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A Contract Between a Dragon and an Elf {darkest_fate&Crashingthrough}

Teiruun stopped, startled at the sudden change the moment his lips touched hers. Her mouth parting and the tongue reaching out to greet his, her softer tongue being wrapped and carressed by his more abrassive one. The scent she gave was powerful and revealing, as if every layer of her attitude was laid bare before instinct and reaction. How he wished it was tomorrow already, or that the train could move faster. Perhaps they should have just flown, but then this moment would not be a reality.

The lips of her lower half caught the stiff head as she rocked against his grinding, barely eascaping each time to flick and rub against the besd of swelling nerves. When she wrapped around and drew him closer he went, their chests together, his heartbeat heavy and loud, pumping heat against his skin as every exposed moment of skin or scale grew excited. "Is that going to be a problem?" He said, flicking fingertips along the edges of her bra, teasing the succulent flesh underneath.

A new sensation, of fingers feeling the ribs of his member. Then her hand against it as he slowed his grinding and removed a hand, lowering it to play at her thighs, feeling the smoothness of her pale ass. And then Aisling stopped so suddenly, the elf's touch missing and his cock twitching. Yearning for more attention. "What made you stop?" He growled, lowering himself so their upper halves fit together, the rumbling of his words a vibrator on her skin. When she shifted he could feel their sexes part, lines of fluids connecting them. "I'm not going to make you call me something else, you can use my name." He chuckled, the deep rolling of his lungs as the dragon pushed his forhead down against hers, staring into her eyes with feral looking slits that shined in the ambient light. "If you have no preference, we'll use both. Start with your mouth and you'll find out what I mean." He answered quietly, lifting himself up and tugging at her shoulders so that Aisling should do the same. Now it was Teiruun who laid upon his back, everything of his for clear view.
 
A problem? Aisling felt a stirring within that indicated quite clearly to her that it would be anything but a problem. It made her flush, the pink showing clearly upon her pale skin. That his fingers kept trailing, as if hotly anticipating what lay beneath the flimsy garment, only increased her flush a little further. That didn't even take into consideration the sensation of his ribbed flesh upon her fingers. So many toys and descriptions had prepared Aisling, at least mentally, for what a dragon's member would feel like. But mental preparation and, and this. She could feel it, just as she felt him moving.

"I figured you'd want to get into an optimal position for... whatever," she offered, nodding toward their lower halves. She could feel him almost teasing against her. For a moment, she thought she could feel the hot, wet lips of her sex just kiss his throbbing cock. Another roll, and suddenly she was looking up into hot, feral eyes. Goddess, he wanted her bad. Aisling couldn't quite believe it: nobody wanted the cold elf before. Well, not once they actually heard her speak. Some desperate, romantic, female part of her wanted to ask him to start whispering sweet nothings. To admit to liking her for her intelligence as well as her beauty.

But she wasn't about to upset the contract. She was dangerously close to proving that she'd be worth the trouble. No need to rock that now. She simply nodded, shifted, and rolled back. Goddess, there it was again. Aisling took the ribbed dragon member in her hands. She gave it a curious pump, feeling its size, feeling what just running her hand along it would be like. Each ridge, each bump, pressed against her hand, slid along her palm. If it felt like that going in...

"Goddess," she whispered. Her head lowered, her green eyes shifting to look up at him as she went. Lips closed about the head, just kissing it for a moment, almost worshipful of the thing. Aisling's tongue lolled out, and she gently lapped at the head, running the muscle around. It flicked, then lolled to tease the slit, assuming she could find it. Aisling angled her head, bobbing while she wet the cock with her spittle. The hand lazily pumped, smearing her juices, making it glisten.

"Your cock is beautiful," she said, holding it near her face and looking up. She seemed to realize the moment of weakness a bit late, flushing. "I mean, it's clearly designed well. The bumps," she ran her hands along it, "the design. This should let you lock into a female," she pressed her lips against his head. "And surely no one who experienced it would be quite satisfied without the adornments." Her lips circled the head again, and she bobbed, just wanting to see what it would be like within her hot mouth.
 
Teiruun nodded slowly as she gave her reasoning, less worried about it after the fact. Now after having moved, a pair of thickly cushioned pillows under his back so that he could comfortably look down upon the elf woman, his eyes squinted at her first testing pump of her hand. It felt so good, akin to sparklers dancing upon the rigid, ribbed flesh. When she kissed at the tip, the very tip being the only part with some give to it, he had trouble looking at her in the eyes as she tested the waters. It had been decades since he had even relieved himself, and the only few times that the dragon had sex with anybody had beem just after breaching the barrier of adulthood over a century ago. And that had been in his beast like state.

