All warning are in chapter 01! You must read it before reading this chapter!
CHAPTER 05: NOSTALGIC REUNION
During a quiet evening in Possibility, moans could be heard between the four stone walls of a modest house. In a corner of the only room of this place, two dragons are one on top of the other on their bed. In the heat of the moment, Qibli forcefully penetrated his spasm-filled member into Moonwatcher's lubricated vagina. Their boiling bodies rubbed against each other as their snout, only a few claws apart, were caressed by the quivering hot exhalations. Passionate, one of the SandWing's talons stroked his beloved's one, one of his claws rubbing the infertility ring (a gift given by Triton to allow them to spend steamy moments without consequence) that she wore on one of her claws.
It had been a long time since Qibli had penetrated passionately her when he felt spasms on the narrow walls of the NightWing's intimacy. After a long, shy squeal came out of his sweetheart's muzzle, a hot sticky liquid covered his brownish member. Stimulated by this exciting new sensation, the desert male continued his rapid backs and forth and an intense tickling sensation began to be felt. With each movement, his skin pearls lined up below his dragonhood itched a lot and liquid began to rise to the exit. He felt it and he knew it: he was so close to being on cloud nine.
However, no matter how long it took to penetrate her, he felt like he was stuck near the climax. It was probably because of a figure that he imagined in his head since the beginning of their hot session. With regrets, he began to run out of breath, the spasms were rare, his desire faded. Unsatisfied with this strange feeling of not breaking free, he stopped everything with a discouraged sigh. He immediately pulled his already soft penis out of the NightWing and gazed at Moon, ashamed to hastily end this pleasant moment. In fact, for several years he had felt like he was thinking of a single dragon.
Winter.
At first, since their graduation from Jade Mountain Academy, he was only enjoying the present moment with his beloved. He hadn't even given the IceWing anymore. He didn't even know how he was, how he felt at his new job. He didn't even know if he was in a relationship or even if he was still alive! The only thing he knew about him was that he worked with the Talons of Peace to study the Scavengers, his favourite animal. The only reason he knew this information was because the IceWing had told him before he left, making him promise that they will write to each other often. How stupid he is! If only he could keep his promises, like loving Moon and always being by her side.
In fact, he had liked the female for a while. He had spent so many moments with her that, even today, made him smile just thinking about them. However, there was one thing he couldn't deny: Winter was one of the SandWing's first crushes when he was in school. For so long he had only dreamed of being with him, of being close to his cold body. Then, one night, they had started spending sensual moments with each other. At first, it was to relieve themselves, but soon it had become an intimate moment between them each night. Qibli couldn't have asked for better than these scorching moments to be so close to the usually frigid IceWing, to feel its smooth scales on his own. He knew very well that these moments fueled his love for him, and he still hoped deep down that one day the ice male would feel those same emotions as him.
But there had never been a sign. Afraid to wait too long to be disappointed, he finally decided to turn to Moon, and that was how he was in a relationship with the one he appreciated the most. She was a very good lover, and he always enjoyed the time he spent with her. However, he couldn't help but secretly hope he was close to Winter when he saw him. Despite everything, he was happy in this couple and he would never want to give up his beloved for anything in the world.
Until the day when, one night, he had kissed the ice dragon for the first time. From that moment on, he knew that Winter loved him even though he was in a relationship with Moon. Qibli often thought that he made the wrong choice not to wait for him, maybe too often. He felt as if he had left another grain of error in the desert that was his life.
And Moon surely saw his despair, since she asked him dreamily, still out of breath by the erotic moment a little earlier,
"My scorpion, is everything fine?"
Obviously, Qibli was not going to admit to her that he was still thinking about the one who had stolen his heart. The last time he had subtly mentioned this secret, she seemed outraged and disturbed that he didn't love her as sincerely as she wanted. Wanting to cover up his worries, he tried to smile and looked away in embarrassment.
"Yes, everything is going well. I'm just thinking."
There had been a long silence between them before the NightWing sighed.
"Is it still about Winter?" she tried to understand calmly, a concerned expression on her face. "You're just thinking of him, right?"
"How many times do I have to tell you to stop reading my mind, Moon?" he was indignant, wanting to stay as calm as possible.
"It's not my fault, I can't help but do it when you always want to hide everything from me."
"I don't want to hide everything from you. It's just… I don't want to hurt you, you know?"
