Ugh, I really don't want to be here. Yes I know it's mandatory, yes I know it will "supposely" help, but the last thing I want to do is talk about my past traumas with some stranger. How is that going to help me get better? Hell, why do I even need to talk to you? You have my file right there; surely it goes into all the sordid details of how I became a raging slut who thought her only purpose in life was to be a fucking cocksleeve for anything with a penis throughout my late teens and into my late 20's and how it ruined my life. What's even the big deal? So I maybe got a little crazy last time, and partied too hard. Sure the drinks were a little spiked, that makes it fun! Loosens me up, makes the boys more likely to show a girl a good time. So what if they decided to gangrape me while I was drugged out of my mind? My body is there for the pleasure of others! So what if I tried to drown out the thoughts of that with copious amounts of alcohol the morning after? Wouldn't you want to? Okay fine maybe the sleeping pills were overdoing it, but I obviously survived. I just need to maybe not party so hard anymore. Ugh fine. Fuck. Wish I had a drink for this... Okay what caused me to ruin my life? ... Well, let's see. -- Thinking back, I think it all began when I had my first sexual encounter. What makes it really fucked up is I didn't even realize it was a sexual encounter. But then again I knew absolutely nothing about sex at the time. How could I, after all? I hadn't even hit puberty yet, and I always thought sex didn't/couldn't involve different species. I had no way to know that the dragon had been sexually molesting me for months before.. before... THAT happened. I just thought that's how dragons treated each other. That's what he told me, and I had no way to know he was lying. And before you ask, the fucker got exactly what he deserved and is hopefully still rotting in hell. But boy did he have his fun with me for a long time before that happened. I'd always been something of a tomboy growing up, much to my parents' chagrin. Despite them always dressing me up in skirts and tights and dresses I was always running around playing in the mud or exploring the woods behind the village. It didn't help that it was a small village with almost nothing to keep kids entertained. The girls would play house, and the boys would either get into scraps or run around playing in the woods pretending to fight monsters. Sure there was a playground, but it was incredibly basic and kind of run down. So it's really no surprise that every day I would come home either caked in mud, my tights torn and legs scraped up from crawling through bramble patches, or my clothes had a layer of dirt and dust built up from when I found a cave system to explore. No matter what they did, I just could not be convinced to take better care not to tear or dirty my clothes. I always thought that was not fair though; the boys got to do literally everything I did, so why couldn't I? Honestly it was their fault I was ruining my clothes if they kept giving me such flimsy clothing knowing fully well I was going to keep getting into situations better suited for denim pants and not thin skirts. Eventually they would cave in and get me some boy clothes, but only so I stopped destroying my girly clothes crawling through the bramble bushes. Of course, one day my tomboyish behavior got me in trouble. Not with any of the other boys of course, but when exploring a new path in the woods behind my village I found myself getting tangled up in a bramble bush trying to crawl through to a clearing on the other side. I thought I could make it with minimal problem, but I slipped and wound up with my leg caught between a couple branches, unable to free myself with the thorns getting in the way. It was then that I met the dragon that would change my life for the worse. It was around an hour after I had gotten stuck that the dragon showed up, asking what I was doing in his bramble bush? It was there for a reason. I told him between sobs that I was just trying to get through to the clearing on the other side, which got a chuckle out of him, saying that was the point of the bramble, so the adult lizardfolk couldn't get through to hurt him, silly child. But he liked my courage for trying to brute force my way through it anyway, and offered to help free me in exchange for keeping him company for a bit. A small price to pay. Of course, I was absolutely terrified of him. You always hear stories about how dragons and lizardfolk are always fighting, and how dragons especially liked to eat young maidens. The dragon spent several minutes assuring me that I would not be harmed, that he was a friendly dragon who loved children! He would never dream of harming a child, so of course I could trust him. It wasn't like I had any choice though, it was either trust him to help me out or be stuck here forever (or have him make a meal of me regardless of what I chose) so I agreed to spend some time with him if he helped me out. His thick scales allowed him to reach his head into the bush without being harmed, and he carefully bit at the branches holding my leg so that they snapped without harming me