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.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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A continuation of The Burning Flame.
Sasha never thought she was going to be saying that again, but it was clear: she had a new boyfriend. A boyfriend. An actual, living, breathing dragon boyfriend. And not one that was in her family circle, her little round of friends with benefits that had been more than enough to satisfy her needs over the years!
It was funny, really, how things worked out in the end, but Sasha was not going to worry about that. Even if the whole thing, dating Carenath, was all very new to her, and she hadn't dated, well...in years. She had gone through one fling, or maybe a couple, but they hadn't lasted more than a couple of months, maybe three for one.
Sasha had simply just spent so much time with her family, working on their relationships and making sure everyone was fed and well cared for in Fyr and Kao's younger years. After that, the dragoness had thought all of her needs were being met -- and she didn't want anything more either, that much was true. She had friends to have sex with and she had a wonderful family... There really wasn't anything at all that she had in mind, back then, that she could have wanted for more.
However, Car had come into her life and turned it all upside down. The drake had challenged her way of thinking, even though he was a good bit younger than her -- just about Fyr's age, she thought, which made things more difficult than they strictly needed to be too. She didn't want to think about that too much, considering the implications their age difference had on them, even if both were very much consenting adults.
But Sasha knew who she wanted to be with and that she wanted to, at the very least, see where things went with Carenath, over time. Maybe the drake would tire of her, seeing that they were at very different stages in their life, or maybe things would go well, bringing them together, closer than ever.
She only knew how to let things be, lying stretched out on the bed beside him, her tail lazily draped over her thigh and down to her ankle as if she was trying to pose in a particularly seductive fashion. Yet Sasha was not alone there on the bed as Carenath scooted in close, kissing her on the nose in a manner that was so sickeningly cute that it made her stomach flip, butterflies jittering about all up in her ribcage.
Fyr would have laughed at her for saying something like that, though Fyr didn't have to know just how cheesy she'd got in her "old age," though, quite clearly, Sasha didn't look as old as she was. She was in her late middle-age, so to speak, with Car in his early twenties, and he'd mistaken her for a younger dragoness before also.
But there, with Car, she could say and do anything she liked, taking a step onward into her own life and figuring out what, exactly, it was that she wanted. Because that was finally up for debate, at least for her, and she could investigate it all as much or as little as she pleased.
"Mmm..." Sasha purred, spreading her legs as the sheets rumpled under her and she allowed Carenath between her legs, his muzzle kissing softly up her long, shapely thighs. "You just can't get enough of me, can you?"
"Nuh-huh," the dragon murmured, though he barely raised his voice. "I just want to be here, in this moment, with you."
That touched her more than anything anyone had said to her for a very, very long time, though he didn't surpass her late husband either. There was no true comparison between them, no, not when they were both very different dragons, though Sasha could not help but be appreciative, even then, that Car had come into her life at a later stage. They wouldn't have been as they were otherwise.
So, she spread her legs and let him eat her out yet again, his tongue snaking up inside her to kiss her G-spot so tenderly, head spinning. There was no better place to be than with Car, she was quite sure of it, and Sasha sucked in a breath as he danced his tongue over each and every sweet spot that he had found on her body so far.
Her clit, with light, fluttering touches.
The folds of her pussy, where they had stretched to part around his cock not all that long ago, plush and full.
The inside of her thighs, softly peppered with the tiniest, lightest of kisses to have her quivering at his touch.
Her G-spot, roughly dragging his tongue over it to make her buck her hips and curl her toes.
And there was far, far more too that Carenath could have lavished attention on, for sure, but he needed to focus on the dragoness before him, her pleasure coming above all else. He flicked his tongue over her G-spot, plunging it deeply just to hear Sasha hiss through her teeth and buck up to meet him, her need rising.
"Ah... Car..."
"Mmmm..."
He hummed against her, the tip of his tail curling back and forth as both dragons sank into the moment. Nothing else mattered other than each other, that moment alone. And that was something Sasha sorely needed for herself, huffing and panting shortly through her nostrils, the dark nudge of them twitching as she tried to contain herself. Only, the dragoness did not need to contain herself, not in that situation, not at all. For once, it was one time she could truly let herself go, with someone who cared for her more deeply than as family or as friends.