Ashamed, he nonchalantly walked to another corner of the room where a stone table was set. He sat on his hindquarters and rested his head between his two talons as he did every time he wanted to think. He let out a long, distressed sigh before feeling a wing settle around him. Slowly, he lifted his head to look at the one hugging him. Tears beaded at the edge of Moon's eyes, but her smile tried to be reassuring. Seeing her like that made Qibli want to cry too. He had never wanted to hurt her, but he was always the best to hurt her with his stupidities. However, he was surprised by what she said to him with her comforting voice,
"Don't worry about me: I have already mourned our relationship for a long time. I know you love him. Check him out, go see him, but stop feeling sorry for yourself and restricting yourself for once."
"But if he doesn't want to know anything about me? But what if he's already in a relationship right now? But what if he doesn't remember me?" he asked in a pained tone.
"There is no "but", Qibli. You can always try, right? You never know what the future may tell us. Without even seeing the future, I have the impression that everything is going to be fine, believe me."
After a moment of silence to calm his emotions, Qibli took a deep breath and he looked at Moon with a little more determined gaze. A smile began to form on his muzzle and he thanked her by hugging her with his wings,
"Thank you very much, my moon, I could never have dreamed better than you as a friend."
"There's no problem. Now, take an inkwell and a parchment. I'm going to get something from the merchant."
After these words, she greeted him, giving him a last kiss on the male's forehead before leaving the house. Finally, Qibli had a glimmer of hope for several moons. He couldn't help but smile stupidly as he took everything he needed to write his letter. Back at the table, he considered for a few moments how he should begin his letter. When he put his ink-covered claw on the parchment, he began to write his note, whistling a happy song at the same time. "I hope you will answer quickly, Winter. I can't wait to have some news!"
Several flight hours away from Possibility, an IceWing noted information by watching Scavengers live in a miniature city. He was surprised how much he had learned about this species today. These little beings will always fascinate him, even after several years of research.
"Winter! You have been over your shift for a long time. How many times do I have to tell you to let me know when you're done with your shift?" a voice behind him warned him.
Annoyed at being disturbed, the IceWing sighed before turning back to his interlocutor. The only dragon who could warn him for the thousandth time for this was his superior, Riptide. Although he seemed serious, a friendly tone came from his snout,
"Stop exaggerating, Riptide. I only went over my time by a few minutes. I have to watch these little animals after all."
With a worried expression, the SeaWing approached the ice male and he put a talon on his shoulder. At this contact, the IceWing turned and he could see his dark blue gaze filled with benevolence and concern. He already knew it: he would surely lecture him as he did every time he exceeded his working time.
"I understand that this Sanctuary project is so dear to you, but look at them: they can look after themselves for a while. You need to take some free time and rest too. If you don't sleep anymore, you'll just hurt yourself."
Although he would never admit it, Winter was truly happy to have such a caring and forgiving leader as Riptide. Still, these warnings were starting to annoy him. He had to be there at all costs for the Scavengers he had raised. Who knew if he wouldn't miss something extraordinary while he was resting. What if an evil dragon decided to destroy his project with a burst of flame? He would be the most disappointed dragons of Pyrrhia to see his creation reduced to ashes.
However, he knew that fighting back would only cause him problems. He must only concede with an irritated sigh,
"Okay, I get it. I'll go and rest then, but in return, don't bother me tomorrow."
"It's okay, I'll keep my promise."
For a moment, the two dragons were silent, gazing in admiration at the Scavengers' small village teeming with life. Then, the IceWing greeted his superior before flying in the direction of his home. "Hey! Before you leave, there's a letter for you at your house. I'm sure you'll be happy to read it," the sea male warned with a complicit wink before the IceWing took off. Winter was just spinning his brain all over the place to find the mysterious dragon who could send him a letter. It was rare for him to receive one, he found it strange to have one suddenly. He had already had some from his old friends Moon, Kikanjou and Turtle who gave him their news. Obviously, he did the same in return, happy to know that they were still thinking of him despite the bastard he had been before. He could note however that only one had never written to him: Qibli. He thought, to reassure himself, that it was to forget him and prevent their "relationship" to interfere with that of Moon. He understood this. He too would have done the same if he were in his place. It was probably for this reason that he did not write back to him, even if it hurt his heart.
At the same time, he too tried to forget him as much as possible, whether it was through his work or his various occupations. He was more than happy to work for the Talons of Peace since his graduation. He could finally live his passion and build with his own claws a civilization of Scavengers. At the same time as proving to others that this species was more fascinating than they thought, he could study them calmly in his corner. The members of this group were very sympathetic and they were very tolerant. Even Naufrage accepted his sexuality when he told him about it. It was surely thanks to this feeling of acceptance that he had opened up more to others, that he no longer wanted to appear too severe. His more relaxed demeanour had allowed him one night to have a date with one of the members he was working with indirectly, but he soon found out that they weren't made for each other. He didn't know why, but something was missing that only Qibli had.
