Beneath a Raptor's Talons
This is an illustrated story commission written by me, Nulkurrak for mazrogal: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/mazrogal/
Description: When he finds out that a rare breed of raptors are turned into pets by the invading barbarian tribes for their nefarious ends, Mazrogal decides to take action by gathering the necessary information on the attacking parties. A raptor finds him first, however, catching him unawares during sweetest dreams, the talons pressed against his exposed groin urging him to follow her lead or else...
Raketalon the raptor(C) belongs to me, Nulkurrak
Mazrogal(c) belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/mazrogal/
Artwork is done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/journals/styxandstoned...
***Beneath a Raptor's Talons***
The sudden weight exerted upon his genital slit started Mazrogal to awareness, the dragon's instincts flaring to life in an instant, ready to fight off the sudden threat. His hands scrambled for the knapsack he had carried with him, only to have its conspicuous absence remind him that he left it back at the inn, along with everything else he possessed. What madness prompted him to do that?
The madness of ancient custom, he realized, only for his thoughts to be cut short by an angry shriek aimed at his ceaseless thrashing. The pressure against his crotch also increase, a scythe-like claw tapping the naked flesh edging the nigh-impenetrable plates of his underbelly, proving to the dragon that it knew exactly where to sink, should he try to be bold.
"Don't...don't you dare," he said to himself more than to the creature who towered above him in spite of her petite size. His addled mind barely processed what was happening, focused more on his reasons for the incursion into the Savage Lands than his immediate predicament. He didn't belong here. He shouldn't even be here, if not for the immense guilt at standing idle while a rare and precious species was being enslaved right under the noses of the locals by the invaders they refused to fight off.
"I'm just a...just a visitor."
Her sharp, commanding squawk drowned his voice, her three-toed foot shifting lower down his nethers so that the claw tips of all her toes had his malehood at their mercy, not just the big, intimidating one that could now sink right into him from her position.
Mazrogal blinked in quick succession to clear his gaze until the outline of his captor became clearer. Small, two legged, and boasting an array of spikes down the back of her head and neck, she looked downright menacing for just a mere raptor. Mazrogal couldn't tell whether she was a wild or trained animal in the gloom that concealed the possible ornaments of her tail, nor make out the beast's exact species. The wicked talons pressed against one of the few vulnerable areas of his body distracted him somewhat from successfully cataloguing this creature.
His frenzied heart pounded in his chest. Blood boiled within his temples, urging him to roll, or wriggle out of the creature's grasp, or to distract it by buffeting his wings for either of his former moves to work.
It took all of Mazrogal's willpower to remain splayed on the ground, idle and at her mercy. When pinned down by a dangerous and possibly intelligent creature, escape seemed like the one thing her captor expected the most out of him, so why do her bidding?
So, Mazrogal remained put, his silent breaths muffled by the raptor's low, inquisitive chirping. The creature cocked its head and flexed its talons--all of them, including the little ones on its forepaws. At first, her thin, almost frail fingers seemed too weak to pose a threat to him, but the more he stared at them, the more he began to doubt his judgment.
The creature released another, stronger chirp, turning its triangular head this way and that to regard him from multiple angles, as if searching for other of his vulnerabilities. Instead of going straight for the smooth, unprotected membrane of his wings, her snout inched forward, slow but steady, until its flared nostrils blew hot air across Mazrogal's already sizzling cheeks. Its breath was not the most pleasant, the staleness of it causing Mazrogal to snarl instinctively, a gesture that saw the creature's smooth lips parted to reveal rows of thin, needle-like teeth.
Mazrogal turned his head to the side, towards the slivers of pale moonlight creeping through the canopies. Whatever the creature wanted, he did not believe it wanted to kill him, so by surrendering himself to her and appear as non-confrontational as possible, he hoped to at least get her to shift off him.
She didn't. Instead, the raptor licked him. Mazrogal shuddered at the hot wetness sliding across the sensitive side of his neck, climbing all the way to his jaw. The creature stopped as it met the scute-like ridges adorning the end of his lower jaw, yipped, bypassed them to nuzzle his cheek, and poked out its tongue for a second stroke. Mazrogal shuddered, unaccustomed to its ticklish touch upon his face, his instinctive growl startling the creature. It drew back with a yelp, and so did its talons, thus freeing the dragon from its oppressive grasp.
