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Story description: Vrelgor returns ot the slave master's gardens where he takes upon the sands of the arena once more to meet an exotic creature that might just cause him to spill his seed prematurely.

** ***Dragon's Path 21: The Serpent's Embrace*****

The first few days passed like a breeze. Vrelgor had less worries than ever. With a roof over his head, free meals, and servants to attend his every need, he was as much of a lord as Akerion. The luxury of roaming around the gardens also proved to be a wonderful distraction from his last encounter with Dahrzin. He didn't want to think about the kobold now. Soured the mood too much.

It was at the dawn of the fourth day when Vrelgor woke up with his sticky head poking out in the open. He gazed upon his slit to find it soaked in pre-seed. The smells immediately turned his thoughts to mating, and from there onwards everything went downhill. There was not a single moment of peace he could get from the pressing need dwelling beneath his tail. The sauces in his meats tasted like seed, the earthy fragrance of vegetation reminded him of Rusturak's territory and the moments they spent together, and licking himself was clearly not an option with two eagle-eyed attendants watching his every move.

Vrelgor trembled at night. He couldn't really sleep when every muscle in his body felt tense. Whenever he relaxed, his thrumming heartbeat woke his member to life, and the throbbing-with-need cycle repeated over and over again, until one-night fortune finally turned in the dragon's favor.

The eastern guest had finally arrived.

Vrelgor had to wait until midday to take upon the sands. He walked towards the arena with his tip poking out and his blood hot with desire. Nobody paid much attention to what lay between his legs. Nobody else but him, as each ramming thump of his heart stirred the sensitive muscles kneading around the protrusion. That was his only concern. Not the crowd, not Akerion's upcoming announcements, not even the sand below his paws was important. Vrelgor waited like a boulder, stoic and unmoving until the opposite gates finally parted.

From the darkened hole walked two vastly distinctive beings. The first was a lizard-man covered in sandy scales which made him painfully difficult to spot amidst the pale sands, and his companion was quite a magnificent serpent-dragon. Black scales reflected the sunlight off the creature's sleek body. Its cerulean eyes looked around the crowd, tufted tail flicking behind as the pair advanced towards the center. It was curious, how a scale-bearing creature had such an exquisite mane rolling along its spine. Between the two ivory horns ran a lush, cobalt mane that gave the creature its exotic looks. Not that it really needed that. Its sinuous body and elegant steps already told everything that needed to be said about it.

Akerion made one last announcement, then retreated back along with the host of guards, leaving Vrelgor alone against the curious stares of his opponents. The lizard-man measured him up, while his companion relied on smells to get everything he wanted. Vrelgor too could tell a few things of his own. First, both of them were male. And secondly...none of them was as aroused as he was. The curtain of lust must have been easily detected by the serpent, whose nostrils sucked in the air quite eagerly.

"Karrr, ripe. Fertile. Take him," the lizard-man rasped.

The serpent-dragon was upon Vrelgor faster than he could twitch. He rubbed around him, mass of caressing scales and quick, excited nuzzles. He was frighteningly quick on his feet, and his malleable body allowed his tail to wrap around the blue dragon's midsection almost to two complete loops. Vrelgor tried to move, but found that to be nigh impossible. He was a prisoner to this licky serpent who made it his goal to taste every scale on his body. His forked tongue was everywhere: sliding between the eyes, along the lips, even reaching as low as the claws. It was annoying at first. Then, it became plain enticing. With warm pressure thrumming so close to his rift and a slobbery tongue dashing all over his head, Vrelgor found himself rumbling to the attention he got.

"Rrrfff, Jafar likes you," the lizard-man dragged his heavy tail along the sand until he disappeared from Vrelgor's field of view. "Took dragons before. Both of us did. But you..." scales rubbed against scales as the devious creature climbed along Vrelgor's tense flank. "You are almost ready to spill your seed."

"I...I want that," Vrelgor said, dashing a few licks under the black serpent's chin while he had the chance.

"Take, or be taken?"

"Taken! Taken!" the blue dragon begged against his better judgment.

"Off."

The onslaught of licks stopped. The lizard-man walked over the stumbling, now-freed blue dragon, readying a weird looking pouch.

"Just water," he poured some on the blue's snout for effect. The dragon tried to lick it, then the sandy lizard drew back, exposing the tips of his snowy teeth. "Not for drink, no. Will cleanse."

"Cleanse what?"

Vrelgor got his answer shortly, when his tailhole clammed up to protect his sensitive passage against the lizard's moist hand.

"Water too cold? Prefer tongue, maybe?"

Vrelgor raised his tail further. A tongue would have been most welcome inside his needy passage. Instead, he got a pair of fingers that spread his entrance apart.

"Ease up. Jafar licks prey. Female. Tail hole not clean until I make it clean."