The human form was more sensitive, more vulnerable to touch and by that reasoning, much more lustful when the mood struck them. That sensitive slit would be oozing precum at a rate no normal humanoid could produce it, adding to her spittle to give his shaft a shinning sheen of liquid. His shaft burned as she bobbed the first few times, her hand adding to what she couldn't cover within her mouth. Of course he caught her mistake, smirking knowingly as he reached down and messed with her beautiful head of hair, scratching at her scalp with the back of his elongated nails. He wondered how she knew so well what to do with her mouth, but the woman had earned his trust so he did not bring that fear to light. Maybe later he would ask, maybe watch as she did so with a toy like he imagined.

"If you find it so endearing, I bet you can't wait for to..." he was going to say tomorrow, but her hot mouth and able tongue brought a growl from his throat. A growl that also sounded even more loss of control, though he had been planning on having this part of him show soon anyways. His hips raised towards her bobbing head with a quick thrust brought on by a sudden change of what was part of his waist. A long silver serpentine tail had grown quickly and with much discomfort on his part, twisting out to be over four feet in length and tapering to a single point. Spines dotted the upper half, folded against the tail itself for now. This tail snaked downwards, prehensile in movement. It brought itself down in between Aisling's legs and lifted the point to rub in between her ass cheeks. The tip of his tail poked at her hole there, but never pierced it, just teasing and feeling as his cock raged with the fire of her breath, throbbing more violently the further down she went.
 
Goddess, it tasted good. Aisling fought back drool and the urge to moan as his almost spicy, slightly cinnamon flavor filled her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered at the realization of a long held fever dream. Goddess, she could simply suck him, let him spill his seed within her mouth. He pulsed, his shaft almost burning within her mouth. Hand ran through her hair, talons raking the red back. It exposed her ears, the long points almost trembling. A little drool oozed from her lips, though Aisling's hand deftly wiped it free. Couldn't let him see it.

Words rumbled down, cut off by a groan. Aisling's eyelids fluttered for a moment, letting the noise wash over her. Soon something else flickered. A little squeal left her lips, shooting around the cock. She could feel it going between her legs, teasing her. Thighs pressed together, though she didn't know whether it was to block or pull it close. Her sex had determined its reaction: it wept. Liquid heat poured from her core, showing him just how very, very endearing she found his cock. As the tail moved, the virginal, intelligent elf shuddered.

Her lips let his cock for a moment, little bits of saliva sticking. Panting breaths puffed against it, while her shimmering eyes looked up at him. "Of course I can't wait," she said, bringing a hand up to brush back hair, flushing slightly. "I mean, for the--" she flicked her gaze toward his cock, seeing it shimmer with her spittle. Desire shone in those eyes, and her free hand gripped him, held him as if she were afraid he would vanish into dream. Goddess, this felt better than her dreams; Aisling simply hadn't the imagination to paint this picture.

She swallowed his cock into her mouth. The head vanished as she greedily sucked, a loud, slurping noise coming. As she bobbed, hair fell into view once more. Groaning in frustration, she pulled up, hand going to the hair. She had to pull off, working it, trying to corral the red. She flushed as she did, realizing that the motion drew further attention to her sharply pointed ears. Her eyes looked up to him. Lips parted, then her gaze shifted. Stupid questions, girlish ones, had risen up. Did he actually want her? His cock certainly did. But she still couldn't quite believe that the dragon wanted the sharp-minded elf, merely her body, and... was she okay with that? Her hand gripped his cock and she sank down into it, moaning. Her primitive brain had already decided; it was the other parts that were at war.
 
Teiruun couldn't help but be amazed with how much the elf seemed to be enjoying herself, how she even tried her best to hide the drooling. Each time she sucked it brought greater joy to his lower half, and it was with some mercy that his tail had surprised her so much. The little squeal from the thick scarley appendage rubbing between her legs would have made the drsgon laugh had he not been more focused on controlling himself and not succumbing to her actions. His tail felt warm, so much more that it should have with just her body heat, so Teiruun let it slide further and peer at the tip, now soiled and slick with the woman's juices.

And finally he had a moment of reprieve from the pleasure. As confident as he was, her touch sent shivers along his back and goosebumps dotted his arms. "If you enjoy this so much then tomorrow won't disappoint." He promised, the shinning slits of his eyes watching hers. The elf woman's hot panting breaths tingled upon any bare skin, and unable to help himself Teiruun angled the point of his tail and pushed it into her ass just as she started sucking on him again. The slurping was the metronome by which he filled and emptied her ass with the cool scales of his tail, only using the first few inches until it was obvious that Aisling was more comfortable.

