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Please feel free to leave me comments. I'll upload a new version when I get around to looking over it a little more closely.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This is a rough draft of a story that I decided to throw together. Please feel free to leave me comments. I'll upload a new version when I get around to looking over it a little more closely.", "writing": "Callum’s Encounter with a Water Dragon \n\nAuthor: Gabriel DRAKE \nReleased On: Inbunny.net \n\nLegal Notice: This story contains adult content and graphic \ndescriptions of sexual acts between a human male and a male \nmythical creature. This work may be classified as bestiality and may \nbe illegal for you to read in your region. You have been warned. Please \ncontinue to read only if you are at least 18 years of age. \n\nCopyright Notice: This work is intellectual property of the author and \nmay not be copied, redistributed, published, and/or sold without the \nexpressed consent of the author. Authorization is given to retain a \ncopy of this work for personal home-use only. This is the Inkbunny.net \nrough draft release and may not be posted on any other website or \nforum. Please contact the author at \n\t\tgabriel_drake_writes@hotmail.com \nif you believe that a copyright infringement has been made. \n\nCopyright Date: August 4, 2012 \n\n\tCallum knelt at the edge of the pool, and dipped his cupped hands \ninto the water a second time. He brought his hands to his lips \nand drank deeply. He didn’t even mind that the water was fairly warm, \nhis thirst overwhelming his objections. With his immediate need stated, \nhe dipped his waterskin into the water to fill it. \n\n\tIt was then that he spotted something that caused him to freeze in \nplace. A feeling of unease washed over him as he peered into the set \nof eyes which glared back at him. His mind struggled to understand \nwhat he was looking at. The set of eyes appeared to be part of the floor \nof the pool nestled within the autumn leaves that collected there. They \nwere a pale green and slitted like a cat’s eye. \n\n\tThe sounds of the forest around him faded out of his awareness. He \nstared intently, waiting for the realization that the orbs as he spotted \nwere just simple stones at the bottom of the small pool of water or perhaps\njust the light reflecting strangly on the water. But that realization \nnever came. \n\n\tHe was finally broken out of his reverie when both of the eyes blinked \nslowly. It was not like the closing of a human lid; instead a near transparent\nsliver of skin slid out of the corner of the eye covering it completely,\nbut briefly, before retracting back. Callum stood upright and \nshuffled backwards. \n\n\tBefore him, out of the water, rose a scale covered creature. First, the \ntriangular head appeared; it was broad across the top and narrowing \nsharply to its muzzled nose. I had no ears, just boney ridges at the \nsides. A sharp fin-like protrusion jutted from the center of the forehead \nand over the top of its head. \n\n\tA thick neck, as large around as Callum’s thigh, followed it. What \nappeared to be gills lined either side, dripping water as they left the \npool. Those green eyes never broke their gaze with Callum’s. \n\n\tBoth his fight and flight instincts struggled for dominance and in \nthe end both won out. Callum’s hand reached for the sword hilt at \nhis side and at the same time, his feet began to propel him quickly \nbackwards. The backs of his bare knees felt the scrape of the bark on \nthe log that was lying across his path, but before Callum could register \nwhat it was he was already falling backwards. \n\n\tHis hand struck out in attempts to catch hold of anything that \nwould break his fall. However, they flailed in the empty air. He felt \nhis ankle tangle on one of the branches protruding from the log and his \nback struck what he was sure was solid rock. The air rushed out of his \nlungs in a gasp. Blackness swam in from the edges of his vision. \n\n\tAmazingly, Callum never lost consciousness. The pain came a few \nheartbeats later; however, he was glad that it was the dull ache of a \ndeveloping bruise and not the nauseating, lurching pain which accompanied\na broken bone. He had only those few heartbeats to try and \ncatch his breath before Callum felt the log under his knees sink under \nadditional weight. \n\n\tHis vision was still a bit hazy from the fall, but Callum could make \nout the scaled beast towering over him. He instinctively reached for the \nhandle of his short sword again. It was then that the recognized the \nshape of the sword pressed into his back. It must have become twisted \nunder him as Callum fell backwards and he had landed squarely across \nthe steel flat of the blade. \n\n\tHaving little hope left of escaping