Vrelgor relaxed as much as he could. Fine. Let the lizard squirt his water inside him. Yet that was not his only plan. After the cleaning came the oiling. From another flask came a slippery substance that made the lizardman's hand reflect the light with a painful glare. Like last time, Vrelgor did nothing to stop him. He allowed his outer entrance to be oiled and caressed. It felt rather good after he got accustomed to it...

But nowhere as intense as it felt when another hand pressed against the walls of his slit. His head pushed through the slimy entrance, heading exactly into the lizard's clenching grip.

"Graaaarrrr!" Vrelgor throbbed with reckless need. He thought he was going to spill himself there and then.

However, the lizard-man was more interested in his slit than his cock. He released the dragon's member so he could touch around his slit, oiling it while his serpent partner watched the growing member with keen interest. They both waited for something.

"Ready to be taken," the lizard-man retreated a few steps back.

Vrelgor had a vague idea what that meant, only he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. The serpent embraced him just like the last time, with a deliciously obvious difference: this time, he was playing by different rules. His hardened member almost made Vrelgor growl out with lust. Oh, it had been so long since he received a male inside him. The serpent kept licking the back of his neck while his hindquarters thrust under the dragon's tail, poking the pink protrusion around while the blue's tailhole clenched in anticipation. Close. So close.

Then, it happened. A hot, deliciously hard rod rushed into the embrace of Vrelgor's tail muscles. Both dragons growled at the contact, letting their tongues loll out of their snarling snouts and their toes curl with eager passion. The serpent slid through like a fish through the water. He was offered no resistance from the dragon's trembling muscles, who were more keen of letting him in than keeping him out. The many days spent with seed churning inside his slit had left Vrelgor sensitive to any kind of touch. More than anything, he wanted to mate. To spill his dire need upon the sands.

The serpent pushed halfway in, hissing as he did so. He had a row of infuriatingly ticklish barbs behind his tapered tip, which made his cock extra sensitive to any caress.

Vrelgor was hardly prepared when the second thrust came. With his member teased such, the serpent retreated, then sunk himself even deeper.

Vrelgor's maw erupted with a fierce growl. Drops of pre-seed pelted the sand beneath his fully hardened cock. Veins already formed on its surface. The barbs remained constantly flared, and his tip dripped constantly. He wanted more. A lot more. He bowed his forelegs, then raised his needy rump higher, pushing against his partner's member, grabbing it as hard as he could to let him know he could thrust as hard as he desired. The serpent's throat erupted with a hissing moan. Oh, how he throbbed inside, like a virgin male ready to spill for the first time. His hind leg grabbed onto Vrelgor's own...

And then he buried himself all the way in, testing the comfort of the blue dragon's tight needy hole. To Vrelgor, a penetration was by far the most fulfilling treat he could receive. He clamped around quick and hard, milking the serpent's cock off its warm pre-seed. Two streams he unleashed, then he pulled back, only to shelter himself yet again inside that blanket of trembling flesh. He thrust only a few times before the pleasure became impossibly intense.

"Hawwwrrr!" the blue dragon's amber eyes widened in surprise. A long, lust filled moan rolled along Vrelgor's snarly snout. He found it. By the flame's blazing light, he reached his innermost spot. Vrelgor took a deep breath. He knew he couldn't withstand another caress.

The next deep thrust filled the blue dragon with a wave of scalding pleasure, and the thrust after paralyzed his senses. This raw pleasure he felt was truly savage. He could not tame it, least hold it back. The serpent grabbed him like a female and took him like one, burying his sloppy member down to his slit, each time reaching deep enough to scratch the blue dragon's pent-up gland a bit further.

"Mrawwwrrr....awwrrr aarrrrr..." Vrelgor moaned helplessly loud.

He was not alone though. Hands caressed around his snout. Someone was here...someone who wanted him to release his pent-up burden.

"Deep, isn't it?"

"Too...too deep," Vrelgor blurted out.

"Just the way it should be," the voice said. It must have done something, for the thrusting became even quicker.

Vrelgor shut his eyes. His insides burned with desire, yet not quite as hard as his gland.

Oh, it was so receptive right now. It was swollen with seed. Hard. Sensitive. It was tasting pleasure for the first time in days, and each touch, each rub from those warm, tiny barbs sent tightening tremors along the blue dragon's body. Vrelgor dug his claws hard into the sand, rump raised high, tail trembling above his rapidly clenching tailhole, squelching on and on as the serpent pounded it with all his might. Vrelgor couldn't clench. He was so desperate for release -so needy for another male's cock- that he completely exposed his swollen gland to the first cock that reached deep within his tail.

