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Vincent's herd had only recently come into this forest, driven out of their previous one by deforestation, over-hunting by humans and host of other problems. The smaller village nearby promised less harassment and the forest was rich enough to support the herd.
He was a bit of an oddball among his people. A young buck...doe? Smelled like both, had both parts. Confused the stags. Fight or mate? He tried both options himself but neither would have him. Antlers too stubby to protect a doe and their potential offspring, likely infertile and therefore a waste of time to mate by a strong stag. And so, he was often left alone.
It was an unusually hot spring day so the herd made their way down to the river to drink and cool off. Vincent, being the klutz he was, tripped and fell in the mud. Those nearby laughed. He slunk off into the water to wash up, moving out of sight of the herd so as to avoid further humiliation. Washing the mud off his skin, he sat down on the grassy bank, hoofed legs drawn up so that he could rest his chin on his fuzzy knees.
Maybe he ought to run off and find another herd. Maybe of true deer. At least then none would laugh at him.
Scratching his ear, he sighed and got up, heading back to the herd. The forest was still too unfamiliar to stray too far for too long.
Too late though, they'd ditched him. Not a single one to be found...But they'd left in a panicked hurry according to the hoof prints in the mud and torn up grass. Which only meant one thing.
A predator was in the area.
His ears perked up, sniffing the air and on high alert now. Hunters? A bear? They'd not heard any wolves thus far...There was a scent now...but he couldn't place it. Was he just dumb or was the predator masking its scent? Maybe this forest had another kind, one not found in their old forest.
He could run. Always an option.
Alone...so alone.
Fear gripped Vincent, unable to move.
He was a bit of an oddball among his people. A young buck...doe? Smelled like both, had both parts. Confused the stags. Fight or mate? He tried both options himself but neither would have him. Antlers too stubby to protect a doe and their potential offspring, likely infertile and therefore a waste of time to mate by a strong stag. And so, he was often left alone.
It was an unusually hot spring day so the herd made their way down to the river to drink and cool off. Vincent, being the klutz he was, tripped and fell in the mud. Those nearby laughed. He slunk off into the water to wash up, moving out of sight of the herd so as to avoid further humiliation. Washing the mud off his skin, he sat down on the grassy bank, hoofed legs drawn up so that he could rest his chin on his fuzzy knees.
Maybe he ought to run off and find another herd. Maybe of true deer. At least then none would laugh at him.
Scratching his ear, he sighed and got up, heading back to the herd. The forest was still too unfamiliar to stray too far for too long.
Too late though, they'd ditched him. Not a single one to be found...But they'd left in a panicked hurry according to the hoof prints in the mud and torn up grass. Which only meant one thing.
A predator was in the area.
His ears perked up, sniffing the air and on high alert now. Hunters? A bear? They'd not heard any wolves thus far...There was a scent now...but he couldn't place it. Was he just dumb or was the predator masking its scent? Maybe this forest had another kind, one not found in their old forest.
He could run. Always an option.
Alone...so alone.
Fear gripped Vincent, unable to move.
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Date: 2017-09-04 12:37 am (UTC)From:"Hmm..." he thought a moment, "I...I'm not sure. Slow I guess, exploring a lot of one another...Deer mount from behind for the most part. Rare for a pair to lay down as a predator could be watching to take advantage..." he said looking to Abel. "Is that what you mean?"
Whether he'd won the favor of a female or a male chose to try and win him, they'd go away a little distance from the herd and mate once to seal the bond. Quick and dirty some might call it. Later, if possible, they'd mate again, a bit more slowly, and many times if possible to ensure a new generation.
With Abel now...there were no predators to look out for. he didn't have to just bend over and let the dragon hump him. They'd be able to do more right away...maybe he'd even be able to suck his cock...something he'd always wanted to try.
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Date: 2017-09-05 09:53 pm (UTC)From:"All right. Exploring it is," He murmured. Though he laughed at the thought of how deer mated, as he had seen that before. Dragons did the same thing once...a long time ago, but not he hardly remembered how dragons mated. Still, the same with most mates. Rutted with them from behind.
