A rare treat
By Killjoy 2012

"Mmmmm..." Fyre murred to herself as she rubbed her thighs together in her half dozing state, clutching at the sheets which covered her while her body fought against her efforts to sleep with a lust which had been building steadily all day. "Please... Not tonight." she whispered a plea to any forces which could aid her but, there in the room, only the deep breathing of her mate answered her.

Unable to resist the urge any longer, Fyre allowed her hand to drift down along her belly, lowering till her fingers came to rest upon her damp mound. Ever so gently, she began to rub those swollen lips to confirm her fears; discovering a second bump below her clit. It took only the slightest touch of her finger to coax this protrusion out further, inch by inch it crept further from her flesh until several inches of fem-shaft laid there in her hand. Fyre bit her lip as her fingers traveled along its length, feeling the warm flesh throb and stiffen fully now with the occasional pulse of pre coursing through it to bead at the tip.

Glancing over to the clock to check the time, the dragoness sighed as the night had only just begun and she had a full day ahead of her which would require her to be well rested, but there was little chance of sleep now. Fyre was in truth a herm, though she was formed more along the female side of things then the male, this aided by the fact that her species kept their 'bits' on the inside when not in use. In her youth, she'd become accustom to embracing both sides of her gender but since taking a mate, she had tried to keep that side of herself subdued as her lover always seemed rather squeamish when talk of it came up.

Luckily for her, being a fem-herm meant that her ejaculate lacked potency and her daughter seemed quite eager to help her when the need arose, as there was no fear of unwanted pregnancies. Her son had also come to bare the burden of her need on a couple occasions, being a bit more open minded then his father. But tonight, niether of her offspring were in the house, having left for spring break a week ago and would not be returning till the next day.

Fyre idly toyed with her shaft, trying to keep quiet and still as she did so to avoid waking her mate, though he was typically a sound sleeper and was unlikely to notice unless she became too vocal with her self-pleasuring. Easing her other hand down, she gently rubbed along her labia while stroking her length, squeezing in time with each stroke to simulate a milk motion. It didn't take long before her breathing was growing rapid and labored, a fingertip sneaking beyond her folds to tease along her wet inner flesh. Faster her hand worked her maleness whilst her other teased below, causing her legs to kick about in the restrained throws of a building climax. It seemed too easy to get herself off when she had two such sensitive areas to fondle but when her orgasm finally hit, only her fem-half bore the fruits of her efforts; warm juices coating her fingers with her release.

"Damn..." Fyre muttered under her breath, having hoped she could end this on her own but as she'd found in the past, this was a two person job and she was only delaying the inevitable.  Turning her head, her eyes peered through the darkness to the form beside her, her mind running various scenarios by to find one that might have a chance of success. Simply waking him and asking for what she wanted seemed the least likely course of action as he wouldn't be pleased about being woken at this hour let alone at the request of something he'd shown such disinterest in before. She thought that perhaps she could do a trade, tit-for-tat in a sense, but this too seemed unlikely to be accepted.

After a few minutes of contemplation, Fyre recalled the first time Ropes had pursued her for anal. She'd had little warning of his intent and even less say in the outcome of his action as he was too swift in carrying out the initial act and pinned her down until she'd surrendered to him. The memory of this caused a low growl to escape the dragoness and instantly, her plan was set into motion.

Sliding in closer behind her mate, Fyre draped her arm over him and pressed her breasts against his back, settling them in between the green fleshed bumps of his tendril tips which he kept retracted within his back while he slept. When Ropes failed to react, she lifted one of her legs and slowly hooked it over his. All seemed to be going well as her mate was too accustomed to the dragoness clinging to him night to share his warmth and she was sure if he were to rouse now, he'd assume nothing beyond that act.

Using her other hand, Fyre collected her own wetness from her earlier climax upon her finger tips and smeared it liberally along her length to lubricate it. "Here goes...." she gritted her teeth and guided her shaft up against his softly furred backside, blindly prodding in search of her target.

This was enough to cause her mate to stir and she rested her chin on his shoulder, hugging him with it and her other limbs in the hope of calming him for just another second. It wasn't until the slick tip of her maleness finally touched his rippled pucker did Ropes' eye finally open, but by the time his sleep hazed mind began to grasp the situation, that fleshen spear was already in motion.

With a pointed head and tapered length, Fyre's phallus was perfectly designed for penetration and she made full use of this fact as she pulled herself towards her mate in time with her hips rolling forward. Ropes' body went tense for a split second and then wriggled in her grasp, with a couple inches already thrust into him. "Fyre!" the feline cried out and struggled against his mate in shock of her action but she hugged him tightly with both arms and ground herself against his flank, working in yet deeper, "Settle down you big pussy and take it." she whispered into his ear.

