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Vince
A blackish-red charmeleon was sprawled contently atop a sun-warmed boulder, happily soaking in the rays. The midday sunlight bounced almost glaringly off his reddish-white underside. The brown goggles that normally would have magnified his hazel eyes revealed that they were presently closed in complete relaxation.
His hind legs loosely hugged the sides of the boulder while his thick tail was draped across its flattest portion. He lazily allowed the white fiery tip droop just over the edge. From a distance, one would have assumed him to be sleeping. Certainly the calm rippling of the nearby lake could have soothed any savage beast, but he was neither savage nor asleep. The beauty of the lakeside had inspired him into certain other activities.
His mouth was open wide in a smile; he lifted his right arm toward it so that his claws hovered just above his inviting and outstretched tongue. He dipped the middle bone down into his maw and slapped his tongue against it. He swiveled the muscle all along its solid surface until the claw glistened with a thin layer of saliva. He then took care in removing the digit from his mouth and lowered it toward its intended destination.
He allowed droplets of his own saliva to drip onto his scales until his claw encountered an opening at the base of his tail where he dipped the soaked digit carefully down into it. He winced at the initial discomfort of the penetration, but relaxed as he pressed further and carefully into himself, moaning pleasurably all the way. He stopped at the knuckle, sighing at the sensation of fullness his entire claw brought him.
A shining gold charmeleon approached the boulder and, more specifically, its occupant. He had been attracted by the sounds of arousal and grinned mischievously at his discovery. Without so much as asking for the darker charmeleon's permission, he reached down with his right claw and gently traced a circle around a second slit located just above the presently occupied rear.
"Hi, there," The gold charmeleon pleasantly said, resting the tip of his claw above the other male's slit. "Getting a little excited?" He asked. He raised his claw a little, allowing the darker charmeleon's cock to exit slowly from its compartment.
The darker charmeleon opened his eyes in surprise and looked over at the new arrival. "What? Oh!" He began before gasping in surprise. "Who are you?" He asked.
"Vince," Answered the gold charmeleon. "And what do they call you, partner?" He nearly emphasized the word 'partner', sending a tickling shiver down the darker charmeleon's spine at the very notion.
"Vandal," He voiced through another gasp. He slipped his claw out from his rear and stared in shock at the stranger. "What are you doing?" He asked.
Instead of answering outright, Vince gingerly pinched the tip of Vandal's cock and began stroking it slowly to coax it further out from its slit. He stopped abruptly and rested the tip of his middle claw atop Vandal's growing cock almost dangerously. "Isn't it obvious? I'm helping you," He replied.
Vandal clumsily rolled off the rock and barely managed to land on his claws and knees. The scare from the fall had quickly caused his cock to shrink back into its hidey hole. Vince moved toward him with mock concern and lifted Vandal's chin with a single claw so that their gazes met. "What's wrong?" He asked with a smile.
Vandal backed away and ended up falling awkwardly onto his rump. "Why are you coming onto me?" He asked, sounding a little frightened. "Why did you think it was okay to touch me like that?" He demanded.
Vince lost his smile and looked genuinely hurt and concerned. "I'm sorry, I kind of lost control when I saw you like that," He admitted. "I didn't mean to hurt or scare you." Vandal looked at him hard, struggling to think of something to say. "I thought, from the way you were touching yourself, this was something you liked." Vince said.
"Even if it's something I like, it doesn't mean I'll let any passerby have their way with me," Vandal said defensively, but his eyes betrayed him and seemed to say otherwise.
"Is it something you like?" Vince asked with a grin.
"Um," Vandal began, but he could not seem to form an adequate reply and Vince was not interested in hearing one.
Vandal blushed at his own embarrassment and at the flattering interest of another charmeleon male. Vince moved toward him and helped slowly guide him onto his back in the soft patch of grass in which they found themselves. Vandal did not fight him off that time and even smiled up at Vince as he gave into his more primal desires. "Oh, what the hell?" Vandal said.
Vandal laid down his tail and relaxed his legs, exposing himself to the other charmeleon, who was standing over him with a smirk. Vandal placed the middle claw on his left arm to his mouth and suckled on it gently as he had done before. When he lifted the claw out from his mouth and moved it toward his rear, however, Vince intercepted it with one of his claws and brushed it aside. Vandal looked at him in confusion. "Relax, I'm going to take over for awhile." Vince explained with a wink.
Vince sat beside him and lowered his right arm down toward Vandal's face, who latched onto it gently with his own claws and guided its digits onto his tongue. He thoroughly lapped at each claw individually, measuring his licks so that they all soon glistened from his efforts. Vince giggled at the sensation as Vandal proved enthusiastic; he extended his tongue as far as the shining scales in between Vince's claws.
He eventually released Vince's arm when the gold charmeleon started pulling it away from him. Vandal then placed his own claws beneath his head, allowing Vince to do with and to him as he pleased. Vince eagerly accepted the invitation and began by poking at Vandal's rear quite teasingly, alternating between claws.
His digits seemed to dance all around Vandal's opening for awhile, which began driving him a little crazy. Vince grinned as Vandal raked the ground with his hind claws, tensing up at the playful touch. Rather than digging into Vandal, Vince dragged the smooth underside of his middle claw along Vandal's tail and away from his rear.
Vandal whimpered at the other charmeleon's refusal to penetrate him at that point, causing Vince to smile again. He then grabbed onto Vandal's tail and lifted it toward his head. His tongue soon brushed against the smooth whitish-red scales and, from there, he slid his tongue downward until his muzzle tapped gently against the base of the tail. Vandal closed his eyes and sighed pleasantly at the contact, it was the only endorsement Vince needed to continue.
He navigated his mouth around Vandal's rear and rested his tongue atop his cock slit, teasingly applying some pressure against it, parting Vandal's folds only slightly. Vince continued holding onto Vandal's tail with one set of claws while moving the other set toward a more sensitive region on Vandal's body. It was not long before the middle claw of his left limb had encountered the rim of Vandal's rear. Vandal's body trembled in delight at the contact. The two charmeleons exchanged silent smiles; Vince looked a little awkward grinning with his tongue pressed atop Vandal's slit.
Vandal's cock began sliding out from its hiding place and encountered the mouth of an eager charmeleon. Vince orbited its red and pulsing veined surface with his tongue, succeeding in enticing it further into his accepting and gentle maw. Vandal trembled and his breath became erratic at having been stimulated almost to the point of a full erection. Vince was only too happy to assist him in achieving it by wrapping his mouth carefully around it, shielding it from his teeth with his tender tongue.
Vince bobbed his head up and down along Vandal's length. After descending twice onto the cushioning surface of Vandal's scales, Vince started treating a new angle of the cock with his tongue with every additional lift of the head. He deliberately slurped at Vandal's crimson member as noisily and obnoxiously as possible, which only added to Vandal's heightening pleasure.
