Embarrassment of Golden Dragon Tails

For Tails, bathing with a mage is almost tantamount to torture.He had to deliberately avoid some parts, and keep his eyes from lingering in certain places for too long.By the time he finished his bath, he felt more tired than before.

Mage seems to be very relaxed.He wiped off the water on his body, dried his hair, and threw Tails's thin vest and trousers into the clear water to soak.Afterwards, wearing the moon-white bed sheet, he gently hugged Tails who was cleaning the bathtub from behind, and whispered in his ear: "My dear Tails, let's go to bed."

Tails froze all over, and a certain part of his lower body was obviously swollen.The mage's fingers moved down his waist, stretched forward, gently held that part, and whispered ambiguously: "Tals, you are in heat again."

The mage's fingers were warm, and the skin was wrinkled and rough after being soaked.Tails gasped involuntarily, his mind went blank, and it seemed that only that part of his body remained: warmth, comfort, pain, eagerly longing for a deeper touch and squeeze.Tails felt as if he had been struck by lightning, numb from head to toe, from the inside out.

When he was at a loss, didn't know what to do, and almost instinctively wanted to move his body, the mage let him go and kissed the back of his neck lightly.

Tails' blood boiled all over his body.He suddenly turned around, bent down, picked up the mage's legs and back, quickly hugged him horizontally, and rushed to the bed hidden in the rose-red curtain eagerly.The mage hugged his neck, and the moon-white bed sheet fell down, gently brushing against Tails' abdomen and legs like gentle fingers, making him feel even hotter.Tails lowered his head, looking at the mage's thin chest and light brown nipples.He could hardly suppress the urge to bite the little thing and tear it off.However, the scars on the mage's body restored his sanity, and he consciously suppressed his impulse, slowed down, and walked towards the soft bed.

In his arms, Vera hugged him quietly, with her cheek against Tails' shoulder, showing a sly smile.

After tearing off the bed curtain, Tails almost threw the mage on the bed.The mage was trapped in the rose-red quilt embroidered with silver moon orchids, his long hair was messy, and his body was covered with light-colored scars. His slender fingers were spread on the quilt, and under the tight waist, the moon-white sheet barely covered his lower body, revealing his slender body. Legs and bruised feet.There are still large scars on his knees, which are the marks of kneeling on the ground during the eleven days in the prison of Brin City.Tails stared at the mage, sweeping his eyes from his eyes to his toes, searing what he saw greedily into his heart.Different from the past, this time, instead of making him feel distressed by the mage's scar, it aroused a complex emotion and made him even more excited. He wanted to crush this person, touch him, ravage him, and bite him tear him apart.

So, he jumped onto the bed, sat directly on the mage's waist, pressed Vera's shoulders, bent down, and kissed him roughly.

His kisses were clumsy and disorganized, just imitating the mage's movements, venting the flames in his heart.Soon, the mage's lips were swollen from his gnawing, and the corners of his mouth and cheeks were also covered with spots of red marks.Unknowingly, Tails' entire upper body was pressed on Vera's body, his lower body was close to his chest, and his left hand grabbed the mage's neck, not light or heavy, ready to go, and firmly controlled his prey.The mage opened his mouth slightly, responding to his kiss with the tip of his tongue.Gently wrapping his hands around his waist, his slender fingers caressed his back slowly, slowly moving up from the waistline, gently kneading, pressing slowly, repeatedly tracing, outlining the outline of the butterfly bone.

The mage's response is always like a superficial touch, and it is released at the touch of a touch.Tails felt that the fire in his chest was getting hotter, and his lower body was swollen and painful, and he urgently needed to vent.He couldn't help but began to twist his waist, rubbing against Vera's body, rubbing against the mage's smooth skin and thin but firm belly.He could clearly feel that under him, the mage's lower body became very hard, and as he moved, it pressed against his lower body from time to time, which made him feel even more strange.After hovering over his shoulder blades, the mage's hands slowly moved down his spine, caressing his lower back, and gently pressing with his slender fingers.Finally, the mage's fingers pressed down on his buttocks and began to knead slowly and vigorously.

Tails felt that the mage's hands seemed to be carrying some spells. Wherever his fingers touched, his skin seemed to be ignited, burning hot and painful.At this moment, Tails was forced to endure the torment of heat and emptiness, eager to tear the person under him to pieces, listen to his cries, and lick his blood.

But he knows: he can't.

He was even reluctant to break off one of the mage's fingers, even though he was despicable and shameless, he had used the most despicable means to calculate and tortured himself.

Therefore, he let go of the mage for the time being, breathing heavily and rapidly, trying to calm down his excessive throbbing.

The mage hugged his neck, bent his legs, slowly broke free from under him, and rolled gently holding him.

Soon, the posture of one person and one dragon was reversed.The mage pressed on Tails, his long hair drooped, and his slender black eyes stared at Tails with deep eyes.He cupped Tails' cheek, kissed him lightly on the forehead, and let go.Then, he said softly, "Tals, I'm sorry."

