THE DRAGON'S PLAYTHING
Chapter 1: "Seed"
.o.o.o.
Annette kneeled down before the river. She could see her reflection in the water. He long golden locks hung down around her face and down her back. The sunlight reflected faintly in her blue eyes as she smiled.
She finished filling a bucket with water and stood back up. The thin garment she wore clung to her curvy figure, accenting her bottom and holding her full round breast behind the layer of fabric.
She turned around and made her way into the nearby cave. She was barefoot, but it didn't bother her. The rock floor had been smoothed out a long time ago.
A little ways in, the cave became illuminated by torches- kept continuously burning by the magical influence of the owner of the cave- her master. She made her way into a large central chamber and set the bucket down.
The area had various bits of furniture, such as a table and a grandfather clock, as well as various magical items and chests. There were some barrels in the chamber as well, some filled with wine and others with grains and other food. There was a fire pit in the center of the room.
This was where Annette cooked the meals, mostly for herself. Her master usually ate while out and didn't bother with the normal conventions of cooking.
There were also several openings, leading to other chambers. The larges opening led to the personal quarters of her master. She also usually slept there too, but there were other rooms and chambers as well.
One of the rooms had a large pool in it, fed by a small waterfall within the lair.
She could move about as she pleased, and come and go. She'd always come back to the den, so her master had forgone using a magical restraining collar on her.
She heard a swooping noise, which meant that her master had returned, entering his room trough the large opening in the ceiling. She smiled to herself and blushed, thinking about what they were going to do tonight.
After all, Dragons became bored quickly and needed plenty of stimulation to fill their leisure time. That was where Annette came in...
She smiled at the sight of the large red dragon slinking into the expansive chamber. She turned to him and smiled. His lizard-like features returning the gesture.
"Hello, Master Balthazar." She chirped sweetly to him, standing up.
The red dragon smiled again. "Hello, my pretty one." He replied, resting on his side. "Did your day go well?" He asked her in his deep rumbling voice.
The tone sent a thrill through her body and she nodded. "Yes, Master." She replied, rubbing her thighs together gently as she stood before him.
"Annette, you may take off your clothing now, if you like." Balthazar informed her casually with a smile.
The young woman blushed and nodded eagerly. She reached around her back and undid the knot holding her dress up. She easily slid out of it.
She was now nude, and her full round breasts were loose, making the rosy pink nipples visible as well. Her slit was also in view, covered by a layer of soft blond hair, matching the rest.
An expression passed over Balthazar's face as he took in her figure. Her hands were now resting on her hips and she was blushing nervously. He smiled to himself.
Annette fidgeted. She then crossed her arms and looked a little off to the side. She took on a mock pouting tone. "Please, Balthazar, have I done something to upset you?" She asked in a slow, sultry tone of voice. Her cute face was a mask of mock-indignation.
She felt something rise up her leg and nudge her forward. She quickly realized it was his tail, pulling her towards him.
She gasped and her face stained crimson with she felt the tip of his tail slip between her legs. "Oh Master!" She exclaimed as the tip teased the opening of her slit. She squirmed as it just slightly parted the folds of her vagina.
"Do you think I'm mad at you now?" He asked her deviously. He continued to caress her slit as he watcher her shake her head. She gasped again as he pulled the tip of his tail out of her.
Balthazar glanced at his tail, now slick with her juices. "Such a bad little wench you are." He remarked teasingly.
Annette fell against him and peered up at his face, her blue eyes meeting his dark red ones. She now had a pleading look in her eyes, but it also seemed to be mixed with want and arousal. "Hmm, let me make it up to you, my Master." She cooed as she ran her hands around his chest and stomach.
He smiled as her hands found his hardening member. She looked up at him, as if to ask permission. He nodded. "You know what to do." She nodded.
He rolled onto his back and watched as she crawled over and stopped between his legs. She rested her hands on his thighs and rubbed her cheek against his now erect cock. She enjoyed the warmth from it.
"Shall I make you cum?" She asked.
He nodded in reply and she got into a kneeling position and gripped his large member with both hands.
His cock was dark red, like the rest of him, but it was smooth and warm to the touch. Annette could see it glistening in the light as she held it. She traced the veins that ran up along it and stopped at the tip. She quickly darted her tongue out to touch the tip of his dragonhood.
She stroked him a few more times with her hands and then leaned down to press her lips against it. She slowly ran her tongue up the length and stopped to lick all around the head.
She stopped to brush her hair back and then slowly lowered her lips around the head of his cock, taking in as much as she could. Her warm breath on his dick, sent shivers through Balthazar as he watched- half lost in the erotic haze about them.
She continued stroking his hard length with her hands while she lapped at the head of his cock with her tongue. She took his member out, tasting pre-cum as she did so. She went back down and licked the trail of clear liquid from his now slick shaft.
The dragon looked at her as she sucked him, noting her cute little bottom sticking up, exposed to the cool air. He curled his tail around towards her.
Annette gasped as she felt the familiar feeling of his tail rubbing up against her wet slit. It then slipped in and began thrusting in and out of her. She trembled and struggled to keep up her pace with him as she began leaving a trail of kisses up his dick, till she came to the top.
Balthazar grinned to himself at the sight of the voluptuous woman bobbing up and down on his cock- her golden hair swaying slightly- while he skillfully pumped his tail into her dripping pussy.
Annette was almost gagging on his dick, taking as much as she could into her mouth. Her own hands were now slick with his pre-cum as she continued stroking him. She felt the tip of his tail going deeper and deeper into her most private parts.
Her hands continued to stroke the hard length as she licked and sucked on his cock, skillfully nursing his member.
"Annette!" He hissed, clawing the ground as he closed his eyes.
Suddenly, Balthazar roared in pleaser, flooding her mouth with his thick seed. She wasn't able to swallow all of it and had to pull back for air- only to have several more spurts of his semen splash onto her face and down on her breasts. She arched her back as he thrust into her one final time and her own juices soaked the dragon's tail.
She gasped and fell back, supported by his tail. Her large breasts heaving up and down as she took in ragged breaths of air. She smiled at him cutely, his seed covering her face and breasts.
He watched her with a satisfied expression as she reached up and wiped his cum off her breast and face and hungrily licked her fingers. She looked up at him. "Are you pleased?" She asked innocently.
Balthazar leaned forward and licked her face with his long tongue and smiled back at her. "Very much so, pretty one." He then looked her over. "Perhaps we should take a bath and get you cleaned up?"
(- End of Chapter 1 -)
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"Compromise is the essence of diplomacy, my friend, and diplomacy is the cornerstone of love. Sweet love!" -Dr. Henry Killinger
Telan Vanisian Stormcaller, sorcerer and diplomat extraordinaire, two time savior of the world, master of the primal forces of magic, and veteran adventurer, was completely out of breath. He had absolutely no faculty with teleportation or flying magics whatsoever, and the narrow, steep, twisting passage he was now negotiating would have been impossible for his horse to manage. He paused to catch his breath, casting a withering look down at his considerable paunch. If he was going to ever do this again, he might have to cut down on the tavern fare.
Ordinarily, he would have been able to bum a teleportation spell off one of his party members, or buy one from a spell-seller, but his host had said- in no uncertain terms- that Telan was to be discrete. When a red dragon of singular power sends you a personal invitation to his lair along with specific instructions on what to do and how to do it, it was usually a good idea to comply. Especially when (as it happened to be) you happened to owe your life to said dragon.
Sezarikan the Red, as he was known in the land, was a unique individual. Like most dragons of his kind, he was vain, greedy, prideful, selfish, self-absorbed, and completely devoid of kindness, mercy, or compassion. Unlike others of his ilk, he was extremely far sighted and possessed uncanny intelligence. Instead of using his wealth in gold as bedding, he formed a bank that most trade guilds and kings were either indebted to or found indispensable. Instead of wielding his physical power and arcane might like a cudgel, he formed elaborate self-defense pacts with adventurer parties, armies, and mercenary companies against the innumerable other horrors that stalked the world. Instead of demolishing threats to his position or will, he would co-opt them; instead of devouring those who were repelled by his race or morality, he would charm them. Gradually, through favors given and promised and agreements honored and forged, he had made himself indispensable to nearly every major power in the land. He was everything that most people feared and hated about red dragons, and yet utterly different.
Despite this, Telan was more than a little wary about their little meeting. He didn't have a clue about its true purpose, and the precautions he had been ordered to take meant that no one else even knew he was even gone. By the time he finally crested the peak and saw the massive, cavernous entrance to Sezarikan's lair, his heart was pounding from more than just physical exertion. He was scared because he had promised the dragon a favor. A really, really big favor.
The last time he had sent an entreaty to the wyrm, he had promised him he would do *anything* for his assistance. It was a bloody stupid thing to have done, but at the time he had been quite desperate. His party had been forced to fight an entire army of the living dead (let by a cadre of liches), which had threatened hundreds of thousands of lives across the region. Sezarikan had dutifully provided assistance, risking his own life in the process. The sight of the mighty dragon flying at treetop level, shrugging off spells and arrows while immolating vast swaths of the decaying army with his mighty breath was frighteningly beautiful. The image of a field of incinerated corpses made Telan involuntarily shudder with revulsion.
The sorcerer walked into the cave unsteadily, grasping the wardstone the dragon had provided like a child clutching a teddy bear. Surely, he told himself, I'm being paranoid! If his draconic ally had wanted to do any harm to him, why would he have gone to such lengths to cultivate their friendship? Whatever he wanted, it couldn't be that bad, right?
One thing still bothered him. Before inviting him to his lair, the dragon wanted to know for a fact that Telan knew how to cast Shapechange.
Before he made it a few feet into the cave's interior, the magic of the wardstone activated and transported Telan to Sezarikan's gigantic living quarters. Even knowing that it was going to happen, and able to feel the currents of magic as they surrounded him, Telan was briefly disoriented by the trip. He almost gasped in surprise when he realized that the dragon was sitting right in front of him, less than a dozen feet away.
Sezarikan was, as always, an impressive sight. It was hard for ten thousand pounds of red dragon to look anything but menacing, radiating physical and magical power strong enough to feel like a ripple in the fabric of reality. He was smiling with the type of lazy, contemptuous but ferocious grin that seemed to be a permanent fixture on his face, untouched by time or circumstance. His great, leathery wings were folded against his back like an enormous cloak.
(I believe you owe me a favor...) Sezarikan said telepathically, his regal bearing and tone implying how certain that belief was. (I'm afraid my memory falters on some of the finer points, however; what terms had we established?)
Telan found his mouth dry and head fuzzy. He managed to croak out his words only after clearing his throat. "Uhm, well, I believe that I said I'd do... anything. I'd be happy if you would be willing to... maybe... share what it is you might want with me?"
(What? No small talk or exchange of pleasantries? My dear sorcerer, your welcome here is not contingent upon obsequious devotion to my requests. However, if you wish to progress to the business at hand, I will respect your time accordingly.)
"Er... yes, Sezarikan. I mean, can we just take care of that first, at least?" Telan spoke.
(Excellent. The first part of my request is simple; I want you to change yourself into a dragon, like myself.) Sezarikan's smile was devious.
"Simple? This is very strong magic we are talking about..." Telan said, gathering his thoughts and power for a second.
(Powerful yes; elegant no. It is easily within your abilities.)
Telan felt a little insulted by the backhanded compliment, but chose to ignore it. Drawing deep on the arcane fire within his soul, he channeled magic into his body until it became pliant to his will. As the spell began to take hold, he concentrated in his mind on the form he wanted to assume: a red dragon.
Because of the drastic nature of the change, the process of shapeshifting was not instantaneous. Telan felt himself growing, changing at a dizzying pace. His weak and underdeveloped muscles surged with strength and multiplied in size fivefold as thick, nearly impenetrable crimson scales covered his body. Wickedly curved talons and claws grew in where the tips of his fingers used to be, as towering horns emerged from his head. His face grew out into a jutting muzzle, teeth sharp and vicious while great, batlike wings emerged from his back. A burning, smokey sensation filled his lungs as he felt a fierce, internal fire ignite in his belly. A massive, lizardlike tail and thick, frilled crest completed his transformation.
A dragon is a nearly perfect engine of destruction; the power of the form was intoxicating. For a brief moment, Telan felt like he understood the arrogance of the mighty creatures.
"So... what exactly do you want me to do now?" Telan spoke nervously through his newly-formed muzzle, his draconic a little rusty. Vertigo was making him feel dizzy; he wasn't used to being on all fours or speaking from a head so far above the ground, nor was he used to the sheer physical power of a draconic frame. Everything around him looked so small and fragile.
"Ah", the dragon said, his deep voice resonating throughout the vaulted chamber, "your curiosity is to be expected, my friend. I assure you that my intentions are, while by no means noble, entirely harmless. I did not ask you here to be my sparring partner, I am not going to use you as a decoy or body double, nor am I faced with a critical shortage of mirrors, statues or portrait. What I desire, what I... need... is something far simpler."
What does that mean? Telan thought. A warning siren had started to go off somewhere in his head.
"As you are probably more than aware, I am not particularly well-liked among my own kind. They think of me as soft-hearted because I refused to build a kingdom of ashes and offal, or engage in mindless and fruitless slaughter. They think of me as poor because my wealth lies in property and promises, investments and interest-bearing bonds instead of in lumps of metal. While, in most areas of existence, I couldn't care less about the opinion of such intellectual children, there are certain endeavors wherein I desire the company of other dragons. There are... certain tasks... that cannot be satisfactorily preformed by other creatures."
Uh oh. Every alarm bell in Telan's head was going off now.
"Now, as I am loathe to be reminded, you are... free to do as you like," Sezarikan said, practically spitting out the word 'free', "but if you are so inclined, I would like to engage in sexual relations with you."
The alarms had stopped. They had been replaced with the sort of silence that follows a meteor impact; the sort of disaster so cataclysmic and far-reaching as to destroy all means of recording its existence.
Several thoughts entered his head simultaneously: What in the Nine Hells!?!, By the gods, Sezarikan is gay too?, and Thank the heavens he isn't going to ask me to kill anything! were some of the choicest notions. In a way, he was relieved. He had been half-afraid the dragon was going to ask him to do something diabolically evil or suicidally insane; sexual experimentation would be interesting, maybe even fun.
"Well?" The dragon asked, a hint of nervous anticipation in his booming voice.
"I don't know..." Telan said, his voice was a growling, raspy purr. If that damn dragon was going to lead him on for the better part of three days, it wouldn't hurt for him to get some of the same. "I'm not sure if that is something I would be willing to do."
The violence and power inherent in the dragon's eyes had melted into tiny orbs of purest sorrow. "I... I understand. That is your remit, of course. It's just... I haven't had any relations in nearly three hundred... I mean... please don't make me beg. It is beneath us both."
"You haven't had sex in three hundred days? That is a pretty long..." Telan started to speak, surprised.
"Years." The dragon interrupted him. "I... I am not as promiscuous as others of my kind; I have standards. I refuse to engage in the perversion of having sexual relations whilst in humanoid form, or with other races. I only care for other dragons, and most of them do not care for me."
"You know, some people would consider what you're asking me to do pretty perverse." Telan said, contemplating the irony of a red dragon with strict sexual mores.
"Strange how the world works, is it not?" The mighty red dragon spoke, sitting down on his haunches. The movement sent a small rumble through the lair. "I tire of this wordplay, however. Can you indulge me and announce your decision, please?"
"Well... I suppose I *do* owe you a little favor... and I wouldn't mind trying something new." Telan said, giving the dragon a coy smile. At least, he hoped that's how it looked; in his mind all draconic facial expressions either looked like 'I want to eat you' or 'you aren't quite worth eating yet'.
The dragon couldn't contain his excitement; his voice was triumphant, gloating. "Excellent! Superlative! Telan my friend, I knew that I could count on you, truly I did! Now, if you would please just hold still while I cast a little spell..."
"What?" Telan said. He tried to analyze the magic forming in the red dragon's claws; it didn't look very powerful, but it was a type of spell he was completely unfamiliar with. Transmutation magic, except not tied to race...
"Well, I need for you to be the appropriate gender for sexual intercourse to take place, of course. Don't worry, I don't plan on getting you pregnant or anything ridiculous, I just want you to have the right parts..."
"What!? No deal!" Telan roared while surging forward, knocking Sezarikan down.
"Just... hold still..." The red dragon said, trying to maintain his concentration. The spell fizzled in his claws as the two of them tussled mightily, sending what were probably priceless vases and statues tumbling to the ground with a horrible crash. Sezarikan was far stronger and far more experienced with his form than Telan, and easily pinned him to the ground.
"I am not homosexual!" Sezarikan said, some measure of his usual haughtiness returning to his voice.
"Well, I'm not a dragon!" Telan replied, roaring. "Can't you meet me halfway on this?"
"Certainly not! I will not engage in such debauchery!"
"Well, then, you can go fuck yourself! Do you have a spell for that?" Telan said, still angry. He was struggling to break the pin that held him without much luck.
The two dragons laid there panting from the exertion, staring each other down. Sezarikan was holding Telan down with his mighty strength, looking lost in thought while Telan stared back at him defiantly. The stalemate was broken, however, when Telan felt something stiff and hot rubbing against the soft scales on his belly...
"Hmmm... what is that, Sezarikan?" He huffed, a small cloud of ash escaping from his muzzle as he spoke.
"Err..." For once, the mighty wyrm seemed to be at a loss for words. "I don't know?"
"Is that so?" Telan said, slipping one of his claws out of the dragon's faltering grip. Dragon forepaws were strong but dexterous, well-suited for any number of uses. Sure enough, the wyrm's massive dragonhood had broken out of its covering during their wrestling, and was now proudly jutting out from between Sezarikan's hindpaws. Telan grabbed the mighty shaft with his free paw, and gave it a single, slow stroke.
Sezarikan's reaction was a tremendous gasp. The last time Telan heard the wyrm make such a surprised, pained sound was when he had been resisting a necromancer's death spell. Abruptly, Telan felt the grip holding him down melt, and he seized the chance to roll away from the dragon's pin.
Telan rose to all fours with what he hoped was dignity. "Well, what is it going to be? I'll still have sex with you, but I am *not* changing any more than this..."
Sezarikan's shaft looked like a loaded weapon; it was now fully rigid and pulsed with every beat of the dragon's heart. He looked like he was in incredible pain. Telan didn't know a whole lot about draconic anatomy or their mating habits, but three centuries without intimate contact had to be sheer torture.
"I... I... I accept your... terms, sorcerer." Sezarikan said, sighing desperately. "Just... please... help me. Indulge me with the gift of a dragon's body, just this once."
Telan regarded the wyrm with a sympathetic but frustrated look. Despite all the differences between Sezarikan and his ilk, he still seemed to regard sex as something that one took and enjoyed at another's expense, instead of something to be shared and enjoyed together. The dragon might have been far older and more powerful than him, but in the realm of love he seemed almost absurdly immature. Telan was going to have to give him a little lesson...
"Lie down. Relax yourself; let me take care of you." Telan said, in a rumbling voice. He was starting to remember the elegant and flowing syntax that dragonspeech followed, becoming more comfortable with his adopted shape. He licked the inside of his maw with his tongue, feeling out the razor-sharp teeth that lined it at the moment. He was going to have to be damn careful with this part, but he was getting excited. Telan had bedded many, many different males in his time, but until today he had never even considered soliciting the capricious affections of a dragon. Now that he was about to, however, he found that his excitement and arousal were soaring.
Sezarikan had laid down as Telan asked, waiting with nervous anticipation. The great, predatory irises of his eyes, eyes that resembled spheres of liquid magma, shone with need.
Telan leaned down, his muzzle a scant foot from the titanic, ridged, dragoncock in front of him. A small stream of precum had already started to dribble down from it, running down the front of the head and dripping to the ground below. Telan breathed deep, the powerful scent of dragon musk making his nostrils flare and knees weaken. He shuddered with delight, the smell making his own member peek out of his adopted form's slit ever-so slightly. Opening his maw wide, the transformed sorcerer took the upper half of the true dragon's penis into his mouth.
Sezarikan shook, gasping for air as Telan began his ministrations. Experimenting with his shapechanged body, Telan rubbed the sides of the cockhead with his prodigious tongue, caressed the member with his fiery-hot mouth, and rubbed the softer insides of his partner's thighs with his clawed forepaws. The dragon leaked preseed into his mouth at an absolutely unbelievable pace; buckets of mixed saliva and precum dribbled from Telan's maw, splattering to the floor below. Each fresh puddle of fluid sizzled, steaming; giving off even more of that mind-fogging musk. Telan began to increase his pace, sucking along the entire length of the shaft in his maw. He dove deeper and harder, the tip of his muzzle banging against the dragon's forming knot with lewd, wet slaps.