Ashamed, the IceWing sighed. He would never be able to be in a relationship if he kept thinking about him all the time. However, he knew very well that no matter what he did, an image of Qibli would appear in his consciousness. Even when he was masturbating, he couldn't help but think of his moans and the hot scales on his own. Unfortunately, he was far from ready to forget him.
And it got worse when he saw that the letter he had received was from the SandWing. As he wanted to throw it away to avoid him, his body shook with excitement that the desert male had finally written to him after several years. He couldn't wait any longer! So, he opened the parchment with a delicate claw. Strangely, reading this letter created a roller coaster of emotion for him. He was relieved to see that he was okay, then he was frustrated that Qibli didn't give him some news, but he forgave him when the sand-coloured dragon promised to give him more news. Then he couldn't help but laugh when he reminded him of some hilarious times when they were together at school. When he read that Qibli missed him a lot and often thought about him, he blushed and a smile instinctively formed on his muzzle. Suddenly, a request at the end of the letter surprised him: the SandWing wanted to meet him soon to chat with him. He had even already found a meeting point. Winter just needed to confirm this date, but suddenly he hesitated, thoughtful. He had to work that day, and he certainly didn't want to lose sight of his project that was close to his heart.
Fortunately, he knew someone who could probably replace him for the day, and his boss wouldn't be against giving him a day off. Finally, Riptide was right: he deserved to have some free time for himself.
Finally arrived at his destination, Qibli lands near a lake. He was a good hundred wing beats from Possibility, but he certainly didn't expect it to be far away from his home. Fortunately, it was well located: around, there were mountain ranges, and he could even see the SkyWings village in the distance. The water in the lake was clear and the sound of the small waves hitting the land was relaxing. A cool wind brushed his sand-coloured scales as it cradled the grass on the horizon. The few trees in the area were home to songbirds. The whole was embellished by the sun which gave a golden light to this heavenly scene. The SandWing could only admire it silently: he will always like sunsets here.
Since the time he had discovered this place with Moon, he liked going here to relax and take this time to meditate in a landscape as magnificent as this one. He had always dreamed that he could be here with the IceWing, to silently gaze at this place at the same time they were close to each other. Finally, his dream was going to happen soon, and his body shook with excitement. He couldn't wait to hear some news from him and know what was going on in his life.
However, another part of him only feared the worst. Was he already in a relationship? What if distance had killed Winter's love for him? What if Winter didn't want to be with him because of Moon? What if Winter was no longer interested in him for some reason? What if Winter couldn't finally join him because he was too busy? What if he wasn't going to join him because he was afraid or because he didn't want to be ashamed?
All these questions gave him a big headache. He took a deep breath of fresh air to control his anxiety. The ice male was not the kind of dragon to betray Qibli by ego. Besides, the letter from the IceWing he had received the next day confirmed that he was looking forward to seeing him again. He was even surprised at how Winter was so… different. He seemed happier and less sulky than before. He really needed to know everything that had happened in the life of the pale blue male.
Suddenly, an idea crossed his mind: how was he going to react when his body will be close to his when he could feel the cold emanating from Winter's scales on his. What if they kissed? The desert male felt like he was getting hot just thinking about this. His cheeks were intensely red and something began to slowly solidify between his hind legs. He instinctively licked his lips when he thought of the massive, muscular body of the IceWing. It was from this moment that he realized he wanted so much to feel his body from head to tail, to be able to savour all the scales of his body. He wanted to get dizzy by his so discreet, but so manly scent. He wanted so much to feel his member in him like when they were in Jade Mountain Academy.
At this perverse idea, his brown virility began to come out of his slit, but he saw a figure in the sky at the same time. Damn! He must have to look as relaxed as possible. He wasn't going to rush their meeting. He had to be patient.
On the other talon, this certainly did not prevent him from licking his lips sensually: he was already quivering with pleasure when he thought of his plan.
The IceWing was surprised when he noticed that their meeting place was so close to Sanctuary. Thinking about it, he had never really had the opportunity to explore the surroundings because of his work. Perhaps was he devoting a little too much of his time to his passion? He hoped it was normal to be so obsessed with his passion that he didn't put his muzzle elsewhere.
He was happy, however, that his plan to have a day off worked. However, he had only thought about the SandWing all day and he couldn't help but get easily impatient. He was relieved to notice that it was finally time to see his old best friend again. Best friend? Could he say this? He couldn't help but feel awkward about the thought. He liked the desert male, but he already knew it: this relationship was impossible. He certainly shouldn't betray their relationship, even if he fantasized about it some nights. What if he kissed Qibli because of his stupid feelings? Would he manage to control them?