Mazrogal rolled to the side in the same instant, scrambled onto his fours, lurched forward into a wobbling dash to gain enough speed to take to the skies...
And fell face first into the ground when the creature's weight latched onto his back, its toes firmly clenched around the frames of his wings to keep them from buffeting her away.
"Damnable creature," Mazrogal snarled, annoyed with the raptor's antics. "You have one chance to get off me before I stop being considerate to your rare kind."
The raptor remained perched on top of him, snarling her defiance at whatever threats he threw her way, undaunted by his superior strength, intellect and durability. Fine. She made her choice. Now, she would bear the consequences.
Mazrogal's thick, muscular, draconic tail lashed in an inward arc to whip across her back. Due to his angle, however, the momentum was strongest towards his tapered tail tip, driving the plated, protected portion of his tail straight into the spines strewn over the back of her head, neck, and shoulders. A satisfying, feral growl burst out of her, accompanied by an equally sharp cry of pain from Mazrogal. He misjudged the density, length, as well as the sturdiness of the spikes crowning her, their sharp, needle-like tips greeting the exposed sides of his tail with a fiery kiss.
"Riiih!" She complained about his stupidity, securing his neck to the best of her abilities between her jaws, its girth and natural plating giving the petite creature more trouble than she anticipated.
Mazrogal froze. But for his strangely even breaths intertwining with her more sporadic ones, every sound seemed to fade away, the world shrinking to the tiny, moonlit splotch that saw him, a dragon, conquered by a tiny yet wily creature.
"I submit," Mazrogal said, aware that the creature had the necessary acumen to not only suppress her predatory instincts, but to subdue him in a more peaceful way than most civilized people would usually employ.
"Reh," she spat that low, rumbling sound out as if it was a sigh. Her toes relaxed around his wings and, in the next moment, her weight fled him, allowing Mazrogal to shift onto his side and take a better look at his captor.
A dapple of moonlight basked its menacing spikes in a silvery sheen. It reflected against its calculated, honey-colored eyes, against onyx talons so sharp and pointy Mazrogal quivered at the memory of them resting upon his very slit. The darker colored stripes embellishing her brown body added to her menacing look. Thick in the middle and thinning towards the sides, they resembled those of Akkarian shadowcats, a predator far less forgiving with their quarry. As if to contrast with that natural camouflage, the underside of her throat, belly, limbs and tail bore a lighter, tamer, sandy color which accentuated the relative softness of a hide Mazrogal's own claws could easily tear through.
Better not try his chances, however. Not without first finding out the raptor's intentions.
"Why are you here?"
The raptor's head cocked at the sound of his words, letting out an equally inquisitive irp that demanded to know why he ventured into lands untrodden by his kind as well.
Mazrogal chuckled, equally fascinated and amused by the high-pitched sounds a creature like her could emit. It came out more as a groan due to the tightness of his throat, however, harsher and louder than both of them expected. The raptor jumped back to put some distance between him and the fire that she undoubtedly knew dragons could produce and snarled. Her talons flexed eagerly against the ground, as if to show her readiness to sink them into whichever vulnerable portion she could find, should he behave inappropriately. How did such a little devil manage to take control of this situation? It was half his height!
"I've already submitted," Mazrogal attempted to pacify her by shifting onto his back, a position that bore striking similarity to the one where she first found him. "I'm not going to attack you. I promise."
The raptor's snarl softened in an instant, replaced by mischievous playfulness. Mazrogal's gaze followed her around as she circled him, her wide pupils shifting back and forth in their amber pools, analyzing every inch and plate of his body. She stopped after completing a full circle, her meaty, tapered tongue rolling along her slim muzzle in anticipation of something that he couldn't quite decipher.
"Wait a moment," he said the first thing that graced his spinning mind as the creature's eyes fixated on his groin. "Let me...let me first...uhhh...."
