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To Ashes

Chapter 7: Wakeup Call

Sneak Peek

Warm, Asher felt warm. He was in a humming state of warmth and it felt good. It felt really good!

Asher's mind was a fuzzy haze, a blurry buzz as he hovered in the crevices between the waking and dreaming world. That warmth radiated from the tips of his toes and ran up to the crown of his head, all focusing over his belly. He felt like he had swallowed a ball of sunshine that pulsed through him with every beat of his heart.

Then a shudder ran through him. A cord was played against his love-strings, his petals brushed with an attentive tongue. That warmth got hotter, like Asher had gotten too close to a sunlamp and it was starting to make his flesh pinch from the heat. It hurt in a good way. So very good.

His petals were flicked over, a rough tongue tenderly playing with his folds and rousing the drake with soft kisses and languid licks. The drake shuddered and moaned, that warmth heating him from his core and giving him a pink flush, the drakes muzzle parting to let out a hot sigh.

His legs parted, allowing better access to the one between his legs, the soft sheets he was under curling and clinging to him. He knew this wasn't his bed because it was so much better. It hugged every contour and the sheets were soft and airy. The tinge of cold from the mattress helped with the warmth that was pulsing through him, but the hot humidity dripping from between his legs kept the atmosphere beneath the sheets hot and heavy.

Then that mouth wrapped around his clit, that tongue tenderly pulling back the hood to find that pulsing little bullet and swirl around it. The shock caused Asher's eyes to snap open and his back to arch into that muzzle.

The room was…he had no idea whose room this was. The furniture was extremely modern. All white with black and gold accents. Concrete walls were covered with paintings of naked women in tasteful positions, but all of them were some white species or another. Their eyes painted over with golden streaks as drips of gold ran down their bodies to poorly cover up any inappropriate bits that may have been depicted, only for the gold to make tits and bits more easy to see in the end. The thing that caught Asher's eye the most was the giant mirror on the ceiling. Asher was completely naked, his face glowing pink with his blush as the shape of a man was hidden beneath the sheets.

Asher looked up in the mirror, his topaz eyes wide as he watched himself as that man beneath the sheets ate his cunt. That figure was powerful, the thin sheets clinging to his hard angles and toned frame. How big was this bed? The man was completely concealed under the sheets and Asher's head wasn't even against the headboard.

Those thoughts were banished as that tongue flicked over Asher's clit, lightly playing with that sensitive love button as the tongue both showed a reverence and distain, that tongue lovingly attentive, but also rough with its feline nature.

“Fynx?" Asher gasped.

“Shhhh," the snow leopard purred from under the covers, his claws coming to grip his asscheeks. “I'm enjoying my breakfast. The only sound you should be making is moans, Ashly."

Asher was about to protest when that muzzle went back down on him, that tongue playing with his clit, those lips pursing around it to gently suckle and work over that love button. Asher gasped, his legs thrashing as one of his hands went to rake through his own hair while the other went to go rub down over that warmth in his abdomen.

“That's better," Fynx purred from under the sheets, his long tail flicking as he gave that pussy a little hiss, the hot box he made of those needy pheromones filling his lungs and making his spine tingle. “No one wants to hear what you have to say."

Fynx lapped over those petals, his tongue making sure to find every sweet spot and tease it, to really make that pussy puff up with need and drip with desire. He went back up to that clit, his thumb moving in to gently stroke over that opening and play with those petals as he slurped on that clit. Those lips worked over that little button as his thumb was soaked in the drake's honey.

Asher had never been given better head in his life. Most gay guys had no idea what they were doing, but this, this was a man who knew his way around a pussy. He had studied them and made making them pop an art.

A tightness was building inside Asher, it was like he was going to cum, but it was far more focused and deliberate. He gasped, his legs shuddering as the sun inside him…flared? It's hard to explain. It was almost a hiccup but it was a mini orgasm that kept him on the road to a real one without diminishing the glow. It was sinfully decadent and yet it was still painful. Asher gave a little yip as his pussy oozed out honey that Fynx eagerly lapped up. That's when he did something that Asher wasn't ready for.

Fynx moved his hand up to Asher's belly, right above where that warmth was coming from, and extended a claw. He sank it into his flesh and dragged it down painfully slowly. Asher screamed in pain as that claw raked across his skin, tearing it and drawing blood.

“That's one," Fynx snarled, removing his now bloody claw from that belly and smearing the blood over Asher's abdomen, staining it a fresh crimson.

“What the fuck!" Asher moved his hand down to cover the claw mark. He brought his hand back up and there was a fresh swipe of blood. “Did you just cut me?"

“I'll do a lot more than that if you keep complaining," Fynx snarled lustfully against Asher's clit. Don't you dare move. I'm not done with my breakfast."

Asher felt fear grip him, his legs wanting to close, but his burning sun was keeping them wide and shaking. The warmth of that blaze trickled from his abdomen as he pressed down the sheet to stop the bleeding. The cut was shallow, but it still stained the sheet as the flow was stemmed. The sting of that scratch was very real and Asher wanted to kick Fynx off him, but that sun was almost a weight holding him down. He felt heavy and subdued while also alive and on fire.

