Pleasant Awakening
(Contains: M/F, Somnophilia, Cunnlingus, Vanillia, excessive cum, gentle love making, licking, mentions of incest, and marking.)
Set prior to the first chapter of the Dragon Lord's Legacy
Torch stood on his perch, looking as the sun began to set at the horizon, with the vibrant bright orange colors turning into light pinks that slowly blended into the darkening skies that chased after it.
No one dared to comment on why the former Dragon Lord would always sit on his perch, watching the sunset at least once a week. Many thought that it was because he enjoyed the transition from day to night. Others thought he was just trying to enjoy the last bits of sunshine before it disappeared. But very few thought that with his age, he liked seeing pretty colors and would get sentimental with them.
None of that was true. The real reason behind it all is because he reminisced in the times of old. He and his mate would watch the sunsets and bask in the wonderful light displays that the sun would cast over the world as the day transitioned over the night. Despite dragons… lackluster love for ponies, Torch never understood how the Alicorns crafted and wielded their celestial objects and managed to turn them into beautiful works of art.
For a thousand years, only one of them ruled and she only managed to make the days nice and beautiful, at least into his mate’s eyes. But that certain time of day, when the sun sets, or even when she was to rise before the sun would, she would love to see the wonderful colors change. At points during the, for a week straight, usually the week of the summer and winter solstice, both lovers Torch and Saphira would spend that time endlessly watching the skies cascade in vibrant colors.
They would stay up all that week, never sleeping an ounce, just lying under the stars and skies, watching the rainbows of the natural world change in their eyes.
And then, and only then, would they fall asleep in each other's arms. Sometimes outside in the open or, they would make love in their cave.
He loved her with all his heart, but damn it to all with dragons and their aggressive behavior, preventing little amounts of true emotions to be expressed without it being a sign of weakness or a distraction, especially if it was a Dragon Lord or Elder. Few hoards existed with love being displayed openly. Yes, for the older dragons, it was overlooked but teenagers never understood it to a point outside of basic mating or rutting for fun.
Ember and Spike were different. Despite the short time, he saw that Spike and his daughter had a chemistry that nearly matched his and Saphira.
Speaking of chemistry, Ember’s season was here. It was also a reminder of a need to release himself. He had to use his mate for that and while she was in a deep sleep, prior to her resting, she had allowed her body to be used as he pleased in the years that she would sleep. He never took advantage of it fully. She went to sleep shortly prior to Ember’s first decade and has been asleep since then.
He would use her form to satisfy his needs, just because when the dragons go into season, it would send everydrake into a rut and it wouldn’t really go away. Some started early, others started later. But one of the variables would always be the same and that was some of the females, would try and seek him out to rut him.
He fought any and all urges to go and mount the nearest female that raised their tail or would happily drink his seed; at least those that could take his size or those that think they could handle a dragon many times their sizes.
No, he was loyal to his mate. Even with her blessing to go after others, he remained loyal to her because he wanted to prove he was more than just any other dragon. He wanted to prove undying, unending and eternal love for her, no matter what. That is why he only stayed with her. That is why even during the season, he fought his own biological urges to seek release without his mate being there.
But this time, he didn’t think he could. Ember had gotten into heat and was being satisfied by her hoard. Being around his daughter’s scent, he reminisced on how she smelled exactly like her mother. He missed that wonderful scent. Being borderline incest, something dragons don’t often partake but still stay away from, he wanted to only think of his mate and nothing more.
He made his way back to his cave, located at the base of a mountain, a semi-dormant volcano which was hollowed out and made to live comfortably. It was a cave he hollowed a few years after his mate had fallen asleep. The area was known as the ‘Final Resting Grounds’ where dragons brought their loved ones to if and when the day comes they fall into the sleep eternal, the cave would be collapsed and filled with lava to be encased in forever. It was an upsetting thing to think about but every dragon that had a bond, that lost it, come here to help their mates, lovers or even family members, to have them rest eternally.
He moved to the south entrance of the cave, where the sun barely scratched the edge of the cave. The entrance was just above his head, clearing only a few feet. It was the only amount he could carve without bringing the cliff on him, so it remained untouched. Once inside, it was a bit like the cave Ember had only grandscale. The hollowed out volcano walked in about twenty feet in.
His feet… twenty, others many more; where he was in the base of the volcano and the hollowed center. A mountain of gems were set to the side, gathered from hundreds of years by his claws and his mate’s. Towards the center of the cave, a lava river was flowing just in case that… day came. And to the corner, near the back… the beautiful and ever loving form of his sleeping soul mate, laid.
