I LIKE things like:
Musk, balls, anus
sweat, sniff, transformation, hypnosis...
I DON'T LIKE SOOO MUCH:
scat, snuff, Gore
things like this
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Shaking, barely held upright, hips pressed forward with thighs spread. Fireworks popping behind vacant eyes. Desperately presenting his ravenously needy penis so his new love could keep touching it. What a proud example of the terrifying night fury.
The dragon had lived a fully isolated life before that fateful crash. Never socializing with others, never learning about them or his own body, just quietly participating in the queen's raids to keep them protected. But now things had been different. Toothless, as he was now named, was in the companionship of another animal, one of the vikings. A viking who brought comfort instead of pain. A viking who introduced something wonderful over the last few weeks. What began as timid rubs to the dragon's cloaca became his first tingly waves of arousal. Pressure built in ways it had not before, until those firm lips parted, spread open by a rapidly growing pillar of meat. Toothless had never felt nor seen anything like it! Even light curious brushes of his paw sent tingling waves through its fleshy bulk, causing his groin to involuntarily clench..
This swiftly became the center of that human's attention, and his own as well. It was just so sensitive! Every tender stroke or squeeze left Toothless shuddering with newfound pleasure. The dragon didn't want it to stop. Only for endless petting across this bizarre new limb. Tension only seemed to build while soft hands touched and explored. Euphoria climbed higher, sharper, rapidly consuming every basic thought. Toothless felt its tip swelling with white hot bliss. His eyes rolled back, vent clamping down....!
... But then it stopped. Those magical hands let go nearly as soon as they had started. Pressure remained, a sudden thick slime pushing out through his quivering urethra, but the stimulation had gone. Without a source, the tingling heaven rapidly faded, and that bloated flare shrank back down. Toothless gasped for breath, whimpering with confusion and joy all the same. Part of him wanted to whine out in protest and urge his friend to continue, but he was so occupied with the new flood of emotions that he couldn't really focus. He just nuzzled into the belly of his rider, channeling his newfound lust into raw affection, cuddling the smaller creature in a complete manic daze. His cock still rigid and pulsing on its own the entire time. A raw manifestation of love. Eventually, that first erection managed to relax and pull away, vanishing up his cloaca in the same way it appeared. But much of the tension remained deep within his core. Toothless was too melty to really notice. Ignorant of what just happened.
Not having any prior experience, such a naive creature couldn't have known he was simply teased. Worked up by a companion who lacked the confidence to follow through. And just when Toothless was seconds away from his first orgasm, he was left hanging, his now awoken reproductive tract uselessly primed and ready to fire. Hormones were now flowing in volumes the animal hadn't even experienced during development, all from one denied release. Yet he was content, happy, having just been pet in a [i]really[/i] [b][i]really[/i][/b] good spot by his favorite human.
They cuddled for the next few hours, giving the worked up night fury time to calm his buzzing nerves and find comfort in his rider. Here they remained until morning, Toothless far too vulnerable to let his partner escape, holding him close throughout the night. Soon after waking, Toothless found his human exploring around his rump again.. remembering what lead to such pleasures yesterday, the dragon happily accepted. In no time at all that mysterious pressure returned, and his rather large appendage soon pushed back into the world. After lots of impatient fidgeting while the human simply gawked at the pulsing thing, the hulking beast was finally gifted more touches all over his penis…
This time, there were clear intentions. Instead of an impulsive scramble of hands, his friend was much more careful, methodical, taking the time to examine every delicate bump and ridge. While Toothless still had no understanding of his penis, he clearly didn’t need it! Each soft press against that erogenous limb was a fresh building wave of untamed ecstasy. The big squishy petals halfway up its length were especially reactive, as was the hefty red tip, expanding with every prolonged throb. All the critter had to do was stand there and lose himself. Shuddering hard whenever those incredible places were fondled, something his rider clearly took note of and focused on exploiting. Toothless was left huffing and groaning, mindlessly pushing his spire forward for extra contact, craving so much more. The longer this new session went on the more slime drooled from that clenching organ. The more strain gathered inside, the harder it flexed the further his brain dissolved. This time, he wasn’t just left hanging.. he was intentionally kept there. Purposefully brought towards his first orgasm without the final push his virgin loins needed. What Toothless didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. After all, the joy was plastered across his adorable face; eyes half rolled with teeth bared, cheeks burning hot, pitiful sounds escaping his throat. The night fury had never been happier, never felt more loved, never felt this level of pleasure.. and didn’t get a break from feeling it either. His beloved friend was [s]devious[/s] kind enough to keep going for much, much longer. Minutes blended together. The dragon had no remaining sense of time. All he really had was his penis and the flawless individual caressing it. By the time his companion finally did stop, Toothless was wound tighter than a vice and barely able to breathe. Precum boiled from his enlarged twitching flare. He could hardly force out a pathetic whimper to beg for more.
