Claws (Shifter Rescue 2) (5 page)

“Keeper, you make no sense.”

“We’ll experiment,” Drill promised.

His own dragon, so many lessons to learn. So many things to understand.

Drill went over to the cupboard. “Well, let’s see what exactly is in here.”

Az wrapped around him, making soft, curious little noises. Drill stroked Az’s muzzle and opened the door.

The cupboard only had a few things in it: several dildos, a couple plugs, a little flogger and a paddle.

Az looked at the plugs. “Horns?”

“No, they also go inside you, but they stay.”

“No…” Az shook his head, looking disbelieving.

Drill chuckled. “Yes.”

“No, you tease, Keeper.”

“I do not. It keeps you open. And sometimes it will keep my seed inside you.”

Az looked at him like he was crazed.

“I think you’re just going to have to trust me on these things until you’ve learned all about them.”

Those were obviously the right words to say, because Az relaxed straight away. “Yes, Keeper.”

“These two are for warming your skin -- paddling.” He handed the flogger and the paddle to Az.

“Warming. My skin is cold.”

“I know. It’ll be interesting to see if it works on you, won’t it?” Would it work? Would Az like it?

Az nodded for him, kissed his cheek. “Yes, Keeper.”

“Do you like the sound of those things? Do you want to have a part of me kept inside you?”

“I think a part of you is always inside me, Keeper.”

Oh. Oh, his dear one. He kissed the top of Az’s head. The skin was smooth, silky, cool to his lips. Like a lizard, he supposed. Were lizards smooth and cool? He assumed so, but he had to admit, he hadn’t touched a whole bunch.

Az lifted his chin, kissed him, lips lingering. He loved the flavor of his dragon, the taste as they kissed. More than that, he loved how Az wanted him, offered the kiss. Stepping right up, he pressed close. Az’s soft chuckles filled the air.

“You make me feel better than anyone I’ve ever known, Az.”

“Good. You will have to help me so I can be your best dragon.”

“You already are my best dragon.” Drill couldn’t imagine a better one, not ever.

“Your best dragon.”

“That’s right. My very best dragon.”

Az beamed, kissed him hard. “Yay!”

Laughing softly, he hugged Az to him. His dragon was definitely a treasure. Az leaned in, rested hard against him, so patient.

“There’s other uses for a plug, too. It can be used to put inside you while we’re not making love. To keep you full. We could try that now.” He’d love to watch Az move with a plug in his ass.

“Does it hurt?” Az asked.

“Not at all. Most plugs would be smaller than my cock and that didn’t hurt, did it?” He knew it hadn’t -- Az had loved it.

“No. That was joining.”

“Yes. And next time we do it, I’ll put a plug inside you so that my seed stays inside for as long as I want it to.” Just the thought had his cock twitching.

Az shivered, the sweet cock beginning to fill. Someone else was also excited by that thought. They were two of a kind in that, if not species.

“You see this bench? This is where I’ll sometimes bend you over for our joining.”

Az reached out, fingers tracing the leather, trailing over the cushions.

“I love the smell of leather myself,” Drill offered.

“It would be a good place to join.”

“Exactly. A good place for a fierce joining, in fact.”

“A fierce joining.” Az moaned the words, still stroking the bench.

“Oh, yes, my dragon. Fierce. Intense. I will make you moan long and loud for me.”

Az’s hips began to move, rocking back and forth in a motion old as time. Drill felt his cock responding eagerly.

He kept talking. “And when I put the plug in, you’ll have my seed and you’ll have a reminder, every time you move, of what we did together, of how we joined.”

Az nodded and pushed close, rubbing the long cock against his thigh.

“My needy, eager dragon. What would you do if I said you had to stop? That for right now you couldn’t touch me or yourself?” he asked.

“Why? Do I not please, Keeper?”

“You do please, Az. You know that. But this is playing -- this is making things exciting by trying different things and seeing what makes everything more intense, less so, and what we like best.” He figured not touching was not going to be a favorite. For either of them.

“Playing.” Az begged a kiss, cock begging to leak.

Drill gave it. “Yes. Enjoying ourselves just as much as we can. Let’s pick a plug. I think I saw there were three. And then I’ll do you over the bench and fill you.”

“Mmmhmm.” Az wasn’t paying attention. Az was rubbing off on him.

“Az!” He stepped away, trying to be stern.

