Spyro: A Friend in Need (NC-17)
Yes, it's been awhile since I posted in here. I'll try to put more things here and update some of the fics below (Along the Road and Until the End finished a while back). In the meantime, here's the latest thing I've done.
Title: A Friend in Need
Fandom: Spyro the Dragon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elora the faun/OC (rule 63 Blaze the dragon)
Summary: One-shot, commission. Elora hasn't had a break in far too long. Lucky for her, a friend arrives to help her out. Elora/OC. Yuri.
A Friend in Need
With a clatter and a curse, the stack of books in Elora's arms fell to the floor a third time. A frustrated kick from one of the faun's cloven hooves sent a tome spinning across the floor where it thumped into a table leg, knocking another stack of it's fellows to earth.
"Of course!" Elora shouted, throwing her hands in the air.
Growling and muttering, she sat her russet-furred rump down in the nearest chair and put her head in her hands. Normally well-groomed and pleasant of temper, the young faun was currently in a state of disarray. Her shoulder-length red hair was unkempt, her green blouse rumpled, and her usually silky tail slightly matted and tangled. The snow-white tip, now a somewhat more dingy off-white, swept over the stone floor in arcs of agitation.
"Elora?" said a voice from the front door.
"Hello, Blaze," she made no attempt to sound cheerful or even to lift her head from her hands, dexterous fingers wrapped in her own hair and practically pulling some of it out.
The dragoness stepped gingerly around the scattered books, not daring to come too far into the faun's house. "Is everything all right?"
Elora let out a heavy sigh. "Not really."
From the corner of her eye, she saw Blaze's sharp-tipped tail swing behind her uncertainly. The mid-morning light made her deep orange scales stand out even more against the near-black of her belly, horns, and claws. Elora caught herself trailing her green eyes over Blaze's curves and quickly went back to starring glumly at the wall.
"What's wrong?" Blaze asked.
"Oh, just..." the fingers dug even tighter into Elora's hair and her pointed ears drooped. "It's really embarrassing."
"I won't tell anyone." There was a faint smile in Blaze's voice.
Elora glanced over her shoulder, then turned away again, biting her lip. Blaze didn't move, patiently waiting. Well...the problem wasn't going to solve itself.
"Do you know very much about fauns?"
"A little. I know your friends in Fracture Hills like bagpipe music and yo-yo tricks."
The faun smiled faintly. "Well, the thing is, fauns, we..... We're...exuberant by nature. Er, no, that's not the right word. We like people. A lot. And we have a disposition towards, um, what I mean is..."
She could feel her ears growing hot and when she looked back at Blaze the dragoness had her head tilted to the side in complete confusion. Elora took a deep breath.
"Sex," she blurted out. "We like to have sex."
She buried her head in her hands, tail drooping with shame. A chair scraped against the floor and her ear twitched as Blaze sat down.
"It's not that I'm some wanton," Elora said to the wall. "Heck, I'm practically a prude by our standards. I can usually take care of this myself. But it's just been so busy lately with the Professor's studies and putting Avalar back to rights and everything. I haven't had any time to myself and it's all gotten so out of hand. It's so bad I almost asked Hunter, but we've been friends forever and that would just be too awkward and..."
A hand came to rest on her shoulder, warm and smooth-scaled.
"Elora, would you like my help with this?"
She lifted her head to look Blaze in the eye. The expression that met her look of astonishment was earnest and sincere.
"But you, I mean, you've never, and I've never...I mean, a faun and a dragon..." She took a quick glance at Blaze's full hips and smooth, round breasts. "Would you? Please?"
In answer, the hand on her shoulder shifted down, rubbing soothingly against tense muscles. Elora sighed at the contact, relaxing ever so slightly.
"It'd be my pleasure," Blaze said with a gentle smile. "But maybe not in the living room with the door open where everyone can see."
Elora snorted, smirking, and went to shut the door. She took Blaze by the hand and hurriedly led her into a bedroom every bit as overloaded with books and papers as the living room. Rays of light slanted through a round window, giving the room a warm, inviting air despite the mess. Elora shoved a pile of scrolls and books off the bed. An orb thumped heavily onto the rug and rolled away.
"Sorry about the mess," she said, looking sheepish.
