SiO: Sex dream 1
Just as ordered, the rainbow coloured cat went over to the house. The entire world around his was blurry and pale, but he didn't care that much. Instead, he simply opened the door and saw the flamboyantly coloured dragon sitting on the table, staring with a very questionable look. He smiled warm, looking very mysterious and alluring like a lonely rose on a high cliff. The cat crossed his legs and turned his face down, giggling a little. The dragon's hand grabbed his own and pulled him a little, closer, giving him a soft lick on the cheek. His slithering serpent tongue whipped his bright fur, whisking it up and down like a comb. He couldn't help himself and chuckled of both the joy and the tickling. Once the tongue retreated, he could look at the dragon and noticed his horniness standing there, inviting him over to play. As he swallowed nervously, the dragon grabbed his own hardness and gave it a playful tug, sliding his fingers over the tip as he pulled it away. His smile said everything. Without words, they had a conversation that anyone else could not interpret. A code that seemed to outdo love and break into a new form: unity. And to do so, he hugged the dragon and grabbed him. Because he wasn't strong enough to penetrate himself, the dragon gave him help by pulling him down by his waist, with a very gentle touch. Once the entire penis was in, the cat opened his eyes again, and he could see the dragon there; smiling and looking at him, trying to say 'don't worry'. The cat nodded and slowly tried to pull himself up, yet he was too nervous about doing it. Thus, the dragon grabbed his waist against, while drawing him in for a kiss. As a tear of pain rolled down, he felt only bliss to be with this special person.
The cat purred for a long time, since the dragon was slowly moving him up and down. The warm erection was like a heated blanket on a cold night; pure bliss giving by the caring. The dragon remained silent and smiled as the cat enjoyed himself far too much. Such, he stopped when the cat was on the base, giving him a good chance to see the dragon. The dragon saw his begging eyes: they almost literally begged for more. But the dragon wasn't doing a one-sided deal. No, he wanted to have just as much fun. However, the dragon was no pervert; he preferred intimacy and romance over the direct intercourse. And with a simple gesture, their muzzles interlocked, allowing their tongues to live and lust over the other in an orchestrated dance of furious love. Them both being from different species, they drooled through the small corridors, but they didn't care. Actually, they couldn't care.
The cat was on cloud nine. Every time he reached the base, he got greedy and pressed a bit further to get every single part of the dragon's member inside. Whatever it was affection or to satisfy himself, he did it without aborting. And just as he was greedy with taking his love, the dragon was greedy with his kiss. When the cat wanted to moan loudly and yelp of joy, he pulled the muzzle back in a mental tug-of-war to make him away that this was his job. There was also the constant sucking, in which each droplet of spit was repaid with precum. The cat was dribbling himself a lot too, going far enough to forget he was even inside a house with not curtains. The door was open, but being caught up with such close and deep intimacy, there was nobody that could split them apart.
Time flew by, neither realising they've been undividable for thirty minutes. It got rougher and quicker, though the dragon never lost his stance by the large pole he rested against. The cat was on the edge for a while now, literally begging through the dragon's muzzle. But he was a tease, so he left him in the limbo by slowing his pace, then picking it up again. The cat breathed deep, trying to maintain his gathered lust so that when the dragon did intend to let him go, he'd have it all. It wouldn't take long, because the dragon disliked the constant mumbles that were mixed with the moans. All that air spoiled his joy, so he pulled out almost entirely, and letting go of the muzzle he held with his own. The cat got up straight, before feeling the penis go in once more, filling him with warm, sticky goodness. He jerked and cried loudly of bliss, blowing his own sperm over the dragon's stomach, which was left warm by the long hug. The dragon remained calm, excepting a long, loud moan of happiness.
Once they both settled, they were damp and hot. The dragon's flaccid member, slid out the cat's posterior, letting him back on the ground. Before the cat could step back, the dragon passed him another kiss, whispered a few words of commitment. The cat blushed and crossed his legs again, staring down with nervousness. Doing so, he skipped girlishly over to the door post and turned his head for the last time. "I love you, Draggy." The dragon smiled and waved with his fingers, making the cat blush again. He skipped along, giggling and thinking of many happy things, vanishing in the white blurriness that made the world.