Vandal experienced an additional surprise when Vince triggered a new layer of ecstasy to their shared experience. Vince slowly pressed the claw that had been idling atop Vandal's rear into him. Vandal cringed and looked over to Vince in worry; the shiny charmeleon's assuring gaze was enough to sooth him. He even nodded once to Vince, who then pushed his entire claw into him, albeit cautiously so as not to harm Vandal. Vandal shut his eyes tight and clenched and unclenched his hind claws at having been racked with the delightful feeling of fullness. It was especially wonderful to have been filled by another who seemed so eager to become intimate with him.
Vince continued snacking on Vandal's cock, delighting in its living warmth and veined texture. He even so much as received a sampling of Vandal's cum when a spurt of pre squirted onto his tongue. He gulped down the milky and bitter ooze before lifting his mouth off the crimson length entirely. Vandal frowned, "Don't stop, please."
"That's enough of that," Vince said with his head hovering just above Vandal's cock. "We don't want to get too messy too soon," He teased.
He then pulled his claw up and back until only the tip remained inside Vandal, serving to keep his rear open to further abuse. He then plunged back in at such a sluggish pace as to agonize Vandal. His jaw hung slack, his tongue dripped saliva onto his maw, and his eyes widened dramatically, expressing his need for more. "Please go faster," He whispered.
Vince opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it in a smirk. He continued pushing into Vandal with such a deliberate slowness that Vandal released a particularly loud gasp when Vince had managed his entire claw inside him a second time. Vince rested his claw there for a moment and issued Vandal's cock a firm and extended lick from base to tip and back down again. Vandal convulsed in ecstasy, tightly shutting his eyes at the unfulfilling touch.
He opened his eyes again when Vince had unexpectedly yanked his claw mostly out of him only to jam it back in. Vince was precise in his motion so that only pleasure was induced upon Vandal. He rocked his claw back and forth inside Vandal while occasionally providing his cock with a little tongue action. His licks were few and far in between, however, and were hardly enough to keep Vandal erect.
From the ensuing penetrations, Vandal could hardly manage to keep his eyes open or his mouth shut. Pre dribbled almost freely down his cock, which Vince was only to happy to collect onto his tongue. Vince swallowed whatever he could while continuing to pound the male's ass with only a claw. Vandal felt himself edging, but Vince refused him the treatment that would most certainly send him over the top.
Vandal became agitated and resorted to trying to touch himself for release. Vince noticed movement out of the corners of his eyes and swiftly intercepted. He pulled away from Vandal's crotch and even removed his claw from the darker charmeleon's rear. He straddled himself atop Vandal's belly, effectively impeding him, and grabbed onto Vandal's claws in a grapple. Vandal's cock pressed up against the base of Vince's tail in that motion, smearing it with a dot of pre.
Vandal opened his mouth to speak, but Vince bent his head down and seized the given opportunity by delivering a passionate kiss. Vandal recovered from the sudden surprise and returned the kiss. Vince angled his head a little and pressed forward so that their mouths overlapped one another. Tongues touched and playfully wrestled for mere seconds, but Vince soon broke the kiss to Vandal's returning despair. Vince smiled down at him as he licked his own mouth clean of saliva, drinking in both their fluids. Vandal perked up a little when Vince bent down again and lapped at his face.
Vandal arched his neck and clenched his digits within Vince's grasp. Vince had begun sliding himself back along his belly, gliding his scales across Vandal's dripping cock. Vandal cringed as his cock was bent almost backwards. Vince kept his head close to Vandal's face to bring him comfort even as his rear began massaging the sensitive reptilian length, smiling throughout the entire ride. "No, not there." Vince whispered, releasing his hot breath onto Vandal's quivering mouth.
He kept moving back so that the tip of Vandal's cock practically bounced past his rim. It soon encountered another opening, Vince's cock slit. It had already parted slightly as though inviting Vandal's cock over to play. Vince did not stop there and, as a result, his own penis began to poke its way out and against the other male's erection. When their cock tips met, both charmeleons gasped at a mutual release of pre.
Vince elevated himself a little, allowing Vandal's length to snap back onto his own belly. Vandal flinched, not from pain, but from the sudden and shocking feeling. Vince lowered himself again, but only slightly so that their cocks hardly managed to touch. Vince then brought their arms together before releasing Vandal's claws and deftly grabbing onto his wrists, binding them together with his right-hand claws. Vandal seemed confused. "Don't worry," Vince assured, smiling. "I got you."
He reached down in between their bellies with his freed set of claws where he curled his left digits around both their lengths, pressing them together. He not only started stroking both himself and Vandal off, but he also slid himself subtly back and forth in conjunction with the motion. If that weren't enough to magnify their pleasure, Vince pressed Vandal's claws against his chest and navigated his head back down toward Vandal's gasping mouth. Vandal's breath stilled for hardly a second when he received another kiss from the very affectionate male.
Vandal continued edging to the very tactile and controlled motions of the shiny charmeleon. Their second kiss ended a little sooner than Vandal would have liked. Vince was kind enough to deliver a prolonged lick across Vandal's extended and wanting tongue, however. "I hope your ready," Vince whispered, "Because I'm going to ride you raw." A drooling Vandal was suddenly aware of the fact that the other male had, through his gradual grinding, achieved his full length and girth.
Vince released their cocks and brought his now freed set of claws back toward Vandal's wrists. Vince transferred Vandal's right arm into his left digits before forcing both of Vandal's wrists onto the ground on either side of his head. Vandal looked up at Vince with pitiable helplessness and dire need etched into his features. Vince only chuckled as he continued flaunting his control.
Vince inched his way back, sliding his cock loosely across Vandal's aching member. His tip rested, for a moment, at the base of Vandal's dick where he pressed his own length gently against the edge of Vandal's slit. Vandal squirmed beneath the toying male. His fidgeting continued after he felt Vince's cock leave his slit because it was moved toward an almost equally sensitive region of his body.
Vandal's squirming intensified. He felt every firm segment of Vince's veined length slide against his rear and just along the base of his tail. Vince eventually started testing the tip of his dick against Vandal's opening. Vandal gasped as soon as he felt pre splatter against his entryway; Vince seized the opportunity to thrust into him. In one swift and forced motion, Vince managed little more than the head into Vandal. "Yes," Vince softly cried in a small moment of victory
Vandal screamed once in pain from being so sharply penetrated, he even lifted his hind legs to grasp onto something to squeeze, something into which he could transfer his discomfort. Vandal's feet grabbed onto the only thing available and within their reach, Vince's tail. Realizing what he had latched onto, Vandal took care only to squeeze into the thick appendage with his toes and not with his claws. Vince craned his head and released a particularly loud gasp at the contact.