The return of the raptor's snout to his thighs took both his words and breath away. If given just a few seconds, he could've devised a way out of this situation, but she seemed to have no regard for decency or consent, sniffing, prodding, and licking at genital slit with uncharacteristic enthusiasm. Mazrogal's jaws clenched, the slightly pleasurable discomfort addling his thoughts further. He tried to slowly turn to the other side in the hopes of leaving behind the raptor's inquisitive snout, but the creature's lips tensed as she pressed harder onto his nest of flesh. Mazrogal sucked in a deep breath to suppress a yowl and avoid aggravating the creature further by rudely denying what had to be a ritualistic introduction between members of her species.
What have I gotten into, he thought as he slumped back against his elbows, his wings and nether muscles shuddering under the raptor's ministrations. What if this was more than an ambush? More than a friendly introduction? More than a simple encounter?
He didn't have time to think of a satisfying answer. Not now. Not under the now constant tongue strokes along his rift, meant to draw his malehood out of hiding. Anxiety did a stellar job at holding back his wanton thoughts and needs at first, but now that she settled onto her fours and placed her forepaws on each thigh to make herself comfortable, fear all but vanished.
Against his valiant efforts and monumental willpower poured into keeping himself from giving in to the creature's obvious, lascivious desires, his member stirred. Throb by throb, spasm by spasm, it grew faster than he anticipated, the spaded tip and underside ridges gaining further prominence every time her heated ribbon of blissful moisture greeted them.
No, no, no. This wasn't right. It wasn't fair, wasn't--
"Grrrrh," Mazrogal growled for the first time as she wrapped her tongue around his bulged head, squeezing the smooth but hard surface of his cock into a particularly delightful embrace. He grinded his teeth while caught in her fetters, clenched and relaxed his fists, even tried to shift his position, but the raptor kept him trapped in her proverbial net, recognizing the longing his swift, sudden throbs transmitted. The raptor's excited chirps turned to soft trills whenever he tried to dislodge her, proving to him that, unless she wanted to let go of him, her tongue would never stray from his cock.
When it returned to his swollen tip a third time to taste the bead of precum that appeared on it, the raptor paused and cocked its head, a mellow hum rumbling in her throat. Mazrogal couldn't discern its nuances, but it sounded like conflicting thoughts, as if she held certain doubts of her own about this whole situation.
"I..." Mazrogal tried to take advantage of the lapse in whatever she tried to achieve, but failed to capitalize on it. His jaws remained slack, tongue unable to push the words out in time. In his mind, explaining his reluctance to her made perfect sense, but given the proximity of her fangs to his malehood, his instinct screamed to just let her finish what she started and be on her merry way.
Mazrogal's breath caught in his throat when the raptor's tail flagged, confirming his suspicions about what she was after: A simple curiosity--or perhaps a craving--she wished to satisfy, given the conspicuous absence of a mate as well as the thickening miasma of female arousal. When she noticed Mazrogal's fingers relaxing on the furrows drawn by his claws, the creature yipped with renewed vigor, the tip of her snout nuzzling and prodding at the base of his slit to try and free the knot that had yet to come out.
"H--hey," Mazrogal muttered, but to no avail. The creature ignored him in her quest to unearth that final, intriguing feature of him, one that she wouldn't find on any of her kind. When she failed to loosen it, her snout hovered over his crotch to nuzzle and lick at his bulged head with tantalizing strokes, not enough to push him over the edge but sufficient to keep him hard and eager. Mazrogal's hardened member pulsed and throbbed against his will to reward her efforts, causing the raptor to irp at the subtle motions. It licked, and nuzzled, and licked again until a jolt ran through Mazrogal's tight flesh and dispersed along his spine.
Maybe--maybe she never mated before, and the scent of male musk intrigues her. Or perhaps she is entering her first heat and seeks relief from the impulses of her body, Mazrogal tried to justify her puzzling behavior. He knew raptors possessed an intelligence that far surpassed the average beast, and that their packs had strict rankings, rules, and all that. But he wasn't a raptor, and not even a local in these parts, so why take the risk?
"Grrrraaaah," he strained against the strengthening waves of pleasure produced by her uncannily pleasant tongue. His member twitched and swayed against her tongue, producing more and more of his nectar that the raptor lapped as soon as it fled his tip.