Fynx wrapped his lips around that clit again and got back to his meal, his tongue flicking over that clit while his thumb sank slowly into those sopping folds. Asher gave a light gasp, keeping his hand on that wound while also gripping the pillow behind his head as Fynx continued to eat him out. That thumb was sinking in slowly as to not hurt any of the bruising the snow leopard had planted before, and quickly went to work lightly stroking those sensitive walls. Fynx purred, the vibrations rolling through that clit as he felt the marks he had left in there with his barbs. The walls healed, but never fully recovered, his mark of ownership still alive and well on those walls as he sank his thumb deeper to tenderly caress that g-spot.

Asher gave a shuddering gasp, that warmth building again as Fynx played with that little spot, teasing it while he continued to play with that hole.

Asher was pressing down on his new wound while his bully and rapist had his way with his pussy. He felt both violated and protectively owned, in danger but also secure. He didn't know why yet, but the way Fynx was acting was wildly out of character. The guy would never go down on him in a million years, but it wasn't because he was bad at it, that's for sure.

Asher's toes flexed, his spine tingled, his fur stood on end, his breathing was ragged, and his tail thrashed beneath him as Fynx continued to devour his pussy. The snow leopard removed his thumb only to slide in a couple fingers and beckoned his pleasure forward with a slow and languid “come-hither" that sent his body blazing. Another one of those mini orgasms pinched in his deep warmth, blazing through his veins like a hot flash and making the drake sweat. Fynx drank down that honey, gulping it with loud slurping pulls as he brought his free hand up to his belly again. This time Asher was ready and gripped his wrist.

Bad mistake!

Instantly fangs snarled and grated around that clit. Asher knew instantly what was at stake if he denied Fynx, those claws prickling at his g-spot and threatening to tear him open from the inside. He slowly let go of Fynx's wrist, the sheets pulling away from that hand to let it continue up onto his abdomen and lay a claw next to the other mark. Asher gritted his teeth as that claw raked over his belly, leaving another bloody mark.

“Good girl," Fynx smacked off that clit. “That's two."

“The fuck are you doing?" Asher snarled.

“If you question me again, Ashly, just know I can make this a much more painful experience for you." The snow leopard gave that hood a little nip, a shock of pain flying up and clashing against that sun, souring the warmth deep inside him. “So, sit back, enjoy the ride, and let me enjoy my fucking breakfast."

Fynx leaned his head into that cunt, his fingers coming out only to be replaced by that tongue. Asher's eyes rolled as that powerful, thick, rough tongue ran into his insides and practically slapped his g-spot. His legs quivered as that tongue flicked over, rolling so the underside would slick smoothly over that love button, only for the rough upside to pull back on it and stimulate every nerve. You'd think it would be painful, but after having been warmed up by that dick, it was like having a hundred little fingers play with his sensitive bits. Fynx's fingers weren't done though. He took his soaked digits and brought them to Asher's little pucker, slowly tracing circles over that little asshole. Asher's cheeks pushed together to try and prevent Fynx from going around there, but he retracted his tongue and gave a threatening hiss. Asher got the idea and relaxed, those fingers coming to lightly press at his hole.

Asher's breath was uneven and shuddering as Fynx continued to have his way with the little drake. Those fingers at his back door sank in with little effort, the dragon's tail flicking back and forth as those digits sank in, playing with his asshole while his thumb ran up to play with the lower petals of his cunt.

Fynx spent time eating that cunt out, that tongue lapping at those insides and slurping at those juices, coaxing out his pleasure then drawing back when the goosebumps would ride across his skin, keeping Asher in a constant state of torturous teasing. Those fingers in his asshole would ride up, brush the very bottom edge of that sun, sending a hot flash of warmth through the little drake as his toes curled, his claws gripped that pillow, his throat raw from panting and moaning.

Then another one of those burning snaps rolled through him. Asher gave a shuddering moan and this time braced himself as Fynx drew another slash mark on his abdomen, but let the juices roll down the drake's pussy. Those juices he shoved in with his fingers as he stroked them in, lining the drake's asshole with his own honey.

“Three," Fynx purred, pulling himself up, the seat drawing back and falling over the massive man's shoulders. It was almost unnerving how large Fynx looked in that position, his one hand at his ass lubing it up with his fingers while his other bloody claw came to his finger and he licked it clean. “Fuck, so ripe it's even in your blood."

Fynx's fur stood on end, his cock flopping forward and smacking his cunt, those barbs scraping his petals harshly like a nailed bat.

“What the fuck are you doing?" Asher gasped. “I don't understand."

“Shut up Ashly," Fynx purred, his eyes wide and focused on him, those orange blazing orbs reminding him where he stood in the food chain. “No one gives a shit what a dumb bitch like you says. No wonder you don't understand."

Fynx pulled his fingers from Asher's ass and slicked them with that pussy sauce before slapping it on his cock, sliding it up and down and slicking it up.

Asher was frozen, his mind a blaze while lying on his back, looking up at the predatory monster before him.

“You look so dumb and helpless. You really haven't figured it out yet?" Fynx smirked and leaned down, his muzzle coming to the claw marks he left on the drake's abdomen, his tongue lulling over the first.

“That one will be a boy," he purred and licked the next. “Ah, another strong boy." And finally he licked over the third. “Ah, a dumb little bitch like you."

It all clicked! How had he not figured it out before! He was in heat!

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