By this point, Sezarikan's erudite and charming speech had been replaced by animalistic, rumbling moans and soft, pleasured roaring. The heat was incredible; the temperature inside the lair had become almost hot enough to boil water. It was a small miracle that the sex-starved dragon held out for as long as he did; Telan chalked this up to his nigh-legendary pride. He still had a few ploys left, however. Carefully maneuvering his oversized tongue, Telan licked across the very front of the dragoncock in his mouth and began to press into the silted opening at its tip, still sucking with all the might his lungs could muster.
That did the trick! He thought, as Sezarikan began to convulse, his mating roar shaking the entire lair like an explosion. Telan could feel the enormous member occupying his muzzle throb powerfully, mere seconds away from release now...
The orgasm shot like lightning through the dragon's frame, a rumbling echoed throughout the vaulted room as Sezarikan's internal testicles emptied themselves for the first time in ages. The first shot of searing-hot dragoncum almost floored Telan, even with his massively augmented strength. The sheer force of the sticky liquid blast was enough to force itself down his throat before he could try and swallow it. Telan quickly tried to back up, but found Sezarikan's forepaws holding his frilled crest in a deathgrip, holding Telan tight against his soft pubic scales. The second load of dragonseed quickly filled his maw, and then a third tried to force its way in. Telan's draconic throat undulated as he gulped it down as fast as he could, his belly filling with pleasant, full warmth. However, even equipped with a dragon's maw and stomach, Telan found the flood of seed too much to handle. Rivers of the thick, oozing cum leaked out of his muzzle, or were forced out when fresh pulses of dragoncum erupted from the member still in his mouth.
For Telan, it was an unreal experience. The red dragon's orgasm ended up lasting far longer than the oral sex that had preceded it. Even when he had managed to pry himself out of the dragon's powerful but relaxing limbs, tiny geysers of draconic essence continued to shoot from the still-hard member. Telan's muzzle and chest were practically soaked in the sparking, molten-hot seed, and he was extremely grateful that dragon's possessed a clear, protective lens over their eyes. Untold quantities of the sticky liquid filled his stomach and mouth still, but fortunately its taste was quite good. It had a smokey, rich flavor that was somewhere between really strong alcohol, charred wood, and barbequed meat. Telan licked his claws clean, savoring it.
Both dragon-forms were panting, dazed from the aftermath. Sezarikan had collapsed to the floor in a messy heap, in a puddle of his own seed that looked deep enough to fish in. Telan had never been so aroused in his entire life, looking upon the sight. His own formidable erection stood out now; it wasn't as big as Sezarikan's titanic member, but it was impressive still in its own right.
"How was that?" Telan asked smugly, still trying to clean himself off.
"That was completely... and wholly... without precedent... in my experiences." Sezarikan mumbled, still lying on his back in a euphoric stupor. "How... pray tell... did you learn how to do that?"
"Heh!" Telan laughed, "It's not as hard as you might think. All you have to do is think of what would feel good yourself, and then do that for someone else."
"Well, it appears that your altruistic intuition serves you well, sorcerer. I believe that your debt to me is forgiven, repaid in full. In fact, and I fear I may be losing my killer instinct by even so much as contemplating the notion, I believe that a debt may have been incurred in your favor."
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that." Telan said, a malicious smile on his muzzle. "I think you can repay me right now..."
"What precisely are you suggesting?" The red wyrm asked, listlessly. His eyes were shut tight; he was still basking in the pleasure of the sexual release he had been denied for so long. "I suppose I might be able to rouse myself for another round of activity, if that is your intent."
"Mayhaps, Mayaps... Be patient; I'll lead you." Telan said, trying to hide the excitement in his voice. He crept forward, coating his hard shaft with some of the still-warm gobs of dragoncum that littered the chamber. Once he was on top of the resting, spread-eagle form of Sezarikan, he straddled his long, reptilian tail. Telan adjusted, positioning himself just right...
"What are you..." Sezarikan started to ask, one eye opening slightly.
Telan didn't respond as he quickly sunk every last inch of his ridged cock into the red dragon's exposed tail-hole. The wyrm snarled, caught completely off guard as the hard, scaled meat penetrated his depths. The ensuing struggle was epic; Sezarikan tried to throw Telan off him, only to be frustrated by the transformed sorcerer's powerful grip and unrelenting determination. The mighty wyrm managed to roll them both over, but the violent tumbling only succeeded in slamming Telan's inflated knot past his entrance. Telan moaned aloud as the two of them tied together with a wet, smacking sound.
"You... you dare to... this is outrageous!" Sezarikan roared, gasping heavily. His tail was thrashing about behind him as he tried vainly to gain purchase against the dragoncock inside him. "I'm the one who should be doing the... the penetration, here!"
"That's not... how... it works!" Telan said, shuddering as the wyrm's struggling sent tremors of hot pleasure surging across his cock. "You can't just... take and plunder and seize all the time... have to have a little... giving, sharing in there, too."
Sezarikan spat back his rejoinder. "I disagree most strenuously; I am not a female! Remove yourself at once!"
"Can't... we're tied together... now." Telan managed. The wyrm's tail-hole was massaging his maleness with such intense heat and pressure he could barely think. Every time Sezarikan struggled or spoke, the shifting of his insides just made the feelings even more pronounced. Sezarikan gripped his forepaws tightly and tried to use them as leverage to free himself, pushing off with all his might. Telan felt the very beginning of his engorged knot slip out of the wyrm's tailhole, a tiny river of preseed leaking from around it, before the dragon's strength faltered. As Sezarikan collapsed back on Telan's prone body, the sorcerer felt his knot firmly re-lodged itself. Fierce, inexorable pleasure surged through them.
Telan was forced to blink as something struck the upper part of his muzzle. When his eyes had cleared, he saw Sezarikan's fully-hardened member above him, a thin strand of precum linking it to his face. He smiled, licking it off with a single slurp.
"You seem to be enjoying this, dragon." He said, giving another short thrust into his somewhat-unwilling partner.
"I... am not... doing anything... of the sort... human." Sezarikan said, huffing. His cock throbbed, glistening with fluid old and new.
"You don't want me to continue? You want to lie here, still, until I can remove myself from you?" Telan asked, his voice a gravelly, teasing tone. Sezarikan had a look of pained confusion on his muzzle, as he gasped for breath and reached for words.
"Uh...well, maybe not necessarily."
"You've never had sex with another male before? You didn't know it could be so pleasurable?" Telan purred, thrusting in slowly. He might not be the dragon's equal in combat, but he was way above his league when it came to matters of sexual experience.
Sezarikan shuddered with pleasure as his prostate was again struck, another blast of precum erupting from his mammoth cock onto Telan's neck. "I... maybe."
"Are you going to let me lead now?"
"Y-yes, sorcerer. You... have my permission."
Telan tested the dragon's grip, and found it yielding. Gently, he rolled the two of them over so that he was on top of the red wyrm once more. Spreading the dragon's hind legs as far apart as he could manage, Telan pulled himself back as far as his knot would allow and thrust himself to the very hilt. Both dragons roared with ecstacy, their fighting and conflict having evolved into actual lovemaking. Hoping to taste the burning, musky flavor of Sezarikan's seed once again, Telan bent his long neck down and took the dragon's member into his maw. He alternated slow, powerful thrusts with his tied dragoncock with strong, fast sucks on the hot, hard penis in his mouth. As he continued, every thrust became shorter and faster, while every suck became more insistent. Telan had been aroused well past his normal peak ever since he had his first taste of dragonseed; the incredible sensation of Sezarikan's anal passage was so pleasurable it verged on torture. He was going to fill the dragon to the brim...
Telan's orgasm came on slowly, but with unstoppable force. He roared out, shaking the cavern. As his internal testicles contracted, he could feel pulse after pulse of his thick seed fire deep into his partner's passage, before it was forced deeper still by ensuing blasts. Sezarikan joined him in his roaring before climaxing as well, the searing hot fullness of the seed filling his tail-hole too much to resist. Telan felt wave after wave of fresh dragoncum flow into his mouth and down his throat, where it joined the first of Sezarikan's seed in his gullet. Telan pulled away from the still-spurting dragoncock after filling his maw up again, coaxing Sezarikan to lean forward. The two dragons shared the thick, magma-hot essence in a sloppy kiss that left much of it on their faces. It wasn't a problem, though; they took plenty of time to clean each other off carefully with their tongues before all was done. With a tremendous grunt, Telan pulled his softening, semen-soaked cock out of the red wyrm, a small flood of cum leaking out with it before the dragon's anus closed.
When the transformation spell had finally worn off, Telan gave a sheepish smile to the colossal dragon he had just made love to. Sezarikan had given up on trying to appear intimidating or authoritative for the moment, and instead telepathically sent short words of thanks and minor pleasantries. Exhausted but happy and victorious, Telan bowed down and turned to leave.
"Wait! Telan!" The dragon's voice echoed throughout the vaulted lair, hurting Telan's now-human ears. There was a short, awkward pause between the two before he hesitantly spoke. "What are you doing next week?"
The first thing Telan Vanisian Stormcaller (master sorcerer and diplomat, two time savior of the world, master of the primal forces of magic and veteran adventurer) heard when the tenth day of negotiations began was that- shockingly- both sides had come to an agreement. Telan was practically beside himself; bone-grindingly difficult land rights negotiations never, ever, ever ended quickly. Or amicably.
"What brought this about? When we recessed yesterday you said you'd sooner burn the forest to the ground that cede an inch of it back to the Elves, and they said that if you tried anything of the sort they would call down the vengeful fury of a thousand..."
He was interrupted by the ambassador from Cromlech, a short and pudgy man who's appearance and friendly mannerisms belied how incisive and vicious he could be at a negotiating table. "What!? No, no, no! You were quite right, you know, when you told us we were being, ah, 'insane' for not agreeing with your terms. Upon close examination, we realized they perfectly meet the needs of both the Elves and the people of Cromlech!"
" Yes! All that was just simple posturing! Our similarities and points of concurrence were always greater than our differences and disagreements!" The Elven minister interjected, nervously drumming his slender fingers together.
"Have... have you two been coerced in any way?" Telan whispered, gazing furtively into the crowd of assembled functionaries behind the two ambassadors.
"No! No, no, not at all! Mr. Stormcaller, I assure you that this is entirely on the level! After what you said yesterday, we met together after the formal negotiations had been completed for the day and worked out the remaining- minor issues- ourselves. We owe you an immense debt of gratitude!" The man from Cromlech said, his enormous smile belied by the trickle of nervous sweat dripping down his pasty face.
Tekan sighed. He knew exactly what was going on: Sezarikan.
He should have seen it coming, really. When he told the dragon he was going to be busy with negotiations and thus not available for several weeks, Sezarikan hadn't expressed a hint of disappointment. He had just smiled that damned all-knowing smile of his and wished Telan good luck.
In his forty-odd years, Telan had seriously dated five males, and had relations with dozens. Humans, Elves, Lizardfolk, Tieflings, three Drow, a Dwarf, and even a Celestial. Most of them had been fellow adventurers, a few had been employers or friends, and two of them had even been former enemies. His experience with romance, companionship and sex was beyond extensive. Despite this, nothing he had done had prepared him for what it would be like to have a relationship with an elder dragon... especially one as unique and powerful as Sezarikan. For one thing, the dragon had an awfully hard time showing his affection; instead of a hug or an 'I-love-you', he would build a school or incinerate something evil. Telan's fellow party members were beginning to take note of how strange the infamous wyrm had been acting recently; it was going to be impossible to keep everything secret for much longer.
At first, it had been nothing more than a few scattered, clandestine and purely sexual encounters. Telan had been quite surprised to find how much he enjoyed sneaking around behind his party's back, having sex with a dragon while transformed into one himself. Telan began to look forward to their furtive sessions, and not just for the sex. The two of them would talk continental politics endlessly and swap arcane lore whilst trading rhetorical barbs and debating philosophy. Slowly, without intent or design, they had gone from cautious détente to something approximating a real relationship. A very, very strange relationship, but a relationship nonetheless.
Telan's thoughts returned to the problem at hand. How stable was this accord going to be? The terms of the treaty were completely fair and impartial, if somewhat unconventional. He had expected to have to wrangle with the more closed-minded leaders on both sides of the border for several agonizing weeks before convincing them to accept it, but he knew that once they agreed and they saw it in action it would hold. Would it hold now, with such a rushed timetable and after such blatant coercion? It was impossible to predict. It wasn't like he had a choice now; he couldn't well drag them back to the negotiating table just to convince them to agree to the same damned provisions, could he?
Telan forced himself to smile with feigned sincerity. "Well gentlefolk, I'm glad to hear that reason and civic-mindedness have prevailed. May your peoples both prosper and enjoy a long and fruitful peace!"
"Indeed!"
"Hear, hear!"
"Bravo! Magnificent!"
Then came another half-hour of formalities, but Telan's mind had already wandered far away. He needed a hot meal, good drink, and a word with Sezarikan.
When the negotiations finally let out, Telan made a beeline for the nearest inn. He had barely had time to sit down and take off his coat when a hooded, black-cloaked figure slid into his booth, holding two huge flagons of mead and a platter of sausage rolls.
The quasi-mysterious figure spoke with friendly, self-possessed energy. "Well, I see the meeting went well, my friend! I thought that you expected it to take much longer? Clearly your estimable skill..."
"Oh, save it!" Telan said, torn between amusement and anger. "I thought I asked you not to interfere in my negotiations! These things can be delicate, and a short-term solution that falls apart doesn't do anyone any good!"
"What? Surely you do not think that my presence influenced the course of the negotiations in any way, do you?" The dragon said, tossing his cloak and sword onto the table. Sezarikan had been wearing humanoid forms more often these days, most often affecting the shape of a tall and darkly handsome human. "I merely paid them both my courtesy, to express my most deep and sincere wishes that the talks were progressing in a productive and amicable fashion."
"Oh really?" Telan asked cynically. "I don't suppose that Cromlech's representative might have felt compelled to indulge your wishes, given that his country owes you everything short of its first-born children..."
"I never broached the subject, but you speak truthfully. I have extensively bankrolled their recent infrastructure projects." The polymorphed dragon gave a broad, gleaming smile. "It was a good investment; they will be a first-rate power within the next century."
"Hmph. I don't even want to know what you said to the elves..."
"What a fortunate coincidence! I don't want to tell you!" Sezarikan said merrily, kicking off his shoes. He was getting more and more comfortable with humanoid forms, but he still held most clothing in contempt. "But all of that is quite beside the point. They agreed to your treaty, and your treaty was perfect. I should know; I helped you write some of it."
"Don't take off your shoes at the table! And, yes, the treaty is quite good, but sometimes in diplomacy the path is as important as the destination." Telan said, sighing.
"To address the latter point: that is subject to debate, and I would be more than happy to formally defend my position at a later date. To address the former: I'm happy to say that this particular establishment will most likely not take offense."
"And why is that?"
"Because I just purchased it."
"You know something? This is the most gods-damned insane relationship I've ever been in!" Telan said, staring into his mead as he started into a sausage roll. The wyrm was so damned audacious, so prideful! The only time he abandoned his thick emotional armor of detached arrogance was when he had a hard cock under his tail. "You can't possibly expect to keep our... friendship... secret if you continue to do things like this."
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. Truth be told, I am starting to care less and less of what others might think of me. You and I, I should say." The polymorphed dragon said, draining half his flagon in a single titanic swig.
"Is that so?" Telan said, with a wry smile. "Truly?"
"Do you doubt the veracity of my words?" Sezarikan asked, taking a healthy swig of his mead. "I would like to avoid the public opprobrium that would certainly follow if our... indiscretions? were to be made common knowledge, but I am a *dragon*. I refuse to slink around in the shadows and I will not be deterred from any course of action by the judgment of my lessers."
Telan smiled and did not respond. He had an idea of how to get back at the egotistical dragon for his interference...
"Regardless, nothing I said and certainly nothing I did today had any impact upon your delicate negotiations, I assure you. I was merely in the city to check on the operation of several eleemosynary organizations that I was considering making donations to and I happened upon each delegation in the most serendipitous manner during the process. It was quite... quite... what are you doing?" Sezarikan spoke, his words trailing off as a strange look crossed his face.
Telan gave him an evil smile, and continued to focus on the telekinetic spell he had just silently cast. He directed the invisible fields carefully, slowly and gently squeezing on the dragon's penis while the rest of the inn was none the wiser.
"By the nine hells! You... we can't do this here, in public!" Sezarikan said in a strained, forceful whisper as he squirmed uncomfortably on his side of the booth. He slid closer to the table between them, trying to hide his growing erection.
"Okay, fine." Telan said, nonchalantly eating another sausage roll as he continued focusing on his spell. "I'll stop as soon as you apologize for screwing with my negotiations."
"Apologize? My friend, if I am guilty of anything, it would be doing you an undeserved favor..." The dragon said back, before he had to stifle a pleasured moan.
"I insist." Telan said, increasing the pace of his telekinetic fondling.
"Telan. Please. Stop." He said, teeth gnashing. "You are being reckless!"
"Apologize!" Telan hissed at him under his breath, rolling his testicles around and caressing his inner thighs.
"I don't see any need for such a triviality! Not when..." Sezarikan began to say. Telan interrupted him with a new telekinetic force, this one pushing apart his ass cheeks and prodding just inside. His eyes scrunched at the intrusion, and a small, strained gasp escaped his mouth. One of the waitresses turned, but he managed to compose himself before her eyes met him.
"Why did you do it!? I specifically told you not to interfere!" Telan said, harshly.
"Y-you seriously underestimate my resolve, h-human..." The dragon said back, squirming and closing his eyes rhythmically. "You should be thanking me! I saved you w-weeks of time-wasting prevarication from that chattel!"
And suddenly, the truth of the matter hit Telan. The negations would likely have taken another two weeks at a minimum, and slinking off to get intimate during the delicate proceedings would have been out of the question. Telan sighed. The dragon's motivation was so damn obvious, yet pride would never let him speak it aloud.
He was lonely.
Sezarikan the Red- scourge of the skies, cunning political mastermind, wealthy entrepreneur, arcane expert and supra-genius intellectual- hadn't had a lover for centuries and a friend for... had he ever had a real friend before?
Telan had spent many years as an adventurer and as a diplomat; cynicism and self-interest were not foreign concepts to him. He despised being manipulated or influenced, and he sure as hell hated being controlled. But this was something else, something different. Sezarikan was not motivated by anything as simple as selfishness. He had been starved of real emotional contact for so long that- having found it- he simply couldn't bear to let it go for any extended period of time.
Telan felt his anger and frustration melt into pity, and he let go of his spell. He looked at his lover, their eyes meeting in a complicated exchange that lasted for a very long time. Telan found himself lost in thought, unsure what to think of their extraordinary relationship.
The trance was broken when he suddenly realized he was feeling mighty chilly. Patting himself down with alarm, Telan realized that all the clothing under his robe had somehow disappeared... or been disintegrated.
"Very cute." He said, uncomfortably pulling his loose robe tighter against his body.
Sezarikan smiled at him, with his damned lazy but predatory smile. A bare foot had slinked its way under Telan's robe, where it started rubbing against Telan's unprotected penis. "I can work spellcraft of my own, human."
Telan gave back a wry, playful smile. Their eyes met again from across the table; they were both quite aroused from the subtle but public display.
Sezarikan spoke up again, his voice more urgent than before. "I think we both know where this is going. Now, before we both make fools of ourselves, we should get a room in my inn and see if the beds are of sufficient quality or if I must order new sleeping accoutrements."
"Right now, right here?" Telan said, surprised. "Look, normally I would be all for it, but when my party hears that negotiations got cut short, they are going to come find me. They have been chomping at the bit to go explore that old temple and if they see us together it's going to raise some very prickly questions... especially from Redahn."
"Yes, yes; the paladin." Sezarikan said dryly, as a bemused smile lit up his face. "The zealous fool once told me that he would personally destroy me if I ever 'embarked upon the wicked ways of my kind'. Can you believe that?"
"That sounds like Redahn, alright. Good man to have in a fight, but he can be a tad... uncompromising. Prudish, too. He's taken more vows of self-sacrifice that I can remember."
The dragon gave a mocking harrumph, taking another healthy swig of his drink. "Remind me again why abstaining from life's pleasures is considered to be sacred?"
"Hey, don't ask me; when I save the world I sure as the hells want to celebrate the fact." Telan said, finishing his own drink and grabbing a third sausage roll.
"Surely it would be better to celebrate the wonder and diversity of the experiences that existence presents while simultaneously serving others! Does it truly detract from one's character to..."
Telan interrupted him. "Ah, stop it you clever bastard; I see where you're going with this! You seriously want to get a room here? I thought you never wanted to have sex as a human; has something changed your mind?"
"Not really, no. But I think I've found a compromise..."
Telan raised an inquiring eyebrow.
The dragon and the sorcerer departed from the table with a haste that can only be seen in people running from large demons or to have particularly good sex, leaving a pile of gold on the table an order of magnitude higher than the bill. Rushing upstairs as fast as possible without being too conspicuous, they entered one of the guest rooms and locked the heavy oak door behind them. Telan was still strongly aroused from their surreptitious foreplay, but even more curious as to what sort of compromise Sezarikan had in mind.