Once again, the poor thing hadn’t been given a climax. Not that he would figure that out, all he put together was that he had a new perfect spot to be pet and it was his human who knew how. The moment he was able to move his limbs the near-mythical predator shamelessly begged. Arching his back, spreading his hinds, anything to make the viking see the raging hunk of meat and nerves, anything for a few more minutes of special attention. He was only given cuddles in return, stroked along the more usual places; across the neck, under the jaw, around his shoulders. It did little to distract him from the urgent contractions in his cock.. but it was a much needed comfort while his head spun with confused arousal. He nuzzled into those precious hands while huffing and whining, constant tremors going through his hinds, length uselessly throbbing. It took much longer to relax this time. Toothless was horribly clingy for the rest of the day, only losing his erection just before his companion left him alone in the cove.
He hardly slept that night, still feeling hot and tense without any clear outlet, just desiring his company to return, and to touch his shaft again.. simple memory reducing the beast to a squirmy mess until rest eventually claimed him. Yet the instant he was awake he was pacing, vent puffy with backed up desire, eagerly waiting for his master to return. Such a rush of elation and lust shot through Toothless upon finally spotting that face. The dragon bound over, his dick practically exploding from his rump and pulsing in seconds. He showered his love in nuzzles and licks while not-so-subtly making sure that aching tool was in full view. The viking seemed very content with the display, and rewarded this behavior with a nice lengthy cock massage…
Things rapidly progressed over the next few weeks. The night fury’s innocence had been corrupted during a brief lapse in judgement, but no effort was made to undo that damage. It was exacerbated instead. Toothless was masturbated just once a day initially, giving that beautiful rod of nerves minutes of careful stimulation until it was just a few squeezes shy of bursting, leaving the animal blissed out of his mind. Release was never provided, every perverse session only further preparing the dragon’s loins to erupt. His brain began to struggle under the onslaught, constantly bathed in the chemicals that told him to cum, to reproduce. Toothless had no such understanding for these signals nor instinct to guide them. He only had the one being who would keep touching his penis and making it feel rapturous euphoria. Even if he were capable of realizing that tension only got worse after their time together, he was too dazed to put his feral thoughts to use. He just [b]needed[/b] more, and every time he got more, that intense need only deepened. Toothless grew more insistent, smothering his [s]companion[/s] [b]mate[/b] with affection any time they were together, usually with his completely indecent spire flexing hard in the open air.
Despite the risks of making the beast even more desperate, reducing his capability to focus during flight and possibly getting him spotted, this human clearly had a depraved interest in seeing how far it could go. So Toothless was given more touches, and more, and more. What was one session swiftly became two, then three, then five. Those periods stretched from minutes to sometimes an hour or more of mind-melting heaven and unthinkable pressure. As confidence grew, those edges were pushed ever closer to the brink every time, the trembling dragon able to be kept just a light rub away from disaster. Soon, just about any time the night fury begged for cock touches (which was all day) he was rewarded them. Nearly every waking moment together devolved into stroking his breeder, or kissing, nursing, embracing, cuddling.. and this only served to accelerate the dragon’s addiction. Few things mattered more than getting sexual attention. His reproductive tract was unknowingly on the verge of collapse, with overswollen ducts and enlarged veiny testes, pumping out more hormones each time they neared an orgasm that wasn’t coming.