Saphira scales covered her from head to tail. Two long curved tipped horns jutted from her head. A smooth set of ridged spikes from from her the top of head that ran down to the tip of her tail. Her wings were almost transparent in the lava light, but were just very light blue. She was long and tall as an Elder coming up to his shoulders. And if her eyes were open, they would reveal beautiful maroon eyes that would sparkle and gaze into your soul. And that is what she would do. Every time he saw her eyes, she would stare at his soul and he was staring at hers. There would be love, there would adortion, and there would be soul bonding every time they met.
That was what it meant to him. To not go off and lay with another ‘ness’ because of his biological need. It was to go to this cave every day and every night to see his beautiful mate. Regardless of her status, he would come to this cave and never leave her unibitated for long periods of time.
The sun was gone now and the only light that illuminated the cave was the lava river. Even with its dim glow, his mate’s scales sparkled. Approaching her, he saw more and more of her, as well as breathing in her wonderful scent. Despite her deep sleep, she radiated and looked lively as ever. But that was all it took to get him aroused.
His shaft slowly began to emerge from his slit, signifying that he was about to enjoy using his mate once more. But he first had to build himself to it.
“Hello again my love.” She remained silent and asleep. He inhaled deeply, bringing in her scent before exhaling loudly and cascading his hot breath over her body. “It seems as though our ‘teardrop’ has entered her heat.” He leaned his giant head towards hers, watching for any sign of movement. “And normally, it wouldn’t be a problem before, but I...I was reminded of you.” He pushed his giant tongue against her mouth, bathing her in saliva and tasting his sleeping mate.
“I didn’t wish to sate her, nor did I want to take some alone time she has with her new hoard.” He paused, a smile forming on his giant snout. “Right now, I am sure they are going at it.” He then began to rub his snout across her back, inhaling and breathing her scent on the way towards her back. “She smelled so much like you, in every way; just much… softer in tone.”
His mate continued her silence with light breathing, her belly slowly rising and falling, with no other indication to his words. His snout brushed under her tucked wings, feeling the thin skin from underneath, tickling his nose, something she reveled in it when she did it to him.
As his head got closer to his prize, his organ began to amass, slowly pushing more of itself out of his protective slit and growing in size. Being one of the largest dragons around, it helped knowing that his size in phallus matched his body and many have tried to reach for it or conquer it. All but one have failed.
The red pointed tip began to expand rapidly and with intent. A bulbous bump at the base with barbs running the sides of his shaft that had slight curved tips pointing down, in which helped pull and touched the deepest parts of a female, bringing them to a quicker climax. His mate loved it more than anything else, especially in her tale hole. Feeling it on her tongue was a whole different story though.
He was by her legs now; she was sleeping on her belly, so his job to reach his prize was the challenge. Despite the deep sleep, he moved her legs over with caution and began to slowly turn her body to her sides. He was also careful not to crush her left wing. He settled her gently onto her left side, where her head laid on her cheek. Her forearm stayed in front of her to prevent later discomfort. Torch also pushed her lightly towards the back of the wall to prevent her from falling backwards.
Dragon sleep was simple yet difficult to maneuver with. For one, moving them around helped prevent sore spots, scales from sticking together and helped certain body parts get air. He moved his mate everytime he used her body, but he also massaged or shifted her body to different positions… outside of mating.
The difficult part is that aggressive movements could damage the dragon, not just physically but mentally. If dragons were to be shaken or forced to be awakened, they could awaken, either at that moment or later, with feral and rage like behaviors. History has shown not to mess with a sleeping dragon. Regardless of your relations, dragons are not friendly at all when disturbed from their sleep. It also could invoke damaged or warped minds to the point of total madness.
When and if he moved his mate, he did so without too much aggressiveness. Last thing he wanted to do is have his shaft down her maw and he woke her up, only to have it bitten off. He only rubbed it now around her muzzle and shoves it in when he climaxes, bathing her tongue in seed or coating her face in greyish white fluids that he loved to see her face covered with.
Using her love hole to his pleasure was its own situation. The rocking movements can trigger the same ill-faded action that may hurt his mate when she awoke. Having realized that in order for himself to be satisfied but as well as keep his mate stable and not lash out, he actually pleasured her body first. Her mind may be asleep, but her body will still continue to do its own thing. Expel waste, grumble in annoyance, and even have the whole body move in large motions, but trigger no awakening. The same could be said when triggering or stimulating any of her organs to induce pleasure.
Lifting up her hind leg, he saw the thin line that was her vent. As wide as his longest digit, he leaned in and inhaled the dormant smell of his mate. Losened earth mixed with brimstone and a small touch of saltiness near her opening. That was just the outside, from lying all the time on her belly.
