Floofencorn
Part 1

Capìtan Floofencorn was having a bad day, and then the dragons arrived. 

Floofencorn had been out collecting black walnuts on a beautiful, if damp, autumn day. The rain the night before made the hill behind his home smell of fallen leaves, and the early morning sunshine had that special quality that was only found at this time of year. The angled light, and shadows made by the trees, turned the hill into a natural cathedral. Sunshine warmed his wool, which appeared as clouds of  red, yellow, and blue growing off his body. He glowed: his wool glowed, his single spiral horn glowed. His whole heart glowed.

As he climbed the hill, a wicker basket in the crook of his elbow, he hummed happily to himself. His work gloves rested in the back pocket of his stained and sturdy coveralls. It was a perfect morning, and in a few weeks time he was going to be snacking on delicious nuts and have more than enough materials to make dye. Come spring he would collect wool from the other sheep that lived nearby and sell it as yarn. Though, as far as he knew, he was the only sheep with  wool that grew in bright primary colors, which must have been the result of having a unicorn as a parent… that and the single spiral horn growing from his head. 

At the top of the hill stood the oldest tree in the grove. From its towering branches the rest of the hill had been seeded and become a treasure trove for the Floof. Breath clouding in the early morning light, he mounted the crest of the hill. After a brief rest and stretch, Floofencorn his pulled gloves onto his hands and put his helmet on, slotting his horn through the hole he had drilled for it. He made sure the extending rod, with weighted ball tip, he used for knocking walnuts out of trees was in his chest pocket and then started to climb.

Hooves evolved for rocky terrain worked just as well for climbing trees. He climbed as high as he dared and then bounced on a limb, testing if it would hold his weight. With one hand holding the trunk for balance, Floof smacked the tree limbs around him with the weighted rod. A satisfying “thwok” sound echoed around the hill, was followed by deep thuds as the ripe walnuts rained to the ground. It took most of the morning to harvest a third of the hill - shaking trees, whacking limbs, filling his basket, and depositing the nuts in his workshop - now Floofencorn was ready for a snack.

Working his way down the hill, Floof felt damp leaves slide beneath his hooves. He hop-stepped to keep his balance but a hoof caught on a fallen branch. Capìtan Floofencorn tumbled. The basket of nuts flew from his hand and spilled down the hill. He rolled and slipped across still damp leaves and several black walnuts squashed beneath his back. 

When he finally came to a rest at the bottom of the hill, Floof was intimately aware of the many bruises across his back. Even though the leafy canopy overhead was a blurry mess, he could have sworn he saw a winged shadow pass overhead. Capìtan Floofnorn decided he did not want to deal with reality at the moment and passed the fuck out.

Coming to, the first thing he noticed was the smell of smoke. The second thing was he hurt all over, but, thankfully, nothing seemed broken. Third, someone was singing softly. He groaned and opened his eyes. A red dragon with thin black stripes, smoke curling from its nose, was standing by his outdoor stove and staring down at him. He was flat on his back, on the deck behind his house with a chair cushion under his head.

"You're awake now, eh?" she asked him. "We saw that spill you took there, it was a helluva thing. I'm heating up some water so you can get cleaned up. My buddy went to get more of these pods you spilled all over the hill.” She held one of the black walnuts in her ruby red hand. The sleeves of her worn but serviceable shirt were rolled up past her elbows. Leather pants, dyed a forest green, stopped half way down her muscular calves. Her tail swished back and forth, never quite knocking into the stove, table or stool on his porch.

"My name's Tanerax. You just rest there, eh. My friend and I’ll take care of you” She reached out to touch him with a scaled hand, then paused, her green eyes staring into his. "May I? We did a quick check when we found you, but I want to make sure nothing is broken. It's hard to see with your coat coming in." 

An instinct at the back of his brain was yelling at him to run. Despite being woozy, Floofencorn was able to suppress this knee-jerk fear. He was injured, and she had clearly been strong enough to carry him back to his home. She wanted to help, he told himself. 

"Go ahead, I think the most harm was done to my pride. I'm Floofencorn,” he said. 