"What exactly is this? Some form of magic I'm guessing?"
The polymorphed wyrm gave a broad, toothy grin, one that looked out of place on a human's face. "Yes, this is something I *must* show you. A rather impressive artifact, which has recently come into my possession and could prove quite useful for our... needs."
"Oh?" Telan said, expectation in his voice. He had a weakness for new and interesting arcana that he couldn't contain if he tried, and the dragon knew it. "Well, let's have a look, shall we?"
Sezarikan reached into his left pocket and brought out a small, gemmed weight scale. Half of it was made of gold and the other half a strange, silvery and dull metal. Arcane glyphs and sigils danced across it like waves across the ocean, and the very fabric of space seemed to thrum in tune with them.
"By Lolth's frigid tits! Are you insane?!" Telan said, tripping over a chair as he ran towards him. "A Scale of Balance! Do you have any idea what that thing is capable of!? You can't bring one of those into a populated area..!"
"Hmm? What do you mean..?" Sezarikan started to say, admiring the artifact.
He was never able to finish his words. Telan crashed into him in an awkward, stumbling fall after tripping over the chair, sending the two of them and the scale to the ground in a violent crash. There was a brilliant, golden flash from the artifact, and a tidal wave of magical energy washed over the two of them.
Telan tried to stand up and found that he could not. His head was spinning so fast, he couldn't hold onto the floor without falling. His body felt disjointed, but uninjured.
A deep, dazed, growling voice came from the other corner of the room. It sounded an awfully lot like Sezarikan did when he was in his true form, except not quite as ear-shattering. "Telan, understand that I say this with naught but friendship and kindness in my heart: you are as dexterous as a pregnant sloth."
Stars shot across Telan's vision, brilliant flashes of throbbing pain that only head trauma could cause. "A... yeah, mayhaps. But tell me, what do you intend to do with a Scale of Balance?"
"What I intended is irrelevant, because you just activated the artifact." Sezarikan said, stumbling to his feet. "I suspect the results shall become obvious soon enough."
"What is that supposed to mean? What did you intend to 'balance' with it? Why are... oh." Telan said, stopping suddenly. He had started rubbing his sore forehead, only to run into the stubby beginnings of a pair of horns. "Human... dragon... half-dragon?" He ventured.
"I would say half-human, but you can be as anthropocentric as you wish." Sezarikan responded, his smile noticeably toothier than it had been earlier.
"Interesting." Telan remarked, as his skin turned into hard, glossy red scales.
Telan had gotten used to the strange sensations associated with transforming into a full dragon, along with the vast changes in size and perspective that accompanied it- but this was much different. For some reason, the vastness of the change insulated his mind from it somewhat, making everything feel alien and different. There was so much power and feeling and life in a dragon's body it was overwhelming at times, hard for him to fully grasp. Despite being much smaller in size and scope, this transformation struck Telan closer to home; intruding on the very concept of self that he held. He felt vaguely human still, but the draconic presence grew stronger and stronger in both his mind and body as it progressed. It wasn't an unwelcome change; dragons were sensual and powerful creatures, with all sorts of interesting body parts and an insatiable sex drive.
The sorcerer felt a long, muscular tail emerge from his backside and snake out below his robe and his knees shift into a digitgrade configuration. As his face started to push out and lengthen into a snout he saw similar changes (reversions?) taking place on his companion. Sezarikan was reveling in his transformation, his hands balling into fists as claws emerged from his fingertips and his smile growing broader as a muzzle replaced his face. Suddenly, his predatory grin looked quite natural. Telan couldn't help but laugh when the true dragon's tail and wings emerged, shredding his clothing in the process. Telan quickly pulled off his robe and tossed it aside before his own batlike, leathery wings started to form on his back, admiring how hard and smooth his naked body had become.
Their transformations came to a close, leaving them both a fusion of dragon and human. Sezarikan was busy tearing the remainder of his tattered clothing off his body, discarding the expensive garments like they were used tissues while Telan helped him. They both stood naked in the room- which now seemed quite small due to their enlarged size- admiring each other's lean, muscular and thick-scaled bodies, draconic vigor surging through them. Their arousal was plainly evident, their huge and thick members already swollen and stiff. To Telan, it was intoxicating; the ideal combination of humanoid mobility and draconic power. A hint of musk already drifted through the room.
"This is not quite what I prefer." The wyrm said, folding his wings against his back. "We are so small! And moving on two legs is awkward and I dare say unstable (as you have proven repeatedly). But Telan, my friend, I am nothing if not amenable to compromise. And besides, it would be quite difficult for me to assume my full size inside most areas of human habitation."
"Well, I think this is perfect." Telan said, chuckling in a gravelly and deep voice as he switched to speaking Draconic. He noticed that Sezarikan- as always, it seemed- was standing there anxiously, waiting for him to make his move.
It was bizarre, but the mighty wyrm simply did not have the courage to seize the initiative. He was always nervous, self-conscious when they first began, hesitant to abandon his pride and conceit and share his body. Telan hadn't even been able to get him to admit what they were doing was gay; the dragon simply brushed it off as 'a trivial detail'. It was hardly surprising; dragons were among the most promiscuous species in the world, but getting Sezarikan to acknowledge anything personal was a daunting task at best.
Well, thought Telan, smiling, bold actions trump silent words.
Telan walked over to Sezarikan, dragonhood swaying pleasurably with every thudding step he took. Firmly grabbing the dragon by his horns, he pulled him into a deep kiss. Sezarikan closed his eyes as it began, letting Telan play with his tongue for several long seconds before slowly returning it. Telan heard the sound of wood being rent apart, as the dragon's powerful talons dug into the floor. He clearly needed this badly; it had been nearly two weeks since their last encounter. How the dragon had managed to stay chaste for several centuries of time before their first encounter was utterly beyond Telan's comprehension. Telan grabbed the wyrm's erection as they continued the kiss, giving it long and slow strokes as they stumbled towards the bed. When they reached the edge, the two fell onto it in a playful tumble. Much to their combined dismay, the sturdy-looking bed collapsed with a loud crack when the eight-hundred odd pounds of dragonkin crashed onto it.
"I guess you do need new beds." Telan said, laughing as he tried to extricate himself from the mess.
Sezarikan's words were muffled by the remains of the bed to which he was pinned, but from the annoyed tone it had been some sort of witty barb.
"What was that? I can't quite hear you." Telan said to the dragon underneath him, thumping his tail on the bent comforter as he straddled his chest. "Say that again?"
Sezarikan brought his head back up and spit out several pillowfeathers, but when he opened his mouth to speak once again Telan shoved himself forward quickly and thrust his member straight into his maw. A look of annoyed surprise flashed across the wyrm's face for a second, before turning into a naughty smile. Sharp fangs grazed his thick member, doing little more than tickle the hard scales, and then the long muzzle engulfed his penis in its entirety. Telan felt warm saliva coat his maleness as a powerful tongue rolled it around and teased precum from his cockslit, and he scooted himself forward to press in deeper. He felt warm air from Sezarikan's snout start to blow against his pubic scales, and balanced himself by grabbing the dragon's horns.
The wyrm's playful, slightly hesitant tongue-work shifted to powerful, needy sucks as they continued. He suckled on the throbbing member filling his mouth, hot saliva and hot sweat dripping from him in equal measure and soaking through the bedding beneath them. Telan felt his own talons grip on parts of the bed frame and break them into smaller pieces, as the fiery embrace on his dragonhood drove him closer and closer to sexual release. Already the temperature in the room had risen a dozen degrees, the body of a red dragon being a furnace few conventional sources could match.
Telan felt something stiff press against the soft underside of his tail, and knew that the hard and hot object had to be Sezarikan's own member. Telan rubbed it with a few long flicks of his tail, but the powerful limb was simply not dexterous enough to do more than tease it. The heat and pressure on his thick cock was already driving Telan toward his peak, but he quickly decided he wanted to take things in a different direction. Telan stood up, withdrawing his penis from the red dragon's mouth with a wet, slurping sound. Quickly casting a lubrication spell, he smeared the cool, wet gel underneath his tail as the wyrm watched in eager but patient anticipation. Grabbing the dragon's shaft with one hand, he eased himself down upon it until the whole shaft above his knot was inside him, the hot girth slowly filling him. There was one interesting and not unwelcome side effect to the shapechanging and polymorping the dragon and sorcerer engaged in- they were both constantly returning to virginal tightness.
Neither could help giving a loud, contented sigh as Telan's ass was filled with dragoncock. Their pleasured moans and growls grew louder and more frequent as Telan expertly rode Sezarikan for all he was worth. Over and over, he would pull himself up until just the fat cockhead remained inside his tight ass, then press himself down on the rough, scaled meat till he could feel his tail base meet Sezarikan's. The dragon's eyes closed with bliss as Telan's ass milked his cock with unyielding force, and Telan panted after every thrust as his prostate was treated to thick dragonmeat. As he felt the dragon under him quiver with impending release, Telan brought one of his transformed claws to his own shaft and started to stroke his saliva-coated cock as fast as his arm could go. Their eyes locked as their orgasms approached, nothing ambiguous about their shared lust.
If there was one thing Telan had learned about draconic anatomy in the last few months, it was that they could produce seed in absolutely mind-boggling quantities. The same supernatural energy that let them defy gravity and breathe deadly forces also made them unbelievably virile. Telan came first, every muscle in his body tensing up as his quivering member began to ejaculate. The wyrm's maw opened in anticipation just quickly enough to catch the first blast of hot, thick cum as it arched towards him, consecutive shots splattering across his neck and horns, his eyelids and his snout. The tension in Telan's body radiated everywhere as he came, his wings unfurling in a dramatic display as his muscular ass clenched down upon the dragoncock inside it with power that dwarfed anything a normal human could muster. Sezarikan came immediately, his mating roar drowned in the sea of cum filling his maw faster than he could swallow it. The pleasant fullness inside Telan exploded into all-consuming completeness as searing, gooey dragonseed shot deep into him and coated his ass and anal passage as Telan continued to move up and down on it.
A look of absolute contentment had fallen on Sezarikan's muzzle, visible even beneath the layer of cum that had settled upon it. Telan laughed at the sight and leaned forward, licking his own rich seed off the wyrm's snout while still impaled on the hot and leaking member underneath him. They kissed again, then slowly licked each other's faces clean of sweat and seed. Telan noticed a burning smell, and realized to his sudden horror they had somehow set the broken bed ablaze during their powerful climaxes, the flames licking their scales barely noticeable. Frantically leaping up, the two dragons smothered the flames with their bare claws and feet, neither able to stop from laughing. Their room resembled nothing so much as a warzone, except that instead of blood or gore pools of preseed and cum lay splattered about.
"How in the hells are we going to explain this?" Telan said, slipping back into Common as he tried to stifle his laughter for a second.
"Hm? Oh, there are any number of ways, but I was thinking of burning the place to the ground and re-building it to ensure complete security, provided that the safety of the staff and patrons could be assured." The elder wyrm answered back playfully, rubbing the wet underside of Telan's tail.
Telan wasn't sure if that was a joke or not. He opened his mouth to speak, but a clawed hand pressed against it softly.
"Let me worry about that; for now there is a far more important task to which you must attend..." Sezarikan said while turning, tail swishing as he got on his knees and leaned against the remains of the bed.
Telan looked over at the dragon's prostrate form, resting his head on the bed with his footpaws spread and tail raised high in the air, his wet and mighty dragonhood gently swaying between his legs. His powerful, sinewy neck turned around, and his molten-lava eyes were filled with need. Telan never quite got used to seeing the powerful dragon in such a submissive pose, but his own dragonhood was rising and swelling at the sight...
Back downstairs...
"It all makes sense now, don't you see?" Lea Valestalker said, with worry in her voice. "The way he has been disappearing recently, for days and hours on end? His strange behavior? It could be any number of things, but blackmail and mind control are first on my list..."
"What are you saying Lea?" Redahn whispered urgently. "Do you think someone or something sabotaged Telan's work?"
"Yes. According to my sources, the negotiations came to an abrupt and mysterious close earlier this afternoon, and Telan was later seen in this very inn confronting a black-clad stranger." The rogue said, flipping through her notebook. "The waitress said they were both acting very strangely, although she couldn't say why. Later they took off in a hurry for upstairs, and Telan hasn't been seen since. My theory is someone deliberately derailed the talks to make him angry enough to do something foolish. He could be in serious danger."
"Not if we have anything to say about that." Redahn said, cracking his plate-clad knuckles and swiftly moving toward the stairs. Lea fell into place behind her armored comrade, adopting a relaxed stance while gripping her concealed dagger tightly.
They ascended the stairs swiftly, and immediately heard the sound of a fierce struggle coming from one of the rooms halfway down the hall. There was a horrible cacophony coming from behind the door, as if two great beasts were tearing each other apart. A rhythmic thudding carried through the walls, a violent and forceful sound...
"Telan! By the gods! Don't worry, we'll save you!" Redahn said, his booming voice echoing through the hallway. Heavy, steel-plated boots began to rain blows down upon the thick oak door, making it shudder ominously.
"Redahn, could you just stand back and let me pick the lock? It would take half a- oof! Watch your elbows!" Lea said.
"No! Not quick enough! Taste my wrath, accursed door!" The telltale sound of steel being drawn echoed from the hallway, and suddenly a mighty swing from Redahn's holy avenger bisected the portal like a crisp melon. The paladin broke his way through the lower half of the sundered door with a mighty shoulder check, following through with an athletic tumble that brought him to his feet with his blade at the ready. Righteous fire blazed in his eyes...
"Unhand him at... once... you... vile..." Redahn's words trailed off, like the voice of a dying man.
The two half-dragons were mating at a furious, frenzied pace, soaked in sweat and lust and heat. Telan had Sezarikan in a deathgrip, thrusting deep and hard into him as the red wyrm softly repeated the same five words in Draconic- a phrase difficult to translate but could be roughly approximated as 'fuck me harder' in the coarser tongue of Common. Behind them, their muscular tails had entwined in a tight embrace, the floor beneath them creaking ominously as their bodies moved as one.
The deep and consuming lust Telan was lost in lifted for a second as the door was broken down. A deep and terrible feeling rose up in his gut, but he couldn't bring himself to stop; they were already tied and he was mere seconds away from release.
"Don't you dare... stop... sorcerer!" The wyrm hissed viciously, lost in the throes of anal pleasure. His claws were stuck fast in the wooden floor, but his untouched member throbbed with the beginnings of an orgasm.
Shoving aside the embarrassment and shame that threatened him, Telan gave one last mighty shove with his knotted cock and gave a deep roar as they both came. Telan felt burning jets of dragoncum shoot deep into the hard, muscled depth of his lover, every one of his limbs quivering with the force of the climax. He grabbed Sezarikan's prone form and pulled him back hard, impaling him on his member as it continued spurting into him. The wyrm's own climax shot into the air and rained down upon them in a hot and sticky shower of fluid that seemed unending.
Telan blinked scalding tears out of his eyes as he slowly came down from the sexual pinnacle he had just experienced. His still-hard dragonhood was tied fast to Sezarikan, giving off squishy feelings in the cum-filled anal passage it was stuck in. Sezarikan leaned back, sighing as Telan's arms and wings wrapped around the two of them in a futile attempt at modesty. The two of them were coated in a layer of the red wyrm's seed, as was a significant portion of the utterly ruined inn room.
Lea stared at the sight in an open-mouthed gape. Redahn was nowhere in sight.
"So, uh... Telan... we were going to... try and find that temple. Any, uh, interest in accompanying us?" Lea said, feigning normalcy. "I mean, feel free to, say, take a bath first or work some sort of countermagic..."
"Uhm... yeah, just give me a few minutes to get ready." Telan said in a valiant attempt at nonchalance, wiping sweat from his scale-plated brow.
"I don't suppose I could tag along?" Sezarikan spoke, excitedly. I mean, I am quite familiar with the concept of adventuring and dungeon-delving, but to actually participate in such an enterprise would be quite interesting!"
"No!" Redahn shouted from down the hall, mortified.
"Sure!" Lea said excitedly.
"Maybe." Telan said, conflicted.
"What!? By all that is holy, are you two insane!? Dragons *live* in dungeons, they don't explore them!" Redahn continued, flustered. "This is perverse!"
"Redahn, there are supposed to be hundreds of dormant vampires, liches and death knights interned inside that temple. Would you really mind a little help?" Lea said, sotto voce.
The paladin didn't respond before he turned and descended the stairs.
"You know, I've seen Redahn singlehandedly confront the legions of the pit and stand his ground against orcish army of thousands, but until this day I've never seen him flee in terror before." Lea said, trying to contain her laughter. "Oh, by the gods Telan! You had us worried! All that sneaking around and disappearing in the middle of the night! Well! I'll leave you two to get ready."
Lea beat a hasty retreat after putting the sundered chunk of door into place on the frame, leaving the two lovers in silence.
"Oh well." Sezarikan said, snaking his neck around and kissing Telan again. "Let's pack!"
Telan wasn't sure if he was supposed to feel awkward or uncomfortable, but as he returned the kiss he realized he didn't feel either.
Panzer sat down near his unconscious friend and leaned up against the wall. He wasn't sure how long Dracokon would be out but he had all the time in the world to find out; after all it couldn't be too long if Panzer was wrangled and taken by the Snakes while Dracokon was busy wandering around in the underground crypt they were exploring at the time. Panzer glanced the room over countless times occasionally letting his gaze settle on the unconscious dragon next to him. Dracokon's lavender skin and cream colored underbelly had a generous helping of the pinkish purple slime slathered all over it, still slick and glistening despite what little light was available in the underground room.
Dracokon stirred a bit as he regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes to be greeted by Panzer, who had been awaiting his awakening.
"How do you feel?" Panzer asked.
"I'm... I feel a little... disoriented..." Dracokon said in a drowsy tone. He shifted about on the ground before he slowly brought himself back onto his feet. He gently stretched and flexed his legs and arms to help himself fully awaken. As he flexed his wings, though, he could feel a few "foreign objects" shift and squirm around inside of him.
"What... is that?" Dracokon said with a light moan.
Panzer flashed a slight grin that made his teeth visible. "They're what you think they are," he said. "You'll be pretty surprised that you already know how to use them. Don't worry about your slurred speech, as you grow accustomed to your new body all of the kinks will iron out."
Dracokon focused his concentration on his new appendages as he slowly unwound one from its internal sheath and brushed it against Panzer's gullet. "All of the... kinks except for... this one... right?" He asked with the same grin.
Panzer took a few steps towards Dracokon. "Mmm hmm," he said as he gently licked at the residual slime left on Dracokon's neck. The residue leftover on Panzer's skin was losing its sliminess due to air exposure, though, and was becoming tacky. "How about we continue our original journey to the lake so we can both get ourselves cleaned up?"
Panzer led the way out of the underground ruins and climbed out onto the surface. The two dragons originally began their walk somewhere around noon but lost track of time while they were underground. By the time they emerged it had become late evening and the sun was making its way to the western end of the horizon. Even though their unscheduled stop ate up a large portion of the day there was still ample time to finish their trip to the lake and go for a swim.
Although the two dragons were now the hosts of the ancient symbiote they retained all of their memories, personality traits, and demeanors. To an extent they even kept a hold of their free will, but when their Snakes get the urge to spread their hosts quickly begin to lose the balance of power they hold in their relationship with them. When the Snakes talk they have no choice but to listen, but at any other given moment Panzer and Dracokon are themselves and the manifestations of their tentacles are largely unnoticeable so long as they keep themselves properly groomed so the amount of slime they secrete is minimal.
The small lake the two dragons ventured to looked inviting as always; it was a moderately sized body of water with a tranquil surface that neither reptile could remember ever being turbulent or disturbed by natural forces. Several large trees grew around one side of the lake providing a comfortable amount of both shade for keeping cool and privacy for whatever they wanted to do that they didn't want anyone else to see; it was here at this lake that the two dragons first toyed with the idea of sexual experimentation in the patch of shade and privacy provided by those elder woods.
"I love this place," Panzer said as he stood at the lakeside and swirled water around with his finger. He dove into the water snout first; as he jumped he tucked his arms to his side, his wings back, and extended his legs letting him effortlessly cut through the water.
Dracokon followed suit and entered the lake in a similar fashion. As they swam about in the lake the residual layer of slime leftover from their seeding proved to be a little tricky to clean off. Whatever the substance was actually made of wasn't too soluble in water, it retained its slickness even when submerged and in Panzer's case even seemed to bring it back to life from its tacky state.
"This slime is really hard to get off once you get it on you," Panzer said as his tried wiping the slime from his arms and legs.
"Here," Dracokon said as he swam over and started running his hands down Panzer's back to wipe the ooze away, "I'll help you out."
As Dracokon helped clean the residue off of Panzer he noticed a series of little pores that ran parallel to Panzer's wing membrane. Each of the little pores, which looked like a small tailhole to Dracokon, was where the two dragons' tentacles emerged when they were in use. Just to see if Panzer could feel anything Dracokon gently circled his finger around one of them.