The raptor stopped her treatment just when Mazrogal's ridges began to flare with the urge to cum, allowing the dragon a most needed labored sigh. But instead of waiting for him to recover, she once again resumed digging for his knot with the tip of her tongue, yelping and chirping enthusiastically. At first, her struggle gave Mazrogal much needed respite from the suddenness of her lewdness, the base of his shaft less sensitive than his ridges and cock head. The more she fought to free his knot, however, the more endearing her attempts became, especially when the truthful scent of her need hung heavily about them.
Mazrogal gasped as she placed a forepaw on his crotch, flexing her digits to allow the tip of a claw to slide in the narrow space between his cock and fleshy walls and spread him open to free his knot.
"Wait," Mazrogal said, loud enough to force the raptor away from his crotch before she had the chance to implement her nefarious plan. She snarled at the interruption, but did not raise her tiny hands at him nor threaten him her scythe-like dewclaws. Mazrogal waved a finger at her to capture her attention, then slid his hands slowly, slowly towards his genital slit.
A muffled trill rumbled inside the raptor's throat as she followed his movements. Mazrogal held his breath under her scrutiny, anxiety beginning to creep through him at the thought of loosening his seed by freeing his knot. He pushed down on the swollen folds of flesh surrounding his slit and then dragged them to the side slowly, carefully, intent on keeping his seed for her, should it possess certain significance to her kind. When he pulled enough on his fleshy edges to reveal the surface of the plump, swollen semi-spheres, he stopped and chanced a glance at the raptor. Her eyes bore into his, cold and intelligent, before she gazed at his crotch and let out a chirp of contentment with what she witnessed.
Mazrogal's jaws clenched tighter, the meaning of his doing only now starting to settle in. He was not only exposing his most sensitive and intimate part of his malehood to her hungry eyes, but he did whilst fully aware that his actions would definitely escalate her curiosity until she had no choice but to take him inside her.
His cock lurched at the promise of relief that crossed his mind, causing his knot to plop free of its restraints. As soon as that happened, a rush of sizzling pressure spiked through Mazrogal's shaft, his knot, ridges and spaded tip bloating with seed that he barely managed to hold back.
"Hrrrr ghhhhrrrrrrm," the dragon grumbled, eyes scrunched in focus at fighting back the temptation to loosen that burden on which he held for far too long.
Fortunately for him, the raptor tilted her head this way and that at the bobbing shaft, sniffing around it but keeping her tongue away from his now exposed, highly sensitive knot. Mazrogal's heart pounded in his chest under her inquisitive gaze, dozens of half coherent thoughts rushing through his mind. Here he was, splayed on the ground before a lone and much too curious female raptor, too afraid--or perhaps too cowardly--to steal the initiative from her and put an end to what must've been a torturous tease for the both of them.
Mazrogal's train of thought was interrupt by a nudge against the soggy tip of his member. The raptor's snout rounded his ruddy, mushroom-shaped tip, her nostrils flaring. A dot of pink appeared between her brown nostrils, poking out to brush against his tightness. Mazrogal flinched at the contact, and his member pulsed against her tongue. The raptor drew her head back with a yip, then stepped back.
"It's the same as before. Nothing's changed, my dear," Mazrogal said, tension all but palpable in the shuddering breath he released.
Surprisingly, the raptor's head backed away, as did the rest of her body. Before Mazrogal even had time to question her motives, the creature turned around and took several steps forward, until he was all but certain that she found her answer to whatever curiosity ailed her.
"Thank the gods," Mazrogal whispered under his breath. He closed his eyes as this strange encounter reached a favorable conclusion and took a deep breath laden with both relief and a tinge of frustration at what might've happened, had she stayed around for a few more moments.
Better that it did not come to that, Mazrogal thought, at peace with the outcome that resulted in the least amount of complications. He didn't need a pet raptor to follow him around, much less one that considered him a mate just because he shared his seed with her. He cupped his face in his palms at that last thought, basking in the satisfaction of resisting a temptation that could've led him down a very treacherous path.
When his eyes cracked open and his palms parted, however, the raptor's hindquarters filled his vision, just like her overpowering scent overwhelmed his previously covered nostrils.
"Wait a moment, I don't..." he began, only to yelp as the raptor awkwardly clambered over his legs in her attempts to find the proper position for a mounting. Her dexterous talons clutched his shins in a painful yet surprisingly gentle grip as she tried to balance herself, her lowering hindquarters probing for his shaft.