Tanerax sat on her haunches. To Floof it seems like she was trying to smile in a reassuring way, but her pointed teeth made him shiver. She examined the side of his head with her hand. "Let me know if anything hurts when I touch you, eh? I'll do my best to be gentle."

She pressed her hands against the base of his neck, the back of his head, his cheek, and across the top of his skull. The dragon's hands paused briefly by his horn.

"Is everything okay?" He asked when she started to stare.

"Oh, sorry, I've never seen a sheep with just one horn," she said. Then in a much more business-like manner checked his arms, chest and legs for injury.

Despite wincing when she touched his fetlock, he was surprised by how soft and warm her hands were, a gentle heat radiated from them. Dragon, he reminded himself, not lizard.

"I'm not a doctor, just have some first aid, yuh know? I don't think you broke anything, but that spot on your leg is definitely tender, maybe a sprain?” Tanerax pointed to Floof's stove. "I started to heat some water in the big pots there if you want to clean up.”

"What?" Floof was still feeling shaken. "Oh, those are for dye, I've got a place to clean up, inside.”

A bang further down the porch mode both of them jump. A purple and blue dragon set down a basket overflowing with black walnuts. 

"What are these things Sheepy-corn? They’re spilled all over the hill!” Floof sat up to get a better view of the purple and green dragon now standing on his back porch. She was taller than her red and black companion, and less muscular, but seemed to vibrate with energy. A worn black leather vest hugged her torso, and matching shorts hung loose just above her knees.

"You didn't have to do that, but I really appreciate it,” he said.

"You seemed broken and I was bored,” she said with a shrug. “Do you normally harvest the whole hill? I'll trade you that for dinner tonight while Tanner makes sure you don't die.”

Floof started to laugh and winced when it made him aware of just how many bruises he had. "I'm not going to die, but room and board seem a more than fair trade for my rescue and your help harvesting the walnut crop. Take my gloves so they don't stain your lovely scales." He took his work gloves from a pocket in his pants and handed them over.

"I'm Capitan Floofencorn, not sheepy-corn," he said.

"I'm Pax," said the dragon as she took the gloves from him. Before she flew off Pax planted a kiss on Tanerax's cheek. “See you in a bit.”

Tanerax and Floofencorn stared at each other in awkward silence. 

"I built my house around a hot spring, would you help me there so I can clean up?" Floof made himself reach out a hand to the dragon.

Tanerax clasped Floof’s wrist and in one smooth motion hauled the sheep to his feet. She was a little shorter than Floof, and his arm rested easily across the dragon’s shoulders, just above her wing joints. Heat seemed to radiate off of her and he imagined being wrapped in her wings on a cold winter night. He shook his head to chase this image away.

"You okay there?” She asked, whisper-soft next to his ear.

"Yeah, thinking about the strange turns in the day. It started so well, and could have ended terribly. But then there you two were.”

"You are lucky we got lost, I guess.” She laughed as they traveled through his house. Floof navigated while Tan helped him through his workshop, kitchen, and living room to get to the hot spring. It was open to the autumn sky and let in the soft glow of early afternoon. Steaming water bubbled up from between two rocks and flowed into a pool made by boulders set into the ground. From the pool the water followed in a stream under a bridge connecting two parts of the house and out of view. Cypress, cedar, and willow trees in large planters and trimmed to the height of the roof hid the walls of the courtyard. A short boardwalk led from the house to a wooden bench next to the pool. 

Tanerax stopped to take the space in. "Oh, Capìtan, I don't know who got luckier today. This looks like heaven."

They stood there while Tanerax absorbed the beauty of the room. Floofencorn watched her lose herself taking the space. After a couple minutes his arm started to ache from using her shoulders for support.

"Can you set me down on the bench? I want to take some of these dirty clothes off before getting in.” He sighed as he sat, taking the weight off his healthy leg and lowering his arm. “Please, call me Floof, almost no one calls me anything else.” 

"Then call me Tan," she replied. “Only Pax calls me Tanner.” 

Floof took off his shirt, groaning as his bruised back protested. Tan helped when he got stuck because a bruise on his shoulder kept him from raising his arm any higher. She knelt down to help him with his pants, her warm, sure hands being careful not to bump his forelock.