Panzer tensed up the muscles on his back a bit and let out a low moan. "What're you doing?" He asked.
"Just teasing one of your, um, tentacle ducts to see if you could feel it." Dracokon responded. He pressed his finger against the hole a little harder and his finger began to slowly sink down inside of it.
Panzer let out a moan as he felt Dracokon probe one of his new orifices. "Yeah, I can feel it alright," he said; having one of his tentacle ducts played with was yet another new feeling Panzer hadn't experienced before. As Dracokon's finger slowly explored the new territory on his friend he used his other free hand to tease a couple on the other side of Panzer's body. All of the simultaneous pleasure was beginning to arouse Panzer, whose erect member was now partially everted from its internal sheath.
As Panzer's dragonhood fully made its way out it brushed up against Dracokon's leg. Dracokon grinned slyly. "Do you like that?" He asked as he paused from playing with Panzer's ducts.
"It feels so... foreign," Panzer said as he arched his back a bit and swished his tail to the side away from Dracokon. "But so sensual."
Dracokon wasn't a stranger to the particular motions Panzer was making; generally whenever a dragon shifts their tail around to the side it's a signal that they want to be mounted. Dragonesses have a slightly more flexible pelvic region and are able to pull it off a little better than the males, but with both dragons submerged in the lake and without the pesky ground things are a little more manageable. Whereas their own natural lubricant and pre-seminal fluids would quickly wash away underwater, the tentacle slime that was proving to be a pain to wash away adhered well enough to their skin that it retained its slickness even under wet conditions. Dracokon responded to Panzer's invitation and withdrew his fingers from Panzer's tentacle ducts and used one of his hands to guide his member to Panzer's tailhole, gently circling it with the tip of his member to apply a little more of the viscous slime.
"Just put it in me already!" Panzer scuffed. "We're both full of the stuff, don't worry about applying more."
Dracokon chuckled as he pushed the tip of his member against Panzer's tailhole and felt himself slowly begin to slide inside. After the initial "pop" of the head of Dracokon's member breaching Panzer's sphincter the rest of his length was almost pulled into the ice dragon's awaiting cavity.
"Just like that, yea?" Dracokon asked.
Panzer murred as he relaxed his tailhole to accommodate Dracokon's girth; "Yeah... just like that," he said.
Mounting Panzer while partially submerged proved to be a trifle difficult for Dracokon until he was able to find a small foothold in the silt underneath him to rest his feet on while Panzer rested his left elbow and arm at the lakeside and laid his head on the grass in front of him; with his free hand he reached down and gently stroked his everted member using his slime as lube. Dracokon continued to explore his partner with each thrust and gently tickled Panzer's tailhole with the subtle ridges on his member. He brought his hand back up to Panzer's back and slowly ran his finger along one of Panzer's ducts while lowering his snout down a bit and licking at another, evoking a low moan from the icy reptile.
"I forgot how heavy you feel in water," Dracokon said as he partially withdrew himself from Panzer and rested for a moment.
"That's only when you're moving," Panzer chuckled. "I feel weightless!"
Dracokon grunted. "That's because you're floating," he said as he picked up his pace once more. He felt his orgasm approaching and thrusted deep into Panzer one last time before he climaxed and released jet upon jet of his slime into the ice dragon. Dracokon let out a light roar of pleasure as he clenched his hands around his partner's thighs and let the wave of pleasure travel through him. Panzer murred as he felt Dracokon's warmth begin to radiate through his belly and came to orgasm as well, every throb of his member shooting a stream of purple slime into the water that swirled in the free current before dissipating.
"Leave it to you to find a way to get dirty while trying to get clean Draco," Panzer said with a low sigh and audible moan.
Dracokon giggled as he withdrew himself from Panzer and retracted his member back inside of his vent. "Of course," he replied.
Some short time later after they had managed to scrub the residue from their scaly skin both dragons sat against a large tree near the lake they had used as a fort in their younger years. The sun had set and twilight had arrived, the night sky littered with glistening stars and a full moon that shined ample light down onto the land.
"So," Panzer began. "Have you thought about it?"
"Thought about what?" Dracokon asked as he meticulously broke twigs off of a fallen stick.
"You know, who you're going to spread your Snakes to?"
Dracokon glanced up and looked over at Panzer. "I haven't given it much thought; I was just kind of hoping that I could just go about business as usual."
Panzer flashed a toothy grin. "Oh, you can," he started. "But whenever they feel like spreading they take over."
Dracokon broke his gaze and looked back down at the stick he was holding onto. "I... I don't know. Like I said, I haven't given it any thought."
"What about that sea dragoness you've had an interest in for as long as I can remember? What was her name again?" Panzer asked as he tried to match a name to the mental image he had. "Nahara! What about her?"
Dracokon dropped the stick he was playing with on the ground in front of him. "I... I can't do that to her," he said defeated while trying to get the mental image he now had of her out of his head.
Panzer let out a devious low laugh. "Well, now that she's fresh in your mind and you haven't spread yet I think you two might get together pretty soon." He leaned over and gently licked at Dracokon's neck before giving him a little nuzzle. "I'm going to retreat back to my lair, it's getting late. You head on back to your place, and try not to fight with your new companions too much, they don't like it. I tried resisting you and it didn't pan out too well. Goodnight." Panzer bid Dracokon farewell before spreading his wings and taking off from a clearing next to the lake.
Dracokon followed suit and began his flight to his cozy cave in the woods by the river. While he was making his journey home he tried to think of anything besides Nahara but despite his best efforts once one tries to not think of something all they can do is mull over it. She lived in an alcove not too far from Dracokon, on the same river no less; Dracokon broke and deviated from his flightpath ultimately landing a few yards from the mouth of Nahara's lair.
He tried one last time to turn away and go home, but just as he barely took a step backwards he suddenly felt like he weighed several tons and as if his body was being remotely controlled by someone making him take sharp steps forward.
"Panzer was right," Dracokon thought to himself. "You shouldn't try to fight with them..." He finally obliged and stepped closer to the mouth of Nahara's lair out of his own "free will".
"Nahara?" Dracokon called out.
"Who- who is it?" A female voice replied from inside the cavern.
"It's me, Draco."
Some shuffling could be heard inside followed by footsteps. Nahara emerged from the shadows to meet her neighbor. "Draco? What are you doing here? It's kind of late."
Nahara's mother was a forest dragon and her father was a dragon from the sea. The end result was her, a dragoness built like a land dragon but with an aquatic finesse only matched by the reptiles who spend their entire lives in the water. Despite her mixed heritage she found a perfect place to call home; where the river splits a moderate stream of it cuts through the land and ends in a cave, Nahara's cave.
Her body was covered in brilliant silvery scales and her underbelly was a smooth ivory. Her eyes were a pleasant pastel blue that never pierced, just loved, and her small gentle horns sealed the kind image her face radiated. After spending so much time swimming and enjoying the water-bound half of her natural instincts her land-bound body had become nicely toned; her firm thighs always caught Dracokon's eyes whenever they talked. She was a beautiful dragoness and could likely have any mate she desired, but she was of a shy personality and normally strayed away from conversation.
"I was just thinking about you, Nahara," Dracokon said. "I couldn't get you out of my head. I'm sorry it's late, I just felt like I had to come see you."
Nahara instantly blushed a noticeable bit. "Oh... Draco," she giggled.
"No really, I mean it!" Dracokon said with a smile, "Did I interrupt anything?"
Nahara paused for a moment before she coyly replied. "No, I was just lying on my bed and reading a book, that's all." She blushed more as she told a little white lie; she dared not tell Dracokon that she was actually "enjoying" herself when he arrived. "Would you er... would you like to come in?"
"Sure," Dracokon replied.
A secondary effect from his symbiote, and a means for them to adapt and propagate their species, was a kind of overproduction of pheromones. Most animals, dragons included, produce undetectable or subtle scents that either send a message of availability to potential mates or help to arouse a mate that has already been selected. In Dracokon's case he was unknowingly becoming strangely irresistible to Nahara the second she greeted her guest. Her own bit of arousal prior to his visitation was coincidental, but Dracokon consciously caught a smell of Nahara's scent during their conversation; he had become sensitive to picking up those special signals that were previously unnoticeable to him.
After having invited her guest into her lair Nahara motioned for Dracokon to have a seat on some fabrics that were neatly piled on the ground near a place where moonlight was free to shine in from a hole in the ceiling. Dracokon accepted the gesture and propped himself down onto the cushiony material.
"You were thinking about me?" Nahara asked as she sat down on the fabric a few feet away from Dracokon.
"Yeah..." Dracokon said. "I was visiting with Panzer today and he mentioned you, and from there I just couldn't get you off my mind. Well, not like I wanted to or anything, but you know what I mean."
"Panzer? How's that old frosty doing?"
Dracokon grinned. "He's doing fine."
Nahara slowly circled her index finger around on her thigh as she nervously shifted her gaze from Dracokon to the wall just behind him, unable to maintain eye contact. "So... do you think of me often?"
"I do, actually. I just always get too scared to come down and talk to you..."
Nahara smiled and scooted closer to Dracokon. She placed her hand on his thigh. "I know I'm the shy one, but you're usually so aloof around me and you stumble over your words when you speak. It's cute, but I like that you came to see me for once. It's kind of out of character for you but I like it."
"Well, I just have confidence in myself now," Dracokon said, putting his hand onto hers. "I've changed."
The two dragons held eachother's gaze for a few moments before Dracokon slowly leaned in to kiss Nahara. Both dragons opened their mouths just enough for their tongues to emerge and intertwine in a loving reptilian kiss. Dracokon's kiss, though, was tainted; as he shared this moment with Nahara the tentacle slime resting on his tongue transferred onto Nahara's. Its effects were not immediate, but several moments after their kiss ended Nahara leaned in close to Dracokon and rested her head on his neck.
"You know," she began, "years ago I wish I would have found the courage in myself to tell you how much I wanted this to happen between us; we could have shared this place together for a long time now. Better late the never though, right?" Nahara nuzzled Dracokon before she stood up and walked towards the back of her cave, her tail slightly raised off of the ground and motioning for Dracokon to follow. "Come with me," she said in a seductive tone.
Dracokon smiled and followed the dragoness into the back of her lair where the only illumination came from the moonlight refracting off of the surface of the water resting inside her cave. The river that fed into Nahara's lair traveled along the subterranean path and ultimately ended with a nice swimming pool, the center of which was home to a large plateau-like rock formation. On this rock platform laid a large amount of fabric similar to the kind the two dragons were sitting on earlier; this was Nahara's bedding. To keep the bed from getting wet a makeshift bridge of thick branches and other sturdy objects connected the bed to the rest of the lair.
Nahara walked across the bridge and laid on her bed. She rested on her side and once again invited Dracokon into the most intimate place of her living quarters, her smooth ivory belly facing the dragon and acting as even more of an incentive. As Dracokon stepped onto her bedding and carefully placed each of his feet and hands on either side of Nahara she rolled onto her back and spread her wings out. In her most vulnerable position she gently held Dracokon's arm and kissed him again, inadvertently getting another taste of his slime and falling further under control.
"Where's your book?" Dracokon asked with a knowing smile.
Nahara smiled back. "There was no book. I was having a little bit of 'private time' thinking of you," she responded in her seductive tone again. Nahara hadn't actually been picturing Dracokon, or really anybody in particular at all, but she thought it was an appropriate exaggeration to say regardless.
Dracokon everted his dragonhood from its internal sheath and gently ran the tip of it along Nahara's vent. He smiled at Nahara who permissively smiled back and kept her eyes focused on his while Dracokon slowly penetrated her vent, coating it lightly in purple ooze as he explored her. Nahara closed her eyes and faintly blushed again as she felt Dracokon's member make its way into her. Because of the faint light being cast by the reflection of the moon the tentacle slime that Dracokon was slowly seeping from his dragonhood was mostly obscured and the dragoness remained completely unaware of what was taking place.
With the combined effort of Nahara's previously interrupted session of play and the pheromones being emitted by Dracokon the inner muscles of Nahara's vent had been given plenty of time to relax and accommodate her mate's full girth including the subtle knot at the base of Dracokon's shaft. Dracokon effortlessly slid into his mate as the combination of Nahara's warm vent and natural lubricant teased his member. As the slime fully took effect Nahara began to let out more and more audible low murrs of pleasure with every thrust of Dracokon's hips. She reached her arms up and put them around Dracokon but the more she succumbed to the serum the harder it became for her to even move; her arms came back down to rest by her side as she fell into a sea of euphoria. Dracokon was feeling himself approaching orgasm as well and began to thrust himself into Nahara just a little harder.
Nahara arched her neck and back as she climaxed, the inner muscles of her vent gently pulsing and tightening up around Dracokon while her ventral fluids trickled down the base of her tail and onto her bed. Between breaths she tried to mutter Dracokon's name but all that came out was a mix of slurred syllables and moans that only gave a passing resemblance. With a final few thrusts Dracokon fell onto his knees and held onto Nahara as he let out an orgasmic roar and released several jets of his devious slimy serum deep inside of his mate.
Dracokon gently laid on top of Nahara for a moment to catch his breath, his dragonhood still giving a pleasurable slight twitch every so often as his orgasm subsided. As he withdrew his member from Nahara's vent and partially retracted it back inside of him a small trickle of his purple ooze made its way down Nahara's thigh and onto her bedding, and a few stringy chords of slime clung to each of the two dragons until they eventually broke under their own weight. He nuzzled and licked at Nahara's neck who gently moaned and nuzzled him back.
"That was amazing, Nahara," Dracokon said between breaths as he tilted his head up to meet Nahara's and kissed her.
Nahara murred and shifted around a bit in her bed. "I've never felt quite like this before. Everything is so... so intense, and sensitive."
Dracokon chuckled a bit as the sedated and quite content dragoness cooed her sentiments of pleasure. He looked down at her for what seemed like an infinite amount of time knowing what he must do, feeling what he must do. "Do you trust me, Nahara?" Dracokon asked.
"Of course I do, Draco," she replied. "Why?"
"There's something I want to show you... something I have for you," Dracokon said. "But you just have to trust that I'd never hurt you."
Nahara's eyes and horns gave a slight perk as she heard Dracokon's statement. "Hurt... hurt me?" She asked.
"You'll see..." Dracokon said as his voice trailed off. He stood himself back up over the dragoness and his figure became somewhat silhouetted with the faint glow of moonlight behind him. As he spoke his array of tentacles emerged from his back and slowly slithered through the air toward Nahara who tried to scoot herself backwards but found she was too weak to move.
"What IS that? Wh-what happened to you Draco?" She said as she eyed the slimy appendages ominously making their way towards her.
"I told you," Dracokon said with a smirk. "I've changed."
Nahara let out a low whimper as Dracokon wrapped a tentacle around each of her arms and legs to needlessly hold her down while he guided several more along her side and down her belly coating her silvery scales in a thin translucent layer of purple ooze. He guided one of his tentacles down to Nahara's vent and gently circled it around her ventral scales before letting the tip of it barely penetrate her. Dracokon's snout was almost touching Naraha's, their gazes locked; Dracokon's full of desire and Nahara's with fear. He gently licked Nahara's neck, leaving a trail of slime where his tongue touched her.
Tears began to pool in the corner of Nahara's eyes, "I'm scared..." she said as her voice became lost in more whimpers.
"Shhhhh... don't be," Dracokon cooed into his mate's ear with a light smile on his face.
Without warning he continued to guide the tentacle that was exploring Nahara's vent inside of her and let out a low moan as he felt every inch of her warm canal tighten around his virgin appendage. His single tentacle was quickly met with a curious second making its way into her, gently stretching the dragoness out. Dracokon continued to explore Nahara's body with his new appendages and slowly offered one to her snout; Nahara, unknowingly letting the tentacle slime control her pleasure, subconsciously opened her mouth to receive Dracokon's tentacle using her slender tongue to tickle it as it entered her maw. As Dracokon's tentacles teased and pleasured the dragoness she slowly lost grip on her fears and eagerly awaited her final orifice to be played with by her mate's appendages.
Dracokon finally led yet another one of his tentacles down past Nahara's vent to her tailhole and gently played with the outer rim of it, slathering a generous amount of slime all over the area. Nahara let out a muffled murr and gave a slight smile as she felt Dracokon circle her tailhole with one of his tentacles. With Nahara's body almost completely relaxed after having ingested and been exposed to the sedating slime Dracokon's tentacle effortlessly slid through Nahara's tailhole and into her cavity. As Nahara gently suckled on one of the many tentacles the others were occupied with either gently constricting her appendages or rhythmically thrusting in and out of her other orifices and Dracokon could feel every inch of her, every subtle twitch of her internal muscles, and every lustful pass her tongue made.
Dracokon wanted to bring his mate to orgasm again, this time with his new appendages. Using the muscles inside of one of the tentacles he had inside Nahara's vent he arched his appendage up to brush against her hemiclitoris, something the ridges of his dragonhood was easily able to do. Through the tentacle she was orally servicing she let out a muffled moan as she rapidly approached orgasm again with the help of the tentacle slime's effects and Dracokon's teasing. She tensed her ventral muscles as she climaxed, tightening her warm canals around her mate's tentacles with each autonomous contraction of her muscles. Dracokon moaned out as his sensitive appendages explored Nahara and were smothered in her inner walls as she gently clenched around them. After a few twitches of the muscles of his dragonhood Dracokon climaxed again, releasing several more thick jets of the sticky slime onto Nahara's chest and belly.
After having satisfied himself and his mate with his new "toys" Dracokon let out a low moan as his seed tentacles detached from his body; he released the tentacle Nahara was licking at and gently pushed it against the back of her throat. Nahara tilted her head back a bit and it quickly wind its way down her gullet while the tentacles pleasuring her vent and tailhole also were released and worked their way deep inside of her leaving only their slime on her skin as evidence that they had been there.
Dracokon dismounted Nahara and laid next to his mate on the partially slime-soiled bedding, helping her roll over onto her side to face him as he put his arm around her.
Nahara moaned and placed her hand on her belly as she felt the Snakes move around inside of her. "What did you... do to me?" She asked weakly.
Dracokon grinned and flicked his tongue out. "Did it hurt?" He asked.
"No... but I..." Nahara began. "I feel so... weak... what's happening... inside of me?"
"Don't be afraid of it, when you wake up you'll see," Dracokon replied while giving Nahara a loving nuzzle.
Nahara blinked a few times and tried to stay awake. She opened her mouth as if she were trying to speak, but instead fell unconscious before she could mutter a word. Dracokon reached up to Nahara's face and used his finger to wipe some of the slime off of her snout before he nuzzled his head up under hers and drifted off to sleep.
THE END
Dragons Surprise
As the sun rose over the rocky cliff, the morning rays slowly crept into the cave on the west facing rock wall. The inhabitants, a family of sleeping black dragons started to stir in their sleep.
As the sun filtered through the cave, a young 14-year-old dragon groaned as he started to wake up. As his head slowly lifted up from the tip of his tail, he blinked his eyes several times, as he cleared the sleep from his eyes. As he slowly climbed out of his bed, he looked down and blushed as he noticed his morning erection but that suddenly changed as his father walked in and stood at the entrance to his room
"Time for you to get up ... son" His father said as he stood there and noticed his sons erection.
"DAD ... turn away" the son said in embarrassment
Chuckling, the father just stood there looking at his own son's erection and rumbled as he felt his own loins stir but he willed himself to remain calm
"Just calm down and come to the main cavern, it is your special day now is it not" The father said and turned to leave for the main cavern.
Standing there the son sighed as he looked down at his erection as it throbbed several times then slowly slid back into his sheath as he shook his head and walked into the main cavern where his parents were already sitting at the dinning table. As he sat down his mother served him breakfast and he smiled
Quickly he ate breakfast and hurried to his room to get dressed and then ran out to meet with some of his friends at a near by lake, several of them already in the water, his friends a varying array of different dragons ranging from blue to red to fellow blacks.
"Hey guys, sorry I'm late, did I miss much," He said as he jumped in the warm water and swam to a spot to relax
"Nah Jacob you didn't miss much" one of his friends said as he swam to Jacob and slowly sat in his lap and started to kiss him
"mph ... come on Andrew not around the others" Jacob said in protest as his boyfriend started to kiss him
"Oh come on Jacob they know were an item," Andrew said as he bent down and rubbed Jacob's sheath and grinned as he was rewarded with his boyfriends cock
Moaning Jacob spread his legs as Andrew bend down and started to suck on his cock, the other dragons stopped what they were doing and all watched, they were all virgins as they had just reached puberty and had not explored in sex much other then oral.
As Andrew started to suck on Jacob's cock, he started to get aroused himself and his cock started to grow hard, the tip pressing against Jacob's ass when suddenly Jacob protested
"Andrew stop, I'm not ready for that, I've told you that before." Jacob said as he watched Andrew pull away with a frown
"Jacob where are you" Jacobs father called out as he came near the lake and spotted the children and stood there seeing all the teenage dragons with different stages of arousal including his own son.
