Originally posted to SoFurry on September 21, 2021.
Something self-indulgent. My mood fixated on hands, so I ran with it, mixing in some musk play, consensual bullying, and a few other miscellaneous kinks.
Also, from a first person perspective, because I want it to be me in that scenario darn it. The “I” in this story has a penis, but all other aspects are left to the imagination, including whether “I” refers to a male character or some other sex.
#first_person #male #musk #hands #size_difference #penis #consensual #domination
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It’s one thing to hear about a twenty foot tall dragon and it’s another to actually look up at one. It wasn’t the first time that I’d visited Azure to hook up—and it definitely won’t be the last—but it doesn’t make the sight of a dragon more than thrice my height any less impressive. Especially when said dragon has finished working out not long ago and I’d swear I can see my reflection on those sweat-drenched scales of his. His only demand: That he and I both be naked. I can’t tell if he’s more interested in showing off his body or reminding me of how weak I am in comparison, but damn if he isn’t good at both.
“You really came over just to stare?” Azure asks. He’s not speaking especially loudly, but I can still feel the bass his voice rumbling through me, like a subwoofer turned up just a bit too loud. The chuckling that follows reinforces that sensation, as he leans forward to ensure his body takes up more of my view, as I now have to look further up to make something even resembling eye contact. Some of his sweat starts dripping down right onto me, marking me in his scent as a completely passive act of foreplay.
I do stare, though, for a few long moments. My vision slowly trails down and then back up again. I gaze upon the dragon’s flaccid cock just an arm’s length away, hanging between his powerful thighs as it slowly starts to firm up. I fixate on his abs for a moment, then continue looking higher still, to his chest almost directly above me. He has a hand planted on a wall overhead, effortlessly holding him in that leaned-forward position, while giving me a glimpse right into his glistening armpit. My gaze trails down again as I follow a drop of potent sweat running down from those pits, along his side, over his abs, towards his shaft, before finally falling right into my opened mouth. I didn’t even notice I’d stepped forward to drink it until Azure chuckles again, causing his cock to bounce up and down and give me a firm slap on the shoulder.
He waits, though, until I’m ready to do something more. I sheepishly take a step back and look up again. I start by going “Hey, Azure, can I…” before pausing for a moment, trying to think of how to phrase my request.
“Drink enough of my pit sweat that I burn out your tastebuds for a week?”
I can’t tell if more blood rushes to my cheeks or my cock.
Azure steps back just far enough so he can crouch down in front of me without smacking me in the head with his knees. I get to look at his abs for a few moments, before he reaches down and fondles himself with his left hand. My gaze follows the movement, naturally drawn to the sight of those powerful fingers working over a set of balls I’d need both arms to move. When I lean in closer, Azure responds by shoving his palm against my face and pinning me to the floor beneath it.
Everything is dark. His hand is nearly sealed against the ground. He lifts it slightly, allowing me to breathe in the overpowering scent of his balls for a moment, before he presses down again and cuts off my air once more. Another few moments pass. Another slight lift of his palm. Another breath of crotch musk. Then another. He doesn’t even care that I’m jerking off, though he does eventually lift his hand away when he notices I might be getting close. I’m left panting for air as he watches me sprawled out on the ground, though he allows me enough time to get my breath back.
“I do believe you asked for something else this evening, though…” he says. I’d forgotten entirely of his earlier comments. His hand lifts again. He makes a show of raising his right arm and sliding his left hand into it, smearing sweat upon it in the same way he’d done with his balls earlier. He reaches down for me again, this time shoving his thumb firmly against my crotch. The digit is just a bit longer and a fair bit thicker, a fact he’s started to remind me of more often, and he casually grinds it against my groin for a few moments. He then lifts his hand away and slides just his thumb across his armpit, loading it up with sweat the way an artist would load a brush with paint.
With the foreplay out of the way, he reaches down again. I figure he’s going to shove me into his pits like I’m a washcloth, but instead, his hand wraps around my body in the way he might hold a water bottle, rather than a rag. He allows me to keep my right arm free so I can continue to pleasure myself, but my left arm is squeezed firmly against my side, then my entire body is lifted up towards his face. He sits down on the ground, back against the wall, briefly ignoring me entirely as he gets himself comfortable for the next act, before his fingers start to move again. His arm rests on one of his knees, leaving me upright, with a few of most of his body casually on display.
Rather than taking a more active role with my lower extremities, Azure’s thumb starts to press up against my face. I squirm as it smothers me, before he lifts it far enough away for me to get another breath of armpit-scented air. His thumb moves around, claw pressing up against my face. “Suck,” he commands, with the full power of his voice hitting me like a football tackle. Suck his thumb. A command that might be cute if we were closer in size, but instead I have to strain my jaws to actually fit that into my mouth.
