{"id":610,"date":"2022-06-16T23:03:19","date_gmt":"2022-06-17T02:03:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/?p=610"},"modified":"2022-06-16T23:17:33","modified_gmt":"2022-06-17T02:17:33","slug":"a-longing-whisper","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/dragons\/a-longing-whisper\/","title":{"rendered":"A Longing Whisper"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Finally, after so many days that had been windy, rainy, or just plain dreary, the sun was shining and the air was warm. Whisper perched on the windowsill, wing-arms spread, back to the sun, and luxuriated in it. The little wyvern could<\/em> fly in cold, windy, or rainy weather, but it wasn\u2019t very pleasurable beyond the mere fact of getting out of the house, and he\u2019d always come right back in to huddle by the fire. Being able to actually enjoy the weather again was so<\/em> welcome.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stretched up to curl his thumb-claws over the window casing, letting his wings relax yet still enjoy being outstretched before the sun, and cast his gaze over the room\u2019s other occupant. Cedric was dozing now, but he\u2019d been up before the sun rose, tending to the chores demanded of an apprentice sorcerer. Obviously the day had been well on its way to warming up when he came back here for his nap, because he hadn\u2019t even bothered pulling the covers over himself; he\u2019d just stripped down, sprawled out, and gone to sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The day was well along now, and Whisper\u2019s shadow fell mostly on the floor just in front of him. At the time Cedric had gone to sleep, though, the sun was streaming in, covering much of the bed; it was that warmth that had roused Whisper fully from his slumber. He hadn\u2019t really taken the time then to appreciate the sight, which was a bit of a shame, really, because by the shards of his own egg did he ever<\/em> enjoy looking upon his partner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

When Cedric had first called out for a spirit-partner, what his fellows in the world of studied magic called a \u201cfamiliar,\u201d those peers had called him lucky to get Whisper\u2019s attention. Not that a little blue wyvern was anything like a \u201cproper\u201d dragon, they\u2019d said, but it was almost<\/em> as good. Not that any of them had ever seen a \u201cproper\u201d dragon at all, nor would they ever, because the things didn\u2019t exist \u2014 at least not in the explored world. The whole image of them had probably come from someone seeing a large sort of wyvern and not quite getting a proper look. Actual scholars<\/em> knew it, but still the legends kept on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But no, as far as Whisper was concerned, he<\/em> was the lucky one. Lucky to have encountered someone with a zest for life that matched his own; someone friendly and kind, not like so many of his peers, always watching for weakness to exploit, even among themselves. Someone who\u2019d seen a small creature named Whisper Of The Morning Breeze and not thought to impose a name of his own choosing; who\u2019d viewed the wyvern not as a pet to be kept or a servant to be commanded, but a companion to be treasured. He\u2019d taken Whisper from a life of solitude and offered instead a chance to be truly connected, one soul to another. No matter the distance between them, even if the other was asleep, each was always aware of the other\u2019s presence. Never again would either of them be alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not that Cedric lacked for offers of company. The hare wasn\u2019t quite the ideal of masculinity as far as the villagers were concerned \u2013 their favourites were bulky, top-heavy, and ungainly in Whisper\u2019s eyes. But he was active and fit; much as he liked<\/em> his books, whether they held truth and lore or fantastic tales, he wasn\u2019t content<\/em> with them. He always wanted to see what lay over the horizon, around the next bend, in the coming day. He was lithe, lean, and limber, lightly-built yet with wiry power, and that<\/em> was a look Whisper could very much appreciate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Especially since his dreams had taken a turn for the interesting. The details didn\u2019t come across their bond \u2013 only when they were both<\/em> attentive to it could either actually sense the other\u2019s specific sensations \u2013but he could<\/em> feel the warmth, the need, the excitement that made his member stand proud over his stomach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whisper shivered, shook out his wings, and jumped from the windowsill to the foot of the bed. With his head held low, he gazed up along the considerable length of the hare\u2019s body; slim calves and toned thighs blanketed in short, fine brown fur, save for high up on his inner thighs where it turned creamy white; the even-finer white fuzz on his balls, plump and hanging loose in the warm sunlight; six delectable inches of pink penis, its thick head still half-shrouded in foreskin despite the drop of moisture clinging to its tip. One arm lay across the otherwise-flat expanse of white belly; beyond that, his chest offered somewhat more definition, accentuated by its slow rise and fall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The lust from Cedric\u2019s dreams helped spur along Whisper\u2019s own, but by no means was it the sole cause. No, this was far from the first time the sight of his partner had made his heart quicken and his shaft slip free of his slit; it just felt like he was at full, achingly-hard attention even faster than normal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whisper leaned one wing on the hare\u2019s sturdy thigh, his tongue darting forth, drawing in the scent of him. Cedric groaned softly, stirring, but while Whisper could feel through their bond that he was clawing towards wakefulness, he didn\u2019t fully rouse just yet. Soon enough. That meant there were two things Whisper could savour in the meantime: the unusually nebulous stirrings of pleasure and desire through their bond, so diffuse as to be almost all-consuming, and the very concrete details of the man lying before him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another flick of his tongue sifted through the fine fur on Cedric\u2019s balls, drawing in a welter of intensely masculine aromas. The next touched bare skin, gliding up along the hare\u2019s erect shaft from the base to about halfway up. That definitely got his attention, a slight upwards jerk of his penis accompanied by a soft, surprised grunt. Anything but deterred, Whisper tilted his head and curled his tongue right around that warm pole \u2014 once around, almost<\/em> twice; strain as he might, he couldn\u2019t quite<\/em> manage that second turn. Not without sacrificing the very pleasure of the act, at least.