"What's going on here?" Keldar demanded as he crossed his arms glaring at his son
"No...nothing sir" Andrew said as he backed off, his erection bouncing in the air
Shaking his head Keldar reached for his son and took him home quickly. As they got home, Jacob found that his mother had gone out so he was home alone with his father as he was sent to his room.
As Jacob sat in his room, his knees pulled to his chest, his father walked in and glared at him
"What were you doing in the lake son?" Keldar asked as he looked down at his son
"Nothing father honestly we weren't doing anything." Jacob said trying to sound truthful
"Stop lying at me son, that other boy was sucking on your cock and from what I could tell he was trying to have sex with you"
"No daddy, I told him I didn't want it, that I wasn't ready," Jacob said
"I don't believe you son," Keldar said as he moved forward and pinned his son to his bed.
The image of his son's erection from earlier fueled his lust as his cock started to push from his sheath as he looked down at his son.
"No daddy, don't do this I don't want this" Jacob said as he felt his fathers cock pressing at his virgin anus
"But I do and it seems you already know about sex" Keldar says as he slowly penetrates his son and starts to sink his cock inward
Screaming Jacob started to cry as his father entered him, his cries of pain and protest going unheard as his father continued to work his cock inward until after 10 Minuit's of effort, his fathers cock was fully hilted inside him, the head left a faint bulge in his stomach as Jacob sobbed and pleaded his father to stop and pull out.
Shaking his head, Keldar started to slowly pull out until the head was all that remained inside his son before he slide back in, his hips pressing firmly against his sons ass as if his body was made to take his cock.
"Your mother is going to be gone for hours so it's just you and me, and I intend to take advantage of the entire time," Keldar said as he started to thrust in a more fluid motion.
"Daddy please it hurts ... take it out I don't want this" Jacob cried as his body was rocked forward each time his father hilted his cock
As Keldar growled in lust, he continued to fuck his son, he didn't care if his son didn't want it, and no one would believe that he had raped his son when they learned what the children were doing at the lake. He would tell the fellow adults that the children especially the teens were practicing sex at the hidden pond out of sight of the other adults.
As Keldar continued to fuck his son, he looked down to see his son's member out, hard and dripping wet as he whimpered and moaned as he was fucked. Keldar grinned as he grabbed his son's hips and started to fuck him harder and faster
"I see your starting to enjoy this boy," Keldar said in a rough tone of voice as he gritted his teeth.
"Please father ... stop don't finish in me I don't want it to be like this" Jacob cried as he huffed and turned to look away from his father.
Growling Keldar started to thrust faster, the bulge in his sons stomach started to appear and disappear faster and faster as he felt his climax building rapidly, when he let out an ear piercing roar that made his son shiver. As he felt his cock surge and swell as he started pumping his thick draconic seed directly into his son's stomach. As his balls emptied themselves into his son, Jacob sobbed as he felt his father's seed filling his stomach and started to flow out of his ass and into his bed.
Pulling out Keldar looked at his sobbing son as he used the sheets to clean himself off before leaving the room and out into the living chambers of the cave.
As Jacob laid there on his bed sobbing as his fathers cum leaked out of his ass, his father stuck his head in for a moment
"By the way son happy birthday"
HIS DESTINY 4
By: NAHUALMORPH
Disclaimer: usual warnings, sex scenes ahead, m and m/m non consensual, you can choose not to watch this.
Shinji's tears were still running down his cheek when he felt a strong pair of arms taking him from behind, one holding his waist and the other around his neck.
"That's enough!" said Angel in anger "Stop crying! You are the Drakkenvar prince! Devon knew this was the best he could do to help you, and we have very little time to finish your training"
Shinji was startled at the sudden outburst of fury and tried to release from Angel's grip.
"Ok, I understand, now let me go!"
"No" shouted Angel "You have to find a way to let yourself free, the real training begins now"
The elder dragon started choking Shinji with his arm and the young dragon's view got blurry.
"You can do it" said Angel "You have to do it"
Shinji used all his strength to slip an arm between Angel's right arm and his neck, his other hand took the forearm, slowly, Angel's grip loosened and Shinji broke free, he staggered a few steps and saw Angel jumping towards him, he nearly dodges the other dragon's foot claws.
"Angel, what...?"
"This is why Devon left, he knew it was going to be this hard and realized he would only get in the way of your training, he is just too old and week to be of help"
"What are you saying?" yelled Shinji angered "He's my father, he raised me!"
"He is not your father!" yelled Angel attacking him again "he is just and old bird that found you years ago, I'm surprised you're still alive after being raised by such weak creature!"
"Shut up!" screamed Shinji "You don't know anything about him!"
Angel's kick send him against a tree and the young dragon groaned in pain.
"I don't need to know him, I'm seeing the results now. Your real father is probably already dead by now, you're nothing but a sack of bones, I don't know what was I thinking when I believed you could help us"
That did it, something inside the young dragon snapped and he roared as he made a jump towards Angel, the elder dragon tried to dodge him but Shinji extended his left arm and caught him as he moved aside, Shinji took and gel by his neck and tried to connect a kick to the dragon's stomach, Angel caught his leg and smashed his head against Shinji's forehead, the young dragon gave a few steps back and roared again, his eyes were injected with blood due to the anger and pain he was feeling, he tried to punch Angel several times but the elder dragon managed to block all his attacks, Shinji made one desperate move and jumped above Angel, he spun in mid air and managed to land a solid kick on the dragon's back, Angel recovered and turned to catch the next kick, he took Shinji's feet and pulled with all his strength, lifting the young dragon from the ground, Angel tossed Shinji against another tree, but this time Shinji managed to turn un the air and landed on the tree trunk, he sprinted and lurched against Angel, the dragon was stunned after seeing Shinji move so fast and the impact sent both dragons tumbling on the ground.
"That's... enough" said Angel between pants.
"What do you mean?" asked Shinji still furious.
He got up and moved towards Angel, ready to continue with the fight.
"Anger" said Angel getting up with some difficulty "You learned to use it, but you still need to learn to control it"
"You mean this was all just another test?" asked Shinji, his fists were still shaking.
"yeah, and I must say I'm impressed, you have lots of potential, Devon definitely made a good job"
"So, What now?" asked Shinji.
"Now we continue training, come on, we need to go back to the mountain"
"Just do me one favour" said Shinji as the started walking through the forest "don't do anything like that again, I know you didn't mean any of it but it still hurts"
Angel stopped and hugged Shinji.
"I'm sorry, but I had to get you angry, it hurt me too, and it will hurt even more the next time, but you have to work to control your rage"
They shared a brief kiss and continued their way to the mountain.
Shinji was standing at the bottom of a small cliff looking up, he was in the middle of a circle painted with vegetal oil. Angel was standing at the top next to a pile of big rocks.
"Now Shinji, this is the real thing, if you don't move quick you'll get seriously injured, and remember, you can't leave the circle" said the eldest dragon, then he kicked the mount of rocks and they fell right towards Shinji.
The young dragon started dodging the rocks a few small ones hit his hide but it wasn't enough to hurt him, he moved left and right and two times he was close to falling outside the circle, he saw a particularly big rock falling, time seemed to stop, the rock was too big and it was too close to dodge, Shinji just roared and slammed his right fist against it, the rock broke into tiny pieces and the young dragon fell out of the circle.
"Are you alright?" yelled Angel from the top.
"I'm fine" said Shinji "that wasn't fair, that rock was just too big"
"Are you sure you're not hurt?" asked Angel a little concerned, he never thought Shinji was capable of doing that.
"My hand is a little numb, but I'm ok" said Shinji "Are we done yet?"
"Just one more thing" said Angel and grabbed taking a pawfull of small rocks "I want you to fly all the way here and caught as many of these as you can on your way"
He threw the small rocks and Shinji flapped his wings, he saw the rocks falling and tried to catch as many as he could. Angel was looking in awe, Shinji's beautiful blue scales seemed to glow for a moment, the violet strips on his body made the contours more evident, finally, the young dragon reached the top of the cliff and landed next to Angel.
"Are these enough?" he asked between pants as he let the rocks fall from his hands.
"The first time I did that I caught five rocks" said angel "You caught more that fifty, congratulations"
"So..." said Shinji falling to the ground, exhausted "we're finished?"
"nope, now it's time for another hand to hand combat"
"I can barely move" said the young dragon.
He saw Angel jumped and quickly got up to avoid the dragon's feet, Shinji stood up and adopted his fighting stance.
"The Vildraks are not going to give you a chance to recover after a fight" said Angel attacking again, hitting Shinji on the stomach, the young dragon groaned and Angel hit him between his wings "They are dragons too, they'll attack your weak points, they'll attack you without mercy" angel attacked again, this time Shinji managed to block the blow "if you try to escape, they're going to chase you, if you try to hide, they're going to find you, all you can do is fight"
Angel never stopped attacking, Shinji felt like he was about to pass out from exhaustion, but he knew he had to endurance this, he blocked most of the punches and even managed to hit Angel back a couple of times.
"Fine" said Angel finally stopping "You can rest now"
That night, Shinji was deeply asleep in Angel's arms, the violet dragon shifted uncomfortably, his erection was insistently pressing against the young dragon's rump but he knew Shinji was too tired to have sex, he slowly got up and added some wood to the fire, then he sat across looking straight at the sleeping dragon, his cock was bobbing with Angel's heartbeats.
"he looks so cute" thought Angel, despite the relatively small time he had meet Shinji he felt completely different than when he was Naru's mate, they loved eachother, and they had the hots for eachother, but there was something else... it felt almost as if they were truly made for the other, at least that's what Angel was feeling right now, it was more than just lust. Angel looked at his throbbing member and circled a paw around it, the dragon churred at the feeling. He loved Shinji but he knew the youth needed his strength. Angel started to slowly stroke his member in front of the sleeping dragon, feeling the ridges and bumps against his scaled claw, pre started dribbling from the tip, lubricating his member, Shinji rolled in his sleep and Angel stopped, he made sure the youth was still asleep before continuing, he was panting now, his other claw wandered down to his anal slit and circled a finger around it, Angel licked his finger before slowly inserting it, his legs well spread. He imagined it was Shinji's finger instead of his, Angel's tail found its way to his mouth and the dragon started sucking, imagining it was his lover's erection and added a second finger to his ass, his cock was now dribbling rivers of precum, some of it ran down between his legs and added extra lubbing to his penetrating talons, Angel's tongue washed all over his tail and his claw squeezed harder on his bloated member, his moans were muffled due to the thickness in his mouth, his eyes wandered to the young dragon once again, eyeing the barely noticeable slit between Shinji's legs, Angel released his member and pulled his tail from his mouth, he took it with both hands and slowly inserted into his gaping anus, one the girth was nearing uncomfortable levels, he released it and bent his face forwards, eye to eye with the oozing member, he opened his muzzle and started sucking himself, his footclaws clenched and unclenched due to the jolts of pleasure travelling through his agile body, the heat of the nearby fire made his body sweat and he could feel the thick droplets of sweat running down his scales, he closed his eyes and imagined it was Shinji the one fucking him and sucking his dick, his tongue curled around the rock hard shaft like a snake as his head bobbed up and down, his own musk was hitting his nostrils everytime his snout made contact with his groin, his tail started thumping against the soft ground. Shinji heard the soft thumping sounds and slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw were the soles of Angel's feet, then he saw what his mate was doing and smiled, he decided to remain silent and enjoy the show Angel was giving to him. The elder dragon was too absorbed on his own pleasure to notice the grinning dragon, his hands were holding his legs spread and his tail was slowly pistoning in and out of his hole, Angel shoved his tail one more time as deep as he could handle and released a torrent of cream down his throat, the cum escaping his scaled lips dribbled down his testicles and pooled between them and his anus, Angel finally opened his eyes and noticed Shinji lewdly looking at him laying on his side, he pulled his spent member out of his muzzle and grunted when his tail left his anus.
"I'm... I', sorry... I didn't mean to wake you up" said Angel heavily blushing.
"It's okay" said Shinji "it was a rather nice view to wake up to"
"I figure you'd be too tired to..."
"Thanks" said Shinji getting up and laying next to his mate "but you'll have to repay me tomorrow"
The young dragon gave a gentle lick at Angel's chest before falling asleep again in his lover's arms.
The next morning they were outside of the cave where Shinji's mother was encased on her ice grave.
"Why are we here again?" asked Shinji.
"Because I noticed something that will help you train" said Angel "step back a little, and don't move"
The dragon started climbing until he reached a monticule of big rocks, he roared and punched the rocks with all his strength, Shinji felt the ground trembling and looked up to see an avalanche of rocks coming straight at him.
"Dodging time again I guess" thought the young dragon, but then he saw a bunch of huge rocks falling behind the little ones.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he shouted at Angel as the huge rock blocked his mother's grave entirely.
The elder dragon flew down and landed next to Shinji.
"the only way you'll be able to see your mother again is if you are strong enough to move those rocks"
"You didn't had to do that!" yelled Shinji.
"Yes I had" said Angel "now let's see if you can control your anger this time"
He took his fighting stance but before Shinji could do anything they were interrupted by a roar, they turned to see 5 red dragons flying straight at them.
"Perfect" said Angel "now we'll see how much you have learned on the past few days"
"All by myself?" asked Shinji a little nervous but still angry.
"They're all yours" said Angel and he leaned against the mountain wall.
Shinji flapped his wings and took off.
"just one more thing..." said Angel " no fire this time"
"You must be insane little one" roared the leader of the red dragons "to think you can take on all five of us when it should be the other way around, five of you couldn't even scratch..."
The leader's speech was interrupted by a powerful blow at his face that sent him against two of his men. They caught him in their arms and saw he was already unconscious, neither of them had expected Shinji to fly so fast or to be so strong, the four of them attacked at the same time. Shinji was expecting this and flew higher, entering the thick clouds that rose above, the four dragons entered the clouds behind him, they could still see him not far from them. Suddenly, they reached the other side of the clouds and everything was enveloped in a blinding brightness. Being the cave creatures that they were, the sudden burst of light hurt them, but not Shinji. The young dragon's blue scales sparkled with the reflects of the sun as he dived straight towards them, he passed next to them and one of them roared in pain as Shinji's strong claws left a huge wound at his side, the blue dragon turned around and caught another one by the base of his wings, he twisted with all his strength and the other dragons heard the sound of the tearing flesh, Shinji released the shredded wings, still attached to the body of the falling dragon and returned to the one he had wounded earlier, he grabbed by his neck in mid air and lifted his right leg to kick him in the stomach, then hugged him and they both started falling at a tremendous speed, the other two dragons followed them on their way down, hoping for a chance to attack Shinji.
They were approaching the ground at a dangerous speed, in the last instant, Shinji released the wounded dragon and rose up, the red dragon's body hit the ground and bounced a couple of times before finally stopping a few feet from where Angel was watching the results of the harsh training, the two remaining dragons landed next to Shinji, the young dragon wasted no time and wrapped his tail around the right wrist of the nearest dragon, pulling him towards him, in a swift movement, Shinji kicked the dragon on the face and then released him, the other red dragon was already attacking, Shinji easily dodged the punch and caught the dragon's extended arm, he arched his body and lifted the red dragon's weight easily, then slammed him against the ground, the red dragon snarled and before he could get up Shinji kicked him in the neck, effectively breaking it, Shinji dropped the dead dragon and turned to look for the remaining one, he saw him flying away, he had took the opportunity to sneak out and was now too far from the young dragon, but not from Angel. The violet dragon seemed to appear out of nowhere and fell on top of the frightened red dragon, breaking his back. He returned to where Shinji was standing, panting and shaking.
"Are you ok?" asked Angel.
"What was that?" asked Shinji with wide open eyes "did I really did that?"
"I'm very impressed too" said Angel "I thought you could handle them, but I never figured it would be that easy for you"
"But... I was doing things you didn't taught me"
"Inherited memory I guess" said the violet dragon hugging the still shaking youth "your father is a great fighter, it's only natural that his son inherited the trait, you were great in your first real fight, I have no doubt that you will be able to rescue your father"
"Now what?" asked Shinji, "are we still going to train more?"
"Of course" said Angel laughing, "you already proved me you can take on five vildraks, but down there you'll probably have to take on fifty, so... we'll start with some endurance"
Zaarkaban fell heavily inside his cell, a group of five blue dragons helped him to stand as the crown of red dragons laughed outside the cell.
"You didn't had to do that my king" said one of the blue dragons "You know they just look for a reason to humiliate you"
A few hours ago, Zaarkaban had punched a Vildrak that had tried to rape one of the blue dragons while he was trying to work with a double load on his back, the regal looking dragon had taken a most severely beating, followed by the mandatory ass fuck. Zaarkaban groaned and rubbed his battered rump, he was used to doubles, but not after being kicked in the cheeks.
"I couldn't net them to that" said the muscled dragon "You still consider me as your king and as such your well being is still my responsibility"
The door to the cell opened and a red dragon peeked his head inside, he spotted Zaarkaban and laughed.
"Khan Ro just heard about your little adventure this evening and wants to hear it from you" he said with a snicker.
Zaarkaban walked out of his cell and was escorted to his ancient room, now Khan Ro's chambers. The huge red dragon was sitting on his throne idly drinking from a cup of wine. The guards took Zaarkaban by his shoulders and forced his to kneel.
"So, after all this years you still haven't learned what will happen if you disobey my orders" said Khan Ro "You really are thick headed"
"I understand perfectly" said Zaarkaban "but I still won't allow you or your men to do as you please with y people, even if I have to take their punishment"
"that's very brave of you" said Khan Ro getting up and walking next to Zaarkaban "But I'm afraid your body can only take so much punishment"
Khan Ro emptied the contents of the cup all over Zaarkaban and the blue dragon hissed at the stinging sensation of the liquor coating the scratches on his rump and back.
"But then again, you may be doing all this just because you're nothing but a cock starved bitch" laughed Khan Ro and lifted the blue dragon's chin. Zaarkaban was presented with the red dragon's limp member protruding from his genital slit.
"You know what to do"
Zaarkaban reached hesitantly and took the flesh on his claw, it started throbbing and Khan Ro emptied the last drops of wine over it.
"Consider it as a gift" said the red dragon throwing the cup.
Zaarkaban darted his tongue and started licking the wine from the growing member, Khan Ro groaned and as son as his erection was complete he shoved his cock all the way down Zaarkaban's throat, the blue dragon took the entire girth without problems and started bobbing his head up and down, but Khan Ro stopped him, he took Zaarkaban's head with his claws and held him still as he started face fucking the kneeling dragon.
"Play with yourself" ordered the red dragon.
Zaarkban didn't answered and Khan Ro slapped him across the face, the he addressed to one of the guards.
"Go to one of the cells and choose a blue, then give him 15 leashes"
The guard grunted and felt the room.
"now play with yourself or the next one will get 50" said Khan Ro
Zaarkaban slid a claw between his legs and started rubbing his slit, trying to coax his member out.
"You, help him" said the buff red dragon to the other guard.
The underling approached behind Zaarkaban and took the blue dragon's tail, Zaarkaban grunted in discomfort as his tail was bent and the tip pressed against his own anal vent, the guard pushed in and the tip entered, Zaarkaban's member started to harden and his claw moved up and down the length, Khan Ro never stopped his rough face fucking, he ran a claw through the scarred and muscled blue back, the guard used one claw to fuck zaarkaban with his own tai and his other wandered towards his erection, Khan Ro finally released Zaarkaban's face and pulled his cock, he walked behind the kneeling dragon and stood next to the guard.
"move"
The grad gave a few steps back and continued stroking his erection as Khan Ro took his place, the big dragon left only the tip of Zaarkaba's tail inside his hole and then added his own impressive cock. The blue dragon's eyes widened when he felt Khan Ro sticking both his cock and tail on his ass.
"if it is too uncomfortable, you can always beg me to stop" mocked Khan Ro.
The blue dragon bit his lips and shut his eyes.
"no? then let's see how much more you can take"
Slowly, Khan Ro's tail snaked his way into Zaarkaban's dilated entrance, the blue dragon felt the tip of the appendage join his own tail and the cock already entering his anus and grunted. Khan Ro mercilessly started moving all three invading organs at different speeds, it really was proving to be a difficult thing to do, but the idea was not to feel good, but to make Zaarkaban to feel pain and humiliate him even more, Zaarkaban's was starting to feel his ass go numb, but the pain wasn't disappearing, it felt as if his insides were being ripped apart, the red dragon twisted his tail and Zaarkaban screamed in agony.
"So, now you're feeling it, just beg me to stop and I'll do it" said Khan Ro pushing his cock even harder.
The guard walked in front of Zaarkaban and released his load on the floor, Khan Ro took Zaarkaban's head and shoved it to the ground, smearing the spent dragon cum all over the blue's face.
