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It was one of those days. Rain pouring outside the dragon’s lair you currently reside in. Too heavy to be able to go out into. You sit at the edge, watching the fat droplets splash against the stony entrance. Besides the sound of the rain, everything else is relatively quiet, especially inside. Most likely Sylus is down in his treasure room, like usual.
Sighing, you stand and retreat back into the cave, heading down the stone slabs that double as stairs. Like clockwork, he lounges on his side across his stone dais (Now covered in soft furs since you’ve arrived) his head laying on top of his arms. You chuckle, mentally comparing his posture to that of a cat.
Sylus doesn’t acknowledge you at first as you approach his dais, but his tail wraps around your midsection, pulling you carefully to him. You climb up on the slab, sitting on the spot where his body surrounds. He huffs quietly, bringing one of his arms from underneath his head and pulling you down to lay side by side with him.
“Where were you?” He asks, his arm pulls you against his chest. You relax against him, his warmth seeping into your body.
“I was watching the rain.”
“Are you that bored, sorceress?” You shake your head.
“No. It’s just nice to take a moment and observe things as simple as this. We’re constantly enacting revenge. Doing this sort of thing keeps my sanity intact.”
Sylus chuckles quietly. “I don’t think you have any of that left.”
You scoff, but don’t deny it. “I guess that’s true. After all, what sane person would lay with a dangerous dragon like this?” Almost affirming your words, you snuggle up closer to his chest.
You both sit quietly for a moment, listening to the echoing sounds of the rain throughout the cave.
“What do dragons do on their days off anyways? If not listen to the rain?” You ask, tracing the gem embedded in his chest.
“Depends. Some days I just rest, like this. Other days, I keep busy. Sorting the treasures I’ve collected, breaking ‘fiend slaying’ weapons. It really depends.”
You turn in his embrace, your back to his chest, and examine his hoard.
“There’s a method to your madness? I don’t really see a pattern.”
“It’s based on what I find most valuable.” His tail points to the coins scattered throughout the space. “For example, these are least valuable, obviously.” He points to a pile of clear cut gems. “Medium value.” He motions to a stack of miscellaneous things, including music sheets and stories in a language you don’t understand. “High value.” You nod.
“It seems you value something other than…physical worth…for your hoard. I guess you could consider anything you find worthy as your treasure.” His arm curls around your front a little tighter.
“Of course I could. In fact, I already do.” His claw traces your collarbone, and down your side, making you squirm slightly.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you think, my pretty little sorceress?” You feel the curved end of his tail wrap around your calves.
“…What am I worth? Please tell me I’m at least higher in value than the coins.” Sylus chuckles, tapping his claws against your side.
“Oh darling….you’re my most valuable treasure.”
“Really? I’m that valuable?” You feel his smirk on the back of your neck as he bends down to nose along the side of your shoulder, where the mark he gave you a while ago still sits.
“If you weren’t, I would have devoured your soul months ago.” He places a brief kiss on the mark.
“That being said….”
His tail uncurls from your legs, slithering between them and parting them instead. “I still very much would love to devour you…in other ways.”
Almost subconsciously, your legs widen to let the bony end of his tail tease your inner thighs.
“What do you think, my sorceress? It’s the perfect….activity….for a rainy day.”
“O-okay.”
At your verbalized consent, his tail moves straight up under your dress, hooking under your panties and pulling them aside. He pushes the flat side against your cunt, sliding through your folds meticulously.
“Oh fuck Sylus,” you hiss, meeting the motions of his tail with movements of your own. You grind against it, panting slightly as the tip brushes against your clit.
You hear your dragon inhale sharply as you move slickly against him. His forked tongue flicks out to taste the air behind you. “Oh, my treasure, I can practically taste your arousal.” You shudder against him, whining slightly when he retracts his prehensile appendage, now coated with your essence. He brings it to his mouth, lapping up what he can. You turn in his arms, mouth dropping as you watch him lick up every drop.
His slitted pupils dilate, dropping down to you.
“I need more, sweet thing.” You nod, holding your hand up to stop him for a moment. You slip off the dress you’d been adorned in when you first met him, letting it fall to the floor. You keep your bra and panties on for now, though you know they won’t be staying on for long.
When you finish, Sylus positions you to lay on your back, and he hovers himself over you for a moment. His head dips down to meet yours, pressing a brief kiss to your lips. You return it fleetingly. He pulls away, letting his forked tongue flick over your lips, smirking at your expression.
He travels down your body, pressing a line of kisses as he goes. He pays special attention to the swell of your breasts, sucking a mark into both for good measure. The rest of the way he down, he drags his tongue against your skin, huffing at the little gasp you release.
When he gets to the waistband of your panties, he takes the tip of his sharp claw and slices through them, pulling them off and throwing them to the side. Your pussy is fully bared to him, slightly glistening in response to his teasing. You can feel his warm breath as he observes for a moment, before pushing his nose up against you and inhaling deeply.
“Sylus!” You slightly sit up on one of your elbows, using your other arm to try and push him away from your cunt. A growl erupts from his chest as he reaches up and pushes on your chest, making you lay back down.
“Don’t deny me, treasure.” He flattens his long tongue, and it slips through your folds. He drags it up to your clit, ending the lick by flicking it with the tip. You throw your head back and sigh, gently bumping the dais at the feeling that shoots from your abdomen straight to your core. You have to give it to Sylus. Despite his soul being made of pure greed, he sure knows how to give you all the pleasure he normally chases.
Sylus is thorough in his work, circling your clit over and over. When it’s clear you’re getting a little too comfortable, he slips his tongue past the tight ring of your entrance. You moan freely, feeling it move inside of you. His hooked nose brushes up against your bundle of nerves as his tongue pushes against your g-spot. Another good thing about your dragon; his tongue is also prehensile.
All too soon you can feel the pressure building up in your abdomen, snowballing quickly. Sylus can clearly tell too, because he quickens his pace, bringing the flat side of one of his claws up and rubs it against your clit. Your body tenses as the rubber band of pressure tightens, and snaps. Your cunt flutters around his tongue, and your clit pulses under his claw. You quietly gasp as you ride the waves of your orgasm around his tongue.
Sylus pulls away as your orgasm slows, leaving a kiss on your clit. He looks up at you, licking his lips like the hungry predator he is.
“Why are you so good at that?” You huff, propping yourself up. He grins, pushing himself up to be level overtop of you.
“I aim to please, sweetie.” He kisses you deeply for a moment, eyes softening as he pulls away. You lay there for a bit as he cleans you up methodically, changing you into soft clothes after. When everything’s been cleaned up, he lays you down on his chest, wrapping his warm leathery wings around you.
Simultaneously, you listen to the rain echoing against the stalactites and Sylus’s heartbeat, thumping steadily. You close your eyes, muttering quietly, “I love you Sylus.”
His heart stutters for a moment, and he murmurs back,
“I love you too my little dragon li.”