Clawbering Time


This was quite a scenario I found myself in. In my efforts to take shelter from a raging storm, I ran into... a unique creature in this long, distant, and secluded cavern. They were friendly, flirty, and, well, quite the beast, I must admit. A dragon. His name was Nevula.


He was a rather large creature with purple scales and wings that showcased the alluring interior of a nebulous space, like I was staring at the sky on a clear night. I could get absolutely lost in admiring those wings if I looked at them long enough. That impressive wingspan only complemented the rest of his handsome stature. From his proud posture to his scaled pattern and subtly dotted sides, he was a perfectly symmetrical being, going from his neck down his haunches and beyond his tail. His snout horn, his frills, and the back spines that flared and adjusted as he spoke-what a specimen. His white, softer underbelly and the scales that lined his underside were so clean and consistent. I couldn't help but notice his scarred belly; I decided not to ask about that one. Lastly, his lighter green eyes felt like they stared into my soul and saw my desires. His gaze showed desire as well. I wasn't mistaken in the way he eyed me, admiring my own scales and stance. He wanted something.


He lay there on his side, swaying his tail back and forth as I leaned against the wall. We had already taken the time to make basic introductions.


"John, you say? Quite a... heh," he chuckled before continuing, "interesting name for a creature like yourself."


I couldn't help but grin at his statement. "Yes, I don’t deny you’re correct on that. Johnitan Lambert is my actual name, but John is simple. Easy to remember."


He nodded and continued, "So, what are you exactly? I was just trying to sleep, among other things, heh." Not hiding his implication. 


I looked at my right hand, flexing the digits of my namesake, and leaned it out in his direction. "I'm a deathclaw. I'm a reptilian beast, kind of like yourself, but without the whole mythical aspect. We are primarily bipedal, as you can see. I'm a product of both radiation and F.E.V., although I hatched naturally. My coloring is albino, but my eyes are amber. Leucistic would be more appropriate. Most of my kind, other 'deathclaws,' are not sentient and do not talk like me; they are driven by instincts and are dangerous," I paused and sighed. "If you happen to see more."


The dragon merely shook his head. "I've never seen one of you before. You don't seem to be of this world. Are you lost?"


I chuckled. "Aren't we all lost?" I avoided the question.


He tilted his head with a smile. "That's dependent on the circumstances. You mentioned trying to avoid this storm. You're very welcome to remain here. We can share some food I have stored or swap stories."


I decided to sit down against the rocky wall by the laying dragon. "I just wanted to avoid the storm. I'm not too sure how severe it will get overall. I hope I didn't intrude on anything."


"Hehe," Nevula grinned. "Only on what I had planned. It’s worth it for such lovely company. Things get lonely out here in such a far out cavern, you understand, I’m sure~."


In my interpretation, I tried not to take it as him being lusty. It was hard not to let my mind wander with how flirty he was being. "I can understand that. I usually am a lone traveler. In multiple regards."


He nodded, a low "Mhmmmm" rumbling in his throat, and he growled softly. It sent a small shiver down my spine, giving me... thoughts. "Well, it's just us out here. Unless someone else is looking to escape this storm, we should have privacy to do whatever.~"


There was no way he meant anything else! "Yo-you mean-” I stammered. 


He grinned through his appealing fangs and stuck his tongue out playfully. "Oh? What do you think I mean? Two handsome beasts, perfectly situated in a cave, a storm outside. It sounds romantic to me~."


"Nevula, we just met. I don't-"


He leaned forward, placing an index claw upon my muzzle, shushing me with a devious smile as he slowly raised from the ground. "I've seen you eyeing me. The way you look at me. You want this. I want this. No judgment for being desired, right?" he chuckled.


He removed his claw from my mouth and kept himself leaning forward in his reclining position. I didn’t deny that I had been eyeing him. "I mean... you are an appealing dragon. Surely, a playful romp can't hurt either of us. What did you desire?" I asked.


The dragon quickly stood up and growled a single word, laced with lust. "YOU!"


It wasn't in a threatening way-oh no. This was a growl of raw desire. He grabbed me by my scaled shoulders, pulled me against his chest, and used his other paw to hold my chin. He pressed his snout against mine, gripping me into a sloppy, passionate kiss, swirling his tongue with mine. We wrapped and grazed each other's fangs in the deep makeout.