Blaze smiled, fiery eyes fixed on Elora's face. "I didn't notice."
Elora sat down on the bed and scuffed her hooves on the floor.
"Well," she said, "where do you want to start? I'm not really in my right mind today. Usually, I would have made some attempt to seduce you first, or-"
Her babble was cut off by Blaze's lips pressing gently against hers. A spark lit in Elora's belly and she reached toward Blaze, pulling the dragon closer. After several moments she let go, panting slightly, and discovered her pale hand clutching one of Blaze's large, smooth breasts.
"Oh my goodness!" Elora snatched her hand back. "I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking and..."
Blaze took her hand and placed it back where it had been. "I said I was going to help, didn't I?" she grinned. "And you're a really good kisser."
"Well," Elora blushed, then grinned, looking coyly up at the dragoness from under her lashes. "I don't like to blow my own bagpipes, but you haven't seen anything yet."
She cupped Blaze's cheek in her free hand, drawing the dragon's lips back toward her own. The kiss was deep and long, Elora's hand rested behind Blaze's jaw crest, keeping her close when she might have drawn back. While Elora slid her tongue into Blaze's mouth, she gently massaged the breast in her other hand, cupping and lifting it, rubbing her thumb over the scales until she felt a nipple rising up to meet her. A very distant part of her mind found it fascinating that dragons did indeed have nipples, but that voice was drowned out by the giddy lurch in her stomach that told her exactly what she was going to do with this discovery. When she finally released Blaze's mouth the dragoness was quivering and panting slightly.
"That," she gasped, "was...was... I think I need to sit down."
Almost before Blaze made it to the bed, Elora was pressing her lips against her soft scales, slowly making her way down toward those wonderful breasts.
"W-wait, I thought I was here to help you!" Blaze panted.
"In a minute," Elora murmured before gently running her tongue over the nipple she had finally reached.
Blaze gasped, shuddering under her hands. A delicious shiver rippled under Elora's skin at the sound and she pulled the nipple into her mouth, sucking it lightly and rolling it against her tongue Before she could reach for the other breast to repeat the action, Blaze regained enough control to catch Elora by the chin and tilt her head up.
"Before you get carried away," she gasped, "I'm supposed to be doing something for you."
Elora's ears drooped while her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Don't you like what I'm doing?"
"Oh, very much," Blaze shivered.
"Well, then-!" Elora lunged forward only to be stopped by Blaze's claw-tipped fingers snagged in her shirt.
She made a frustrated sound and sat up to wiggle out of the offending green cloth. Her arms were tangled in the shirt only part way over her head when something slick and hot pressed against one of her own pert nipples. Elora moaned, almost forgetting her current task as a spark of ecstasy burned through her. Blaze had pulled one nipple into her mouth, licking and nipping at it, her fingers rubbing and rolling its counterpart, by the time the green top dropped to the floor.
Elora was breathing hard, ears and cheeks flushed, when Blaze finally paused in her ministrations. Both breasts were moist from the dragon's kisses, nipples hard and flushed. A glazed, hungry look was in her eyes and she tried to think through a steady roar in her ears while Blaze stroked her sides, fingers trailing from skin to fur and back again. A fire burned in her belly and the heavy scent of Blaze's own arousal filled her nose. She leaned forward, pressing her face between Blaze's full breasts and sliding her hands down the dragon's body.
Blaze let out a surprised squeak when Elora's fingers slipped deftly between her legs. With practiced ease, Elora stroked at the dragon's hot lower lips. Blaze's hands had paused over the faun's firm rump, tightening as Elora's fingers slid up, searching for and finding a small nub of flesh that rose under her touch. She was slowly sliding down against the dragon, trailing kisses down her belly as she went, when Blaze caught her shoulders in her hands.
"Wait, wait," Blaze said heavily. "I can't, not from this angle..." Face flushed, she wiggled her sharp fingers, unable to find the words she needed to explain the problem.
Reluctant to stop, Elora nevertheless understood the trouble. She pulled her hand away and gently pressed against Blaze's shoulders, lowering the taller dragoness onto the mattress. Carefully, she rearranged herself with her knees above the dragon's shoulders, making sure to avoid her wings. The touch of Blaze's breasts against her stomach sent a shiver down Elora's spine.
