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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: 2017-09-10 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.