“Keeper…” Az stepped closer.

“Look at the three plugs we have here. We’ll put the one you like best in after we join and I leave my seed inside you.” He would insist on this and not let himself be distracted by Az’s rubbing.

One of the plugs was small, almost too small to do the job, while the other two were larger: one fat and one long. Az’s only answer to Drill’s demand was a low moan, so it looked like he’d have to get them started.

“Not this one.” Drill put the little one aside and showed Az the other two. “This one is almost as long as I am, but skinny. This one is as thick as I am, but quite a bit shorter.”

“Thick to stretch me…”

“Oh-ho, so you do have a preference.” He beamed at Az, glad his dragon had chosen to share his thoughts.

“Is that bad?” Those beautiful blue eyes stared at him, into him.

“No, just the opposite, in fact. It’s wonderful.” Drill was pleased.

“I like wonderful things.”

“I know. Wonderful things. Shiny things. Warm things. Keeper things.” He winked with his last words.

Az nodded and laughed, then wrapped his legs around Drill’s waist.

“No rubbing,” he warned Az as he wrapped an arm around his dragon.

“Need to rub, Keeper,” Az insisted. “My cock wants your skin.”

“Your cock can wait.” Drill poked it where it was squished between their bellies.

“No. No waiting.”

“Yes, waiting,” he told Az. “I’m in charge and I say your cock waits.”

Az frowned at him, then chittered softly. “Mean keeper.”

“That’s me, mean keeper, and what I say goes.” This was a new lesson, a fascinating one. “Now go lie over the bench.”

Az blinked at him, but draped himself over the bench, the motion fetching, drawing Drill close. Humming, he slid his hands over Az’s ass. Az wiggled, cock rubbing on the bench. Wicked boy.

He smacked Az’s right butt cheek. “Stop that.”

Az moaned, rubbed harder.

“Az!” Drill smacked the other cheek.

“Keeper…” That was definitely not a complaint about the swats. His perverse love.

“No rubbing off, Az. Or I’ll spank you again.”

Az’s ass wiggled back and forth. It made Drill grin. He should have known Az would be naughty on purpose. He gave his dragon another smack.

“Mean keeper…” It wasn’t hurting though, no way. Az was making low sounds of pleasure, trilling softly for him. And continuing to move his hips, not even really actually rubbing his cock against the bench anymore, just making a show of it.

“The meanest.” Drill gave Az more swats, three in a row. He was eager to see how his spanking would affect the luminescent blue color of Az’s ass. The sweet skin warmed beneath his touch, darkened, going a near purple. “Oh, Az. You’re beautiful.” So beautiful.

“Keeper. Keeper, more, please.”

“You see? Such wonderful things we can find together.” He gave Az more spanks, admiring his handprints on the lovely skin.

Az nodded and groaned, spine arching. Drill kept hitting until his hand began to burn, then he slid his fingers over Az’s ass, rubbing it to make it ache. He wanted in soon, wanted to bury himself in Az’s sweet ass. He had lube on the bench, and the plug he’d grabbed, so he was ready. Az arched, hips pushed back toward him. He’d created a monster by teaching anal pleasure to Az. Go him.

Slicking up his cock, he lined up and pushed into Az’s body. Az groaned, the tiny ring of muscles swollen from earlier, and heated.

“Oh, my dragon. So tight. So hot. You’re perfect around my cock.” And Az’s ass was hot against his hips now instead of cool. He propped one knee on the bench, getting a deep angle, hips rocking in slow circles.

Az made the best sounds, and his hands grabbed at the edges of the bench. Drill punched in a couple of times before going back to the rocking. His dragon met his thrusts, wiggled and rocked for him. Drill knew how lucky he was to have fallen for someone so sexual, so eager to please and learn and feel everything. Pure magic made just for him.

Drill raked his fingernails down along Az’s back. Az arched, offering him a wild, needy sound. His dragon was going to love a cat o’ nine tails, all those little barbs to bite and push Az. Groaning, Drill started thrusting in earnest, banging into Az’s tight body, and Az met him, again and again. It fascinated him, the growing need between them, the way Az soaked up knowledge.

He scored his fingernails along Az’s back again, right over the bony spine.

“Keeper! Burns!”

And from the way Az’s ass squeezed him unbelievably tight, it was a good burn and Az was not complaining. He snuck a hand under Az’s chest, hunting for a tiny, taut nipple. When he found it, he pinched it hard. Az’s ass tightened until Drill could barely breathe.