further. Once my leg was free he opened up a path through to the clearing so I could get through. Now that I was free and in the clearing I'd been trying to get to, I had a choice. I could try my luck and run away, but something told me that would be a very bad idea, despite not knowing why. I did know that he would be very likely to catch me quite easily if I did try to run, so I decided to try and trust him, despite being absolutely terrified of him. I think I was very brave standing there while the dragon circled me slowly. It was a good chance to check out the creature that had either saved me or was about to eat me. He was pretty big! (Well okay, he was maybe the size of a large pony but when you're barely even 3 feet tall that's MASSIVE, especially when the largest animal you're used to is a golden retreiver.) He had immaculate ruby red scales, and pretty golden eyes. He walked on all fours, and had a fairly lithe form with a long tail that ended in a point, not a spade like you typically tend to see. His talons looked very sharp, but his claws looked like they were dextrous enough for him to manipulate things without harming them. He had a lot of sharp looking teeth as well, and his smile was incredibly intimidating as a result. I could tell he was trying to be friendly though. His fleshy bits (tongue, inside of his mouth, etc) were a very dark red in color. His tongue was quite long and pointed, easily as long as both my arms outstretched. As he circled me, he was checking me out in return while talking reassuringly that I was safe, that I was pretty brave for a little girl, how all those scratches had to be painful. If I let him, he'd be more than happy to tend to my wounds so they wouldn't hurt as much. He had heard that dragon kisses had magical healing powers, and wanted to see if they would help. I thought he was full of it of course, but in that childlike way when you know someone is just being obviously silly to lighten the mood. It worked though, and I sat down as he ran his tongue over my scratched up legs and arms. He spent several minutes licking my wounds clean, making sure the bleeding had stopped at the very least. He didn't just stick to the scratched up areas however. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but thinking back on it it was a a bit strange that his tongue would snake its way halfway up my thighs when most of the scratches were below the knees. It made me feel uncomfortable, but he assured me he was just making sure I wasn't scratched anywhere else, nothing more. I honestly don't know if "dragon kisses" actually did help, but it helped enough to make me feel more comfortable around him. He then spent several minutes licking my face and chest, saying it was a modified version of how dragons greeted each other, with my softer skin in mind. Usually there'd be more teeth involved, but I didn't have the scales to handle that kind of show of affection. He kept his tongue outside my clothes at least, but thinking back it did seem like he was subtly focusing on my breasts. We then spent several minutes sitting and chatting, with him constantly nuzzling me like a big cat. After an hour or so, he apparently heard my parents calling for me (he has very good hearing! I couldn't hear a thing) and offered to help me over the briar bush this time. He suggested that I keep his existence a secret; he didn't want to get me in trouble for talking to a dragon. I didn't understand why as he seemed like a nice dragon, but he assured me that while he was a nice dragon many of the adults wouldn't see him that way, and would try and chase him away, and we'd never get to see each other again. I didn't want that, so I agreed to keep his existence a secret. He said he I was welcome to visit him in his glade any time, but maybe it would be better if I waited for him to help me over the brambles next time instead of trying to climb through. Less chance of my getting hurt, and it wouldn't force him to break open the one thing keeping him safe from the mean adults that might want to hurt him. So off I went to get yelled at by my parents for destroying yet another dress and pair of tights and getting all scratched up. Over the next few weeks I'd visit the dragon in his glade, and we'd hang out for several hours. And every time he'd greet me the same way, licking all over my face and chest in what I would later learn was usually considered a sensual manner meant to be done between lovers, purring heavily the whole time. We'd talk, we'd play, and sometimes we'd cuddle. He greatly enjoyed cuddling with me, using it as an excuse to nose and nuzzle my body all over, slowly over time getting more daring with his tongue, snaking it along my arm and sneaking it underneath the sleeve of my top. Of course he would do it as a game, letting that long appendage slip underneath the sleeve of my top and poking it out the neckline or the other side, wiggling the tip when it was visible, or running it down my front to tickle my belly. It was quite silly, and would make me giggle. I had no reason to believe he had ulterior motives to his playful behavior, especially since being a 4 legged dragon he did a lot of things with