"Lick it" commanded Khan Ro "Lick it clean or you know what will happen"
Zaarkaban started licking the cum off the floor as Khan Ro continued pounding his as with a cock and two tails at the same time, finally, the red dragon roared and released his massive load deep inside Zaarkaban's bowels, the frenzy of his climax made Khan Ron to push his tail even deeper into Zaarkaban's ass, the blue dragon roared too and passed out, falling to the cum covered floor.
"beautiful" said Khan Ro shaking the last drops of cum from his softening cock and onto Zaarkaban's back. "Take him back to his cell... and wake him up in three hours, he'll be working on the salt mine today"
A Week had passed since Shinji faced the five Vildraks, they were once again outside the entrance of the cave where his mother was buried. In just a week, Shinji's body had developed even more, he could now crush a stone with a single hand and could fly carrying over 100 pounds for almost an hour, his speed had increased too, he could now run through a swarm of raging bees without being touched. Now it was time for his final test. He inhaled deeply and released a powerful fireblast at the rocks covering the entrance of the cave, Angel had told him that he had to maintain a steady flow to melt trough the pile of rocks, but Shinji knew he could do that, so he tried to do something different. Angel watched in awe as the rocks started to melt and Shinji directed his flame to the edges of the cave, fusing the rocks together, Shinji was starting to feel a little tired, but he kept going, finally, the entrance was free, there was a beautiful frame of crystals and sand all around the entrance.
"impressive" said Angel, "I think you are ready"
"You mean..."
"Yes, I'll wait here, you go inside and say farewell to her, then we'll go to the inner world"...
To be continued...
There you go, one or two more chapters and we should be seeing the end of this.
HIS DESTINY 3
Note: I haven't mentioned this in the past chapters, but you probably already figured it out by now, the characters on this story don't use clothes... Why? Because they didn't used clothes on the movie. This characters don't wear clothes and don't use any kinds of weapons or tools.
A few weeks ago...
Angel, Naru and a group of five dragons were flying through the immense labyrinth of rocks that was the northern entrance to the outer world.
"Have we lost them?" asked Anger.
Before Naru could answer him, a burst of flames hit one of the other dragons and he fell to the ground as the air filled with the smell of burned flesh. Angel and the rest watched as ten red dragons appeared right behind them.
"Keep flying!" yelled Naru at Angel "We'll cover you!"
"You'll never be able to defeat them all!" said Angel.
One of the red dragons hit the ceiling of the cave and a bunch of rocks fell on both dragons, forcing them to take shelter on the ground, Angel and Naru watched in horror as the remaining four blue dragons were reached by the fierce red dragons and were slaughtered before they reached the ground. Angel noticed a large cut on his mate's right wing.
"There is no choice" whispered Naru "You're the only one that can get out of here, you'll have to fly for a long time and I won't be able to follow you"
"It's not worth it" said Angel hugging his mate "You matter more than the entire kingdom to me"
"I know, that why it has to be you"
"I won't leave you, I love you!"
"I know that" said Naru "I love you too"
Angel hugged his mate again and he felt a weird feeling in the back of his head, then everything went black.
"And I know you'll understand why I had to do that" said Naru leaving his unconscious lover on the ground.
The batch of red dragons were searching frantically for them when they saw Naru flying straight towards them, the lean blue dragon passed amongst them while they were still surprised but their leader quickly regained his senses.
"Go after him you idiots! He's the last one! Whoever brings me his head will have a double time with Zaarkaban!"
All ten dragons went after Naru, a couple of seconds later Naru's scream echoed all over the place.
Angel woke up and immediately took off in the direction of the entrance to the outer world, his eyes were filled with tears and there was blood on his mouth, he had to bit his lip to stop himself from going back to search for his mate, but he knew Naru was dead and all that was left was to find the prince and return to avenge his lover.
It's been almost three weeks now, but everytime Angel closed his eyes he could still see the last look his mate gave him. He and Devon had decided that they would travel by foot to help Shinji exercise his new body, now that the young dragon knew his father was still alive he and Angel trained every day on their way to the inner world. Angel was to tense on this particular day and found difficult to concentrate, he couldn't stop thinking about Naru, a swift kick to his chest brought him back to the present, Angel fell to the ground and groaned as his left leg hit a branch, the dragon grasped his leg and pulled a piece of wood that had stuck between his scales.
"Are you ok?" asked Shinji helping him to stand up.
"Yeah, it's just a scratch" replied Angel
"I'm sorry" said Shinji.
"No, it was good, it means you're getting better, you are definitely your father's son, you have the fighting spirit of the Drakkenvar... now I have one more task for you"
"What is it?" asked Shinji.
"I want you to exercise your wings, and look for a lake"
The young dragon flapped his wings and Devon approached Angel.
"He is getting better" said the golden eagle "But there's something else, isn't it?"
"Yes" answered Angel "I haven't been able to concentrate the entire day, I can't stop thinking about my mate"
"I'm very sorry about what happened to him" said Devon "I think you should rest and I'll finish training with Shinji"
"Thanks" said Angel "I'll take a shower and a quick nap as soon as Shinji returns"
There was a small and awkward silence between them for a moment.
"Devon..."finally said Angel "You do realize you may not be able to come with us all the way to the inner world? The temperature could kill you"
"I know" said the eagle "I also know I may not be able to see Shinji again, but I don't care, he's my son and I love him, I'll go with you as far as I can, just promise me you won't let him die down there"
"You know very well I'll protect him with my life"
"Hey guys"
Shinji's voice made them turn upwards and see the young dragon looming above them.
"There's a very cool lake to the east, not far from here"
Angel and Devon took off and were soon next to Shinji.
"Where?" asked the dragon.
Shinji pointed to the place where the lake was.
"Good, Devon will help you train a little more, when you are finished, meet me there at sun down and we'll all take a break"
The elder dragon started flying towards the lake leaving the golden eagle and the young dragon behind.
"Is he okay?" asked Shinji.
"Don't worry about him" said Devon "He's been through a lot just to find you,"
"We've been traveling for almost a week" said Shinji as they flew over the threes. "I wonder how much will it take us to reach the gate?"
"I'm pretty sure it's not far from here" said Devon "But Angel won't take us there yet, you still need to learn a few more things, and part of them is something I happen to be very good at"
"And what is that?" asked Shinji.
"What do you think?" asked Devon as he started speeding, quickly pulling away from the dragon.
"You think you can at least cope up with this old bird son?"
Shinji smiled and tried to reach his father, the eagle was incredibly fast, making circles and all kinds of stunts in mid air, the young dragon was starting to fell tired, finally he was able to stay side by side with Devon, the sun reflected on Shinji's blue and violet scales making them shine, Devon looked at his adoptive son and marveled at how beautiful his body was, the taunt muscles of the dragon showed off nicely as he flapped his wings every now and then.
"Try to stretch your neck a little further to cut through the air" instructed Devon "Use your head to lead the currents around your body and let the air do the work"
"Shinji did as he was told and discovered he barely needed to move as the high and strong air currents dragged his body like a leaf, he only had to use his wings and head to maintain his direction.
"This is great!" he yelled, his face was showing the happiness he was feeling "Now I see why you like it so much"
"You have no idea how long I been wanting to do this with you, son" said Devon still looking at the dragon. "Now, What do you say if we have a race from here to the lake?"
Angel was resting under a tree near the lake Shinji had found when he heard Shinji and Devon approaching, the young dragon was at least a couple of feet ahead of the eagle.
When they landed, Devon was panting heavily.
"that...was...amazing"
"What happened?" asked Angel
"Shinji not only learned how to fly in a few hours, he is now faster and even more agile than me"
"I'm glad to hear that" said Angel "I suggest you to rest well tonight Shinji, tomorrow I'm going to show you all about breathing fire, and that takes a lot of energy"
Shinji's face lightened, he had been begging Angel to teach him about that since they left the tree house.
"it's my turn to hunt dinner" aid Angel "I'll be back in a few minutes"
The dragon took off and Devon went to the lake.
"I thought he said he was tired" said Shinji.
"Shinji... Angel is not tired, he's confused"
"Why?"
"That is something only he can tell you, I think you should follow him and talk to him, you two need to get things clear so you can train properly, I'll hunt my own food so you don't have to worry about returning soon, "
Shinji gave the bird a puzzled look.
"I know what I'm talking about, just trust me"
"Okay" said Shinji and went after Angel.
The deer saw the shadow of the dragon above him before Angel could reach him and sneaked away amongst the trees.
"Damn it!" cursed the dragon "Now I can't even hunt well"
He heard the sound of flapping wings and a few seconds later, Shinji was next to him.
"That's a first one, I've never seen you miss"
"I'll caught the next one, don't worry"
"Wait"
Shinji placed a claw on Angel's shoulder.
"Devon said he'd hunt his own food and I'm not really hungry... and I think we need to talk"
"About what?"
"I don't know, you tell me, you've been acting strange all day, there's something bothering you"
Angel sighed, he knew he had to tell Shinji, but he wasn't sure of the dragon's reaction, he wasn't sure of his own reaction and that frightened him even more.
"Shinji, I told you my mate was killed during my escape of the inner world, if he were alive, today would be our fifth year together"
"I see, I'm sorry about that" said Shinji looking to the ground "Angel, I care about you a lot, I whish there was something I could do to help you, but all I can do is to be here for you, I don't know what else to do"
Shinji lifted his gaze and saw the tears descending down the other dragon's scaled face.
"You probably want to be alone"
The young dragon was ready to leave when Angel stopped him.
"Wait! please don't go"
Shinji turned and approached the crying dragon, he extended his arms and wrapped them around angel.
"When I feel bad about something my father always gives me a big hug, Will it help?"
"More than you could ever imagine" said Angel and he too embraced Shinji.
Shinji just stood there, holding his friend while Angel cried burying his head on the young dragon's scaled chest. It felt warm, it felt exactly like...Naru's.
"There's something else" said Angel when he regained his composure a little.
"Whatever it is, you can tell me" said Shinji without letting him go.
"I still miss him, I miss him a lot, but I think I'm starting to have feelings for you, and that makes me feel very confused"
Shinji hugged him even harder.
"I know it must be very hard for you to have these feelings for me with all that has happened to you recently" said Shinji "I think I feel the same about you, you're the first dragon I've ever met, but I can tell what your mate saw in you"
Angel lifted his gaze until he was eye to eye with Shinji, their snots were only a couple of inched apart and they could feel the other's warm breath, Shinji slowly mover forwards and his lips meet Angel's, it was a very brief kiss, but it was enough to send shivers down Angel's spine.
"I've never done this, and I'd love to do it with you, but this may not be the right time, I'll wait all the time you want, I just want you to know..."
Shinji was interrupted by Angel's lips as the elder dragon kissed him again, this time the kiss was longer and more passionate, Shinji felt Angel's tongue brushing against his fangs and he opened his mouth. Angel embraced Shinji a little hard, feeling the young dragon's muscles beneath the soft and warm scales, Angel's claws traced patterns all over Shinji's back, feeling the muscles and the grooves and the space between his wings, burning every contour of the young dragon's body on his mind, Shinji started exploring the other dragon's body too, noticing the differences between their psyche. Despite being younger, Shinji was a little taller and more heavily muscled than Angel, but the innocent look in his face and his boyish features made his age evident. Shinji felt something warm and moist poking at his stomach and he looked down.
"Wow!" exclaimed the young dragon.
He had never seen a dragon's penis before and this one definitely looked big, purple, almost black in color, with a series of ridges behind the swollen head and throbbing veins traveling all over it, the base protruded from a small slit between Angel's legs, two heavy looking orbs were visible a little lower, Shinji ran a claw across them and Angel blew hot air over the young one's ear. Angel's right claw found Shinji's genital slit and a finger slowly entered it, rubbing the hardening member inside, Shinji shuddered at the feeling and held Angel tighter, they both looked between his legs and saw the tip of his cock poking out, Angel wrapped two fingers around it and slowly coaxed it out.
"Wow!" exclaimed Angel when Shinji's member was fully erect. It was easily 12 inches long and very thick, it almost dwarfed the 9 inches he was so proud of.
"You're definitely your father's son"
"What do you mean?" asked Shinji breathing a little hard.
"You'll see, but right now, let me show you how much you mean to me"
Both dragons laid on the soft ground, Shinji was on his back and Angel was leaning on his elbow to his right, his claw gently stroking the young dragon, Shinji had his eyes closed, he had never felt this kind of pleasure, he felt something warm touching the tip of his penis and opened his eyes in time to see Angel's tongue taking another long lick at his member from base to tip, a clear bead of pre formed in the head and Angel slurped eagerly, then opened his muzzle and took the entire member in, Shinji gasped at the feeling, Angel had to wait a moment to adjust himself to the huge length, then he started bobbing his head up and down, using one claw to scratch Shinji's chest scales and his other one to fondle his balls, Shinji saw Angel's erection beating with the dragon's heart and took it in his claw, it felt so warm, so strong and at the same time soft. Suddenly, the wonderful sensation around his member disappeared, Shinji found Angel's face a couple of inches from his, they kissed again and Shinji tasted his own cock for the first time.
"There's something I want you to do" said Angel
Shinji looked at him with a questioning look, Angel got on his hands and knees and lifted his tail, exposing his anal slit to the young dragon.
"I want you to penetrate me"
Shinji kneeled behind Angel and ran his claw all over the elder dragon's cheeks, marveling at the firmness, he tentatively inserted a talon in the warm opening eliciting a moan from Angel, Shinji's other claw was busy stroking his own hardness, Angel felt a second finger joining the one that was probing his insides and bucked his hips backwards, his tail wrapped around Shinji's shoulder like a snake. Finally, the young dragon pulled his fingers and pressed the dripping tip of his member against Angel's entrance. The thick cock started entering Angel's anus and he gasped at the feeling, inch by inch slowly disappeared inside the tight tunnel, Shinji's body was trembling with excitement, never in his entire life had he feel such pleasure, both dragons sighed when Shinji's hips met Angel's rear.
"You feel wonderful" whispered Angel
Shinji started moving, pumping his cock in and out of his mate, he could feel Angel clenching his anal muscles everytime he hilted inside him, Shinji took Angel's member and started stroking him, Angel felt Shinji's thrusts were becoming stronger, the young dragon was now pulling almost all of his cock out before ramming it back in.
"That's it" moaned Angel "Harder"
Shinji was happy to comply and used all his strength to push his cock as far as he could, both dragons were sweating profusely, Angel felt thick droplets of sweat landing on his back and disappearing between his scales, Shinji was grunting and puffing, he felt a strange heat growing inside him, his pace became erratic and soon he roared and Angel felt the cock inside him pulse and a warmth spreading inside him, then something happened that surprised them both, in the middle of his orgasmic roar, Shinji managed to throw his first burst of fire, it reached a nearby rock and melted to the ground. The young dragon almost passed out and just collapsed on top of Angel, the eldest dragon slowly helped Shinji to lay on his back, his cock was still hard and brushed against Shinji's scales, leaving a few trails of pre cum.
"That was great" said Angel caressing Shinji's chest.
"What about you?" asked the young dragon seeing the throbbing maleness.
"I'll take care of it for now" said Angel "Don't worry, we have all night to do it over and over again."
Angel took his rock hard cock in his claw and started masturbating kneeling next to Shinji.
"Do it all over me" said Shinji with a grin.
Angel sat on Shinji's abdomen, some cum leaked from his ass onto Shinji's stomach, Angel's cock was just inches from Shinji's face, rubbing against his warm chest scales, Angel was so exited that it only took a few strokes before he unloaded a generous amount of sperm all over Shinji's chest, a few spurts even reaching the young dragon's face, Shinji lapped it up, enjoying the wonderful taste, Angel leaned and licked Shinji's chest clean, then he approached Shinji's face and they shared the sweet cream, Angel moved to lay next to Shinji on the ground, his right claw started to make circles around Shinji's anus.
"Ready for round two?"
"Just give me five minutes" said Shinji panting.
The next morning, Devon was already awake and a few fishes were already cooking on a fire next to the lake when he saw the two dragons approaching, they landed at the same time.
"Welcome back" said the eagle "it looks like you had a rough night"
"How can you know that?" asked Shinji blushing.
"I have a keen sense of smell, and you both look rather tired" said Devon smiling.
"look, it was me who started it all" started to explain Angel.
"No, actually, it was me" said Devon "I noticed the way Shinji was looking at you and I knew you felt the same about him, neither of you could have trained correctly with that much tension between you"
"Thanks father" said Shinji "Both for understanding and for helping me"
"Well, what do you say if we have breakfast so we can continue our travel? The place I want to show you is not far"
During breakfast, Angel felt as if a huge burden had just banished from his shoulders. They flew during a couple of hours Devon lead them to the edge of the forest, where it was abruptly cut by huge mountains.
"What are we doing here?" asked Shinji.
"There's something I want you to see" said Devon "Actually, someone"
They entered a cold and dark cavern, Shinji and Angel started to shiver.
"Is it far?" asked Angel "I'm freezing"
"I noticed you can't stand low temperatures for too long" said the eagle "That's one of the reasons o brought her here"
"Her?"
They continued walking for a few more minutes, they noticed the cave floor was covered by a thin layer of ice.
"There" said Devon.
A few feet from them was a big block of ice, Shinji and Angel slowly approached it, they saw a strangely familiar shade inside it.
"It's a dragon!" said Angel.
"She is Shinji's mother" said Devon "The night she died and Shinji was born I was very confused about what to do with her, I couldn't leave her out there to rot, so I thought about bringing her body here, so it could be preserved"
Angel kneeled next to the frozen figure and a lonely tear descended down his left cheek.
"My queen" he muttered "it is an honor to be in your presence, I swear on my own life that your sacrifice will not be in vain"
Shinji was also crying. Devon was hugging him.
"Why didn't you showed her to me before?" he asked his father.
"I wasn't sure you could understand, I didn't knew what she was myself, but now that Angel appeared, I knew you had to see her."
Angel slowly stood and walked towards Devon.
"my race owes you more than we could ever pay you" he said to the eagle
"It was nothing" said Devon "Now, let's get out of here before you freeze to death"
The left the cave and returned to the forest, Devon was leading the way and Shinji and Angel were walking behind, the eldest dragon felt Shinji's claw taking his own.
"Are you ok?" he asked Shinji.
"I will be, if anything, now I want to go back to my land more than ever"
"The entrance to the inner world is not far from here" said Angel.
"I'm glad to hear that" said Devon, "But Shinji still needs to train... and you'll have to do it without me"
"Why?" said Shinji stopping on his tracks.
"Lets get things real" said Devon "I'm not sure I could survive in the inner world, besides, the next part of your training will be so hard that the only thing that I'll do is slow you down. Am I right Angel?"
The dragon nodded not looking into Shinji's eyes.
"Don't think of this as a goodbye son" said Devon "I'm sure you're going to defeat Khan-Ro"
The eagle started walking away from them, then he stopped and without looking back said:
"When you are a prince, remember me and come visit me from time to time"
The eagle took off and Angel had to hold Shinji to prevent him from jumping after him, instead, the young dragon just hugged Angel tightly and cried.
Devon flapped his wings with all his strength, trying to gain as much distance between he and Shinji as soon as possible, his face was filled with tears, but he knew this was the best.
To be continued...
HIS DESTINY 2
BY: NAHUALMORPH.
Ok, here's the second chapter, things seem to be moving slowly, maybe I'll try to speed it up for the next chapter.
WARNING: Male/Male sex scenes ahead, don't read if you're underage or you don't like gay stuff.
Shinji was sitting in the shore of a clear lake watching his reflection on the water, it was the middle of the day and his father had left to hunt.
"What am I?" asked the small blue dragon to his own reflection "Why do I feel so... unease?"
He heard a noise on the bushes behind him and turned, but there was no one there. The little reptile stood and was preparing to leave when a huge wild bear came from the bushes, Shinji gave a few steps back, the bear stood on two legs and roared menacingly.
"Shinji! Move!"
The dragon looked up and saw Devon flying towards them, the golden eagle charged towards the bear and the impact sent them against a tree, the beard roared in anger and grabbed Devon by his sides, and slammed him against the ground, the eagle screamed in pain when he felt the vicious claws making deep cuts on his body.
"Shinji! Get out of here! Now!" yelled Devon.
The poor dragon was frozen in terror, his big blue eyes filled with tears. Devon managed to bury his beak on the bear's shoulder, the beast released him and the eagle managed to hold him by his shoulders, Devon used all his strength to push the bear away from him, digging his talon's on the bear's skin. The pain only fuelled the bear's anger and as soon as he hit the ground he stood up again, the bruin attacked Devon again and managed to break one of the eagle's wings, Devon saw Shinji still standing next to the lake and ran towards him, he hugged the little dragon, hoping to protect him with his body. The bear attacked again and Devon closed his eyes. The eagle heard the bear roaring and the sound of wings flapping above him, a few seconds later, there was a loud thud and Devon opened his eyes. He saw a figure standing between the bear and them, it was a big reptile with violet coloured scales, the bear was on the ground a few feet away.