the maw of the monster above \nhim, he shamefully threw up has arms in attempt to cover his face and \nneck. Maybe the creature would see him as weak and have pity on him. \nCallum new how pathetic his action was, but he had little else to go on. \n\n\tBut the expected attack never came. There was no lunge at his \nupturned arms. No tearing and rending as the beast eviscerated him. \nCallum could hear the beast’s breath, and for that matter he could feel \nthe gentle tremor of each inhale as the log shuddered under his knees. \nHe knew it was still there. \n\n\tCallum realized his own breath was caught in his chest at the anticipation\nof an attack that never came. He took a ragged breath, all the \nwhile trying to keep his breathing calm. And then he peered between \nhis upturned hands. \n\n\tThe creature was definitely still there. Callum could see it in a little \nbetter detail now. It was unlike any animal he had ever seen. Small \nleaf-shaped scales covered it like armor. They were nearly-black, but \nwith a faint iridescent green that shimmered slightly when caught by \nthe light. Its head was turned down and slightly to the side. Callum \ncould see a small ear-hole, for lack of a better word, on the side of its \nhead and assumed there was a matching one on the other side. \n\n\tIts gaze was locked on something and he was certain it eying it \ncuriously. Callum had seen the same look on his sister’s favorite mouse-\ncatcher, an orange haired cat tomcat, when she would lure him around \nthe cottage with a length of twine. He followed its gaze downward and \nembarrassingly realized what it had spotted. \n\n\tIn the fall, Callum’s kilt had upended. His family colors seemly \nabandoning his little warrior to fend for itself. He instinctively tried \nto pull his knees up to cover himself, still not quite ready to lower his \narms. However, he found one leg still tangled in the tree branch and \nhis other grazed scaled flesh before he dropped it back down. \n\nThe creature brought his snout closer to Callum’s exposed flesh and \ninhaled deeply. The intake of breath caused a rush of cold air the \ngrazed across his balls before bringing his scent to the creature’s nostrils.\nHe looked on in fear as he watched the creature’s tongue slide \nacross its jaws in the universal symbol of hunger. For the first time the \nmonster’s menacing set of teeth was exposed; a thousand serrated little \ndaggers. \n\n\tDetermined to not lose his manhood, Callum decided he’d rather \nlose a hand than lose that other precious part of himself. Strange, \nconsidering the first thirteen years of his life he was indifferent to it, \nbut in these last four years it he had done much to make up for those \nyears of neglect. He quickly moved his hands to cover himself. \n\n\tHe was just in time get his hands cupped over his meat, when he \nfelt the beast’s tongue on his knuckles. Callum’s eyes had snapped \nshut on their own accord as he was sure he was about to become the \nmonster’s next meal. He didn’t feel the sharp dagger-teeth rending his \nskin, instead the wet and slightly chilly tongue continued its assault \nagainst the wall his hands formed before it. \n\n\tHis defenses failed to hold, however, and Callum felt the tongue \nrake across his left testicle. He couldn’t help but gasp, and not just \nbecause of the cold, wet organ across his skin, but in the sheer pleasure \nof it. He felt his dick rising. It had turned traitor and was attempting to \nescape Callum’s sheltering palms. As it grew, the beast’s tongue found \nits target more and more often. His hands were becoming slick with \nnot only the creature’s saliva, but his own precum as well. \n\n\tHe gave up trying to resist and let his hands fall to his sides and \nopened his eyes. He gave the beast complete access to his now rigid cock \nand he heard what he could only describe as a purr emanating from its \nthroat. Its tongue wound itself around Callum’s member, feeling like \na slick hand. It had even begun to warm up, most likely do the heat \nradiating from Callum’s body. \n\n\tIt felt amazing as it pulsed around Callum’s shaft. Pulling gently \non his foreskin and sliding it back and forth over the sensitive head. \nCallum was practically panting in ecstasy. The pain is his back nearly \nforgotten; fading into mere discomfort. \n\n\tThe creature released Callum’s cock as it carefully over the log, careful\nnot to step on Callum’s prone body. It turned its head back to his \ndripping cock. This time it slipped its tongue under the hood of Callum’s\nforeskin and lapped at the precum pooled there. Callum almost \nexploded when he felt the tip of the tongue tickling his piss-slit, but the \ncreature must have realized this and concentrated instead on lapping \nat Callum’s balls again. \n\n\tBetween waves of pleasure that left him temporarily