his tongue where his talons would not suffice. And around the time I was supposed to go home he'd help me over the briar patch, reminding me that this was to be our little secret. Eventually I got to the point where I felt comfortable aroud him enough for our games to include him stalking me while I ran around the glade screaming and giggling. He'd eventually chase me, making sure I could always stay just outside his reach, before he'd pounce and "viciously" attack me with tongue and nibbles all over. I'd then chase him, with him keeping juuuust out of my reach for a few minutes before he'd let me "catch" him. One day he offered to take me swimming. There was a small pond nearby, not more than a 10 minute trot from here. It was definitely a warm day, so I readily agreed to do so. I said I had to go get my swimsuit first, but just asked if that was really necessary? It was just the two of us; it wasn't like anyone was going to see me other than him, and he was a dragon. The need for clothes was a meaningless concept to his kind. If it really bothered me I could keep my panties on, but lizardfolk went around topless all the time (of course he left out the part where it was almost always the males that did.) Honestly I couldn't really argue that; it sounded like it made sense. So off we went to the nearby pond, with me climbing onto his back and riding him like a pony while he trotted through the forest at a quick pace. It was honestly a lot of fun! Once we got to the pond he stooped down so I could climb off. Once I was, he went full sprint into the pond, leaping in with a giant splash and roaring gleefully. I was still a bit torn about getting into the pond without a swimsuit, but he was making it look like so much fun that I wound up forgetting about my nervousness and jumped in after stripping down to my panties. We then spent the next half hour playing, splashing at each other, playing tag in the water (with him being a dirty cheater with his tail) and then laying in the grass to dry off for another 20 minutes. He was of course his usual friendly self, licking my face and (now bare) chest, nuzzling and nipping me all over, and just generally being affectionate. By this point I had gotten pretty used to feeling his tongue on my skin, even when I had a top on, that I didn't even think twice about it. And then he started slowly dragging his tongue along my body, starting with one arm, taking long slow licks up along it, and down the other arm. When he started working his way across my chest, I started to squirm a bit uncomfortably, especially when his tongue would drag along my nipples. It only happened once or twice before he moved on, so I didn't think much of it. It was when he started getting uncomfortably close to my panties that I complained that I didn't like that, at which point he'd apologize and back off, saying he sometimes forgot I wasn't a hatchling. He was used to giving his hatchlings a tongue bath regularly and preening them all over. They're all grown up and left the nest ages ago, but he still missed doting on them, playing with and preening them and snuggling with them. I remind him so much of them, he can't help but think of me as one of his sometimes, and would forget that I may not like being treated like a hatchling. He seemed kind of sad when he talked about how much he loved his hatchlings. It made me feel a little bad for him. He asked if I would be okay if he kept giving me a tongue bath, so long as he avoided my private areas. He wanted to dote on me, but didn't want me to feel uncomfortable. If I said no, he'd leave it at that. But I agreed, so long as he didn't touch my privates. And true to his word, his tongue didn't get too close. He still dragged it down and between my legs, but only halfway up my thighs. It still felt a little weird, but I didn't want to upset him. Once he was finished with my ankles (I got too ticklish around my feet for him to continue) he brought over my clothes so I could get dressed, saying if we hurried we could still get some play time in back at the clearing before I was expected to return home, once again reminding me that all of this had to be kept a secret, or I'd likely not be allowed to see him ever again. As the hot summer days went on we'd end up going swimming more. I made sure to bring my swimsuit with me, but the first few times I had to change into and out of it, and made him promise not to look while I changed. He kept his promise though, not looking my way at all (even when I'd check to see if he was peeking) until I told him he could look. He'd compliment me on it, saying it looked very cute on me. It didn't change his behavior of course, especially when we were drying off. He'd still lick and nibble me everywhere, and continue to snake his tongue in and around the top of my swimsuit, and it would look funny seeing his tongue wriggle around between my skin and the somewhat tight fitting damp fabric, though he'd complain about how the suit felt on his tongue even when he wasn't trying to wriggle it underneath, especially when he was trying to tongue bathe me like he usually did after a swim. After a few swims he started cleaning himself as