"Are you ok?" asked the reptile.
Before Devon could answer, the bear roared and charged at them again.
"Watch out!" yelled the bird, but the dragon was ready to receive the bear.
The reptile caught the bear and stopped him in his tracks, he lifted his knee and hit the bear on the stomach, then jumped and kicked him on the face, doing a double flip in mid air he kicked him again, the bear gave a few steps backwards disoriented. The reptile jumped again and punched the bear several times, each blow making the huge creature's entire body shake, finally, the reptile delivered a blow that hit the bear square in the jaws and the creature fell unconscious. Devon slowly got up and looked at Shinji, and then at the stranger.
"Thanks, that was incredible" said Devon.
"It was nothing, my name is Angel" said the dragon shaking the eagle's claw and I've been looking for you"
He said the last words looking at Shinji, who was holding himself to Devon.
The dragon kneeled and lowered his head.
"But, we've never seen each other before" said Shinji.
"How many other dragons have you seen?" asked Angel.
"Dragon?" is that what you are?" asked the little reptile.
"Yes, just like you"
"But... but we're so different, you're almost twice as big as I am, and your body is leaner, and your wings are so big..."
"What's your name?" asked Angel.
"Shinji"
"Stand back Shinji, and you too sir"
Angel fired a burst of flames at Shinji, the little reptile screamed, but it was more because of the surprise than anything else, because the flames didn't caused him any pain.
"What are you doing?" screamed Devon.
"Don't worry" said Angel "Look"
Shinji's body started to change, he grew until he was a few inched taller than Angel, his round belly disappeared to give way to a set of well defined abs, his small arms and legs elongated and started to fill with muscle, his wings grew and a few of his scaled changed in colour. Finally, the fire died and Devon could see the new body of his son, Shinji's scales were still of a deep blue on most of his body, the lower part of his face, his chest, abdomen and inner thighs were covered with scales of a paler shade of blue, and they were outlined with two strips of deep blue scales, a few markings appeared on his arms and chest, his face and ears were adorned with jade coloured scales and his back was filled with marks of all the previous colours.
"Wonderful" muttered Angel "just like the prince should look like"
Shinji and Devon turned to look at Angel.
"What did you just said?" asked Shinji, noting his voice had changed too, it was a little deeper, and it suited his new form nicely.
Devon winced and grabbed his injured wing.
"Father!" Shinji ran towards his father and held him with his new strong claws.
"I think we should help him first" said Angel "Then I'll be glad to answer your questions"
They helped Devon and the three of them headed towards Shinji and Devon's house.
"You are the prince of the Drakkenvar kingdom, Our country is located in the inner world" explained Angel as he bandaged Devon's wing "it's a warm place deep inside the earth, we are a peaceful clan of dragons and your father Zaarkaban ruled our land with kindness and justice for lots of years... but fifteen years ago we were invaded by a powerful nation of warrior dragons, the Vildraks and their leader Khan-ro self proclaimed as the new king. We became slaves of the Vildraks and were forced to work for them, building what Khan-ro calls the great flame: a huge ball of fire and heat created by years of added flames and magic stones"
"And does he plans to do with it?" asked Shinji.
"We believe he intends to release it into this world once it is finished" said Angel and stood up "that should be enough, just don't try to move that wing too much"
"Thank you" said Devon.
"No, I'm the one that should thank you for taking care of the prince for all this years, my country has a debt with you, and once we are released from the oppression of the Vildraks I assure you, we will repay all your kindness"
"But what can I do against an entire nation?" asked Shinji throwing another log to the fireplace "a few hours ago I didn't even knew I was a dragon, I don't know how to fight, I don't even know how to fly"
"Enough!" Angel roared angered "You are a Drakkenvar Dragon! Of course you know how to fly and how to fight! You are our only hope! I escaped the inner world almost a week ago, my mate died so I could find you! And I will not let you deny your destiny"
Angel felt tears running down his face at the memory of his lover, he stormed out of the three house leaving Devon and Shinji behind.
"Why is he so angry?" asked Shinji "He can't just show up and expect me to fight a war, I mean I don't even know him"
"Shinji, my son, you must understand, he has gone through a lot to find you, he expected you to join him without a doubt" said Devon placing a talon on the dragon's shoulder.
"And you're going to ask me to do that?"
"I'm going to ask you to go and get some rest, I want you to think about what he just said, I want you to listen to your heart"
"Father, I don't want to leave you"
"Hush, we'll talk later, now go and get some rest"
Shinji did as he was told and headed to his small room. Devon left the three house and climbed a little higher, he found Angel sitting near the top of the three watching the evening:
"I have to admit this" said the dragon "You do have beautiful sightings"
"Thanks" said Devon sitting next to him " I understand how you feel, but please just give Shinji some time, I'm sure he'll decide to help you"
"It's not that simple" said Angel staring into the distance "He's not trained, I have to make a warrior out of him, and I really don't know how much time we have before Khan-Ro finds us, I'm sure his men are already looking for me"
"Just wait until tomorrow" said the bird "we'll leave this place and you can start Shinji's training on the way... we'll be heading north, right?"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Because that's where she is" said Devon.
The next morning Shinji was awaken in a rather rude way, the first thing he felt was a set of taloned hands grabbing him and dragging him out of bed.
"What's happening?" he asked still a little groggy.
"Vildraks" said Devon "they found us and Angel is making them follow him, we have to get out f here"
Shinji felt a cold shiver crawling through his spine, he immediately got up and left the tree house with Devon right behind him.
"Keep running and don't stop for nothing" said Devon as he ran behind the young dragon "I'll see if I can spot Angel."
The golden eagle flapped his wings and took off, leaving Shinji scared I the middle of the woods, it was still a little dark and he couldn't see very well, he ran for a few minutes without really knowing where he was heading to and then heard an agonizing scream.
"Father!"
"Shinji!, get out of here!"
"Father, Where are you?"
The only response was another scream, then Shinji heard some movement at his right side.
"Who's there?" asked the very frightened dragon.
He looked up and saw the clearing sky, he flapped his wings and felt his body lift from the ground, he flapped harder until he finally cleared the tree line, he looked around but al he could see were threes in every direction.
"Father! Angel!"
He looked down and saw a ball of fire coming straight at him, he barely managed to dodge it and the impulse made him fall a few feet, he regained his position and tried to see where the fireball had came from, he was starting to feel tired, it was his first flight after all. He heard a faint sound behind him and then something or someone had smashed him against the trees. Shinji fell on top of them, hitting his body with various branches until he finally landed on the ground. The dragon got up and before he could move, a figure appeared between two low branches and jumped right on top of him, Shinji turned and tried to run, but he felt a pair of strong, scaled hands grabbing him by the neck and tossing him against a tree, he looked up in time to see another ball of fire right in front of his face, the dragon closed his eye and waited for the searing pain of the flames.
"You're dead" said a familiar voice and Shinji opened his eyes to see Angel standing in front of him "Or you would be dead if I were a Vildrak"
Shinji saw a shadow above them and looked p in time to see Devon descending towards them.
"What just happened?" asked the confused dragon.
"What happened is that you failed on your first training battle" said the violet dragon. "We have a long way ahead of us and very little time"
"But I haven't even said I agreed to do all this" said Shinji.
"I'm sorry son, but you really don't have much of a choice on this" said Devon placing a hand on his son's shoulder.
"Shinji, there's still one more thing I haven't told you" said Angel "Your father... your real father, Zaarkaban is still alive"
Back in the inner world, a crowd of red dragons is gathered in the yard of the royal castle, a muscled blue dragon is bound in the middle of a wooden stage. His hands were tied behind his back and he was kneeling on the hard wood. A huge dragon walked behind him and placed a heavy claw on his shoulder.
"Who's turn is today?" he asked. "Who won the evening games?"
"I did sir" said a dragon stepping forward "I defeated five"
"Very well, you get to choose if you want to do it here or take him with you"
"Hell, I'll take him right here, I've been waiting for this for a long time"
The big dragon left the stage and addressed to one of the dragons down there.
"Is everyone in their cages?"
"Yes sir"
"And they do have a nice view of this?"
"You can see it by yourself sir"
The big dragon looked at the cave section and noticed all the blue dragons were tied to the bars on the entrance of their cells, all their eyes were locked on the blue dragon on the stage. The red dragon behind him was already rubbing the slickened tip of his erection between the blue's cheeks.
"Do it" commanded the big red.
The painful roar of the blue dragon was deafened by the cheers of the other red dragons around, a few of the blue dragons turned away and others simply stared at the scene with teary eyes. The big blue finally felt the heavy scrotum of the other dragon resting against his tail base.
"This is great" said between moans the red one "You must really love cock to have offered yourself like this in exchange for just a few of your pathetic underlings"
The blue dragon didn't said anything, he felt the bounds on his arms being loosened and he was finally able to support himself on his hands and knees.
"Say how much you love this" said the red dragon as he started pumping his cock in and out of the blue "Say it bitch"
He thrusted hard and grabbed the blue dragon by his neck.
"I... love it" murmured the blue dragon.
"Let your friends hear it" the red dragon squeezing harder.
"I love to get fucked!" screamed the blue dragon "I like to take it up the ass everyday"
The red dragon laughed and started pumping harder, making the entire blue's body to shake, the crowd of red dragons screamed harder and a few of them just got on their knees and started sucking on the nearest dick. The entire yard filled with moans and sucking sounds. The blue dragon looked around and a single tear escaped his left eye, the red dragon fucking him started caressing his sides, and the blue had to suppress a shiver as he felt the rough hands obscenely groping his body. One of the rough claws made his way towards the blue's crotch hoping to grab a raging erection.
"What the fuck is this?" asked the red one in anger "You're lying to me bitch?"
"No"
"You're not even hard, maybe you need some more help to really enjoy this"
The red dragon started humping furiously and inserted two thick fingers into the blue's slit, feeling the limp flesh inside. The blue one felt the talons scratching his sensitive skin and yelped, the red's claw came out of the slit holding the flaccid penis.
"Now, let's give it some encouragement" said the red and started applying pressure to the blue's shaft.
"No" moaned the blue as he felt his member responding to the red's touch.
"I knew you liked it" said the red and started jerking the blue in time with his thrusting.
The blue one however was not enjoying it, the red's hands were too rough and were starting to bruise his shaft, he tried to make the red to cum fast and started to rock his body back and forth, it seemed to work as he heard the red's breath becoming faster, the red finally forgot about the blue's penis and grabbed him by his waist, using all his strength to pound the blue's ass.
This had been the same scenery for the blue dragon for years, the only difference was the dragon fucking him, luckily it was only one this time.
There was only one thing that kept him living, there was only one dragon that kept the fire of hope burning deep inside the blue's soul, and there was only one thing on his mind when he felt the gush of hot seed coating his insides.
"...Son..."
To be continued
What do you think?
The sex scene wasn't really meant to be enjoyed, I'll make it up to you on the next chapter, you'll see.
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HIS DESTINY
By: NAHUALMORPH
Note: this is a story based on a movie I saw a few years ago, the script was terrible and the animation was... let's just say it wasn't the best I've seen, but it had lots of potential and the dragons design was cool, so I decided to give it a shot. Of course I switched a few of the characters and had to make a few changes to the storyline, but I think I can pull a good one out of this.
DISCLAIMER: this is just a prologue but it already contains hot M/M dragon sex, you shouldn't read this if you're underage or if you don't like the idea of male dragons having sex.
The huge wooden door cracked when the stone boulder hit it for the second time, the golden handles and ornaments shook with the impact.
"They're here my dear, our soldiers have been defeated" said a male voice.
"I know, it will only be a matter of time before they get us" said the female.
Another loud crash was heard, a big crack formed on the door, roars and snarls could be heard from the other side of the door.
"You're going to have to escape with our son"
In the middle of the room, a big egg with blue spots was laying on a regal looking cradle, the tiny blue spots seemed to dance under the dim light of the torches, the door was hit again, a few of the ornaments fell and the wood bent I some places.
"They'll be here soon, hurry!"
"What about you?"
"I'll try to buy a few seconds for you, now go! Make sure our son survives!"
A pair of purplish scaled hands grabbed the egg and the huge door finally succumbed and broke, three red dragons entered through the opening and immediately started shooting fireballs.
"I'm right here you fucking cowards! I'll show you what we're made of!"
The eternal shadows of the inner world were disturbed by the brightness of the strong blasts that the red dragons were firing. The slim, purple dragoness could barely dodge them, her body had several small wounds and burns, her right wing had a small hole in it. Two red dragons were still after her when she reached the outer world. It felt cold. All the dragoness could see were threes in every direction. She saw the red dragons appearing through the cave she had just left, they saw her and attacked at once. The dragoness dove into the threes, hiding from them, they approached to the place where they last saw her, the two red dragons started searching frantically amongst the threes, it was the middle of the night, but the full moon provided enough light for them. One of the dragons spotted the dragoness but it was too late, she fired and the ball of fire hit the red dragon in the face, the other foe didn't wasted time and dove into the threes to attack the female, the sound of roars and falling threes awoke every wild animal in miles around. Then the sound stopped and a severely injured purple dragoness cradling an egg on her arms rose above the three line and flew away from there.
A loud sound awoke Devon from his slumber, the golden feathered eagle peeked out of the three he called home. It was pitch black outside, Devon noticed a shade moving in the darkness and slowly approached it. He was a male eagle in his mid 20's, he had left his tribe of hunters the last spring, Devon had found a nice territory and had established on that beautiful forest. He was a curious bird and that had caused him a few problems before. He slowly approached the figure, it wasn't moving anymore. Devon had never seen a creature like it. It was definitely a reptile of some sorts, it had purple scales, Devon noticed the various burns and cuts.
"Poor creature" thought the eagle, the he noticed it was holding something...and egg.
The creature was definitely dead, its open eyes were blank. Devon assume it was a female, he took the egg and almost dropped it when it started cracking. It was hatching! Devon gently placed the egg on the ground and watched as a small reptile with blue scales emerged. It looked at the body of the dead reptile and then at Devon.
"Oh boy! What do I do now?"
"Dad, it hurts! It's too big!"
"Stop crying, I've had bigger ones stuck even further inside"
The eagle gently pulled the splinter fr4om the small dragon's blue arm.
"What were you thinking son?" asked Devon as he applied a small amount of chewed herbs to the wound.
The young dragon winced and his eyes fell to the floor.
"I...I wanted to fly, like you"
Devon hugged the little dragon and sighed.
"Shinji, I've told you before, your wings are too small, you still need to grow up"
"But you told me you learned to fly since you were 5 years old, I'm almost 15!"
"Shinji, I love you like a son, nut you must always remember we are from different species.
"What am I?"
"I whish I knew, but I don't want you to worry about it, the important thing is that I love you and did my best to be a father to you, now let's go home"
Devon was right, Shinji's wings were too short, in fact, all of Shinji was too short, the small blue lizard had short legs, a round belly and thin arms, his wings were barely recognizable as such, the only thing big about Shinji were his expressive blue eyes.
They entered their home and had a quiet meal. Devon loved the young reptile but was unable to provide the answers he needed. The night was warm, but despite that, Devon noticed Shinji was slightly shivering.
"Come here son" said Devon and Shinji nested between the bird's arms.
Back in the inner world, a violet coloured dragon was chained to a wall, he had a nice pattern of blue scales forming lines around his arms, chest and abdomen, his face also had a fine outline of blue scales around his muzzle, his body was lean but well defined and he had a few bruises on his face, the door to the cell opened and the dragon lifter his head, a red dragon wearing only a few leather straps around his chest and a loincloth entered and hit the dragon in the face.
"I trust you learned your lesson" said the red dragon releasing the violet dragon's arms "Working time means you work, no matter how hungry you or that little bitch are"
The bigger dragon led him to a cave where another dragon was sleeping, the entrance of the cave was sealed with steel bars, the red dragon opened the door and tossed the violet dragon inn.
"Now sleep well, your shift starts in three hours" said the red dragon and walked away.
"Angel! Are you ok?" asked the dragon that was inside the cave and helped his mate to stand up.
"I'll be fine Naru, they didn't knew, they locked me for a different reason" said Angel.
Naru had a scale pattern similar to Angel, except for a few extra markings around his eyes.
"So, are you still sure you want to do this?" asked Naru.
"Yeah, it's the only chance we'll get"
"But we don't even know if he's alive" said Naru slowly caressing his mate's muzzle. "We could die tomorrow"
"Then let us make tonight be special" said Angel and kissed the other dragon.
Naru opened his mouth and allowed Angel's tongue to enter, they embraced each other and continued tongue wrestling for a few minutes, both felt their members poking out of their slits and grind their hips, rubbing against each other and spreading generous amounts of pre cum around their shafts and bellies, Angel broke the kiss and looked down, their members were connected by a strand of pre cum, he took his lover's member in his grasp and jerked it a few times, his other hand travelling between Naru's legs and two fingers slowly entered his anal vent, Naru moaned and leaned his head on Angel's chest, slowly licking it, they had to be careful, sine the guards could hear them. Angel pressed his lover against the wall and Naru lifted a leg, he felt the tip of his lover's penis poking at his entrance and he lowered himself a little, Angel raised his hips and the dripping head of his member entered the moist tunnel, Naru took angel's hand on his mouth and bite it lightly to avoid yelping, Angel pushed and the rest of his erection slowly disappeared into his mate, Naru's own dripping penis was sandwitched between their belly scales, throbbing and totally covered in sweet precum, Angel took it and started jerking his mate in time with his thrusts.
"Harder" pleaded Naru and Angel dug his claws on the ground to compel his lover's whish.
Angel's thick member was making difficult for Naru to remain quiet and he kissed his mate to muffle his moans, Angel's claws started scratching his lover's back while he kept pounding his ass, finally, Angel's knees started to tremble and he thrust one more time to the hilt. Naru felt the warm liquid spreading inside him and he took his cock in his claws, Angel's right claw returned to his mate's cock and helped him to masturbate, all this time they never stopped kissing, Naru bit Angel's lips and shuddered as his member twitched and covered their chests in white, Angel pulled his spent penis out of his lover and they cleaned each other with their tongues.
A few minutes later they were cuddled on the floor, Angel nibbled at Naru's neck and hugged him tightly.
"I'll find him, I promise you I'll bring him back" he said.
"I'm sure you will" said Naru "And I'll be waiting for you... we will all be waiting for you"
To be continued.
So... was it good? Should I continue?
Note: Shinji is 15 years old but he's already almost an adult, dragons reach maturity very fast on this fic, and yes, he will be having lots of sex on the next chapters.
Danny had worked at the Grist Brothers Steel Company for three years. He had been married to Sara just as long.
He would often wonder if he had the strength to pull his weight along with the other guys. Of course, after three years of hauling, he became a decently built young hare. Sara never disapproved.
Still, compared to the bears and wolves that surrounded him, Danny struggled for respect on a weekly basis. He did his best to let the barbs roll off his back, but he could never bring himself to make his own. He was sure that was what kept him distant from the others; he was too nice.
"Don't forget to pin those ears back, Rabbit," Thomas, a large gray wolf, said one day. "One o' these hooks will come by and yank ya right over to that melting pot. We'll have a whole stack of buck tooth lupine girders."
"It's lapine," Danny muttered under a wave of laughter.
He tried not to let it get to him. It was a job, and he had to do it. At least until he and Sara could save up enough to get a house of their own. Then maybe they could finally start a family. Sometimes it was just the vision of that modest home, just outside the city limitsâ€"children on his knees as they sat out on the porch and looked over a sea of tall grassâ€"that got him through those long days.
The money wasn't coming in as much as they had hoped, and eventually Sara found work at the Kennet Laundromat with her older sister Suzanne. To help add to the taunts, Sara had to take Danny's car during the day, dropping him off in the mornings and picking him up at night. Danny never stuck around too long after work, but it was a time-honored tradition for most of the guys to hang around outside until they could decide what bar to head to. When Sara pulled up that first time, Danny kept his head down as he walked to the car.
"Damn!" Thomas whistled. "Danny, you got a hot butler!"
Danny tensed at Thomas's taunt and moreso at his wording. But he smirked back at his coworkers and hopped into the passenger seat.
"I gotta get a new job," he said to Sara. She was looking past him to the crowd of mangy-furred brutes under the yellow light.
"Quite a tough gang you got there."
"Yeah, loads of fun. Can we just get out of here?"
The next day, Thomas wouldn't let him leave so easy.
"Hey, Danny. You gonna introduce us to your old lady?"
Danny nodded toward the approaching vehicle.
"Yeah, that's Sara."
"What? That ain't no innerduction. Where were you raised, boy? Bring ‘er out. We wanna see what Danny-boy's been bangin'!"
The gathered workers fumed laughter. Once Sara parked the car, Danny gulped and walked around to the driver's side. Sara rolled down the window.
"Did you want to drive?" she said.
"The guys want to meet you," Danny said softly. He gulped and shifted his eyes. "Just wave or something, I guess."