For a moment, he wanted to flee to avoid the worst, but he pulled himself together, shaking his head. He was certainly not going to give up as he had done with his title of prince. He finally had to face his feelings like a real mature dragon. This made him bite his lower lip in concern that he was going to have to confess his feelings to him at some point. How to do it then?
Fortunately, he was beginning to think about it that he saw a familiar figure near the lake where his meeting point was. Subconsciously, he smiled and his cheeks turned blue. He found him so beautiful under the warm rays of the sunset. Hold on! He had to pull himself together: above all, he shouldn't seem like he was still attracted to this male.
After recovering from his emotions, he lands in front of Qibli with uncontrollable grace. It wasn't long before the other dragon approached him with a radiant smile. How magnificent he was when he smiled! He exhaled deeply to chase the desire out of his head before greeting with a little too soft for his liking tone,
"Hi, Qibli! It's been a long time since we saw each other."
"It's sure! Probably because you were too focused with your Scavengers to tell me about you," the SandWing joked with a fake irritated face.
"And you, what's your reason?" he replied. "You must have liked Moon too much or the queen finally saw how insolent you were to get you in jail?"
The two males laughed heartily at this comedic line before looking at each other with a look of defiance. However, the IceWing couldn't help but plunge into the SandWing's golden eyes and get lost.
"Wouldn't it be rather you who would be insolent now?" the sand-coloured male noticed with his usual teasing expression.
"Always, especially with an annoying SandWing like you."
This was how their friendly discussion began. Filled with laugh and joy - but most of all nostalgia -, their conversation sailed through the thousand and one memories they had lived together in the Jade Mountain Academy, and Winter had even discussed what he was doing in his life, what was happening at his work. Qibli also shared snippets of his life with him which greatly intrigued the IceWing. The blue pale male took intense pleasure in listening to the other dragon's anecdotes. Sometimes he even stopped hearing them and just focused on the SandWing; his speckles, as well as the scratch that made him so unique, were still present on his muzzle; his gaze shone with immeasurable joy that made her miss a heartbeat; his agile, muscular body was bathed in the warm rays of the sun. Speaking of the sun, its scales lit up a golden colour. He found that this colour highlighted the stunning beauty of the desert male as if he was made to be illuminated by the sun.
He suddenly noticed that this place seemed so magical, so magnificent for a simple friendly meeting. He couldn't explain his reasoning, but with this calm lake and this dazzling view of the sunset, he felt like everything was so… romantic. However, he noticed something else: the more the conversation went on, the more they seemed so close to each other. Sometimes their wings brushed distractedly, their claws touched, their tails intertwined. Once, Qibli, to mock his "Scavengers' scent", approached him to smell his neck. During this unexpected moment of closeness, the IceWing cheeks became intensely blue, his body now stiff. He felt his heart pounding and his conscience scrambling as he felt the warmth of his scales against his. He even had the impression that the sand-coloured male had licked his neck, but then he thought it was a hallucination. Despite everything, he didn't want to do anything: he could only enjoy all these pleasant sensations that had finally awakened after so many years of hibernation.
Unfortunately, that moment was coming to an end quickly and the SandWing stared at him with an amused look, cheeks slightly red.
"I see there's someone who appreciated being smelled, right?" Qibli annoyed him.
"That's not true," the IceWing said harshly, his cheeks more than blue. "It's just that you were too hot for my body."
"I know! You don't need to tell me I'm hot, igloo face," he replied with a seductive wink, causing the IceWing to sigh sharply in embarrassment. "On the other talon, I'm really curious about something: are you in a relationship now?" he continued with a timider voice.
Faced with this question, Winter could only express embarrassment. He didn't know how to explain his love situation to him. Should he tell him that he loved him even if the SandWing was in a relationship with Moon? No, he didn't feel ready to admit it immediately: he needed a better opportunity. However, this was not going to prevent him from telling him about his experience in Sanctuary, trying to be as relaxed as possible,
"Well, this is not the case currently, but I have already tried to be in a relationship with an IceWing who was working with me. We had a date and got to know each other better in a restaurant and… in bed. The only problem was, he didn't seem too much of the type of dragon I was looking for. Let's say he was missing something."
Suddenly, the SandWing's expression faded and his gaze become pained. Winter wondered why he reacted that way, but he didn't have time to worry about it when a question came out of the sand-coloured male's snout,
"And what is this thing he was missing?"
For a moment, the IceWing doubted his own answer. He didn't even know it himself. There was one thing that could guide him for this criterion: there was only one dragon in all Pyrrhia that matched it. He found that he had started down the slippery slope with this subject, and he certainly didn't want to go any further. It was for this reason that he ignored the question and decided to ask him instead,
"And you, what happens with Moon? Are you happy to be together at least?"