Vandal looked into Vince's eyes and smiled at the sight of an undeniable and squinty-eyed pleasure in the returned gaze. He proceeded to abuse Vince's revealed weakness, massaging the tail within his footsy grasp, albeit clumsily. His claws scratched pleasantly against Vince's scales, relieving him of itches he had not even noticed before. His toes groped Vince's flesh, squishing it gently between their knuckles and relaxing the muscles beneath it. Vandal also found it much easier to treat the other male to his sensual touch by pushing one leg forward and pulling the other one back. The shining tail twitched about like a fish out of water, but in spite of its wildest efforts, it could not free itself from Vandal's true grip.
Vince seemed to lose it between pitiful whines, heavy gasps, and warm pants, all of which sounded pleasure-induced. Vince's cock had idled inside Vandal ever since he had grabbed onto the golden tail. Vandal enjoyed playing around with Vince, but he had expected more from him, so he rested both his hind claws near the base of Vince's tail and reexamined his face. Seeing the sudden docility in Vince's eyes helped make Vandal aware that his arms were only being loosely pinned to the ground at that point.
Vandal forced Vince's arms off him and gently grabbed onto the face of the suddenly changed male. "What's wrong?" Vandal asked with a hiss. "What happened to taking me over?" He accompanied that remark with a squeeze against Vince's tail, eliciting a half-gasp and half-whimper from him.
"My tail, it-" Vince began only to moan as soon as Vandal's hind claws resumed sliding across the length of his tail.
"Yeah, I've noticed," Vandal remarked. "Now, finish what you've started," He ordered. "Ride Me Raw" He punctuated each of those three simple words with a firm squeeze of his toes against the sides of Vince's tail.
Vandal's eyes narrowed, his soft smile showed he was done taking things slow. Vince gulped, Vandal had the look of someone who would confidently take what he wanted if it was not soon afforded to him. Vince opened his mouth to reply, but a claw, bordered by darkly colored scales, was pressed against his snout in a demand for silence. "Do it, now," Vandal calmly commanded.
Vince complied with the order and lowered his groin, feeding more of his cock into the demanding male. He found it difficult to concentrate, however, and even had to pause on a few occasions as Vandal clenched and unclenched his claws carefully against his tail. What maximized Vince's pleasure, however, was Vandal's accommodating rear. Vandal's passage hugged his cock, but not too tightly as he pressed forward and further into him. By having his cock and tail massaged simultaneously and in two very different ways, Vince could not keep himself from spreading pre all around Vandal's hot and welcoming insides.
Vandal was hardly able to do more with his feet than grope Vince's tail. He felt a wonderful sensation of fullness as Vince's meaty length burrowed its way further into him. The intense stimulation was enough for him to release a powerful shot of pre against Vince's stomach. When Vince eventually hilted, Vandal realized he was squeezing the tail within his claws almost too roughly. Vince relished the additional pressure, which was made evident by the way he dug his claws into the ground by Vandal's sides.
Vince rested for a moment and moaned directly into Vandal's open mouth. Vandal had retained his hold on Vince's muzzle, which he pulled so that their gaping maws connected. Vince proved his eagerness for additional affection by slapping his tongue all around Vandal's mouth. Vandal caught the wild muscle with his own tongue and wrestled it in a passionate, albeit strenuous, kiss. Both males exhaled hot breath through their flared nostrils and onto the other's snout.
As they continued kissing, Vince pushed off the ground with his hind legs and effectively removed all but the head of his dick from Vandal. He then dropped back down, slipping his cock comfortably and pleasurably back inside. Vandal, meanwhile, pedaled his hind claws back and forth across Vince's tail. He pressed his toes experimentally along it, probing it for its most sensitive areas. Vince shuddered and his breathing hardened with each of Vandal's pokes against his tail and from every time he squeezed it, whether in between his toes or the bottoms of his feet.
Vandal succeeded in exciting Vince who began thrusting in and out of him a bit more rapidly than he would have liked. The pumping of Vince's cock against his rear was intense and left him feeling a little sore, but whatever discomfort he felt dissolved at the enormity of the pleasure he experienced. He tightened his grip against Vince's tail, locking his toes into place as though to anchor himself to something or, more accurately, someone. Vandal felt himself rocking back and forth across the ground almost in time with Vince's penetrations.
Neither of them could maintain the kiss and ended up breaking it. They opened their mouths and slid their tongues across one another until the tips touched and parted, forming s thick string of saliva between them. They smiled as Vince not only continued to ride Vandal, but became increasingly rough, slapping his groin in between Vandal's thighs audibly with every downward thrust. "Oh, god," Vandal gasped. "Touch me, damn it!" He swore. "Rub me off!"
"I'll, nmff, try!" Vince replied in between gasps.
Vince lifted his upper body to make room for his right arm, which he navigated beneath his tummy and toward Vandal's unattended cock. Vandal shot another impressive dose of pre, most of it struck Vince's open palm. Despite the sudden surprise, Vince managed to wrap his digits around Vandal's length and nearly scratched his claws against it when Vandal issued his tail a powerful squeeze. "Careful...please," Vince pleaded, but Vandal only replied with a sly grin.
Vince did his best to stroke Vandal in time with each of his thrusts, but the male beneath him was deliberately making it difficult by continuing to squeeze and rub his tail. Vandal was not completely to blame, however; he had been skyrocketed onto an entirely new plateau of pleasure as soon as Vince began milking his cock to the best of his ability. Vandal squirmed and carelessly kneaded Vince's tail with his feet and hind claws, leaving shallow scratch marks across his scales.
Having received exactly what he had lusted after ever since before he and Vince met, Vandal finally reached his climax. His cock pulsed and released several strong spurts of hot fire-type seed. His legs slipped from Vince's tail and fell limply onto the ground. His mouth gaped awkwardly and his tongue hung out and to the side. He had shut his eyes to hide his unfocused gaze as his body was rendered useless against the waves of irrefutable pleasure.
Vince had caught some of Vandal's cum with his claw. Its warmth, its thick and slick texture, and its funky smell all drove him to his own orgasm. He braced himself for the inevitable by burying his hind claws into the ground and slamming his front ones harmlessly beside Vandal's head. He lowered his head, resting his snout against Vandal's chest as he thrust into him one more time.
Vandal weakly reached up to Vince's head and rested his left claws atop his bony protrusion as he felt himself being filled with a powerful blast of semen. Vince trembled from the effort of keeping himself upright as he was nearly overwhelmed with mind-numbing ecstasy. His cock kept pouring thick creamy cum into Vandal and he could not last much longer against such a wonderful feeling. Vandal was vaguely aware of Vince's fight against his body and tried guiding him down to accept and give in.