Tails glared at him impatiently, couldn't help straightening his back, twisted his buttocks and rubbed it a few times.

The mage smiled, unlike the hypocrisy of the past, his smile looked warm and clear.He gazed into Tails' eyes and whispered, "I'm glad."

The mage's gaze seemed sincere, but Tails was already impatient.He knew the mage's intentions, but at the moment he didn't want to think about it at all.So, he hugged the mage, trying to continue the unfinished biting and rubbing.

The mage pressed him lightly, and told him softly but firmly: "My dear Tais, don't move, it should be like this, I will teach you. Remember, patience will make pleasure more profound and moving."

Next, Vera stroked Tails' cheek and kissed him reverently.From his forehead to the center of his eyebrows; from his eyes to the tip of his nose; from his cheeks to his lips; from his chin to his neck; from his collarbone to his chest...Tals stared blankly at the curtain, struggling to suppress the turmoil in his heart.The mage stuck out his tongue, licked lightly on his nipple, and nibbled lightly with the tips of his canines, causing slight pain and deep throbbing.The throbbing was so strong that Tails had to open his mouth and gasped for breath.His hands gripped Vera's shoulders, nails digging deep into his skin, trying to calm his agitation.

When the mage finally let go of his nipples and started kissing his belly, Tails felt that his self-control was on the verge of collapse, and he wished he could lift up the mage, grab his neck, and scratch him hard.

At this moment, the mage's hand grasped his lower body.

Tails' breathing stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the mage began to knead slowly.After that, the mage lowered his head and licked its tip lightly.

A burst of pleasure hit Tails' mind like a tide.The pleasure was so intense and tormenting that Tails felt that he was going crazy, every pore in his body was screaming, yearning for more...more...

The mage satisfied him.Vera's warm mouth wrapped around his entire lower body, and his tongue slid over flexibly, turning and maneuvering in the narrow space.The heat finally eased, Tails narrowed his eyes comfortably, and straightened his waist to make himself deeper and more comfortable.

The pleasure became more and more intense, and soon, Tails was no longer satisfied.He arched his upper body, bit his lower lip tightly, grabbed the mage's hair with both hands, and pressed him down hard, forcing him to move faster and let himself go deeper.At the same time, he began to thrust his waist, stabbing the mage's throat.Following his movements, the bed curtain swayed slightly, and the long silver tassels swayed regularly.Tails' eyes vacantly followed the tassels.He felt like he was gliding high in the sky, flying up and down with the cold wind, sometimes rushing to the top, sometimes falling to the bottom, rushing higher and higher...higher and higher...until...

The moment he reached the highest point, Tails froze all over, holding Vera's head tightly, and vented all his impulses, completely ignoring whether the mage could breathe.The mage choked on him and let out a slight, indistinct whimper.Turning a deaf ear, Tails grabbed the mage's hair, straightened his waist, and enjoyed the aftermath of falling from the peak.

After that, he spread his limbs and lay on the bed, staring blankly at the curtain, breathing heavily.

The mage wiped off the white liquid overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and rubbed the sore hair roots.After that, he pressed against Tails, kissed his lips lightly, and whispered in his ear, "Tarls, are you comfortable?"

Tails let out a vague "hmm" from his throat.

"Then, next, it's up to me." Vera showed a narrow smile, "My dear Tais, relax and continue to enjoy."

Tails was paralyzed on the bed, unable to hear what he said at all.

So, Vera separated Tails's legs and leaned towards his buttocks...

By the time Tails noticed, the mage's hand had slowly and firmly opened his hips, drawing a gentle circle behind him, flicking between the ravines from time to time.This feeling was very uncomfortable, Tails widened his eyes in horror, and just about to straighten up and kick the mage away, the mage's kisses fell on his face overwhelmingly.

"Tals, Tals..." Between kisses, the mage murmured his name.The mage whispered softly, with deep fascination.Tails' heart softened, he lost all his toughness, and couldn't muster any strength to resist.

Vera's fingers tentatively squeezed in.The pain came suddenly, and Tails couldn't help but stiffen, and grunted from his throat.However, his complaints were kept silent by Vera.The mage's kiss was extremely gentle, the tip of his tongue brushed his palate inch by inch, and then hooked Tails' tongue, sucking repeatedly, insatiable.Tails raised his face to respond, and the parts that had been softened gradually hardened again.

Gradually increase to three fingers.Tails twisted uncomfortably, and abruptly turned his head away.

"Despicable mage, you—"

"Tals, don't move. Believe me, this will be very comfortable. Only after temporary endurance can you feel the supreme joy." A fine layer of sweat beads.Tails felt distressed, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to caress his face, although he still had doubts about the mage's words.

"Really?"

"real."

"...Despicable mage! I shouldn't have believed you!"

When the mage really entered his body, Tails still complained.Vera had no choice but to coax in a low voice, but unlike his comfort, his waist involuntarily straightened up slightly.

