Paw inspection

Every time her tongue swept over akheras’ paws, his toes scrunched. That happened on the next two occasions as well, his toes never late in trying to clutch that forked ribbon of surprisingly pleasant wetness.  

“Can you…stop now?” the flustered drake muttered, still unable to hold her golden, austere gaze. “I’m not sure what the point of this even is…” 

Zheradra waited for her tongue to slide over his shuddering central pad, then travel upward and visit two of his toes, both folding inward, unaccustomed to such rude yet pleasant practices. Unlike most dragons, akheras’ paws were surprisingly clean, not much of a rind on them but for their natural odor. Then again, he did sleep in a comfortable bed, the hay mattress wrapped in a fine linen sheet which her own paws found fantastic to wipe on, much to his chagrin.  

“How well can you know a dragon unless you visit every part of them?” Zheradra said, tucking her hind paws against one another so she could knead at her own pads in brimming excitement with how effective her licks proved to be in a spot many dragons paid no heed to. “We made agreement. You go first, I go second. It is hardly my fault all you needed was a single, timid nuzzle against my neck. Unlike you, I prefer to be more…thorough.”  

To help temper some of the panic usually present in those cultured, reclusive drakes, zheradra had to lie down herself while facing akheras’ sprawled, reluctant form. His peeking tip was slowly turning him into a red dragon, his ears flushed with anxiety, cheeks blazing with utter terror that a female stared right at his exposed malehood.  

“Don’t hold back on my account,” zheradra shifted to his other hind paw, her elongated neck facilitating her access to his plump, vulnerable pads that appreciated her licks so much they shuddered in excitement, a reaction familiar to every female's nether regions. “What is it with you virgin males, thinking that your member is so unique it instantly moistens a female between the haunches?”  

“So vulgar…” akheras’ betrayed his budding lust better than his furtive glances at her haunches did, hoping to see a little of her smooth, pink flesh. “Why have I even entertained such folly?”  

“Why indeed…” Zheradra placed one final lick across his paw, grinning at the way it jerked back during that obvious gasp of his. “I’m done. I know you well enough to agree to your proposition. I shall be your guard on one condition. We shall share your bed, for I can’t protect my charges unless I am next to them at all times.” 

“Deal,” akheras said, faster than expected from a bumbling drake who couldn’t even gather his paws underneath him in a swift, dignified manner. “Your gender makes no difference.”  

If it didn’t, why repeat it, if not to further convince himself of that obvious lie? Scholars and their idealism…

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Zheradra(c) is my character

Akheras(c) belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/tastywyrm/

Art done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/deltablackk/