Poli'ahu

Another sweltering summer day. According to Sophie the seasonal temperatures excite fire mana in the environment. Must be why all the fire dragons are so riled up. There has been an overabundance of fire fiends lighting up the countryside for the same reasons and all of the water dragons have been pulling double duty. As caretaker of the roost that makes it your job to help keep them ready for action.

There is no shade or cover out on the roost, but thankfully the summer heat isn’t bothering you right now. Seated before you is a lithe, majestic white dragon with crystalline wings. You stand beside her, rubbing at her left shoulder and the turquoise flesh of her chest. Poli’ahu is incredibly smooth. Her scales are so small and soft that they are like skin instead. It makes her one of the only dragons you can give effective massages to like this.

Poli’s neck is raised and her eyes are closed, maintaining regal composure even as you squeeze and roll your arms against her, working out the knots. Her bearing reminds you of an older noblewoman you did housekeeping for, once. Sliding hands along the pleasantly cool surface of her body, you move over to her right shoulder and continue easing her stress. The air all around her is magically cool, too. Nothing beats the heat like some quality time with an ice dragon.

You hear her let out a relieved sigh as a work out a particularly sore spot, and feel the chilling breeze of her breath go down your back. Poli’ahu is always very quiet and reserved, so it is up to you to get conversation started unless you want to work on her in silence for the next hour. “How did the firefighting go today?”

“A sad sight my dear,” the dragon laments while you seat yourself in front of her and gently lift her right foreclaw. Even though her single foot could grasp your head easily, she feels as light as a feather. You never get tired of watching how some dragons glide through the air as naturally as a fish in water. And you’ve gotten very familiar with how things move in the water.

“Sad how?”

The dragoness lays her claw gently in your lap and you massage her joints and the backs of her tarsals. Her icy blue talon is cold against your leg, like a bag of ice. “Today it was a farmer’s fields that burned. He wept not for the lost harvest, but for the wooden statue he had carved to mark his wife’s grave. It was only an ashen heap at the end.”

You turn her foreclaw over and work at her palm, softly pressing into it and caressing the shapes of her bones with your fingers. Stories like this are too common since the Empire returned. Instead of invading wholesale they send troops and fiends to harass the lands of the Prince’s loyalists. “It’s hard losing something that ties you to those you love.”

“I imagine it is,” the dragoness’ voice still sounds sad, but for a different reason. More personal.

While rubbing around the bases of her chilling talons you hazard to guess, “Have you ever lost something like that?”

“I have not. I have never had anyone like that to lose. An old spinster of a dragon am I by anyone’s count.”

“Not by anyone’s count. I don’t think you a day older than a hundred.” Grunting as you pull yourself to your feet, you move on to her left foreclaw and begin your work anew. Poli’ahu laughs one of those noblewoman laughs, but to you it sounds less grating coming from her and more like wind chimes.

“Your flattery is plain as day. I appreciate it all the same. Have I ever told you how good you are?”

“Only every day.”


Massaging a dragon is no small feat. There is a lot of ground to cover. You need to stop for a lunch break just before you get to her haunches, and sit beside her eating a roast beef sandwich. Prince Euden has come up on his daily rounds of stuffing the dragons full of junk food and is spoon feeding her some iced strawberry tarts. The way her tongue flicks out to scoop the confection from the spoon reminds you of something else and you have to adjust your legs.

“You two are going to spoil me. A pair of young lads giving me a four star massage and feeding me treats. A lady could get used to this.”

Prince Euden, ever serious, holds a fist to his chest. “It’s thanks to dragons like you that we save lives every day. We owe you much more.”

You lean out from around Poli’s shoulder to interject, “Admit it Your Highness, you just like to feed dragons.”

His face reddens ever so slightly as he feeds Poli’ahu the last bite of tart. “They deserve it.”

You can’t fault him there. You can fault him for never staying to clean up his messes. After the Prince is gone you wipe the strawberry cream from Poli’s snout and get your broom to sweep up the crumbs. Only when the roost is spick and span again do you get back to the massage you were in the middle of.

You haven’t given one of these massages since your romp on the beach. Already a little excited from watching Poli’ahu eat, you can’t help your mind wandering while you squeeze and fondle her thigh and work your way up to her rump. She stretches out like a cat and you guiltily sneak a peek under her tail. At the base of the long, smooth limb is a subtle vertical slit. Hers’ looks different from what you’ve seen and a lot smaller, too. You wonder if you might be able to do more than fumble around with a hotdog in a hallway with that.

In the corner of your eye you see Poli’ahu start to look back and you realize you’ve stopped your rubbing. Quickly setting your eyes and hands back to your task, you hope she didn’t see where you were looking. Or maybe a part of you hopes she did.

You squeeze and rub all the way down the length of her tail and back to the opposite hip, working up your courage all the while. It could be that you are developing a taste for dragons, and boy are you hungry right now. Swallowing nervously, you finally ask, “Poli’ahu?”

“Mm?” she hums and looks back at you again.

“Are you feeling lonely?”

The question must have been very blunt, because Poli’ahu doesn’t answer right away. She softly clears her throat. “I suppose. In a way. You need not worry about me, sweet lad.”

“Well I was thinking maybe we could help each other out. I could go for some dessert.”