I didn’t resist as his tongue explored my gullet. I happily wrapped my own lengthy forked tongue around his. We thrust against each other’s muzzles, our saliva mixing, growls, and moans escaping us both. He held me close against his scales. I gently grasped his muzzle, being mindful of his frills, and continued to slobber over him for all I was worth. My ember eyes locked with his, and lust and desire soon overwhelmed any hesitation I once had.


My loins tingled, and the passionate kiss made my entire body tremble with anticipation. His tender grasp upon my maw felt electrifying. The slick, skilled nature of his tongue was unmatched! The lust in his eyes penetrated my very core.


Nevula pulled his muzzle from mine, a thick strand of our combined saliva following his tongue, which he happily slurped up. Sitting upon his haunches, he asked, "How was that~?"


"Nev, I-" I struggled to find the words to express the sheer intensity of the passion I had just experienced. The slimy, slippery tongue that invaded my mouth felt so... succulent and warm. The way it wrapped around my own wiggly appendage made me long for so much more from this dragon.


"What's the matter, Deathclaw?" he teased, scooting closer. "Dragon got your tongue?" He chuckled, eagerly awaiting my next move with deep desire flickering in his eyes. His tongue tip peeked playfully. 


This seductively fueled dragon certainly had a way with words. "I suppose this would be a good opportunity to learn about some more dragon anatomy, don't you think?"


Yeah, I’ll justify this as an anatomy lesson. It works for certain scientist, after all!


“Mhmm,” the dragon rumbled within his chest. “I can give you a proper anatomy lesson, sure.”


Without delay, Nevula flopped onto his back and began to slide a claw into his slit. "Much like you, being a reptilian creature, I have a slit between my legs that houses my glorious ridged cock."


"Ye-yes, I know. I figured. We are very similar in that regard." He must have deduced that one. 


“Mhmm, good. Go on, explore me. I’m sure you can be careful with those claws.”


With how the dragon drew me in, how could I refuse? He spread his legs wider, those light green eyes keeping their seductive gaze fixed on me.


I approached, caressing the outer folds of the dragon’s slit. Massaging and teasing the opening, 


His growls and murmurs of approval urged me on. It didn’t take long before I saw the tip of his uniquely colored spire. The tip was a deep purple hue, barbed and succulent looking.


I teased the tip with my index claw, slathering the pre across it as more and more of his ridged length emerged from his scaly folds. He was undoubtedly sensitive in this semi-flaccid state of arousal.


"That’s a good boy, keep going~," he encouraged.


Adjusting into a more crouched position, I moved my tail over and leaned in further. His cock had grown to half its length, and I kept coaxing it out. Gently teasing the ridges with my claws, I didn’t let his cock relax for a moment!


Stroking with my claws, I focused on feeling each ridge and inch, the power of it fueling a deep need within my grasp.


“What would you like me to focus on?” I asked curiously.


Nevula leaned his head back and chuckled. “Whatever you want, dear deathclaw. I’m enjoying your claws upon my ridges.”


“I’m enjoying this too. You’ve got quite the unique cock!” I admitted. His entire member was purple, not unlike his scales, with a bulbous base and ridges running from base to tip. It looked both desirable and pleasurable, exactly what I expected from a dragon.


As I maintained my attention, his erection throbbed fully. I stroked across the ridges a few more times before a devious idea filled my mind.


I gave a long, slathering lick across his barbed tip, and then another. I was entranced by both his scent and taste. Wrapping my forked tongue around the very start of his cock, I began to stroke with my slimy appendage, earning a rumbling approval from the dragon. I continued my teasing.


Taking the barbed tip into my muzzle, I suckled on the globs of pre that flowed from his throbbing desire. Using my hands to spread his inner thighs, I pushed my maw further down, bobbing up and down as I gradually worked my way down his considerable length. Given that he was larger than me in every sense, it made sense to let myself adapt to the girth gradually.


This dragon seemed to revel in my slobbering, instinctively moving his hips to encourage me as I worked my way down his sizable cock. It was a recipe for mutual enjoyment.


My own erection peeked from its internal confines. Such allure and action were bound to arouse me too, and I didn’t try to stop or hide it.