"Hold on a sec, eh, and I'll help you into the pool." She quickly undid the buttons securing her shirt under each wing and pulled it over her head. The red and black scales of her chest and arms rippled. Likewise, undoing the button over her tail let Tan slip off her pants, leaving Tan in only her underwear. Stepping into the pool, Tanerax submerged her whole body. The cold of flying had never bothered her, she generated enough body heat for it never to be an issue. That being said, the hot water sent an invigorating pulse through her body.

Floofencorn watched Tanerax spin and roll under the water for several minutes. When she surfaced her breathing was barely strained, and each breath she took expanded her chest considerably. Beads of water made the dragon’s scales glisten like garnets and obsidian. Floof nearly forgot his aches watching Tanerax spread her wings and float in luxury on the pool’s surface. She even blew a satisfied smoke ring from her mouth. He was able to take her in for the first time without also being observed, or waking up from being knocked out. The details of Tan’s wing membranes mesmerized him. Still scaled, they also had tiny veins traveling between long supporting bones. They reminded him of a maple leaf. Powerfully muscled legs ran to feet that ended in talons.  He was reminded again of the difference between lizards and dragons. He wondered if she did that tongue thing.

Tanerax luxuriated in the hot water long enough to feel a prick of embarrassment at realizing she’d left Floof on the bench. He had a smile on his face when she came to the edge of the pool that made her think he did not mind waiting.

"This is where you bathe? All the time?" Tan asked, stepping out of the water. She helped him out of his coveralls. The dragon took his arms and supported his weight as he moved to sit on the pool's rim and gingerly slipped in. Floofencorn’s wool fluffed up, making him look like he’d been too close to a lightning strike.

Tan pressed some of the wool on his arm down, only for it to bounce back immediately after, and she let out a delighted laugh. Floof could only shrug, the gesture exaggerated by the sodden wool, making primary colored, cotton candy clouds around him.

Tanerax rested a hand on Floofencorn's shoulder, taking in the pool, the garden, and the cloudless afternoon sky. “This is a beautiful spot you’ve created.”

Trying to see it with fresh eyes, Floof looked at the space he'd spent so much time in since building his house years ago. A breeze blew into the courtyard, stirring the trees, mingling the mild sulfuric odor of the water with the smell of cedar and cypress. It truly was a special place. Floof had not taken many opportunities to share it.

"I'm glad you like it," He said, balancing on his draconic rescuer. "I don't think I said it, but thank you for stopping to care for me when you saw me fall."

With a serious expression on her face Tan looked into his eyes. "To be fair, we definitely laughed at you first. Sorry. It was a pretty ridiculous spill you took." She paused a moment before cracking a grin. 

With his free hand Capìtan Floofencorn splashed her in the face. Tanerax sputtered and pushed him away. The injured sheep tried to catch his balance, but his sprained fetlock wouldn't hold weight and he started to fall backwards. Red and black striped wings snapped out and caught him, spraying water and steam, before he could tumble too much. Tanerax grabbed his arms and held on until Floof had his balance.

Floof looked at her wings and the beautiful creature holding him up and struggled to find words. "Thank you again,” he finally managed. "One more time and I feel being rescued by you will become a trend. I'm not sure what I will do then.” For several heartbeats they stood screened off from the world by Tanerax's wings.

"Um, do you have soap? We should try to clean you up,” she eventually mumbled.

"Right, um..." Floof looked around the tent mode by Tan’s wings. "Is this how you normally help an injured sheep? It is very cozy."

"Pax calls it the super hug. Arms and wings." The dragon squeezed him a little tighter.

She ran a hand across his arm. "Why is your wool so soft?" She felt like she was running fingers through extra thick clouds.

"Something about being part sheep and part unicorn." Floof suppressed a shiver. Tanerax's claws pressed into his wool, never catching or pulling, instead softly kneading it. He was very aware that he'd been living alone for a long time. When was the last time he'd been touched? He didn't want to Tanerax to stop. To the surprise of both of them, she ran her hands up his shoulder and to the dry wool on the back of her head. She was careful not to poke him with her claws. Even so, he could feel their points against his skin. A flash of fear and excitement arced through his brain.