"Not like this," Mazrogal said in the heat of the moment, instinctively spreading his legs to allow her room to maneuver so that she wouldn't trample all over him. Then, he picked each of her feet and directed them to the now empty space between his parted legs. When the raptor didn't object, he attempted to gently coax her forward, away from him, but his initiative was met with resistance and disapproving squawks.
"Fine, I'm sorry, I'll leave you be," Mazrogal said over her sharp, excited chirping. He gulped whatever moisture still dwelled in his mouth, and placed his hands on her rump to adjust her backward shuffle, lest she stepped over his cock. The raptor yelped at being coordinated such. She swung her head around, snarling with half a mouth, but not lashing out at his hands just yet, an indication that she, at least, took his consent into account.
Mazrogal's relief burst past his parched lips in a drawn-out sigh. She wasn't going to hump him against his wishes, nor put him in a position where he had to hurt her, so long as he gave her what she wanted. Her soaked, swollen vent suggested as much, and the wetness spreading as far as to cover the inner side of her haunches emphasized her thinning patience with whatever delays that might get in the way of her release.
Left with no other reasonable choice that might lead to a favorable conclusion, Mazrogal pulled her to him, slow and steady, painfully aware that any offense given might cause her to retaliate against his vulnerable erection. Her oversized talons hindered her backwards walk, yet her gait still held a certain grace specific to her kind. When she was close enough to his loins, he maneuvered forward to cover the remaining distance, aligning his cock so perfectly with her nether lips that the excess arousal dribbled down right on top of his shaft.
"Now what?" Mazrogal asked, his heart and temples pounding in anticipation of her impending response. Of course she was going to mount him! It could be awkward, and she might not even manage more than a few awkward thrusts before her frustration with her inexperience got the better of her, but one thing was certain. She wanted things to be done her way, not the other way around.
Her liquid lust continued to drip drip drip onto Mazrogal's cock and slit, each heated droplet drawing soft growls from the bewildered dragon. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for something, but what?
Rather than give her a verbal consent that might not count as much for her kind, Mazrogal began to caress her smooth hide, feeling the softness of her underbelly, then the rougher surface of her back. She burned against his cold, clammy hands, even more so down there, between her haunches. Her inner haunches, smeared with the abundant and slippery fluid that fled her crevice, felt smooth and silky to the touch, her muscles rippling against his fingers. He considered roaming down her shins and visit her toes, but the raptor wiggled her body and tail in such way that she visibly encouraged him towards a particular destination.
He stopped a short distance from her female parts. Blood surged through his ears, so hard and fast they rang. His throat was tight, his mouth was parched, and his member throbbed and bobbed underneath her, eager to shelter between her more than inviting walls.
Maybe there is a better way to go about this, Mazrogal thought, probing with the tips of his fingers at her feverish, unblemished lips, the exposed flesh there so soft and smooth he had to bite back a groan of pure lust.
Fool. Control yourself. This might be your only way to avoid binding her to you, Mazrogal tried to motivate himself by taking the selfless approach, one where only one of them experienced the long-awaited relief.
First, he inserted a finger. Her slick flesh squelched, and her moisture dribbled onto his groin as he inserted more of himself into her. The raptor's muscles tightened around him like a lover's embrace, and she squawked--a sharp sound that made Mazrogal's stand on edge as every single one of his muscles tightened, member included. Her hindquarters began to rock, eager to receive more of him inside, but when Mazrogal refused to oblige, the raptor squatted.
"N--no," Mazrogal muttered, shifting to the side just in time to protect his rock-hard member from her dirt splotched underside. Mazrogal retracted his dripping finger from within her, much to her displeasure, and moved that hand behind him to avoid the temptation of tasting her essence right in front of her. In the same moment, the raptor twisted her head to hiss her disapproval at him, chirping and squeaking as her tail battered his face. Mazrogal caught it, squeezing it to keep her still while his arousal-lathered finger surged forward to return from whence it came. She froze the moment he filled her again, and Mazrogal sank up to his knuckle into her sweltering depths.
The raptor screeched in elation. Her legs buckled, her nether walls convulsed, and her lips shuddered to allow spurts of hot raptor climax to surge past them. The tiny rivulets cascaded upon Mazrogal's chilled haunches, making him shiver from their sudden warmth.