If he put his ring in Az’s nipple, would it stay there when his lover became the dragon? Suddenly he wanted to find out, and he moved to the other nipple and tugged firmly. Az trilled softly, the sound echoing with desire. He was going to do it -- he was going to pierce Az’s nipples. Grunting, he twisted the flesh between his fingers, pushing with his hips.

“Keeper!”

Oh, yes. There. Right there. Drill pounded into Az, hitting that spot with every thrust. He felt every second of pleasure, like a feedback loop, going on and on inside him. His fingers pinched and twisted Az’s nipples as Az went wild, the pleasure huge.

They spent together, the desire almost painful. Almost. He collapsed onto Az’s back, panting hard as shudders continued to rock him. His dragon took his weight, amazing soft noises escaping.

“Az.” He didn’t have anything else to say -- he didn’t think he could say anything else.

“Rrmph.”

Chuckling, he patted Az wherever he could reach. He needed to insert the plug, stretch his dragon. Taking a long breath, he found his brain again and got himself upright. Az’s body tried to follow him, but it couldn’t quite make it.

Sliding his hand in the small of Az’s back, Drill teased the little bundle of nerves right above Az’s crack. “Easy, my dragon, I need to place the plug while my seed is still inside you.”

Az offered up a tiny whimpering sound, desperate and needy.

“Yes, I know. It’s going to be amazing.” He grabbed the plug and lubed it up pretty good, then brought it to Az’s hole.

Drill kept playing that sensitive bunch of nerves at the small of Az’s back. He used it as a distraction as he pressed the plug next to his cock and slowly withdrew.

“Don’t go…” Az begged.

“I’m putting the plug in instead.” As the tip of his own cock slid out, he pushed the head of the plug right in.

“Oh!” Az’s bare head lifted, ass squeezing.

“Easy, love. I need to get it all in and seated properly.” He rubbed Az’s burning ass, pushing in and massaging. “I have to wonder if you’d still feel the burn from the spanking as a dragon.” He pushed the plug all the way in, seating it without teasing. He’d save that for another time.

“I don’t think so, Keeper. Can you hold me?”

“Of course I can hold you.” He in fact picked Az up in his arms, carrying him back into the bedroom so they could be comfortable. Az rested against him, heavy and quiet, obviously tired. He got them onto the bed and curled around Az, touching, petting, keeping them connected.

“Keeper. My good keeper.”

No more Mean keeper. Drill liked it.

“Right here with my very best dragon.”

Az trilled softly, relaxed and quiet, easy against him.

He felt good - no, he felt great. They were going to make a wonderful life together, he just knew it.

Az loved his new space. He liked the water and the window and the bed and his keeper. He liked lessons and music and the television box. He did not like clothes.

“No.” He became his dragon and used his claws to tear at them.

“You won’t be able to leave our rooms if you won’t wear them,” Drill insisted.

“No clothes!”

“You don’t have to shout at me, Az.”

Az growled and fluttered, then stormed into water, moving fast and hard. When he was beginning to calm, he could see his keeper sitting on the edge of the pool, feet in the water. He moved closer, frustrated and growly, but getting better.

On one pass, his keeper stroked his spine as he made the turn. The next pass, Az moved closer, begging another touch. His keeper gave it to him, hand again on his back and sliding as he moved away. Again and again they repeated the action and finally he stopped, moving to wrap around his keeper’s legs.

Drill stroked his scales and rubbed his muzzle. Oh. Oh, better. Az purred and nuzzled, humming softly.

“Silly dragon. Tell me why you don’t like the clothes.”

“They’re itchy.” For a start. Tight. Confining. Awful.

“Well, we can try to find material that doesn’t make you itch,” Drill suggested.

“I’m a dragon. We’re not supposed to be in clothes.”

“But if anyone comes to visit us or you go out, you can’t be your dragon. You’ll need to be human.”

Az shook his head. “I don’t look like you, Keeper. I am different.”

“I could probably explain a blue human better than a dragon, though.” His keeper sighed. “I don’t want to have to keep you isolated. I’m just worried that someone might try to steal you if they found out about you.”

Az didn’t worry about being isolated. Dragons spent eons alone, lifetimes with no one but their keepers.

“Maybe we can look into some sort of head-to-toe covering thing.” Drill looked at him.