He pushed his snout directly onto her slit, lifting part of it to the side, and exposing her inner pink labia and walls, careful not to stress it fast or hard. As soon as the inner pink opened, her unique smell filled his nostrils. He took in a deep inhale, breathing her wonderful scent and filling his lungs with sweetness. Memories of tasting her brought a warmth to his heart and he stuck his tongue out to taste her pink walls.
A touch of salt, mixtures with sweetness and copper, on top of the earthy, ashy tone of the earth that she slept on. Gems caked in her fluids would be a meal sent from Draco and Wistala themselves. He knew of that fact because he had tried it.
But it wasn’t necessarily the flavor itself that got him to enjoy licking his mate. There was a certain gland inside the female that made males crazy and wild that turns their brains into mush and seeks nothing but the smell. That gland goes in through the nostrils or tongue, but the results are the same, for when you smell and taste it, your mind goes numb or feral. A musky, sweet wonderful high that clogs your lungs with it, feeling it with the scent and praying that this was all you breathe in. All females have this ability, but few could actually produce it so efficiently that males would always start from under the tail, digging their tongues deep into their mate’s moist depths.
The treat would only grow, along with the female. The older and bigger the female, the stronger the orgasms were, but their tastes would change. The fluids themselves would be thicker, stickier, almost to the consistency of tree sap. But just as sweet and the coppery taste resembling that of rubies on a slap fresh meat. The stickiness of a female’s secretions would linger on scales or your teeth for days and just the wonderful feeling of the sticky strands of fluids would always bring males back for more.
Torch knew all of this because he knew how his mate was. He had basked in her scent long enough but he knew now that if he were to ever release himself soon, he had to prepare his mate. He had to make sure she was loosened up a bit, moist enough to enter and bring her body to an orgasm. That was always his goal, despite knowing she wouldn’t awake from it.
“You always did play hard to get,” he lightly chastised his sleeping mate, a grin forming on his snout. He pushed his tongue back into her vent, shoving it deeper and pushing further into her core. His snout bumped against her softer area, feeling the heat around her mound. Closing his eyes, he imagined to hear her moans as he pleasured her. Her deep rumblems, spreading across her body as her mind burned in euphoria.
His own organ continued to ooze onto her leg, his whitish grey dribbles from the tip of his red shaft. He reached with one of his paws, enwrapping it with his claws, and began a soft stroking by grabbing his base. As much as he wanted to shove it inside of her, he still preferred to not move her as much.
His head kept her leg aloft while his tongue was buried deep into her canal. His tongue was being coated by her secretions, filling his tongue to the brim with her thick, wonderful fluids, striking every taste bud he had. His tongue was thick enough to ensure that little to none of her fluids dropped from her body, only when he stuck his tongue out to scoop up much of her fluids into his mouth.
At this point, her body began to react and he could feel her body shifting, soft motions of her hips moving back and forth into his mouth. He wondered if this was how she would awaken or would love to be awakened to?
Her mate, tongue deep and buried inside of her tunnel, juices pouring from her canal and filling his tongue with her nectar. His large member was dropping thick drops of pre-seed onto her legs, longing to be buried inside of her and fill her depths with his essence. He hoped that this would be the day, like many others, that she would awaken and…
“.... Mmmmm… Torch…” she muttered lightly, almost whispered.
Torch stopped. Did she just…
He waited for more, to truly know if she had just said his name. Her voice was frail, not sickly but weak after decades of no use. However, no more came from her. She continued to sleep through her body reacting, still secreting her fluids and her walls opening and closing in need.
He must have heard a grumble or a shift in her body that made the sound. Still, it did bring some sweet memories of hearing her voice as she moaned his name when he was railing her hard to the floor. Torch would love to do that, but when she was awake. For now, he was setting her up and setting himself to mount her.
He continued to lick her walls, brushing his tongue around her labia and bringing more of her fluids out to be collected by his tongue. Bringing more saliva to her nethers, he pushed his tongue right back into her folds, spreading them far apart and sinking his tongue again deep inside of her. Her fluids are almost gushing now, as he swirled and dove his tongue deep into his mate’s tight hole.
At this point, he was a bit desperate to mount her, his cock twitching with anxious throbbing, dripping large amounts of pre onto his mate and the cave floor.
Torch hummed into his mate’s labia, sending trembles through her frame and the rest of her body. Her body reacted with intent, slowly girating into his tongue, and squeezing his tongue with her walls.
