to probe at her clitoris, massaging that most sensitive spot, and she writhed and let out a cry of pleasure.
Eventually he could not resist pushing his tongue-tip against her urethra as well. Jessica moaned at that, and said, breathlessly, interrupted by a low moan, "Careful. You know... Ooo, you know what that does to me."
But that didn't stop him from probing again, and again. His tongue was insistent, and the thought of what might possibly result was making him aroused again.
"Oh Ruth," moaned Jessica, and suddenly a squirt of hot yellow fluid spurted into Ruth's mouth. He swallowed it, tasting the sharp, and until now largely unfamiliar flavor of his mate's urine. This was a far more intense experience than the brief taste he'd had that morning. More followed it, covering his muzzle and dribbling from the corners of his mouth, and he drank of her as eagerly as she had earlier drunk of him.
After a long moment, during which Ruth fully enjoyed the new tastes and sensations, Jessica shifted atop him, wordlessly reminding him that he was not done yet. He returned his attention to pleasing her, working his tongue against her most sensitive parts, until at last she tensed and shuddered above him and with a cry of pleasure she reached her climax. And as much as he'd enjoyed the pleasure she'd given him, as much as he'd loved the kinky thrill of tasting her urine, it was just as good to hear her cry out and know that he'd given his love, his mate, such pleasure.
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Much later, after she had untied him, and after they had thoroughly enjoyed the spacious shower together, they lay in bed together, holding each other. "That was pretty fun," said Ruth drowsily.
Jessica smiled. "Yes it was. Maybe next time you can tie me up, and we can try it the other way around."
"Sounds good to me."
He yawned, and a moment later had drifted off to sleep.
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He stood in a bare room. It might have been his old dorm room, just after he'd packed up to move out. Or perhaps it was the bedroom, empty as it had been when he and Jessica had moved in. But where were the boxes? He went out into the hall, looking for them. All their things were in the boxes, they were important. Where were they? The hall was barren too, no boxes there. He strode down it, but it grew longer as he walked, stretching out in front of him. He started to jog, then to run, but no matter how fast he went, the hall just got longer and longer, he could never reach the end.
He could see it, distantly. A shadow moved across the doorway there at the end of the hall. It was a familiar shadow, that curve of hip and arch of tail unmistakably his mate's. That was what he was missing! Not the boxes, Jessica! He ran even faster, trying to reach her. Then the floor dropped from under his feet and he was falling. He spread his wings, trying to fly. After a crazy tumble he managed to straighten himself and soar forward, but now the hall was gone, and the light at the end of it, and Jessica too. He was flying in darkness, alone. He called out, but only his own voice echoed back to him. He dove through the air, trying to find her, to find anything. Suddenly he was in the room again, where he had begun.
"Jessica!" he called out.
"Ruth!" came her voice from the hall outside. He stepped into the hall... but she wasn't there. He saw the door at the end of the hall move, swing closed. He raced towards it. The running took an eternity, and when he finally reach it the door wouldn't open. He beat on it, slamming his fists into the door over and over, but it wouldn't budge.
"Jessica!" he cried again, but there was no answer, and he knew she was no longer there. He had lost her.
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Ruth woke with a gasp. For a moment the horror of loss was clear in his mind. But then Jessica stirred drowsily next to him. He rolled over and hugged her to him, making certain she was real. The dream began to fade from his mind, as dreams do, and a moment later he could hardly recall what had happened, only that he had had some kind of upsetting nightmare. Still, the feeling of utter loss that he had woken with clung to him. He held Jessica more tightly, and she roused enough to cuddle close to him and drape an arm over him.
The light that seeped through the imperfectly drawn drapes was indistinct, the light just before dawn. It was very early, but Ruth knew he wouldn't be able to sleep again. Jessica lay still, breathing slowly in his arms. He just held her as the dream faded further and further, and he began to slowly relax.
"Ruth?" murmured Jessica sleepily.
"Yes?"
"Is something wrong?"
"...nothing. Just a nightmare."
She turned in his arms and tucked her head under his chin. "Okay."
He kissed the top of her head, and she made a little sound of pleasure, and nuzzled against his chest. A moment later she lifted her head and kissed him on the muzzle. He kissed back, passion suddenly surging in him. Their kissing grew swiftly in intensity, tongues probing and bodies pressing together. There was no clothing to remove, for neither had dressed before coming to bed the night before. So only moments later Ruth's swelling erection pressed against Jessica's damp slit, and she rolled over willingly, pulling him atop her and spreading her legs to him. He took the invitation with nearly rough passion, thrusting hard and deep. She cried out beneath him, her claws digging into his scales as she gripped him tightly.
Their coupling was swift, passionate, and intense, much more so than usual. There were no words as they joined, only the sound of panting, punctuated with wordless, gasping cries, which grew in intensity towards the inevitable conclusion. At last Jessica cried out once more, shuddering beneath Ruth. And moments later he cried out as well, and spilled his seed deeply into her.
He lay, panting, atop her, and found himself wondering at the intensity of their lovemaking. They usually played games, flirted, and had plenty of foreplay. At the very least there would be a bit of teasing or friendly banter. This had been different, and he couldn't help but wonder if the fear of his nightmare had driven him to such passion. But if fear of losing her had driven him, what had driven Jessica? She had responded with an animal passion that matched his own.
