Nocturne, Part One
"Something tells me you don't know what you're doing."
Daumon sighed as his mate casually watched him from his seat on the counter, playfully kicking his legs and humming to himself as the red dragon mixed herbs in a bowl.
"I know what I'm doing, Virith, but your distractions aren't helping at this moment."
Virith snickered, the grey dragon cocking his head to the side. "You've never made this advanced of a potion before," he quickly pointed out, "last time you tried you nearly burned the tower down." He hoped off the counter and rubbed against his mate, bare scales brushing against the soft cotton robe Daumon dressed in. He only wore a pair of blue silk panties, which Daumon had no clue where he got but it only amplified his distractive presence.
But this time it was Daumon who laughed. Virith was quick to forget that if he hadn't been dancing about his laboratory, that entire accident could have been avoided. Shoving the worrisome thoughts of another incident aside he quickly scanned over his ingredients. Black cohosh, chamomile, red clover, damiana, vervain, elecampane and a few others he'd collected. Everything was there.
"I see flowers, seeds and other ground up plants," Virith continued commenting as he examined the contents of Daumon's workspace. "Either you're making some strange soup or you've finally lost your mind and decided to dig up half of the forest. And let me be clear, if this ends in another giant fireball, I will personally make you dance naked in front of the entire village of Emisear!"
Daumon burst out laughing at the mere thought. Virith couldn't even find Emisear without Daumon's help, let alone force someone to do what he wanted.
His mate, like many others much to Daumon's chagrin, didn't understand the red dragon's trade, that potion-making was a very delicate craft, not something that could be defined as simply as soup. He had tried to explain this to his lover in the past, that certain ingredients reacted in different ways when mixed together and infused with magic, but to no avail, Virith was content to live in his ignorance.
"These are our primary source of income," Daumon pointed out, "if I recall, it's my 'strange soup' that has kept you fed the past few years."
"I could find work if I needed to," Virith huffed defensively, stamping his foot in protest.
"By lifting that cute tail of yours?"
Virith hissed at that and jabbed Daumon in the side. While Daumon loved his mate, there was little Virith knew how to do besides please whoever shared his bed.
"Whatever the case, I maintain the argument that you have no idea what you're doing."
A grim chuckle escaped Daumon's throat. In truth, this was the first time Daumon had attempted to create potions of this strength. His usual clients consisted of distraught farmers looking to quickly heal their sick livestock. So when someone came to him requesting a love elixir, he had to do a bit of studying. Though if he succeeded, he knew the pay would be worth it.
He scooped up his ingredients and pushed past Virith to throw them in a small, iron cauldron he had filled with boiling water. The mixed ingredients sizzled and diffused in the scalding liquid, turning it a disgusting yellow. Pleased with his success so far, Daumon summoned his magic and directed it into the bubbling pot through an outstretched hand. Perhaps this would not go awry as Virith predicted.
A venomous green mist roiled off the top as the potion churned and changed within the cauldron going from a sickly yellow to a rich forest green. All the while Virith watched from a distance, most likely not wanting to be the cause for any accident.
A smile split across Daumon's face as he pulled back his hand and examined his handiwork. A glowing, green liquid now resided in the pot. He had succeeded.
Virith stepped up to the pot as well. "We're going to need to work on your cooking skills, my love, because that is the most unappetizing soup I've ever seen."
Daumon chuckled as he moved the cauldron off of the coals then wrapped his arm around Virith's waist, giving his ass a little pinch. Virith growled playfully and nuzzled his neck, rubbing his head against Daumon's chin.
"Well someone wants attention," Daumon hissed wickedly and let his hand stray from Virith's ass to the bulge forming in his panties, giving Virith's growing cock a slight squeeze.
The smaller drake moaned and fell limp in Daumon's arms, eyes closed in blissful wonderment as Daumon's hand slipped down his panties to caress his wet slit and the fleshy member that grew from it.
"Why don't we go downstairs and get nice and comfortable?" Daumon whispered as his finger applied pressure to Virith's tapered head.
Virith only moaned in response as Daumon swept him off his feet and carried him out of the laboratory. There bedroom was two stories down, a distance that both dragons considered was safely away from Daumon's experimentations.
The entire tower was furnished much the same way, except for their bedroom. Which Virith had added a bit more of a welcoming furnish. Tall, oaken bookshelves dominated one wall, holding Virith's entire collection of novels and journals. A carved oak table sat in the center of the room with four chairs of similar design. Their bed was pushed against the wall opposite the bookshelves, covered in blankets and pillows Virith had either bought or wheedled from various merchants and bordered by two nightstands.
Virith playfully kicked at Daumon, pressing his foot against Daumon's nose only to pull back in surprise when Daumon licked it.
