Dana meets General Scales and Drakor

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Dana suddenly felt a rich and calming sort of sensation once he made contact with the bed. He snuggled up to it, for the scant second he had before Scales joined him upon the bed.

The feeling of reptile skin, now taught with arousal, was also felt upon contact, as the general straddled over Dana’s torso. The intimacy being presented in the current situation made the feeling of Scales’ inner thighs much more… Arousing, to the draconequus.
He could feel it then, the sensations beginning to build up an amount of energy within his lower belly, which would soon translate to his still-hidden johnson.

With the processing of the previous sensations aside, Dana opened up to a new one—the sensations of Scales’ massage, as the general started upon the draconequus’ chest area. With what Dana thought as amazing dexterity, he felt sharpclaw hands work their way over draconequus flesh, sending fuzzy-tingles that traveled from his chest, to his back, to his cranium. His eyes grew a bit heavy, as the sweet fuzzy-tingles in his cranium brought a calming respite to the draconequus o its’ ownership.

“Mmh-mmh…”

As scales’ bouncing tenting black latex silk thong continued to move with the bounces his loins made, he slowly worked his way down to dana’s thighs gently massaging them as well. Scales was extreme horny now and wanted to do more than just massaging as his noticeable bouncing black latex silk thong began to slowly leak pre through the fabric and out the tip of his tenting and bouncing thong. Scales then chuckled. “Scales: You like than don’t you dana? Ooooooh… I’m so friggin’ horny right now…” Scales said out loud unintendedly… He then stared at the silver silk muwashi, wanting to grope it so badly right now. The lustful tingly feeling took over his body an mind and loins too.

Dana’s feeling of calmness had left halfway through having his belly massaged. Now, he was only managing not to writhe off of the bed in his worked-up state, as his breaths left him in ragged shakes, and his inner thighs began to tense as well.

The sensations coursing through the draconequus’ body was enough to muffle his hearing a bit—either that or he just didn’t care enough to hear.
He felt hands pressing against his inner thighs, caressing the muscle and flesh enough to send tiny shocks of arousal into his system once more. He looked down, and, with muddled vision, spotted General Scales working the draconequus in an expert manner.
His mind wouldn’t help the situation, now that he had the sharpclaw in his gaze. He wanted more, and he made to voice it to the other in the vicinity.

*pant~*
“S-Scales, I… S-so worked up… P-please, give it to me…”

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Dana meets General Scales and Drakor

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Dana takes the strange garment into his hands, before he tries to put it on with… Relative un-success. He got so far as wrapping the loincloth over his front, before the wrapping slipped from his hand, and bunched over his legs upon the floor.

Though success couldn’t be seen on the draconequus’ own, he was determined to show Scales that he could tie himself a MEAN silk loincloth. He picked up and tried again, and again, and another time.

His latest attempt evolved from a simple fold around the hips, to several knots tied at the front and back, around a belt that looked a bit too… Tight, around his waist.
…In fact, the whole configuration looked like it was going to squeeze his legs back onto his tail.

Nevertheless, he stood up from the floor, and presented his work with a pained smile.

“…I-I did it…! It’s massage time…!”

When scales tried this hardest to hide his smile yet failing miserably to do so, he just chuckled instead while smiling. “Scales: I admire your persistence at trying to put it on yourself dana. However that painful smile tells me that its too tight the way you have it. Let me see if i cant loosen it up to fit you more comfortably without it being too loose either where it can just slide off.” Scales said as he knelt down to the level the silk mawashi was at on dana’s waist as he made a creaking sound from his latex silk clothing as his black latex silk thong continued to point and tent and still tingle slightly. He worked the knots on dana’s silky mawashi to make it fit the right amount where it wasn’t too tight or loose while unintentionally brushing up the silk against dana’s groin area while working the knot’s where it could’ve been most sensitive for him to feel such a smooth texture. When scales finished he kneeled back up and then gently lowered dana’s whole body onto the be soft silken bed. “Scales: There all fixed, now its massage time.” Scales said as his black latex silk thong began to move with the bounces that his tingling, throbbing, and stiff loins that were now rock hard and also quite noticeable. Scales began to gently massage dana’s chest first.

Dana suddenly felt a rich and calming sort of sensation once he made contact with the bed. He snuggled up to it, for the scant second he had before Scales joined him upon the bed.
The feeling of reptile skin, now taught with arousal, was also felt upon contact, as the general straddled over Dana’s torso. The intimacy being presented in the current situation made the feeling of Scales’ inner thighs much more… Arousing, to the draconequus.
He could feel it then, the sensations beginning to build up an amount of energy within his lower belly, which would soon translate to his still-hidden johnson.