I picked up the pace of my muzzle bobbing and used my lengthy forked tongue to my advantage. deathclaws were indeed masters of pleasure, in this regard, and I couldn’t help but tease my own growing erection with my claws as I bobbed gracefully along the dragon's cock. 


I was throbbing almost rhythmically with Nevula. The sensation overwhelmed my senses. I craved more. 


While I wasn’t used to having such a thick spire down my gullet, it didn’t deter me from pushing further along his ridged base. My throat would adapt to this sizable cock.


My tongue and saliva worked in tandem, amplifying the pleasure for the laying dragon. His shifts and jolts inspired me to keep going. The throbs against my tongue drove me wild with desire. Such a needy dragon.


Once I reached a comfortable depth along his ridges, I adjusted my tongue to stroke more of the overall length rather than focusing solely on the sensitive tip. I would have him hilted in my gullet before long:


My desire to take him deeper grew with each head movement, each bob of my muzzle, and each slathering of my tongue. My efforts continued to lube him more and more. The wet sounds echoed throughout the cave, mingling with the dragon’s huffing breaths. I sensed he was holding back, letting me set my own pace, and I appreciated the dragon's willingness to allow me to work at my own speed on his gloriously thick shaft.


I wrapped my tongue around most of his ridges, stroking every inch of him. Despite how deep I was taking him, I noticed his restraint and the pleasure he derived from my actions. 


“That’s a gooood Deathclaw,” Nevula hissed. “Your tongue is working wonders. I’m going to have a difficult time holding myself back if you keep that up!”


His encouragement reassured me I was doing a good job, it was nice. 


His cock throbbed and pulsed, releasing a steady stream of pre. Now that my tongue was properly slathering his length, that potent, succulent taste didn’t relent. It was a strong flavor, not exactly unpleasant, just one I hadn’t anticipated. It's only natural that a dragon would taste entirely unique. 


The more I tasted the subtle throbs from the groaning, rapidly huffing dragon, the more I craved him. Thoughts of his impending orgasm flooded my mind as I pushed my gullet further down his slick shaft. The mixture of saliva and pre eased my descent, allowing me to swallow him deeper.


Leaning forward, I plunged my entire muzzle onto his cock. After a couple of teasing bobs for good measure, I hilted him completely within my expanded maw.


Nevula groaned, a guttural rumble of bliss escaping him as he leaned his head back, his legs shuddering in pleasure. His body instinctively bucked upwards, unable to contain itself.


Feeling his throbbing length within my gullet ignited a wave of arousal in me. I could sense his thick cock pulsing, and I especially felt grateful for my lack of a gag reflex then!


My own erection, fully erect from its slit, throbbed with need. It turned out I enjoyed slobbering on dragon cock! Unable to resist, I reached down and stroked steadily, making a half-hearted attempt to match my own suckling rhythm. It was mostly uncoordinated, out of sync. 


Slowly, I held myself hilted, my snout just shy of his slit. Using my other hand for stability on his inner thigh, I pulled my muzzle back to the tip, keeping my tongue wrapped around him before plunging my mouth all the way down again, kissing his knot against the lips of my muzzle. 


The lewd sounds of pre and saliva mixed together, slickly squelching as I slathered and lubed up his cock. With my focused attention on those ridges, I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. If I was anything to go by! 


Lost in the moment, I was fully immersed in the pleasure of his cock filling my throat while my clawed grasp toyed with my own throbbing length. I teased my own set of five ridges as I went, imagining all the other pleasures this dragon might offer.


He snarled something, gripping the cavern floor with his claws, a deep rumble from his chest followed by an intense moan. I knew what was coming… he was cumming!


The first spurt shot directly down my throat. Luckily, I was hilted at the knot the moment it erupted. Thick ropes of dragon cum plastered the back of my throat, hot and abundant, filling me with a sense of satisfaction that didn’t relent. Each pulse  was a wave of warmth that ignited my arousal. 


I bobbed through his ejaculation, milking this needy dragon for every drop of pleasure I could muster! The consistent throbs of his orgasm were mesmerizing; I could feel each powerful pulse reverberate through his thick shaft, sending shockwaves of bliss coursing through my body. His body trembled beneath me, a testament to the intensity of his release, and I nearly struggled to gulp it all down. 