What to do, where to start? Well, kisses is a good start, so Abel pressed his mouth against Vincent's lips, going sweet and slow, sucking on his lower lip slowly. His hands went exploring over his body, running over his stomach (and imagined a swell of a belly if Vincent ever gets pregnant). His mouth goes lower, kissing on his throat, and gently sucked on the skin there, nipping on his skin, but not biting him yet to leave a mark, as the dragon has sharp fangs, the very thing most deer feared most.
"Let's get undressed." Abel said quietly, and whatever simple tunic and pants he's wearing, Abel tear himself away while shimmied out whatever clothes he's wearing and lay them aside. It takes him a while as Abel hilariously try to maneuver around his wings and tail.
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Date: 2017-09-05 10:03 pm (UTC)From:he caress of a hand over him had him moan a little. Could they...? Nah, they were two different species...right? Besides, he might not be able to, might no have the right parts inside...But...if he did...What did you call a dragon-deer hybrid?...
He'd entertain the idea some other time, for now, his own hands began to wander Abel, over his strong chest and shoulders-and then he was pulling away! Did he do something wrong? Oh right, clothes. Never had much use for them himself.
He watched as the dragon struggled out of his garments and Vincent helped where he could.
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Date: 2017-09-10 05:49 am (UTC)From:No, no hurry at all. Vincent has no worries of predators since he's been with him.
Well, Vincent doesn't have to worry that part, at least for a while. Though Abel thought it would be nice to have children, so far, the percentage of a successful pregnancy is very low due to the difference of two species. Still, hope springs eternal.
Clothes off, and now very much naked. Abel's hands and lips resumed and continued to roam over his body, gently, as a deer needs to be handled gently. A dragon's strength lies in his claws, made to grip and suffocate the throats of his prey, so gently, so gently...
Though his kisses and his touch become firmer. A kiss on the throat turns into a lick, as his tongue lick over his skin. Going lower, his lips sucked on his nipples, the both of them, his tongue licked over until both nipples are hard.
With a hum, a moan of pleasure. Abel squeezed his own thighs as his own big draconic cock slowly harden, semi-hard as it slowly twitched and bobbed with the heat of his own arousal, raising up as the blood began to pool down to his loins. "You tasted sweet," Abel said, as his hands rubbed his inner thighs, touching him, thumb pressing into his inner thighs, kneading them to warm up Vincent's loins. "How does that feel when I'm touching you?" He asked him. Of course, at any time, Vincent is allowed to either protest or say how he wants to be pleasured. Hopefully, the deer trust the dragon to mate and pleasure his body. The heat of arousal and the warm spicy scent is in the air between them, mixed with the bed of their fur.
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Date: 2017-09-10 05:57 am (UTC)From:Abel is so wonderfully gentle, careful not to hurt him. The teasing of his nipples to pink perked nubs has him making all sorts of noises. The dragon's tongue was hot on his skin and made Vincent whimper a little. His gaze caught the sight of the swelling dragon dick in front of him, and he wanted to touch Abel, stroke his thickening length. Was he allowed to?
The dragon's hands on his thighs has him instinctively spread them, showing off his junk as well as how wet he's becoming from all this attention.
"Feels wonderful Abel...please...more..." he begged, biting his lower lip. "Can I touch you?...I want to..."
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Date: 2017-09-10 06:17 am (UTC)From:Abel stopped for a bit, as he perked up at the offer, his long tongue took one last lick around his tummy before going any lower. "Hm? Do you want to?" He rubbed the boy's thighs with his touch, wondering what is like to press them both together around his cock, though his plump ass and the female part of his sex would be nice too.
His cock twitches again, a little more rapidly, excited at the sound of him begging and touching.
"Do you want to feel me? Hmm..." A low hum, a coo. "You can." Abel rolled over to lie on his back, so his cock jutted up, slowly extending out of its sheath. A wet, slick monstrous thing on its own, thick and long in length and girth, the likes Vincent never seen. It can't be compared to the thick cocks of the stags back in his own herd. "Go ahead, play with me. It wants to play with you too." He said, as an invite and with instruction. "You can use your hands for a start and touch me."