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cedric\u2019s hand settled atop Whisper\u2019s neck, stroking along it \u2014 up, down, and up again, then shifting to rub at the base of his small, conical horns. He certainly wasn\u2019t making any effort to dissuade his smaller partner, and so Whisper kept it up, loosening his grip a little bit so that he could slide his coiled tongue up and down the hare\u2019s flesh. The man\u2019s excitement was gaining focus as he woke up fully, just as eager for a bit of fun as Whisper himself, but while he shook off the last vestiges of sleep, he was content to let the wyvern set the pace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was so much hare to enjoy, Whisper couldn\u2019t just stay in one place for too<\/em> long. He clambered forward, right wing, then left, and that was enough to feel the heat of Cedric’s cock against his belly-scales. Cedric shivered and gasped, arching up off the bed somewhat. Whisper took the opportunity to splay his wings out and curl around his partner\u2019s lithe body, nuzzling into his soft white chest-fur, his own sinuous body pressed down against fine, sun-warmed fur, a shiver of his own chasing through him as his needy length nestled against the hare\u2019s thigh and balls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh, he needed this so<\/em> badly. Both of them did. And with the depth of that need, it wasn\u2019t likely to last long for either of them once they really<\/em> got going. But for the moment, Whisper savoured the sensations, his own and Cedric\u2019s alike as the hare mentally reached out to him. For a minute or two, they rested together, even closer than the physical embrace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whisper couldn\u2019t go for too<\/em> long with that hot rod against his stomach and not want more, though. He lifted his head, nuzzling his partner\u2019s wrist, and pulled himself up a bit further. His own slim, curvy rod slid against Cedric\u2019s thicker pole; he hissed, Cedric grunted and arched up against him. And still Whisper pulled himself farther forward, until that thick piece rested between his hindlegs and against the base of his tail, its blunt tip nudging right up under the latter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was only one thing that had ever made Whisper wish he were something other than what he was, and that was the feel of that hot cock down there. He\u2019d had a few chances to share how Cedric<\/em> felt when another man slid under his<\/em> short, fluffy spade of a tail; they\u2019d done enough cautious experimentation together to know that Whisper would enjoy such pleasures himself. Had<\/em> enjoyed them. But that had only ever been a careful finger; Whisper was just too small for Cedric to fuck him properly.<\/em> No matter how much he ached for it, yearned to feel that hot cock inside him, the warm splash of the hare\u2019s release deep inside, it just wouldn\u2019t fit without doing him serious harm. And he couldn\u2019t inflict that on the person he loved most dearly in all the world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All of which didn\u2019t make the yearning go away, especially not feeling him back there, so big, so hot, so tantalizingly close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One of the hare\u2019s hands cupped Whisper\u2019s jaw, the other sliding along his neck. \u201cMaybe someday,\u201d he murmured. Simple words, but even if they hadn\u2019t<\/em> had such conversations before, Whisper could sense the intent under them. Transmutation magic wasn\u2019t easy, and Cedric in particular struggled with envisioning something as other than it really was, to bring that vision into being; but he was still learning. Maybe in time, he\u2019d be able to manage something that would let them be lovers in every respect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For now, though, Whisper\u2019s desire had awakened a similar need in Cedric, and the hare\u2019s legs shifted, knees lifting, feet sliding up the sheets. His cock slid alongside Whisper\u2019s tail and haunch, his fingers trailing down the wyvern\u2019s spine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well, if they couldn\u2019t do everything,<\/em> they could still do plenty.<\/em> And if he couldn\u2019t get stuffed himself, he could<\/em> still share in Cedric\u2019s experience of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He accepted his partner\u2019s direction, shifting his weight onto his hindlegs and rearing up, wings reaching up to curl his thumb-claws over his partner\u2019s knees. Cedric grinned down at him, pushing up with one hand behind him, the other reaching down and in, curling around Whisper\u2019s cock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While Whisper could feel that Cedric enjoyed fondling him almost<\/em> as much as he himself enjoyed being stroked, that wasn\u2019t the point of this particular gesture. A tingling sensation awoke inside Whisper\u2019s body, around the root of his shaft; and each upward stroke of the hare\u2019s fingers drew out a measure of slick wetness. Maybe he couldn\u2019t yet reshape<\/em> either of their bodies, but he did<\/em> know how to coax a bit of extra performance out of them, enough to make his cock quite<\/em> slippery without needing to fuss with oils.