"Is this okay?" she asked.
The answer was a pair of hands firmly grasping her hips and a strong, hot wetness stroking between her legs. Elora gasped and nearly collapsed, her own lips resting between Blaze's toned thighs.
For a few moments, she was lost in sensation, nose filled with Blaze's musky scent, arcs of pleasure dancing up her spine. Her tail flipped up and over her shoulders instinctively as Blaze's tongue caressed and teased her. Elora moaned against Blaze, a sound that sent a shiver through the dragon, tantalizing the faun as more heat radiated from her.
Elora prodded Blaze with her still-wet fingers, dipping her tongue towards the pearl of flesh she could now see clearly. She began to circle the little nub with her tongue, sliding her fingers against Blaze's wet lips before slipping one inside. Blaze moaned, a puff of hot breath making Elora's fur stand on end with delight. She slid her finger deeper in, working her tongue in a steady, rhythmic circle.
Uncertain about Blaze's experience, she was being cautious, pressing against inner walls gently. Blaze was far less cautious and Elora yelped with surprised delight when the dragon's hot, thick tongue slithered deep inside her and out again. Taking the cue and hoping she was right, Elora slid a second finger inside the dragoness. While she delved deeper, rubbing her fingers against the more textured roof of Blaze's body, Elora pressed harder against the nub of flesh under her tongue, picking up speed as the dragon's hips rocked forward.
Blaze's body writhed under hers and Elora could feel her heart pounding beneath her scales and against the fingers inside. The tongue probing against her was distracted, lapping between her legs in a haphazard motion. It wasn't exactly what she needed, but Elora was content to wait, reveling in the ecstasy slowly building inside her own body as she focused her attention on Blaze's.
She leaned forward slightly, pressing her whole mouth against Blaze, sucking and nibbling ever so gently at the flesh her tongue still circled and pressed. A prolonged, shivering moan ruffled Elora's belly fur and Blaze began to shudder in time to the rhythm she set with her tongue. Hot, heavy breath sizzled against Elora's wet, delicate skin as she moved her fingers, sliding them forward and back inside the dragoness with steadily increasing speed and pressure.
Blaze shuddered and rocked beneath her, breasts sliding through and pleasantly ruffling Elora's fur. The dragon's moan had become a series of needy whimpers, shuddering out of her throat and against Elora's body as the faun's knowing fingers and mouth did their work. With a gasp and a sudden jerk that dug her claws into Elora's rump, Blaze let out a shivering wail. Her body arched, pressing against the faun's, squeezing and shuddering around the fingers which continued to rub inside. Thick moisture trickled out around Elora's fingers, sliding slowly down Blaze's tail as pleasure rocked her body. Elora waited until the last tremors of ecstasy stopped before carefully sliding her fingers free.
"That...you...!" Blaze panted after a moment. "You said I was supposed to help you!"
"That helped," Elora was completely unrepentant. She wore an innocent expression as she peered over her shoulder and casually stuck her wet fingers in her mouth.
There was a long moment of silence between them. Elora flicked her tail idly and Blaze loosed her claws from the faun's backside, sending a twitch through her. In a sudden motion, Blaze seized Elora's hips more firmly, throwing her wings over the faun's back and pressing her shoulders until she could pin one hand with her tail.
"Hey! I thought you liked-!"
Elora didn't get to say whatever it was she meant to. Without a word, Blaze had begun working her tongue in earnest. She slid it rapidly up and down Elora's lips, coaxing more wetness from within and stoking the faun's inner fire. She slid her hand under Elora, cupping her soft belly while rubbing her exposed and sensitive skin. The faun wiggled and groaned between Blaze's legs.
Without pausing her thumb's quick, circular strokes, Blaze's tongue slithered inside Elora. Fire arced through her body at the contact. Blaze's tongue was hot and thick, delving deeper than anything she'd ever felt. Adding fuel to the fire, the dragoness used her lips and breath to caress her outside.