stupefied, Callum\nobserved the creature beside him. The fin-like protrusion which \nstarted in the center of its forehead, ran along the beast’s spine, down \nits back, before merging with its tail. In total, it was actually slightly \nsmaller than he had thought before; maybe 8 feet long from nose to \nhindquarters. Its tapered tail, which seems to be quivering on the forest\nfloor in excitement, was another 6 feet long. \n\n\tNestled between its hind legs, which Callum also couldn’t help notice\nended in webbed claws, he spied a slit in the beast’s scales. It was \nsurrounded by a slight mound of softer flesh. Tentatively, he reached \nout a hand and gently slid it over the scales on the creatures side. They \nfelt rough and hard; he doubted his touch was even felt. But as he \nguided his hand under the creatures belly and further back, the scales \nwere finer, thinner. He strained to reach his goal, the fleshy mound but \nit was just out of reach. His touch there, however, was clearly felt as he \nfelt the absence of a tongue on his stones. \n\n\tHe looked down to see the creature looking back at him with those \nstartling cat-like eyes. It moved a little closer, and Callum felt the \ndripping slit under his fingers. He brought his wet fingers to his mouth. \nHe breathed in the somewhat musky smell, before tentatively tasting \nthe liquid on his fingers. \n\n\tIt was amazing. Slightly slimy but tasting both slightly salty and \t\nsweet at the same time. He ran his fingers of the whole length of \nthe slightly parted mound, gathered more, and brought it back to his \ntongue. It was intoxicating and he needed more, he wanted to taste it \ndirectly from the source. \n\n\tCallum propped himself, upon on his elbows and slowly pulled his \nlegs free of the tree limbs and fallen trunk. He groaned a bit as he \nrolled himself over on to his hand and knees and turned to face the \ncreature. \"You certainly are a horny lass aren’t you.\" Callum was surprised\nat how gruff and throaty his voice sounded. \n\n\tThe creature seemed to know exactly what he wanted, and it rolled \nover onto its side. It wasn’t quite on its back, but Callum now had free \naccess to the delicious honeypot before him. He had listened raptly to \nhis older brother’s stories of nightly conquests with the village chieftain’s\ndaughter and new kind of what to expect. Still he suspected this \nwas a larger slit than his brother ever came across. \n\n\tHe was still on his knees, but now with an arm propped across the \ncreature’s belly for support. He gently guided his tongue over the glistening\nmound before him. He was in heaven as he attempted to drink \ndown as much of this sweet nectar as possible. He felt that his kilt \nwas raised and the now all too familiar tongue lapping at his dangling \nballs. This goaded him on further and he pressed his tongue directly \ninto the slit before him. \n\n\tHe started massaging at the mound coaxing more of the sweet liquid \nonto his waiting tongue. But then he felt something strange. Something\nhad moved within the mound and pressed against his tongue: \nsomething smooth and fleshy. He kept working the mound under his \nfingers. \n\n\tWhen Callum pulled back to catch his breath he noticed a little \nblack nub poking out of the slit before him. His brother never mentioned\nanything like this before. He watched in amazement as the \nblack nub poked out a little further. Pushing its way out of the slit \nwas a thick black cock. There was no foreskin covering its tip, but its \nshape was still unmistakable. \n\n\tThe head was ringed with three slight ridges which were mirrored \nby three additional ridges near the base of the shaft. Or at least Callum \nhoped it was the base of the shaft. What was visible was already pretty \nmassive, measuring half again the length of his own cock and much \nthicker. The tip glistened with a pearl of precum that dribbled down \nto slip between the ridges. The musky smell was overpowering and \noverrode any doubts Callum had about what he was about to do. \n\n\tHe traced his tongue along the ridges, sought out that rivulet of pre-\ncum, and gulped it up. Then he traced its path back to the source and \nguided the tip of the monster cock into his mouth. He began sucking \nthe delicious liquid directly from the source. He tried to force as much \nof the dragon meat into his mouth as he could while pumping the shaft \nwith his free hand eager to taste more of the delicious liquid. \n\n\tThe assault on his dangling nuts had ceased and the tongue now \nmoved upwards to Callum’s exposed pucker. He groaned around the \nmassive cock in his mouth when the tongue gently writhed at the entrance\nto his ass. Callum could feel it slowly working its way into him. \nHe never imagined that he could feel anything so amazing. His virgin \nasshole was gently stretched open