It became too much and he relented with leaving his mate close to the edge. He slowly laid her body to the side, leaving her opening exposed to the surroundings before he brought himself close to her haunches with his own. He moved her body back to her belly but had her hind legs lifted and upright. Pulling up her tail onto his chest, he stood on his haunches, facing his throbbing member towards her entrance.
He slowly and carefully guided his red organ towards his mate’s tunnel.Slowly he also pulled her hind legs closer to him and brought them down onto his awaiting organ. He let his tip brush her awaiting opening, letting her drippings coat his member in all of her juices before pushing it in and allowing tension to leave his body as he sank himself into the hot depths of his love. Slowly and in a painful desperate manner, he pushed deeper and deeper into his mate.
He let loose a groan of europha as he pushed deep into her depths, with his ridges scraping her walls and sending shivers that ran up and down her body. Her walls squeezed at the invader, trying to keep much of it in her as possible. He pushed his giant length until his crotch met hers and his shaft was lodged deep into her walls, where it hugged him from all around.
He stayed there for a moment, enjoying the nice, heated warmth that surrounded his organ. The heat matched lava but the tightness was always something that made it more intense. Whether it was inside a mouth or a vent, the moisture and closing and tightening of any organ was better than any lava.
Once satisfied that her body adjusted to his size, he pulled back out, slowly allowing his ridges to scrape her walls, leaving only the first half of his tip and allowing cooler air to touch his base to give it a tingling feeling, before he slowly pushed back in and allowing their fluids to squelch and mesh together.
The thick juices of her’s and his mixed in almost a creamy thick goo, that clumped together and made heavy sounds upon impact on the floor. A large puddle had already formed between them of a greyish white mixed with semi clear thick secretions.
He kept the slow tempo going, really holding back his need to bury himself in his mate in a fury. He mastered total control years back but his body always demanded to let loose. If she were awake, she would be proud of his restraints.
Another groan left him as her walls continued to clamp him down and him having to use some excess strength to leave her. While he did have weight on her, it was not enough to warrant any discomfort, for he already laid one large palm on the floor by her belly to keep his entire body off her.
While he trusted inside of her, his voice came out gruff and paced. “You should ‘huff’ see our daughter, Saphira.” He settled into a pace of thrusting as he spoke and inhaling as he pulled out. “She is so strong now, with the hoard she has.” He stopped, pausing as memory of her pain surfaced quickly. “She has so much love to share, I envy her heart. I just wish that a piece of her heart hadn’t broken off.” Shaking his head, he continued his trusting, albeit more focused on trying to bring his mate to an orgasm then anything.
“But when he re-awakens, she will be the strongest dragoness in all of the lands.” He shifted so his outer bulbous base rubbed her flared nub on the outside. “He will make her be ‘growl’ the best of all of us, I-I just know it!”
It seemed like she agreed as well, for her body expelled a huge gush of her fluids on him, making severely loud squelching noise as he continued. With his constant trusting, he soon reached a point of having his body go at a steady and familiar pace to give himself time.
If there were any other way for somedragon to experience joy, would be to spend no work and earn total pleasure from it. His mate was worth putting for the extra pleasure, trying to make sure that even in her sleep, she would be taken care of by him.
She was the one who suggested that he use her body in her sleep. Even if she wasn’t fully aware, her body would react and still feel the pleasure. He would be damned if anything happened to her and he would make sure that if and when she would awaken, that she would know she was well taken care of by her mate.
That the euphoria that dripped from her vent was caused by him. That her sweet taste and juices that dripped from her, were from his skilled tongue that drank every drop. Her smell remained unchanged because he had kept her clean or slightly different because he loved to coat her body in his seed.
Even now as his body continued to please her, he licked her neck, he purred his throat against her body and he whispered sweet nothings to her with each trust of his massive organ into her hot depths.
“I’m getting close now, my love,” He growled lightly next to her, feeling his eternal gnads getting ready for release. The amount of fluids mixed that dripped into the puddle, only heightening the pleasure, for the sound echoed loudly inside the cave. The air was toxic with the sweet and musky aroma of sex. His mind bleeding into feral, but fighting it with all his will to keep it from taking over and hurting his love.
Even as he could feel the inevitable climax approaching, he wanted her to release with him. He wanted her and him to be together when it happened. And despite the pleasure, he still continued to speak.
“M-My love, please! I ask that you and I finish together! Like we always do when we are together.” He continued to trust in her, feeling his release edging closer and closer. Her own fluids had never stopped pouring from her body, making the ever growing puddle grand and stickier.