With the processing of the previous sensations aside, Dana opened up to a new one—the sensations of Scales’ massage, as the general started upon the draconequus’ chest area. With what Dana thought as amazing dexterity, he felt sharpclaw hands work their way over draconequus flesh, sending fuzzy-tingles that traveled from his chest, to his back, to his cranium. His eyes grew a bit heavy, as the sweet fuzzy-tingles in his cranium brought a calming respite to the draconequus o its’ ownership.

“Mmh-mmh…”

As scales’ bouncing tenting black latex silk thong continued to move with the bounces his loins made, he slowly worked his way down to dana’s thighs gently massaging them as well. Scales was extreme horny now and wanted to do more than just massaging as his noticeable bouncing black latex silk thong began to slowly leak pre through the fabric and out the tip of his tenting and bouncing thong. Scales then chuckled. “Scales: You like than don’t you dana? Ooooooh… I’m so friggin’ horny right now…” Scales said out loud unintendedly… He then stared at the silver silk muwashi, wanting to grope it so badly right now. The lustful tingly feeling took over his body an mind and loins too.

((Didnt go to sleep last night…))

((Reason? I had coffee at night that WAS caffeinated))

Dana meets General Scales and Drakor

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Dana didn’t seem to notice the peculiarity of Scales’ “massage uniform”, until he finished ogling at the room, and turned his attention to the now-scantily-clad tyrannosaur-person.

I took him a moment to register what Scales intentions were, but it finally snapped into place after a moment.

The sound that came from Dana’s voice could be very much equated to the honk of a goose, indicating his surprise and shock at what he saw Scales wearing. His eyes went wild for a moment, before his face slowly but surely lit up in a red flush. There was enough heat in his face to cause his ears to produce small whisps of steam from the tips.

Another moment of thought, and he came to realize what Scales had actually planned, what Scales had actually intended, and what Scales… Was actually wearing. His brain, at that point, told his eyes to look over the Sharpclaw general for another time, to confirm these racing thoughts. His gaze roamed the bare reptile leather, and the amazing physical form wrapped within it. A sculpted chest, slight six-pack abs, arms with full muscle, upon a figure that may have been built by Atlas himself, if Atlas met with Giorgio Armani.

In short, holy SHIT, Scales is SMOKING HOT.

Wrapping up these thoughts, Dana brought himself back to the reality of things, and straightened himself slightly to speak his words.

“…I… U-um… S-so, it’s gonna… B-be like this…?”

FUCK, he realized. That is NOT how he wanted it to come out.

Scales started walking over towards dana, and with each step he made he made a slight rubbery creaking noise from the latex silk leggings. He was also carrying something in his hand that looked like a silver silk mawashi, which was exactly what it was. It was the thing that a sumo wrestler wore during bouts, only silver color and 100% glossy silk. He still bared his toothy grin. “Scales: You see dana, ever since i discovered the perks of sexual activities, I seemed to have turned gay in a way. The way it takes away my anger and unfriendliness plus stress from the past lead me to be a more polite and friendly person of hospitality if people respect me back. Now put this on, it will feel better if you do during your massage.” Scales said, handing him the silver silk mawashi. His bulge in this black latex silk thong began to tent and point and jut outwards as his loins began to tingle slightly.

Dana takes the strange garment into his hands, before he tries to put it on with… Relative un-success. He got so far as wrapping the loincloth over his front, before the wrapping slipped from his hand, and bunched over his legs upon the floor.

Though success couldn’t be seen on the draconequus’ own, he was determined to show Scales that he could tie himself a MEAN silk loincloth. He picked up and tried again, and again, and another time.

His latest attempt evolved from a simple fold around the hips, to several knots tied at the front and back, around a belt that looked a bit too… Tight, around his waist.
…In fact, the whole configuration looked like it was going to squeeze his legs back onto his tail.

Nevertheless, he stood up from the floor, and presented his work with a pained smile.

“…I-I did it…! It’s massage time…!”

When scales tried this hardest to hide his smile yet failing miserably to do so, he just chuckled instead while smiling. “Scales: I admire your persistence at trying to put it on yourself dana. However that painful smile tells me that its too tight the way you have it. Let me see if i cant loosen it up to fit you more comfortably without it being too loose either where it can just slide off.” Scales said as he knelt down to the level the silk mawashi was at on dana’s waist as he made a creaking sound from his latex silk clothing as his black latex silk thong continued to point and tent and still tingle slightly. He worked the knots on dana’s silky mawashi to make it fit the right amount where it wasn’t too tight or loose while unintentionally brushing up the silk against dana’s groin area while working the knot’s where it could’ve been most sensitive for him to feel such a smooth texture. When scales finished he kneeled back up and then gently lowered dana’s whole body onto the be soft silken bed. “Scales: There all fixed, now its massage time.” Scales said as his black latex silk thong began to move with the bounces that his tingling, throbbing, and stiff loins that were now rock hard and also quite noticeable. Scales began to gently massage dana’s chest first.