to accompany the invading tongue. \nThe sensation of it writhing within him was indescribable. \n\n\tUnable to concentrate on the cock, which was dribbling precum \ndirectly down his throat, Callum released his grip on the shaft and \nreached back to pull his kilt higher and to spread his ass wider. He \nwas only half-heartedly slurping on the dragon meat in his mouth, and \nit slipped out slapping wetly on the creature’s belly. \n\n\tThe tongue ticking his inner recesses was wonderful, but now Callum\nwanted, no needed, something more to fill him. The very idea \nforming in his mind was terrifying, but he was already beyond that \nnow. He eyed the phallus in front of front of him, swallowed and pulled \nhimself forward. The tongue pulled out of his backside as he moved out \nof range of the creature’s mouth. \n\n\tHe swung his leg over the beast’s midsection. Callum’s foot couldn’t \nquite reach the ground on the other side and still keep his right foot \non the ground, but he was sure that it could hold his weight. He didn’t \ndare give himself time to change his mind and guided the pole to his \nalready slippery hole. \n\n\tCallum looked down at the face of the monster beneath him. I may \nbe on top, though Callum, but I’ve definitely become his bitch. And he \nknows it too. A throaty version of a laugh emanated from the creature’s\nthroat as if to confirm it as Callum eased himself down onto the \nthrobbing cock beneath him. \n\n\tThe tongue bath he had just received had left his asshole wet with \nsaliva and the copious precum that the beast was producing made the \ninitial entry fairly easy. And when each of the three little ridges slipped \npast his pucker ring, Callum let out a gasp. He gritted his teeth expecting\npain as he eased himself further down shaft, but none came, just \na sense of fullness and pleasure as he could feel the ridges rubbing his \ninsides. \n\n\tHe pressed his hands, fingers splayed, on the chest of the dragon \nbeneath him. The scales felt cold beneath his palms, but he could also \nfeel the pounding its heart and the rush of air with every intake of \nbreath. He adjusted to the fullness within him and slowly began to \nrise back up, and then plunge back down. He was overwhelmed by the \nsensations within him. Callum started panting and bucking himself \nwildly. He felt the beasts tail encircle his waist, it guided his movements:\nhelped steady Callum when he rose up, and pulled him quickly \ndown again. \n\n\tCallum could feel the first of the lower cock ridges now each time \nhe plunged down. He whimpered; he wanted it inside him so badly. On \nthe next downward motion he felt the tail tighten and pull him further \ndown. The first ridge popped in and Callum gasped again. he moved to \nrise up again, but the tail kept pulling him down. Callum’s eyes meet \nthe green eyes of the dragon in front of him. When the second ridge \npopped in, he stiffled a yell. And when the third and final slide into \nhim he gave a gutteral, animal-like shout of pleasure. \n\n\tHe attempted to push himself back up again, to feel those rings of \npleasure entering him again, but his was pulled down again by the tail \naround his waist. And then he felt the pressure building inside him. \nThe cock buried deep in his ass was expanding. And soon he didn’t \nneed the tail to limit him to short little bounces, he couldn’t pulled the \ncock out of his ass ring if he wanted to. \n\n\t\"Fuck.... Ass.... Cock.\" A stream of words started pouring out of \nhis mouth punctuated by sharp intakes of breath, as he was struggling \nto verbally describe what he was feeling. The knot forming within him \nwas pressing against something deep inside that was driving him crazy. \nEach little bounce drove the ridges running its girth, over an intense \npleasure point beneath the base of Callum’s own cock. Soon the words \nwere overtaken but incoherent noises. \n\n\tCallum could feel the rumbling roar building deep in the dragon’s \nchest, before it was released. And with it came the torrent of cum deep \nwithin his body. This only hastened his own orgasm, which came not in \nthe jerky spurts he was accustomed to when he brought them on with \nhis hand. Instead it came in waves and so did him cum. It was like it \nwas being forced out of him with every little thrust of the ridges across \nthe pleasure spot within. His cum collected on the inside of his kilt, \nand although he was curious, he was far to exhausted to see how much \nof it he had produced. \n\n\tInstead he tilted forward, splayed across the creature’s chest. His \narms unconsciously reached up to encircle its neck for support. He felt \ntwo strong arms cradling him back and the wetness of a tongue licking \nat his face. Then, sleep claimed him. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Callum’s Encounter with a Water Dragon