Vandal's touch was enough to topple the shiny chameleon. Vince collapsed atop him and his claw slide out from underneath him, leaving inches-deep claw marks in the ground. Both of them felt excess cum leak out from Vandal's rear, painting their scales with a thick layer of off-white wherever it touched. Vince's cum rode nearly the entire length of Vandal's tail and trickled off to the sides at certain points. Vandal's seed, on the other paw, had splattered both charmeleons and smeared collectively against their chests and bellies.
Both their streams eventually trickled to a finish. Both relaxed and embraced one another during the following minutes, enjoying one another's warmth. They rested in their own mess, gasping for a long time to catch their breath and to recover. Vandal was kind enough to caress Vince's back with his claws. Vince took care to return the favor and gently stroked Vandal's head.
"We're a bit messy," Vince pointed out.
"Mhm," Vandal replied and then lifted his head to lick Vince's face. "Want to get cleaned up?" He asked with a wink.
Vince blushed as soon as he realized what Vandal meant. "Sure!" He exclaimed.
Vandal suddenly pushed his claws up against Vince's chest and forced him off and to the side. Vince rolled awkwardly in the grass until he was lying on his back. Vince turned his head and looked toward Vandal in confusion, but Vandal had already stood up, granting Vince a view of his cum-stained legs and tail. Vandal placed himself atop Vince so that he was facing away from the shiny charmeleon. Vince received an eyeful of Vandal's sticky tail and gaping rear, which continued to leak droplets of semen. Vince gasped as soon as Vandal dropped his body weight atop him, pressing their bellies together. "Comfy?" Vandal asked.
Vandal teasingly traced a claw along the minor scratches he had recently etched into Vince's tail. Vince winced almost from the burning discomfort, but the pleasure he received outweighed the minor pain. Vandal even began groping the tail along the areas he knew were most sensitive to his touch. Vince writhed and gasped beneath him, causing Vandal to chuckle. He doubled his efforts to remain atop Vince without ever ceasing or slowing in handling his tail. Vandal then lowered his mouth and planted a kiss atop Vince's cock slit, earning him a moan from the pinned charmeleon.
Vandal turned his head back toward Vince and lifted his tail and hind legs so that at least one of his eyes met Vince's gaze. "Aren't you going to clean me?" He asked, feigning puzzlement. "You certainly made a mess of me, it's only fair that you lick it up."
Vince blushed and craned his head up toward Vandal's tail in an attempt to reach it with his tongue. Vandal raised it higher and swished it back and forth away from Vince's reach. Vince soon resorted to grabbing onto it by the base and moved his claws upward so that he could pull the feisty thing toward his face. "Gotchya," Vince declared; Vandal conceded, his tail became limp and he so much as lowered his legs and tail to make Vince's job a little easier.
Vince performed as best he could with the limited range granted to him by his tongue and neck. He was able to start licking just above the base of Vandal's tail where he immediately started peeling off layers of cum, which almost dissolved in his mouth. Vince did not bother spitting anything out as he pressed his tongue firmly against Vandal's scales to ensure they gleamed in the sun when he finished. He opted to swallow his own seed, which had intermixed a little with Vandal's own. Vandal sighed pleasantly at the mere gulping sound Vince made whenever he swallowed a mouthful of their cum.
Vince accidentally poked his teeth against Vandal whenever the reckless charmeleon pressed down on an exceptionally sensitive portion of Vince's tail. He fortunately managed not to pierce Vandal's skin and even managed to navigate his head toward one side of Vandal's tail. He reached the thinner lines of dried up and runoff cum with his tongue and dutifully removed them from Vandal. He provided a similar treatment to the other side before returning his tongue to the middle.
"That feels good," Vandal remarked. "I think I should return the favor."
"Oh, please don't, not that. Anything but that," Vince pleaded, but his tone clearly expressed his desire.
Vandal scooted along Vince's belly with his tongue pressed down atop his scales so that it skated across Vince's slit and skipped off his rear. Vandal's mouth swiftly encountered its target, Vince's tail. He slapped his tongue left to right and then right to left across the thick of it, eliciting a few soft moans from Vince. His tongue danced madly across the base for awhile, causing Vince to squirm to their mutual delight.
Vandal glided his mouth down toward a more manageable segment of Vince's tail where he retracted his tongue and wrapped his teeth gingerly around the golden scales. He felt Vince quiver beneath him as he applied a little extra pressure, nibbling his tail tenderly and taking care not to poke any holes in him. Vandal caught some of Vince' flesh within his mouth which he stretched and sucked on for a few seconds before releasing it. He smiled as he watched Vince's scales return to their normal shape and pattern as they flattened back into the adjoining tail.
Vince had managed to clean what he could of Vandal's tail, removing layers of cum with his erratic tongue all the while that Vandal messed around with his tail. Wherever Vince had dutifully licked, Vince's scales gleamed brilliantly in the sun. Vince, however, sought to get back at Vandal by targeting his weak spot.
Vince bent his head forward and extended his tongue toward Vince's outstretched rim and inhaled the scent of recent musk and warm cum. Vandal's passage was definitely redder than the scales surrounding it from the relentless pounding it had received. Vince was hardly able to concentrate as Vandal continued to nibble and lick his tail in a merciless manner. Vince resorted to plunging forward and randomly and repetitively smacked his tongue against Vandal. Sometimes he managed a lick directly across Vandal's tail-hole, other times he aimed too far ahead and encountered the scales in between Vandal's two passages.
It was Vandal's turn to squirm as he found it increasingly difficult to lap and nip at Vince's tail. He eventually stopped altogether and tightly hugged Vince's tail against himself. Vince immediately convulsed and very nearly ended up burying his snout into Vandal; it was fortunate that Vandal was not quite stretched out enough to accommodate him. Vince rested for a moment and Vandal relaxed his grip as soon as Vince's mouth departed from his rear. "Don't stop," Vandal requested while burying his forehead into Vince's tail.
"I have a better idea," Vince spoke up.
Vandal looked back at him curiously, waving his tail to the side in order to better examine him. "What is it?" He asked.
"I'll show you if you turn around," Vince replied softly.
Vandal slowly and carefully rotated himself atop Vince. The shiny charmeleon winced and groaned as Vandal's bones poked against him on a few occasions. When Vandal was nearly all turned around, Vince grabbed onto his sides and helped guide him the rest of the way. "Sorry," Vandal apologized while blushing.
"It's okay," Vince assured him.
Vince then pushed Vandal so that he rolled once and onto his side, but Vince rolled with him so that they both continued resting in the grass with their eyes set on the other. Vandal stared silently at Vince in contentment and allowed him to do to and with him as he pleased just like before. Vince wordlessly smiled back, neither needed to speak at that point.
Vince wrapped his arms around Vandal's back and embraced him in a compassionate hug. Vandal returned the hug and rested his head across Vince's neck. When they had nearly settled comfortably in each other's warmth, Vince draped his tail across Vandal's legs. Vandal mimicked the gesture by laying his tail directly atop and almost evenly across it. The flaming tips of their tails connected and blazed brighter than they had ever done individually.
