Bearded Dragon Licking Me Novels & Stories

I took the jar and emptied it into my mouth, swallowing every drop, then licking the jar. "UUMMMMM, that quenched my thirst," I said, licking my lips. “Fucking hell, never seen such a dirty whore, and I’ve seen a few," a bearded guy said.

Relief filled my veins as the dragon spread its scarlet wings like twin kites and flapped them once, then twice, but didn't fly away - almost like it couldn't. "You're okay, little one," I said, but I kept my hands out, sliding down to the floor with my back to the edge of the nest. The twigs scratched and dug against my skin, but I ignored the pain. "Easy, buddy. I'm leaving." When I knew it wouldn't attack me, I scrambled back onto the edge again, my eyes trained on the dragon. It came forward, sniffing me like a dog checking out a new toy or a delicious treat. It opened its mouth, but instead of biting, it licked my hand.

"Want me to continue licking it?" Benard nodded. "Yes..." "Want me to...kiss this spot?" Again, Benard nodded, tone needy. "Yes, please..." "Very good," Lucas remarked smilingly. Then he licked the tip twice, his head undulating slowly as he did that, his gaze heatedly fixed on his blushing friend. With every two or three licks, he would gift the tip a kiss or two, his head alternating between tilting to the right and to the left.

It was even deeper because of the lightness of her skin. “You want to lick me? I mean my hands,” she corrected herself. Nah, babe. I definitely wanted to do the first one. There was no way that her skin would not taste ever so fucking delicious. She would be my own personal feast, and I just hoped that one day I would get to experience that for myself. “If you want me to. I know that it might seem strange. I don’t go around licking random people, but I’m willing to heal you this way if you’d like.”

Asher asked reaching out with his good hand to let the dog lick him. Loki barked again, whining some more and fighting against his collar so Cailen gave him a few inches so he could get closer to Asher until he was able to reach Asher's face and promptly started licking it vigorously. "I missed you, too," Asher chuckled, squeezing his eyes shut and scrunching up his face as the dog continued to lick his face. This went on for several minutes, Loki happily licking Asher’s face and pulling on his collar, his tail wagging away and smacking Cailen in the face.

I feel the substance lift from within me and come out through my mouth. I feel him first,his rage twinning with mine,as flames lick at my skin like a lover. “Hello little one.” My dragon's voice rings in my ear.

I screamed, not only from his weight that was literally squeezing all the air from out of me but also from the frustration of being rudely disturbed while I was working on the orgasm that was just so out of reach. He went in by climbing further upwards and began licking my face, covering my face with his meat-filled drool. “Drogon, stooooop! No kisses!” I yelled as I tried to push him off, but that only fueled him because he rolled over and settled on his back and lifted his paws in the air, his heavy butt still on top of my small stomach. His golden eyes found mine and he licked his lips before snuggling his giant-ass head against mine. You know what, never mind about the release!

I said firmly, "I command you not to get near my neck or bite me in any way. Do you understand? You're not allowed to mark me or make Drake mark me until I say you can. Do you understand?" Emory responded with a delighted yip, his behavior almost like a playful puppy. He was all over me, licking every inch of skin he could reach. "Drake, Emory, whatever... oh shi... that tickles!" I exclaimed, laughing uncontrollably as he carefully pushed me to the ground. Emory seemed to take my response as encouragement, intensifying his ticklish assault until I was a laughing mess. His enormous paws pinned me gently as he continued to nuzzle and lick.

“Do it properly. Lick it like it's the sweetest fucking thing you’ve ever tasted. Show them how much you love being their personal fucking ashtray.” I closed my eyes, trying to dissociate but Leo’s voice cut through the attempt. “Eyes open, dumpster. You look at the men you’re servicing.” My eyelids fluttered open. The bearded man was standing close to me, I could see the smirk playing on his lips as he watched me. I leaned forward, my nose almost touching my own skin and extended my tongue again. This time, I made a show of it, lapping at the pooled fluid and gathering it in my mouth, swallowing it with a moan.

He said, giving me a come-hither motion with his middle and pointer fingers. I turned to face him and scooted close enough to put my injured leg towards him. I watched him lay down on his stomach in front of me and hold onto my leg. I held onto the sheets, becoming nervous. I had no idea what he was about to do. He lowered his mouth to the wound and started to gently lick the split flesh. I winced each time he made contact with the cut. “Ugh! Ouch! Lio what are you doing!?” I asked, sounding slightly disgusted.