As I mostly kept him hilted throughout the duration of his climax, I felt his muscles tense and quiver, each contraction urging me to take him deeper. I used my tongue to stroke and squeeze the ridges along his length, relishing the way his throbbing cock responded to my ministrations. His heavy breathing turned into snarling moans, each sound deep and echoing through the cave, in feral, dragonic satisfaction. A testimony that reverberated his sexual prowess on full display. 


It felt as if it would never end! The thick ropes of dragon seed seemed endless, a testament to his need and desire. Mindfully, I lavished attention on the bulbous knot with my tongue during my hilting, ensuring that I was providing him with maximum pleasure as I gulped down the thick, steady, and final burst of cum. 


Finally, I let go of my own shaft, using that hand to hold his hind legs wide, anchoring myself as I savored the final moments. Keeping myself hilted upon his shaft, our eyes met after his climax finally subsided. He grinned at me with half-closed, seductive, beamy eyes. 


It was a look that conveyed he wanted more. With his still swollen knot, I pushed my muzzle down his sensitive shaft once more, teasingly kissing around the ridges of his knot. One final time for emphasis. 


Despite having his entire shaft in my cummy gullet, I continued to slather his knot with my tongue, eliciting approving snarls and growls from him. By this point, I had learned what approval from a dragon truly meant. It was in body compulsions, snarls, and growls. The deep, guttural sounds of feral pleasure coming to surface. 


I pulled back off his knot and slid up his shaft, trailing my tongue across the whole length and ending at his tip. The deep tang of his seed still clung to the roof of my mouth and throat.


Panting, I finally spoke after catching my breath, momentarily distracted by his curious gaze. “I need a breather. Being so engulfed by that knot is breathtaking, literally!” I panted. 


Nevula chuckled, laying his head back. “I understand, dearest deathclaw. That was incredible. For the pleasure you shared and being able to gulp down my pent-up load, I’m impressed.” His cock throbbed with desire as he finished speaking, and I couldn't help but notice it out of the corner of my eye. “I’m not done yet. Why don’t you come give me a ride?” he suggested, beckoning with his claw.


“Insatiable, are we?” I asked in a low, playful growl, adjusting my stance, rising from my crouched position.


“I’ve never ridden a dragon before,” I murmured as I approached, my own erection still prominently throbbing. Stepping over Nevula, I positioned myself just above his chest before settling my haunches onto his belly scales.


I reached down, carefully stroking myself between my ridges with my claws, then backed up along his scales to align under my tail with his erect member. “Yes, this could work…” I pondered aloud, glancing back at the visibly excited dragon.


He reached forward, his claws grazing my scaled hips as he playfully shook to test my stance. “I’m often known as a good seat. You won’t fall off,” he grinned through his fangs. “And I’ll get to see that handsome snout of yours some more~”


“Oh, shush!” I placed a clawed hand on his muzzle. “Let me figure out how this is going to work first.”


I felt his cock throb against the underside of my tail, acting as a helpful guide. Turning around didn’t give me enough visual alignment, so I relied on touch instead.


Using deduction, I reached back, lifting my tail slightly with one hand while planting the other firmly on Nevula’s chest. It took a couple of attempts, his enthusiastic glances not helping my focus but soon enough, I found my mark.


The moment his tip pressed against my tailhole, a few realizations struck me. First, I had overestimated my ability to take this rather large dragon. Second, re-aligning after pulling off was much easier than expected.


“Okaaay…” I took a deep breath, spreading my legs wider for his viewing pleasure. Resting my knees against his abdomen, I kept myself in a half-crouched, half-resting position, allowing for movement once I eased myself further down.


“You’re doing great. Don’t rush it. Let my pre do its thing. You can always just hold yourself on the tip~” he suggested with a not-so-innocent grin.


I didn’t disagree. “I can take the tip at least!” With a strained push, I managed to engulf the barbed tip of his admittedly glorious cock within my tailhole. “Aahhh…” I moaned, keeping myself steady.