Author: Gabriel DRAKE
Released On: Inbunny.net

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Copyright Date: August 4, 2012

\tCallum knelt at the edge of the pool, and dipped his cupped hands
into the water a second time. He brought his hands to his lips
and drank deeply. He didn’t even mind that the water was fairly warm,
his thirst overwhelming his objections. With his immediate need stated,
he dipped his waterskin into the water to fill it.

\tIt was then that he spotted something that caused him to freeze in
place. A feeling of unease washed over him as he peered into the set
of eyes which glared back at him. His mind struggled to understand
what he was looking at. The set of eyes appeared to be part of the floor
of the pool nestled within the autumn leaves that collected there. They
were a pale green and slitted like a cat’s eye.

\tThe sounds of the forest around him faded out of his awareness. He
stared intently, waiting for the realization that the orbs as he spotted
were just simple stones at the bottom of the small pool of water or perhaps
just the light reflecting strangly on the water. But that realization
never came.

\tHe was finally broken out of his reverie when both of the eyes blinked
slowly. It was not like the closing of a human lid; instead a near transparent
sliver of skin slid out of the corner of the eye covering it completely,
but briefly, before retracting back. Callum stood upright and
shuffled backwards.

\tBefore him, out of the water, rose a scale covered creature. First, the
triangular head appeared; it was broad across the top and narrowing
sharply to its muzzled nose. I had no ears, just boney ridges at the
sides. A sharp fin-like protrusion jutted from the center of the forehead
and over the top of its head.

\tA thick neck, as large around as Callum’s thigh, followed it. What
appeared to be gills lined either side, dripping water as they left the
pool. Those green eyes never broke their gaze with Callum’s.

\tBoth his fight and flight instincts struggled for dominance and in
the end both won out. Callum’s hand reached for the sword hilt at
his side and at the same time, his feet began to propel him quickly
backwards. The backs of his bare knees felt the scrape of the bark on
the log that was lying across his path, but before Callum could register
what it was he was already falling backwards.

\tHis hand struck out in attempts to catch hold of anything that
would break his fall. However, they flailed in the empty air. He felt
his ankle tangle on one of the branches protruding from the log and his
back struck what he was sure was solid rock. The air rushed out of his
lungs in a gasp. Blackness swam in from the edges of his vision.

\tAmazingly, Callum never lost consciousness. The pain came a few
heartbeats later; however, he was glad that it was the dull ache of a
developing bruise and not the nauseating, lurching pain which accompanied
a broken bone. He had only those few heartbeats to try and
catch his breath before Callum felt the log under his knees sink under
additional weight.

\tHis vision was still a bit hazy from the fall, but Callum could make
out the scaled beast towering over him. He instinctively reached for the
handle of his short sword again. It was then that the recognized the
shape of the sword pressed into his back. It must have become twisted
under him as Callum fell backwards and he had landed squarely across
the steel flat of the blade.