"I don't know why I can't stop touching you. Is this okay?" She asked. 

Sighing, Floof leaned his head into her hands. They cradled and massaged his neck. "I could stay like this all day." Looking up into her eyes, Floof wondered what it would be like to kiss a dragon. Still needing to keep weight off his injured leg, he rested a hand on Tan's hip for balance.

The dragon's hands worked their way up his neck to the back of his skull. Tan was filled with the need to press her face into the cloud-soft wool and experience how it felt on her cheek. Keeping her wings around the two of them, she leaned her head towards Floof’s to nuzzle her cheek against his. Floofencorn moved his head in her hands and their lips met in a kiss. It lasted only a moment. Tan pulled back and stared at him.

"I'm..." She started to say. 

"That was..." He also tried to say at the same time. 

Both stopped, waiting for the other to start talking again. For that brief moment, shrouded in Tan's wings, time stopped. 

Simultaneously, hysterical giggles overcame them. The laughing fit threatened to topple sheep and dragon into the pool, making each cling harder to the other for support. As they leaned together, scaled head ridges rested against spiral horn.

"I had an overwhelming need to feel your wool on my cheek," she said through her laughter.

"I really wanted to know what it was like to kiss you," he responded.

"Maybe we try again…?" she said. 

Floofencorn put his hand on Tanerax's cheek, and careful not to poke her wing with his horn, nuzzled her so the soft wool on his cheek caressed her head ridges. With a sigh Tan felt the remnants of tension melt from her. 

The instinctual voice at the back of Floofencorn’s brain started to get louder again, telling him he was in danger. He reminded himself that Tanerax had sought his consent at every step, he was in no danger. Still he could feel his heart rate increase.

"May I touch your horn?" she asked.

"Please."

Tan’s scaled fingers traced the base of Floof’s horn, where its spiral flowed into the wool at the top of his head. Wanting to relax into Tan's touch and feeling his healthy leg grow tired of supporting him, Floof blindly pulled Tan toward a platform carved into the side of the pool. They broke their embrace long enough to rearrange limbs and wings, careful not to bump his injured leg. Tanerax spun them around to sit on the ledge, lifting Floof onto her lap.

"I've never touched anything as soft as your wool." Before Floof could respond she wrapped a hand around his horn and pulled him to her for a kiss. All of Floof’s words vanished in a gasp at the intimate gesture. Forked dragon tongue undulated against broad sheep tongue in a deep kiss that had them clutching at each others' bodies.

Mirroring Tan, Floof ran a hand across her head ridges. This caress froze the dragon, her eyes half-lidded, mouth opened in a silent sigh. Each time Floof touched the red and black ridges the dragon seemed to melt, until he thought she was going to fall off her seat, wings still wrapped around him, taking them both under the water.

"I've still got myself braced with my tail," she said when he paused. "That feels really nice. Intimate. Not many people touch me there."

"Like my horn," Floof replied.

Tan traced a finger down his horn, her talon clicking on each bump of the spiral. Floof, mesmerized by this feeling, bleated in surprise when she grasped the base of it and pulled him to her in another kiss.

"This is very useful!" She whispered into his ear. Before he could respond, the dragon stood up. One hand holding him around the waist, the other still on his horn. She spun and set him on the rock ledge. Instead of cocooning them both in her wings again, she spread them wide and high, like a tent, over Floof’s body. Trapped against the edge of the pool sent a spike of fear through him. The prospect of continuing to kiss this beautiful dragon overrode that fear.

Earlier, when she'd grabbed the injured sheep's horn she felt him get hard. Tanerax wanted to see what his cock looked and tasted like. She kept a controlling hand on his horn and reached the other between his legs. Pausing with the hand on his thigh, she looked into his eyes, raising an eye ridge and cocking her head down. She waited. It took Floof a moment to realize what she was asking. He nodded.