well, including his crotch like it were no big deal. Every now and then I'd end up seeing something fleshy poke out of his slit, but he'd just pass his tongue over it a couple times and move on like it was no big deal. There were a few times when he'd be in the middle of cleaning himself, only for him to end up drawing me up against him and transition between cleaning both of us. During these times that fleshy bit between his legs would end up peeking out quite a bit more. When I asked him about it, he said not to worry about it, it just sometimes happens when he's feeling really good. Best to just ignore it when that happens, which seemed to happen every time he'd tonguebathe me lately. Eventually I wouldn't bother with the swimsuit, just choosing to strip down to my panties instead. ...and eventually I'd remove the panties as well. I mean, he was right; it was just us, and he was a dragon; surely it wasn't inappropriate with a creature that didn't wear clothing in the first place, right? And if anyone did try and spy on me the dragon would make very quick work of the pervert, right? I still made him look away when I was changing out of them for the swim, to which he did oblige. He probably thought I was going to put my swimsuit on. He was certainly surprised when I wound up joining him in the lake without putting on my swimsuit though. His eyes seemed to gleam when he realized I was quite naked beneath the waters. Perhaps it's just my imaginiation, but it seemed like he was attempting more physical contact with my body now. Not that he avoided it in the past, we were constantly in contact with each other whenever we were swimming. He seemed to spend a lot more time underwater as well. I didn't think anything of it of course, he'd usually come back up and splash me with quite a bit of water. I figured he was just being exceptionally playful that day. It didn't occur to me that he was trying to ogle my exposed snatch under the water, and used the splashing to try and hide it. He wound up doing it a lot with later swims, too. He seemed to get a lot more snuggly with me too when we'd dry off after our swim, drawing me close to his warm body and being quite thorough in his tongue-bathing, taking his time and making sure I was REALLY clean. Especially when he'd get to my belly. I could feel his warm breaths wash over my belly and crotch. I got a little squirmy, half expecting him to try and bathe my private parts but he just went from slow licks of my belly to along my hips and down my thighs, before working on himself with his long tongue. It was at this point that I noticed his fleshy thing was very much exposed. Not only was it exposed, but it was very stiff. It was almost as long as my upper arm was, and in some spots even thicker. At the base, where it seemed to be at its thickest, at which point it would slowly taper down to where it had a slight curve about halfway, before thickening up again just above the tip which looked like a rounded arrowhead. The tip had bumps around the base, and the whole thing was a very deep red like his tongue was. He must have caught me staring at it, because suddenly I heard him apologize, saying he didn't realize he was that exposed. Since I had never seen a penis before, especially not one fully erect like this, I asked him again what it was. He seemed a bit embarrassed, and again said not to worry about it. I asked if it hurt, because it was throbbing like it was uncomfortable, to which he just laughed and said no, quite the opposite. It meant he was feeling /really/ good if it looked like that. But it wasn't polite to show it around strangers, which was making him feel really bad about accidentally showing it to me. I thought that was a funny thing to say, and said but we weren't strangers. To which he just smiled down at me, gave me a lick across the tip of my nose, and said no, I was right, we aren't, so maybe it's okay after all. Just... try not to touch it. He was still shy about it, and didn't think he was ready to bring too much attention to it just yet. I did my best to ignore it while we snuggled a little more, and eventually it receded back into his slit. I asked him if that would happen to me if I started feeling that good, to which he laughed, saying he doubted that, but there were certainly other ways my body would respond to feeling that good when the time came. But again, don't worry about it right now. Plenty of time in the future for that. After a few more minutes of snuggling he had me get dressed again, then we went back to the clearing where he helped me back over the bramble patch. As usual he reminded me that this was to be kept a secret. But this time he said I probably should stay away for a couple days. Not that he didn't want to see me, but because it wouldn't be safe for me. While he was friendly, not all of his kind was, and he had a very important meeting that he had to deal with. Once it was safe for me to return, he'd leave some kind of sign that I'd be able to easily recognize. Hmmm... Oh, that big tree that was at the split in the road? He'd snap one of the branches on his side of it and leave it dangling. An innocuous enough sign, and I'd be able to