A needy, incoherent gasp escaped Elora as Blaze began to move her tongue. The faun pressed herself against Blaze, rubbing her hard nipples against the dragon's scales and murmuring against her still wet lips. Blaze moved her tongue forward and back, pressing against the sweet spot inside. Elora began to rock with the motion as far as the dragoness' pinning wings and strong hands would let her.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, shuddering. "This is what I needed."
In response to that, Blaze pressed her tongue and thumb down, still circling and sliding both, sending a hot thrill through the faun's nerves. She clutched at the dragon's tail with a shaking hand, unable to speak but making sounds of desire nonetheless. At last, fire blossomed through Elora's body, arcing her spine and pulling a long, ecstatic shout from her throat. She shuddered and writhed, pouring herself out over Blaze's hot tongue.
When she came back to herself, panting and euphoric, Blaze was still inside her and had not stopped moving. Working around Elora's tremors of pleasure, she thrust her tongue deeper, harder, and faster into the faun. Drawn back into her own need, Elora rocked her hips forward and back, pressing her rump against Blaze's snout with every deep, hard thrust of the dragon's tongue. Sweat began to bead her flushed skin and her cries of passion were muffled by panting breaths.
Pure pleasure rocked through her again and Elora cried out hoarsely. Her body grew taunt, hips still rocking as the rest of her muscles clenched around Blaze. She came back to herself damp and quivering on top of the dragoness, sparks of ecstasy still dancing through her body, her skin tingling. Blaze slid her tongue out, making Elora wriggle, and gave her a last parting lick.
The room was quiet save for Elora's slowing breaths. They stayed tangled together on top of her bed for a few moments, savoring each other.
"Well," Elora said, reluctantly sitting up.
"Better?" Blaze stroked the faun's fluffy tail.
"Much better."
Smiling, Elora climbed to the floor and stretched, then turned to place a gentle kiss on Blaze's cheek. Despite all they had just done, the dragon blushed shyly.
"I guess we should get cleaned up," Elora said, ducking to pull something out from under her bed.
"I'll let you go first," Blaze said. "You've got a lot of work to do..."
There was a box in Elora's hands when she stood back up and a sly grin on her face.
"Who said we were taking turns?" she said. "I haven't thanked you properly, and all of the toys in this box are water proof."
Blaze sat up, head quirked. "...Toys?"
"Come with me and I'll show you. The shower is more than big enough for two."
END
Title: A Friend in Need
Fandom: Spyro the Dragon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elora the faun/OC (rule 63 Blaze the dragon)
Summary: One-shot, commission. Elora hasn't had a break in far too long. Lucky for her, a friend arrives to help her out. Elora/OC. Yuri.
A Friend in Need
With a clatter and a curse, the stack of books in Elora's arms fell to the floor a third time. A frustrated kick from one of the faun's cloven hooves sent a tome spinning across the floor where it thumped into a table leg, knocking another stack of it's fellows to earth.
"Of course!" Elora shouted, throwing her hands in the air.
Growling and muttering, she sat her russet-furred rump down in the nearest chair and put her head in her hands. Normally well-groomed and pleasant of temper, the young faun was currently in a state of disarray. Her shoulder-length red hair was unkempt, her green blouse rumpled, and her usually silky tail slightly matted and tangled. The snow-white tip, now a somewhat more dingy off-white, swept over the stone floor in arcs of agitation.
"Elora?" said a voice from the front door.
"Hello, Blaze," she made no attempt to sound cheerful or even to lift her head from her hands, dexterous fingers wrapped in her own hair and practically pulling some of it out.
The dragoness stepped gingerly around the scattered books, not daring to come too far into the faun's house. "Is everything all right?"
Elora let out a heavy sigh. "Not really."
From the corner of her eye, she saw Blaze's sharp-tipped tail swing behind her uncertainly. The mid-morning light made her deep orange scales stand out even more against the near-black of her belly, horns, and claws. Elora caught herself trailing her green eyes over Blaze's curves and quickly went back to starring glumly at the wall.
"What's wrong?" Blaze asked.
"Oh, just..." the fingers dug even tighter into Elora's hair and her pointed ears drooped. "It's really embarrassing."
"I won't tell anyone." There was a faint smile in Blaze's voice.
Elora glanced over her shoulder, then turned away again, biting her lip. Blaze didn't move, patiently waiting. Well...the problem wasn't going to solve itself.
