Title:           Hammerspace Dragon 1
Author:          dzamie
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First Edit:      Friday 17th of April 2015 12:16:37 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 24th of April 2015 07:25:53 PM CDT

>you wake up from your nap
>something feels off
>your blanket is heavier
>...come to think of it, you nap on top of the blanket
>perhaps you should open your eyes
>there's a dragon on your chest
>all four paws between your neck and waist
>he's staring at you
>why does he have to have such an adorable face
>he lets out a soft croon, then licks at your face
>when finished, he lets a few inches of tongue hang down from his mouth
>you wake up a bit more and realize he's tapping your hand with his tail
>so that's what he's after
>you chuckle, and pull your hand up towards the two of you
>immediately, he nips at your hand
>his soft tongue begins to slide around your hand, weaving through your fingers
>all of a sudden, he pulls away
>now outside of his mouth, your saliva-slicked fingers feel chilly
>the dragon grins at you
>damn, even his mischievous smirks are cute
>he picks up your hand between his teeth again
>the warmth is nice, although it's only his tiny teeth and humid breath
>he steps off of you, legs on either side, and starts pulling
>his tiny tugs aren't making you go anywhere
>he's not trying; he wants you to get up by yourself
>ugh, fine
>you sit up, crossing your legs underneath your dragon
>...or are you his human?
>his reptilian muzzle still shows off that smile
>he pulls your hand with him as he dips his head
>starting at chest level, going lower...
>across your hip and next to your other hand
>odd, he's never...
>familiar heat envelops your other hand as well
>he drags your hands, now next to each other, back in front of you
>he's never wanted both of your arms before
>but that hungry look in his eye doesn't lie
>his snout is barely wider than both hands together
>looks like he's got a mouthful
>after a moment's pause, the dragon swirls his tongue around your hands
>the thin, fleshy muscle glides across your palms
>around your fingers
>across the back of your hands
>until you're certain every last bit of them is coated in hot, slick dragon drool
>his tongue begins its trek up your arms
>you watch, enraptured, as the pink, forked appendage curls in a wide loop around your wrists
>glancing up a few inches, you realize he's staring directly at you
>looking into a dragon's eyes is dangerous
>but you trust your dragon
>...it's probably not just the dragon saying that
>you begin to lose yourself in those stunning golden orbs
>he's very gentle with his tongue, making very light loops
>slowly, steadily covering more of you in the slimy, hot saliva
>he reaches your elbows easily, each extra coil making his tongue slide across every prior loop
>the warm flesh presses lightly against every inch of your forearms, like a constant massage
>his beautiful eyes with their gorgeous slitted pupils were so calming
>you almost felt like falling asleep again
>there was only one problem
>a small voice in your head said he might try to smother you with that tongue
>well, that and he's only licking at your arms from the outside of the loop
>the first concern is small
>this is the first time he's asked for more than a single limb to lick
>you realize that the tongue around your wrists has stopped
>but it's still going near your elbows
>his tongue's grip is much stronger now
>your elbows start to get closer together
>you smile helpfully at your dragon
>returning his reassuring gaze with a similar look of your own
>and draw your elbows together
>this pulls your arms to your chest a bit, but your dragon doesn't seem to care
>you break eye contact for a second to look at his progress
>from your fingers to a bit of your upper arm, a wet, pink cocoon
>steadily shifting, gradually resecuring your forearms
>you left a bit of slack when you moved them
>the slack quickly disappears, and soft, comforting flesh presses against your limbs once more
>he used the extra tongue to advance, making a few more loops around your forearms
>you look down between your arms
>it's a pink pocket of flesh, slowly growing closer to your chest
>warm drool collects in tiny puddles inside
>it looks very comfy
>you find yourself almost envying your own arms
>only a few more inches until your arm is completely coated in dragon saliva
>...it occurs to you that he could very well suffocate you
>he doesn't seem to be running out of tongue any time soon
>he could just wrap once, twice, thrice around your mouth and nose
>and wait a few minutes
>your heart picks up, did you really just give him both your arms?