easily recognize it! I was still pretty upset, so I made him PROMISE he'd let me know as soon as it was safe. It would wind up being a very grueling couple of days. I was so used to spending my time with the dragon that I had legitimately no idea what to do with my time. It didn't help that the dragon was literally the only friend I had (not for a lack of trying, but the other girls thought I was too weird to hang out with, and the other boys didn't want to be seen hanging out with a girl, even if I was more interested in playing in the mud and playfighting than pretending to take care of a househould and whatever other sissy stuff I was expected to do.) I didn't want to make my parents suspicious that something was off, so I spent most of my free time exploring, making absolutely certain that I walked past the old oak tree the dragon was talking about every day so I wouldn't miss anything. I made sure to keep to the right path of course, I didn't want to risk the wrath of the dragon or whoever he was seeing. My parents definitely did take notice that something was amiss, but I just played it off like my favorite play area was being overrun by a group of bullies who wouldn't let me play there anymore. Which.. wasn't entirely a lie? But it still felt weird to lie to my parents. I also didn't expect my parents to do something about it either, so it was to my benefit that there actually WAS a group of bullies who had taken over the neighborhood playground. It still nearly gave me a panic attack when I found out the next day. But then almost 5 days later I saw the sign I was looking for; the oak tree had a broken branch that was barely hanging off the left side. At last! My best friend in the whole world was finally ready to see me again! Almost immediately I was running down the path to the bramble patch, calling out to the dragon. He seemed a bit surprised to see me so soon, but he was definitely very happy I still came. The next few days were much like they always had been. We'd play, we'd snuggle, sometimes we'd go swimming, I'd continue to swim naked, he'd preen me, seem to get embarrassed when he started feeling really good during it, we'd snuggle some more, then return to the glade for some more playtime where we'd chase and wrestle with each other, before finally helping me back over the bramble bush so I could go back home. About a week after his return though, things changed a bit. It was a bit of a rainy day; not so rainy that it was dangerous to be out in, but enough that my parents said that if I went out playing in the rain and came back home coated in mud again like last time I'd be grounded, boy clothes or not. Mom did NOT spend the day making the house spotless only for me to get the whole house filthy with mud. They'd leave a washbasin out for me if they had to but I was NOT to make the house look like a burden-beast barn. That was fine with me though, if nothing else I could wash up in the dragon's pond before coming back home. Like hell I wasn't going to get wet and messy with my best friend. As usual, I wandered down the trail to the bramble bush, and called out for the dragon. It took him a few minutes to appear this time however, as he was apparently not expecting me. I simply told him I wasn't one of those sissy girly lizards that couldn't handle a little water, so why wouldn't I come by today? He was greatly amused at the mock indignation in my voice, and agreed to help me over so we could play some more. But instead of playing in the glade like we usually did, he had me ride him to his cave, on the off chance that I might want to spend some time somewhere out of the rain. It wasn't far from the pond either, so I could get cleaned up there too if I needed to. He didn't it would be good if I ruined my clothes. I just rolled my eyes and said he was starting to sound like my parents; if it was that big a deal I'd just take my clothes off before playing in the rain. They can't get filthy if I'm not wearing them, right? I lived for playing in the rain and getting all muddy! It wasn't fair that the boys got to all the time but I couldn't! If that meant I had to play naked to keep everyone happy, then so be it! He was surprised at my outburst, but did agree that if I was going to anyway, it probably would be for the best if I did keep my clothes somewhere safe and dry. After all, it was just us, and he always made sure nobody he didn't want around could get into his part of the forest. If I wanted to play naked, it could just be our little secret. I could just leave my clothes draped over the rock just inside his cave if I wanted; the rain shouldn't drench them from there. So I ran inside, stripped myself down, hastily tossed my clothes in a heap on the rock, and ran outside with just as much enthusiasm as I had going in. The dragon was greatly amused at my rambunctious behavior, watching over me as I ran around in the mud squealing with delight, not a care in the world. I probably should have been bothered that I was completely exposed to the dragon, but I was still very mad about how unfair the world was, and with as often as I went swimming naked and cuddling with the dragon afterwards, it just felt