Another question he should never have asked according to the reaction of the other male. Despite the dazzling light, his golden gaze darkened and looked at the grass. During this moment, Winter felt stupid for being too curious. He should have changed the subject before ruining this pleasant evening. He couldn't wonder why he was acting this way though. Maybe the SandWing had argued with his sweetheart and wanted to see the Ice male again to be with someone else. Did he need him to find a solution or some comfort? While he opened his muzzle to comfort him, Qibli explained to him, his gaze lost towards the horizon,
"Let's say it's very complicated …"
The sentence was left hanging like a leaf twirling in the wind. Winter would have liked to know more details about this love problem. Maybe with more information, he could come up with an idea. Strangely, he felt relieved: perhaps he had a chance to win back the heart of the one he was secretly in love with. He shook his head to remove the odious idea. No! He certainly didn't want to steal him from Moon just for selfish reasons. He could never afford it, even though a part of him secretly hoped that Qibli would cheat on her. How awful he felt!
Despite the situation, a smile is reborn on the lips of the sand-coloured dragon. He turned his head in the direction of the pale blue male and he started to approach him. Winter noticed his smile widen as he approached him. As he walked, the SandWing sensually moved his behind. Worse, his gaze saddened a moment earlier was now filled with a perverse desire. Astonished at this sudden change in reaction, the IceWing arched its browbone as it took a step back. However, what came out of Qibli's snout made his confusion worse,
"You know what I miss the most about Jade Mountain School? Our little evenings together. Even when I was with Moon, I only thought of your well-groomed body, your way of dominating me, your hot gaze and… your so delicious cock."
By that bewitching tone, the IceWing could now understand the idea behind the other male's head. Had they met so they could feel each other's warmth finally? Was Qibli's intention from the very beginning? He didn't want to ruin Qibli and Moon's relationship they had been building for a long time. Still, these ideas of being close to him, of feeling his hot scales on his, and reliving those scorching experiences with him tempted him at the highest point. It was probably for this reason that instead of fleeing, he froze in place, his cheeks blue.
While standing in front of a lewd SandWing, he found himself a few moments later lying on his back, below the other male. Part of him forced him to take control of the situation to avoid being submissive, but his consciousness clouded and he let himself be carried away by this moment of closeness. He could feel his heart pounding as he felt the smooth, boiling scales rub against his. He felt like he had butterflies in his stomach when he realized he was now so close to him, within reach to stroke his snout against his. His gaze plunged into the SandWing's. His golden eyes shone brightly in this warm and light atmosphere. Instinctively, one of its pale blue paws tenderly stroked the scar on the sand-coloured dragon's muzzle. In the eyes of many, it was an imperfection on his attractive body, but for him, it was the detail that made him so perfect.
This uncontrolled contact made the two males blush, but they remained in this position for a long time. They enjoyed the particularly pleasant sensations of their scales on their body, the gentle wind that caressed their body, the grass that moved gently. Their breathing became loud but strangely slower. In this warm cocoon, the time had stood still, and only the other male was all that mattered.
Slowly, the SandWing head leaned into Winter's ear and he whispered in a scorching voice,
"I want to relive those moments now. I want to taste every part of your body as we did before. I want you to be mine for tonight. Please accept this request and let's have the best evening together for so many moons."
This request surprised the IceWing. He would never think that he too would think of those times until today. This observation was surprisingly reassuring for him. The only problem was Moon. How would she react if she knew that Qibli had cheated on her with him? Would she be mad at both of them? Was he going to destroy all of their dating plans just because of this moment?
However, the contact of their bodies and the warmth that caressed his icy scales gradually began to make him lose his mind. Gradually, an uncontrollable urge to go further clouded his consciousness. He could even feel a warmth emanating from his crotch. His body shook with anticipated excitement. He couldn't stop all these symptoms. He wanted to relive that moment, he wanted Qibli.
As if he had read his mind, the SandWing smirked, accepting that reaction as an answer. "This is what I wanted to see," the male exclaimed voluptuously, whispering in his ear. Quietly, his head tilted towards his sensitive neck. Just the warm exhalations brushing against this erogenous zone gave the vulnerable IceWing goosebumps. Pleased by this effect, the other dragon smiles perversely before cuddling its muzzle against the whitish neck. Suddenly a rough, slobbery tongue landed and began to stroke the ticklish part. At first, the ice male resisted the erotic tickling as much as possible, but it wasn't long before he began to moan softly. He couldn't think anymore. The consequences didn't matter much to him: he only wanted to live in the present, to be close to the SandWing that he had always fallen in love with.