"Penny for your thoughts?" said Jessica, smiling up at him.
He rolled off of her, to lie beside her. Staring up at the ceiling, still only dimly lit by the early morning light that seeped in around the drawn curtains, he finally said, "I was just thinking that I couldn't live without you. Though sometimes I think you'd do fine without me."
Jessica shook her head, looking over at him with a frown. "I'd survive, I suppose, but I don't want to be without you. You're my mate. I'd be horribly lonely if you weren't here."
"I guess I'm glad to hear it. I'd be lonely without you too."
Jessica turned to lie on her side, and draped an arm over Ruth's chest, pressing against his side. "I love you."
"I love you too," he said softly.
"I was thinking..." Jessica hesitated, then sighed. "Never mind."
"What is it?"
"Have you thought about us having children?"
Ruth blinked, surprised by the sudden change of topic. Or was it a change? "Children? I thought you didn't want... I mean, you're taking pills..."
"Yes. I didn't want children. I wanted to have time with you, time for us to just be the two of us, mates together with nothing between us. But we've had time. We've had years. And thinking about being without you... if we had children, even if something happened to you, I'd have something of you... I don't know if that makes sense. But if you don't want children..."
"I do want children!" said Ruth. "I didn't want them at first either, I want to be able to provide for them, and back then we were just students. But now we have enough money, and enough space. But what I want most of all is for you to be happy. And if you want children too..."
"I need to think about it some more. But I think probably I do."
Ruth turned his head and kissed her gently. "Think as long as you need to. I'll be happy either way, so long as I can be with you."
Jessica kissed him back softly, and then rested her head on his chest.
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After a long, pleasant moment just cuddled together, they both rose and dressed for the day. The summer sun was warm, though the breeze off the ocean was chilly. This was not a tropical beach. But it was a beautiful day all the same, and soon they were both frolicking in the sand. Ruth let Jessica bury him in the sand. Then they both built a sand castle together. Before the incoming tide could wash it away, Jessica tromped through it, yelling "Rar! I'm Godzilla," which for some reason struck Ruth as hysterically funny, and he laughed until his stomach ached from it.
A group of teenagers started a game of beach volleyball nearby, and Jessica joined them. Ruth opted to sit the game out and simply watched, particularly enjoying his wife's athletic form as she ran and jumped. Her bathing suit flattered her, and the sun on her emerald scales made them sparkle. Lying in the sun, watching his mate, Ruth felt perfectly content.
Later, when the sun began to sink into the sea, they went back to their room. They showered together, with much teasing and splashing and scrubbing each other's backs. Ruth sprawled on the couch, while Jessica lingered in the bathroom, primping in front of the mirror with a bit of justifiable vanity. Although she seemed to be taking longer than usual that evening. When she emerged, scales once more polished smooth, shining softly in the low lights, Ruth couldn't help but smile. She was so beautiful. He was the luckiest dragon in the world, to have such a mate as her. They cuddled on the couch, watching out the window as the sunset colors faded gradually to indigo-black and the stars came out.
"We should probably go to bed," said Ruth eventually.
Jessica kissed his cheek. "I suppose so." She got to her feet, and Ruth rose as well.
"I just need to brush my teeth," he said. "I forgot to earlier."
"I'll be waiting," said Jessica with a wink.
Ruth smiled, anticipating what that wink might mean. Going to bed didn't necessarily mean going to sleep, after all.
In the bathroom he dutifully went through the necessary hygenic ritual. Teeth brushed, he went to turn out the lights, when he noticed something. The trash can was nearly empty, the maids emptied it every day, after all. But there was a little packet in it, which he thought he recognized.
After a moment's contemplation he switched off the lights and emerged into the darkened bedroom. Jessica lay on the bed. Starlight glinted gently off of her scales, and the darkness hid little, for she had stripped her clothing off entirely.
Ruth began to undress himself. As he stripped he said, "Jessica... I saw your pills in the trash..."
"Yes."
"Then...."
"I've decided. It's time for our family to grow."
Ruth felt a jump in his chest. How could his life possibly be any better than this? To be with his mate, who he loved, and to build a future, a family with her... that was the best thing he could imagine.
He came to bed, and once more they made love. But where that morning they had met with animal passion, now they were sweet and tender, and when the final, blissful climax thrilled through him, he whispered, "I love you Jessica."
And she answered, "I love you Ruth," back.
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The next morning Ruth had just risen, leaving a drowsy Jessica still lazing in bed, when a knock came on the hotel room door.
He opened it to find a familiar lapine figure standing there, clutching a folder in one hand.
"Amy?"
"Uh. Hello Mr. Ruatha."
"What on earth are you doing here?"
"Felix sent me. He said that this was too important to wait until you get back. You just have to read through this and fax him a response." She shifted nervously, and he realized that she was once again dressed in a too-short skirt and a low-cut blouse.
"I see. Well, come in and I'll have a look at them," he said.
Amy stepped into the room.
"Ruth?" Ruth looked over to see Jessica, still entirely nude and quite unashamed of it, standing in the bedroom door. He glanced between her and Amy, and he couldn't help but think that his vacation was about to get even more interesting...
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