"Don't do that!" Virith complained and rolled away from his mate.
The red dragon just smiled wider and leapt onto the bed, pouncing on his mate and pinning him beneath his weight.
"But I like your feet," Daumon drawled, "they're just as cute as that little ass of yours."
"Well unlike my ass, I don't like people playing with my feet."
Daumon pouted a bit more before climbing off the bed and undressing, dropping his robes at his feet before climbing back onto his awaiting lover. The pink flesh of his cock emerging from its sanctuary between his legs.
Virith shuddered underneath him as Daumon's hands caressed the member trapped beneath the blue silk. Several moans escaped the grey dragons maw as his precum soaked his scanty garments, leaving them translucent enough to see the black flesh of Virith's cock beneath.
Holding his breath, Daumon slid down Virith until his nose was pressed up against his soaked garment. He sharply inhaled, letting the sweet scent of Virith's arousal permeate through his nostrils. Virith began to squirm as Daumon began to pull down the wet garment separating him from his prize and unveil Virith's black, tapered cock. It was significantly smaller than Daumon's, but that wasn't what Daumon cared about.
Relishing the moment, he cast the panties onto the floor by his robes and pressed his nose into the base of Virith's shaft, partaking of his mates aroma, letting it fuel his lust. His tongue slid out of his maw and slicked Virith's length, catching the precum that dripped from his tip before rushing back down to sink into his slit.
Warmth enveloped his tongue as he pierced Virith's slit, encouraging him to stay there for a moment or two before running it back up Virith's entire member, more precum oozing onto his tongue as he lapped at Virith's rigid head. He continued this a few more times before pulling away as Virith began to tense. Daumon grinned as Virith moaned for him to continue, but the red dragon had more plans before he let his lover cum just yet.
He returned his snout to Virith's crotch, nuzzling the base a few more times before moving on to his rump, letting his hands slide down the hard muscles of Virith's legs before settling on the area of interest. Lust burning in his mind he gripped Virith's ass in both hands, spreading his cheeks apart and ramming his nose up to his lovers hole. Daumon's nostrils flared as the sweet burning sensation overpowered all other scents, eagerly he slipped his tongue inside and let his tongue slide into his rim and back out again, savoring the flavor that collected on his tongue as well as the sounds leaking from Virith's maw.
Chuckling in delight, Daumon withdrew and crawled up to lick Virith's nose, letting his own raging erection press against the greys pucker and leak its precum into his whole.
"Are you ready?" Daumon asked slowly, his hands going back down to tightly grip Virith's thighs.
The younger dragon too a deep breath and gently gripped Daumon's shoulders before nodding his approval. Daumon didn't need any sign after that. He thrust hard into Virith's tight ass, growling as his hips slammed into Virith's cheeks before pulling out to the tip and slamming into him again, biting back a roar as lust overtook his senses.
Virith moaned as Daumon slammed into the slate-grey scales of his ass, being none too gentle with his smaller lover. Thrusting deep into his mate, throbbing within his tight depths, before pulling out and repeating the process again and again. The fiery lust raging through his body and dictating his every action, unwilling to release him as Virith's fleshy depths clenched around his throbbing cock.
The tension within his loins only increased, taking his senses higher than any other thrill Daumon had ever experienced, pleasure surging through his member as he approached his climax. He roared as he moved a hand from Virith's hip to his mates heated member, rubbing it's shaft in his palm as his thrusts accelerated.
Fire burned through his veins as he gave one final thrust, sinking as deep into Virith's ass as it would allow and giving off a second, deeper roar as their cocks erupted in near unison, coating Virith's passage, chest and neck in hot, fertile seed.
Daumon remained still for the next few moments, panting as his roaring lust died down.
Virith broke the silence. "You just always have to leave me a mess, don't you?" He playfully accused before licking Daumon's jaw. "Now I'm going to have to wash these sheets again."
Daumon just snorted, pulled out of Virith and began cleaning his mate, tongue rolling along Virith's neck and belly, collecting the grey dragon's warm nectar in his mouth. Once he was satisfied, he swallowed the load and spread his legs, looking at Virith expectantly.
The grey dragon sighed and crawled over to Daumon. "I suppose it's only right to return the favor," Virith muttered.
He gripped the base of Daumon's cock and squeezed, forcing out any remaining cum before cleaning off his mates retreating member, giving it a little kiss before it slid back into its hiding place.
Daumon chuckled. As much as Virith hated doing anything besides being fucked under the tail, the red dragon wouldn't prefer it any other way. He pushed Virith onto his back and curled up next to his mate, licking him on the nose as he lay next to him. Within moments, the grey dragon was asleep, and Daumon was left to enjoy the warmth shared by his mate.