Tanerax had never had sex with a mammal before. His cock felt more blunt than the dragons she had fucked, still smooth, but no scales. Trapped in her grasp, Flufe could only gasp and writhe. A short moan escaped his lips when she started to stroke him. She slowed the jerking when her new lover raised his hips in a counter rhythm. He bleated in protest to this.

"Do you not like my touch? I can stop," she said in response.

"Anything but that! Don't stop, please." Floof begged.

"Do you want more?" Tan had moved to kiss him, keeping him pinned with a hand on his horn and another his cock. "Beg,” she whispered into his ear.

"Please, don't stop." Floof begged. "Keep going. I haven't been touched in so long. Please."

Tanerax had to let go of Floof's horn so she could use her hands to remove his underwear. Instead, she used her tail to keep him pinned. He wasn't trying to escape but a part of her thrilled at having control over her host. Floof couldn't believe the day he was having. A normal fall harvest had turned into a disaster, but was now turning into one of the best days he'd had in a long time. Pinned by the dragon's tail and blanketed by her wings he felt excited rather than trapped.

Tan knew she could have asked Floof to raise his legs and make removing his last piece of clothing easier, but she enjoyed having him helpless and begging. She bobbed under the refreshingly hot water. With one hand she lifted his lower back. The other tried to pull down his underwear but the opposite side stuck to his hips. Taking it between her teeth, she was able to pull the difficult piece of clothing off his hips and down his body.

She resurfaced enough to toss Floof’s underwear to the side of the pool and get a full breath. Diving back into the water, Tanerax engulfed his phallus in her mouth. She had to adjust to it being more cylindrical, instead of a dragon’s that ended in a bulb. It  was fun to experiment with this new cock! She bobbed up and down feeling it move inside her mouth and against her tongue. Because of the water the taste was dulled, but she enjoyed how her tongue felt wrapped around the sheep’s cock. She kept her long tongue a beat behind each bob, like a spring pressed or stretched and then released.

Floof didn't know what Tanerax was doing to him, at first. The warmth of a mouth around his cock had always been the initial sensation of a blow job. The hot spring's heat masked that sensation. Instead, Floof felt Tan's lips begin to move on his shaft, and then something else wrapped around it. 

Was that her tongue?

Feeling Tan's tongue gripping and sliding up and down on his cock added new sensations to the blowjob. This was a new experience for Floof. Needing something to do with his hands, he gripped the tail restraining him. 

Sputtering, Tan resurfaced, and glared at him from between his legs. "Careful with my tail ridges!” The sharp look in her eyes sent a new frisson of fear down his spine. The instinctual voice at the back of his brain started gibbering about running away, again. “That squeezing hurts, but soft touches moving down the tail will feel really nice."

Floof slid his finger down the thin rolling ridges of her tail. An approving rumble from the dragon filled the tent made by her wings. She dragged the back of her talons up his phallus, making him shudder and stop caressing her.

"Don't stop," she cooed from his lap, "or I might have to do the same." The light, but still dangerous feeling touch disappeared from his cock. Floof groaned in distress. Instead of continuing to caress her tail as he had been, he placed his thumb and middle fingers on either side of her ridges. Keeping his pointer on the top of each ridge, he zippered the hand down Tan's tail. They traveled all the way to her tip and back again. A shiver went through her, causing condensation from her wings to rain down on him.

Using the same three fingered touch, Floof traced one of the supporting ridges on the inside of Tanerax’s wing. ”Oh good boy," the dragon purred. 

Floofencorn was able to quiet the fearful voice saying the dragon was going to eat him. The adrenaline washing through his system made his desire flare brighter.

Taking another deep breath, she slipped her head under the water, continuing his blowjob. This time, as she moved her mouth up and down on his cock she used her tongue to lick his balls and perineum. Tan could feel the sheep's hands stutter in their touching, his legs shudder and press up into her face. Basking in her host’s own intimate touch, Tan continued her blow job. She wanted to see what reached its limit first: her considerable breath control or Floof's endurance. 

As Tanerax bobbed on his cock and used her tongue to play with his balls, she was disappointed that he played with her wings less. He must have been getting close. Squeezing his thighs and swallowing her need for air, she worked his cock faster. He'd begun to shudder and fervently press his hips into her face when she was forced to surface for a breath. 

