Bearded Dragon Licking Me Novels & Stories

So well, it didn’t take me much time to put my thoughts into action to make him an absolutely screeching, vulnerable hot mess. The dragon in him was totally gonna flip. I balanced myself on his long long long neck and when I finally reached the middle, I swung myself around it upside down so that now my chest was rubbing against his beautifully scaled neck. I licked him from the bottom to the top along his soft, tender skin and I bet he was feeling tingly by the way he tried to suppress his moans, failing incredibly however.

At that very moment, I am paralyzed as I lay there, watching him lower his head to my side and startlingly lick my bruises. Because his tongue was so fiery, it felt as if someone was scrubbing my hand with scalding water. The fact that he is actually licking the blood stains off of my wounds is repulsive to me, and it makes me wonder if he is some kind of zombie or vampire creature. It's both strange and completely revolting that I attempted to wrest it away from his firm hold on it.

His is so big Reaper could easily fit inside the dragon’s nostrils. Suddenly Vermillion gives Reaper one big lick with his gigantic tongue that is the same size as I am. ‘Ergh,’ Reaper and I say as I get the brunt of the lick. Slobber dribbles down my arms and legs and off the edge of Reaper’s beak. Everyone nearby laughs. I look down at Reaper, ‘Well, at least you know he likes you,’ I shrug.

I never heard him laugh and I was telling you it was the sexiest thing. The entire time I didn't dare to breathe. I pressed my back closer to Jedrick's front and grabbed onto his hand as if my life depends on it. Without consciousness, I interlaced my fingers with his slender one and squeezed the life out of him in anticipation. After severe sniffing, his pet gave me a one-long lick to the side of my face. I blinked repeatedly and looked down at the furry creature. He sat on his hind legs and looked at me with curiosity. His tongue was hanging out at the corner of his mouth and he waggled his tail at me.

I've always wanted to feel that comfort of belongingness. My wrist bleeds and his tongue licks it up healing the fresh gushing wound. I watch his mark and another stranded tear makes its cold path down my face. He licks that as well not allowing my eyes to tear up making sure they are dry. He does not want me to cry, he cannot bear it. He rolls upon the ground showing me his belly paws tucked by his chest tongue hanging down the side of his mouth whilst he pants. A position to make me laugh, a playful position and it indeed works for I do laugh wiping away my tears with the heels of my palms.

The sound warms my insides, and I catch myself smiling. Very slowly, yet deliberately, a paw reaches out towards me, gently grabbing my hands and bringing them closer. Its snout touches the tips of my fingers, its nostrils flaring as it drags in a deep inhale and its entire body rumbles. Sticking its tongue out, it begins to lick off the blood on my hands. I cringe, the sight disgusting and... exciting me?

It’s a small comfort in the midst of this unimaginable pain, but it’s something. I reach the riverbank and kneel at the water’s edge, cupping my hands to bring water to my lips. It’s cold and refreshing, washing away some of the dust from a long day’s journey. My dragon friend shuffles in my hair, its tiny claws tinkling against my skin like small jingles. “I’d get you some water, too, but I’m not sure how you’d drink it,” I murmur to the creature. The dragon does not respond except for an approving chirp that ripples through its body and into my scalp.

“I'm also from Lyxant.” “Wow!” I grabbed the jug of water and poured it into my glass before I donned the entire content in one go. “You are like a real dragon???? Impossible!” “It's possible, darling.” He smiled at me. “I'm a dragon. A fire-breathing one.” “Can I touch you?” My eyes sparkled as I looked at him. I would have jumped across the counter just to touch him, but I had to hold myself back. “…” He gulped. I bet he'd never seen an overexcited fan. “You can.” He walked around the bar and got to my side. “You can touch me if it suits you.”