like a perfectly normal thing to do. Heck, I felt like I was like him, a dragon that was free from all the restrictive rules that adults like to set upon themselves and each other, and not a girl lizardman who had to play sissy games and dress stupid and obey stupid rules meant to keep me from being myself. Heck, I was so excited to finally be free like a dragon, even if only for a few hours, that I started rawring at him like one, roleplaying being a rambunctious baby dragon that was enjoying playtime with her daddy dragon. It was so much fun, too! I'd pounce him, play wrestle in the mud, sometimes he'd let me win, only to pin me on my back and make me squeal in excitement as he tickled my belly with the tip of his muzzle or tickle me with his tail in various places. Once I had properly worn myself out, he curled around me and brought me in close for snuggles while licking me clean of mud in the rain. And I loved every second of it. It genuinely felt like he was treating me like one of his hatchlings, cleaning me up after a long day of playing in the mud. He'd even play-scold me if I got a little too frisky and bapped his face with my paws gently. We were both so absorbed in the father-daughter play that I didn't even make a fuss when I felt his tongue get dangerously close to my privates. Even when I felt that supple appendage brush over my vent several times in what I assumed was an effort to clean the caked mud from my hide. It did make me squirm a bit, but it also made me feel a little weird. But not in a bad way? It was shortly after he had finished cleaning my skin that I noticed he was getting VERY excited. His fleshy bits were once again fully erect and throbbing. I asked if my play-pretending to be his daughter really made him feel that good. I wasn't expecting him to freeze up, but I guess once he realized my question was a lot more innocent than he initially assumed, he relaxed, chuckled and just said in more ways than I could ever possibly realize, the tone of his voice suggesting something... not so innocent. But it wasn't like I could recognize that. He continued to preen himself, shuddering a bit when his tongue would brush against his fleshy bits, cleaning the little flakes of mud around them from when we were wrestling earlier. I asked if he was alright, to which he simply responded yes, with how good he was feeling right now, cleaning himself was feeling extra special. He hoped I didn't mind though, he needed to make sure it was still clean after all that playing we did. It might still need some more cleaning even, but if he was going to do that he should probably go inside the cave first. I asked him if I could help him, since he's always cleaning me up. He just chuckled, and said maybe another time. I was more than welcome to watch him though, to see how dragons cleaned themselves proper. He'd even go over what the various bits of him were as he worked, so that if he ever had me help him in the future he could tell me where I needed to focus without any confusion. In the meantime I could sit and dry off in the safety of his cave. I didn't see anything wrong with this, so I followed him inside. He checked behind himself once or twice while we walked into the cave, as if nervous about something. I asked him if everything was alright to which he replied yes, he just wanted to see if the clouds had started to clear up yet. Once we were inside, he got a fire going, and settled himself down in such a way that I could very clearly watch him bathe himself in the light of the fire. His fleshy bits had gotten less stiff, now just kind of drooping off to the side. He didn't start there however, instead choosing to start with his front and slowly work his way along his body, cleaning and preening himself much like a cat might, describing the various parts of his anatomy like his clavicle, his sternum, humerus, radius, ulna, femur, obvious things like ribs, hips and pelvis, thighs, calves, toes, and tail. When he did get to his crotch at first, he didn't focus at all on his slit, which had his fleshy bits just barely poking out at this point. He said he'd get back to that later; it's a sensitive area so he wants to save it for last. He worked down along his legs, even going so far as to chew between his toes to dig out any mud that had caked in there, as well as making sure every inch of his ruby red tail was immaculate. Only then once he was finished, did he return to his crotch, making a great show of cleaning it slowly and carefully, pointing out the various bits of his more private anatomy as if it were a perfectly normal thing to discuss with soemone else's child. He pointed out things like his cloacal slit, and how it served to cover and keep dirt and debris away from his fleshy bits, as I seemed to call them. Of course even if it was there to keep things clean, he still had to occassionally get in there and make sure it stayed clean, epecially since it didn't stay closed all the time. He figured I probably knew something about that, given I also have a slit to keep my inner bits protected. His tongue would dance around his slit, gently but firmly scraping along and getting any dirt that had settled