_Finally, it is done,_Mazrogal thought. She didn't require much after all. Just a nudge here and there and--
Her tail slapped his face as it attempted to lift upward and avoid getting in the way. His arms went in front of him to defend him from a second assault, but instead, they caught her hindquarters just as she squatted against his belly.
"Wha--what has gotten into you?"
The raptor irped, squawked, and shrieked as she wriggled her hindquarters this way and that in search of his member, her motions erratic in her enthusiasm to secure him within her. Mazrogal attempted to placate her by pushing not one, but two fingers into her, but despite the shudders that welcome him inside, the raptor paid no attention to him. She had eyes only for his member, her feet shuffling around in search of the best position for what she had in mind. Instead of waiting to align herself with Mazrogal, the female began to hump at the air, every missed thrust causing her to angle her butt closer to her goal until she finally found her mark.
Mazrogal gasped as her folds spread to swallow his tense spaded tip. Then, ridge by swollen ridge, the rest of his cock began to disappear into the raptor's tightening depths, stopping only when his knot kissed her lips. That seemed to be the limit to how far she could squat, the few tantalizing inches separating her from his knot acting as the only barrier that held back Mazrogal's building climax.
His eyes squinted against the wave of too sudden, too potent pleasure, jaws clenching as tight as they allowed to bite back the urge to just let go. Raptors were fickle creatures, their personalities as varied as their coloring, and if his act of premature release was to be interpreted as weakness, then...
"Grrah," Mazrogal wrestled himself from that line of thinking before it made him pull out and downright reject the female's offer to mate, a far worse offense. As if to further taunt him, the raptor glanced at him with the corner of her eyes, her maw half-parted in a smug, satisfied grin. Her haunches began to wag with Mazrogal trapped inside her, shifting left and right, up and down, the female doing everything in her power to take in the last of what he had to offer.
She only stilled when Mazrogal surrender a cloudy spurt of seed-addled precum, the presence of the foreign fluid inside her tricking her to believe he was about to finish. If not for the whirlwind of emotions spinning through his head, Mazrogal would have already surrendered to his carnal needs. The sheer tightness and heat of her grip, combined with the length of this trip away from civilized company, lessened Mazrogal's control to a thin, frayed thread, where it only took a single thrust to push him to the brink.
The dragon blinked back his disbelief with his predicament, his huffs short and sporadic, toes and fingers clenched in utter focus. He would've lasted far longer if her smooth walls weren't so damn slick, and if they didn't clench around him with the eagerness of a female ravenous for his seed.
"No," Mazrogal said, the sound of his voice surprising both him and the raptor. "Not...like this..."
His strained voice mirrored his foremost concern, that of finishing while on his back, like a limp, powerless wretch incapable of satisfying their female. With his mind besieged by pleasure on all sides, everything faded away but for the instinct to breed, to thrust, to do right by his partner.
So, with great effort, Mazrogal pushed himself forward, grabbed the raptor by her haunches, and shifted his knees underneath him, all while remaining inside her. She tensed up and squeaked every now and then, but so long as his shaft remained in place, she seemed not mind.
As soon as Mazrogal found proper footing, he gritted his teeth, pulled back a few ridges until only his tip remained inside, and then plunged himself forth, knot knocking against her soppy lips.
A shriek burst from the raptor. She staggered on trembling legs, and her tail jerked as Mazrogal sank inside her. The deeper his cock reached, the tighter she squeezed, and when his knot connected with her smooth entrance a second time, Mazrogal had to breathe fast and quick to contain his release. By all the gods, was she tight!
When he pushed out in a slow, elaborate, and painfully pleasurable move, the raptor's muscle nudged his every inch, gripping and releasing, already milking him for his seed before it even left his cock. Once his tip left her, juices splattered onto his knot and plates, his departure leaving her muscles shivering for more.
Mazrogal's third thrust was quick, powerful, purposeful, infused by his single-minded instinct. He shoved past her tight, untested folds, speared through her shuddering tunnel, and slammed his knot against her underbelly with a squelch. Her pleasured squawks flared into full, rich moans, and the raptor began to flutter her little arms in anticipation for the next stroke.