His hind legs loosely hugged the sides of the boulder while his thick tail was draped across its flattest portion. He lazily allowed the white fiery tip droop just over the edge. From a distance, one would have assumed him to be sleeping. Certainly the calm rippling of the nearby lake could have soothed any savage beast, but he was neither savage nor asleep. The beauty of the lakeside had inspired him into certain other activities.
His mouth was open wide in a smile; he lifted his right arm toward it so that his claws hovered just above his inviting and outstretched tongue. He dipped the middle bone down into his maw and slapped his tongue against it. He swiveled the muscle all along its solid surface until the claw glistened with a thin layer of saliva. He then took care in removing the digit from his mouth and lowered it toward its intended destination.
He allowed droplets of his own saliva to drip onto his scales until his claw encountered an opening at the base of his tail where he dipped the soaked digit carefully down into it. He winced at the initial discomfort of the penetration, but relaxed as he pressed further and carefully into himself, moaning pleasurably all the way. He stopped at the knuckle, sighing at the sensation of fullness his entire claw brought him.
A shining gold charmeleon approached the boulder and, more specifically, its occupant. He had been attracted by the sounds of arousal and grinned mischievously at his discovery. Without so much as asking for the darker charmeleon's permission, he reached down with his right claw and gently traced a circle around a second slit located just above the presently occupied rear.
"Hi, there," The gold charmeleon pleasantly said, resting the tip of his claw above the other male's slit. "Getting a little excited?" He asked. He raised his claw a little, allowing the darker charmeleon's cock to exit slowly from its compartment.
The darker charmeleon opened his eyes in surprise and looked over at the new arrival. "What? Oh!" He began before gasping in surprise. "Who are you?" He asked.
"Vince," Answered the gold charmeleon. "And what do they call you, partner?" He nearly emphasized the word 'partner', sending a tickling shiver down the darker charmeleon's spine at the very notion.
"Vandal," He voiced through another gasp. He slipped his claw out from his rear and stared in shock at the stranger. "What are you doing?" He asked.
Instead of answering outright, Vince gingerly pinched the tip of Vandal's cock and began stroking it slowly to coax it further out from its slit. He stopped abruptly and rested the tip of his middle claw atop Vandal's growing cock almost dangerously. "Isn't it obvious? I'm helping you," He replied.
Vandal clumsily rolled off the rock and barely managed to land on his claws and knees. The scare from the fall had quickly caused his cock to shrink back into its hidey hole. Vince moved toward him with mock concern and lifted Vandal's chin with a single claw so that their gazes met. "What's wrong?" He asked with a smile.
Vandal backed away and ended up falling awkwardly onto his rump. "Why are you coming onto me?" He asked, sounding a little frightened. "Why did you think it was okay to touch me like that?" He demanded.
Vince lost his smile and looked genuinely hurt and concerned. "I'm sorry, I kind of lost control when I saw you like that," He admitted. "I didn't mean to hurt or scare you." Vandal looked at him hard, struggling to think of something to say. "I thought, from the way you were touching yourself, this was something you liked." Vince said.
"Even if it's something I like, it doesn't mean I'll let any passerby have their way with me," Vandal said defensively, but his eyes betrayed him and seemed to say otherwise.
"Is it something you like?" Vince asked with a grin.
"Um," Vandal began, but he could not seem to form an adequate reply and Vince was not interested in hearing one.
Vandal blushed at his own embarrassment and at the flattering interest of another charmeleon male. Vince moved toward him and helped slowly guide him onto his back in the soft patch of grass in which they found themselves. Vandal did not fight him off that time and even smiled up at Vince as he gave into his more primal desires. "Oh, what the hell?" Vandal said.
Vandal laid down his tail and relaxed his legs, exposing himself to the other charmeleon, who was standing over him with a smirk. Vandal placed the middle claw on his left arm to his mouth and suckled on it gently as he had done before. When he lifted the claw out from his mouth and moved it toward his rear, however, Vince intercepted it with one of his claws and brushed it aside. Vandal looked at him in confusion. "Relax, I'm going to take over for awhile." Vince explained with a wink.
Vince sat beside him and lowered his right arm down toward Vandal's face, who latched onto it gently with his own claws and guided its digits onto his tongue. He thoroughly lapped at each claw individually, measuring his licks so that they all soon glistened from his efforts. Vince giggled at the sensation as Vandal proved enthusiastic; he extended his tongue as far as the shining scales in between Vince's claws.
He eventually released Vince's arm when the gold charmeleon started pulling it away from him. Vandal then placed his own claws beneath his head, allowing Vince to do with and to him as he pleased. Vince eagerly accepted the invitation and began by poking at Vandal's rear quite teasingly, alternating between claws.
His digits seemed to dance all around Vandal's opening for awhile, which began driving him a little crazy. Vince grinned as Vandal raked the ground with his hind claws, tensing up at the playful touch. Rather than digging into Vandal, Vince dragged the smooth underside of his middle claw along Vandal's tail and away from his rear.
Vandal whimpered at the other charmeleon's refusal to penetrate him at that point, causing Vince to smile again. He then grabbed onto Vandal's tail and lifted it toward his head. His tongue soon brushed against the smooth whitish-red scales and, from there, he slid his tongue downward until his muzzle tapped gently against the base of the tail. Vandal closed his eyes and sighed pleasantly at the contact, it was the only endorsement Vince needed to continue.
He navigated his mouth around Vandal's rear and rested his tongue atop his cock slit, teasingly applying some pressure against it, parting Vandal's folds only slightly. Vince continued holding onto Vandal's tail with one set of claws while moving the other set toward a more sensitive region on Vandal's body. It was not long before the middle claw of his left limb had encountered the rim of Vandal's rear. Vandal's body trembled in delight at the contact. The two charmeleons exchanged silent smiles; Vince looked a little awkward grinning with his tongue pressed atop Vandal's slit.
Vandal's cock began sliding out from its hiding place and encountered the mouth of an eager charmeleon. Vince orbited its red and pulsing veined surface with his tongue, succeeding in enticing it further into his accepting and gentle maw. Vandal trembled and his breath became erratic at having been stimulated almost to the point of a full erection. Vince was only too happy to assist him in achieving it by wrapping his mouth carefully around it, shielding it from his teeth with his tender tongue.
Vince bobbed his head up and down along Vandal's length. After descending twice onto the cushioning surface of Vandal's scales, Vince started treating a new angle of the cock with his tongue with every additional lift of the head. He deliberately slurped at Vandal's crimson member as noisily and obnoxiously as possible, which only added to Vandal's heightening pleasure.