around the scutes there, before slipping his tongue deep inside his slit. I asked if that felt weird, to which he replied yes, but in a good way, and it was necessary to make sure he got it as clean as possible. As I watched him dance his tongue around inside his slit, I saw his fleshy bits start to slide out, enraptured by the sight of his appendage growing longer and larger until it was once again fully erect. Sure I had seen it before, but I'd never watched it grow out of his crotch. It was always just... there when I would see it. He then started talking about his fleshy bits, pointing out that it was in fact his penis, and that most boy dragons (and probably boy lizardfolk) had one. It was where he peed from, among other things (which got an Eeeww! from me, but that just made him chuckle.) Since it had to stick out so he could pee from it, it could be prone to having bits of dirt stick to it, hence why it was so important that he clean himself regularly. It was also incredibly sensitive, which is why it would sometimes peek out if he was feeling particularly good. The better he felt, the more it sticks out. That's why I'll sometimes see it when I'm snuggling with him. It just makes him feel really good to be with me. But it also feels really good to clean it, which is why he would save it for last so he wouldn't have to worry about getting too distracted by the great feelings it sent through him. And since we were playing quite a bit in the mud, he would need to be extra thorough to make sure his penis was as clean as possible. He started taking long slow licks of his fleshy bits with his long tongue, curling and dancing around the deep red appendage like a snake trying to coil around a stick. As he did so he would glance at me every now and then, as if to see if I was paying attention. But I couldn't /not/ watch this. It was such a captivating display for reasons I could not understand. After a few minutes of watching his tongue dance and twine, he started to shudder lightly, his eyes fluttering closed. At this point I probably should have realized he was getting himself off, but masturbation and sexual pleasure were such an alien concept to me; I had no way to know that this was FAR from something appropriate to do, especially around someone he liked to consider like a daughter. Even when he started grunting as he came into his muzzle, his jaws hiding the tip from view as his tongue guided every drop down his own throat so I couldn't see, did I suspect anything was up. Shortly after getting the last spurt down his throat, he opened his eyes. They looked quite glazed over from contentment. When he saw that I was still in the cave watching him, he apologized profusely, saying he didn't mean to get carried away there. I asked if he was sure it didn't hurt, because he was twitching all weird there for a couple seconds like it was sore, but he just assured me that he was far from hurting. He was twitching because it felt amazing to clean it so thoroughly, almost overwhelmingly so. It's why he saves it for last, after all. But now that he was finished cleaning himself, if I had any questions now was certainly the time since it was almost time to head on back home. And boy did I have questions. Like if he peed from it, where does the pee come from? And why don't I have a penis if that's what it's used for? I don't think he was quite expecting those questions, but after a few seconds of consideration he did answer them. He had an opening in his penis called a urethra that he peed from. He'd be more than happy to demonstrate this at a later time if I desired, but right now he didn't feel like he had to pee. As for why I don't have a penis, he said that was a bit more complicated and might take longer than he has today to explain. But he could tell me that I did have a urethra inside of my slit. In fact, our bits weren't all that different, save for his bits were more external and mine were more internal. If I wanted he could point out where my urethra was at least before I had to go, but I'd have to spread open my slit so he direct my fingers to it more easily. Dragons and lizardfolk were a lot alike, but there were still some differences that he couldn't just point and say for sure that was where something was. I wasn't sure if I felt comfortable doing that, and he said that was fine. It was merely a suggestion, but if I ever did want to know he'd be more than happy to help me learn. He enjoyed teaching me, I made for an excellent and attentive student! But now it was time to get dressed. He still had to get me back to the glade and over the briar patch. At least the rain had let up some, so hopefully I wouldn't get in too much trouble for walking the muddy path back home. At least my clothes weren't coated in mud! It was very clever of me to keep them safe and dry while we played. -- ... what do you mean time's up? I haven't even gotten to the horrific part yet. Ugh, whatever. Fine, fuck off then. Yeah yeah, tomorrow, same time. Not like I'm going anywhere for a while... Could you at least convince them to undo the strap? It's fucking boring in here and I could use a little "me" time, rub a couple out, you know? Bitch.