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And since he had his hand on Whisper\u2019s cock anyway, that made it quite<\/em> easy for him to guide it under his balls and into him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAh, fuck,\u201d the hare hissed as that narrow tip found its mark and started spreading him open. \u201cFuck\u2014c\u2019mon, Whisper\u2014\u001d\u201d The words were almost redundant; Whisper could feel the excitement, the need<\/em> for that hard flesh to push inside him, just as real as his own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And since he couldn\u2019t satisfy the one, what else could<\/em> he do but dig his toes into the sheets, push forward, and satisfy the other?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No longer needed to guide Whisper\u2019s shaft, Cedric\u2019s hand found a new place on the wyvern\u2019s rump instead, doing his part to bring the two together. His head dipped down, one tall ear brushing alongside Whisper\u2019s jaw, his moan and the wyvern\u2019s own keening whine mingling. Two sounds, two throats, one need; in that moment, Whisper forgot all about his own particular longing, and he knew not only Cedric\u2019s fulfillment but his own. This was right;<\/em> whatever else they might<\/em> do together, or might have chosen to do even this time, right in that moment everything between them was right and good. The rush that swept through him, the surge of pleasure, the seed pumping out of him and into his soulmate\u2014those were all very fine things themselves, but in the moment they just underscored that the two were together.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGods, yes,\u201d Cedric breathed against Whisper\u2019s shoulder. As his fingers slid up and down the wyvern\u2019s spine, they were shaking\u2014or was that only Whisper himself, shaking enough for both of them in the throes of his release? It didn\u2019t matter; it was just one more sensation to treasure, right along with the hare\u2019s thigh against his tail, the snug warmth around his cock, and Cedric\u2019s own sense of the warm spire and warm, wet seed inside him, shared with relish across their bond.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As his ecstasy receded, the hare\u2019s own simmering need came to dominate his attention, even before it came to the fore of Cedric\u2019s own mind. Whisper knew well that his partner took longer to bring to a peak than he did, and neither of them had a problem with that; in fact, it made it that much easier for each to really<\/em> savour the other\u2019s climax. With his fading, now he craved Cedric\u2019s; and so he dipped his head in between them, tongue darting forth to snatch a moist drop from the head of Cedric\u2019s cock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A spike of excitement drove through Cedric\u2019s momentary lassitude, and with a soft kiss to the base of Whisper\u2019s skull, he let himself lean back, out of the way. His legs stayed propped up and pressed against Whisper\u2019s sides, but one hand took hold of his own cock, squeezing and stroking its shaft while Whisper lapped at its crown. If Cedric was of a mind to help him get his mouthful, who was he to complain? It wasn\u2019t like he<\/em> had hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Though he could<\/em> do a little more than just lick. He was still hard inside his partner, and if his cock was smaller than the hare\u2019s, it was still enough to reach some very<\/em> nice places. Tilting his body just so and gently churning, he felt a sudden surge of sensation through their link, accompanied by a gasp, a sharp thrust, and a firm squeeze around that buried length.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His mouth was busy and he wasn\u2019t about to stop what he was doing to speak, but that didn\u2019t mean he couldn\u2019t explicitly get his point across. He focused on one urgent thought \u2013 give it to me \u2013<\/em> before letting his mind turn to what he craved; the hot, sticky surge across his tongue, the cries\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He didn\u2019t need to spend very long doing that before Cedric grunted and shoved upwards, his cock bucking against Whisper\u2019s snout, spattering it with sticky white seed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes, Whisper enjoyed how much of a mess his bigger partner could make. This time, though, that simply would not do. He snatched Cedric\u2019s cockhead with his tongue and drew it right into his descending muzzle, suckling on it, tongue busily dancing a bit farther down. His snout pushed right down against the hare\u2019s clenched fist as he drank down his partner\u2019s thick spunk, shivers chasing through him that were born of some mixture of Cedric\u2019s pleasure and his own satisfied delight. One spurt after another he swallowed, while Cedric squirmed and panted and moaned, giving himself over to pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That was the sort of moment Whisper wished could last forever, but even though it couldn\u2019t, he was well-pleased by the time a trembling Cedric finally gave up his last drop and sank down against the bed, his breath starting to slow. Whisper lifted up and off his partner\u2019s cock, lifted his head high, and let the last sticky drops slide down his tongue and throat. Only then did he ease his own retreating length the rest of the way out of the hare\u2019s body and clamber a body-length upwards, nestling into the crook of one sprawled-out arm and tucking his snout against the hare\u2019s neck. \u201cI love you,\u201d he hissed over Cedric\u2019s jaw. \u201cYou complete me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLove you,\u201d Cedric mumbled back. \u201cSo glad you\u2019re feeling better.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With some measure of guilt, Whisper recalled that the last few chilly days had<\/em> left him a bit sulky. But it was impossible to sink too deep into that sort of thought with the gentle post-sex bliss settling upon them both. \u201cSo am I,\u201d he sighed, shifting to nestle in a bit closer still against the hare\u2019s soft, sun-warm fur. For a moment, he tried to summon a few more words, but really, what more needed<\/em> to be said? In this moment, they were together and they were happy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Really, that was all that mattered.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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