Yiff Capsule: Bouncer

Outside Club Helix

It's only for another drink, just keep telling yourself that. Duma's mind is buzzing with alcohol, but he is underage, in this country anyway. He has been caught but still wants another drink, this leaves him at the mercy of a dragon who acts as a bouncer. As it so happens the silver drake does have a way for the tiger to pay for entrance but it will require more than what is in his wallet.

"This is a good spot, kneel down kid." He lets go of the cat's arm as they are now outside the club in one of the two barren alleys at either side of it.

Looking up at the silver scaled drake with leopard patterns the feline smiles quite drunkenly at him. Then his eyes look further down as the reptile starts to undo his belt. As the apparel comes away the tiger is treated to the sight of a bulging pair of boxers. Even in its unaroused form the cat can make out the shape and size of the phallus as well as the two juicy orbs that compliment it. Knowing what he has to do Duma reaches out and hooks his claws into the waistline before pulling down and releasing the drake's large juicy malehood that swings free to dangle pendulously.

"I think you know what to do now."

"Y-Yes Iscin."

Duma gulps and then takes hold of the large meat with both of his furry white paws. Stroking it slowly up and down whilst holding it up on level with his face the tiger watches as the dragon's length begins to grow. It becomes thicker, longer and a lot more hot in his hands as it slowly throbs into life. Just as the tip reaches his nose the tiger can already smell sweet and powerful scents as the crystal clear prejuices begin to pour out dripping back down the throbbing pole and over his hands.

As an experienced feline Duma knows what to do; so using the pre as lubricant he begins to rapidly stroke and grip at the dragonhood. Running his fingers briskly over the barbs and ridges as they stand up to attention. The head starts to spit its marking juices onto the cat's nose and whiskers. Licking his lips to help lubricate them Duma opens wide and then leans forward slowly sinking the flesh past pursed lips.

The reptile growls and rests a heavy hand on the back of Duma's head. Inch after inch disappears past those tight lips and soon the tiger begins to deepthroat it, gladly taking in as much as he can. Closing his eyes the big cat focuses on not choking as the rod slips past deep down his gullet where he swallows and suckles hard to milk at it.

"Mmm fuck yeah, that's a good kitty."

Duma begins to purr, a reliable feline trick to help stimulate a male. The vibrations help stimulate the sensitive glans and soon the quickness of Iscin's heartbeat increases as his arousal rapidly increases. Thrusting further into the tiger's mouth he makes him take all of it as his large scaly orbs rest gently on Duma's chin.

The tiger looks a little startled and his eyes are wide open with alertness. But he soon adjusts, now using his hands to caress each testicle individually as the reptile finally starts to pull back out. However once he is only halfway free Iscin thrusts back inside whilst the kitty's lips kiss against that scaly crotch.

"Now that you've got the hang of it, lets go a little faster." Iscin says with a growl and a wicked grin spread on his snout.

Without warning he starts to thoroughly facefuck the unprepared feline. Barbs and ridges prick his lips as they go past them and then deep down into his tight throat. The reptile roars and holds his prey down using him like a toy as he thrusts into the tiger's slutty mouth wildly with frenetic speed. Duma can no longer keep track of those orbs as they start to slap against his chin audibly so he reaches around and squeezes the dragon's buttocks before trying to poke his fingers between them.

This goes on for a little while until Duma notices something different: a big thick knot squashing into his face. Iscin rumbles lustfully as his knot swells up and his loins are ready to surrender their produce. With a few more wild thrusts into Duma's mouth he finally reaches his peak.

"RRRRGH FUCK!"

Duma is held on so that he is kissing the knot as an eruption of seed explodes into his mouth and down his throat. So much creamy and powerfully smelling seed is made by those big juicy jewels; all of it now being pumped at an alarming rate into the tiger. He tries to swallow it down but inevitably starts to choke and some of it sprays back out to dribble back down over his chest and the dragon's legs.

Finally he is allowed to pull off but as he does so Duma gets shot in the eye by one last powerful blast before Iscin is finally done. His big dragonhood becomes soft again and flops around between his legs as he laughs at the tiger falling backwards from the shock of being hit in the face like that.

"Ha, I'm sorry little kitty." Iscin says whilst helping him up onto his paws.

"Ack! Well, can I come back inside now?" the tiger asks whilst catching his breath and wiping the mess from his face.

"Take it up with the manager." And with that the storm dragon pulls his pants back up and returns to his job as bouncer.

"Well, fuckbiscuits."