[center]Drawing Lines[/center]


     Strutting through the jungle, the soft light poking through the foliage above illuminates his fur brilliantly. Seyia’s violet mane and fur stand up, his eyes shine an electric blue, and the orange scales and claws reflect light wonderfully. Racing with the wind, dancing over the morning dew, and leaping around the trees. A dragon possessed, the open space excites his heart.

     Dark granite. Sparkling in the early light. Wet with rain, but still warm. Giving a satisfied huff, the furry dragon grins, the aquamarine tongue poking out between sharp pearly whites. Stepping through the parted ferns, his claws click on the chipped granite brickwork. With a hop, skip, and a leap, he plants his fuzzy butt onto the slab of stone. Mindful of his posture, his tail curls around him counterclockwise as he crosses his legs.

     “Here we are. Now, how did this go again?” Closing his eyes, Seyia breathes deeply. Calmly. Currents of wind swirl in his lungs. Swirl around his body. Making a mess of his fur as he slowly levitates off the platform. Cocoon of wind, shell of magic. A seal from his mind, a mystical arch to ward danger from his body. Planting his paws into his lap, his mind quiets.

     Still as the earth. Encased in wind. Thermals beneath him rise from the granite altar. Rising around, churning and roiling outside. Sealing himself inside the eye of a hurricane, physically. Something rises from within. Lighter than helium, stronger than steel, and with more power than nuclear fusion could hope to create. Arising up, the incorporeal Greline soul holds tight to the gales, flying back into the jungle!

     Underneath the treeline, over rivers, and into darkness the soul raced. Nothing can stop this arrow from finding its target. Another Greline, sitting within a granite cave. Yellow eyes shine with pride at his work. Wood figure in one paw, a carving knife in the other. Grinning to himself, Seyia watches as he gets closer…

     “There we are! Finally done! At least now I can take care of this iss—Hmp!?" Both the wooden figure and knife land clanging and thudding onto the granite floor. Falling to his knees, the Greline stands there half dazed. Funny sensations linger in his jaws. Further than the jaws. Tingling spreads up and down the smaller Greline’s body, static sensations clinging to his violet fur head to claws. Slowly, the yellow irises morph, turning an electric blue.

     Shuddering, he coughs violently! Bending forward to hack up something intangible, only to shake his head the next minute after. Standing tall, he nonchalantly stretches his limbs and supple tail.

     “Here we are. I see I got the spell right. What was that about possessing me again, Titus?” Putting stolen paws behind borrowed head, Seyia smirks smugly to himself behind his mate’s eyes.

     “Alright then. I think you’ve… learned… ugh!” Collapsing to his knees, Seyia gulps loudly as his stomach and groin feel an overwhelming heat. Surging through his body, his mind, and soul, tearing and warping. “Fuuuuuck!”

     [b]Bam![/b]

     Punching the ground, Seyia grits his teeth and climbs back to his claws using the cave walls to assist. Breathing heavily, he staggers slowly toward the nearby stream. Step after painful step becomes agonizing. Barely ten meters away becomes ten million! Throwing himself down at the stream, he holds his head over the water, gasping.

     “D-Dark circles?” Reaching down to path at his hips, another gasp escapes his throat. “Hold on! These stripes? Rings around his hips? No… no! Is it already that time of year!?” Grunting, another heat wave from his groin forces a, “Yes, it is!”, out of him as he doubles over, clutching at his stomach.

     Slowly his breath, he wheezes, “Damn… I just g-gotta… ” Crossing Titus’ legs together, he focuses on the wind around him. Dew rises, dispersing into mist. Rainbows small in size create a halo over him while he begins to levitate. Mystic energy returns to him. Breathing deeply… slowly…

     “UGH!”

     Falling onto his back gracelessly, awkwardly, undignified. “Dammit! Can’t concentrate!” Exploring down toward his hips, Seyia feels warm moisture. Rolling his new eyes, he moans, “Fuuuuuuck. H-How does pussy work again?”

     Gingerly, he feels around Titus’ lower lips. Hissing through his teeth at the touch, both vulva shoot daggers into his Superego. Deeper in, his claws rub. Enticing his Id greatly, an odd hunger takes his heart. “D-Does it always feel this good!?”

     Courage wanes and waxes. Soft touches become more forceful. Parting his lips, rubbing his clit, and pushing in! Minutes go by in reverie. Minutes of further exploration. Diving deeper into his passage. Lustful orchestra, the conductor guiding those instruments through song and dance. Building, rising, to exploding crescendo! Squeezes lock his digits in place. Indelible moans pierce the jungle’s natural peace.

     Sudden pleasure rocks Titus’ body for moments at a time once Seyia’s claws descend into the depths of his mate. Before his eyes can roll up, he swoops in! Hawk catching his prey, the soft pads of his paws rub at his clenching walls while dexterously claws carefully hit his most sensitive spot. Tightness becomes a vice, moist becomes wet, and heat lessens.

     “Mmmph! Aaaah!”

     Eyelids flutter while Seyia pulls his sticky claws free from his vagina. Panting, heaving breaths, he slowly sits up. Shaking his head, then rubbing at his temples, the Greline shouts, “Why am I still so horny!?”

     Birds caw and flap away in the distance. Unfazed, the stream flows undisturbed. Mist and dew clears, with the rainbow halo cracking in the harsh light. Standing up, Seyia angrily stomps back to the cave, fire still roaring in his abdomen.

     “There’s got to be a way to fix this.”

     Frantically his eyes scan about, landing on a small wooden carving. Tipped with a fine point before diving into a shovel shaped head, a wide, ovular shaft that widens out into a massive bulb right above the base. Smooth, shiny, oiled, and phallic. Seyia instinctively licks his chops before diving at the toy.

     Fumbling with the grip a bit, he shoves the canine-based head into his folds as if possessed. Loud sighing echoes into the cavern, words quickly joining it. “Much better… This is going to work well. Just like before.”

     Positioning himself to kneeling, Seyia starts putting Titus’ knees to the test. Up and down, lewd, wet noises compete with his moans to become the loudest in their home. Feverish desire drowns his brain in need, pushing him forward. Up, down, up, and down. Wiggling his partner’s hips slightly to adjust now and again before resuming the pattern. Picking up in speed, vigor, and volume. Occupying his mind and body with its ingrained needs.

     Rise before fall, into another rise. Deeper onto the dildo Seyia goes, until he feels the knot pressing against his lips. Grunting, his pace becomes slow and deliberate. Strong, powerful slams of his hips onto the artificial member gain traction. Over and over, rising up and slamming down with erotic noises from his body, including the sounds of Titus’ voice. High up, then…

     [b]POP![/b]

     Buried in his pussy. Without resistance his eyes roll back. Happily, his passage ensnares and grips the wood. Moaning with no care in the world, Seyia’s expression becomes a haze of lust and love.

     “That can stay in. For now… This is going to be a long, busy… and fun week.”