Another moment of relief, as it seemed that she was having issues with her hair. "Let me." Teiruun said as he bunched and clawed her hair. "You blush now? What, don't like your ears to be in plain sight? To bad they're cute as hell." He spoke with a smirk before she lowered herself once again witha moan. That sound echoed from the dragon, a peppery scent mixing with the slight cinnamon taste. It actually would not take him much longer to pulse and his cock to spasm. It really had been too long, his endurance weak compared to what it once was. "Almost there. Don't try and take it all." He warned, his voice gutteral and strained. The tail moved faster, the ridges of his scales rubbing against her slit and still driving repeatedly, faster now, needing some outlet for the building tension.

A tension which soon blew. Maybe it was his nature, but Teiruun released a flood of cum, sweet in taste compared to most race's bitterness. It would only be a few momentd before her mouth was filled, and still it flowed. The sheer amount would take minutes to pass,  spurting across her face and sweater if it ever escaped her mouth at the first minute. Even near the end of his orgasm he came, thick globs falling to the sheets. The dragon's breath painted like a dog's as he waited for his maiden to say or do something.
 
Tomorrow wouldn't disappoint. The words had been promised, and Aisling's sparkling eyes met his, indicating that she sincerely hoped he lived up to expectations. That lust and desire leaked into the normally cold, rational elf's gaze in those few seconds. Perhaps she really could have it all, could have someone who was lustful, passionate, who wanted her while still letting her complete her intellectual work. Goddess, and he had a tail that felt fucking amazing as it dragged along her body. Why wouldn't someone like this? The ridges teasing the sensitive parts as they moved, the dexterity hitting new areas.

Aisling's body tightened as she felt his tail pushing against her rear. She had to pause in her movements, close her eyes, breathe deep around the cock in her mouth. Relax, she told herself. It was just like when you tried using a few toys to see what it would be like. He clearly wanted to take any hole he could, and she would have to let him. Goddess, the dragon was fucking her ass with his tail. She trembled at the thought, the sheer taboo nature of it spiking her arousal further. When he reached between her legs, he'd find her already soaked, perhaps a caress or two from erupting herself.

Hair bunched, and she flushed as he moved aside hair. His comments led her to believe that he didn't quite know what elf ears could be or do. Calling them cute only made it worse, though she let out a slight barking laugh around him. Her head bobbed more, hair shifting about those cute pointed ears. Her throat kept moving, glurking noises leaking out as she bobbed. Her eyes kept track on him, noting what made him groan, what caused his tail to flutter against her sex, what it would take. Warnings came, and his tail started thrumming faster.

Aisling's thighs clamped closed for a moment. She shuddered, eyes rolling, closing, feeling the raw sensations rolling over her. She couldn't move for a few seconds as she tried to control her body's reactions. Her head bobbed for just a bit, mostly letting him use her mouth. Finally she couldn't hold: she screamed out as an orgasm rippled through her, opening her throat. The scream found itself choked on cum, and she gagged, the stuff spraying out around her. Aisling brought a hand up, worked her throat, swallowed, gulped down a load, feeling the hot stuff entering her body, swearing it sizzled as it hit her core. That second load she took, a third she managed, but Aisling knew better. She drew his quivering cock out of her body and lurched upward, throwing her sweater over it, pressing the cock against her pale body. Eyes locked on his.

"I want to save us from cleaning it up," she told him as she felt him pulsing, his cum painting her abdomen. She flushed again, moving to brush hair back down over her ears, hoping he didn't make the obvious observation that she kept shivering as she felt his seed running down her belly, sliding across her slick areas...
 
Once again Teiruun thought the elf was broken. After a strange bark of laughter at the mention of her ears, something he would remind himself of later to play with when bored and figure out why, something had changed. He watched her eyes roll and her body shudder, and the tail seemed to be squeezed. But she screamed along with his orgasm, cut short by a gag which would habe brought worry were he not in the throws of bliss. He watched with eyes that were now clouded over as the efforts of his extended ejaculation brough sparks of light in his field of view, saw her attempt to swallow it all, and get a few mouthfuls down before a sudden shift in weight and then she was closer.

His cock spasmed against her bare flesh, stopping only after her torso was completely painted with the pearly white seed. The lights flickered and faded with time, but before his breath had fully returned the dragon reached and stroked her face, his tail forgotten and still violating her ass, though it no longer moved but instead just plugged it. "You're shaking. Did you hate it that much? Or... do you still enjoy it." He played with her hair, before slipping a finger along the upper pointed edge of an ear.