Now Poli just looks confused. The subtext flew right over her head and she looks at you in concern. “You are not making sense, Anon. Has the heat gotten to you?” The meaty slab of dragon haunch pulls itself away from your disappointed fingers as she turns around to look at you, leaning in close to feel your forehead with the tip of her snout. Her breath ruffles your hair and you think it might have left a little frost behind. “You don’t feel feverish.” Poli pulls her head back and looks at you again.

What you’d thought had been a slick pickup line has just turned out embarrassing. You might need to be more direct with what you want. “I’m fine, I just misspoke. What I meant to say is that I want to eat your ass.”

The dragoness before you has stopped working, as she slowly quirks her head to the side and regards you with more confusion. She might be too old for that idiom. You had better fix it quick before she thinks you want to bite her.

“I want to lick your cloaca,” you try. Finally you get a response more in line with what you expected as a faint rosy color rises to her cheeks and recognition lights up in her eyes.

“You are propositioning me? But I am a dragon.”

There are moments you let pass and moments you seize. You really hope this is the latter as you step forward and place your hands on her chest, looking up at her from below. “A gorgeous dragon.” Silence hangs over the roost, but she does not pull away. Instead she averts her gaze and nervously eyes the surroundings.

“Ah. Oh my. Sure?” Poli’ahu licks the sides of her mouth anxiously. Excitedly?

Mouth breaking into a sly grin you tease, “Sure what?”

“Yes. You may, you may lick my cloaca. Thank you.”

Her mannerisms have become so awkward that you have to suppress a laugh. You certainly never expected this regal older dragoness to be caught off guard like a nervous virgin. Surely she can’t be? She did say she’s had nobody close to her, but you thought she just meant something deeper. It looks like you’ll have to make it extra good in case it really is her first.

Walking around behind her, you pat her on the thigh and motion for her to get back on all fours. Still flush in the face, she lowers herself down and hesitantly moves her tail aside for you, looking back to watch what you do. Luck would have it; her slit is almost perfectly at head height. You reach out and begin running your fingers along the edges, teasing it open just a bit to peek inside. Even though it’s a different shape and size, her pale pink insides look a lot like Mercury’s. You think you know which parts will feel good for her. Continuing to massage the edges of her slit with your fingers, you lean forward and test her with your tongue. Her flesh is soft and cool just like the rest of her, very different from the soaking wet warmth of your last encounter. Poli and Mercury are definitely very different flavors of water dragon.

You can sense her impatience with your tentative testing. It’s time to ramp things up. You press forward, burying your face in the groove of her vent, licking and nibbling the edges, around and around, making her whine with anticipation before you move on to the main course. Poli’ahu is getting plenty wet now after your impromptu tantric massage. She tastes cold and fresh, like clear spring water. Her clear juices cling to you and coat your face. It might be soothing the summer heat, but the heat in your pants is the one getting impatient now.

You let one hand keep working at her slit edges while your tongue explores her cool walls, and your other hand undoes your pants to drop them on the ground. The cool air on your dick feels brisk and fantastic, and you yearn for something to rub it against. Pulling back, you look up at her tail hovering over you and get a wonderfully wicked idea.

Poli’ahu whines in disappointment. “Anon. Anon you stopped.” She looks down between her legs to see you getting down to lie on your back.

“Sit on my face,” you tell her with absolute seriousness. Again your modern ways have baffled the old girl. She cautiously obeys, lowering her back end down to you. If this were any other dragon you would be worried about your head popping like a grape, but Poli’s graceful weightlessness settles gently onto you. You reach up and spread her vent open as she lowers it onto your face. You grasp her tail between your knees and push up off of the stone floor, rubbing your throbbing cock against the soft turquoise flesh. Every now and then you have to pull back for a breath before diving back in. The whole experience is just about as refreshing as a snow cone. You wonder if she’d let you add any flavored sauces.

You hear Poli’ahu gasp and expect her to orgasm, but she doesn’t tense up. Not like that at least. You heard a quiet thud of something falling. Wondering what happened, you look up between her legs and feel your veins turn to ice. Prince Euden is standing at the edge of the roost having just climbed up, and a dropped piece of fresh baked bread is sitting at his feet as he stares at the scene.

“This is not what it looks like, Prince!” Poli’ahu weakly insists, trying to cover you up with her forelegs, as if it will hide anything.

Prince Euden turns 360 degrees around and walks back out.

There is silence and a mixture of embarrassment and abject horror, but more importantly, you are still hard as a board. You pull back up and get back to work. Poli’ahu gasps again and looks down between her legs, hissing at you. “Anon! Now is not the time for that!”

You stop again and look her in the eye. “Depending what happens next there might not be a time. If you thought you were pent up before how bad will it be if I leave you unfinished now?” The fear and shock on her face gives way to grave determination and she nods to you. Given the go ahead, you finish what you came here to do.

It takes a hot minute to get her worked up again after the Prince’s untimely arrival spoiled the mood, but you find yourself on the edge. Letting loose, you paint your stomach and the underside of Poli’s tail, while redoubling your efforts to get her off. Finally she tenses up and a rush of clear fluid drenches your face, causing you to pull back and splutter. She is hunched over and clenching her jaw, the moan of a barely restrained roar caught in her throat. Both of you are left panting and out of breath.

With a pat on the back of the leg, you urge her off of you and lead the dragoness by the claw over to the water trough, where you quickly get the both of you cleaned up. There was already plenty of witness evidence of your dirty deeds, but there was no need for you two to feel physically dirty about it.

“Anon what is going to happen now?”

“I don’t know. Don’t worry. I’m sure the Prince won’t overreact.” You seriously hope.