Nevula chuckled. “Take some of the ridges now. Make it gradual. I want to feel your tight, sexy hole adapt to my length with each new push~”


Using my legs, I lifted myself up and then pressed back down. I repeated the motion, gradually taking in more of him with each descent. “Oooh, your ridges!” I cried out, feeling the slick schlop as a couple of them finally penetrated me.


He laid his head back, gasping in pleasure. “Mmm, tight and warm… Your flexing feels amazing. Keep doing that!”


“Oh, what? This?” I teased, clenching my haunches as I sank deeper onto him, taking over half his length this time. Our moans echoed through the cavern in unison.


My pace quickened. Bobbing up and down his shaft, I didn’t relent. My own erection bounced with the force of my movements, and with newfound steadiness, I stroked myself as I rode this endowed beast.


“Oh, goodness!” I huffed, almost losing control. His ridges and tip scratched against my internal confines in ways I’d never felt before. The pulse, the throb, the warmth of his pre leaking inside me was an unreal sensation.


I had never been stretched to such an absolute limit.


Then, with a sudden, pleasurable hiss, Nevula gripped my thighs and pushed me down, his expression tight with pleasure. My repeated flexing and squeezing must have sent jolts of bliss along his ridges and barbs, just as they did for me. 


His grip on my thighs tightened, claws pressing to remind me who I was riding. A deep, rumbling growl reverberated through his chest, making the scales under my palms vibrate as he exhaled a shuddered breath.


“That’s it… sink down,” he urged, his voice dripping with pleasure. “Take more of me, let your body stretch-haaah, yesss”


I wasn’t about to argue. The steady, intoxicating warmth of his shaft filled me more with each slow descent. My walls clenched involuntarily as I pushed further, the slickness of his ridges spreading me open with a delicious burn. I bit my lip, eyes half-lidded in hazy satisfaction as I ground my hips down in slow, deliberate circles.


Nevula shuddered beneath me. “Mmh… you’re going to milk me dry at this rate,” he teased, though his voice wavered under the strain of restraint.


I smirked, exhaling a pleased huff. “That the plan?” I murmured, flexing again, delighting in the way his ridges ground against my inner walls. I could feel him pulse, could feel the thick dribble of pre spreading warmth deep inside me.


He bucked his hips subtly, testing my balance, his claws flexing against my thighs. “If it is, then you’d better work for it, handsome.”


Oh, now that was a challenge!


Bracing myself against his chest, I lifted my hips slightly and dropped them again, forcing another pleasured moan from us both. The audible squelching of my stretched hole sliding down his ridges sent a pleasurable shiver up my spine, coaxing a throaty moan past my lips.


Nevula groaned in approval, his tail curling slightly around my own. “Goodness, you’re gripping me so tightly.”


I set a rhythm, rolling my hips as I bounced with slow, purposeful intent. Every downward motion sent a wave of sensation rippling through me, his barbs tugging just enough to drive me wild. My own arousal throbbed against my belly, drooling freely with every motion.


The cavern echoed with wet, shameless sounds, my panting breaths mingling with his deep, pleasured growls. My thighs burned with exertion, but I wasn’t stopping, not when every movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.


Nevula suddenly pushed up into me, his ridges grinding deeper, stretching me just that much more. I gasped, digging my claws into his scales as I clenched hard around him.


“Fuck, Nevula!” was all I could muster.


His grin was sharp, pleased. “There we go~”


I didn’t need further encouragement. My pace increased, my breath hitching with every downward slam. I felt so full, so stretched, each motion igniting pleasure that coiled tight within. My own cock bounced with the force, slick and desperate for release.


My thighs burned, my breath came in ragged gasps, and pleasure coiled dangerously tight in my core. Every bounce, every roll of my hips, sent sparks of sensation shooting up my spine, my walls stretching and gripping around Nevula’s ridged length. I was utterly impaled on him, yet my body demanded more movement, more friction, more of that unbearable, intoxicating heat.


Nevula wasn’t faring much better. His claws gripped my thighs, his chest rising and falling in staggered breaths beneath me. His ridges pulsed inside me, his cock throbbing with a need I could feel in every desperate twitch. The slick schlick of my descent onto him mingled with our pleasured moans, the sound alone nearly enough to tip me over the edge.