Vandal experienced an additional surprise when Vince triggered a new layer of ecstasy to their shared experience. Vince slowly pressed the claw that had been idling atop Vandal's rear into him. Vandal cringed and looked over to Vince in worry; the shiny charmeleon's assuring gaze was enough to sooth him. He even nodded once to Vince, who then pushed his entire claw into him, albeit cautiously so as not to harm Vandal. Vandal shut his eyes tight and clenched and unclenched his hind claws at having been racked with the delightful feeling of fullness. It was especially wonderful to have been filled by another who seemed so eager to become intimate with him.
Vince continued snacking on Vandal's cock, delighting in its living warmth and veined texture. He even so much as received a sampling of Vandal's cum when a spurt of pre squirted onto his tongue. He gulped down the milky and bitter ooze before lifting his mouth off the crimson length entirely. Vandal frowned, "Don't stop, please."
"That's enough of that," Vince said with his head hovering just above Vandal's cock. "We don't want to get too messy too soon," He teased.
He then pulled his claw up and back until only the tip remained inside Vandal, serving to keep his rear open to further abuse. He then plunged back in at such a sluggish pace as to agonize Vandal. His jaw hung slack, his tongue dripped saliva onto his maw, and his eyes widened dramatically, expressing his need for more. "Please go faster," He whispered.
Vince opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it in a smirk. He continued pushing into Vandal with such a deliberate slowness that Vandal released a particularly loud gasp when Vince had managed his entire claw inside him a second time. Vince rested his claw there for a moment and issued Vandal's cock a firm and extended lick from base to tip and back down again. Vandal convulsed in ecstasy, tightly shutting his eyes at the unfulfilling touch.
He opened his eyes again when Vince had unexpectedly yanked his claw mostly out of him only to jam it back in. Vince was precise in his motion so that only pleasure was induced upon Vandal. He rocked his claw back and forth inside Vandal while occasionally providing his cock with a little tongue action. His licks were few and far in between, however, and were hardly enough to keep Vandal erect.
From the ensuing penetrations, Vandal could hardly manage to keep his eyes open or his mouth shut. Pre dribbled almost freely down his cock, which Vince was only to happy to collect onto his tongue. Vince swallowed whatever he could while continuing to pound the male's ass with only a claw. Vandal felt himself edging, but Vince refused him the treatment that would most certainly send him over the top.
Vandal became agitated and resorted to trying to touch himself for release. Vince noticed movement out of the corners of his eyes and swiftly intercepted. He pulled away from Vandal's crotch and even removed his claw from the darker charmeleon's rear. He straddled himself atop Vandal's belly, effectively impeding him, and grabbed onto Vandal's claws in a grapple. Vandal's cock pressed up against the base of Vince's tail in that motion, smearing it with a dot of pre.
Vandal opened his mouth to speak, but Vince bent his head down and seized the given opportunity by delivering a passionate kiss. Vandal recovered from the sudden surprise and returned the kiss. Vince angled his head a little and pressed forward so that their mouths overlapped one another. Tongues touched and playfully wrestled for mere seconds, but Vince soon broke the kiss to Vandal's returning despair. Vince smiled down at him as he licked his own mouth clean of saliva, drinking in both their fluids. Vandal perked up a little when Vince bent down again and lapped at his face.
Vandal arched his neck and clenched his digits within Vince's grasp. Vince had begun sliding himself back along his belly, gliding his scales across Vandal's dripping cock. Vandal cringed as his cock was bent almost backwards. Vince kept his head close to Vandal's face to bring him comfort even as his rear began massaging the sensitive reptilian length, smiling throughout the entire ride. "No, not there." Vince whispered, releasing his hot breath onto Vandal's quivering mouth.
He kept moving back so that the tip of Vandal's cock practically bounced past his rim. It soon encountered another opening, Vince's cock slit. It had already parted slightly as though inviting Vandal's cock over to play. Vince did not stop there and, as a result, his own penis began to poke its way out and against the other male's erection. When their cock tips met, both charmeleons gasped at a mutual release of pre.
Vince elevated himself a little, allowing Vandal's length to snap back onto his own belly. Vandal flinched, not from pain, but from the sudden and shocking feeling. Vince lowered himself again, but only slightly so that their cocks hardly managed to touch. Vince then brought their arms together before releasing Vandal's claws and deftly grabbing onto his wrists, binding them together with his right-hand claws. Vandal seemed confused. "Don't worry," Vince assured, smiling. "I got you."
He reached down in between their bellies with his freed set of claws where he curled his left digits around both their lengths, pressing them together. He not only started stroking both himself and Vandal off, but he also slid himself subtly back and forth in conjunction with the motion. If that weren't enough to magnify their pleasure, Vince pressed Vandal's claws against his chest and navigated his head back down toward Vandal's gasping mouth. Vandal's breath stilled for hardly a second when he received another kiss from the very affectionate male.
Vandal continued edging to the very tactile and controlled motions of the shiny charmeleon. Their second kiss ended a little sooner than Vandal would have liked. Vince was kind enough to deliver a prolonged lick across Vandal's extended and wanting tongue, however. "I hope your ready," Vince whispered, "Because I'm going to ride you raw." A drooling Vandal was suddenly aware of the fact that the other male had, through his gradual grinding, achieved his full length and girth.
Vince released their cocks and brought his now freed set of claws back toward Vandal's wrists. Vince transferred Vandal's right arm into his left digits before forcing both of Vandal's wrists onto the ground on either side of his head. Vandal looked up at Vince with pitiable helplessness and dire need etched into his features. Vince only chuckled as he continued flaunting his control.
Vince inched his way back, sliding his cock loosely across Vandal's aching member. His tip rested, for a moment, at the base of Vandal's dick where he pressed his own length gently against the edge of Vandal's slit. Vandal squirmed beneath the toying male. His fidgeting continued after he felt Vince's cock leave his slit because it was moved toward an almost equally sensitive region of his body.
Vandal's squirming intensified. He felt every firm segment of Vince's veined length slide against his rear and just along the base of his tail. Vince eventually started testing the tip of his dick against Vandal's opening. Vandal gasped as soon as he felt pre splatter against his entryway; Vince seized the opportunity to thrust into him. In one swift and forced motion, Vince managed little more than the head into Vandal. "Yes," Vince softly cried in a small moment of victory
Vandal screamed once in pain from being so sharply penetrated, he even lifted his hind legs to grasp onto something to squeeze, something into which he could transfer his discomfort. Vandal's feet grabbed onto the only thing available and within their reach, Vince's tail. Realizing what he had latched onto, Vandal took care only to squeeze into the thick appendage with his toes and not with his claws. Vince craned his head and released a particularly loud gasp at the contact.
