Sweet Nothin's

Dragon Games

Rima burst into the room. "Thank GOD! It's my day off." She plopped on the small couch in front of the game system, and fired up her favorite game.

Soon the sounds of Rima taking down rounds after round of enemies could be heard. She was completely engrossed in her game, jerking back and forth and making odd noises. "DIE!!! DIE, HEARTLESS!" as she slashed her way through the game.

Quietly Daylen entered the room, behind her and watched stunned as his sweet little sparrow mowed down the on screen enemies with bloodthirsty glee.

After a few moments, there was a cutscene, and she took advantage of it to stretch. Daylen saw his moment and with a speed and grace belying his size, slipped in behind her on the couch. Rima looked up, surprised, and smiled. "I didn't hear you come in"

He looked at her seriously, "You were causing mayhem on the screen, I am not surprised."

She grinned, and gave him a quick kiss. "I always get into my games. Wanna play?"

She left the couch and switched the game over to a two player one, and plugged in a second controller. Returning, she snuggled in front of him, and began to play.

Daylen studied the odd contraption, but after a few moments got the hang of it , and was soon destroying the targets along with Rima. Up, down, racing through the game, Rima was intent on her goal, and when she finally reached it, hooted and flung her hands up, nearly smacking Daylen in the face. He grinned and buried his face in her hair.

She dropped her controller and pulled him down for a kiss. "I beat the level! I won!" He had already dropped his controller, and was using his now free hands to roam. Face still buried in her silky hair, he murmured into her ear, "So did I."

She smiled up at him and leaned back. He continued, "Watching you rabble rouse in your game tends to rouse something else ... " She gasped as he shifted her and she could feel his growing swell through his pants. Giggling, she answered, "You only have one thing on your mind, don't you?"

He mock growled and swiftly moved so she was caught between his arms and under him on the small couch. "Are you complaining? I don't like that. I might have to punish you for not being appreciative."

She batted her eyelashes at him, "Who said I was complaining? I like being the one who sets you off."

He growled again, and used one hand to move her, then sat between and on her upper thighs, effectively pinning her down. She relaxed and looked up and him, crossing her arms under her head. "Well, what are you going to do about it?" He studied her, and then began to slowly pulled the hem of her t-shirt up. As soon as her stomach was exposed, he dropped his head and began to kiss and lick her skin. She sighed with pleasure and arched under his touch, moaning slightly. "More, Daylen." 

He grinned wolfishly, and pulled her t-shirt off, exposing her breasts in their bra. She shivered at the cool air, and he covered her body with his, "Cold?" She groaned, "No, you make me burn."

"Do I?" Sliding back down, he began to work her breasts, squeezing their fullness lightly, one then the other. She writhed, but made no move to stop him, only arching again slightly to let him get to the fastener in the back. He pulled off the lacy bit of fabric and ran light fingers over and over, circling, tugging, teasing. She shivered again, as they perked under his touch. He dropped his head again, and began to use his mouth as well, going from one side to the other, nipping lightly, and causing her to gasp again. "Daylen!" Mouth still latched, he quirked an eyebrow at her, and she moaned her assent. "Go ... go on." 

But it was her turn, as she brought her hands down, and reached under his waistband, under his boxers, to caress the length of him. He now moaned, and jerked, accidentally biting harder then he had intended, causing her in turn to yelp.

He pulled up, and looked at her concerned, but she shook her head, and took advantage of his shift in position to pull his shirt off as well. He grinned, and let her run her hands over his chest, before suddenly catching both of her hands in one of his. "More, little bird? More?"

"More, dragon," she moaned, and he complied, moving his knees to outside of her hips and pulling her pants down. Underwear soon followed, and she lay exposed to him. He laid his two large hands on her thighs, and using just his thumbs, reached down and teased her opening with gentle touches. She bucked under him, and groaned, "Ah, more, don't stop." He resumed kissing her stomach, moving lower and lower, until she screamed with the anticipation and grabbed his head with her hands, pulling him farther down. "Now, now!" He let out a low sound, and did as she asked, licking and kissing. She moaned and cried out, "DAYLEN!" Infuriatingly, he suddenly lifted his head, and grinned at her, "You called?"

Gasping, she looked at him with glazed eyes, and reached blindly for him. He placed one hand back were his head had been, between her thighs, and reached down to continue teasing her as he undid his own pants and pulled them down. She flailed her hands, and caught his underwear, pulling it down, and pulling him free. He let out a strangled sound at the pleasure of her touch, and closed his eyes as she gently  stroked. Breathing heavily, he put his hand down on either side of her again, and lowered his body. She continued to stroke, with a a smug look as she watched him groan under her touch.

But finally he lowered enough that the tip brushed against her entrance. Immediately she stopped stroking, as pleasant shudders wracked her body. Too far gone now, he began to slide in, forcing himself to go slowly to not hurt her. She lowered her eyes and breathed shallowly, opening slowly, drawing him in. She kept her hands on him as he entered, guiding. He gasped as he settled within. 

Her eyes went wide at feeling him stretch her. They'd come together before, but each time it felt new. Carefully, she swung her legs up and over his hips, locked her ankles, and pinning him close to her.

He smiled, and began to move again, careful not to hurt her, thrusting gently, and then harder as his need for her took over. "Rimaaaa," he moaned. "Little sparrow. My own" 

In the throes of her own pleasure, she rocked under him, moaning softly, and held his shoulders, "Ahh, Daylen. Mine. My dragon boy. My - AH-AH!" as her rhythm sped up, and she felt the waves cresting. 

She screamed his name, and he roared as she tightened around him, coming hard and fast within her, and crashing down to fill her.

She lay back, silent, mouth open, still gripping his shoulders. He stirred, and gently kissed her. "Let's play again sometime, eh?"

She finally blinked, and smiled, "Anytime."

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