Hueroc/Ellora: Cuddle (Collaboration)
The last collaboration that's been done so far. D: And Fortuna and I haven't had much time to talk recently, so who knows when the next one might get done... But enjoy this one for now, since the two of them look cute together, don't they? ^^ Here's my story:
Hueroc was more than happy to obey when she told him to rest; even though Ellora had him submitting more willingly now, what she put him through each day left him exhausted and all too eager to sprawl out on the floor of whatever chamber of her cave he happened to be in when she let him rest. Tonight, that was her bedchamber. He glanced at her before settling down, but it seemed she had a few more things to do before curling up herself, so he ignored her and put his head down, falling asleep quickly.
He did not dream, or if he did, he didn't remember it. But he woke up, not fully but enough to be aware of his surroundings, to feel a warm, scaled body snuggling up against his, slipping between his forelegs and coiling its tail around his. One breath was enough to identify the scent: Ellora. Ellora was... cuddling him, he realized, as her tail held them close enough for their hind legs to intertwine and she rested a paw on his side, her snout nestled against his shoulder. She was purring softly, but he could quickly feel her muscles go slack as she drifted off to sleep next to him.
It felt all too easy to snuggle up and sleep with her, but at the same time it seemed unthinkable. This was the dragoness who'd captured him, collared him, tamed him, and she thought she could cuddle with him like they were mates? He wanted to growl, wanted to raise his paws and push her away from him, claw her, bite her for doing all she'd done to him...
He wasn't sure, at first, why he didn't do it. Maybe exhaustion, maybe fear of the still-unknown punishment the collar might give him, or maybe being tame enough to be used to only doing what she wanted from him... But eventually he thought of the collar again, not of what it might do, but what it meant. She was snuggling with him like they were mated, and the tag on his collar... It said he was her mate. And besides--he was willing now, even if he wasn't happy about it, and if he was to continue to be willing then there was only one thing he could do.
He shifted his forelegs a little, curling one paw around her neck and draping the other across her shoulder, snuggling against her. She purred a little more in response, and tired as he was, relaxed as he was embraced with her, this time he couldn't help but fall asleep with her.
Hueroc was more than happy to obey when she told him to rest; even though Ellora had him submitting more willingly now, what she put him through each day left him exhausted and all too eager to sprawl out on the floor of whatever chamber of her cave he happened to be in when she let him rest. Tonight, that was her bedchamber. He glanced at her before settling down, but it seemed she had a few more things to do before curling up herself, so he ignored her and put his head down, falling asleep quickly.
He did not dream, or if he did, he didn't remember it. But he woke up, not fully but enough to be aware of his surroundings, to feel a warm, scaled body snuggling up against his, slipping between his forelegs and coiling its tail around his. One breath was enough to identify the scent: Ellora. Ellora was... cuddling him, he realized, as her tail held them close enough for their hind legs to intertwine and she rested a paw on his side, her snout nestled against his shoulder. She was purring softly, but he could quickly feel her muscles go slack as she drifted off to sleep next to him.
It felt all too easy to snuggle up and sleep with her, but at the same time it seemed unthinkable. This was the dragoness who'd captured him, collared him, tamed him, and she thought she could cuddle with him like they were mates? He wanted to growl, wanted to raise his paws and push her away from him, claw her, bite her for doing all she'd done to him...
He wasn't sure, at first, why he didn't do it. Maybe exhaustion, maybe fear of the still-unknown punishment the collar might give him, or maybe being tame enough to be used to only doing what she wanted from him... But eventually he thought of the collar again, not of what it might do, but what it meant. She was snuggling with him like they were mated, and the tag on his collar... It said he was her mate. And besides--he was willing now, even if he wasn't happy about it, and if he was to continue to be willing then there was only one thing he could do.
He shifted his forelegs a little, curling one paw around her neck and draping the other across her shoulder, snuggling against her. She purred a little more in response, and tired as he was, relaxed as he was embraced with her, this time he couldn't help but fall asleep with her.
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