Rimming the Dragon

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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"Mmm..."

Mav groaned, the black dragon arching his back and pushing his rump back, though his sleek, elegant muzzle remained buried in the pillows on his bed. With a blush tinting the scales on his cheeks, he hissed through his teeth, all as the drake behind him lapped sensually over his tail hole.

Deon didn't need to say a word, smirking lightly as he took his pleasure from Mav, even if that meant eating out his ass. Hey, it was a kink! He could do what he liked there, as far as Mav was concerned and the dark-scaled drake pushed back urgently against him as the formed tip of the green drake's tongue wormed its way inquisitively against the tight pucker of flesh.

Shuddering bodily, Mav let out a hiss of breath. His tail swung lightly back and forth above Deon's head, though he took care not to interfere with his work.

Especially as Deon slowly wriggled his wet, slender tongue into the dragon's ass, easing it by the tight ring of muscle. He was not to be denied and Mav gasped, a fully body shiver rolling through him.

"Mmph."

Deon grunted against the drake's ass as he pressed in closer, grabbing Mav's rump to squeeze his cheeks. His fingers and thumbs, tipped with short, white claws, bit into Mav's scales, though didn't break through, as he pulled Mav's buttocks apart so he could better see exactly what he was doing under there. The dragon's ass tried to clench around his tongue, though Deon knew just how to pry open a nice, tight rump like that, letting his own drool slide down his tongue so, at least, he had a little lubrication to help him along there.

Yet it was the narrow length of Deon's tongue that helped it slide deeper and deeper, curling and flicking up inside Mav's tight backside. The drake trembled and his tail twitched down, if only briefly, to bop the top of Deon's head. Although Deon grunted, the drake held fast, nuzzling into the ever so slightly musky underside of Mav's tail, right up near the root where tiny amounts of sweat gathered. Dragons didn't often sweat, though there were certain parts of their bodies were sweat glands were located: the undertail was one of those.

Mav quivered, letting himself become lost in the moment, though his hips pushed up instinctively. It took him a moment to realise Deon was helping him get up with a hand on his thigh, sort of, on to all fours, though he couldn't get up all the way. His chest and muzzle remained pressed down into the bed, face crushed pleasantly into the pillows, and he waved his tail lightly back and forth in the air, letting the tip fall over itself in a gentle curl.

In such a position, Deon could better slurp into his ass, the dragon moaning openly and shivering as his tongue dragged against sensitive spots that Mav had not even known existed. His entrance had been the most sensitive, though he usually was able to reach his prostate inside his passage with toys or his fingers too.

Never with a tongue, however: that was a first for Mav. He grunted thickly in the back of his throat and tensed, his shoulders rounding forward, as a jolt of strange pleasure ached through him. Deon chuckled against his backside, yet the other dragon's insistence on having him up on his knees, ass up and face down, swiftly became clear. For that errant hand of Deon's teased around to his crotch, taking Mav's hardening spire of flesh into the palm, fingers closing determinedly around it.

"Oof... Oh, fuck yes!"

Mav couldn't stop the words from leaping forth, though it was not something to be embarrassed of, not as he rolled his hips back and groaned. It was all he could do to stay in place for Deon, leading him on into another kind of pleasure entirely. Mav, however, was right where he wanted to be.

That hand worked over his cock, pumping back and forth, folding and moulding gently over the slight ridges there, though Mav had never had a particularly defined shaft like some dragons. Neither did he boast a knot like Deon, but he didn't need to be anything other than himself with three long ridges running down the full length of his cock. Other partners had told him they felt particularly good buried in their asses, dragging back sensually against sensitive flesh.

But he wasn't going to be ploughing anyone with his cock that day, not as he was gently prepared to be penetrated. That would come later, however, as he relished in being eaten out, the lewd, wet smack of Deon's tongue rising swiftly. It was his hand caressing every inch of Mav's cock that drew the drake on though, working his hips and pumping helplessly even though he was taking the submissive position that time.

Everything was game as that tongue caught and pulled repeatedly over his prostate, Deon repeating the same exact action once he realised it made Mav quiver in that particular way. He moaned and thrust back, tongue dangling from his lips, his head lifting from the pillows.

"Ah, yes... Just like that..."

Deon was only too eager to oblige as saliva drooled from the dragon's tail hole, slicking down the slowly stretched, prepared hole. Yet Mav was barely aware in the moment as his cock dripped and drooled -- until he could hold back no more and a tense pull shot through his groin, right where his internal testes were held.

"Ohhhh!"

He groaned aloud and thrust back powerfully, crushing his ass against Deon's muzzle. Yet he didn't care, couldn't care, not as he drake's tongue slurped up inside him and a tight squeeze on his cock had him spurting his load. Thick ropes of cream splattered the bedsheets, yet neither cared about the mess as Mav came undone before Deon, melting as orgasm ripped through him.

His ass squeezed around that delightfully intrusive tongue, although there was nothing he needed to do as he was pumped through climax, relishing in the warm, overwhelming glow of desire.

One thing was certain, as Deon's tongue slurped softly from his ass, and that was that Mav was more than eager get his ass eaten again.