Floofencorn had been resisting the urge to cum as hard as he could. Between the new way of getting blown - her tongue was driving him wild - and the adrenaline flowing through him, he was about to reach his limit when she surfaced to breathe.

Tan furled her wings, slid her tail off his chest and crawled up his body for a deep, shaking kiss. A hand on the back of his neck made Floof feel like she owned him. When she eventually broke away there was a predatory glint in her eyes that sent a frisson of fear through Floof's body.

"What a good boy you have been." Tanerax was straddling Floof, moving her hips so his cock slid between her thighs and bumped into her tail. "Can you keep being a good boy?" She

reached up to caress his horn.

"I would love to," he gasped.

"Then you can lean your head back on the edge of this amazing pool. I'm going to sit on the edge and you can use your tongue to pleasure me." Looking down at him she cocked an eyebrow and waited.

"Let me be your good boy, please.” Floof whispered. Again, the sense that he had become the dragon’s prey flashed through him. A part of the sheep wanted to run from her, and at the same time he wanted to be stalked by the crimson and black- scaled creature now using his horn to direct his head onto the edge of the pool.

Tanerax pressed herself out of the water, and placed her knees on either side of his head. For any other creature balancing on just their knees at pool’s edge would be a tenuous experience. Not so for the dragon. While one hand gripped Floof's horn, pulling his face into her, Tan's wings opened and stabilized her on the dry ground while her tail, pressing against the sheep's thigh, did the same.

"Lick me like a good boy," she commanded.

Floof, already pulled into her pussy, had easy reach with his tongue. Never having eaten a dragon he wanted to savor the experience. He rimmed the outside of her labia, tracing them, feeling her smooth outer scales. One hand gripped the valley made by her thigh and hip as she bent over his face. His other hand cupped her magnificent ass, just below her tail. Floofencorn was going to be a good boy, but he was going to enjoy this new experience as well.

The hand around his horn shifted, levering his head into her and demanding more. Parting her lips for the first time, Floof felt Tan's soft inner folds. He heard her gasp and start to gyrate. Her juices spilled onto his tongue. She was delicious and he wanted as much of her as he could get. At times she would press and squeeze so he struggled to breathe. Never, though, did he remove his tongue from her inner folds. 

Tanerax was used to other dragons' slender and more nimble tongues pleasuring her. The sheep’s, by comparison, was shorter, blunt, and still very capable. It could not reach into her as far as a dragon's, but it filled her.  Instead of touching specific places with a dragon’s long deft reach, it touched every place at once, rolling or sliding through her, a blunt inexorable wave instead of a nimble dancing stream.

"You are being so good," she cooed, "but a really good boy would lick my clit as well as my cunt." Using his horn like a handle tan directed his licking away from inside her pussy to her clit.

Floof used the tip of his tongue to swirl and flick her nub and then rolled across it with the flat of his tongue. Tan shuddered and shook above him. When she wanted his tongue inside her she used his horn to shift him there. When she wanted him licking her clit she pulled him back. Floofncom submitted to the commands with joy. 

He knew she was about to cum when the whole angle of her body changed. Tanerax's other hand crunched into the ground just above his head, her hips tilted forward even more. The hand controlling his horn forced his head to an uncomfortable angle. Her legs gripped his skull between them like a melon.

"There just like that," Floof heard the dragon say, muffled by her legs. He kept licking just as he had been commanded, like the very good boy he was. "Oh, fuck... Fuck!" The hand holding his horn let go, but her pussy ground into his face. He did his best to keep using his tongue just as he'd been doing, trapped as he was between her knees and rolling pelvis. Fully engrossed as he  was in pleasing Tanerax, Floof was caught off-guard by a flash of light and burst of hea. Still, he rode out Tan's body-quakes until they settled into aftershocks and she rolled off him.

"Oh what a very good boy you are, indeed!" Tanerax purred, eyes closed, her body still not ready to move. “Give me a moment and I will give you a reward for how well you follow directions.”