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Date: 2017-09-10 06:27 am (UTC)From:And damn, was he big. Could he fit all that inside him?...
A rush of ache surged through him, making his own length twitch.
He'd never played with another male before, so he appreciated Abel's guidance, trusting him to let him know what he wanted and such, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and beginning to stroke the meaty length.
"You're so warm" he smiled, teasing the head with his thumb like he liked to do to himself.
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Date: 2017-09-10 08:07 pm (UTC)From:Abel relaxed, as he lets Vincent explored him. "Mmmhmm, and it will get warmer when you stroke it like that."
The thing has a life of its own, as Vincent stroke his member. It's a pulse and twitches in his hands. "I like this. Feels nice." Said the dragon, as he moans, feeling like he's melting.
"But you know what would be nicer? If you use your mouth. Go on, use your tongue and have a taste. It's not bad." And he might like it, having a taste of that dragon cock.
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Date: 2017-09-10 08:13 pm (UTC)From:The heat of the dragon dick against this tongue and the salty taste of his skin made him want more immediately. The deer moved to settle more comfortably between Abel's legs, so that he could look up at him while he teased.
He continued the simple licks for a bit, the velvety skin of his length a wonderful feeling. He pushed himself further, flicking over the head, along the slit, and then took it into his mouth with a little moan.
He liked this a lot, the dragon likely could smell how aroused it was making the deer, just playing with him like this. Vincent sucked experimentally on the head, casting his green eyes up to look at Abel. He hoped he was doing okay.
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Date: 2017-09-11 02:55 am (UTC)From:"I was hoping too," Abel said quietly. Curious green eyes will meet curious blue eyes watching him, as Abel gets more settled and open his legs a bit wider, leaning backward as Vincent gets into a proper position. The scent of their arousal becomes heavier in the air, as the dragon's arousal is thick and musky.
When Vincent took his length in, the first few inches, the dragon moan quietly. His mouth felt moist, warm, and wet as the deer's tongue curled and lick at the tip and the round length, tentatively teasing and tasting. The member slowly grew hard as tiny beads of precum leaked from the silt, adding more to the salty taste.
But so far, he's doing good, to Abel's approval, as he lie on back still, not moving, and being good as Vincent takes his time tasting and feeling the texture and girth of his cock.
Although though Abel preferred a little more stimulation. "It helps if you hollow your cheeks around me and suck," Abel suggested. "Like when you're sucking water from the stream using a hollow reed." Not a precise example, but close enough.
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Date: 2017-09-11 03:03 am (UTC)From:He liked this. Liked how he got to taste the dragon, and the occasional noise he managed to pull from him.
He took his advice, sucking on him in earnest and earning a bit of precum for his actions. He dropped a bit lower on the shaft, taking more of the thick length in with a moan, but there was a lot, and he managed maybe one more inch before he couldn't take anymore in. They'd be together for a long time, he'd learn to eventually take Abel's cock all the way down his throat.
Vincent dipped a hand between his own legs, unable to help but touch himself as he slowly bobbed his head, whimpering as he pulled away his fingers form his puffy folds, wet with need.
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Date: 2017-09-16 05:01 am (UTC)From:"Couldn't think of a better one." The cock twitched again in response to those lips kissing his member and eventually the mouth that descended on him, the precum just leaks small beads for a taste. The dragon remained quiet as he lies still, enjoying the attention the deer gave him. He hummed as he watched him with careful observation as that mouth goes up and down, taking it slowly inch by inch, no rush. He pets through his short hair and rubbed at his long deer ears and around the stubby antlers.
Meanwhile, the deer is growing hot with need, and even the dragon can smell the scent of his arousal. "Yes, that's it...feel yourself too." It seems the dragon-like to watch the deer touching himself while attending to his cock.
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Date: 2017-09-17 02:22 am (UTC)From:Though Abel's words were even more delicious. He liked watching him touch himself? Dirty, but oh so wonderful that he could arouse the dragon in such a way. He pulled off his cock to speak, though kept stroking him with his hand.
"Want...want me to turn around so you can watch?" the deer asked, sucking on the head again while he waited for an answer.