Instinctively, he took the head of the SandWing and kept it in place, wanting to experience those tickles to the fullest. With a passionate growl, the other male accepted and he continued this tongue game on the erogenous zone. The ice dragon had even squealed once when he felt teeth nibble his neck. Yet he found these sensations more than pleasing. He could even feel something between his hind legs quickly harden and come out of him with several spasms. When was it his surprise when he felt at the same time a hot member settle on his cock. He quietly moved his pelvis back and forth without thinking. The two dragons nevertheless appreciated this instinctive gesture by uttering grunts in chorus. With each movement, Winter felt a pleasant tickle that made his excited virility throb in spasms. Overwhelmed by all these pleasant sensations, he could only breathe harder and faster to release the excitement contained in him. He no longer hesitated to caress the muscular body of the SandWing and to moan tenderly by this moment of proximity he missed so much.
Brutally, the other male stopped everything, his body still close to the panting IceWing. He wasn't sure if he should be frustrated or touched when he saw the SandWing laugh affectionately. "I see the IceWing at your job has tamed you well," he commented with a wink, his voice between teasing and sensuality. "I see that my dream of dominating you is finally going to come true."
At this, Winter sighed sharply, his cheeks all blue. He sulked at the other male for telling him such stupid things even if, though he could never admit that, it was partly true.
However, it wasn't long before he changed his attitude when the SandWing ducked down so that his head was close to the ice dragon's blue cock. Delicately, his dark tongue slammed into the rounded base and he slid it a little higher before starting that slobbery movement again. With each lick, the IceWing's body shivered with intense pleasure. His breaths hitched as his growls of pleasure multiplied. In these overly enjoyable sensations, his consciousness blurred: he was in an incredible ecstasy which he could not explain to himself. After so many years of dreaming of reliving such a sensual moment like this, he could only be pleased to have the best reward for waiting.
But his pleasure didn't stop here, and far from there. After a good erotic massage of the base of spasmodic sex, Qibli climbed a little higher. He did not hesitate, however, to continue to lick all the length with passion during his ascent, especially these plates that ran along his member. Then, Winter let out a long, satisfied sigh as the other dragon began to lick his rounded tip. A tickling sensation gripped the IceWing with each lick. Still, it was a sensation he enjoyed, and his virility, dripping some precum, thought the same.
Carried away by this loving sensation, one of its talons firmly held the SandWing head and he forced him to go a little further. The other male looked at him with a passionate look and a perverse smile appeared at this gesture. With a warm growl, he silently accepted his request and began slowly this oral session by thrusting the sensitive tip into his muzzle. With a long sigh of relief, the ice dragon enjoyed the warm, slobbering sensation around the tip of his long, solid member, his eyes closed, his breaths trembling. Then, little by little, Qibli started to push the member in his muzzle, leaving the job of cleaning it to his forked tongue. The bluish cock was quickly covered in his warm saliva and its spasms increased from the rough texture of his tongue. In his paradise, the IceWing growled with pleasure as he squirmed in place. The more this tickling sensation grew, the more he had an intense urge to release the pressure in the seductive mouth of the SandWing. Despite everything, he especially did not want to end the session so quickly.
It was more difficult, however, when the sand-coloured dragon started going up and down its head in a steady motion. At the sensation of the reliefs inside his mouth which stroked his dragonhood in length, the IceWing could not help but moan loudly. He could even feel his cock rubbing against the rough palate, giving him a more than arousing tickle. The best, according to him, was the expression of the SandWing at this moment: illuminated by the golden sunset, he fixed his eyes half-closed at his goal with an indefinable tenderness, passionate about his task. Winter will never tire of seeing the other dragon this way, dedicated to making him happy.
At the same time, he had an idea he would like to realize. Normally he would never have wanted to experience a situation like this, but the number of times he thought about it shamefully in his cave during his masturbating sessions, he was tempted to take this opportunity to try it. In a shy tone between moans, he asked not without intensely blushing,
"Q-Qibli…" Interested, the SandWing temporarily stopped his job to look at him with a seductive gaze. "Penetrate me."
"Hold on! Winter who wants to be a bottom? I think I'm dreaming," the other male teased with an expressive smile, surprised by the request.
"Sh-shut up and do it…"
It wasn't long before the desert male accepted with a triumphant smile, probably happy to finally be able to dominate the IceWing. Winter, however, already regretted having offered him such an absurdity: he was sure that he would then bring it back too often to his liking. He was, however, pleasantly surprised when he saw the head of a hungry Qibli lean a little lower this time and felt something sticky caressing the entrance to his hole. With a satisfied squeak, he let himself be carried away by these more than pleasant tickles. He never thought he would enjoy so much having this place licked. Still, with one of his hind legs, he held Qibli's head, forcing him to continue this exciting task. The other male accepted this request with a sensual growl before continuing this satisfying job.