“Nev… I-haaah-” My voice hitched, and I slammed down harder, feeling his barbs drag against my deepest walls. My own cock, untouched but unbearably hard, bobbed wildly with each motion, droplets of slick arousal flinging across his scales. Visibly shaking from the intensity. 


Nevula groaned, his grip tightening. “Take it… take all of me~”


And I did. With one final, desperate plunge, I sheathed him fully inside me, my walls clamping down around his ridges as I threw my head back in pure, unrestrained pleasure. Feeling his already bulbous knot pulsing within my anal confines was an otherworldly sensation. His knot engulfed within caused us both to snarl to the cavern ceiling. 


Heat exploded from within. My cock throbbed violently, each pulse a powerful wave building as my loins tightened. Thick ropes of seed shot forth, splattering across Nevula’s scaled abdomen and belly as he lay there, taking the thick strands of my orgasm on his scales. Each pulse was a force unto itself, causing my ridged spines to flare and graze across his scales, sending ripples of sensation through both of us. Every spurt painted his hide in streaks of white, my body convulsing atop him as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. My claws trembled against his chest, the high-pitched moans escaping my lips unabashed as my orgasm wracked through me, each wave of ecstasy washing over me, ridges pulsing violently as I rode out every moment.


Just as I thought I couldn't take any more, the moment my walls clenched tight in the throes of release, Nevula’s breath caught and then he roared a sound that vibrated through me and ignited my senses further.


His claws locked onto my hips, slamming me down as his cock twitched, throbbing deep inside me. A searing warmth flooded my insides, his thick release spilling in deep, pulsing waves that echoed the power of my own climax. I felt every surge, filling me until the slick heat pressed back against my walls, the intensity of his release overwhelming. His ridges flexed and barbs flared as he shuddered beneath me, each pulse of his essence dragging mine out even further. 


We stayed like that for a moment, panting and gasping, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of our explosive connection. The warmth of our shared climax lingered between us, his thick, glistening load deep inside me, a delicious reminder of our raw intimacy. My own spent release splattered across his scales, and upon my claws. I felt the warmth of semen within me, and across my hands. 


Nevula groaned, a lazy, satisfied grin curling his muzzle. “Mmh… Now that… was a ride.”


I huffed out a breathless chuckle, my body still pulsing in the aftermath. “You’re right it was!”


Panting heavily through my fangs, I admired the mess I had made across his body, the sticky remnants of our passionate encounter glistening on his now scales. The warmth still nestled under my tail sent shivers down my spine, and I held myself there, throbbing with heavy lust as the scent of carnal love filled the cavern, making me crave more.


I grinned wickedly, tugging at his knotted shaft playfully as it stuck within me. “I guess you can knot, Nev!” I chuckled, gradually resting my legs despite the trembles still coursing through me.


Panting heavily, the dragon grinned, jumping at the tug of the knot. No doubt he was sensitive. “I can knot,” he declared, bucking his hips playfully with a hiss. “I can knot good, mhmm~”


As he playfully shifted, I leaned in closer, teasingly whispering, “Just remember, it’s not the size of the knot; it’s how you tie it.”


With a laugh, he rolled his eyes, clearly amused. “In that case, I’ll have to show you just how well I can tie it!”


“I already have some evidence of that!” I tugged once more to both our pleasured reactions. We shared a moment of comfortable silence, soaking in the aftermath. I couldn’t help but tease as I nuzzled against him, my muzzle brushing against the sticky mess smeared across his scales. “I seem to have really made a mess of you,” I said, admiring the familiar taste as I spoke and licked across his scales with my forked tongue.


Nevula chuckled, eyeing the evidence of our fun. “That seems like it’s part of the experience being ridden by such a handsome deathclaw~”


I smirked, playfully licking across his body more, taking the compliment. “More like the ‘clean me up’ part!”


He laughed, nudging me with his snout. “Well, I guess we can take a moment to enjoy this before we tackle the cleanup. But don’t think I’m done with you yet; I still have plenty of energy left!”


I raised my scaled brow, my heart racing with excitement. “Oh, is that so? I hope you’re ready for round two then!”


With a shared grin, we settled into a comfortable position, our bodies still intertwined as we savored the warm afterglow. Turning to find a comfortable position, we basked in the warmth of our love making, catching our breath to prepare for the second round of cave echoing bliss.


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