This thing called massage

Crytrauv embraced her paw with both hands, ignoring the motion of her claws for the time being. His thumbs slid underneath her paw to press against the broad, central pad while his four fingers caressed the upper, violet colored fur of her paw. He followed the contour of her bones, stroking them ever so gentle, marveling at their structure. For some reason, he had always expected dragon paws to follow a different skeletal structure, but Rynthara’s matched those of a big cat, with only the size to mark the distinguishing factor. A single one of her hind paws easily covered his chest, the claws protruding from the white slits marking their hideout as long as his fingers, only infinitely sharper and deadlier. Their threat was only diluted by the fascinating softness of her pads, subtle as silk compared to his rougher, canine ones. 

She attempted to remove her paw again, and again, yet every time, Crytrauv remained steadfast, switching between various motions, pressure depths, and stroking frequencies. He knew of the battle that raged within her. Of how her curiosity to sample this massage battled her discomfort with how quickly her pads moistened under his touch. 

He chose not to broach this topic. Felines sweated through their pads, both to help regulate their temperature and as a reflection of their state of mind, so why not dragons? In Rynthara’s case, he wasn’t even certain if it was sweat. It had a slightly oily texture, with a very subtle silvery sheen to it, along with a small dose of pheromones that trickled their way into his nostrils. 

Excitement. An insatiable yearn for more of his delightful touch. Lust. 

Crytrauv hesitated when Rynthara forcefully pulled her paw back, his mind too busy unraveling the secrets of her mild, pleasant fragrance. 

“That is quite enough,” she said, hurrying her hind paws under her belly, then dragging a wing over them for good measure. “You are, indeed, skilled with your hands, and I shall spend an additional day at your side, but my curiosity has been satisfied, so it’s time that we are on our way.”

Her obvious lie hurt Crytrauv more than it perplexed him. He wanted to soothe her worries, to reassure her that he found her reaction to his touch intriguing and, why not, delightful, but instead, he remained silent as he pushed himself up, unwilling to press his luck further after this most surprising victory.

“No,” she said, her tail blocking his advance. “First, I must scout the surrounding area and ensure that none of my less amiable animal companions patrol it. Once I make sure it’s safe, I shall come back for you.”

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Rynthara(c) is my character

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Cover art done by https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/godzi15/