"It was good thinking. Might have been awkward to make you sleep in a pile of my seed." Teiruun looked to a corner of the room, reminded of something. "There is a shower, it's only meant for one, but I don't think it will be much of a problem to fit us both." He wouldn't move until she did however, with his cock captive in her sweater. Speaking of. "I hope this wasn't your only one. It's going to be a cold flight back to the manor. Should still be snowing actually."
 
Goddess, his tail still stuck up her ass. Aisling could feel her muscles contorting around it, and the shame of it being there, of her enjoying it, made her remain flushed red. It didn't help that she still kept quivering, uncertain how to phrase precisely what had just happened. It hadn't simply been the best sexual experience of her life, it had been a fulfillment of fantasies in some ways, ways that she hadn't expected. How much better would it feel when he actually entered her?

Then came that question. Aisling flicked her gaze up at him, flushing and intercepting the finger that moved toward her ear. She seemed to realize the reflex and released her hand, though she did so slowly. "Elves have a psychological reaction to their ears," she replied, shifting. "It's part of what makes us elves, making up our racial identity," her eyes flicked, "and given that there are some prejudices, it's almost a... mental sexual organ," she flushed, again, looking away. She could still feel his seed drizzling down her body, and it made her shudder again. Aisling realized that the explanation of her gesture, of her ears, meant she'd dodged his question. Perhaps she could pretend she hadn't heard it, or thought it rhetorical.

"I'm to get used to awkward though, yes?" she asked, looking back. "I know a cleaning spell," she continued, rising to her feet. A bit of seed sloshed down her, and she again reacted, reaching down to catch it in her fingers. She brought her hands up to her mouth, licking before she realized she'd done so. Aisling brought the fingers out slowly. "You want to shower with me," she said, as if just realizing it. She shifted, getting his tail free of her, mostly for ease of movement. Aisling nodded, already reaching down to carefully extract her sweater, conscious of the smear of semen upon her white belly. She'd be undressing in an almost methodical fashion again, not aware of the strange mixture between cold academic and passionate female who had literally just licked seed from her fingers.
 
What was going to be a gentle touch was grasped, Teiruun stsring quizzically as he was not allowed to touch her ears. What she was saying made some sonse, and he nodded in understanding too it. It was a shame as well, though now he had something he would just have to play with. "I will be careful of that." He answered, though careful did not mean he would not try again. And it would not be long, as she shifted and pulled off the point of his tail. "Of course, but I'm not do demanding as to make you do so on the first night. And the cleaning spell may help with your clothes, do what you wish to the bed." He waved off, going to start the shower without waiting for a reply.

But then he paused, his gaze catching sight of something wonderous. Aisling had caught some of his dripping seed and then had licked it off her fingers. There was a pause as he watches before her words broke, the silence. Teiruun escapes from those confines of amusement now, nodding to her answer and watching the elf undress. There was no sensuality in her movements this time, having already reverted back to her stoic cold demeanor. How fast she had done that would cause the dragon's head to cock slightly to one side as he watched. Well he had another few ways to play with her, reaching for the sweater that she just discarded. Inside it Teiruun ran a few fingers, scooping a heavy lump of his cum out of the fabric. "Suck it off my fingers." He said, turning back to start the shower with a spray of water that steamed quickly behind frosted glass door.

He wanted to drag her in with him by the chin, into the space made for one that would now have to deal with the inevitable entangled mass of two.
 
Oh, she was cleaning the bed. Aisling didn't mind the smell (she was already thinking on that, thoughts that she knew she should not have, but telling Aisling not to think was like telling the sun not to rise), but she wasn't going to lay down in the great soaked spot. That would be uncomfortable at the least, and possibly harmful at the most. Definitely not an option. Though she didn't quite want to try spellwork until her mind had cleared slightly.

Clothing off, hair released, back to covering her ears again (as it should be), and Aisling noticed the dragon moving again. "I need that," she said as he reached for her sweater. It was only after the words left her mouth that she realized precisely what he was doing. The double-meaning there, and his command, had her flushing. "I didn't mean that I require licking your seed. I meant I need my sweater. Not now, but in the long term," she explained, watching him.

His order, how he backed into the stream, that knowing look in his eyes. Goddess, she'd had fantasies that weren't this good (Aisling lacked in imagination to a certain degree). She flicked her eyes up at him, the question still there. Why do this? he had her; she'd already agreed, was already here. So why do this at all? Was he trying to seduce her? Why?

Didn't change the fact. He'd issued a command. She'd sworn to obey any of those that wouldn't directly harm her. So she leaned forward, taking his hand in hers. She moved it up, drawing her lips about his fingers, pressing down. Aisling sucked, feeling his seed entering her mouth. At least she didn't moan: she merely took the stuff inside, working to suck at his fingers with that almost methodical manner yet again.
 
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