The feeling of completely possessing each other is so good that it almost drives Vera into madness.The mage was afraid of the golden dragon's feelings, so he didn't dare to thrust hard, but Tails still took a deep breath.

He frowned, pinched the mage by the side of the neck, and said viciously, "Liar!"

Vera didn't answer.He grabbed Tails' lower body that had softened due to the pain, and slowly kneaded it.The injured fingers ran across his lower body, making gentle circles at the top.Tails made a smart move, and suddenly felt that the pain was much relieved.

The honest golden dragon let go of Vera's neck, hugged him, buried his face on his neck, rubbed it, and gnawed on his earlobe.After a while, he gritted his teeth and warned in a low voice: "Despicable mage, if you want to move, slow down."

That sentence seemed to flip a switch.The sweat on the mage's forehead dripped down his cheeks. At the same time, he broke through layers of barriers, penetrated into it, and completely occupied the owner.Tails let out a trembling sound that he didn't know whether it was a moan or a cheer, closed his eyes, hooked the mage's neck, and responded to him.

The bed curtain embroidered with silver petals trembled, and the long silver tassels swayed like a pendulum.Tails gritted his teeth, suppressed moans, and endured.

Later, Tails felt that the mage hadn't lied to him.It actually felt kind of cool.The initial pain gradually dissipated without a trace, replaced by a kind of itching from the inside out.Following the mage's movements, the itching ran from the tailbone to the top of the head, making him tremble all over...

Consciousness gradually blurred, leaving only deep desire and satisfaction in my mind.The moment he reached the apex, Tails opened his eyes and met Vera's gaze.

The mage's slender black eyes gazed at him with uncontrollable ecstasy and a tinge of hidden pain.As if being pricked by a needle, Tails's heart suddenly throbbed.At the same time, something seemed to flash in his mind.

However, he soon gave up thinking, and followed the feeling that almost burned him out, and gradually climbed to the top, enjoying what the mage said, the supreme pleasure.

The price of madness is: they have to give up sleep for the time being, and step into the bathroom again with their tired bodies.

Tails leaned tiredly in the bathtub, holding the mage who looked even more tired.Under the action of the hot water, the mage turned red all over.Unknowingly, Tails' lower body became hard again.

Sensing his reaction, the mage turned his hands away, gently grabbed his lower body, moved it slowly, and told him in a low voice, "Tals, I'm tired."

Tails reluctantly dawdled a few times, complaining: "Despicable mage, my legs are sore."

"My dear Tails, you lack exercise."

"...Damn it! I'm not exercising? Look at yourself! Not thin enough to fit between your teeth."

"Tals, this kind of argument is meaningless, enjoy the hot water and soft bed, we have to leave here tomorrow."

Tails frowned and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I don't know. Get out of here first, maybe go find Tailan."

"Okay." The question that has been lingering for a long time suddenly emerged at this time, Tails hesitated for a moment, and pretended to say casually: "Vera, I know the art of listening, it is not complicated, but its effect is limited, and it cannot be explained at all , why were you able to find a way out in a cave that I don’t even know about. Not only that, you seem to be very familiar with that cave, and you know almost every fork in the road.”

Vera said nothing.

Tails continued: "I found a painting in your bedroom. If I'm not mistaken, it's me, although it's ugly. At first I thought it was a recent drawing by you, maybe to vilify me, Maybe just a spellcasting medium. However, now I don't think so."

Tails paused here.So the mage asked calmly, "So? What do you think now?"

"Whether it's a magic circle or a rune, you are extremely proficient. I don't think you can draw such a clumsy thing. So, Vera, this painting is either drawn by someone else, or..." Tails remained calm Breathe carefully, "You drew it a long time ago."

"So?" The mage's voice remained calm.

Tails sighed, "Vera, I remembered. I've seen you. You..."

He didn't continue, and the mage didn't respond.

After a long silence, Tails asked softly, "Are you really going to catch the sharp-toothed cave monitor lizard?"

"Of course it tastes good."

"Vera, you..." Tails didn't know what to say for a moment.

The mage turned his head, looked at Tails, stroked his cheek with his right hand, and said softly but firmly: "Those are in the past, now, they are not important."

Tails grabbed Vera's right hand, not daring to look directly at him, so he had to land on the mage's palm.The mage's palm was slender and scarred, and his slender fingers looked like a work of art in the mist.On the palm of his hand, near his fingers, lay a long old scar.The color of the scar is already very light, and it looks like an old wound for many years.

The mage had told him that the scar was the result of an accident.Tails didn't care about it before, but at this moment he couldn't help thinking: the mage was not reckless, and when he first met Vera, he didn't have this scar on his hand.

A vague idea flashed through Tails' mind, gradually became clear, and then took shape.Tails' fingers began to tremble. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, pointed to the scar that almost tore his palm, and asked Vera: "This, could it be... that time..."

Vera withdrew her hand gently and told him: "I said, those are not important."