ENTERTAIN-B.TXT - M/M, FanFic - 9/22/02

Here's a good one - A fanfiction based on a fanfiction..

Teiran wrote The Entertainer from Kaa's artwork. Well, I wrote this one simply because it seemed to be a natural extension - That and my Muse wouldn't stop nagging me. I do hope Teiran will write more about the raptor who 'entertains' the troops..

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"What time is it?"

Cloth rustled as a body moved to stare at a timepiece. "End of the First Hand."

A soft sigh. "I have to leave.. My brother will be home soon and will expect me to be there."

A nod and a soft kiss that turns fierce, hard and wanting..  "Damn I love you.."

A laugh as a body moves, scales gleaming in the light. "You say that every time.."

A hand turns the snout. "And I mean it every time.. I curse the fates that keep us apart. If I was a merchant or a fat priest, That I might shower you in riches..."

".. Yes I know. But you are a soldier and your pay is barely enough to keep hide from bones.."

A hand caresses the firm body, getting a hiss and a gasp. "One last time.. Please?"

A soft laugh as fingers found the male more than willing, erection stiff and strong in the scaled fingers. Then a red tongue flicked out and caressed it, causing it to flex and a moan come from it's owner. Lips part to take the fleshy appendage between them as a shaky hand encourages them further down the throbbing male-meat.

Up, then down goes the snout, the hand moving to cradle his 'eggs' in a way that tells of a familiarity.. They have been there many times before. A soft groan warns that they will soon give up their sticky fluids, salty and wonderful to the lover who moves their mouth faster, taking the straining member to the sheath. A hissed name drawn out in lust and desire, some gulps and they lay, holding one another, neither wanting to let go, but knowing they must..

A screech as the tip is sucked on, a curse growled out lovingly. 

"You Know I am sensitive just After... Oh Damn Love."

Finally the lips part to let the semi-hard maleness slip out and lay on the quivering leg, with a gentle pat. A hand reaches under a tattered pillow and thrusts something that clinks into the scaled palm.

"Take it.. I will make do with barely for a while. Please.. Take it."

Again they kiss, and the lizard puts the offering into a pouch, lifts a walking stick, makes his way from his lovers place. He smells himself, inhaling the musky scent of the male.. He will have to wash before returning to the Hovel he calls home. As he taps the stick before him he smiles, thinking the last words on the Sabre-tooth's Lips were his Name - Ryoshi. 

What was it about mammals that turned him on so? The scent, the growl, the moan as they came in him? It couldn't be the sight, even though he has caressed many a pelt, All are the same color to the blind.

The End...?