Sara looked over, but Thomas was already lumbering over to the car. He didn't regard Danny, pushing him back as he wedged between the two hares.
"I'm Thomas, ma'am." The wolf took off his dusty red gloves and held a scruffy gray paw down to the open window. Sara gave him her slim brown paw and Thomas held it in his.
"Sara," she said. "It's nice to meet you, Thomas."
"I just wanted to be properly innerduced. Danny's worked here three years now, and he's never mentioned what a beautiful woman he's been keepin'. I can kinda see why now. You wouldn't want a bunch o' us males pantin' all over ya."
Thomas chortled like a bashful hick. He looked back at Danny and ruffled Danny's headfur. Danny's brief smile fell away as soon as Thomas turned back to Sara.
"You take care o' him, now," Thomas said. "He's a real delicate flower, you know."
They smiled to one another, and Sara seemed to shrink in her seat. Thomas patted his bulky gray paws on the edge of the door and stepped back. Danny got in on the passenger side and shut the door. As they drove away, Sara waved back to Thomas, still smiling.
"What was that?" Danny asked.
"What was what?"
"That giddy look in your eyes."
Sara looked at her husband. Danny tried to soften up his expression. It wasn't easy though; Sara hadn't looked like that since he proposed to her.
"No reason," she said. "He's just a funny looking wolf. I've always thought wolves were...funny."
They spent the rest of the drive in silence. Danny let the occurrence nag at him until suppertime. With a little food in his belly, his mood improved. He even made playful advances, but Sara said she was too tired.
"You should invite some of your friends over sometime," Sara said one night. "We could have dinner together or something."
"What friends?"
"Your coworkers."
"Those aren't friends. They're...necessary evils."
"You should be more friendly," she said, swatting Danny with a dry cloth. "Not so grouchy."
"You don't want those guys in our home. Why don't we just find a nice craft group or something?"
"A craft group?" Sara looked at Danny with wide stunned eyes. Then she groaned and looked up to the ceiling. "Oh, you're so boring!"
"Well, who am I gonna invite? Thomas?"
"Yeah, or whoever. It would just be a nice gesture, you know?"
"That wolf would crush our floors with his own weight."
Sara looked away.
"He's a brute. They all are! It would be like inviting a bunch of feral footsoldiers over. We won't have anything left."
"Fine," she said. "Just invite Thomas then. We'll do them one at a time."
The first snow fell heavy that year. One cold afternoon, as Danny was getting ready to leave the factory, he was stopped by his foreman, Mr. Arzul, a jagged old cougar that looked too beat to smile. Danny followed Mr. Arzul into his office and sat down.
"How are things at home?" he asked.
"Fine." Danny shook his head. He was sure his confusion showed through on his face.
"You're married?"
"Uh, yes. Three years now."
"Got any children?"
"Uh, no." Danny tried to swallow but there was a lump in his throat.
"The company heads have asked me to let a few people go. I'd rather keep everyone where they are, but I can only pull so many strings."
Danny sat in awkward silence. Was he supposed to say something?
"I'm not going to let you go just yet," Mr. Arzul said. "But I have to warn you that I've been watching your team, and right now, you're the weak link. This is the best I can do for you, Daniel. Consider it a warning. If you work harder over the next month, who knows."
"Yes," Danny said. His head was pounding. "Thank you, Sir."
"Yeah, well. You're a good worker. Just push it a little harder."
"Yes, of course. I will. Thank you."
Mr. Arzul nodded at Danny and shuffled through the papers on his desk. Danny stood up and moved to the door.
"Oh, Mr. Arzul," Danny said, his paw on the door handle. "Would you like to come over for dinner? My wife has been wanting to meet you, and I..."
The cougar interrupted with a weighty sigh.
"I can't. I have to stay here and file all this away."
"Right." Danny looked down as he turned the handle. "Well, maybe some other time then."
As he walked down the dark hallway, Danny felt as though his body was fading into nothing. His head was floating and his heart was pounding somewhere distant. When he finally felt the cold winter air, he didn't even process that it was his car waiting by the door, the engine gurgling and fog drifting up from the front and back. Thomas was leaning his big mangy head through the open window on the driver's side. He was showing off all his orange teeth, and Sara was giggling.
Thomas stormed over to the wolf and shot his paw to the door latch. Thomas stumbled backward, holding his paws in the air.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sara said. She wasn't giggling anymore.
"I'm driving," he said and swung the door open.
"Like hell you are! Appologize to Thomas."
"Excuse me?" Danny chuffed.
"Hey now," Thomas said, moving up to where Danny stood. Danny had to look up; His nose came to the wolf's chest. "Nothing to get upset over, little rabbit guy. Sara just invited me over for spaghetti."
"You did what?" Danny's voice went as high as a steam whistle, and both Thomas and Sara laughed at him.
"Calm down, Dan," Sara said, giving her husband a stern look. "Remember, you wanted to be nice to your friends?"
Dan did not remember this, but he found himself standing helplessly between them. He looked to Thomas and then to Sara. It was so cold, he could see his breath. Danny side-stepped around the hood. When he pulled the latch on the passenger's side door, Thomas interrupted:
"Hell no," he said, treading his giant boots through the snow to where Danny stood. "You gotta get in the back. No way I'm fittin' back there."
Thomas ended up pushing his seat back so far that Danny had to sit sideways, with his feet on the back seat. As they drove, Thomas lounged in front, even kicking his broad foot up on the dash. Sara laughed at Thomas's crude jokes all the way back to the apartment. When they stopped, Thomas got out of the car without shifting his seat back and Danny had to struggle to turn himself around.
"Need some help there, little rabbit?"
"I'm not a rabbit!" Danny growled and kicked the passenger seat forward on its track. When he got out, he stretched his back and regained his composure. "I'm a hare. There's a difference, you know."
Inside, Danny and Thomas sat at the table. Normally Danny would be happy to help his wife with dinner, but while she prepared the spaghetti, all he could do was brood in silence. He hoped she would see his unease, but Thomas stole all of her attention.
"You're a dancer, aren't you?" he asked.
"Who me?" Sara giggled. "Hardly."
"No, you got the legs for it."
"How can you tell?" Sara looked down at her blue sweatpants. She always wore them in the winter.
"Here." Thomas got up and kneeled down by Sara and rolled her pantleg up over her calf. Danny jumped to attention and stared as the wolf moved his callused pawpads over Sara's leg.
"You have to have just the right amount of muscle in your thighs."
Danny's heart skipped in his chest. With one paw, Thomas pulled Sara's pantleg up high enough that the fabric bunched up around her crotch. His other paw squeezed at the back of her thigh. Sara gasped and laughed as though she were being tickled. She leaned forward and clutched the side of the stove.
"Yeah, you could definitely move with these legs," Thomas said, eyeing Sara's thigh up and down with a hungry daze. Danny wanted to say something, but nothing came. He was about to try anyway when Sara, looking a little flushed, lifted her leg away from Thomas and rolled the pantleg back.
"I'm not a dancer. Hares just have strong legs."
"Well, you should think about it," Thomas said, standing up slowly until he was just behind Sara. He kept his giant paws at Sara's slender waist. "You've got a great body. Maybe I could show you a couple moves, hmm?"
"You know how to dance?" Sara laughed.
"I know some dances. Mostly horizontal though."
"Oh, get away," Sara said, waving her paws at Thomas's chest. "You're awful!"
Thomas cackled and fell back in his chair.
"Hey, why don't you guys have any kids? I thought rabbits were always fuckin'!"
Sara laughed. "Well, we were planning on it, but..."
"Say no more!" Thomas said and turned his head to Danny. "My cousin was in a bulldozer accident. Took a dive into a quarry. Now he can only shoot blanks. I know how it goes."
"What?" Danny said, shocked. "I don't shoot b-b-bâ€"
"Hey, it's all right. If you don't got it, you don't got it. Now, my pups? Ain't no problem there, bunny. Aggressive sons o' bitches, ya know? I gotta keep a rubber on at all times or you'd see little wolf pups poppin' outta the woodwork."
"Real pleasant dinner conversation," Danny said. "I'm so glad you could come by, Thomas."
"Oh, hush," Sara said, setting a plate of steaming spaghetti and meatballs in front of Thomas. "Do you have kids then, Thomas?"
"Damn, that looks good! Uh, yeah. I got a few."
"What are their names?" Sara brought another plate over, and Danny sat back. But the plate wasn't for him; Sara sat down and started digging a fork into the noodles, listening intently to Thomas.
"Oh, I dunno," Thomas said through a muzzle of food. "I think there's a Johnny and a...Gloria or somethin'. No kiddin', Sara, you know how to feed a guy!"
Danny went to the kitchen and fixed his own plate. He didn't feel too hungry though, and just scooped out an obligatory spoonful. Thomas finished his plate in a matter of seconds and asked for more, which Sara happily served.
After dinner, Danny twirled a fork through cold noodles and listened as Sara asked Thomas about his past, his family, what he used to do as a pup. Thomas relished the interview, bragging of the time he dragged up two of his friends from the bottom of Bertrand Lake or the entire month he went without sleep to stay with his grandmother on her death bed. And then there was his father, gunned down by an entire police force over a promise he kept to his best friend.
"He knew they were gonna misunderstand if they found that money, but to my old man, an oath is an oath. Or was, anyway..."
"Aww." Sara put both paws over Thomas's. "That's so admirable."
Thomas kept his eyes lowered. He sniffed, and Danny rolled his eyes.
"Well, maybe we should start getting you back, Thomas," Danny said and shifted in his seat.
"No, Danny," Sara said. "It's too late. There's snow on the road. He can stay here."
"Oh, I couldn't put you out like that," Thomas said.
"No problem at all. I don't work tomorrow. Danny can just drive you to the factory when he goes in."
"Well, if ya don't mind," Thomas said, leaning back in his seat some more. "Thanks, guys. I really appreciate that. You wouldn't happen to have any more of that spaghetti in there, would ya?"
After Thomas had his third helping, the three of them sat on the couch and watched television. Danny started catching himself falling asleep, but he stayed, curled up on the end of the couch as Thomas and Sara laughed and talked about all their likes and dislikes. Danny lost more and more focus, and before long, Sara was tapping him on the shoulder and dragging him to bed.
When he woke alone in his bed, he hardly knew how he had gotten there. He looked at the time; it was two in the morning. He strained his ears, but couldn't hear the television or any voices. He slipped out from the covers and tiptoed to the door. He put his long ear to the door jamb but still nothing. Except...there was a small mechanical noise. Like one of the creaky machines from the factory. Danny opened the door slowly and stepped out. The television flashed dark blue colors over the shadowy living room, but there was no sound. Danny looked to the couch, but no one was sitting in it. What happened? He wondered. Did they just leave?
That's when he heard it: the breathing. Soft grunts and gasps kept the beat, and Danny saw dark shapes shifting along the length of the couch. Realization fell over Danny just as Sara sat up. He dropped to a crouch and folded his ears back, watching from the shadows as Sara sat straight, her hips bucking over Thomas's crotch, those dancer's thighs flexing on either side of his furry barrel chest. Danny had seen the motions so often from a different angleâ€"his wife sitting up to ride him, bringing both paws to her ears to push them from her panting muzzle and lustful eyesâ€"he had never imagined he would see her doing it from a distance. With another animal.
Thomas's great paws gripped Sara's hips. He lay there, grinning up at her as she rode his cock. It was such a thick one too; Danny watched its wet girth stretch his wife's lips wider than they had ever been before. Just when he was trying to envision how far up inside it was plunging, Danny heard Sara gasp. He looked back up to her face, and she was looking right at him. He gulped and was prepared to stand up and respond, but he was frozen; she just kept on riding him. Danny and Saraâ€"husband and wifeâ€"locked eyes, but Sara's eyes were filled with a dreamy happiness. The corners of her muzzle curled and her whiskers twitched, fanning down and up as she bucked another male.
"Mmm," she moaned, licking her lips slowly. "You are so big, Thomas. That cock is just splitting me open. So deep. So deep."
Thomas grunted and followed Sara's gaze to see Danny crouching in the shadows.
"Heh," he said, quickening his pace. "Come 'ere, 'n gimme those hot tits again, bunny bitch."
Sara yelped softly and bounced over the big wolf, almost vibrating in her pace as her soft paws pushed against Thomas's chest. She whimpered and let her ears fall back as she lowered herself, dangling her plump breasts before Thomas's maw. The wolf wrapped his arms around Sara's back and sucked on her nipple with a sloppy hunger. Danny could see those sharp teeth so close to the breast he had treasured as his own for so many years, but he just sank more into himself and watched.
"These'll be so much more fun to suck when they've got milk in 'em!" Thomas growled and went back to sucking and nibbling over Sara's breasts.
"Yes!" Sara cried, cupping the back of Thomas's head to her. "Milk for your babies. Oh, God! Milk for our babies! Fuck me, Thomas. Please. Fill me up with your cum. Give me all that wolfy seed!"
Danny bit his tongue. Babies? The wolf was trying to impregnate his wife, but Danny couldn't even move. They knew he was there. They were knowingly making love in front of him, on the couch he had bought for his wife. They had had so many happy nights on it before, but they had neverâ€"
"Shit yeah, cream all over my cock! Lube me up, bitch! I'm gonna fill you so full o' seed, you won't have enough milk in those jugs to feed my litter. That's it, ride me, bunny bitch. I'm gonna keep you pregnant and suck your tits dry for years to come. Take it! Take it, you fucking slut!"
Thomas's words became growls, and Sara cried as she tried to keep the wolf's rhythm. His slick pole thrusted in and out more now, and Danny watched the wetness drip over Thomas's damp fur. His full balls churned between his rugged thighs, and the wolf grabbed Sara's shoulders and bared his teeth at her as he growled deeply and plunged himself into her as far as he could. Sara shook and chittered as Thomas filled her with semen.
It was a long time past their afterglow, that Danny felt he could move again. Even then, he half-stood and stepped back toward the bedroom. Sara had been resting her head on Thomas's heaving chest when she looked over at her husband.
"Going back to bed?" she asked.
"I was...yeah." The nonchalantness in Sara's voice brought a lump to Danny's throat. It was too hard to speak now. He watched his wife kiss at Thomas's chest. The wolf had his arms behind his head and he grinned down at her. They looked at one another and Sara giggled and planted a kiss on the wolf's muzzle. Danny turned and walked back to the bedroom door.
"Oh, Danny?"
Danny stopped, but he didn't turn.
"You can take the car tomorrow."
"Why?" he asked, his voice breaking even on such a small word.
"We're both gonna take sick days."
Danny heard more giggling and kissing. He closed the door behind him without another word. He got back under the covers and curled up, feeling sick himself. He didn't sleep much, just wondered what had happened and what was happening. The longer he thought about it, he wondered if they were doing it again. They didn't care if he had a problem with it or not. They were making babies. Thomas was going to father pups in his wife. Then he was going to drink his wife's milk. And he'd do it as often as he pleased, and she'd stay pregnant. Again and again and again.
For a while, Danny didn't talk to anyone after that night. He just moped through work and meals. Thomas told everyone at work what he had done, and from that point, when Danny would get picked up from work, he'd curl up in the backseat and Thomas would dive into the front and feel Sara up as she drove away. She was pregnant with his pups, and bragged about it to everybody. Suzanne would come over and they would try on maternity dresses and joke around about what a wolf-hare baby would look like and what good names might be.
Danny knew he was in danger of losing his job, but he couldn't seem to pull himself out of his funk to do anything about it. One day, Mr. Arzul came to address the crew, and he was sure it was over for him.
"Most of you already know," he told them. "But I'll be leaving at the end of the week. It's been a good run, but I've found greener pastures up north. I'm sure you'll be in better paws with Thomas though. He's been here long enough that he knows what he's doing. Or at least he better."
As the workers laughed, Danny looked at Thomas, standing tall with his muscled arms crossed before his chest. He looked at Danny and smirked. Danny shied away.
Mr. Arzul transferred out and Thomas took his office right away. It was a big party zone for a while, most of the workers lounging around and trashing the place with soda cans and cum-stained magazines. But soon Thomas equipped his managerial pride like second-nature: he was the alpha wolf now.
"Boss wants to see you in his office," one of the workers told Danny one day.
Danny frowned and slinked toward Thomas's office. The wolf was leaning back in his chair, his big feet crossed over the corner of the wooden desk. He was looking at a pack of papers that he was holding in one paw.
"Sit down, Daniel. How's Sara?" he asked, peering over the papers.
"Fine."
"Pups aren't keepin' ‘er up all night, kickin' or anything, are they?"
"I don't...think so, no."
"Good. I know I've had some feisty litters in the past." Thomas moved his feet to the floor and sat straight, shuffling through the papers in his paws. "I just got word from corporate that we need to make some cuts. It looks like you were down at the bottom in productivity here."
"Don't do this to me," Danny said softly. His heart was rising in his chest.
"I'd rather not have to," Thomas said. "But I gotta do what the big beasts say."
"How can you do this? You know Sara's going to have...your children. Don't you want them to be taken care of?"
"Of course I do, and I'm sure you'll take care of ‘em just fine. Just..."
"Just what?"
"She'll need someone with enough time to look after the kids. You know, clean up, change diapers, keep ‘em quiet while we screw, that sorta thing."
"I..."
"But I'll still need your services during my day."
"What?"
"I'm a big wolf. I need to fuck. All day long behind this desk? I wouldn't mind a nice bunny face to fuck now and then. Or maybe we could loosen up that tight bunny butt of yours."
"Fuck you," Danny whimpered.
"Now, now," Thomas said, setting the papers aside and walking around to pet between Danny's ears. "I'll keep you on the payroll, but we'll just have to change your title."
"I'm not doing that." Danny was frozen under his new boss's paw. His voice was quivering whenever he spoke.
"Of course you can. It'll be good to save up, as many pups as I'll be giving your little lady. Gotta pay for all those diapers, right?"
Thomas pushed down more on Danny's head so he couldn't even turn it. He only heard the zipper go down beside him.
"There we go," Thomas cooed. Danny smelled the wolf's musk before Thomas pressed the fat sheath against the hare's cheek. "Give it a lick, bunny boy. Kiss it all over like your little bitch wife likes to do."
Danny clenched his jaws tight and gulped down a narrow throat. He looked over at the bulging sheath and hanging eggs, both packed with wolf seed. Thomas turned Danny's head and held it with both paws so he could smash his musky sheath against Danny's muzzle.
Thomas started humping against Danny's lips until his cock grew against them, parting them as he forced his cock in. Danny parted his jaws as he tried to back away, and Thomas stuffed his cock in the hare's muzzle.
"Suck on that," Thomas said, curling over Danny's head. "Gonna fuck your throat."
Danny gagged and struggled to breathe. His paws clutched at Thomas's legs and the wolf's cock just plunged in, forcing its way down Danny's throat. Danny could barely hear the wolf gruffing above him as he fucked his fat cock in and out. Tears streamed down Danny's puffed-out cheeks uncontrollably as his throat was stretched and used. His heart was pounding and he could barely feel Thomas's paws clutching the back of his head, locking him to his crotch. Finally, when Danny felt nearest to fainting, the wolf stopped, but only after shoving Danny's head into the fur of his crotch so that he couldn't breathe at all. Danny gripped Thomas's thighs for a few seconds but they grew too weak and he just sat there, helpless as the wolf flooded his belly with seed.
Once he could breathe again, Danny felt bloated. Traces of semen remained on his lips and chin, and he gently wiped it off with a trembling paw.
"That'll do just fine," Thomas said as he zipped up and walked back around to his seat. "I think we can find something for ya. Why don't ya come in tomorrow mornin' ‘round nine? You can keep your regular hours till the babies come. Then we'll need ya to spend more time at home."
Danny staggered out of the office, rubbing his aching jaw and throat. He left the factory right then without saying a word to anybody. He wasn't sure he'd be able to if he wanted to.
Over the following months, Danny spent his days at Thomas's disposal. He learned how to please the big wolf, knowing just how to lick and suck his meat. Thomas also loosened up his tight bunny butt and began taking Danny from behind whenever he felt the urge.
When Sara went into labor, Thomas was nowhere to be found. Danny helped with the delivery and held all eight pups in his arms. He surprised himself that he couldn't stop grinning at all their cute stunted ears and long muzzles. Even their tails were halfway between the length of a hare and a wolf. As days went by, and Danny stayed home with the litter, he couldn't resist falling into the habit of calling them his "little wabbits", not even noticing his own word usage.
Danny took to caring for the children of his wife and lover, and often stayed in the living room, playing with them as their real parents made love in the master bedroom. Many times the pups would look toward the noise of the bed banging against the wall, and Danny would have to hold them and pet their bellies and say, "It's OK. That's just Mommy and Daddy making more brothers and sisters for you to play with."
And then usually Danny would end up laying on the couch, surrounded by full and sleepy wolf-hare babies. And he'd drift away listening to the endless squeaking of the bed he and his wife Sara had once shared.