And what a rush it was, to be caressed in the most intimate way possible, on the deepest level imaginable. Vrelgor's eyes became all wet with tears. His wings trembled, his legs shook, his member spat string after string of precum into the starved sands.

"Mate him. Mate him!"

That voice again. He opened his teary eyes to see the lizard-man stroking his member right in his face, already unbearably big and harder than stone. At least now he knew where the scents came from. Sharp arousal rushed into Vrelgor's nostrils with each breath he took, stimulating his senses alongside the squelches and the sight of a tapered rod beat into submission by a most agile hand.

"Karrr...faster. Deeper.... rrrhhhh... fasterrrr..." he throbbed, squelched, and hissed. He rubbed his moistened hand over the dragon's nostrils, his pungent scent adding to the overload of stimulation that coursed through Vrelgor's tightened body.

It was too much to hold in. Too hard to keep the indomitable pressure trapped within his blazing seed sack. The serpent rubbed it on and on and on, offering absolutely no relief from the onslaught of tremendous pleasure.

Vrelgor's clamped his jaws so hard it hurt. His entire body, from head to tail, seized up, while the serpent's head flared inside his shuddering tailhole. The pressure must have done wonderful things to him, for he throbbed, throbbed, throbbed, becoming harder with each passing heartbeat, applying tremendous pressure upon an organ that was not supposed to be touched by anything but soft muscles.

Too tight.

Tears overflowed from the blue dragon's eyes as he struggled to hold on for just one more heartbeat. His wrinkled snout exposed his teeth, claws dragging the sand towards his tightening tailhole where the serpent lodged himself as deep as his member allowed.

With his tailhole stretched and filled close to its limits, Vrelgor couldn't hold on any longer. His member bloated with fertile seed. One spurt. That's all it took for the first jet of seed to spill forth after days of pent-up arousal. The thick stream speared into the sand, a flow of contained lust that was just now finally leaking forth.

The pleasure was so intense he couldn't even roar. A choked moan rushed forth from Vrelgor's maw. The lizardman pushed his precum soaked hand into his maw, sharing a taste of his cock.

"Spill. Spill. You can spill yourself now," he said with a strained voice.

Vrelgor did, though his spasm hardly pushed enough seed out of his almost-bursting gland. The pounding throbs carried over to the serpent's member, filling him with the same breed of wicked pleasure. He kept on thrusting until he too slowed down. He was weak. Weaker than any of them anticipated. And when a set of teeth bit onto the back of his neck, Vrelgor knew his orgasm was about to get a lot more intense.

With a resounding yowl, the serpent broke loose. A tide of hot seed rushed into the dragon's passage, passing right under his special place, warming his already oozing tailhole.

The blue dragon erupted with an all-out roar. The combination of seed and cock pushed his muscles into overdrive. He pumped string after string through his rapidly throbbing cock, making little to no difference. He felt so hot, so bothered by the wild pleasure engulfing his hidden spot.

Even standing on his legs became a struggle as the pleasure wrapped him in its fetters. The serpent was releasing so ruthlessly quick. Wave after wave of fresh seed rushed out of his cock, charging into the depths of Vrelgor's tailhole, and to top it off, his partner kept on thrusting, milking his special place in a way that never happened before.

Choking on his own growls due to the intensity of his climax, Vrelgor emptied himself with all his might. His muscles quaked with sharp squelches, encouraging the serpent to give his everything. It was only a matter of time before there was no more room for all that seed. Gushes overflowed from Vrelgor's tailhole between every spasm, covering the sand with a blanket of creamy essences. A small puddle formed underneath his own cock, and the lizard-man reached his peak just in time. He pointed his member at Vrelgor's snarly face, then erupted with a long cry, drawing lines of sharp, musky seed all over the blue dragon's moaning snout.

"Kaaaahhhh!" he screamed as he thrust his cock back and forth. Vrelgor was too numb, otherwise he would have licked all that seed dribbling down his lips.

It took ages for the heat to finally lessen to manageable levels. The serpent dismounted, allowing Vrelgor to stumble onto four unsure legs. His cock still spat a few more strings, though it had nowhere as much to give as before.

The dragons panted after the aftermath. The black serpent swept some seed off Vrelgor's cock before the lizard-man got between them, deeming such behavior as unfit. He was a stern male, nowhere near as playful as his companion. After his release, the serpent became much more affectionate, rubbing along Vrelgor every chance he had. The blue dragon returned whatever affection he could. His release left him dizzy, weak, barely able to stand on his fours.

It was a relief when Akerion announced the end of this fight. He sent Vrelgor back into his chamber along with the same set of instructions: to avoid releasing until the next event.

Tired and spent, Vrelgor fell asleep. He would find a way to save his friend in due time. Meanwhile, he felt rather content to just rest after one of the most memorable ejaculations of his young life.

** ***End of chapter 21*****

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