"Do you know very much about fauns?"
"A little. I know your friends in Fracture Hills like bagpipe music and yo-yo tricks."
The faun smiled faintly. "Well, the thing is, fauns, we..... We're...exuberant by nature. Er, no, that's not the right word. We like people. A lot. And we have a disposition towards, um, what I mean is..."
She could feel her ears growing hot and when she looked back at Blaze the dragoness had her head tilted to the side in complete confusion. Elora took a deep breath.
"Sex," she blurted out. "We like to have sex."
She buried her head in her hands, tail drooping with shame. A chair scraped against the floor and her ear twitched as Blaze sat down.
"It's not that I'm some wanton," Elora said to the wall. "Heck, I'm practically a prude by our standards. I can usually take care of this myself. But it's just been so busy lately with the Professor's studies and putting Avalar back to rights and everything. I haven't had any time to myself and it's all gotten so out of hand. It's so bad I almost asked Hunter, but we've been friends forever and that would just be too awkward and..."
A hand came to rest on her shoulder, warm and smooth-scaled.
"Elora, would you like my help with this?"
She lifted her head to look Blaze in the eye. The expression that met her look of astonishment was earnest and sincere.
"But you, I mean, you've never, and I've never...I mean, a faun and a dragon..." She took a quick glance at Blaze's full hips and smooth, round breasts. "Would you? Please?"
In answer, the hand on her shoulder shifted down, rubbing soothingly against tense muscles. Elora sighed at the contact, relaxing ever so slightly.
"It'd be my pleasure," Blaze said with a gentle smile. "But maybe not in the living room with the door open where everyone can see."
Elora snorted, smirking, and went to shut the door. She took Blaze by the hand and hurriedly led her into a bedroom every bit as overloaded with books and papers as the living room. Rays of light slanted through a round window, giving the room a warm, inviting air despite the mess. Elora shoved a pile of scrolls and books off the bed. An orb thumped heavily onto the rug and rolled away.
"Sorry about the mess," she said, looking sheepish.
Blaze smiled, fiery eyes fixed on Elora's face. "I didn't notice."
Elora sat down on the bed and scuffed her hooves on the floor.
"Well," she said, "where do you want to start? I'm not really in my right mind today. Usually, I would have made some attempt to seduce you first, or-"
Her babble was cut off by Blaze's lips pressing gently against hers. A spark lit in Elora's belly and she reached toward Blaze, pulling the dragon closer. After several moments she let go, panting slightly, and discovered her pale hand clutching one of Blaze's large, smooth breasts.
"Oh my goodness!" Elora snatched her hand back. "I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking and..."
Blaze took her hand and placed it back where it had been. "I said I was going to help, didn't I?" she grinned. "And you're a really good kisser."
"Well," Elora blushed, then grinned, looking coyly up at the dragoness from under her lashes. "I don't like to blow my own bagpipes, but you haven't seen anything yet."
She cupped Blaze's cheek in her free hand, drawing the dragon's lips back toward her own. The kiss was deep and long, Elora's hand rested behind Blaze's jaw crest, keeping her close when she might have drawn back. While Elora slid her tongue into Blaze's mouth, she gently massaged the breast in her other hand, cupping and lifting it, rubbing her thumb over the scales until she felt a nipple rising up to meet her. A very distant part of her mind found it fascinating that dragons did indeed have nipples, but that voice was drowned out by the giddy lurch in her stomach that told her exactly what she was going to do with this discovery. When she finally released Blaze's mouth the dragoness was quivering and panting slightly.
"That," she gasped, "was...was... I think I need to sit down."
Almost before Blaze made it to the bed, Elora was pressing her lips against her soft scales, slowly making her way down toward those wonderful breasts.
"W-wait, I thought I was here to help you!" Blaze panted.
"In a minute," Elora murmured before gently running her tongue over the nipple she had finally reached.
Blaze gasped, shuddering under her hands. A delicious shiver rippled under Elora's skin at the sound and she pulled the nipple into her mouth, sucking it lightly and rolling it against her tongue Before she could reach for the other breast to repeat the action, Blaze regained enough control to catch Elora by the chin and tilt her head up.
"Before you get carried away," she gasped, "I'm supposed to be doing something for you."