Her own body was starting to kick start something and it began to show with her breathing starting to rise. Torch didn’t notice yet, but felt her walls tightening around his hard shaft, trying to squeeze and milk him for all of his seed. The precious fluid begging to be released from his home and be split into the hot womb inside this very body. The barbs that continued to rub and tingle her walls, the bulbous base that continued to stretch her out vet and the amount of pre-seed that amassed within, finally gave way to her body’s release and a massive gush of fluids flooded from her depths and poured from her hole.
At the same time, her walls held him tightly, almost begging him not to let go, clamped on him and that was enough to send him over the edge. He pushed hard, not too hard to hurt and move her body, but shoved up slow and hard, to prolong it. His spear tip finally released and like a volcano, exploded from the tip in a massive pulse of white greyish seed that quickly flooded her womb.
He wanted to roar in triumph at his release, he wanted to bite on her neck to make sure she stayed there and he wanted to slam into her over and over again to continue the climax.
But he didn’t.
He pushed in up to his boulb, almost sinking it in, held it there and let himself throb and fire his seed in her like a lava geyser. He flooded her womb very quickly, almost adding double the amount from his pre-seed and quickly overflooding it to a point where it began to pour out of her body like a fast flowing river. It coated over his organ, and ran down his giant thighs as well as hers. The cave was overwhelming with the smell of their fluids and his mind had once more reached a state of high and pure euphoria that he felt like he did many centuries ago when he and his mate had first begun their courting and mating rituals.
From just those moments of pure ecstacy, he was reliving and embracing his love in pure love and pleasure, the returning feeling of them spilling their fluids everywhere without care or worry. To roar or yell to the heavens on their matings, to release their flames into the skies, demanding that the world watch as they reached new heights in mind, body and souls.
That was why he knew that no other female would be able to do this for him. This was why he wanted no other female in his life and why he chose to remain by her side.
Even in sleep, she could still bring him pleasure and love like no other and that he would spend his life, his needs and his heart with her forever.
His seed finally began to slow and her body continued to naturally push out any fluids from within. The puddle that was surrounding them was now a small lake, the stench on them would take days to clear and the fact that both he and his mate ejaculated at the same time, he knew that he was still able to please her.
He gently pulled out of her, allowing a huge gush of mixed fluids to pout out of her and adding to the mess. A mess he quite enjoyed and the sticky warm feeling that encompassed their neithers. Lowering her hindlegs down unto their mess, he laid her onto her belly, coating the lower regions with their mess. He was going to bathe her in lava and water in the morning, so for now, he was content with leaving it like this.
Once she was properly laid and nestled, he gave a small shake of his body, letting the excess fluids shake off of him, then moving to her side and lying to her right, not carrying as the fluids smeared over his body. While not lavishly, he did find that this always made him feel dirty and young again.
He sighed and brought his head next to her laying it and watching her face. “You are still wonderful my love, still as amazing as ever.” Exhaustion crept over and he felt his energy and the day coming down on him. “I just hope that when you awaken, it is not after Ember and Spike have their own or even before their first century. I pray… that you come back to us soon. I need you… so much. Ember misses you.” A small tired yawn left him and he gave her a small kindle across her face, briefly lighting her up. “Please… please do.” With that, he closed his eyes and let sleep take over.
The sound of the slow running lava and the deep intake of air was the only sound made. It was peaceful for him, just to hear it.
Inhale… then exhale…
Inhale… exhale…
Inhale… “T-Tor-rch?”
His eyes slowly opened and then… he saw half lidded deep maroon eyes stare back at him. He blinked, thinking that he was dreaming already or seeing things, yet the eyes blinked and a small smile began to form on the tired mouth of his mate.
“T-that… w-wasss… wonderfullll… m-my love…” Despite the raspy and dryness in her voice, it was still angelic and lovely, to the point where his head almost shot up and looked down at her to see if she was really awake. Her eyes moved but her head remained. The warm and graceful smile remained.
“S-Saphira?” He couldn’t believe it. Was she really..?
A long blink and the smile continued. “Y-you awoke me…” A sigh, tired but filled with love and care left her. “It felt so good…” A small weak chuckle left her. “That is… the most wonderful… pleasant… awakening… ever…”
Torch let loose tears he hadn’t realized he had shed and immediately brought his head to her, brushing and licking her, doing everything he can to show his love. That was all that she needed and nothing else.
The two lovers held each other in loving embrace, tears were shed as they reunited and came back to each other’s grace. It became such a miracle that even with their tiredness that hit them both, they stayed awake that night, speaking nothing but love for one another and care, that when the sun hit the next morning, Torch knew that from there on out, things were going to be okay with them.