After a minute of deep breaths Tanerax opened her eyes. She rolled off his face and onto her side, wings splayed out behind her.  "Ooh, that was delightful, I'm so glad we stopped to check on you!" The dragon sighed, and stretched, her body bending in ways that fired the sheep's imagination. A look of embarrassment crossed her face and she looked over at the pool. One of the rocks at water’s edge was scorched. “I tried to aim my fire at the water, I missed…”

Floofencorn stared at the still smoking rock. Looking back he asked “So, that was a good one?”

Tan was flummoxed. She was usually much better at controlling, or at least aiming, her fire. She also would have expected, and forgiven, any non-dragon to be reacting to this display of lust driven fir- breath with fear. He seemed to be even more turned on!

Tan got to her feet and held her hands out to her lover. "I should take care of you, now. Slide out of the water."

She helped Floof out of the hot pool and onto the wooden bench. He sat there, water pooling under him, as the dragon stared down at his body. Beads of water glistened on her ruby scales as she pressed the sheep onto his back and straddled him.  

"I've been looking forward to this," she said, leaning over to whisper in his ear. Using a hand on his chest to support herself, Tan guided his cock into her cunt with the other. The less bulbous shape meant she needed to give it some extra support, but once it was in, Tan felt filled up. 

Floof looked up at Tannerax as she ground on him, rolling her hips on powerful legs. Both hands now rested on his chest, helping her balance. Reaching out to touch her chest, Floof could feel heat radiating from it.

He slid his hands across her body, awash in how warm and smooth she was. The feel of her smooth and sturdy scales fed the building ecstasy from her fucking him. As she rode him faster, Tan extended her wings around their bodies. Gently taking the top edge of one in his hand, Floofencorn brought it to his mouth. A kiss on the very tip of the wing made Tan gasp. One hand gently held the crest of the wing while the other traced where the wing membrane met supporting bone and muscle. Floofncom kissed and sucked on Tan's wing tip with an intensity matching the tide of pleasure growing within him. He did all he could to resist the moment when it would overwhelm him.

The pleasure branching through Tan's body was fed by Floofencorn’s worship of her wing. Pleasure suffused her. It was about to overflow when she felt Floof begin to tense. "I can't hold..." he half whispered before filling her with his cum.

Tanerax rode his orgasmic convulsions, and waited for him to catch his breath. Sliding off his cock, she kissed him and whispered, "I was so close to cumming again."

"Oh no! Let me help. I won’t leave you frustrated." He put his hands on her hips and pulled her further up his body. She was straddling his chest when he slid two fingers into her cum filled pussy. Slowly at first, and looking up to make sure Tan was enjoying herself, Floofencorn finger fucked her. She rested her hands on the bench above Floof's head. One hand supported her hips while the other hand’s fingers were feeding the starved orgasm that had been building in her. With each pump it fed on the pleasure he was returning to her body. She twined her tail around one of his legs. The soft wool against her ridges and crests added new sensations to her  growing orgasm. 

The combination of pleasure pressed into her by Floofencorn's fingers and his incredibly soft wool tickling her scales ignited nerves all across Tan’s body, flinging her into a second orgasm. With a moan that built into a cry of pleasure, she collapsed. Only a puff of smoke escaped Tan’s mouth this time, having already spent much flame a few minutes before, Her legs gave out and her wings splayed uselessly around them. Her head rested on his shoulder. Tan caught her breath on a pillow of the softest wool she'd ever felt.

"That. Was amazing," Tan whispered into Floof's ear. "Maybe we could stay here a few days and help you recover.”

"Yes, please." Floof whispered back to her. "I promise to be a diligent patient and an agreeable host."

"Did you accidentally switch there? Don't you mean agreeable patient and diligent host?"

"Trying to be a diligent host in my condition might break me more. But if this is how you care for a patient I will work diligently at it."

Tan slowly recombobulated her limbs and stood up. Wrapping her wings around her like a roll, she smiled down at him. “It would be a pleasure to nurse you back to health,” she said formally.

"But first," she said, smile becoming a mild grimace, "I need to clean up. Your cum is leaking down my leg!’ After she had slid back into the hot water, she reached out to her host. “Care to actually get cleaned up before Pax comes looking for us?”