This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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The stars twinkled above, the solemn moon full, offering a spellbound night across the mountain range. The air was just warming up again on the cusp of summer, though was not yet so warm that ChristΓ³foros and his dragon lover, Re, would seek out the cool solitude of night time merely for a respite. Perfect for a flight that was just for the two of them.
They had come so far together, Re's rich, green scales glittering with an edge of moonlight, Chris laying his hand lightly on the dragon's neck. It was a moment for them, only them, though they were slowly talking to more and more travellers that passed their way in the mountains, confident in their peace, their strength, their power that they, finally, had agency over their own lives and bodies. It was something to be revered and the former slaves knew and understood that every day.
The dragon, however, had more romantic notions for his partner other than the softness of a starlit flight, his wing tipping to bring them to a flat plateau that looked as if it had been carved into the side of the cliff by human hands. Maybe, once upon a time, it had been mined, but it served as the perfect place for the dragon and human to set down, Chris barely having the chance to get the woven blankets down, something they had traded with a merchant recently for, before the dragon loomed.
"I've been waiting for this...
Chris recognised the raunchy, feral glint in his lover's eyes, taking his breath away, chest rising sharply as he tried desperately to suck in that lost breath. But his clothes, what little he chose to wear around his partner, were off in record time, leaving them to enjoy their feral debauchery in the coolness of the cliffside.
High up, Chris knew that the dragon would never allow him to fall, not as he was pinned, the dragon holding him up against his stomach with one clawed foot, the other braced against the rock face. He was pretty to Re's will and he moaned aloud while the dragon's shaft rose, prodding wickedly across his backside for that lure of penetration that they so craved. Despite the size difference between him and Re, they always made it work, one way or another, even if Re's passion came across perhaps more strongly than Chris'.
It could not be helped as Chris moaned, taking the dragon's cock as Re's heart skipped a beat. He might not admit to that, not in the fervent snarl of claiming his human, rutting him furiously, stretching out his tight backside increasingly with every deep thrust. Chris opened up around him as easily as if they had been loving one another for years -- which they had, though it was always nice to be reminded. His human was so small, so fragile, though his body was as desperate for it as Re's was, his smaller, throbbing cock dripping faintly with a smear of pre-cum.
Re rumbled a groan, flaring his wings, snarling in the passion of the night, no one out there to bear witness to their bodies coming together. He drove in, again and again, spreading open his partner, pinning Chris to his stomach so that each driving stroke of his prick sank deeply up just where it belonged. It was rough and it was crude and it might have made a lesser man quail, though Chris grunted like a pro and arched back weakly, though he didn't have anything to brace against at all.