Dana meets General Scales and Drakor

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Scales turned his head to face Dana before heading to a room to change his clothes for the massage. “Scales: Your welcome Dana, and don’t worry ill be right back for your massage it will be real quick i just need to prepare.” Scales said then winking at him then leaving the room out of sight to his private quarters to prepare for the massage. When He returned a few minutes later he was wearing no armor but black latex silk leggings which only covered up to his thighs but not his lower privates, long sleeved black latex silk gloves and a black latex silk thong with a slight tensing bulge in it and no shirt on. But he seemed to wore a silver chained and silver sharpclaw insignia necklace around his neck. He still had his head dress and he replaced his 2 clawed hook hand with a metal prosthetic one that seemed connected to his nerves since it seemed he could move it at free will with his other real hand. His chest had a muscular tone to it with a 6 pack showing ever so slightly. “Scales: I’m back Dana, what do you think?” Scales asked with a toothy grin raising his brows up and down suggestively. “Scales: Ready for your massage? Because I am.” Scales asked again then giving him a wink still showing his toothy grin. The tensing bulge in his black latex silk thong began to englarge more.

Dana didn’t seem to notice the peculiarity of Scales’ “massage uniform”, until he finished ogling at the room, and turned his attention to the now-scantily-clad tyrannosaur-person.
I took him a moment to register what Scales intentions were, but it finally snapped into place after a moment.

The sound that came from Dana’s voice could be very much equated to the honk of a goose, indicating his surprise and shock at what he saw Scales wearing. His eyes went wild for a moment, before his face slowly but surely lit up in a red flush. There was enough heat in his face to cause his ears to produce small whisps of steam from the tips.

Another moment of thought, and he came to realize what Scales had actually planned, what Scales had actually intended, and what Scales… Was actually wearing. His brain, at that point, told his eyes to look over the Sharpclaw general for another time, to confirm these racing thoughts. His gaze roamed the bare reptile leather, and the amazing physical form wrapped within it. A sculpted chest, slight six-pack abs, arms with full muscle, upon a figure that may have been built by Atlas himself, if Atlas met with Giorgio Armani.

In short, holy SHIT, Scales is SMOKING HOT.

Wrapping up these thoughts, Dana brought himself back to the reality of things, and straightened himself slightly to speak his words.

“…I… U-um… S-so, it’s gonna… B-be like this…?”

FUCK, he realized. That is NOT how he wanted it to come out.

Scales started walking over towards dana, and with each step he made he made a slight rubbery creaking noise from the latex silk leggings. He was also carrying something in his hand that looked like a silver silk mawashi, which was exactly what it was. It was the thing that a sumo wrestler wore during bouts, only silver color and 100% glossy silk. He still bared his toothy grin. “Scales: You see dana, ever since i discovered the perks of sexual activities, I seemed to have turned gay in a way. The way it takes away my anger and unfriendliness plus stress from the past lead me to be a more polite and friendly person of hospitality if people respect me back. Now put this on, it will feel better if you do during your massage.” Scales said, handing him the silver silk mawashi. His bulge in this black latex silk thong began to tent and point and jut outwards as his loins began to tingle slightly.

((Not to complain or anything but…))

((Notice when people sometimes think their muse is more powerful or rather “OP” than the other one their fighting and think they always think they have the upper hand (most part they do but it should be limited for more fairness.) and can just flick you away like you were nothing and not letting them post a post of them at least dodging the attack even if they are quick enough to do so even if the other muse is more powerful? That’s one of my pet peeves on RP’ing… Just saying… Also, THIS IS NOT DIRECTED AT SOMEONE! Its just in general. It just bugs the fuck out of me…))

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((OOC: Dana is that you? I swear i have no idea who the hell this is it was a nice little anon rp but hell that last remark you made kinda concerns me and makes me believe its someone i know for sure. Call me paranoid all you want idc what you think im asking you here and asking the person i might know who it is personally.))

“Scales: Ah so now you tell me its one my friends and now your warning me to screw off if that’s whats this is all about? Sorry grey faced messenger boy I don’t take orders from someone who wants me to stay away from my friends. Also “Tallest friend” dosen’t really define who you speaking of I know a lot of tall people. Now you have the count of 5 to start getting out of here before i have my guards eliminate you on sight.” Scales said narrowing his eyes while frowning.