>with that leverage, kicking wouldn't do much against the dragon
>perhaps you should've thought this through more
>panicking, you stare at the dragon
>he smiles gently back at you
>his brilliant yellow eyes full of care, not malice
>your dragon wouldn't abuse your trust of him
>he finishes wrapping your arms up in his lithe tongue
>you feel the heat coming off of the wet appendage
>you feel him start to tighten again
>shoulders don't work that way
>sorry little dragon
>you smile and shake your head
>he stops squeezing
>keeping eye contact, your dragon moves his head forward
>taking your hands past his teeth
>he lets out a quiet, questioning trill
>you question the wisdom of letting your dragon eat your arms
>but he could probably take them by horse if he wanted
>he cares about your desires
>you trust your dragon
>staring into those deep golden eyes, you push your arms forward
>tongue-tied as you are, it doesn't do much
>but your dragon knows what you mean
>he pushes forward with his snout
>his tongue moves differently now
>it feels like it's slipping forward, directly up your arm
>but the soft spirals are now moving in the other direction
>he slowly unwraps the pink flesh from around your hands
>not that you can see it, of course
>but your fingers are granted some freedom
>you stretch them out a bit
>feeling around his soft, squishy mouth
>you look away for a second
>staring under the little guy's chin
>a bit of poking and prodding causes small bulges to appear through his scales
>and happy noises from the dragon
>you remember that you've given the dragon full permission to eat your arms
>like, not just tongue-wrap
>and who knows if he'll stop there
>the dragon presses his head further, uncoiling your wrists and starting on your forearms
>your wrists go from tight, hot dragon tongue to an open, somehow hotter dragon mouth
>your fingertips brush against the back of his mouth
>surprised by the change, you stare back at him
>your adorable little dragon
>the tongue still massages all up and down your upper arm
>even as he steps forward, taking the rest of your forearms between his jaws
>your hands press into his tight throat
>it's like his tongue, but better
>full horse of dragon body heat
>deliciously slick walls
>snug around your fingers
>your dragon presses a forepaw against your chest
>you easily comply, laying back down and straightening your legs
>he lies down on top of you
>he slowly crawls up your body
>unraveling his dripping tongue from around your forearms
>sliding the rest of its length higher up, and against your chest
>the rest of your hands are pressed into his snug throat, as are your wrists
>testing, you wiggle your hands around inside
>the strong, tight gullet affords very little movement
>you notice that your hands aren't making a bulge in his throat
>even though they were a big mouthful
>clever dragon
>he croons, apparently loving your wiggles
>cute dragon
>with those adorable eyes
>a ripple of horse pulses around your hands as he takes another gulp
>he takes another step forward, his snout at your shoulder
>your forearms are pulled into his gullet completely
>it holds your arms together better than his tongue did
>you feel something scaly wrap around your ankles
>his tail
>you could break free
>but... you don't really want to
>this is nice
>his throat muscles gently massage the limbs trapped inside
>as though they were trying to pull you further
>but your dragon wouldn't allow that
>so the throat simply sends fleshy pulses down your arms
>curious, you glance inside his maw
>past the dull teeth is light pink flesh
>squishy, wet, and pretty hot
>your elbows obscure his throat, though
>a small blast of humid air hits your face as the dragon exhales
>you realize that you're staring into the dragon's jaws with his throat around your arms
>probably not the safest of situations
>you try to push your arms out
>see if you're at least doing anything
>frantic, you crane your neck around to see his
>no movement
>no signs that there's a pair of arms trapped inside
>aside from his pleased crooning and sighs
>it's as though whatever's in his throat doesn't exist
>the dragon presses his teeth slightly harder into your arms
>not enough to cut, but it still hurts a bit
>you glare at him
>he looks back at you
>he looks... disappointed
>you quickly figure out why
>you were worried about nothing
>your dragon is well in control of his body
>his throat will stop where he wants it to
>and right now, that's around your forearms.
>you become aware of the heat on your chest
>your dragon is rather warm, even on the outside
>like a heated blanket
>his throat gently massages your arms
>keeping them nice and cozy in its slimy embrace
>he starts purring, happy you've calmed down
>you determine that that is the cutest noise your dragon could possibly make
>it's all very relaxing
>his light, vibrating purrs
>the warm weight of your dragon on your chest
>the calm, serene look in his eyes
>the hot, wet snugness of his throat around your arms
>the comforting, familiar slick tongue around your arms
>he's done a lot for you
>he blinks slowly, covering those marvelous yellow orbs for a fraction of a second
>certainly a great way to wake up
>your own eyes begin to close
>to think, he did all that for being able to lick at your arms
>didn't even get them all the way in
>you're fairly sure he got the poor end of the deal
>perhaps legs next time
>if they're not too big, that is
>you start to fade into sleep, your purring dragon keeping perfectly still
>you try to imagine the feeling around your arms
>but around your legs instead
>yes, that's a good idea
>you're glad you thought of it
>perhaps you'll offer to him tomorrow