For a long moment, Ice Wing couldn't help but stroke his cock in an up and down motion. With each rough lick on this erogenous zone, enjoyable tickles rose to his head. He could even feel the cool air caress that wet area and mix with the jerky exhalations of the SandWing. In ecstasy by these millions of extraordinary sensations, the ice male felt spasms multiply in his so rigid member. A little later, a liquid began to flow more and more outward and his body shook with uncontrollable excitement. He flew quickly to cloud nine in a long growl of pleasure. A long stream of cum flew up to his neck before several more landed on his stomach. Numb by the excess pleasure, the hind leg that held the SandWing's head released it. Finally free, the sand-coloured dragon took a long breath of fresh air before admiring the other male with an erotic air. Slowly, he stepped forward to stand on top of the ice male, his solid member close to the whitish butt.
"Now, it's my turn to have some fun," the SandWing announced sensually.
After evacuating all the pressure, Winter's consciousness had finally returned. He understood after a few seconds the meaning of this sentence. Lucid, he thought of Moon: he couldn't help but feel bad about having stolen his lover. Suddenly a question popped up in his head: did she know everything that was going on? Worried about causing too much trouble in their relationship, he asked, his cheeks blue,
"And Moon? Does she know about… what's going on right now?"
"Moon? Our relationship had been over since a few days," the SandWing admitted with an uneasy look. "For a long time, I fell in love with a dragon while I was with her," he recounted, melancholy and ashamed at the same time. "I wanted to hide it from her to avoid her being angry, but she had to find out my secret sooner or later. Basically… that's why."
So they weren't together anymore? Winter finally understood the reason why the SandWing didn't want to tell him about it earlier. He was saddened that Qibli lost his sweetheart, but his heart, bastard as it was, rejoiced at having a chance to be with the one he secretly loved. After ignoring this ridiculous hope, he could only wonder who the other male was indeed in love with.
"I'm sorry for what's going on with your relationship, Qibli. But I want to know: who are you in love with?"
"According to you, my igloo face?" the other male said awkwardly, his cheeks completely red.
Instantly, Winter instinctively understood who he was talking about. Startled, his eyes widened as his cheeks become darker. His heart raced and his body shook with a joy it almost couldn't contain. Delicately, one of his claws caressed the other dragon's boiling cheek as he looked at him with a gentle gaze. Passionate, the two males admired each other as their bodies approached.
Winter let out an astonished squeal when he felt something warm caress his butthole. The rounded tip of the glans began to rub the sensitive edge of his intimacy, which created a pleasant tickle for the excited IceWing. Considering the pleasure the ice male was having, it wasn't long before Qibli took the next step and inserted his member lengthwise between Winter's butt. Then he quietly moved his hips back and forth. The sensation below the tail was unique but much more to the IceWing who began to feel his member harden again. He especially liked the pearls of skin, aligned below the dragonhood of the SandWing, which caressed his anus with each movement. He could also notice that Qibli like it too with his grimace of pleasure on his snout, his eyes closed to enjoy all these sensations further.
This fantastic moment lasted a long time. In a captivating slowness, the friction between the IceWing's asses was passionately powerful, the spasms multiplied in their member as their breathing hitched with unimaginable pleasure. During this moment of closeness, the caresses on their bodies multiplied, whether it was a paw that accidentally touched the other or a perverse claw that caressed the vulnerable lower body of the IceWing. Any hit was allowed as long as their body was near.
Even the one that made Winter wince in pain. A painful growl came out of his muzzle as something started to enter into him. Fortunately, the thing stayed in place. After recovering from the sudden pain, he looked at the SandWing and noticed with blue cheeks as the Qibli began to gently penetrate him. The feeling was very unpleasant and he really wanted to finish it quickly. However, he remembered that it was himself who wanted to feel the hard member in his rectum. With an annoyed smirk, he bitterly regretted his decision.
To console him, the sand-coloured male cocked his head close to the IceWing's ear. "Relax, my igloo face. I know it's your first time," the desert dragon whispered to him in a heartwarming tone. "I'll take it easy, I promise."
After these words, he lowered his muzzle to the pale blue neck slightly covered with semen. Erotically, his warm, slobbering tongue caressed his cold scales, tasting at the same time the trickle of whitish liquid on its way. "Delicious," he commented sensually, licking his lips before continuing to lick his neck. Through all of these wet, tickling sensations, the IceWing's muscles began to relax as his privacy began to dilate slightly. However, it wasn't long before the SandWing seized the opportunity to get his dragonhood a little deeper into the ice male. Again, a sharp, unpleasant pain stiffened Winter. His breath blew away and an unpleasant shiver covered his entire body. A little bit later, his body relaxed because of the tongue that stroked this erogenous zone and the pain returned once more.