Elora's ears drooped while her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Don't you like what I'm doing?"
"Oh, very much," Blaze shivered.
"Well, then-!" Elora lunged forward only to be stopped by Blaze's claw-tipped fingers snagged in her shirt.
She made a frustrated sound and sat up to wiggle out of the offending green cloth. Her arms were tangled in the shirt only part way over her head when something slick and hot pressed against one of her own pert nipples. Elora moaned, almost forgetting her current task as a spark of ecstasy burned through her. Blaze had pulled one nipple into her mouth, licking and nipping at it, her fingers rubbing and rolling its counterpart, by the time the green top dropped to the floor.
Elora was breathing hard, ears and cheeks flushed, when Blaze finally paused in her ministrations. Both breasts were moist from the dragon's kisses, nipples hard and flushed. A glazed, hungry look was in her eyes and she tried to think through a steady roar in her ears while Blaze stroked her sides, fingers trailing from skin to fur and back again. A fire burned in her belly and the heavy scent of Blaze's own arousal filled her nose. She leaned forward, pressing her face between Blaze's full breasts and sliding her hands down the dragon's body.
Blaze let out a surprised squeak when Elora's fingers slipped deftly between her legs. With practiced ease, Elora stroked at the dragon's hot lower lips. Blaze's hands had paused over the faun's firm rump, tightening as Elora's fingers slid up, searching for and finding a small nub of flesh that rose under her touch. She was slowly sliding down against the dragon, trailing kisses down her belly as she went, when Blaze caught her shoulders in her hands.
"Wait, wait," Blaze said heavily. "I can't, not from this angle..." Face flushed, she wiggled her sharp fingers, unable to find the words she needed to explain the problem.
Reluctant to stop, Elora nevertheless understood the trouble. She pulled her hand away and gently pressed against Blaze's shoulders, lowering the taller dragoness onto the mattress. Carefully, she rearranged herself with her knees above the dragon's shoulders, making sure to avoid her wings. The touch of Blaze's breasts against her stomach sent a shiver down Elora's spine.
"Is this okay?" she asked.
The answer was a pair of hands firmly grasping her hips and a strong, hot wetness stroking between her legs. Elora gasped and nearly collapsed, her own lips resting between Blaze's toned thighs.
For a few moments, she was lost in sensation, nose filled with Blaze's musky scent, arcs of pleasure dancing up her spine. Her tail flipped up and over her shoulders instinctively as Blaze's tongue caressed and teased her. Elora moaned against Blaze, a sound that sent a shiver through the dragon, tantalizing the faun as more heat radiated from her.
Elora prodded Blaze with her still-wet fingers, dipping her tongue towards the pearl of flesh she could now see clearly. She began to circle the little nub with her tongue, sliding her fingers against Blaze's wet lips before slipping one inside. Blaze moaned, a puff of hot breath making Elora's fur stand on end with delight. She slid her finger deeper in, working her tongue in a steady, rhythmic circle.
Uncertain about Blaze's experience, she was being cautious, pressing against inner walls gently. Blaze was far less cautious and Elora yelped with surprised delight when the dragon's hot, thick tongue slithered deep inside her and out again. Taking the cue and hoping she was right, Elora slid a second finger inside the dragoness. While she delved deeper, rubbing her fingers against the more textured roof of Blaze's body, Elora pressed harder against the nub of flesh under her tongue, picking up speed as the dragon's hips rocked forward.
Blaze's body writhed under hers and Elora could feel her heart pounding beneath her scales and against the fingers inside. The tongue probing against her was distracted, lapping between her legs in a haphazard motion. It wasn't exactly what she needed, but Elora was content to wait, reveling in the ecstasy slowly building inside her own body as she focused her attention on Blaze's.
She leaned forward slightly, pressing her whole mouth against Blaze, sucking and nibbling ever so gently at the flesh her tongue still circled and pressed. A prolonged, shivering moan ruffled Elora's belly fur and Blaze began to shudder in time to the rhythm she set with her tongue. Hot, heavy breath sizzled against Elora's wet, delicate skin as she moved her fingers, sliding them forward and back inside the dragoness with steadily increasing speed and pressure.