Vandal looked into Vince's eyes and smiled at the sight of an undeniable and squinty-eyed pleasure in the returned gaze. He proceeded to abuse Vince's revealed weakness, massaging the tail within his footsy grasp, albeit clumsily. His claws scratched pleasantly against Vince's scales, relieving him of itches he had not even noticed before. His toes groped Vince's flesh, squishing it gently between their knuckles and relaxing the muscles beneath it. Vandal also found it much easier to treat the other male to his sensual touch by pushing one leg forward and pulling the other one back. The shining tail twitched about like a fish out of water, but in spite of its wildest efforts, it could not free itself from Vandal's true grip.
Vince seemed to lose it between pitiful whines, heavy gasps, and warm pants, all of which sounded pleasure-induced. Vince's cock had idled inside Vandal ever since he had grabbed onto the golden tail. Vandal enjoyed playing around with Vince, but he had expected more from him, so he rested both his hind claws near the base of Vince's tail and reexamined his face. Seeing the sudden docility in Vince's eyes helped make Vandal aware that his arms were only being loosely pinned to the ground at that point.
Vandal forced Vince's arms off him and gently grabbed onto the face of the suddenly changed male. "What's wrong?" Vandal asked with a hiss. "What happened to taking me over?" He accompanied that remark with a squeeze against Vince's tail, eliciting a half-gasp and half-whimper from him.
"My tail, it-" Vince began only to moan as soon as Vandal's hind claws resumed sliding across the length of his tail.
"Yeah, I've noticed," Vandal remarked. "Now, finish what you've started," He ordered. "Ride Me Raw" He punctuated each of those three simple words with a firm squeeze of his toes against the sides of Vince's tail.
Vandal's eyes narrowed, his soft smile showed he was done taking things slow. Vince gulped, Vandal had the look of someone who would confidently take what he wanted if it was not soon afforded to him. Vince opened his mouth to reply, but a claw, bordered by darkly colored scales, was pressed against his snout in a demand for silence. "Do it, now," Vandal calmly commanded.
Vince complied with the order and lowered his groin, feeding more of his cock into the demanding male. He found it difficult to concentrate, however, and even had to pause on a few occasions as Vandal clenched and unclenched his claws carefully against his tail. What maximized Vince's pleasure, however, was Vandal's accommodating rear. Vandal's passage hugged his cock, but not too tightly as he pressed forward and further into him. By having his cock and tail massaged simultaneously and in two very different ways, Vince could not keep himself from spreading pre all around Vandal's hot and welcoming insides.
Vandal was hardly able to do more with his feet than grope Vince's tail. He felt a wonderful sensation of fullness as Vince's meaty length burrowed its way further into him. The intense stimulation was enough for him to release a powerful shot of pre against Vince's stomach. When Vince eventually hilted, Vandal realized he was squeezing the tail within his claws almost too roughly. Vince relished the additional pressure, which was made evident by the way he dug his claws into the ground by Vandal's sides.
Vince rested for a moment and moaned directly into Vandal's open mouth. Vandal had retained his hold on Vince's muzzle, which he pulled so that their gaping maws connected. Vince proved his eagerness for additional affection by slapping his tongue all around Vandal's mouth. Vandal caught the wild muscle with his own tongue and wrestled it in a passionate, albeit strenuous, kiss. Both males exhaled hot breath through their flared nostrils and onto the other's snout.
As they continued kissing, Vince pushed off the ground with his hind legs and effectively removed all but the head of his dick from Vandal. He then dropped back down, slipping his cock comfortably and pleasurably back inside. Vandal, meanwhile, pedaled his hind claws back and forth across Vince's tail. He pressed his toes experimentally along it, probing it for its most sensitive areas. Vince shuddered and his breathing hardened with each of Vandal's pokes against his tail and from every time he squeezed it, whether in between his toes or the bottoms of his feet.
Vandal succeeded in exciting Vince who began thrusting in and out of him a bit more rapidly than he would have liked. The pumping of Vince's cock against his rear was intense and left him feeling a little sore, but whatever discomfort he felt dissolved at the enormity of the pleasure he experienced. He tightened his grip against Vince's tail, locking his toes into place as though to anchor himself to something or, more accurately, someone. Vandal felt himself rocking back and forth across the ground almost in time with Vince's penetrations.
Neither of them could maintain the kiss and ended up breaking it. They opened their mouths and slid their tongues across one another until the tips touched and parted, forming s thick string of saliva between them. They smiled as Vince not only continued to ride Vandal, but became increasingly rough, slapping his groin in between Vandal's thighs audibly with every downward thrust. "Oh, god," Vandal gasped. "Touch me, damn it!" He swore. "Rub me off!"
"I'll, nmff, try!" Vince replied in between gasps.
Vince lifted his upper body to make room for his right arm, which he navigated beneath his tummy and toward Vandal's unattended cock. Vandal shot another impressive dose of pre, most of it struck Vince's open palm. Despite the sudden surprise, Vince managed to wrap his digits around Vandal's length and nearly scratched his claws against it when Vandal issued his tail a powerful squeeze. "Careful...please," Vince pleaded, but Vandal only replied with a sly grin.
Vince did his best to stroke Vandal in time with each of his thrusts, but the male beneath him was deliberately making it difficult by continuing to squeeze and rub his tail. Vandal was not completely to blame, however; he had been skyrocketed onto an entirely new plateau of pleasure as soon as Vince began milking his cock to the best of his ability. Vandal squirmed and carelessly kneaded Vince's tail with his feet and hind claws, leaving shallow scratch marks across his scales.
Having received exactly what he had lusted after ever since before he and Vince met, Vandal finally reached his climax. His cock pulsed and released several strong spurts of hot fire-type seed. His legs slipped from Vince's tail and fell limply onto the ground. His mouth gaped awkwardly and his tongue hung out and to the side. He had shut his eyes to hide his unfocused gaze as his body was rendered useless against the waves of irrefutable pleasure.
Vince had caught some of Vandal's cum with his claw. Its warmth, its thick and slick texture, and its funky smell all drove him to his own orgasm. He braced himself for the inevitable by burying his hind claws into the ground and slamming his front ones harmlessly beside Vandal's head. He lowered his head, resting his snout against Vandal's chest as he thrust into him one more time.
Vandal weakly reached up to Vince's head and rested his left claws atop his bony protrusion as he felt himself being filled with a powerful blast of semen. Vince trembled from the effort of keeping himself upright as he was nearly overwhelmed with mind-numbing ecstasy. His cock kept pouring thick creamy cum into Vandal and he could not last much longer against such a wonderful feeling. Vandal was vaguely aware of Vince's fight against his body and tried guiding him down to accept and give in.
Vandal's touch was enough to topple the shiny chameleon. Vince collapsed atop him and his claw slide out from underneath him, leaving inches-deep claw marks in the ground. Both of them felt excess cum leak out from Vandal's rear, painting their scales with a thick layer of off-white wherever it touched. Vince's cum rode nearly the entire length of Vandal's tail and trickled off to the sides at certain points. Vandal's seed, on the other paw, had splattered both charmeleons and smeared collectively against their chests and bellies.