This was like that for several trials. Little by little, the massive SandWing cock entered the asshole of the other dragon. Despite everything, Winter had an immense desire to cry so much the pain became more and more unbearable. Still, he was well lubricated, right? It took a long time before Qibli managed to fit his entire cock into the IceWing. He thought this had gone on forever. He sighed in relief when he heard the desert male whisper to him that it was all in him. Then he tried to breathe quietly to ease the pain, which half worked. Even though the unpleasant feeling was still there, he began to get used to the large member inside him. That was how he nodded at the desert male: he was ready to experience it.
Slowly, the SandWing moved his pelvis in a steady motion. Quickly, the same unpleasant sensation built up, which made Winter clench his teeth, a tear in his eye. Fortunately, precum came out of the sand dragon's cock to further lubricate the interior. It was surely for this reason that Qibli's brownish member could more easily penetrate this very tight space. Plus, although an annoying shiver continued to cover his body from head to tail, he felt something pleasant tickle him. Then, with a little difficulty, he managed to get used to these rather pleasant backs and forth. However, what turned him on more was the contented face of the SandWing: he had his eyes closed, his cheeks were so red and his muzzle was open to let out his forked tongue as well as his jerky exhalations.
After several hip movements, the ice dragon began to feel something pleasant about it: a tickle he had never experienced before surfaced. At the same time, he wanted to scream with pleasure so much this feeling made him feel so good, but he must bite his lip furiously to not do it. These tingling intensified over time, and Winter was gradually plunged into a passionate trance. Living that moment only for that incredible feeling, he wanted more, grumbling voluptuously to encourage the SandWing to go faster. He couldn't help but feel ashamed to appreciate being so dominated.
Qibli, happy to see that his partner was enjoying the experience, smirked perversely before picking up the pace. In this intense penetration, he could feel the crown of skin pearls around the SandWing's tip roughly rub the tight, lukewarm walls of his rectum at the same time the skin pearls column below his member tickled him. These chills were heightened by the speed, which delighted the IceWing who unconsciously cried out in desire. Seized in spasms through the body, he firmly gripped the body of the SandWing, his talons clinging to his warm body. The desert male also began to feel intense sensations as he began to moan. So, he increased the vigour of the movements. During this scorching moment, they couldn't help but approach each other, their tails lovingly intertwined, their wings caressing each other, their bodies very close, their snouts sticking to each other. Their passionate moans surrounded the calm nature. They did not see the time pass as the sun had gone already down and a moon timidly began to rise. Since that time, the wind, the grass, the trees, the lake, the sunset, nothing existed. Only the other dragon was what mattered most in this sensual bubble.
Then, after a long moment filled with desire and erotic love, the SandWing let out a long moan before releasing the pressure in Winter. The IceWing couldn't help but appreciate this cry filled with deliverance and passion. If it was just him, he could listen to that sound for the rest of his life. However, the sensation of boiling cum flowing in him brought him back to reality, enjoying the comfortable feeling of the hot liquid flowing through his asshole. Slowly, the panting desert male got his dragonhood out of his intimacy, leaving a slurry of cum at the entrance of the enlarged asshole. Suddenly, at this moment, everything became calm. The two dragons, still in the same position, admired each other silently, their mouths open for fresh air. Winter couldn't hide it anymore: he found the SandWing so cute that he only wanted to feel his tongue on his. He couldn't help but laugh a little when he saw how lucky he was.
"I… I can't believe it…" the IceWing started between two breaths.
"To believe what?" Qibli asked dreamily, surely realizing everything that had just happened.
"To believe that I have loved a male for so long and that he loves me back."
On this observation, the SandWing could not help but display a so cute sincere smile. Blushing, the two shy dragons enjoyed this moment of intimacy between them. Just for that simple emotional moment, Winter realized how badly he needed Qibli, how great he felt when he was by his side. He could have been an IceWings prince and the most miserable dragon in the world. He could have been a simple member of the Talons of Peace who had a passion for Scavengers. He could have been a saviour of Pyrrhia, but he would never feel so good and free as he does now with the one he loved.
Since this moment, he had chosen his destiny: to be with Qibli, no matter what the cost.
"We have to believe that we were always made for each other, no matter what happened between us, right?" Qibli asked with a tone filled with passion.
"Indeed, you have always been my destiny," Winter continued before approaching his muzzle to the SandWing's and kissing him passionately.