\tHaving little hope left of escaping the maw of the monster above
him, he shamefully threw up has arms in attempt to cover his face and
neck. Maybe the creature would see him as weak and have pity on him.
Callum new how pathetic his action was, but he had little else to go on.

\tBut the expected attack never came. There was no lunge at his
upturned arms. No tearing and rending as the beast eviscerated him.
Callum could hear the beast’s breath, and for that matter he could feel
the gentle tremor of each inhale as the log shuddered under his knees.
He knew it was still there.

\tCallum realized his own breath was caught in his chest at the anticipation
of an attack that never came. He took a ragged breath, all the
while trying to keep his breathing calm. And then he peered between
his upturned hands.

\tThe creature was definitely still there. Callum could see it in a little
better detail now. It was unlike any animal he had ever seen. Small
leaf-shaped scales covered it like armor. They were nearly-black, but
with a faint iridescent green that shimmered slightly when caught by
the light. Its head was turned down and slightly to the side. Callum
could see a small ear-hole, for lack of a better word, on the side of its
head and assumed there was a matching one on the other side.

\tIts gaze was locked on something and he was certain it eying it
curiously. Callum had seen the same look on his sister’s favorite mouse-
catcher, an orange haired cat tomcat, when she would lure him around
the cottage with a length of twine. He followed its gaze downward and
embarrassingly realized what it had spotted.

\tIn the fall, Callum’s kilt had upended. His family colors seemly
abandoning his little warrior to fend for itself. He instinctively tried
to pull his knees up to cover himself, still not quite ready to lower his
arms. However, he found one leg still tangled in the tree branch and
his other grazed scaled flesh before he dropped it back down.

The creature brought his snout closer to Callum’s exposed flesh and
inhaled deeply. The intake of breath caused a rush of cold air the
grazed across his balls before bringing his scent to the creature’s nostrils.
He looked on in fear as he watched the creature’s tongue slide
across its jaws in the universal symbol of hunger. For the first time the
monster’s menacing set of teeth was exposed; a thousand serrated little
daggers.

\tDetermined to not lose his manhood, Callum decided he’d rather
lose a hand than lose that other precious part of himself. Strange,
considering the first thirteen years of his life he was indifferent to it,
but in these last four years it he had done much to make up for those
years of neglect. He quickly moved his hands to cover himself.

\tHe was just in time get his hands cupped over his meat, when he
felt the beast’s tongue on his knuckles. Callum’s eyes had snapped
shut on their own accord as he was sure he was about to become the
monster’s next meal. He didn’t feel the sharp dagger-teeth rending his
skin, instead the wet and slightly chilly tongue continued its assault
against the wall his hands formed before it.

\tHis defenses failed to hold, however, and Callum felt the tongue
rake across his left testicle. He couldn’t help but gasp, and not just
because of the cold, wet organ across his skin, but in the sheer pleasure
of it. He felt his dick rising. It had turned traitor and was attempting to
escape Callum’s sheltering palms. As it grew, the beast’s tongue found
its target more and more often. His hands were becoming slick with
not only the creature’s saliva, but his own precum as well.

\tHe gave up trying to resist and let his hands fall to his sides and
opened his eyes. He gave the beast complete access to his now rigid cock
and he heard what he could only describe as a purr emanating from its
throat. Its tongue wound itself around Callum’s member, feeling like
a slick hand. It had even begun to warm up, most likely do the heat
radiating from Callum’s body.

\tIt felt amazing as it pulsed around Callum’s shaft. Pulling gently
on his foreskin and sliding it back and forth over the sensitive head.
Callum was practically panting in ecstasy. The pain is his back nearly
forgotten; fading into mere discomfort.

\tThe creature released Callum’s cock as it carefully over the log, careful
not to step on Callum’s prone body. It turned its head back to his
dripping cock. This time it slipped its tongue under the hood of Callum’s
foreskin and lapped at the precum pooled there. Callum almost
exploded when he felt the tip of the tongue tickling his piss-slit, but the
creature must have realized this and concentrated instead on lapping
at Callum’s balls again.

