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Chapter 5:
The things I do for you... Istaryl thought, dropping the drake's clothes to the side of the cot to free his hands. He leaned forward, easing one hand onto the hay mattress, then the other, lifting a tentative foot off the ground, and keeping it midair for several tension-filled seconds. There would be no coming back after this moment. Whatever happened, Istaryl had to stay and face the consequences.
What consequences? He began to shiver, and I offered to warm him up. He would understand.
Istaryl shrugged, trying to stoke his faltering conviction with the help of his grandiose plan. If mere willpower couldn't do it, then lust alone had to suffice. As he looked down upon the drake's form, so charming and petite, Istaryl's blush returned to his cheeks. Desire clouded his mind, blurring his rational side, urging him forward.
He wanted this. He needed this, and so did his new companion and friend. The poor thing trembled like a leaf in the absence of his clothes, flaring Istaryl's guilt at undressing him in the first place. To rectify his mistake, the red drake clambered into the cot, crawling into a side position, so that the limited space fit them both.
Once his body aligned with the stranger's, Istaryl wrapped an arm around his back, pulling him against him, until their white bellies met and grinded against one another. Comforting warmth pulsated through the drake's hide, soothing Istaryl, unraveling the knots formed within his muscles. To make himself cozy, Istaryl sneaked his head under the blue-green drake's jaws, exhaling warm gusts of air upon his soft neck.
Since one of the drake's thighs remained bare, Istaryl brought his leg on top of it, thinking nothing of it for the time being. Yes, an erotic thought might have sparked this trail of events. And yes, Istaryl might have employed questionable logic to see to the drake's welfare, but past was past. What mattered now was to keep his protégé warm and comfy with the help of a hug. That was it. Just a tight, innocent hug.
Or so Istaryl tried to convince himself. On second thoughts, it might have been better to embrace him from behind, especially when the occasional tremor made the stranger's frame rub against Istaryl, their groin areas touching. And his companion was moist! As in slick, wet, however you'd like to call it!
Istaryl squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think nothing of it. Everybody had a lewd dream every now and then. It wasn't the poor drake's fault.
And besides, his scent was so dull, so soothing, his skin so soft and pleasant to the touch! Istaryl found himself rubbing his snout along the drake's neck, poking at it with the tip of his tongue. His coloring resembled Karyl with uncanny accuracy, so Istaryl imagined himself sharing the bed with his beloved mate, snug against one another. His companion's snoring turned into a gentle purr of fulfillment, eliciting an equally pleasant rumble of satisfaction from Istaryl.
For a moment, it worked. Trapped in the drake's embrace, fond memories flashed through Istaryl's mind, soothing him, lulling him to rest. He forgot that he slept with a stranger, or that their genders practically interlocked.
Until the stranger began grinding his slit against Istaryl.
The red drake's eyes snapped open, his heart hammering at his chest. What--what was happening? Did his protégé finally...?
Nope. His purr retained its intensity, soft, sublime even, although a purplish tint marred his cheeks.
But just because he wasn't aware of it, that didn't mean the friction between their genders didn't happen. The drake's hips rocked ever so softly, spreading his arousal over Istaryl's own sex. The heated moisture sparked tingles of excitement within Istaryl's depths. The intimate touch of flesh rubbing against sensitive flesh tugged at a private part of him, one that, no matter how hard he tried, Istaryl couldn't contain.
The things I do for you... Istaryl thought, dropping the drake's clothes to the side of the cot to free his hands. He leaned forward, easing one hand onto the hay mattress, then the other, lifting a tentative foot off the ground, and keeping it midair for several tension-filled seconds. There would be no coming back after this moment. Whatever happened, Istaryl had to stay and face the consequences.
What consequences? He began to shiver, and I offered to warm him up. He would understand.
Istaryl shrugged, trying to stoke his faltering conviction with the help of his grandiose plan. If mere willpower couldn't do it, then lust alone had to suffice. As he looked down upon the drake's form, so charming and petite, Istaryl's blush returned to his cheeks. Desire clouded his mind, blurring his rational side, urging him forward.
He wanted this. He needed this, and so did his new companion and friend. The poor thing trembled like a leaf in the absence of his clothes, flaring Istaryl's guilt at undressing him in the first place. To rectify his mistake, the red drake clambered into the cot, crawling into a side position, so that the limited space fit them both.
Once his body aligned with the stranger's, Istaryl wrapped an arm around his back, pulling him against him, until their white bellies met and grinded against one another. Comforting warmth pulsated through the drake's hide, soothing Istaryl, unraveling the knots formed within his muscles. To make himself cozy, Istaryl sneaked his head under the blue-green drake's jaws, exhaling warm gusts of air upon his soft neck.
Since one of the drake's thighs remained bare, Istaryl brought his leg on top of it, thinking nothing of it for the time being. Yes, an erotic thought might have sparked this trail of events. And yes, Istaryl might have employed questionable logic to see to the drake's welfare, but past was past. What mattered now was to keep his protégé warm and comfy with the help of a hug. That was it. Just a tight, innocent hug.
Or so Istaryl tried to convince himself. On second thoughts, it might have been better to embrace him from behind, especially when the occasional tremor made the stranger's frame rub against Istaryl, their groin areas touching. And his companion was moist! As in slick, wet, however you'd like to call it!
Istaryl squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think nothing of it. Everybody had a lewd dream every now and then. It wasn't the poor drake's fault.
And besides, his scent was so dull, so soothing, his skin so soft and pleasant to the touch! Istaryl found himself rubbing his snout along the drake's neck, poking at it with the tip of his tongue. His coloring resembled Karyl with uncanny accuracy, so Istaryl imagined himself sharing the bed with his beloved mate, snug against one another. His companion's snoring turned into a gentle purr of fulfillment, eliciting an equally pleasant rumble of satisfaction from Istaryl.
For a moment, it worked. Trapped in the drake's embrace, fond memories flashed through Istaryl's mind, soothing him, lulling him to rest. He forgot that he slept with a stranger, or that their genders practically interlocked.
Until the stranger began grinding his slit against Istaryl.
The red drake's eyes snapped open, his heart hammering at his chest. What--what was happening? Did his protégé finally...?
Nope. His purr retained its intensity, soft, sublime even, although a purplish tint marred his cheeks.
But just because he wasn't aware of it, that didn't mean the friction between their genders didn't happen. The drake's hips rocked ever so softly, spreading his arousal over Istaryl's own sex. The heated moisture sparked tingles of excitement within Istaryl's depths. The intimate touch of flesh rubbing against sensitive flesh tugged at a private part of him, one that, no matter how hard he tried, Istaryl couldn't contain.
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