Before long even that heightened debauchery came up short. Flights were interrupted with increasing frequency, Toothless squirming with lewd groans until they landed, just so he could smush his leaky tip into his rider’s face and demand petting. Eventually he would just land without debate, needing to have his perception reduced to the flesh between his legs, hopelessly showing it off to his rather delighted mate. Such behavior was once again encouraged with a lengthy edging session, usually half an hour of caressing his penis, making him bare his teeth and huff ragged, forcing the flare to swell beyond reason. So much frothing dragon nectar poured out. His master was definitely pleased by his display, so it must be good. Flight was certainly challenging after such fresh rubs that left his head spinning, but the beast somehow managed. He wanted this. He craved the nirvana hanging from his vent. No matter how unbearably tight his loins got. No matter how dizzy and obsessed it left him.
This too was not enough. Every moment together already led to excessive indulgence.. the simple solution was more time together! The dragon easily pressured his mate into staying in their cove for days at a time. The viking certainly seemed gleeful about sinking even further down this path. So many hours joyfully dedicated to keeping Toothless trapped in immeasurable ecstasy. So many days thrown away just to fuel that ever growing addiction. Anything was worth watching his cute muzzle during that critical period. An overwhelmed grimace to match the sheer euphoria coursing through his cock. Breaths diminished to labored grunts, lips peeled back, eyes staring off into space. Steaming fluid endlessly streamed from his tip and easily left puddles amongst the grass. Toothless would have simply collapsed if his legs weren’t completely locked. The world didn’t exist outside of his length. And Toothless couldn’t remember a time before all this endless maddening bliss. Eventually they would end up laying on their soft mossy bedding as the sun set, but that didn’t mean an end to their intimacy. Toothless got to embrace his love and moan while his penis was embraced in turn. Something the dragon was especially fond of, getting so much of his spire stimulated at once, feeling the love of his mate directly. Having the nectar nursed directly from his breeder until he blacked out from pleasure once more. He wouldn’t even lose his angrily flexing stiffness while sleeping anymore. Then in the morning he would be woken with the extreme craving for more, and the cycle would repeat. Nothing mattered more than his gratification.
Yet of course, that still wasn’t enough. His balls were pumping out impossible amounts of virile seed that just backed up deep in their aching fragile pipes. The lust was unthinkable. It consumed every fiber of his body. The days his human would spend away were far too much to bear. Even with his nigh-permanent erection, Toothless managed to claw his way out of the cove, heading directly for the settlement he used to raid. He followed the smell of his rider, somehow avoiding detection, weaving between structures on pure instinct alone. Then he waited, quietly observing others passing by from the darkness of a shaded corner. Each second was far too long, the will to remain obscured from those dangerous creatures eroding further with each desperate bob of his cock. But finally, Toothless spotted him wandering the distant streets, and let out a sudden groan to call him over. While his love clearly looked very distressed, Toothless had no other concerns besides getting his dick touched, arching his spine in a pitiful squat that left his swollen flare throbbing between his forelegs. When attention wasn’t immediately provided he let out a broken croon and shifted, jutting that club even further forward, making sure it was painfully obvious. Eventually the viking caved, tucking into that corner with him and applying more of those exquisite flare kisses Toothless loved so much. The beast moaned shamelessly, dousing his mate’s face with productive squirts, shoving his meat forward for every ounce of affection it could receive. There he sat for ten minutes in the riskiest place imaginable, yet it wasn’t nearly long enough. When an opening presented itself his rider tugged him away into a less populated area, where the blissful edging resumed. This too developed into a vicious pattern; during the few spans where his mate left the cove, Toothless would often sneak out to follow, demanding more indulgence while amongst the vikings who could easily end his life. It was a miracle he never got himself caught.
No matter how far his life had fallen from the quiet dignity it once carried, this is what Toothless wanted. This is what made him happy. He never learned what an orgasm was, that he was missing something, that every single moment with his mate only worsened his condition. He didn’t even recall a day before his penis was first touched. It wasn’t important, nothing was more substantial than the sensation his rider gave when tending to his length, especially when it firmed up extra tight and the euphoria muted all other feelings. He never wanted it to stop, and it never would~
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