\tBetween waves of pleasure that left him temporarily stupefied, Callum
observed the creature beside him. The fin-like protrusion which
started in the center of its forehead, ran along the beast’s spine, down
its back, before merging with its tail. In total, it was actually slightly
smaller than he had thought before; maybe 8 feet long from nose to
hindquarters. Its tapered tail, which seems to be quivering on the forest
floor in excitement, was another 6 feet long.

\tNestled between its hind legs, which Callum also couldn’t help notice
ended in webbed claws, he spied a slit in the beast’s scales. It was
surrounded by a slight mound of softer flesh. Tentatively, he reached
out a hand and gently slid it over the scales on the creatures side. They
felt rough and hard; he doubted his touch was even felt. But as he
guided his hand under the creatures belly and further back, the scales
were finer, thinner. He strained to reach his goal, the fleshy mound but
it was just out of reach. His touch there, however, was clearly felt as he
felt the absence of a tongue on his stones.

\tHe looked down to see the creature looking back at him with those
startling cat-like eyes. It moved a little closer, and Callum felt the
dripping slit under his fingers. He brought his wet fingers to his mouth.
He breathed in the somewhat musky smell, before tentatively tasting
the liquid on his fingers.

\tIt was amazing. Slightly slimy but tasting both slightly salty and \t
sweet at the same time. He ran his fingers of the whole length of
the slightly parted mound, gathered more, and brought it back to his
tongue. It was intoxicating and he needed more, he wanted to taste it
directly from the source.

\tCallum propped himself, upon on his elbows and slowly pulled his
legs free of the tree limbs and fallen trunk. He groaned a bit as he
rolled himself over on to his hand and knees and turned to face the
creature. "You certainly are a horny lass aren’t you." Callum was surprised
at how gruff and throaty his voice sounded.

\tThe creature seemed to know exactly what he wanted, and it rolled
over onto its side. It wasn’t quite on its back, but Callum now had free
access to the delicious honeypot before him. He had listened raptly to
his older brother’s stories of nightly conquests with the village chieftain’s
daughter and new kind of what to expect. Still he suspected this
was a larger slit than his brother ever came across.

\tHe was still on his knees, but now with an arm propped across the
creature’s belly for support. He gently guided his tongue over the glistening
mound before him. He was in heaven as he attempted to drink
down as much of this sweet nectar as possible. He felt that his kilt
was raised and the now all too familiar tongue lapping at his dangling
balls. This goaded him on further and he pressed his tongue directly
into the slit before him.

\tHe started massaging at the mound coaxing more of the sweet liquid
onto his waiting tongue. But then he felt something strange. Something
had moved within the mound and pressed against his tongue:
something smooth and fleshy. He kept working the mound under his
fingers.

\tWhen Callum pulled back to catch his breath he noticed a little
black nub poking out of the slit before him. His brother never mentioned
anything like this before. He watched in amazement as the
black nub poked out a little further. Pushing its way out of the slit
was a thick black cock. There was no foreskin covering its tip, but its
shape was still unmistakable.

\tThe head was ringed with three slight ridges which were mirrored
by three additional ridges near the base of the shaft. Or at least Callum
hoped it was the base of the shaft. What was visible was already pretty
massive, measuring half again the length of his own cock and much
thicker. The tip glistened with a pearl of precum that dribbled down
to slip between the ridges. The musky smell was overpowering and
overrode any doubts Callum had about what he was about to do.

\tHe traced his tongue along the ridges, sought out that rivulet of pre-
cum, and gulped it up. Then he traced its path back to the source and
guided the tip of the monster cock into his mouth. He began sucking
the delicious liquid directly from the source. He tried to force as much
of the dragon meat into his mouth as he could while pumping the shaft
with his free hand eager to taste more of the delicious liquid.

\tThe assault on his dangling nuts had ceased and the tongue now
moved upwards to Callum’s exposed pucker. He groaned around the
massive cock in his mouth when the tongue gently writhed at the entrance
to his ass. Callum could feel it slowly working its way into him.
He never imagined that he could feel anything so amazing. His virgin
asshole was gently stretched open to accompany the invading tongue.
The sensation of it writhing within him was indescribable.