As soon as I get his scaled thumbtip into my mouth, the taste of his sweat is renewed in my mouth. The taste isn’t bad, at least for my kinks, but it is irresistibly strong just like every other aspect of his being. Even just those first drops of sweat feel like they spread out and cover the inside of my mouth. By the time I have his thumb up to the first knuckle in my mouth, it feels like my own saliva has been completely replaced by his sweat. If I weren’t into it, it’d be unbearable. Since I am, it’s like a taste of paradise itself.
Working around his fingers to get to my dick is awkward, but Azure doesn’t make it any harder than he has to. He loosens his grip just slightly so I can move my arm more easily, all while keeping his thumb pressed deeply into my mouth. I’m trying avoid using my teeth, which the dragon notices and is amused by. “What, worried you’re going to hurt me with those teeth like you’re just sucking a dick?” He makes a point of bringing me closer to his face as he chuckles, just to ensure I feel every last one of them. “I don’t know what’d turn you on more. Me telling you to relax and enjoy yourself as I use your tongue as a sweat rag, or daring you to bite me and proving to yourself just how fucking weak you are because I won’t even notice while I’m throat-fucking you.”
Some nights, I’d go for the former of those and enjoy Azure as a good friend. Tonight isn’t one of those nights. I want to provoke him into roughing me up a little. I bite. Or at least, I clench my jaws in an attempt at biting, which is just enough force for him to recognize the intent. “Oh, so the brat thinks they can hurt a dragon? You’re adorable.” His voice is almost dripping with contempt, followed swiftly by his thumb starting to move in my mouth.
I gag upon his thumb as his claw shoves just into my throat. He’s artful at avoiding injuring me with it, but it still means I have that unforgiving thing pressed deep in there for a long moment. He pulls it back enough for me to get another breath before shoving it in again. The bottom of his thumb grinds heavily against my tongue while he pulls back, as if he’s wiping his digit on it the way someone would wipe their foot on a doormat. Then he relents that pressure so he can force his thumb in again. “God you’re pathetic.” he rumbles, accompanied by his entire hand squeezing and rendering me immobile for a few moments, before he relents and allows me to move again. I’m just on the verge of getting off before he squeezes—I swear he knows it—and he keeps me on the edge for a little bit longer.
He continues for a while longer. I’d say a little while but, honestly, I have no idea how long he kept this up. It could’ve been a minute or an hour for all I know. Every time I’m close, there’s another squeeze and another taunt. Somehow, the taste and scent aren’t even getting weaker, as they remain a potent force in my senses. When Azure decides it’s time for me to get off, he again lifts me towards his eyes… no, his snout. I can feel the oppressively humid breath of his maw wafting over me. I can just barely detect the scent of something other than his sweat. And then, with a casual move of his jaws, he spits right on my crotch. I’m left with what feels like a pint of saliva, acting as lube for this final act. It’s not a thin liquid, either; the slimy, viscous saliva seems to coat what it touches, leaving me feeling disgusting in the best way possible.
“Cum for me, slut.” He commands. I’m lifted just slightly higher, now right in front of the dragon’s glowing white eyes, my body on full display for his amusement. His spit slowly starts dripping off my legs. His thumb relents, but remains in my mouth. And my arm works intensely, taking order as a command from god. Having been instructed to get off, it takes me just a few moments longer before my body finally surrenders to that pleasure. I’m left trembling all over from it, though Azure’s hand slowly closes around me again, both to reassert himself and draw out my pleasure from that experience, and to ensure I’m not going to slip when I finally come off that orgasmic high.
Once I’ve finished, Azure slowly pulls his thumb out of my mouth. My jaws are aching. My mouth feels strange. I’d forgotten what it was like to not be stuffed full of the near-unyielding digits of a dragon’s hand. Azure’s gaze softens as he gently strokes the top of my head with that thumb. I’m allowed a few moments to recover, before he finally breaks the silence. “You okay?” he asks. It’s not as a Dom or a Top, but as a friend checking in as one does at the end of a hard workout.
It takes me a few moments to respond, as I have to swallow several times just to re-wet my mouth with something other than dragon sweat. “Yeah,” I say, my voice still raspy from having my mouth and throat played with for so long.
“You need a shower?” Azure asks. I can’t see his entire snout but I can hear him smirking as that question leaves his mouth.
As much as I fantasize about being a sweat rag for a dragon, now that the sex is over, reality sets in. I’m sticky with that sweat. I’m uncomfortably hot and probably slightly dehydrated. “Yeah…” I admit sheepishly, looking down a little.
“Hey.” Azure says, putting his thumb under my chin and lifting it up again. “If you need it, you need it. Whether that’s you needing me to fuck you up just a little, or you needing a cool shower after it. Now let’s hit the showers.” He gently lowers me towards the ground and allows me to stand, though after getting it that hard, I’m rather unsteady on my feet. “What, need a hand?” Azure says.
I groan as he laughs at his pun. “Yeah. I do. Jerk.” Still chuckling, Azure reaches down for me again, lifting me up and this time positioning me to sit on his shoulder. I lean against his neck for support as he walks towards the shower, finally ready to unwind after we’ve both had an intense workout.