Mazrogal gave it to her. He arched his hips forward, digging into her nether depths with a strained groan. His last slivers of control began to shatter, the fiery pressure welling within him all but threatening to burst. Rather than hold back, Mazrogal's thrusts became steady, fluid, rhythmical, fueled by passion and instinct alike. His hands explored her body to the best of his abilities, caressing her sides and belly in an attempt to show her that he cherished her--all of her--and not just the area underneath her tail.
By now, the trickle of her juices became a constant downpour. Her flanks shuddered with the toll of pleasure, to the point where the raptor's feet began to claw at the ground for purchase, as if in search for the best position to savor her inevitable orgasm. Mazrogal gripped her tighter, pulling her closer to him as he picked up in speed.
One thrust. Just one more, was all that filled Mazrogal's mind. Pent-up lust bubbled within his groin, tight and painful, and with each stroke, it gnawed at his member. The raptor's muscles, too, contracted with renewed vigor, squeezing tighter and tighter over the stream of cacophonous chirps and squawks and yelps.
When Mazrogal finally shoved his knot into her, a shriek burst from her maw, joined by Mazrogal's roar as he faltered against her needy clutch. It was too tight, too warm, too much!
The last of his strength spent, Mazrogal's resilience gave in, allowing his thick, pent-up seed to burst into the depths of his female. Stars speckled his vision, and strength faded from all his muscles but one. His cock continued to pulse and throb within her fleshy depths, shooting spurt over searing spurt of his draconic essence, slowly but surely filling her up. To help her contractions milk every droplet out of him and augment his mind-shattering pleasure further, Mazrogal wriggled inside her, the motion quick to entice her muscles to do their job.
She did that for longer than Mazrogal expected, her orgasm longer and more intense than he expected from such a small creature. As she began to come down from her high, the raptor's blissful cry became a mellow chirp. The muscles of her underside rippled with the toll of mating, and her shivering slit contracted two more times. A weak, final spurt of her own essence left her depths before she lurched from one foot to the other, as if suddenly unsteady. Mazrogal caught her just as she was about to crash on her side, helping her regain her balance.
The raptor chirped weakly, nuzzling at his fingers before she wrestled herself forward to free herself of Mazrogal's drained, softening cock. Their bond broken, the dragon collapsed onto his back, panting in the eerie silence while he watched the raptor attempt to sneak a peek of the rivulets of combined juices flowing out of her while standing on her two legs. Her hindquarters rocked this way and that in her attempts to find a suitable angle, and when that failed to provide one, she tried to lift one of her legs.
She fell to her side with a yelp instead. Mazrogal chuckled much to the raptor's displeasure, who fixated her eyes on him. No snarl this time. Only warm, amber eyes that regarded him with unusual fondness.
Mazrogal froze. He didn't know what to do, what to say, and how to stop her when she began approaching him, a hum of satisfaction rumbling in her throat. It was only when her snout approached his crotch to smell the product of their union that the dragon found initiative, attempting to crawl back in order to gain some distance from the creature.
She was so small, yet somehow she still towered above him as she attempted to straddle him a second time.
"Hey, don't you--I'm all but spent!" Mazrogal shouted in panic at the thought of being viciously claimed a second time by this insatiable beast.
Sure enough, the raptor placed one foot on his right, one on the left, then lowered herself against his chest, only for her strength to give in halfway. She collapsed right on top of him, snout pressed against his chin, her eyes half closed. From this distance, Mazrogal could see the ebony slits of her eyes, lost in a golden sea. He tried to lift his head for a better view of her spikes, but stumbled back when his lips touched her nostrils accidentallly.
The raptor chirped. Her tongue flicked against his nose, causing Mazrogal to snort from the suddenness of it and recoil, eyes scrunched shut in preparation for a second stroke.
It never came. Mazrogal cracked an eye open and lifted his head up to chance a glance at the creature. Thin eyelids draped her eyes, and even breaths fled her nostrils, warmer and pleasant than he dared to admit.
She sure is quick to sleep, Mazrogal thought, unwilling to push her off him just yet. Given the rarity of these creatures, this might very be the only chance to listen to her contented thrum, akin to a purr but far, far richer given the circumstances.
***THE END***
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