\tUnable to concentrate on the cock, which was dribbling precum
directly down his throat, Callum released his grip on the shaft and
reached back to pull his kilt higher and to spread his ass wider. He
was only half-heartedly slurping on the dragon meat in his mouth, and
it slipped out slapping wetly on the creature’s belly.

\tThe tongue ticking his inner recesses was wonderful, but now Callum
wanted, no needed, something more to fill him. The very idea
forming in his mind was terrifying, but he was already beyond that
now. He eyed the phallus in front of front of him, swallowed and pulled
himself forward. The tongue pulled out of his backside as he moved out
of range of the creature’s mouth.

\tHe swung his leg over the beast’s midsection. Callum’s foot couldn’t
quite reach the ground on the other side and still keep his right foot
on the ground, but he was sure that it could hold his weight. He didn’t
dare give himself time to change his mind and guided the pole to his
already slippery hole.

\tCallum looked down at the face of the monster beneath him. I may
be on top, though Callum, but I’ve definitely become his bitch. And he
knows it too. A throaty version of a laugh emanated from the creature’s
throat as if to confirm it as Callum eased himself down onto the
throbbing cock beneath him.

\tThe tongue bath he had just received had left his asshole wet with
saliva and the copious precum that the beast was producing made the
initial entry fairly easy. And when each of the three little ridges slipped
past his pucker ring, Callum let out a gasp. He gritted his teeth expecting
pain as he eased himself further down shaft, but none came, just
a sense of fullness and pleasure as he could feel the ridges rubbing his
insides.

\tHe pressed his hands, fingers splayed, on the chest of the dragon
beneath him. The scales felt cold beneath his palms, but he could also
feel the pounding its heart and the rush of air with every intake of
breath. He adjusted to the fullness within him and slowly began to
rise back up, and then plunge back down. He was overwhelmed by the
sensations within him. Callum started panting and bucking himself
wildly. He felt the beasts tail encircle his waist, it guided his movements:
helped steady Callum when he rose up, and pulled him quickly
down again.

\tCallum could feel the first of the lower cock ridges now each time
he plunged down. He whimpered; he wanted it inside him so badly. On
the next downward motion he felt the tail tighten and pull him further
down. The first ridge popped in and Callum gasped again. he moved to
rise up again, but the tail kept pulling him down. Callum’s eyes meet
the green eyes of the dragon in front of him. When the second ridge
popped in, he stiffled a yell. And when the third and final slide into
him he gave a gutteral, animal-like shout of pleasure.

\tHe attempted to push himself back up again, to feel those rings of
pleasure entering him again, but his was pulled down again by the tail
around his waist. And then he felt the pressure building inside him.
The cock buried deep in his ass was expanding. And soon he didn’t
need the tail to limit him to short little bounces, he couldn’t pulled the
cock out of his ass ring if he wanted to.

\t"Fuck.... Ass.... Cock." A stream of words started pouring out of
his mouth punctuated by sharp intakes of breath, as he was struggling
to verbally describe what he was feeling. The knot forming within him
was pressing against something deep inside that was driving him crazy.
Each little bounce drove the ridges running its girth, over an intense
pleasure point beneath the base of Callum’s own cock. Soon the words
were overtaken but incoherent noises.

\tCallum could feel the rumbling roar building deep in the dragon’s
chest, before it was released. And with it came the torrent of cum deep
within his body. This only hastened his own orgasm, which came not in
the jerky spurts he was accustomed to when he brought them on with
his hand. Instead it came in waves and so did him cum. It was like it
was being forced out of him with every little thrust of the ridges across
the pleasure spot within. His cum collected on the inside of his kilt,
and although he was curious, he was far to exhausted to see how much
of it he had produced.

\tInstead he tilted forward, splayed across the creature’s chest. His
arms unconsciously reached up to encircle its neck for support. He felt
two strong arms cradling him back and the wetness of a tongue licking
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