Ropes' tendrils pushed out against Fyre's chest, emerging to aid him in his efforts but the dragoness was already where she needed to be and he had little chance to prevent it now. When she stopped pushing and simply clung to him, Ropes slowly calmed down and hissed in both frustration and the discomfort of being thus penetrated. "You are soooo going to pay for this..."

Fyre nuzzled up against his neck and chin before whispering "Remember the first time you took my ass?" She gently wiggled her hips against his rear to further prod his memory, "Much like I am now, right?"

The sting of being stretched around Fyre's shaft was beginning to fade and he could feel that length softly throbbing within him, each pulse bringing with it a trickle of warm pre to help slick his depths. "True, but you were at least awake when I did it."

"Ya, but would you have let me if you were awake?" Fyre asked, daring to release the grip of one arm long enough to run that hand down to her mate's sheath, teasing him.

"You KNOW the answer to that..." he growled, glancing back at her from the corner of his eye; both of which were glowing noticeably in the darkness. Despite his uncomfort with the situation, Ropes seemed to hesitantly surrender to it, no longer struggling as he was.

When she felt her mate 'giving in', Fyre pressed herself to him to ease him over onto his belly and settled herself down against his back, legs straddling his. "There you go." she cooed while nuzzling at his ear, playfully nibbling at the edge of it as she gently ground herself to his rear. Despite his tightness, mainly due to his failure to fully relax, the overabundance of pre she'd released into him during the initial mounting was allowing her a bit more movement then she might have had and as she drew her hips back, small trickles of that wetness seeped out around her into the soft fluff covering the cat's sac.

Ropes tensed when he felt Fyre slowly drawing back, the series of subtitle ridged along the sides of her shaft slipping past his ring. Seemingly designed for pleasuring a female partner, dragon penile ridges offered a slightly different sensation when it came to a tightly clenched sphincter, slipping inwards with ease but feeling far more noticeable on the back stroke. It was already happening and he knew his mate wouldn't stop until she'd finished; the two of them were so alike in that sense. So he went limp beneath her to try to get it over with faster.

With no resistance, Fyre moved her arms up to hold onto the cat's shoulders, tugging on them to get a bit more force into her ruts. Staying as deep as possible, her motions only withdraw a couple inches of her maleness each time while waiting for her partner to fully relax. Between his surrender and the overabundance of pre, her cock was sliding much easier now and slowly gaining in distance each thrust until only an inch or so remained within him at the end. "You could at least pretend you’re enjoying it..."

"Just hurry up," the cat growled, "I'll get to my enjoyment when you’re done."

Fyre slowed slightly at this, trying to imagine the 'punishment' he might be dreaming up. "Maybe I can win him over..." she thought to herself before focusing her attention more so on her stroke then the feeling of it. Her hips shifted slightly now and then, thrusting at slightly different angles a few times and then shifting again. Slowly she searched, prodded, worked at him until she finally found just the right angle that seemed to get a response from her mate.

Despite the rejection of the situation he might be giving her, his body was more honest about it as she could feel his pucker offering far less resistance to her motions. The pattern of his breathing had also changed and even his posture, back slightly arched and hips tilted to match up with own better.

Fyre was tempted to comment on all of this but knew teasing him about it would only rune the moment and instead remained silent; silent beyond moaning and panting at the feeling of finally having something warm and damp wrapped about her, that is. A lover will always beat a paw and the initial struggle and tightness had only made the whole thing more fun, for she was already nearing her limits. Unable to contain her need to tease him as he would her any longer, Fyre whispered "Here it comes kitty..." before nipping ahold of the scruff of his neck in a feline fashion.

Ropes tensed but was able to do little more than grip the sheets as his lover's liquid warmth began to pour into him. Her cock throbbed with each jet of hot dragon cream which raced through it, pooling up quickly with a quickly swelling knot near the base of the dragon's length blocking off any escape in that direction.

Grinding against his wet backside, Fyre rode out the waves of pleasure that coursed through it. It felt different to climax as a male than it did moment ago when she'd jilled herself to a female climax, and it was truly incredible to be able to savor both of them separately. But as all good things do, her orgasm eventually faded off and left her panting against the big cat's back, still secured to him by her bulbous knot.

Ropes signed and went limp when Fyre fell still, knowing that it would be a while before it was truly over. Turning his head, he glanced back at his mate out of the corner of his eye, taking note of the silly grin she bore now. Her eyes were closed as she clung to him, almost as if she were on the verge of falling asleep. This seemed to take him back, to the first time he'd taken her this way and how he'd felt after. He knew he'd had that same look on his muzzle, the sense of satisfaction that he'd gotten his way, gotten what he'd wanted even if she'd been reluctant at first.

"Penny for your thoughts?" the dragon whispered without opening her eyes.

Ropes remained silent for a few seconds before responding, "Happy now?"

Nuzzling against his shoulder, "Of course... Now keep still so I can get some sleep, your warm and comfy and it's going to be a while before I get soft again." she churred and squeezed him, enjoying the afterglow of it all.