thefiredrake

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Do you think flattery will keep you alive? 

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Cats can be such hoarders.

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People’s hands fascinate me. It’s tempting to look at a businessman’s left hand and see if there’s an indentation from a missing wedding ring. Or maybe there’s a tan line and the skin is pressed down where’s he’s worked a ring off his finger.

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whenisayrunrun:

Beautiful  

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allyments:

ghibil:

yalsey:

GUYS LOOK AT THIS LIZARD IT’S CALLED A SATANIC LEAF GECKO DOESN’T IT LOOK LIKE A LITTLE DRAGON

i want to be this beautiful

I WANT TEN OF THESE!!!!!

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Benedict Cumberbatch reads R. Kelly’s “Genius” (x)

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starxshine:

He was conflicted. She could see it in his eyes. But in the end, desire won- as it often did with males -and he let her take control. For now, anyway. He was just discovering sex, so who really knew how long he would remain passive, especially given what he was. Dragons were not known for their submission. With her hand wrapped snugly around his length, she began a slow stroke as she leaned down over him. 

Her lips brushed over his temple, down his cheek, as soft as the flutter of butterfly wings. “You like that, Smaug? The way I touch you?” Her other hand slid up his thigh, to find his heavy sac and cradled it. She’d treat him to her mouth soon. But not quite yet. “You can touch me too, darling. Anyway you want to.” 

He nodded, half-ashamed. Smaug didn’t know what they were doing, only that it felt so good. So good that he wouldn’t mind doing it again...and again...and again. Add to that the fact that she was his MOTHER, and he might as well have damned himself. But he was a dragon, so he didn’t really think about that last bit too much. Instead, he looked up at her, tensing when she gripped something else. 

                                     “ I can? “

At first he still hesitated, before he cupped one breast, then watched as it bounced when he let go. She didn’t seem to mind that he palmed it longer, massaging the soft flesh. Curiosity soon gave way, and his hand started trailing down, attempting to reach the same spot between her legs. 

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starxshine:

…So he was doing what she thought he was. She recognized that this would be the turning point in their relationship. She could leave him be and they could continue as they were, like they always had been. Or she could help him. And by helping him, they would become lovers. There wouldn’t be a choice. Smaug was dragon. From the little that she knew of them, their sex drives were legendary. He would not be truly satisfied with just her hands and her mouth, and she wouldn’t deny him.

Not when, as she moved further into the room, her gaze moved watched as he stroked himself steadily. His skin was slick with sweat, his breathing harsh. His cock was big, long, pulsing with life. He was beautiful. When was the last time desire had hit her so hard? Eons, it felt. She discarded her clothes easily before climbing on the bed, her skin smooth to the touch. 

“I don’t want you to stop.” Her hand, smaller than his own, joined his were it was wrapped around his length. “Let me take care of you.”

Smaug glanced at her when she spoke, his eyes widening at her words. No, she was the woman who raised him. The one who was there for him when he started flying, when he first transformed... it wasn’t right. He was ashamed, up until the point where she removed her clothes and settled beside him, her hand wrapping around him.

                  “I...”

He could have pushed her off the bed or insisted that he could finish things easily. But her hand was soft, small, and very unlike his own. And her nipples were so tempting...

With a groan, he pressed his head further against the pillow at the sweet agony. 

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starxshine:

She huffed, her breath most likely hot against his skin. She still was not quite used to it, skin. It was smooth, yes, and bruised easily. But it was soft, which she liked. A small noise escaped as he started rubbing her, kneading her back. A groan, perhaps. Maybe a growl. Her backside wiggled, like a tail.

“Lower, papa. I ache lower.”

She nipped at his skin with strong teeth, nuzzling along his jaw. 

He complied, his hands moving further down to cup both of her buttocks with his hands. Kneading the soft, warm flesh, he squeezed both cheeks lightly, chuckling at the small bites she was leaving on his skin. 

                       “Here?”

Smaug slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing her sex slowly.

                       “Or here?”

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starxshine:

She cleaned up after she was done, but as Hokulani made her way past the room she had given Smaug heading for her own, she paused, head tilting slightly. What was that… was that… no, she had to be mistaken. Then again, at his core, he was a beast. And beasts were ruled by their instincts, no matter how intelligent. 

Feeling guilty for not knocking, she opened his door slowly so as not to completely scare him (she did not need him to burn down her cottage) but quick enough that he wouldn’t have to time… hide.

“Smaug?”

His mother’s voice shocked him from what he was doing, but he couldn’t stop. He was so close...close to bursting that he didn’t want to do anything but pump his length. Drops of pre-cum had dripped down the hot flesh and onto the side of his palm. A soft whine came from him then, and he tried shifting his body away from her gaze.

                    “I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop, Mother.”

Pressing his face against a pillow, he bit into it, muffling a moan. 

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@starxshine:

The desperation in his voice, his eyes, took her by surprise, especially as he practically jerked her across the table. She winced slightly at the vice grip he had on her hand, tried to hide it, but couldn’t quite; human looking or not, he still retained some of that dragon strength it seemed. While she was pretty strong in her own right, there was no denying, at least physically, Smaug could overpower her. 

That thought sent heat spiraling through her body, to her horror. 

“Calm down, Smaug.” She filled her voice, the air around them, with soothing warmth She turned her hand in his best she could, her thumb stroking the pulse in his wrist. “You’ll know, in time. There’s no need to rush. For now, let’s finish supper before it get’s cold.”

At first he wanted to protest, to insist that he needed to know. But he nodded, slumping back on his chair and releasing her hand, comforted by the warmth in her words. He was slower than usual, mainly because he wanted to ignore the continued ache in his groin. Finally he stood and asked to be excused, rushing off to his room once he was. 

Smaug was ashamed for a few seconds as he tugged his trousers down and began stroking himself. It eased the throbbing somewhat, and he repeated the gesture, stumbling back on his bed. He didn’t understand why he liked it so much, and a part of him didn’t want his ‘mother’ to know what he was doing. 

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@starxshine:

Kalapana spent the day ridding the place of vermin, clearly having the time of her feline life. While Smaug mended, Hoku cleaned, and she wasn’t sure who had the tougher job. There were layers of dirt in areas, mold, thick cobwebs. She did miss their old home, but she was determined to make this work. Anywhere she could be with Smaug was home, after all. The downstairs was more or less one big room divided, while upstairs was two rooms. She still had more cleaning to do, but she paused in order to make them something to eat. 

They cleaned up in the stream, then Smaug dropped on the salvageable sofa. She paused for a moment, before going over and laying on top of him, her face nuzzling into his neck. 

Humming at the weight of her body on his, he curled an arm over her back, locking her into a tight embrace. Smaug could smell some of the dust and dirt and sweat that their bath was unable to remove on her, but it hardly mattered. She still had that distinct feminine scent that he looked for, and he tilted his head up a little to give her better access to his neck.

                       “Poor hatchling.”

He all but crooned in her ear, nibbling at her soft earlobe. Their home was slowly taking shape, and if he cut down most of the wood from the furniture and other rotten boards, they would have enough logs to last them through the coming winter. All they needed to do now was finish cleaning the last few rooms and buy some needed pieces of furniture, like beds, chairs, and tables. But for now, he focused on kneading his fingers on her back, massaging the sore spots on Hokulani’s body.

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I have my humans trained well

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Smaug is dead!

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what have we done?