Blaze shuddered and rocked beneath her, breasts sliding through and pleasantly ruffling Elora's fur. The dragon's moan had become a series of needy whimpers, shuddering out of her throat and against Elora's body as the faun's knowing fingers and mouth did their work. With a gasp and a sudden jerk that dug her claws into Elora's rump, Blaze let out a shivering wail. Her body arched, pressing against the faun's, squeezing and shuddering around the fingers which continued to rub inside. Thick moisture trickled out around Elora's fingers, sliding slowly down Blaze's tail as pleasure rocked her body. Elora waited until the last tremors of ecstasy stopped before carefully sliding her fingers free.
"That...you...!" Blaze panted after a moment. "You said I was supposed to help you!"
"That helped," Elora was completely unrepentant. She wore an innocent expression as she peered over her shoulder and casually stuck her wet fingers in her mouth.
There was a long moment of silence between them. Elora flicked her tail idly and Blaze loosed her claws from the faun's backside, sending a twitch through her. In a sudden motion, Blaze seized Elora's hips more firmly, throwing her wings over the faun's back and pressing her shoulders until she could pin one hand with her tail.
"Hey! I thought you liked-!"
Elora didn't get to say whatever it was she meant to. Without a word, Blaze had begun working her tongue in earnest. She slid it rapidly up and down Elora's lips, coaxing more wetness from within and stoking the faun's inner fire. She slid her hand under Elora, cupping her soft belly while rubbing her exposed and sensitive skin. The faun wiggled and groaned between Blaze's legs.
Without pausing her thumb's quick, circular strokes, Blaze's tongue slithered inside Elora. Fire arced through her body at the contact. Blaze's tongue was hot and thick, delving deeper than anything she'd ever felt. Adding fuel to the fire, the dragoness used her lips and breath to caress her outside.
A needy, incoherent gasp escaped Elora as Blaze began to move her tongue. The faun pressed herself against Blaze, rubbing her hard nipples against the dragon's scales and murmuring against her still wet lips. Blaze moved her tongue forward and back, pressing against the sweet spot inside. Elora began to rock with the motion as far as the dragoness' pinning wings and strong hands would let her.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, shuddering. "This is what I needed."
In response to that, Blaze pressed her tongue and thumb down, still circling and sliding both, sending a hot thrill through the faun's nerves. She clutched at the dragon's tail with a shaking hand, unable to speak but making sounds of desire nonetheless. At last, fire blossomed through Elora's body, arcing her spine and pulling a long, ecstatic shout from her throat. She shuddered and writhed, pouring herself out over Blaze's hot tongue.
When she came back to herself, panting and euphoric, Blaze was still inside her and had not stopped moving. Working around Elora's tremors of pleasure, she thrust her tongue deeper, harder, and faster into the faun. Drawn back into her own need, Elora rocked her hips forward and back, pressing her rump against Blaze's snout with every deep, hard thrust of the dragon's tongue. Sweat began to bead her flushed skin and her cries of passion were muffled by panting breaths.
Pure pleasure rocked through her again and Elora cried out hoarsely. Her body grew taunt, hips still rocking as the rest of her muscles clenched around Blaze. She came back to herself damp and quivering on top of the dragoness, sparks of ecstasy still dancing through her body, her skin tingling. Blaze slid her tongue out, making Elora wriggle, and gave her a last parting lick.
The room was quiet save for Elora's slowing breaths. They stayed tangled together on top of her bed for a few moments, savoring each other.
"Well," Elora said, reluctantly sitting up.
"Better?" Blaze stroked the faun's fluffy tail.
"Much better."
Smiling, Elora climbed to the floor and stretched, then turned to place a gentle kiss on Blaze's cheek. Despite all they had just done, the dragon blushed shyly.
"I guess we should get cleaned up," Elora said, ducking to pull something out from under her bed.
"I'll let you go first," Blaze said. "You've got a lot of work to do..."
There was a box in Elora's hands when she stood back up and a sly grin on her face.
"Who said we were taking turns?" she said. "I haven't thanked you properly, and all of the toys in this box are water proof."
Blaze sat up, head quirked. "...Toys?"
"Come with me and I'll show you. The shower is more than big enough for two."
END