Both their streams eventually trickled to a finish. Both relaxed and embraced one another during the following minutes, enjoying one another's warmth. They rested in their own mess, gasping for a long time to catch their breath and to recover. Vandal was kind enough to caress Vince's back with his claws. Vince took care to return the favor and gently stroked Vandal's head.
"We're a bit messy," Vince pointed out.
"Mhm," Vandal replied and then lifted his head to lick Vince's face. "Want to get cleaned up?" He asked with a wink.
Vince blushed as soon as he realized what Vandal meant. "Sure!" He exclaimed.
Vandal suddenly pushed his claws up against Vince's chest and forced him off and to the side. Vince rolled awkwardly in the grass until he was lying on his back. Vince turned his head and looked toward Vandal in confusion, but Vandal had already stood up, granting Vince a view of his cum-stained legs and tail. Vandal placed himself atop Vince so that he was facing away from the shiny charmeleon. Vince received an eyeful of Vandal's sticky tail and gaping rear, which continued to leak droplets of semen. Vince gasped as soon as Vandal dropped his body weight atop him, pressing their bellies together. "Comfy?" Vandal asked.
Vandal teasingly traced a claw along the minor scratches he had recently etched into Vince's tail. Vince winced almost from the burning discomfort, but the pleasure he received outweighed the minor pain. Vandal even began groping the tail along the areas he knew were most sensitive to his touch. Vince writhed and gasped beneath him, causing Vandal to chuckle. He doubled his efforts to remain atop Vince without ever ceasing or slowing in handling his tail. Vandal then lowered his mouth and planted a kiss atop Vince's cock slit, earning him a moan from the pinned charmeleon.
Vandal turned his head back toward Vince and lifted his tail and hind legs so that at least one of his eyes met Vince's gaze. "Aren't you going to clean me?" He asked, feigning puzzlement. "You certainly made a mess of me, it's only fair that you lick it up."
Vince blushed and craned his head up toward Vandal's tail in an attempt to reach it with his tongue. Vandal raised it higher and swished it back and forth away from Vince's reach. Vince soon resorted to grabbing onto it by the base and moved his claws upward so that he could pull the feisty thing toward his face. "Gotchya," Vince declared; Vandal conceded, his tail became limp and he so much as lowered his legs and tail to make Vince's job a little easier.
Vince performed as best he could with the limited range granted to him by his tongue and neck. He was able to start licking just above the base of Vandal's tail where he immediately started peeling off layers of cum, which almost dissolved in his mouth. Vince did not bother spitting anything out as he pressed his tongue firmly against Vandal's scales to ensure they gleamed in the sun when he finished. He opted to swallow his own seed, which had intermixed a little with Vandal's own. Vandal sighed pleasantly at the mere gulping sound Vince made whenever he swallowed a mouthful of their cum.
Vince accidentally poked his teeth against Vandal whenever the reckless charmeleon pressed down on an exceptionally sensitive portion of Vince's tail. He fortunately managed not to pierce Vandal's skin and even managed to navigate his head toward one side of Vandal's tail. He reached the thinner lines of dried up and runoff cum with his tongue and dutifully removed them from Vandal. He provided a similar treatment to the other side before returning his tongue to the middle.
"That feels good," Vandal remarked. "I think I should return the favor."
"Oh, please don't, not that. Anything but that," Vince pleaded, but his tone clearly expressed his desire.
Vandal scooted along Vince's belly with his tongue pressed down atop his scales so that it skated across Vince's slit and skipped off his rear. Vandal's mouth swiftly encountered its target, Vince's tail. He slapped his tongue left to right and then right to left across the thick of it, eliciting a few soft moans from Vince. His tongue danced madly across the base for awhile, causing Vince to squirm to their mutual delight.
Vandal glided his mouth down toward a more manageable segment of Vince's tail where he retracted his tongue and wrapped his teeth gingerly around the golden scales. He felt Vince quiver beneath him as he applied a little extra pressure, nibbling his tail tenderly and taking care not to poke any holes in him. Vandal caught some of Vince' flesh within his mouth which he stretched and sucked on for a few seconds before releasing it. He smiled as he watched Vince's scales return to their normal shape and pattern as they flattened back into the adjoining tail.
Vince had managed to clean what he could of Vandal's tail, removing layers of cum with his erratic tongue all the while that Vandal messed around with his tail. Wherever Vince had dutifully licked, Vince's scales gleamed brilliantly in the sun. Vince, however, sought to get back at Vandal by targeting his weak spot.
Vince bent his head forward and extended his tongue toward Vince's outstretched rim and inhaled the scent of recent musk and warm cum. Vandal's passage was definitely redder than the scales surrounding it from the relentless pounding it had received. Vince was hardly able to concentrate as Vandal continued to nibble and lick his tail in a merciless manner. Vince resorted to plunging forward and randomly and repetitively smacked his tongue against Vandal. Sometimes he managed a lick directly across Vandal's tail-hole, other times he aimed too far ahead and encountered the scales in between Vandal's two passages.
It was Vandal's turn to squirm as he found it increasingly difficult to lap and nip at Vince's tail. He eventually stopped altogether and tightly hugged Vince's tail against himself. Vince immediately convulsed and very nearly ended up burying his snout into Vandal; it was fortunate that Vandal was not quite stretched out enough to accommodate him. Vince rested for a moment and Vandal relaxed his grip as soon as Vince's mouth departed from his rear. "Don't stop," Vandal requested while burying his forehead into Vince's tail.
"I have a better idea," Vince spoke up.
Vandal looked back at him curiously, waving his tail to the side in order to better examine him. "What is it?" He asked.
"I'll show you if you turn around," Vince replied softly.
Vandal slowly and carefully rotated himself atop Vince. The shiny charmeleon winced and groaned as Vandal's bones poked against him on a few occasions. When Vandal was nearly all turned around, Vince grabbed onto his sides and helped guide him the rest of the way. "Sorry," Vandal apologized while blushing.
"It's okay," Vince assured him.
Vince then pushed Vandal so that he rolled once and onto his side, but Vince rolled with him so that they both continued resting in the grass with their eyes set on the other. Vandal stared silently at Vince in contentment and allowed him to do to and with him as he pleased just like before. Vince wordlessly smiled back, neither needed to speak at that point.
Vince wrapped his arms around Vandal's back and embraced him in a compassionate hug. Vandal returned the hug and rested his head across Vince's neck. When they had nearly settled comfortably in each other's warmth, Vince draped his tail across Vandal's legs. Vandal mimicked the gesture by laying his tail directly atop and almost evenly across it. The flaming tips of their tails connected and blazed brighter than they had ever done individually.