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Kiss me tender, draggie
Kissing. It is a simple and tender act of affection, of compassion, of admiration, and yes, also of love. Lots of species kiss, each in their own way. But dragons do indeed kiss very similar like humans. Pressing their lips together and suckle on each others lips, sometimes each others tongue. And if the kiss is very intimate and passionate too, it can go as far as the two kissing dragons tilting their heads only slightly to lock their entire muzzles together.
But today that was not the case for me and Alex, or Whippet as he likes to be called when in dragon form. I don't even remember why we even started kissing. It was just....happening. And we weren't even in our dragon forms.
I think it just started when I playfully rubbed my cheek against his, imitating a dragon purr, a simple gesture out of nowhere. And he replied it with a simple peck on my cheek. I smiled at him and kissed him back.
It was a bit like a play at this point, each of us kissing softly and tenderly back and forth on different spots on our faces, and also necks. This went on for a few minutes, before he gently took hold of my head, looked me briefly in the eyes and kissed me directly on my lips.
It was a welcome surprise and kissed softly back as our lips met. It was not a wild and hungry kiss. Not like those silly looking ones from movies or books. It stayed tender, slow and gentle. No tongue kissing as of now, simply holding our lips together, breaking only here and there for a few seconds of gasping for air before we resumed our making out.
We felt happy and warm, so warm indeed, that we did not even notice how my pendant activated itself. And unlike many other times, the flow of magical energies into our bodies was so slow that we barely took notice of it, that is how deep we were sunken into the kiss.
The first thing I did notice was a soft pulsing sensation right on top of my head, a bit behind my ears. But I ignored it. During other shifts the growth of my horns was a kind of painful. But not today. They simply pushed out oh so slowly from my scalp, pushing the skin aside as the started to root inside my skill, bones growing thick and strong as the big pearly white horns grew in.
And all the while me and my sweet dragon lover were kissing on and on. I reached up with one hand and ran my fingers through his lush dense hair. And also here I could feel his horns growing in. Long strong curved spikes, that kept on pushing out slowly, yet not even once did our ongoing transformation halt our making out.
Not even when both of us felt the rears of our light jogging pants briefly push out from our growing tails, the thin fabric snapping easily. Nor did we even wince or shudder from pain as our feet stretched our tight tennis socks, which were easily sliced open by our reshaping nails, freeing our toes from their tight cotton prison.
We kissed and kissed, as if in this very moment nothing else mattered in the world to us. And as our snouts grew in just a tiny bit, as our jaws extended gently and slowly, only then did we intensify our mutual lip-sucking a tiny bit, soft draconic growls of joy and love emitted from our chests. Transforming hands rubbed gently up and down a leg, or a head, making the other one shiver in pleasure.
And in that moment I simply wanted to keep on kissing and kissing and kissing, even beyond the point when we finished transforming. Kissing until we could kiss no more.
This lovely picture was done by
THE-COAST-IS-NEAR and is a gift for a very dear friend of mine, namely 
Whippet . And yes, dragons love to kiss the human way.
Kissing. It is a simple and tender act of affection, of compassion, of admiration, and yes, also of love. Lots of species kiss, each in their own way. But dragons do indeed kiss very similar like humans. Pressing their lips together and suckle on each others lips, sometimes each others tongue. And if the kiss is very intimate and passionate too, it can go as far as the two kissing dragons tilting their heads only slightly to lock their entire muzzles together.
But today that was not the case for me and Alex, or Whippet as he likes to be called when in dragon form. I don't even remember why we even started kissing. It was just....happening. And we weren't even in our dragon forms.
I think it just started when I playfully rubbed my cheek against his, imitating a dragon purr, a simple gesture out of nowhere. And he replied it with a simple peck on my cheek. I smiled at him and kissed him back.
It was a bit like a play at this point, each of us kissing softly and tenderly back and forth on different spots on our faces, and also necks. This went on for a few minutes, before he gently took hold of my head, looked me briefly in the eyes and kissed me directly on my lips.
It was a welcome surprise and kissed softly back as our lips met. It was not a wild and hungry kiss. Not like those silly looking ones from movies or books. It stayed tender, slow and gentle. No tongue kissing as of now, simply holding our lips together, breaking only here and there for a few seconds of gasping for air before we resumed our making out.
We felt happy and warm, so warm indeed, that we did not even notice how my pendant activated itself. And unlike many other times, the flow of magical energies into our bodies was so slow that we barely took notice of it, that is how deep we were sunken into the kiss.
The first thing I did notice was a soft pulsing sensation right on top of my head, a bit behind my ears. But I ignored it. During other shifts the growth of my horns was a kind of painful. But not today. They simply pushed out oh so slowly from my scalp, pushing the skin aside as the started to root inside my skill, bones growing thick and strong as the big pearly white horns grew in.
And all the while me and my sweet dragon lover were kissing on and on. I reached up with one hand and ran my fingers through his lush dense hair. And also here I could feel his horns growing in. Long strong curved spikes, that kept on pushing out slowly, yet not even once did our ongoing transformation halt our making out.
Not even when both of us felt the rears of our light jogging pants briefly push out from our growing tails, the thin fabric snapping easily. Nor did we even wince or shudder from pain as our feet stretched our tight tennis socks, which were easily sliced open by our reshaping nails, freeing our toes from their tight cotton prison.
We kissed and kissed, as if in this very moment nothing else mattered in the world to us. And as our snouts grew in just a tiny bit, as our jaws extended gently and slowly, only then did we intensify our mutual lip-sucking a tiny bit, soft draconic growls of joy and love emitted from our chests. Transforming hands rubbed gently up and down a leg, or a head, making the other one shiver in pleasure.
And in that moment I simply wanted to keep on kissing and kissing and kissing, even beyond the point when we finished transforming. Kissing until we could kiss no more.
This lovely picture was done by
THE-COAST-IS-NEAR and is a gift for a very dear friend of mine, namely 
Whippet . And yes, dragons love to kiss the human way.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Western Dragon
Size 1280 x 630px
File Size 126.3 kB
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